#also anon sorry if some of the prompts are loose

[i-eat-worlds]

🔪👨‍⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game

thanks for the ask, nonny!

set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland

cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies

Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.

It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.

Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.

“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.

A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.

“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.

She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.

“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.

It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”

Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.

“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”

“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.

“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.

Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.

“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.

A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”

How nauseous did her powers make people?

There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.

Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.

The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.

Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.

“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”

In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.

The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.

She just wanted it to stop.

Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.

They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”

Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.

Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.

“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.

The emptiness was home.

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[teacheesee]

Hii! I wanted to request reader x zoro where he sees you wearing his clothes one day and how he would react!

You can also just do it with the monster trio like the other imagines if you like! :]

forgetful - zoro x gn reader!

zoro forgets his clothes at your place, and loves you see you in them. 500< words.

warnings: a bit suggestive oopsie

You collapsed on your bed after a long day of classes, the sun making the whole day miserably hot. After a moment sinking in the silence, you rolled off your bed and hopped in the shower, eager to be rid of the day. Feeling refreshed, you stepped out of the shower and ran the towel through your damp hair. Still warm from the shower, you wanted to opt for some comfier, loose clothing to spend the rest of your day inside in.

Scanning your room, your eyes caught on a t-shirt laying haphazardly on the edge of your bed.

“Huh, he must’ve forgotten it,” you mumbled, putting the big t-shirt on over your lounge shorts. You yawned, walking to the kitchen to make some lunch before the inevitable post-class nap. Over the sounds of the stove, you nearly didn’t hear the knock at the door. Setting down the spoon, you turned to grab the door.

“Hello!” you sang, throwing the door open playfully.

“He--” Zoro’s voice caught in his throat for a moment before clearing his throat, “Hey.”

Your head tilted at his weird reaction. “What?”

He walked in, setting his bag down on a kitchen chair, “Hm? Nothing.”

You didn’t miss the way he was ducking his face down, eyes rhythmically taking quick glances at you while you cooked. Leaning against the counter, stirring the pot, you eyed him skeptically. Shrugging it off, you grabbed bowls and utensils for the two of you as you plated your lunches. Sitting across from him, it really was getting possible to ignore the way his eyes were studying you, slow and purposeful in their intention.

“What is it, Zo, is there something on my face or what?” He looked down again, attention laser focused on his lunch.

“This is really good,” he muttered into the bowl, shoving his mouth full. You propped your elbow on the table, shrugging, causing the shirt to slip down your shoulder, exposing more of your skin. You honestly didn’t notice, but it was clear that Zoro did when he slammed the table, standing up abruptly, face completely flushed.

“Dammit,” he cursed, quickly making his way to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but before you could get a word out, Zoro had slung you over his shoulder and was making his way quickly down the hallway.

“What the fuck? If you wanted to take a nap you could’ve just said so,” you protested.

“We’re not sleepin,” he said, a smile evident in his voice as he gently closed your bedroom door.

You weren’t sure exactly what had gotten into him that day, and maybe it was all coincidence, but in the days and weeks following, your closet had grown considerably as Zoro continuously forgot his clothes at your place.

a/n: sorry this was so short anon!! i loved this prompt and i will definitely be posting for the rest of the monster trio and probably ace with this idea in the future. i got so lazy but i was itching to post. thank you so much for your replies and EVERYONE please send me a billion requests i love to see them and stir them around in my brain like smut stew.

note for future requests! i will not write NSFW unless specified! (i wanna write nsfw so give me prompts mwahahaha)

okay guys meow (ciao) •*.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello darling. Hope you had nice day and that I'm not disturbing ☺️. Please drink some water, eat something and take your meds if you take any.

Now . Hear me out. Sub!Larissa x Dom reader. Larissa had really bad day and r comforts her. Slowly things heat up and basically ends in L drooling and moaning with every hole stuffed to the brim. (R is type of outcast that can clone themselves but it disappears at will) . Some fluff and aftercare as well. Cuz heavens know this woman deserves it.

My that sounds dirty 😂 I'll understand if you are uncomfortable with writing this love, no pressure. Have nice rest of the day/night.

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Heyyy, 💤 anon!! Thank you for your patience. Yes, I love this idea 🥰 I love Sub!Larissa Weems content! And I won’t judge you, this is a safe, dirty-friendly space 💗 Anyways, hope you Enjoy!! ♥️

In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa xFem Dom!Wife!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on fucking, eating out, body admiration, cloning, crying, kissing, drooling, anxiety, implied anxiety attack, stress, stress aches, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

Larissa walked through your front door and closed it behind her. You heard the click and your eyes flickered to the clock.

9pm… On a Friday…

She made it into the middle of the ground floor when she suddenly stopped.

“Hey Love!” You exclaimed from the kitchen.

But you got no response. You had heard the blonde come in but you hadn’t heard or seen her… Puzzled, you threw the towel which you were drying your hands with aside, and you walked into the living room which connected to the front hallway.

And there you found your wife, standing frozen in the middle of the hallway. Her shoulders were tensed, her lips pursed, her hands clutching her briefcase tightly, And her eyes were moving frantically from side to side.

“ ‘Rissa…?” You softly spoke.

Larissa’s eyes blinked and she was pulled from her thoughts back to you. She sighed incontently.

“I’m sorry, Darling… Lot of my mind…” her lips moved imprecisely in a combination sigh and mumble.

“Oh Love… Bad day…Lots on your mind…?” you comforted, lightly correcting her choice of words and coming up into her personal space.

Her eyes darted away and began its frantic movements once more. Your hand went to her cheek, caressing her face.

“Forgot my anxiety medication today…” Larissa whispered and nodded, her eyes still frantic and now starting to tear up.

Suddenly she dropped her briefcase. You sighed lightly and began to coax her out of her coat.

“I’m so sorry, ‘Ris…” you comforted the blonde.

You got her out of her coat, taking it and placing it away on its designated hook.

“It’s too much… I… no meds… got yelled at… I… c-can’t… think anymore…” the tall principal choked out.

You sighed and ran your hands lovingly down her shoulders, leaving your hands in an embrace with hers. You squeezed her hands reassuringly.

“Let me, Love…? Let me help…” you cooed.

The woman bit her lip and nodded.

“Deep breaths for me ‘Rissa please.”

Larissa listened to you and took a few deep breaths.

“Have you eaten?” You asked.

She nodded.

“Stress eating…” your wife mumbled.

Your face was filled with concern and care at her the more the blonde spoke.

“Alright, well let’s get you upstairs.” You softly cooed.

Larissa nodded and follows your lead as you brought her with you upstairs and into your shared bedroom. You placed the woman on the edge of the bed, sitting behind her. You began removing her tight pins, pin after pin, while also massaging her tight muscles. The blonde let out many small whimpers and sighs of pleasure along the way.

Once you had let all of your wife’s curls loose, you helped her stand up slowly. You unzipped her dress slowly, letting it pool to the ground. Once Larissa had stepped out of the garment, you took it and placed it in the laundry basket. You then guided the woman to the middle of the bed.

You laid down next to her, her figure inside yours, as you spooned her. One of your hands massaged her hair and scalp, and the other wandered her body, slowly massaging the tension away.

“Breathe, Baby… Deep breaths… Let me take care of you” you whispered into her ear.

Larissa let out a sigh of relief at your words. She felt safe in your arms.

“T-thank you…” she mumbled, a few tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“Of course, Love… Anytime” you comforted.

At your words, the blondes tears fell down her cheeks.

“I… my make up… mess…” Larissa stammered.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it…” you cooed, moving her body to face you and looking her in the eyes, “I’ll help you with that later…”

More tears flowed from the woman’s eyes as she nodded. You then placed your hands on her shoulder and hip, and lovingly pecked her lips, effectively picking up a good amount of her lipstick onto your lips. You then began to kiss her neck, transferring her lipstick from your mouth to her skin.

Larissa’s breath was evening out the more skin contact you made. You went back up to peck her lips once more, and then started kissing her shoulders, so that both her neck and shoulders were littered with kiss marks. After yet another peck to the lips, you marked the valley of her breasts with smudges of red. At this, the blonde moaned lightly. You looked up at your wife to check in with her.

“Is this alright…?” You gently asked.

Larissa nodded vigorously.

“Yesss…” she breathed out.

You looked up to the blonde and smiled at her response.

“You wanna talk about it…?”

You received a strangled sigh from her in return.

“I… I just have so much to do, all of time time…” Larissa whispers, “And it all piles up. I go to bed with things I couldn’t get done, then I wake up, and I’m behind because those things and ten others need to have been done in the days before” she rambled.

“I hear you, love… But remember, you’re doing the best that you can. You’re amazing, and you’re giving it your all.” You lovingly hummed.

“I just can’t remember the last time… a time where I wasn’t this stressed and—” the blonde’s voice chocked out for a second, before she continued, “and anxious… I just live with constant anxiety, my body aches all day long from the stress… Sometimes I wish I could just scream at the top of my lungs and get it all out” she answered.

Your face was filled with concern and care. You continued your administrations as Larissa let out all that had been bothering her. As you went on, she started to let out breathy whimpers and light moans more and more, while you worked the stress out of her body.

Eventually when Larissa had talked herself out for the time being, sitting up, you moved yourself to sit in between your wife’s legs. You then doubled yourself. Your clone moved to sit behind you, placing Larissa in between your clone’s own legs. Larissa’s eyes widened lightly and looked at the original you in question.

“Easier to cover more ground” you quipped with a light smirk.

You and your clone then took turns kissing the tall woman’s lips, then kissing, marking, littering her body with the lipstick smudges. Larissa leaned into both of your touches, lightly purring with delight. Her breathing had evened out. But you could still feel some tension in the tall blonde’s body.

“What do you feel for most of your day? What emotions do you carry with you the most, ‘Rissa?” You caringly asked.

Larissa let out a deep sigh at your posed questions. She had to think about it for a minute.

“I suppose… I feel trapped for great portions of my day… and I also feel lonely and inadequate…” she confessed.

Your heart ached at the words and meanings coming from your lovers lips. You wanted to take all the pain away from her, carry it on you back for her.

“Im proud of you for expressing yourself, love.” You praised the blonde, while unclipping her bra and removing it out of sight and mind.

Larissa sighed in relief at the harness of her breasts and back being relieved. You began to pay special attention to the newly visible skin, making your woman get goosebumps as you kissed her bare breasts. Your clone was massaging the parts of her back, which were sore from her bra.

“Can you tell me a bit about what it’s like for you to feel trapped…?”

You heard her take another shuttered, deep breath, needing a moment to compose herself, before going to answer your question,

“I feel— I feel like I’m stuck in a loop or tornado, where I can’t get out. No matter what I do, I never do the right thing. I can’t change anything. I can’t satisfy what others need of me, even though that’s all I try to do, all day long…” she vented.

Tears has started to come back to your wife’s eyes. She was trying to hold them back as best she could. You kissed each tear away as it fell down her cheek.

“Hey, hey… It’s okay to cry…” you whispered near her ear, nipping at her earlobe lovingly.

The blonde nodded in recognition of your words and croaked out a soft thank you. You nodded, then slowly moved down from her ear, making your way down Larissa’s figure, leaving litterings of lipstick stains and kisses everywhere you went.

“How about feeling lonely…? Can you expand on that feeling in your day?”

Larissa’s breathing had gotten shallow once more, but it wasn’t because of her anxiety this time. Your clone was sucking on her pressure point, as you kissed her up and down her inner thighs. When she didn’t seem to recognize your question, you pulled up slightly to look at Larissa. She was leaned back against your clone, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open, taking ragged breaths.

“No no please…” Larissa breathlessly groaned, her eyes immediately perking up, “Please don’t stop…”

“Ok… But try your best to answer my questions, alright?” You chuckled lightly, and while doing so, beginning to slowly remove the blonde’s knickers.

Larissa sucked in a breath in recognition of what you were asking of her, and she nodded. You then fully removed her undergarments, and the woman swiftly spread her legs for you without needing to be asked.

“Good girl…” your clone breathed out under her breath, right in the shell of Larissa’s ear.

Your wife caught your praise and it send shivers straight to her core. Her face lit up with redness too, and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked.

“So… you had said that you feel lonely…?” You prompted Larissa, before lowering your mouth to her heat and slowly exploring her folds.

Larissa’s eyes flew shut and she nodded vigorously. Your clone now took to teasing the blonde’s perked buds, making it only more difficult for Larissa to reply to your asks.

“Yes I… I sit in my office all day long… alone, except for meetings… N-none asks me how I’m doing, no one stops to say hello, no one knows when my birthday is, I have no f-friends…!” The blonde breathlessly whimpers, “faster please…!”

“Because you answered my question and asked so nicely…” you hum in delight, speeding up the pace in which you lap away at her sex.

Larissa’s hands tightly fist the bedsheets and her head is rolled back against your clone’s body. The blonde rocks her body against your tongue, chasing her much needed high.

“Want… wanna cum… please help me—! Need more…!!” Your wife pleads with you.

“I’ve got one more question for you…” your clone purrs in Larissa’s ear, “and then we’ll let you cum.”

The blonde lets out a strangled moan and nods in recognition. You continue stuffing your face in the woman’s cunt, your tongue fucking into her walls and tasting her delicious juices.

