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ilovejoo · 1 year

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habits they get from dating you; enhypen

word count: 1.5k warnings: n/a gn!reader a/n: like & reblog & follow for more; new blog here lol THANK U FOR READINGG

heeseung

always looking for you in a crowd to make sure you were doing okay, even if the situation doesn't call for worry

at parties, he can't help but scan the room to look for your familiar eyes. were you doing okay? were you having fun?

when performing while you're in the audience, he looks for your approval in the crowds while also ensuring that you were safe. was his singing as good as the singing he shows you at 3am on the living room couch? were you being trampled by his fans?

this type of habit that he developed is something he really can't help: though he trusts you to take care of yourself, he just wants the best for you.

subconsciously putting food on your plate before he takes his own

this can mean sneaking an extra choco pie into his pocket from a en-o-clock episode site or grilling the meat and placing it on your plate for you during kbbq nights. he grabs the first slice of pizza for you, reaches for the best piece of pie for you, and makes sure you have food to eat before he starts taking and shoving his own food into his mouth, even though everyone knows how much he values eating.

he saves the first, last, and best bites for you. if he knows you like a certain side dish, he'll move his onto your plate.

jay

making meals for two rather than one, or eight rather than the seven of his group

he got so used to cooking for you that even when you aren't there, he finds himself making a bigger meal than he used to out of habit.

two servings of ramen- damn, he only meant to make it for himself, but he added two on accident since two is the amount he makes every time.

whenever he's cooking, naturally he adds a few scoops extra of each ingredient without even thinking; caring for you and making sure you have food to eat is something he does subconsciously.

calling you "my" when talking to other people, as in "my baby," "my y/n," "my darling"

you overheard him talking to jungwon while referring to you as "my y/n," and you felt your heart skip a beat. "my y/n baked me a cupcake the other day!" or "my darling studied all night for their exam, i hope they aren't too tired."

the way you both know that he is yours and you are his is something that incorporated itself into his daily life and daily conversations.

jake

seeing you in every little thing, from the clouds in the sky to his eyes naturally spotting your favorite snack

his members are tired of hearing "oh y/n likes this!" "this looks like y/n!" "this reminds me of when y/n..." jake cannot get you out of his head, he is so down bad for you that every little thing reminds him of you.

somehow he will connect the color of a random car to the time when you went to the movies together and the commercial that played had the same shade of gray somewhere in it. romantic?

saying "i love you" literally every waking moment

when you wake up, in your sleepy eyes and messed up hair, he can't help but express the love he holds for you. seeing you shove a cupcake into your mouth: he's never seen anything more perfect in his life. you scored a 50% on your final exam: it's completely fine!

everything from your strengths to your flaws about you is so perfect, mesmerizing, lovable to him, and so he finds himself saying the words "i love you" every hour, every day. every time he feels grateful to have you in his life, he says a quick "love you," which is much more often than you would think.

sunghoon

playing with your fingers whenever you were next to him

like in iland where often he found himself fidgeting with the hand of the person next to him, your hand is always in his once he mustered the courage to grasp it the first time. rings, fingers, nails, anything on your hands becomes his personal fidget toy: all anxieties gone, all pressures relieved, everything perfectly fine. sometimes he will crack your knuckles, pinch your skin, earning a playful slap on his shoulder from you; the different ways he plays with your hands are endless.

asking questions like "did you sleep well?" or "was the food good?"

is this him being awkward and not knowing what to say to fill up silence, or is this him being a caring boyfriend? neither of you know, but you do know that he still genuinely wants to know in order to check up on you and make sure everything is good. his "did you like the chicken" translates to "i love you and i want everything to be just perfect in your life."

sunoo

attentively studying the hair stylists to learn how to do your hair when he gets back home

whenever his stylist tries something new on him, a different idol from another group, or one of his members and he finds himself particularly liking it, he studies it to the best of his ability to best replicate it when he sees you again. the way the straightener moves, the type of products to use: he memorizes it all.

he will see a certain style and think about how good it would look on you, and how he needs to see it on you asap, so learning from a real professional would be the best way to do it.

saving saturday nights for dates and building his schedule around it every week

"wait, saturday night? i can't, i have plans." he did not have plans.. yet. but! every saturday is saved for you, no matter what. therefore, on the way home, he picked up some face masks and candles for a self care night.

he finds himself saving every single saturday night just for you, no matter what may come up. he loves spending time with you, so having this time together means a lot to him.

jungwon

taking selfies everywhere to send mini updates of literally his entire life

you're his personal diary at this point, with the number of selfies and pictures he takes and sends to you. you thought he takes a lot of pictures for his fans? while that is true, he takes double the amount for you.

he makes up for all the time you guys are apart by updating you on things like his meals, practice ending, going to sleep, his member leaving his sock on his bed, etc. does it get too personal sometimes? yes, but you love it.

watching for your safety whether you are known for your clumsiness or not, his hands always ready to grab you

whether this means walking on the outer side of the sidewalk or hovering over you when you walk down the stairs, your safety is his priority.

when you bend down to grab something, he walks behind you so you feel safe, covered, and nobody bumps into you. when your head is dangerously close to the corner of a table, his hand gravitates between your head and the edge to prevent any potential injuries.

he can't bear to see you hurt or in pain, so he'll do his best for that not to happen.

niki

always sleeping with something by his side, and he can't sleep without the feeling of another presence right next to him

his members have been replaced by you at night sleeping next to him. twiddling with your hair as your eyes began to close, snuggling into that crook in your neck: all flows right into his nightly routine. after a while, he got too used to your warmth that whenever you are absent, he can't fall asleep.

this is where weighted stuffed animals, heated blankets, and such came into play; he really could not sleep without