“Tell me about the last feeling… inadequacy. How does that impact/feel in your life?” Your clone caringly asks.

This time, it really takes a lot of concentration from Larissa to give you a solid answer.

“It’s like I—I step into ever-y room and and… Oh God—!”

Your bringing Larissa right to the edge and then pulling her off of it, over and over again.

“And I’m always… always in-nadeq-quate, always not worthy not enough, t-too difffferent! Please please please…!!” She whimpers.

Your clone has her mouth attached to one of Larissa’s nipples, sucking on it teasingly, while Larissa’s hand is driving your head further into her pussy.

“I’m— I never enough! Outcast lesbian tall woman shapeshifter…! Please Y/N Mmm gonna cum…!!!” Larissa cries out.

Your clone releases her mouth from the blonde’s tit with a pop!, her hands replacing where her mouth was.

“Cum for me, ‘Rissa” your clone purrs into Larissa’s ear, and you purr into her pussy.

The tall woman lets go with a loud cry, her body trembling as the waves of euphoria wash over her. Her mouth hangs open and her knuckles go white as she clings to the bedsheets.

Your tongue guides her through her through her high, and you happily drink all of her squirting goodness. Meanwhile, your clone whispers words of praise into Larissa’s ear and uses her hands to massage and comfort the blonde through her climax.

Eventually, your wife’s eyes flutter back open and her body’s shaking calms down to more of small shivers. You come up from in between her legs, glistening cum all over your face, and you meet the blonde face to face, connecting your lips to hers. She hums in delight as your tongue gently enters her mouth. You kiss her lovingly, letting the woman taste herself on your tongue.

You pull away and meet Larissa’s content yet at the same time wanting more expression. You cup her cheek, caressing her face, before you and your clone slip off of the bed.

“We’ll be right back” you reassure the blonde who nods with anticipation.

When you’re both ready, you and your clone come back into the room, revealing matching straps to the blonde on the bed. Larissa gasps and bites her lip, nodding eagerly in approval. You came up the the blonde and positioned her so that she was trapped between you and your clone.

You both then eased into Larissa’s holes, effectively stretching her out and making her keel over in pleasure. Her lips quivered and spewed forth strings of moans and whimpers. Once the blonde gave you the go ahead, you two and your clone began to fuck her deeper and more intense, but keeping the pace slow and painfully pleasurable.

Larissa’s mouth hung open and her eyes were rolled far back in her foggy mind. Her creamy thighs trembled, but you quickly supported the blonde’s frame lest she collapse on you. Your clone took the opportunity to palm your wife’s tits, only making Larissa cry out in pleasure even more.

“Mmmmmm Darling…! S-so closssse…!!” The woman cried out.

You brought your fingers to Larissa’s mouth.

“Shhhh, sweet girl…” you cooed, “I know, Baby… You’re all drooly for me…”

You smirked at Larissa’s drool, traveling down her chin, as you stuffed your fingers into her mouth. She gladly accepted them, moaning at having another hole of hers stuffed.

“Cum for me, ‘Rissa…” you purred into the blonde’s ear.

Your words sent Larissa into a frenzy, and with all her jokes being so tirelessly worked, she tipped over the edge once more with ease.

Her high left her limp and panting. You were about to continue, push her further, when her voice interrupted you.

“Red D-darling… too much…” Larissa breathlessly stammered.

You immediately understood, making your clone slowly pull out of her and then making the clone disappear. You then slowly pulled out of the blonde, and set your strap-on aside.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m so proud of you.” You caringly comforted the woman.

You then went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. You cleaned Larissa up, gently and taking your time. Afterward, you guided her into the bathtub. You ran the water, and got in the tub as well, starting to lovingly clean and caress the goddess in front of you. You made sure to clean the make up of her face as well.

Larissa was all ready for bed once she’d had you help out on her nighttime clothes. She practically fell face first on the bed. You giggled lightly, before joining the woman. Snuggled up into each other’s bodies, Larissa spoke for the first time in a while.

“Thank you, Love. I mean it.” The blonde whispered.

“Of course, ‘Ris… Anytime” you cooed in a hushed tone, then kissing the woman on the forehead lovingly.

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[undeadcannibal]

Hey thought of some cute and funny Headcannons for Ghost, Gaz and Price teaching their s/o on how to make a “proper cup of tea.”

Summary: Ghost, Gaz, and Price show their S/O how to make a ‘proper’ cup of tea.

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Ghost, Gaz, Price

Warnings: None!

A/N: Thank you for the request, Anon! I hope I didn’t botch this one. OTL Hopefully y’all enjoy ‘em!  ( Gif credit: xxx )

Ghost―

Depression was a bitch. Even the simplest things like making food for yourself turned into arduous tasks. Much like today. You were trying to get something - anything, really - into your system just so you didn't feel even worse later on.

Grabbing a mug, you filled it with tap water and set it aside on the counter so you could rummage around through your selection of teas. While you were browsing, you could hear Ghost entering the kitchen thanks his heavy booted footfall, prompting you to glance at him over your shoulder.

"Hey, hon."

Ghost nodded silently as he strode over so he could place a kiss to the top of your head.

"Doin' alright, love?"

Pursing your lips, you hesitated responding before eventually shaking your head. "Not really, no. Having one of those days, I'm sorry..."

He shook his head. "Nothin' to be sorry for."

Looking over towards the counter, he gestured to it silently with a jut of his head. "Making a cuppa?"

"Yeah," You nodded. "I was looking through the teas just now."

"What'd you settle on?"

"Mm," You shrugged your shoulders. "Maybe some Earl Grey?"

You watched Ghost squint his eyes down at you, causing you to laugh softly. "What? Don't tell me..."

Ghost's chest puffed up as he took a deep inhale and exhaled slowly as he nodded his head eventually. "No offense, love, but I know when you're not feeling well you tend to throw things into the microwave more."

"I'm 'fraid I can't let you do that. Let me take care of it. I'll make one for myself, too."

Playfully rolling your eyes at him, you nodded your head in agreement anyway.

"Fine, fine." Snorting softly, you'd also comment. "Brits and their tea." Shaking your head for good measure.

Reaching around, Ghost delivered a light pinch to your backside, pleased with himself once he saw you jump and yelp in response. Smacking your smaller fists against his hard chest. "Watch your mouth, brat."

Afterwards, he walked away so he could grab the kettle he brought over just because he preferred it over other methods.

"Here," After he filled the kettle with water, he placed it on the stove top to heat up. "I'll teach you how to make proper tea."

Feeling a little better with Simon's company and attention, you couldn't help but nod and smile at him. "Yes Chef~"

Gaz―

"What tea did you wanna brew again?" Kyle asked as he picked out cups for each of you; his was a royal blue with a union jack on it, yours was molded after a black cat with the tail curled up for the handle.

"Oolong, please."

He nodded and took the loose leaf tea bag out, choosing his own shortly after while you took care of putting water into the kettle, setting it aside for it to boil. While you waited for the water to heat up, you walked over to him, pressing yourself into his back as your arms wrapped him up in a loose hug.

"Doin' alright, dove?"

"Mhm." You nodded against him only to jump shortly afterward when you heard the kettle going off, causing him to laugh at you.

Reluctantly pulling away, you'd reach over to take off the kettle from the heat. Readying it to pour straight into your mug before Kyle called out to you.

"Wait!"

Your eyes widened as you halted in mid-air, whipping your head to look at Gaz like he was a mad man. "What? What's wrong?" You asked in a concerned tone, shaking your head at him.

"You're brewing Oolog tea, right?" He waited for you to nod in confirmation before carrying on. "You've gotta let the water cool for a bit before adding it in. Over-boiled water will make the taste turn a bit off. Also," As he rummaged around in the drawer for something, he'd pull out a thermometer shortly after, smirking at you cheekily. "You've gotta let it brew for two to three minutes."

Staring at him with a deadpan expression, you couldn't help but sigh.

"You've got to be kidding me..."

Kyle shook his head. " 'Fraid not, love. Trust me, you'll thank me later."

"It's just tea!" You exclaimed with a chuckle. "I doubt the difference in taste is that noticeable."

"We'll see about that." He'd reply as he took the liberty of checking the temperature of the water.

You ended up just letting him do whatever he wanted so he didn't fuss over how you made tea.

After the two of you were done, you didn't really taste much of a difference than how you'd normally make it, but for his sake, you acted as if it was the best damn cup of tea you'd ever had. Taking pleasure in seeing him light up with pride at his success.

Price―

"How do you take your tea, sweetheart?"

You were currently making breakfast for the two of you while he tended to the tea. In the time you'd spent together, you'd learned that when he wasn't busy with work, he tended to prefer having tea over coffee when he could.

"Um," Scrambling the eggs in the pan, you hesitated in answering. "I guess sweet is fine?"

"Just... sweet?" John asked, turning to look at you with an amused expression on his face.

Meeting him with a glance of your own, you squinted your eyes at him as if daring him to say something. "Yeah? Don't tell me you prefer unsweetened tea." You teased.

John shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. Leaning back against the counter. "No, no. Not sure how they do things in the States, but we've a few ways to make a cuppa here."

"For example," He continued, gesturing vaguely towards the empty cups waiting on the counter top. "The kind I prefer has a bit of milk to it, few bits o' sugar as well."

"Oooh," You laughed softly, stirring the eggs in the pain as you joked with him. "My apologies, Gordon Ramsay, apparently I forgot to brush up on my tea knowledge."

Huffing, he'd glance off to the side with a disbelieving shake of his head. "The nerve of this one..." He mumbled to himself with a smile.

"I'm just saying," He'd begin, pushing himself off the counter so he could step over to stand in front of you. Towering over you with the height difference between the two of you. "Your poor taste buds deserve better, dear."

"Pfft, get out of here!" You laughed, waving at his face with your free hand. Before your hand fell to your side, he captured your wrist in a gentle hold, pulling it towards his face so he could kiss the back of your hand. The rough scrape of his facial hair coaxing a shiver to course up your spine.

"Never~" He spoke against your hand before he began to kiss his way up your arm. Stopping once he was close enough to you he could whisper just loud enough for you to hear. "Let me make you a right cuppa?"

How could you ever say no to that?

#call of duty x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #john price x reader #cod headcanons #headcanons #opened mail #anonymous #requests #my writing

[fetusgooseandjuice]

oh i didn’t know you hadn’t seen the venom movies! so sorry to put that on you! could you do a gwen stacy x fem!reader where r is bi but closeted and gwen helps her come out to her parents

I'll Wait For You

Pairing: Spider-Gwen x Fem!Reader

Summary: The request!

Word Count: 2.2k

Authors Note: No need to apologize, anon, don’t worry about it! I hope I did Gwen some justice with this fic! 😊

You were startled awake by three knocks on your bedroom window. With squinted eyes, you sat up slightly and tapped your phone screen to see that it was only a little past five in the morning. Who on earth would even be at your house this early?

Three more knocks sounded on your window, this time louder and seemingly more impatient which prompted you to sit all the way up. You swung your legs over the edge of your bed and made your way over to the window.

When you pulled back the curtains you were surprised to see Gwen crouched down on the roof as she normally didn’t return to you until later in the evening.

Recently, your time together has been limited because Gwen had been so busy with her spider duties, but she somehow always made time to see you everyday even if it wasn’t for that long.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of you as you unlocked your window and opened it, “Hey, baby,” she said with a bright smile.

“Gwen? What’re you doing here? Last night you said you had another mission today.” you asked as she climbed into your room.

“Well, I convinced Miguel to pass the rest of my assignments off to someone else because I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you.”

Gwen stepped closer to wrap her arms around you while your heart fluttered at her words. You relaxed into her embrace and let your head fall to her shoulder while your arms went around her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"I've missed you too." you said.

As you stood there in a comfortable silence, her words sank in. It was starting make you feel guilty that Gwen set aside her hero work to be with you while your parent's don't even know about your relationship.

You're not even out to them yet. Of course your parents know Gwen as you had been friends for a while before you began dating, but that's all your parents think it is.

A friendship.

You couldn't help but wonder if she was getting tired of all the secrecy, but you were too worried about your parent's reaction to the confession to do anything about it.

Gwen must've noticed the change in your demeanor because she broke the silence, "What's going on in the pretty head of yours, hm?" she wondered as she pressed a kiss to your hairline.

It took you a moment to gather your thoughts before responding, "Are you not tired of waiting for me?" you asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the question, "What do you mean?"

You buried your face in the crook of her neck to avoid her gaze before adding on, “Does it not bother you that my parents don’t know about us? About me?”

She shook her head, “I don’t mind, Y/N. I mean of course I would love for your parents to know about us, but not until you’re ready for them to know. What brought this on?”

You just shrugged your shoulders, “You were ready to take a break from being spider-woman to be able to spend more time with me while I’m too scared to even tell my parents that I also like girls. I’m just worried that you’ll get sick of hiding.”

Gwen rubbed her hand along your back to reassure you. She hated seeing you so worked up. “You don’t have to worry about that, baby. As long as I get to be with you I’m okay with it, and when and only when you’re ready to tell them, I’ll be there with you. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll wait for you.” she spoke to you ever so softly.

You lifted your head from her neck to look at her.

“There are those beautiful eyes.” she grinned and you giggle.

“Are you sure?” you asked, referring to her assuring statement from just a moment ago.

Gwen gazed at you as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Without a doubt in my mind."

You stared into her eyes before leaning in to press your lips against hers. You don't know what you had done to deserve Gwen and her patience, but you were grateful for it nonetheless.

As you pulled away from the kiss, her comforting voice replayed in your mind.

When you're ready to tell them, I'll be there with you.

“I think I’m ready. I want to tell them.” you practically whispered.

Gwen slightly frowned in confusion at your words. She thought the whole reason for this conversation was because you were scared she’d get bored of having to sneak around since you weren’t out to your parents yet.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to feel pressured into saying something if—”

You quickly interrupted her, “No, no. I am ready. I want to tell them about us because I know that no matter their reaction I’ll have you, right?”

A small smile graced her lips, “You’ll always have me, but I want you to be one-hundred percent certain. Are you?”

“Without a doubt in my mind.” you said and she chuckled when she realized you repeated her words from earlier.

You pecked her lips again before bringing her into another hug. Your fingers lovingly grazed the baby hairs growing on the nape of her neck as you yawned, the sleep you were missing out on from being woken up so early now catching up to you.

Gwen laughed and slightly pulled back to look at your tired eyes, “Sleepy?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Yeah, because somebody decided to show up at my window at five in the morning like a creep and wake me up.”

You peeled yourself off her and ran a hand through your hair as you moved to close your curtains, effectively blocking out the sunlight from the rising sun.

“Well you do look very cute when you just wake up.”

“I look a mess.” you disagreed.

Gwen watched as you climbed back into your bed and pulled the covers over you, making yourself comfortable.

When you looked back her you raised your eyebrow, 'Well are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come cuddle me. You owe it to me anyway for waking me up this early."

She jokingly scoffed and kicked her shoes off before sliding under the covers next to you, "You're not worried about your parents walking in?" she asked as you situated yourself to curl up to her.

You shook your head, "No, they won't wake up for a few hours. If we decide to fall asleep I'll just set an alarm."

She agreed and wrapped her arms around you, securing you against her, "I love you, Y/N." she whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear her.

"I love you too, Gwen.

~ ~ ~

This time you woke up to the repetitive chime of your alarm. You groaned and blindly reached over to tap your phone screen, eventually shutting off the alarm.

You rolled back over to look at your girlfriend who was somehow still asleep despite the sudden sound. "Gwen," you whispered.

She hummed, letting you know that she heard you but her eyes remained closed, "Baby," you spoke softly, "We've got to wake up now before my parents do."

Gwen just tightened her arm around you to bring you closer, "We can spare a few more minutes." she mumbled. You were about insist once more until you were interrupted by a loud grumbling of her stomach.

You giggled as she let her eyes flutter open, "Sounds to me like your stomach thinks otherwise." you joked.

Gwen just playfully glared at you. Reaching for your phone you checked the time, "Come on, we still have about an hour before they normally wake up. We can get something to eat real quick."

She groaned as you rolled out of bed and took her hand to pull her up with you before making your way out of your room and down the stairs. When you walked into the kitchen your heart had nearly jumped out of your chest at the sight of your parents sitting at the dining table.

They were sipping on cups of coffee with plates of breakfast sitting in front of them.

"Good morning, dear—” your mom greeted, but her train of thought was quickly lost when she saw the girl next to you, "Gwen? When did you get here? We didn't see you come in."

It wasn't an unusual thing to you parents for Gwen to be at your house often as she was your best friend, but they were confused as to why she was here this early in the morning.

"Oh, not long ago. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to come over. I came in through the window instead of the front door so I didn't wake anyone else up because it was so early." Gwen quickly came up with some justification for her being here.

Your parents seemed to have bought it because they just nodded their heads and returned to what they were doing before, "There's some extra food on the stove for you girls if you're hungry." your father spoke.

You thanked him and made your way further into the kitchen to get a plate of food with Gwen following behind. You looked at Gwen and flicked your eyes towards the dining table. She nodded, making a silent agreement to join your parents at the table.

They didn't seem to notice when you sat situated yourself in the seats across from them as they appeared to be in their own little worlds. You looked to Gwen once again and she gave you another little nod, placing a comforting hand on your thigh.

You cleared your throat, "Um. Mom, dad," you said and they looked up at you, the sudden attention slightly startling you, "I have something that I want to tell you."

Your parents shared a look before turning back to you, "Are you okay? What is it, honey?" your mother asked.

"I'm fine, it's just— I need to tell you something and I want you to promise me that nothing is gonna change. That you'll still see me the same way you do now and you'll still love me."

The way you were talking was worrying your parents and they looked at each other with concern in their eyes.

"Of course we'll still love you, sweetheart, but was is it? You're starting to scare us."

You glanced at Gwen and she squeezed your thigh. You didn't want to beat around the bush but you also didn't know how you were supposed to say it, so you just blurted it out.

"I like girls." you said.

Silence rang through the room so you continued, "I—I like girls, and guys. I like both, but-- but I wanted to tell you that I like girls too." you were stuttering a ton and your voice was shaking, but you couldn't help it. "And— and Gwen isn't just my friend. We're dating."

You couldn't quite read the expression on your parents face which made you even more anxious. You felt like you could almost cry. Gwen rubbed her hand up and down your thigh, letting you know that she was still here.

"Is that all?" your mom asked.

You gulped and nodded your head, becoming confused when your parents glanced at each other with amusement on their faces.

"Oh, honey, we've been known that." your mom chuckled.

Your eyes widened at her words, "You-- what?"

"Y/N, we're not clueless. We see the way you two look at each other, it's almost obvious, but we were waiting for you to come to us." you father jumped in.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you didn't exactly know what to say, "So, you're not mad?" you eventually wondered.

A smiled spread across your mothers face, "Of course not, Y/N. You're our daughter and we'll always love you. We've known Gwen for a while too and we adore her, so we're relieved you picked someone like her."

It felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of your shoulders listening to your mom. You were surprised to say the least that they already knew, but you weren't complaining.

"Thank you." was all you managed to get out.

"You don't have to thank us, sweetie. We're your parents, it's what we're supposed to do. Now come here." You let your parents envelope you in a warm hug that made you feel so safe.

Their voices were slightly muffled from the embrace, but you could make out a few "we love you's", and "we'll always be here for you's". When they pulled back your father looked towards Gwen who sat with a big smile on her face.

"Now just because I've known you prior to you dating my daughter, Gwen, doesn't mean you get to escape 'the talk'" he joked and Gwen laughed along with him, "Just take care of my daughter, okay?"

Gwen smiled at you, "I promise I always will."

#spider gwen #spider gwen x fem reader #spider gwen x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #into the spider verse #spidergwen x reader #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader

[redheadspark]

Hello!! I was wondering if you write Rhys from ACOTAR? My dms have been glitching lately so I can’t really send you a dm to ask, sorry🩷

If you do though could you do #16 with Rhys for the September writing prompts?

Have a great day🩷🩷

A/N - I would love to write for Rhysand! Thanks for requesting, anon!

My Pleasure

Summary - Rhysand loved to kiss you, in any way he could.

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

It started with a few kisses along your neck, you grinning slightly but not showing it right away.  

Yet when that didn’t do the trick, then the kisses moved a bit lower near your shoulder line.  You rolled your eyes and placed your pen on the paperwork, folding your hands and looking dead ahead as the lips that were against your neck grinned a bit too cockily.

“Is there a reason why you are distracting me while I’m going over your own paperwork that you wished for me to proofread?” You asked, a chuckle was heard against your skin to give you a small shiver down your spine.  

“Because my wife and mate is exceptionally gorgeous to gaze upon, and I get distracted easily,” he replied in his smoky tone, his own lips that were soft against your skin made you shimmer a bit in your spot, “How could I not be distracted by your beauty?”

“Easily, by letting me finish your work,” You replied, smacking him in the arm.  He laughed and kissed the top of your head.  Moving away from you, your mate and husband plopped down on the chair in front of you, tilting his head to the side as his violet eyes were trained on you.  Legs crossed, sleeves rolled up to the elbows to show his tan skin and muscles, even his ink dark hair was pushed to the side perfectly.  

Your mate: High Lord Rhysand of Night Court.

“Tell me again why I’m the one proofreading your paperwork?” You asked Rhysand as you are looking over his wording.

“Because you’re better that grammar than I am,” He replied smoothly, grabbing his whiskey glass in hand and taking a small sip.

“Well I have known that for years,” You joked, Rhysand’s foot tapping against your calf in light retaliation.

“I also don’t trust anyone else in this task but you,” He replied in a softer tone, and although you were still reading over the paragraphs, you were grinning slightly and trying not to blush, “I do find your own mastery of grammar and literature quite sexy,”

Blush was now evident along your cheeks and neck, making your mate laugh.

Rhsyand would never waste a moment to make you blush, it was in his nature to make you feel loved.  Even before you two were officially mates and a married couple, he would woo you as much as he could in small and subtle ways.  Knowing you were no massive fan of PDA, he made his love for you known more in private, or very minimal in public.  He was a master of the small gestures when you two were out and about: holding your hand and never letting it go, holding open chairs and doors for you.  

Yet his favorite thing to do with you is kiss.  

Kissing came in all levels with him: deep passionate kisses when you two were in bed, sensual and breath taking kisses when he would escort you on a date.  But your own favorite kisses were the small ones, the kind he would only do with you when you two were truly alone and unwinding from a long day.  Kisses along your forehead to ease your stress, along your neck to set the alluring mood for the night, even against your shoulders to bring you back to reality when your mind would wander.  

Rhysand knew how to make you feel as though you were the only bright light in his world, and you were.  He would tell you constantly he loved you, that he cherished you more than anyone or anything in Night Court.  Of course you knew all that he endured for centuries, loosing his family and being under the harsh and brutal punishment of Aramantha, he found peace with his love for you when you stumbled into his life. 

Rhysand loved you with all of his heart from the moment you accepting his love and mating bond, and he was never going to cease in his affections.

“There, I’m done now,” You replied, pushing the paperwork over to your mate as he smiled while pacing the whiskey glass on the table.  He took the papers, looking over the edits you made with your own pen as you stood up from the chair with ease, “You’re getting a bit better, by the way.  Not perfect, but better,”

“Thank you, my love,” He replied smoothly, tossing the papers back on the table before he peered up at you and wrapped his arms around your waist.  Running your fingers into his hair, you felt him lean into you and almost breathe you in.  

“Anytime, Rhys,” You hummed in return, feeling him kiss your arm lightly, “I think we should stay in tonight and make dinner,”

“I know just the dish that we can make together,” he said against your sweater.

“Oh, you’re going to help with the cooking then?” You questioned sarcastically, “I recall you not being the best when it comes cooking.  Remember on our anniversary when you almost set the kitchen on fire?”

Rhysand shot up immediately, you giggling as he placed a singular finger on your lips to silence you and his eyes were filled with mischief and love.  Although you were quiet now, you were still grinning widely as Rhsyand moved his finger carefully from your mouth and kissed the tip of your nose.

“We are not to discuss that incident ever again, remember?” He asked you, his voice staying tender but there was still mischief and love evident.  All you did was raise your eyebrow to him as he cocked his own head back at you in retaliation.  Your playful banter with one another never ceased, even as decades came and went and trials would come and go.  The love you had for one another was unique and pure, something you both would never want to waste in your lifetime together.

“I’ll cook tonight,” He explained to you as he framed your face in his hands as he spoke, “All I wish for my mate to do is to sit back and watch me make you our favorite dish.”

“It would be my pleasure,” You hummed in a reply, seeing him lean forward to kiss your cheeks lovingly.  You would accept ever kiss he would give you, no matter what kind of kisses they were.  It was his way in showing that you were his life, never wishing to be away from you for far too long or not implant his love on your through a simple press of his lips against your skin.  He would never be truly himself to the rest of Night Court or anywhere else.  Not with you, with you he was safe and free to be as open as he pleased with no judgment or criticism.  

Knowing his soul and how massive his heart was, you would make sure he would never loose that flicker of life and love that he carried with him.  

The End

September Prompt Session

#rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand x you #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x oc #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #acotar #acotar fanfiction

[railroad-migraine]

In honour of Legend of Vox Machina coming out, can we have a Percy x (fem/gender neutral) reader with the prompt "You feel like home to me." Maybe reader also lost their home (or they were from Whitestone too)

'Welcome Home'

-> Percy x GN!Reader

Notes: Angst and fluff, hurt comfort. I started writing this piece in January 2022. As of June 2023, I have now watched TLOVM. Sorry it took a while Anon, but I wanted to save your lovely request for when I eventually got into Vox Machina 💙 Can be read as platonic or romantic

~ Poet

*****

It wasn't meant to be like this.

Things had not gone to plan. What was the plan, you say? That is debatable depending on who you'd ask.

To start, Vax was unfortunately spotted skulking around the enemy's camp. That then lead to small confrontation, one that he'd be fine to handle all by himself, one where he was suspiciously poked and prodded at innocently, but Keyleth instinctually stepped in to save him - thus getting the whole party involved and quickly overwhelmed. It was manageable until the exact moment where Grog lopped off the head of one of the bandits.

To put it simply, all hell broke loose and it all went to shit.

However, in the end, when the bandits lay dead and smloldering by the campfire, it was a victory for Vox Machina.

A victory, maybe. But not quite a win.

Wounds were in need of tending to, and Pike was far too exhausted to treat everyone. Camping in the woods did not seem to be the best option, the trees offering little cover, and neither did the cliff face nearby. Frustrated, tired, hungry - voices raising at each other prickled the hairs at the back of your neck and you knew you had to step up. To be the adult.

"There is a village," you start, but no one chooses to listen, your voice just another one in the argument.

"There is a village," you repeat, a little more firm and insistant, and the others begin to withdraw, eyes falling onto you, "not far from here. I- I didn't mention it before because it doesn't belong on the map. Not anymore, at least.

"We can go there, set up camp, sit down and just shut up for a few hours," you sigh.

Most of the party look hesitant but Scanlan raises a brow and shrugs with an easy nonchalance that you envy. "If you say it's safe, I'm down."

It wasn't meant to be like this.

"It is." You hope. "I promise.

Percy watches you carefully, the fading light of the Sun behind him casting shadows on his face, sharpens his already sharp jawline even further until it cuts into his coat's collar. Something dangerous in his expression. "Lead on, then," but he doesn't sound convinced.

And so you lead your friends to the home and earth that once nurtured your childhood, the very same that you abandoned all those years ago in favour of adventure.

You were still young. Like a child, scarrless, soft, green and new to the greater world that waited for you beyond your doorstep.

It wasn't meant to be like this, you think as you fall to your knees, taking in the grim sight before you. It's hard to tell what exactly happened, whether the homes had been raided and intentionally burned down, or if it had been a simple accident and the townspeople luckily fled somewhere safe.

How long had it been since you left home? What seemed like yesterday were many, many months for your people, and anything can happen in that time apart.

But you never expected to be returning home to a graveyard.

It wasn't meant to be like this.

"I'm sorry."

You sniffle and quickly wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, choking back a bitter laugh. "Percy." He pulls his mouth into a straight line, a grimace of sorts. "You can be a thorn in my side at times, but why should you be sorry?"

He shifts his weight on his feet. "Because... because it's what people might have said to me when I was in a similar state. I'm not sure if it would ever have made me feel better, but I suppose it shows some level of... respect. Condolences. Comfort, sometimes. Or so I've heard."

He pulls his coat tighter around his torso, the bite in the air unforgiving even as you mourn for your childhood home while your knees press into dirt. You risk a glance up at his face, and his forlorn expression shatters your already broken heart. He feigns a weak smile, and ducks his chin in sympathy. "It's not for everyone, I suppose."

It's a cold comfort as your grip on the ashes of your home loosens, and slips through your fingers, like sand lost in the wind.

Percy says your name, clear and grounding, and you manage to tear your gaze from what's left of your history. "Look at me." You crane your neck to look to where he looms over your hunched form. "Home is a feeling... I know that more than anybody."

Slowly, so slowly and gentle as if caught in slow motion, he crouches down to meet your height. He appraises you for a hesitant moment, then reaches out to wipe a tear that trails down your cheek, one that you had accidentally neglected. It smears across your skin smoothly, leaving a clean line in the thin layer of dust you had acquired since the battle and trek over here.

He looks at you softly, and you nearly sob from the incredible amount of emotions you feel all at once. You grip his hand like a lifeline and press it into your face so that you can lean into the comfort he's providing, and a shudder washes over you at the warmth radiating from his glove.

Percy nudges your chin up with his free hand, and you have no choice but to meet his watery eyes.

"And you feel like home to me."

In that moment, you know you feel the same for him.

*****

[posts this and RUNS]

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[nahoney22]

Hello!!!!! I love your works❤🩷💖, specifically the ones about Tech. Could I request a TechxFem!reader fluff and smutty fic thats NSFW with the prompt: "..." "..." "do you want to kiss?" "Yeah."

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 1.5k

NSFW

Prompt: “…” “…” “Do you want to kiss?” “Yeah.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Strong suggestive themes, female reader wearing a dress, mutual pining, friends to lovers, kisses. Borderline public displays of affection.

authors note: as always, sorry for the wait anon. 😚

Pabu truly was one of the most beautiful places you had ever visited. And all thanks to Phee, you were certainly not shy about calling this place ‘home’.

The atmosphere was jubilant as you all ventured to a bar with a breathtaking view of the ocean for a drink, and by chance, you found yourself sliding into a booth next to Tech.

Hunter and Wrecker had gone to fetch drinks, while Omega had dashed off to have fun with her newfound friend and other youngsters in the area. As for you, you reveled in the soothing music and pleasant company.

“How are you enjoying it here?" Tech turned to you, and the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach was unavoidable. His gaze upon you was tender yet filled with intrigue, and a faint smile danced upon the corner of his lips.

Truthfully it was hard to pinpoint the exact moment these emotions had emerged, but they had taken hold fast. Very fast. He had always been attentive to you, and as the sun bathed him in a radiant glow, you couldn't help but melt in front of him.

"I love it," you replied eventually, hoping he hadn't noticed you gawking at him, "it's what Omega needs. What we all need."

Tech hummed in response, glancing around. "Indeed, it is a delightful environment for us to seek refuge in."

You rolled your eyes playfully and nudged him. "Come on, let loose tonight. Don't think like a soldier."

Once again, he directed his gaze towards you and adjusted his goggles. "I am unsure of what you mean."

"Loosen up," you stated, your eyes gleaming with tenderness and mischievousness. "Just relax."

"But I am a soldier, and our group has faced arduous times. It is only rational to remain vigilant," he responded logically. A tinge of guilt washed over you for expecting him to act as if everything were perfect.

"I understand," you nodded. "But let's celebrate tonight. It's good to momentarily forget about our troubles." Your gaze swept across the bar and landed on some dancers. "Why don't you go dance?"

Tech's eyes widened at your suggestion, shaking his head. "Dancing is not my strong suit. Moreover, I prefer not to make a fool of myself," he admitted with a chuckle. "Why don't you go and dance?"

"I'd rather stay and chat with you. I enjoy your company," you replied with confidence, observing Tech's surprised expression.

"Truly?" he questioned.

You tilted your head, offering a warm smile. "Of course, Tech. I... I always enjoy our conversations."

You could almost see his thoughts racing behind his eyes, deliberating on what to say or not to say. "I appreciate that sentiment, and I must admit that I also enjoy every interaction we share," he replied slowly, ensuring that his words flowed smoothly, as your captivating gaze had entranced him.

A mischievous grin spreads across your face as a blush creeps up your neck in response to his considerate words. "Is that so?" you tease, turning to face him more directly, your leg playfully nudging against his own.

Momentarily startled by the sudden contact, he freezes, but you remain oblivious. "I was contemplating how pleasant the weather is and how different it is for me to see you in a dress," he confesses, his eyes subtly traversing your form, thoroughly enjoying the sight before him.

Glancing down at the dress you're wearing, you let out a soft hum. "Yeah, it's a bit of a difference from our usual attire, but I wanted a change. The fabric feels good too," you reply nonchalantly, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes as you notice his quick flicker of gaze from your chest back to your eyes. Your heart rate quickens slightly, wondering if he had admired you like that before without your awareness. Yet, you decide not to overthink it. "I see you're sporting a new shirt too."

Once again, he adjusts his goggles and swallows hard, summoning a modicum of courage. "Would it be inappropriate for me to ask if I could feel the fabric?" he inquires, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Your eyes widen, a curious expression taking hold. "Only because it's rare to come across new materials," he adds hastily, though you're not entirely convinced. Nevertheless, you see no harm in indulging his request.

"Sure, go ahead," you reply, accompanied by a gentle giggle. You watch as Tech raises his hand toward you, half expecting him to touch the small strap on your shoulder. However, to your surprise, a small gasp of astonishment is stifled as his hand lands on your waist, gently exploring the fabric between his fingertips.

Noticing him inhale sharply, you find yourself controlling your own breathing as he murmurs, "You're right, this material feels exquisite against the skin. Perfect for this climate..." His words trail off, but his hand remains in place.

You can only hum in agreement, afraid that any spoken word might shatter the spell and cause him to withdraw his touch.

Amidst the fading sounds of music, chatter, and clinking glasses, your gaze remains fixed on him as his hand slowly trails down from your waist to your thigh, where the dress rides up slightly.

"You look beautiful," he utters under his breath, and for a moment, you're not certain if you heard him correctly. But as he finally meets your gaze, his eyes intense and resolute, any doubts dissipate.

"Thank you," you whisper, your eyes locked on his.

"I sincerely hope you don't mind me touching you like this," he asks, his thumb brushing softly against your bare thigh, sending a shiver through your core.

Shaking your head, words failing you momentarily, you manage to exhale shakily, "Not at all... you could even..."

"Even what, my dear?" The endearing term sends warmth tingling through your skin, granting you the courage to continue.

"You could even come closer, if you'd like."

He smirks, an alluring expression that exudes charm. Smoothly, he nestles closer to you, practically hip to hip, his hand still resting on your leg. "Is this proximity to your liking?" he speaks in a low tone, as if the entire bar and its patrons have disappeared from both of your minds.

"Perfect," you respond, matching his smirk and slowly placing a hand on his chest, your fingertips gently tracing the fabric of his shirt. "I must say, your shirt is made of rather nice material as well."

His fingers flex against your thigh, a deep sigh escaping his lips as your hand moves to his arm, gliding up and down his well-defined skin.

The tension between you is palpable, your faces closer to each other than ever before. It feels as if time has slowed down, and you thrive in the closeness. You yearn to inhale deeply, taking in his intoxicating scent, but the skin-on-skin contact consumes your attention entirely.

Silence hangs in the air, charged with anticipation.

“…”

“…”

"Do you want to kiss?" he asks, his words so soft that they could have been a dream. Yet, his gaze shifts from your lips to your eyes and back to your lips, filled with a star-struck wonder.

"Yeah," you reply, your voice equally hushed.

His free hand comes to the side of your neck, pulling you in close as his lips meet yours in a passionate dance. The whole galaxy around you fades away as you surrender to the firmness of his touch, moving in perfect harmony. Ignoring any possible onlookers, you revel in the intensity of the moment. A table conveniently shields the view of your legs, concealing the fact that the moan escaping your lips is a result of Tech's teasing hand sliding up under your dress.

"I don't think the others will return with our drinks anytime soon," you whisper against his lips, earning a mere chuckle.

"Then I suppose we should find a more secluded spot to further explore this endeavor?" he suggests and against all expectations he performs a bold and uncharacteristic action on his part. He trails his tongue along your lower lip, leaving you yearning for more, practically begging him to do it again.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” You grin and watch as he stands, taking your hand and dragging you out the bar to a serene and beautiful area where he was 100% certain nobody would find you both.

Once alone, you’re pushed up against a wall that was shrouded with colorful flowers, overlooking the ocean, the sun setting on you both as Tech’s hands travel under your dress, cupping your aching, warm sex as he assaults your neck with glorious kisses. “I can not begin to tell you how much I have wanted to do this. To touch you,” he sighs, licking a stripe against your neck before dominating your lips, “to have you.”

“Then don't tell me,” you moan, head tilting back as his lips move to your exposed collarbones and chest, melting as his hand begins to rub against your damp panties, “just show me.”

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For the event, may I request “Let me try.” with Solomon? (Not sure if that prompt has been taken already lol)

Anyhow, have a wonderful day/evening ^^

Hello, anon!

That prompt was indeed available, so you're good! I really debated with myself about whether to make this one angsty or not, but in the end I went with fluff. This is because several prompts have been chosen for Solomon and I have no doubt that at least a few of them will end up on the angsty side of things! Also I took some artistic liberties with potion ingredients, so there's that lol.

Thank you for participating!

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GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Let me try."

Warnings: none!

There was something all consuming about trying to master a potion, especially when the ingredients needed to have precise measurements, the concoction called for exact swirling motions, and the complexity of it both challenged and excited you.

It was already past dinner, but you couldn't tear yourself away from the potions lab at RAD. It was your last class and you had told Belphie to go on home without you. The professor had given you permission to stay late and work on it. Neither of them had likely realized just how long you would stay there, completely distracted by your attempts to make the potion work.

The table you were working at was full of discarded bottles, bits of ingredients, and several loose pages of notes you had been making as you went along.

You had turned off the sound on your D.D.D. so that you could concentrate. It was sitting face down on the table nearby, most likely full of notifications from concerned demons. You were sure that Belphie had told the others you had decided to stay behind, but they likely thought you'd have come home by now.

You didn't have time to worry about that, though. You were going to make this potion work if it meant staying up all night long.

It wasn't that this particular potion did anything that mattered to you. In fact, you were pretty sure it was only meant to give the drinker heightened hearing. A fairly basic thing, but for some reason the potion itself was complicated. You'd likely never use it for anything, but that wasn't the point anymore.

You carefully poured a flask of sparkling liquid into the little bowl you were using to mix ingredients.

A single drop caused the potion to explode.

You yelped, backing up and waving at the air around you, which was now full of noxious green smoke.

"MC?"

You whirled around, startled. Who would be here at RAD at this hour?

You relaxed as you recognized Solomon standing in the doorway to the lab.

You let out a breath. "Solomon, you scared me."

Solomon came into the room to stand beside you. He smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that. I heard you yell, so I wanted to make sure you were all right. What are you doing?"

You told him about the potion and how you couldn't seem to make it work right.

"Hmm," Solomon said, looking over your piles of ingredients and pages of notes. "I'm sure you won't be happy to hear this, but I think you've mixed up some of the ingredients."

You frowned. "That can't be right. I've been using this list all night." You picked up a page from your pile, indicating the list you had jotted down during the lecture earlier that afternoon.

Solomon took the paper from your hand and leaned in to show you what he was looking at. He pointed at one of the items on your list. "This says you need devil grass, but the ingredient is actually devil sweetgrass. And this lists powdered devilstone, but it should be powered bloodstone."

"How did I write down two ingredients wrong?" you asked.

Solomon chuckled. "I don't know, MC, but that's likely the problem. Do you want me to help you try it with the right ingredients?"

You turned to look at him, about to refuse his help, but you paused. Solomon had been standing quite close to you so that you could see the ingredient list in his hand. Now you found yourself looking into his eyes. You took in the soft smile on his lips, the way he seemed to be looking at you with an overwhelming fondness.

And even though you were determined to get the potion right because now it was a matter of pride, you found you also didn't want him to leave.

"You don't mind?" you asked. "I know it's late."

"You should know by now that I don't mind helping you at any hour," Solomon said. "You're my apprentice, after all. What kind of teacher would I be if I left you to struggle with this alone?"

You huffed and took the list out of his hand. "I just can't believe I wrote these down wrong. I have to make the potion now or I'll never be able to rest."

"You're almost there," Solomon said, looking at the ingredients on the table. "You just need to change those two things."

Solomon found the missing ingredients in the lab's supply closet and brought them back over to you. The potion's meticulous instructions required the devil sweetgrass to be chopped in a specific way. You had been chopping the wrong ingredient, but you were fairly certain you had been doing it correctly.

You picked up the knife and were about to start, but Solomon stopped you by putting his hand over yours.

"You need to tilt the knife a little more like this," Solomon said, repositioning your hand.

The feeling of his hand on yours, the way you could sense him standing so close behind you, made you forget what you were doing momentarily.

You took a deep breath and began to chop. "Like this?"

"You're doing great, MC," Solomon said, still standing close behind you.

He lifted his hand from yours and let you continue on your own, but you instantly missed his touch. You scolded yourself mentally. You were here to make a potion and Solomon was here to help you. You shouldn't be letting yourself get distracted like this.

You were hyper aware of everything Solomon was doing as he guided you through the steps of making the potion. Every time he passed you some ingredients, your fingers brushed against his. You found you had a hard time looking away from his hands when he was demonstrating how to stir the potion properly. And he was always meeting your eyes, causing you to feel a little twist in your stomach.

You did your best to pretend that you were completely focused on the potion you were making. You hoped it was enough to cover up how distracted you were just by Solomon's presence.

When the potion was finally done, you looked down at the bowl and smiled. It was the correct shade of light green and nothing had exploded at all.

You grinned at Solomon. "It worked! Finally! I thought I was going to be here all night!"

Solomon smiled back at you. "Are you sure it worked? Don't you want to test it?"

You looked back down at the green potion. Certainly a potion for enhancing your hearing wouldn't be dangerous to test, right? But for some reason you were apprehensive. Probably because you had seen all the failed versions of it you had made previously.

Solomon seemed to know what you were thinking. He laughed lightly. "Why don't I test it, instead?"

You were about to protest, but you didn't have a chance. Solomon picked up the bowl and took a sip of the potion you had finally finished making.

You stared at him, eyes wide. "Did it work?"

Solomon met your eyes. "I can hear the clock ticking in the next room over. I would say that's a success."

You slumped in relief. You had been afraid something terrible was going to happen to him.

Solomon put a hand on your arm and smiled at you. "Well done, MC. I'm proud of you."

These words, his touch, caused a thrill to go through you. You tried to act nonchalant, smiling back at him.

Solomon cocked his head a little, as though listening. "MC, I can hear your heart racing."

All hope you had of keeping your composure vanished as you felt the heat rising in your face. You instantly covered it with your hands, backing away from him in your embarrassment.

Solomon laughed a little, reaching out to stop you. "You don't have to be embarrassed."

You peeked at him from between your fingers. "You're teasing me on purpose, aren't you? You've been doing it this whole time."

Solomon's amused chuckle revealed all. "You got me. How can I make it up to you?"

You turned your back to him, face still covered by your hands. "You can't!"

You were truly embarrassed and you didn't think your blush would be dying down any time soon.

You didn't move as you felt Solomon come up behind you, putting a hand on your back.

"Let me try," he said quietly into your ear.

That fluttering feeling returned to your stomach. You let him turn you around, let him gently pull your hands away from your face, let him tilt your chin to make you look at him.

When Solomon kissed you, you let yourself step into the circle of his arms, let yourself embrace that flutter in your gut, let yourself forget your embarrassment as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours.

You let yourself give in because you were beginning to realize just how much Solomon meant to you. When you were struggling, he was there to help you, even if he teased you along the way. It was how he let you know that despite his status as the most powerful sorcerer in the three worlds, he still just wanted to be with you. And who were you to hold that against him?

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hii could you write something with sub!solomon x afab trans man? hes my fav💓💓

Dry Humping with Solomon

A/N: I absolutely can, anon! And no worries, I'll just keep it here as that's easiest and this is my NSFW blog anyway. I went with dry humping as I love the idea of making him needy hehe. I haven't written for a male reader, cis or trans, before so I apologize I'm kind of awkward at inserting it. I am so sorry this took so long to get to, but I hope you enjoy!!

Featuring: afab trans!m reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: NSFW content, sub!Solomon and dom!reader, smidgen of sir kink and degradation kink, dry humping/grinding, slight nipple play

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Despite Solomon's slightly cocky attitude outside of the bedroom, inside the bedroom was like an entirely different personality. His cocksure and dominating attitude seemed like a front when you got him alone, and it was even more obvious during intimacy, especially when you had him under your thumb, or rather, you.

Most others wouldn't believe you if you told them, except perhaps a certain fifth brother that just happens to give you some very useful hints on how to draw out this secret side. The difference in personalities is addicting, both for you to witness and for Solomon to let loose with you, leading to plenty of new and pleasurable experiences in the bedroom.

The first time you two get intimate, it surprises you just how needy Solomon can be. Sometimes all it takes is some light, strategic touches, some whispered sweet nothings in his ear, for his erection to strain against his pants, eager for your attention. It'll take some discussions and experimentation to really find out where the line can be drawn, but Solomon is a team player and he's very excited to explore your and his interests in bed as long as you're okay with it.

One of his favorites, you quickly discover, is when you tease him, specifically grinding. It's easy to rile him up to the point of begging for relief, for you to ride him already or at least let him cum, and his sweet voice is just music to your ears. Occasionally, he even asks for you to ride him instead, a favorite strap-on already found and broken in just for you to use on him.

Solomon goes especially nuts if only one of you is still clothed during this, particularly if it's you. Where his aching cock can just feel the heat of your hole through the fabric of your underwear, the forming dampness being the major evidence of how much this is turning you on as well, but he knows it won't be that easy for you to give in and give him what he wants. And once you really start grinding, he's a goner.

There's no hiding how turned on he gets from this, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat as he pants like he's in heat, hips bucking up for more contact. The sweet whimpers he lets out, the hazy look in his eyes, you can't help but drink it all up and want more, he does well at making himself irresistible in his want for you.

During these experimental sessions, you'll also manage to uncover a slight degradation kink and sir kink he has. His face turns a lovely shade of red, matching with his aching dick, as you point out just how needy he is, what a little whore he is when he's begging you to relieve him. The needier he gets, the more he starts asking for permission to cum, "please, sir" falling out of his mouth left and right without any prompting. He's the very definition of depravity when he gets like this and you can't help but eat it up.

If you want to turn the heat up even further, a sweet piece of wisdom gifted by Asmo is on other parts of Solomon's body that are particularly sensitive, such as his neck and his nipples. As you work your hips against his, leaving some steamy kisses along his neck and clavicles will make him shiver beneath you, and he adores it when you leave marks on his skin, proof of your passionate loving.

In addition, light flicks of your finger or tongue against his nipples will draw some sweet moans from his lips, enough to form a heat in your belly and just further the need to play with him. In fact, one of the fastest times Solomon ever came was when you'd restrained him with handcuffs to the head of the bed, kissing and licking across his chest as he felt your arousal grind against him. The combination of sensations just pushed him into overload and it wasn't long before he was twitching underneath you.

All in all, it takes a little bit of experimentation to find Solomon's buttons. But once you find it, it's addicting reducing him down to a trembling, whiney mess time and time again, and he certainly has no complaints about it.

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Heyy!!! I'm kinda new to tumblr... uhm.. so idrk how to work this. could you do like a touch-sensitive MC x the bros? (basically howd they react, also what i mean is like mc that'll tense up at the slighest touch but not in like a "i hate it, dont touch me there." its like a "im very surprised, but keep going." way??? sorry if this isnt the right place im like very new to tumblr- (obey me btw)

Hey anon! I did the first 3 eldest for this prompt. Let me know if you want the rest of them for this prompt! I really liked writing this, it kinda got me outta my writer's block that I'd been sitting with for a bit.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none.

Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi with a touch starved!MC

Lucifer

he didn’t really notice it at first, hes not one to initiate much contact himself unless you do. I wouldn’t really consider him touch starved, more like he is untouchable.

as the two of you grow closer though he does notice how you shy away from large hugs or related moments from his brothers.

The two of you had been invited out to one of the popular festivals in the devildom. Lucifer, being the ever-cautious demon, made it a point to stick close to you amongst the sea of demons that were swarming the streets.

Lost from the other brothers, you stuck close to Lucifer, hovering just out of his reach but close enough that you could feel the broad scope of his shoulders behind you. As you were looking throughout the stalls, one of the more interesting food ones caught your attention, causing you to bump into a lesser demon walking by.

As you squaked an apology, you felt a sudden hand on your shoulder. Pulling you back into his chest, Lucifer snarled at the lesser demon and moved you both out the way.

You had startled at his touch. You weren’t bothered by it per se, but his broad hand grasping your smaller shoulder wasn’t something that you were familiar with.

“Does my touch… bother you?” he asked cautiously, gently lifting his hand away from you and holding it against his side. “I apologize for earlier—”

“Oh no!” you yipped. “It’s… not really like that. I don’t mind you touching me. I’m just not used to that sort of… “ you trailed off.

“intimacy?” he tried, eyebrow raising in question.

You huffed a laugh, “something like that, yeah.”

“well, then.” He started, tucking a loose strand of hair over your ear before he reached to take your hand. “Maybe some exposure therapy would work?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand back before leading him out into the crowd.

Mammon

I feel like he would be really similar in this regard. Like, he would want to touch and hold you, but anytime you brush fingertips or he grazes your side he would like flinch and run off.

So if anything you’d have to be more into giving him a gentle nudge as well. a learning experience if you will.

Ever unaware of your mutual pining, Asmo is the one that ends up giving you both a nudge, insisting that you both go to a stuffy night club with him. However, you both found yourselves tied together, Asmo nowhere in sight.

“I cant believe he just up and left us!” Mammon tossed up his hands, voice booming over the loud music and bass that reverberated through your bones.

He slammed his hands down, accidentally brushing harshly against you in the process. You noticed he jolted away, face turned as if he was looking for Asmo in the crowd of people.

You tried to shout to get his attention, but he seemed too preoccupied pretending to search the crowd. You huffed, moving against the sea of bodies to reach out for him.

Just as your hand reached out, you felt yourself get jostled by a clearly intoxicated demon. Causing you to flail and tip backwards.

A warm hand gripped your shoulders. Surprised at the touch, you scrambled forwards getting your bearing again.

Mammon threw his hands up in mock surrender, grimacing.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” you shouted over the crowd. Mammon made a confused face, and gently grabbed your fingers to lead to towards a less busy area of the club.

He immediately released his grip when you were both alone.

“Geez.. uh, sorry about that. I know you’re like.. weirded out about me touchin’ ya and all but—” he rubbed the back of his hand, eyes lowered as he spoke to you.

“What? Oh no! Mammon, please. I was just startled is all, I’m not used to being… held like that.” You smiled, gently easing your head onto his shoulder.

He tensed up beneath you briefly before relaxing into you, leaning his head on top of yours.

“How about we get out of here?” you murmured, glancing up towards his eyes.

He gave you a crooked smile, before grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door.

LEVI

I feel like with Levi, he’d be very into “accidental” brushing up against your shoulder, leaning in to show you how to use his controller or reaching across you to grab some popcorn or snacks while you watched shows.

I don’t think he’d truly realize it until you brough it up yourself. Or when he noticed you would shy away from him a bit.

He definitely got self-conscious about it. did he smell? Were you uncomfortable around him? He would sit there and worry about it and distance himself from you for a while he sat with his thoughts.

It was the second time that he cancelled plans with you that you went into his room to figure out why he was avoiding you.

You knocked repeatedly on the door in front of you, anxiously tap tap tapping your foot as you waiting for it to open. When there was no response you called out.

“Levi! It’s me, I’m coming in.”

You pushed the door open and scanned the room for him. Looking for that familiar frame you finally spotted him curled in the tub, a blanket draped over him as he stared at his D.D.D.

“Levi?” you muttered softly, tentatively walking over to him. “Is something wrong? Why have you been avoiding me?”

He huffed and turned over. “It’s nothing.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s clearly something if you can’t even talk to me about this.”

There was a long pause.

“Do you hate it when I touch you?” The words were spoken so softly you almost had to strain to hear them.

Brows furrowed; you tilted your head to gaze over the tub.

“Any why would you think that?”

“am i… repulsive to you? You finch whenever I get too close, or shy away from me when we sit near each other.” He sounded heartbroken, his voice cracking towards the end of it.

You kneeled down by him, your cheek resting on the side gazing down at him.

“I have never been repulsed by you. It’s more of the opposite, really. I’ve just… got little experience with being touched at all, so I’m just unsure how to react when anyone gets close to me.” You paused. “I don’t… I want to be touched, though.” Your cheeks aflame, you turned away.

Suddenly, you felt yourself getting pulled in. crashing into a firm body and arms wrapping around your torso. His face was buried in your hair, and you could almost feel his grin.

“Maybe we can learn together.”

#mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #obey me x reader

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Double Duty Fantasies

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet, Sariel Noir x Reader

Word Count ~ 4483

Author's note ~ This fic truly turned out to be quite the monster. Once I got inspired (thank you to @aquagirl1978 and her Ikevil Victor fic), I just couldn't seem to stop. Thank you also to this anon for your lovely request, and @maries-gallery and @kissmetwicekissmedeadly for the motivation to finish (pun absolutely intended)!

This fic is for Mo's event Late Summer Rendezvous, using the prompt "Sunset to Sunrise"!

Warnings ~ Sex toys, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, voyeurism, blowjobs, size kink, vague dom (suitor)/sub (reader), spanking, bdsm, anal, inanimate object penetration, penetration, double penetration, overstimulation, nipple play, creampie, double creampie, ejaculation, double ejaculation, mmf, no sexual interaction between mm

You stretched into the hum of your toy as it vibrated against your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as you trailed it over the soft, supple nipple of your right breast. “Mmmm,” you purred, arching your back off the mattress as you chased the pleasant sensations. A whimper broke loose as your nipple began to harden under the pulsing of the soft tip of your toy, a sign it was time to travel downwards to meet your awaiting core. You urged the toy down your body, along the soft planes of your stomach, tracing each curve and dip as you made your way to your plush folds, and allowed your mind to wander as you pushed the toy between your lips and gasped as you reached your clit. 

"J-Jin," you whimpered softly, picturing the 1st Prince's large hands encompassing your body, worshiping it with passionate reverence, dipping his deft fingers between your folds and working you open to fill your hole with his tongue. But Jin wasn't the only one in your fantasy. Another figure lurked in the shadows, tall, slender, mysterious. He watched with diligence, as if memorizing every move that drove you wild, before stepping into the light and brandishing his whip.

 You moaned long and loud as you pressed your toy against your hole, the vibrations filling you with a white hot heat that wouldn't be sated with a single orgasm alone. You chased the tension that gripped you as you began to clench around the tip of the toy, and you were so close to spilling over…so close-

The door to your room swung open abruptly and you yelped in surprise, desperately clawing your way under the sheets to hide your bare body from the intruder. You squinted at the figure in your doorway and your breath began to slow once you realized it was Jin and not some stranger. But as you studied the Prince, you began to notice how unkempt he looked; how animalistic he seemed…how feral his eyes were, and your heart picked up speed of its own accord. 

“Jin,” you said, sounding much more breathless than you had intended to. 

“I like it a lot more when you say my name like you were saying it a minute ago.” he murmured, his red irises large and lust-blown as he stared intently at you, as though he could see right through the bedcovers. 

Your eyes widened and you felt your face flush as the meaning of his words sank in. He heard me. He knew I was fantasizing about him! You buried your face in your hands on instinct. “I’m so sorry!” you cried, an apology the first thing off your tongue. You heard nothing in response for a long time, and, wondering if he had turned around to leave, you dared to peek through your fingers, but what you saw instead had you dropping your hands in surprise. Jin had stripped off his coat and shirt and was skulking towards you, as if hunting his prey, each defined muscle in his chest and abdomen clenching and releasing as he made his way to the side of your bed. “Jin,” you whispered and he crouched beside you, pulling your hand into his two larger ones and looking you in the eyes, more serious than you had ever seen him.

“There’s no need to apologize, sweetheart.” The words were sweet, but the look in his eyes was still predatory and your breath caught in your throat when you tried to answer, so instead of speaking, you simply nodded. He brought his hand up to brush a strand of your disheveled hair from your face and his fingers lingered there at your cheek, stroking your skin gingerly. His touch brought back memories of your fantasy and the place he touched began to heat. Jin must have noticed it too, because he smiled suddenly, and leaned in close, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear. You shivered as his hot breath hit your neck and his hand found its way under the covers to wrap around your waist. 

"What did you dream of me doing to you, sweetheart?" He whispered into your ear as the pad of his thumb danced around the skin below your breast. You gasped when he cupped it and swiped his thumb over your nipple. "Did I suck on your beautiful tits?" He chuckled darkly and a whimper escaped your lips as you nodded slowly. "Mmm, I know I'd enjoy that." He said, dropping a kiss onto your shoulder as his weight shifted onto you. You let him push you back onto the bed and tug the bedcovers down to reveal your body to the cool night air. Jin groaned as your breasts came into view, and you glanced down at his pants, both proud and thrilled to see how aroused he was. 

"Will you let me make those fantasies come true, princess?" He coaxed from the nape of your neck, biting down on the soft skin there as his hand slithered down your body and cupped you, using his middle finger to make a quick swipe of your wet folds. You mewled softly as he touched you, nearly overwhelmed already by how much more intense the sensations were when it wasn't just a dream. Your eyes closed and you nodded eagerly, desperate to have more of him against you.

He laughed softly against your neck. "Mmm, good girl." You moaned as the nickname sent a jolt of pleasure to your core, and moaned again when Jin used that moment to dip his long finger inside of you to sample your wet warmth. The sensation was so strong; his finger was so deep. 

"Unngghhhhhh, fuck, Jin." You whined, your hips thrusting against his finger as he curled it inside you. Your walls began to spasm around it, but he pulled it out of you quickly and you cried in frustration, your hips bucking harder in search of the friction you had just lost. You opened your eyes to glare at the beautiful man above you, but instead you were mesmerized by the way he took your slick and rubbed it onto your nipple before encasing it with his lips and sucking on it diligently. Your lips fell open and a groan came out as his tongue lapped your peaked bud over and over until you couldn't take any more, then he closed his lips over it and warmed it again, suckling on it like it would keep him alive. 

You watched in dazed awe as he squeezed, perked, and pressed on your breasts until they were red with his fingermarks, and at last, when you tried to squirm away from him because the stimulation was too much, he smiled and sat back, satisfied with his work. You heaved in breath after breath, trying to put your scattered thoughts back together. “Was that all I did in your fantasy?” Jin’s voice was a low rumble at your side, full of mischief and unfulfilled desire. 

“N-no,” you stuttered, the heat he had left untended flaring back to life as you thought of his cock stretching you wide. “But-” you stopped abruptly, wondering if you should tell him about the… other part of your fantasy. 

“But?” he asked, resting his head nonchalantly against his hand, as though he hadn’t just ruined your bedsheets. “Do you not want to go any further?”

“No! That’s not it!” you replied quickly. Too quickly, by the looks of it. Jin sat up and dusted off his pants, feigning casualness. 

“Well, if you can’t tell me what you want, I’m not gonna force ya.” he started to stand up and collect his clothes, and in an act of panic, you shot up off the bed and grasped his muscular arm, pressing it between your breasts and looking up at him desperately. The words came tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I fantasized that you and Sariel were both taking me!”

Jin stopped dead in his tracks and you feared, for only moments, that you had scared him away, or even worse, disgusted him. You retracted your body from him in shame and backed up to the middle of your bed, once again pulling the sheets up over your exposed body, wishing you hadn’t said anything. Jin still stood stiffly at the end of your bed, muscles tensed and unmoving. “Jin, I’m sor-”

“Wait here.” he instructed suddenly, then threw his coat over his shoulders and walked out the door without another word. Confusion mixed with rejection bubbled up inside of you, and all you wanted was to cover yourself from head to toe and cry, but before you could wriggle out of bed to find something to cover your body with, Jin popped his head back in the door. “And don’t you dare put on any clothes.” His tone was so serious that any thought of disobeying him was immediately disregarded and you nodded silently, watching him as he once again disappeared down the hallway. Minutes passed and you wondered if you had been tricked or forgotten, but footsteps down the hallway had you sitting up straight and clutching your bedsheets closer to your chest as they grew nearer.

At last, two figures appeared in your doorway, one you recognized immediately as Jin, but it wasn’t until Jin stepped inside to give you a better view of the other man that you realized it was Sariel. “Wha-” you opened your mouth to ask what was going on, but Jin was on you before you could even finish the first word, his lips claiming yours in a bruising kiss as his coat was once again discarded in the floor. “Jin!” you gasped between kisses as he pulled the covers away from your grasp and positioned himself over you. “What’s going on?!” you managed between assaults on your lips. 

“I said I’d make your dreams come true, didn’t I, babygirl? I meant it.” The words took your breath away and you moaned softly, allowing him to pull you flush against him and drag his semi-hard cock along your pussylips before turning his head to Sariel, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched. His long vest cloak was already draped over the back of your sitting chair and his eyes were like slits, boring into you from the other side of the room, so harshly you could almost feel them like hands on your body. 

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Jin smirked, running his palm down your body, from your neck, across your breast, down to your stomach, and coming to rest at your core.

“I knew my student fancied hands-on learning, but I didn’t know she desired to learn such advanced lessons so early on.” Sariel mused, his lip ticking up on one side in a dangerous grin that had your heartbeat sounding between your legs. 

“Well, she gets to learn from me first.” Jin chuckled and crawled down your body, crouching low enough to press a kiss to your slit as you writhed above him, then plunged his tongue between your folds. 

“Ah, Jin!” you cried out, your fingers scrambling to find his hair and tug on it as he stroked your insides with his tongue and nuzzled your clit with his nose. A delectable knot formed in the pit of your stomach as he ravaged you, and your entire body hummed while he pulled moan after salacious moan from your lips. You had lost all sense of time and presence of mind to Jin's tongue deep inside of you, and you didn't even notice the man making his way to your side, now undressed to his boxers, until he leaned over you and grasped your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him. 

“Don’t think for a moment I’ll allow you to forget about me.” Sariel murmured onto your lips before parting them with his tongue and eagerly exploring your mouth. 

“Mmm!” you crooned into his kiss, your tongue dancing with his while his gloved hands made quick work of your nipples, pinching them and rolling them until they stood taut for him to admire. He pulled back, enough to insert his gloved finger into your mouth, instructing you to bite down. When you obeyed, he pulled his hand until it was free of the glove, took it, and had you repeat the process with the other hand. You sighed blissfully as Jin worked you open with his fingers, taking care not to move too quickly. But you couldn’t focus on his ministrations for long, for Sariel had climbed up on the bed with you, and had your hand pressed against his aching bulge. You peeled away the last layer between you and his stiff cock and you moaned as it sprang free from its confines, already half-hard and desperate for your touch. You took it into your hand and gave it several pumps, eliciting a guttural growl from the minister kneeling next to you. Spurred on by his reaction, you opened your lips and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before sucking on it ever so slightly.

“Urgh,” Sariel grunted, struggling to still his stuttering hips. “Keep going.” he instructed, and you answered with a bob of your head on his stiffening member, pumping him with your hand and sucking him with your mouth. You had settled into an easy, pleasurable rhythm when you felt Jin’s finger plunge into your warmth and curl inside of you. You purred onto Sariel’s firm length and your body contorted as a sharp wave of heat hit you from the force of the stimulation. But just like last time, Jin removed his finger before granting you a release, planting a chaste kiss on your sopping folds before nodding to Sariel, who pulled his girth out of your mouth and backed off the bed, making his way instead to the sitting chair where his cape was flung and sitting down on it. He continued to stroke his own cock as Jin repositioned himself, a hand on each of your legs, pulling them apart and resting them on his shoulders before lining himself with your entrance.

“Ready, babygirl?” he smirked down at you, his handsome face and cocky smile nearly sending you to bliss as-is. You nodded, too hazy with lust to form a response, and he chuckled, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb as he entered you. You groaned lewdly, no longer caring who might hear through the door. His cock felt so good stretching you out like that, the stinging pain nothing in comparison to how indescribably satisfying it was to be filled by him. 

“Jin!” you cried, wanting him closer. “M-more, please! More..” you sounded like a wanton, needy mess, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as your walls welcomed all of Jin in and squeezed around him like a vice. “Ahh!” you yelped as he started moving, each vein and ridge sending your eyes rolling back in your head and your breath leaving you in gasps.

“I’ll give my princess anything she wants.” Jin grunted as he rolled his hips into your ass, pushing your legs up further, further, til he was bent over you rutting into your cunt and reaching deeper than you thought possible. 

“F-fuck me, Jin, please, please!” you pleaded as the knot in the pit of your stomach pulled taut. 

“Ya look so pretty- ungh! - look so pretty on my cock, sweetheart. Fuck you’re so pretty when you’re - ugh - drunk on my - nghh - cock.” His words were punctuated by grunts and moans of his own, chasing his high alongside you. 

“Please Jin, please. Daddy please, please Jin.” you begged as your body twisted, pressing closer to Jin, urging yourself down onto his cock over and over and over. You were so close, then you felt Jin’s fingers press into your clit and rub tight circles there.

“Mmm callin’ me daddy? Such a good girl. Gonna cum on my cock, princess? Hm? Gonna cum - ngh - all over me?”

“Ah, yes! Jin! Fuck!” you cried, his beckoning sending you over the edge. You clamped down on his cock and let out a long whine as you rode out your high with him inside you. 

As your breath returned to you and you started to relax, Jin gently pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You whimpered at the loss, but Jin cupped your face gently and brought your lips to his once, twice, a third time before murmuring, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You won’t be empty long.” He crawled off the bed and nodded to Sariel, who had been waiting patiently while Jin had his way with you. 

You were still in a haze as Sariel took Jin’s place on the bed and hauled you up, flipping you over to rest on all fours. “Hmmm.” he mused, stationing himself behind you to admire your plump rear and your swollen clit. “You were too gentle with her, Jin.” he said decidedly. 

Smack!

“Unghh!” you cried out suddenly as Sariel’s hand smacked your ass cheek. The blissful daze was gone in an instant and the itching burn in your core had returned. 

“That’s more like it. You need to be disciplined, don’t you, Belle?” he crooned in your ear and you nodded obediently, earning another forceful smack! to the backside. You felt the wetness in your core leaking from your slit as Sariel continued to administer your punishment. “Hand me my whip.” you heard him tell Jin and you bit back a moan. “Take that pillow and lay your head down, Belle.” Sariel instructed and you complied without hesitation, settling your cheek into the plush pillow and pushing your ass further in the air, expecting to feel the sharp sting of the whip. Instead, you felt something entirely different. 

“Oh…” you whimpered softly as the blunt end of the whip entered your pussy. Your jaw dropped open as he pumped the whip in and out of your cunt, fucking you from behind. But none of those sensations could have prepared you for the insatiable burn that took hold of you when Sariel thrust his pinkie into your puckered asshole. Words were no longer possible as Sariel spread both of your holes to use for his enjoyment, and tears pricked your eyes as the dueling sensations overstimulated you to the point of incoherent babbling. 

“If you want two men’s cocks,” Sariel taunted as he continued his incursion of your holes. “You need to be trained to handle two men’s cocks. Isn’t that right?”

“Nghhh uh huh mmmm,” it was all you could muster, but it seemed enough for Sariel as he pumped you faster, adding another finger to your asshole as he stretched you. “Fuuuuck Sariel!” you groaned, gripping the pillow your head rested on with all your might as he thrusted his fingers and his whip in and out of you at a relentless pace. “Ah!” you cried in frustration as he removed everything from your body at once, leaving you empty and aching. You tried giving him a piece of your mind, but the words came out as a blubbering mess of gibberish and you gave up as a tear rolled down your face.

“C’mon now, Sariel, don’t make the lady cry.” Jin chided from the chair in the corner, and Sariel sighed. 

“Very well, I shall give you what you want.” He slid his cock up and down your wet folds, coating his length in your slick. You were desperate to be filled to the brim with something; anything, that would fill the emptiness your pussy walls clenched around as Sariel’s plump tip swiped your clit again. A shiver of pleasure ran through you as you felt his cock head teasing your entrance but not quite pushing through. Desperate, you wiggled your rear back towards him, as if you could coax him into your pussy. But Sariel didn’t like being rushed, and you received a warning smack to your pussylips that had you yelping and settling down, ready to be obedient again. 

When he finally entered you, you sighed in relief, the friction feeling so good within your throbbing heat that all of his previous teasing was immediately forgiven. He grasped your hips with his hands and bounced you forward and back, thrusting his girth into your dripping cunt roughly, hitting that deep spot inside of you that had you seeing stars behind your eyes as you cried out his name again and again. As you rode him, he plunged his fingers back into your puckered hole and worked you open, bit by bit, ignoring how your mewls and cries got louder as he did so. 

Then all of the sudden, he paused, halting his movements, and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled out of you and his hands were on your breasts, guiding you up to press your back against his chest. He held you there as Jin crawled onto the bed in front of you and laid down on his back, looking up at you with unbridled lust in his eyes as he brushed your pink lips with his thumb. "Ready for two, sweetheart?" He chuckled, rubbing tight circles around your clit as Sariel helped you ease your legs open and scoot forward to balance your entrance over Jin's length. You had been so ready to imagine it, but now that you were here, faced with two beautiful men with two very large members, you hesitated, wondering if the pain would outweigh the pleasure. "Hey," Jin's voice brought you back to earth and you gazed down at his softened expression. "We're gonna take care of you, make sure you feel so good. And if you want us to stop, we will, okay? This is all you." You glanced over your shoulder at Sariel and he nodded, his own features softening ever so slightly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, and your shoulders relaxed. You were in safe hands with your two men, and you were thankful they had reminded you. 

"Mkay," you murmured. "I'm ready." 

"C'mere, princess. Sit down on me." Jin coaxed and you obliged him, sinking down onto his thick cock with a long moan that rattled your entire body. He took hold of your hips and lowered you down to him, covering your lips with his and stroking your back gently as you readjusted to his wider girth. Once you nodded, he began thrusting up into you, moulding your pliant pussy around his cock as he plunged into you over and over again. You let your full weight rest on his muscular chest as he pumped you full, only slowing down once Sariel lined up with your asshole and slowly worked his way inside. 

You cried out loudly, pain ripping through you as Sariel’s cock stuffed you full. He paused, waiting for you to either adjust or tell him to stop. Jin kissed your forehead and reached between your legs to rub your clit, trying to ease your tension. You focused on Jin's deft fingers for awhile and were finally able to relax into his embrace again. You nodded, telling Sariel it was okay for him to continue moving, and he was able to fully sheath himself in your hole. You groaned when Sariel started to move, the pleasure of being completely filled in both holes robbing you of all sense. 

"Mmm," you hummed, adjusting yourself ever so slightly. Each tiny movement caused a new wave of heat in your core to erupt, and you nearly came undone in the first few seconds. But your body became more accustomed to the pressure, and Jin and Sariel began to coordinate their thrusts so that you would always be filled with one of them. 

Your moans got louder as they pounded into you, their cocks twitching inside of you, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust. "Ah, ah!" You yelped, useless as you were bounced on their two pulsing cocks like a living toy. "Please, yes. Please make me cum, please let me cum, I'm gonna cum, please." You stammered, not fully aware of everything you were saying. But they felt so good and you didn't want it to stop, and you kept begging as they rutted into you. Sariel leaned down to your ear and whispered, "Are you going to cum for us, sweet little helpless Belle?" And at the same time, Jin closed his lips around one of your nipples and sucked hard. You lost your vision as the walls of both your abused holes clamped down on the two men's cocks with a vice grip, sucking them both in as far as they'd go. Your legs started shaking and you were fairly sure you were calling Jin and Sariel's names into the night air as you came hard and fast on both of their eager cocks. 

You had little hold on reality, but in your bliss you could still feel the two men cumming inside of you, filling your holes with their seed and making sure that none was wasted on your bedsheets. You vaguely recognized the feeling of being laid down on your pillow, and the last thing you remembered was being encapsulated in warmth. 

When the sun was high in the sky later that morning, and its rays stirred you from your deep slumber, you looked around lazily to find yourself alone in your bed, and your room had been put back exactly the way it had been before Jin came in the night before. "That wasn't a dream, was it?" You thought to yourself as you tried to prop yourself up on your elbow. The searing ache that followed that slight bit of movement told you that no, it definitely was not a dream. So why had they left? You continued your visual sweep of the room and your eyes landed on a note sitting atop your bedside table that most definitely had not been there last night. You opened it and smirked at the contents, already knowing what your answer would be.

Belle,

Apologies for leaving so early, we had some official business that needed tending to. However, Prince Jin has made it known to me that he is free this Friday evening, and it just so happens that I am free that evening as well. Shall we rendezvous again then? Until that time, I am certain that both Prince Jin and I would be delighted to spend some more…daylight-appropriate quality time with you. 

Do not let these trysts affect your studying habits, or we shall have to discuss your punishment. I do hope you slept well and there is a salve for the pain in the top drawer

Sariel & Jin 

~

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[writtenontheport]

Hey, can I request a lockwood x reader where the reader takes him on an impulsive date and they j walk in the rain (with tooth rotting fluff) 🫶

Good Dreams and Good Days

Anthony Lockwood x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Rather short drabble, Fluff, Waking up sleepy and happy to the love of your life is great, Lockwood in love, silly people bickering affectionately, ‘5 more minutes’, romcom scene really, Do I ever write anything else?, Lots and lots of rain, Reader is gender neutral cause I flipped a coin and it landed on gn, Reader is described as pretty and gorgeous at some point (gn kinda way 🤞)

Notes: Sorry this is a bit short, anon!! I absolutely adore the prompt though, thank you so much for sending it in <3 Sorry if it might not be exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it either way!! Also!! Very loosely edited!! I only read it over once when I usually read and then reread it over and over but this time… I just went with it!! Tell me if you watch anything off

Summary: Lockwood wakes up and falls right back asleep. You’re just trying your best to take your boyfriend on a date…

Lockwood rarely has good dreams. Most of time his sleep is dreamless; preferable to the nightmares, but he rarely (if ever) has good dreams. In this dream he can feel your hands on the skin of his cheeks and your lips pressed gently to his hairline, motioning out words he can’t quite hear more than he can feel. Your voice pulls him from the heavy blanket of a dreamless sleep and it rolls off of him in gentle waves. It is the sweetest dream ever to know you’re there to wait for him to wake up.

“Anthony,” he hears you whisper finally, your thumbs swiping over the skin of his cheeks in a caress, “Time to wake up now.”

He can feel you smile into his skin and sinks into the drowsy happiness of it, his hands finding their way to yours. It earns a giggle out of you that has his heart beating faster, something warm filling up his chest. A smile wiggles its happy little way onto his lips the more he wakes up, but he keeps his eyes closed. He just wants to be pampered for a little longer, really.

“I know you’re awake,” You laugh, lips against his temple. “Come on now, Anthony. Don’t be difficult, this is important.”

“What’s so important that we can’t just stay here and sleep in on a day off, hmm?” His voice is thick with sleep and deeper than his usual chipper, smile ever present as he feels you pepper his cheek with kisses. “We could just stay here all day like this instead, yeah?”

“I have bigger things planned, you lazybones,” you say laughingly. “Plus, I’ve already let you sleep in. George and Lucy had breakfast ages ago, you know?”

“Breakfast doesn’t have to have a specific time, love. Plus, I thought we weren’t doing anything today but sleep in. Are we headed out anywhere?” He mumbles, shifting his head to press a kiss into your palm. The sheets ruffle all about him, and his head dips down into what he realises is you under him. He peels one eye open.

“Well I can’t tell you or it’d ruin the surprise,” You laugh, gently jostling you both. You’re gorgeous in this angle (in every angle, really) and seeing you like this invokes a sense of comfort that makes him forget all the work and bruises it took to get here. He takes the hand that isn’t holding yours to his lips and slips it under your waist, burrowing his head into you and pretending to fall back asleep. It works a little too well as the drowsiness seeps back in.

“Just five more minutes,” he grumbles. Your reply slowly fades out as the world seems to settle into the sensation of you in his arms and your hand combing his hair. Lockwood may not always have good dreams, but when you’re around he dreams of the best thing there is: having you there when he wakes up.

5 minutes actually meant at least another hour, as by the time you usher him downstairs it’s already nearing noon. You scold him lightly for it as you usher him down, but he presses kisses all over your face and you can’t stay mad at him for long.

“So, where are we headed?” He asks you, watching you slip on your cosiest jacket. He can hear it drizzling out from a nearby open window and takes an umbrella out from the stand. It’s an old, worn one from the days when his parents used to walk around London (if they ever did stay long enough to). Fitting now that he’s using it with you.

“I’ll tell you when we get there.” You give him a secretive smile that fills the cavity of his chest with something peaceful and warm; in the buzz of his cold thoughts, that is a blessing. Lockwood can’t help himself from leaning over to smack a quick kiss on your cheek, and you swat at him playfully. Again, he sinks into the domestic joy that fills him at your smile.

“Have you at least told Lucy and George we’ll be out?” He hums, pulling the front door open to watch the rain fall harder and harder. The sidewalks are absolutely drenched now, and on the road the water is pooling and running along the sides. It’ll keep the ghosts at bay better if you stay out for too long, but he hopes it doesn’t come to that.

“Of course,” You huff from behind him, slipping your arm around his. “George went upstairs to fetch a few books, but promised to come down and lock the door once we’re out. Lucy helped me get ready and said to have fun.”

“All that while I was taking my time getting pretty?” He shakes the umbrella and pops it open outside the door. A quick glance back at you has him enamoured all over again; the essence of you so clear in how you dress he can’t help but feel winded. “You look lovely, darling.”

“And you, Anthony, look dashing,” You whisper to him as you pull the front door closed behind you and you two finally set out. The rain hits the umbrella, harsher and harsher by the minute. “Let’s get walking; I’ll tell you where we’re going on the way.”

Lockwood hums and uses the hand with the elbow wrapped around yours to hold the umbrella up. He watches you purse your lips, and guesses right away that you have absolutely no idea where to go.

You confirm this when you finally say, “…I actually… hoped you might be able to choose?”

The laugh that spills out of him blooms first in his chest; hopelessly endeared by you and your antics. The rain splashes all about you but all he can hear is your beating hearts intertwined like a melody, the weather a fading instrument in the background. You giggle with him, and he falls in love with you all over again.

“Let’s head to the café then, I reckon neither of us have had breakfast, right?” You nod vigorously at the suggestion, beaming up at him in the way that makes his heart tumble and spin.

Rain showers down onto the pathways of gloomy London like a choir of splashes and splats; in the midst of the downpour a sole umbrella hides two people walking along the path. The melody they make is rather extraordinary in that it is not one intended to be anything but the sound of their hearts, laughter, and love meant to be heard by no one but them.

This, by far, is better than a good dream. This is a good day, and this good day has you.

A/N: Took a break from the series (plural) I’m working on to write this little drabble! Was rather enamoured by the idea, I think it’d be lovely to take someone out into the rain on a walk. Anyways! Thank you Anon for your request!! Very lovely <333

#portie writes fanfic #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood x you #lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x reader

[mirahuyooo]

Prompt 1 with joon? Throwback in the baby au hehehhe

001. “Can I come over?” + kim namjoon

— Namjoon’s baby now has an actual baby

word count: 1,338 contents: FLUFFY FLUFF, roMANCE, whoLESOME VIBES, established relationship (husband & wife), KIM NAMJOON as YOUR HUSBAND AAAAA, joon calling you baby ✋😩, Jimin & Tae being absolute menaces but they’re your absolute menaces, baby on the way! Y/N is planning a reveal soon uwu (Takes place before Baby) pairing: kim namjoon x reader

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A/N: ANON!!! I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGG I’m going through the last of my semester rn and I have to complete some requirements 👉😭👈  I’m back writing again tho!! I also assumed you meant the “Baby” imagine I wrote two years ago lmao I hope y’all like this one! 💖💗💕

The gold band now bound on your ring finger glints under the light of the side table lampshade. The sight of it elicits butterflies in your belly, along with a soft, giddy smile you had to bite back. 

Seven months have passed since you heard the hushed awes and soft piano music. 

Seven months have passed since you saw him waiting for you down the aisle.

Seven months have passed since you became Mrs Kim, wife to your other half. 

Married life with Kim Namjoon, you find, has paradoxically changed and didn't change a lot of things in your life. Love with him is still so consistently devoted and wholesome that you hardly felt any drastic change between the two of you, and yet your heart has never felt more secure, more safe, and more loved than ever before. 

“Joon, can I come over?”

“Of course, baby,” your husband gladly says on the other line. You can almost feel the warmth of his dimpled smile. "Let me know when you're here so I can come down and fetch you, hm?"

It was something of a habit that'll never die, you suppose—one of the many things that didn't and will never change. 

Like before, you would go to his studio if you had time to spare, and like before, you would bring along some food for the both of you to eat while he gives you a little insight on what he's working on. A hand of his habitually rests on your thigh, as the two of you chew on jajangmyeon while one of his latest works play faintly in the background and you both share thoughts. 

"I've been thinking of changing the bea—"

A ringtone sounds through the air, cutting  Namjoon's words short and soiling the serene atmosphere. You lift your head from his shoulder and anticipate what the call meant as he picks it up, especially when you know the ringtone is the one he has for work. 

"Hyung?" he says to what you assume is one of their producers. 

You don't understand much of the conversation aside from the somber expression that seizes your husband's face. Namjoon's brows are furrowed, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he digests the words of whoever was at the other end of the line, humming in agreement and responding once in a while. 

You have a feeling you already know what's going to happen next. 

The apologetic smile he flashes you mid conversation confirms your brewing thoughts, far before he ends the call. “I’m sorry, baby,” Namjoon begrudgingly sighs, tucking his phone away as he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment, not wanting to leave in spite of having to. “I have to go to a meeting about the album.”

As expected. 

Namjoon, ever an artist of his craft, still keeps most of his masterpieces under his sleeve until he’s satisfied with them, the two of you having made a tradition out of spending a night together at home to react to his work in full. (Mostly, the time is spent with you gushing and squealing over his songs while he sits beside you in a mess of bashful dimpled smiles and shy deep giggles.)

You press your lips where you could—the crook of his neck left a bit open by his loose-fitting sweatshirt. “It’s okay, Joonie,” you sweetly assure him, in spite of your crestfallen heart already sick with needy longing. “I’ll just hang around here, until you’re done.”

You two exit his studio, Namjoon taking his time walking on his way to the meeting when Jimin and Taehyung come to the hallway. Their eyes light up at the sight of you, wide grins as they skip towards you both.

“Noona! Hyung!”

Namjoon feels a bit better with leaving you, really, knowing well that the boys are great company until he’s done with his meeting. "I'll be back, baby," he smiles, lips pressing a tender kiss on your forehead before the two boys link either of your arms with theirs.  

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jimin huffs, light-heartedly rolling his eyes as he tugs you over to them. “We’ll be at the practice room when you need us!”

The two of them don’t wait for Namjoon’s response, pulling you along with them towards their practice room, where the faint thrum of music already reaches your ears. “Noona, I forget your name at this point, really,” Jimin is quick to tease, jokingly sighing and shaking his head. 

“How could you?” you dramatically gasp with a smack to his back, the young man only laughing in response.

Taehyung clearly agrees, poking at your side to join Jimin’s little teasing game. “He’s right though. Namjoon-hyung only ever calls you baby,” he muses, the two of them grinning like they heard the juiciest gossip in the building. “Heck, I have no doubt the baby will think that, too!”

In spite of the blush that sets your cheeks on fire, you merely scoff. "Don't be ridiculous," you say as you shush Taehyung, “and keep your voice down, will you?”

Though you and your husband certainly have your fun, Namjoon assured you he was in no rush to have children. His baby fever has waned in the recent years, but you hardly had any doubts your husband wouldn't step up to the responsibility of being a father, especially to you, whom he swore his forever to. 

The universe, knowing this well, saw it fit to give you its blessing to parenthood. Jimin and Taehyung were the first to know, having seen your pregnancy test results by accident before swearing to keep the news in secrecy and helping you plan the reveal.

Jimin gasps quietly as he realizes it. “Right,” he whispers, leaning in to scold Taehyung in a meager, secretive hiss. “We haven’t made plans for the reveal yet, remember?”

The man in question, too, gasps and covers his mouth, the three of you looking like idiots bunched in a circle together outside the practice rooms. “Oh, shit,” he curses under his breath, “sorry. I’m just excited to be an uncle.”

“Why would you be an uncle?”

It must’ve been ridiculous how your souls left your bodies for a moment, the three of you whipping your heads toward the familiar voice who caught wind of Taehyung’s excitement. Your husband stands, not far from you all, an eyebrow raised in confusion.  “Nothing, hyung,” Jimin—bless him—quickly pipes, covering the fact that their leader and his baby are going to have an actual baby. “What brings you here so soon?”

In Namjoon’s hands were your phone and a hard drive, which he must’ve retrieved from his studio for the meeting. He shows your phone to you, the screen displaying a notification from a missed call. “You left your phone on the table and it was ringing,” your husband says, “It’s from a Doctor Young? Are you still sick, baby?”

You thank the stars your husband doesn’t seem to realize what the call means. He must’ve not been able to answer it in time to know about the ultrasound sonogram you asked for your doctor to print out. “I’m fine,” you assure him as you take your phone, giving his cheek a kiss to further ease him. “I just went to Doctor Young for a check up last week, remember?”

Worry swims in his eyes as he looks at you, some doubt still lingering. If your doctor had to call you back, then there must be something wr—

A squeeze to his hand knocks him out of his stupor. “Trust me, Joon,” you smile up at him, before nodding to the hard drive disk that remained in his hold. “Besides, don’t you have a meeting to go to?”

Reminded of his agenda, Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “Oh shit, you’re right,” he gasps, looking at his own phone for the time. With a fleeting kiss stolen from your lips, your husband sprints off to another direction. “I’ll fetch you as soon as I’m done!”

God, you love that man.

#happy 4 years to me writing shit <3 #bts fluff scenarios #bts au #bts writing #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts drabble #bts scenarios #kim namjoon imagines #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon drabbles

[gerec]

Hello, I just want to say thank you so much because you’re one of the main reason I’m back into the Cherik hole again after 8 years :Đ (I’m still having a lovely time here). Also, would you mind if I ask you for some fic recs of 1. Alternative first meeting where Erik and Charles meet/flirt with each other at the bar and 2. Smut fics that included dirty talk about breeding/pregnant kink but no actual mpreg. I know it’s a lot but I hope you could help :Đ Thank you so so much for still being here!

Hello darling Anon! Sorry for the delay; it took a while for me to search for recs based on your criteria! I've got some good ones for their first meeting at a bar, but I was only able to think of/find one fic with dirty talk that didn't include mpreg (the other one is rule 63). Anyway I'm so glad you're giving Cherik another go around it's wonderful to rediscover an old love :D :D :D Hope you enjoy!!!

First Meeting at a bar (there aren't many canon verse fics I know of, but there are many great aus):

In Plain Sight by Lenore

As it happens, Charles does know how it feels to hide who he is. A stranger in a pub sees right through him.

Bloodbound by ikeracity

Finding himself strapped for cash at the start of his senior year, Erik decides to become a donor at TypO, a blood bar where vampires come to drink fresh blood from consenting donors, safely and legally. There, he catches the eye of Charles Xavier, vampire, telepath, professor at Columbia, and quite possibly the most alluring person Erik's ever met. Their first meeting sets into motion a bond much deeper than they can understand, one that neither of them had ever expected.

Hitting If Off by niniblack

Erik meets the perfect guy at the bar. Too bad Mr. Perfect is on a date with someone else...

Twinks, Daddies & Bears. Oh my! by Villain

Charles is fresh back from Oxford and new to the gay scene in New York. On his first night out at the clubs with his best friend Hank, he sees the Big Bad Wolf; otherwise known as Erik Lehnsherr.

Punk Rock Boy by Not_You

Charles goes to a punk gig for an anthropology paper, and things get crazy.

A Telepath Walks Into a Bar by ximeria

Erik hates it when drunk idiots interrupt his flirting.

United We Stand, Divided They Fall by ximeria

The prompt was "the only two people at a bar rooting for the same football team au". And that's more or less what it is.

99 bottles of beer on the wall by orphan_account

It's been years since the accident that paralyzed Charles, leaving him wheelchair-bound and shattering his carefree life of drinking, sex, and loose telepathy. Raven finally guilt's Charles into going to a bar with her, only to have them run into a rather unsavory Mutant and Disability fetishist.

And One For Yourself? (Let Me Take You Home?) by meh_guh

Charles has had it with academia. He's sick of Boston, sick of teaching Bio 101, sick of Nathaniel Essex's guerrilla campaign against his lab time. So of course, the only thing to do is to move back to NYC and open a bar. It'll be a lark.

And Tony's there! Scads of guilt-free, friendly sex is never to be frowned upon.

Of course, the bewitching lunatic behind the bar complicates matters, but Charles is hardly new at seduction. He'll win Erik over in a matter of weeks.

A month at the outside.

Really.

Baby, You're A Hit by mutanitys (chekov)

"How to not make it up to the cute professor you mistakenly punched at a bar" by Erik Lehnsherr.

(Erik still punches the wrong guy, but this time the hospital doesn't seem to be an option.)

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Fics with dirty talk about breeding/pregnant kink:

serendipity by intentation

Charles runs into his professor at a sex club. How can he possibly resist?

Perfection by LadyLustful

Charlotte Xavier didn't think she would be into being bred but here she is, getting off on hearing how she's perfect and will give Erik perfect babies.

#gerec rambles #fic rec #cherik #gerec's fic rec #alternate first meeting #dirty talk

[freeuselandonorris]

Top 5 famous people from history you'd like to fuck and why? Assume they are all able to time travel to now if required

ahh anon i am SO sorry, your ask came in alongside a few prompts i’m saving in my inbox and i’ve just found it again when i came to fill the prompt next to it! APOLOGIES ❤️ and tysm for asking!!

hmmmm okay. in no particular order:

1. brad pitt circa 1999 but specifically this look in fight club and also if he could actually be tyler durden rather than brad pitt that would be great thankssss

2. patti smith circa 1975. yeah i know she’s straight, let me live!!

3. the marquis de sade. dunno if he was a looker but he was into some freak shit, sooo

4. mel c circa 1996. y’know when you’re very young and you don’t really know what queerness is because you grew up under section 28 and you’re really obsessed with someone sporty even though you’re not sporty yourself and you don’t understand why but then you get older and realise you very much had a crush and it solidified your taste in women for the next 25 years? yeah, that.

5. lewis hamilton circa 2020. look i know this is four years ago and i have played very fast and loose with my interpretation of ‘history’ here, but LOOK AT HIM. jesus.

#even by my standards this post is chaotic #answered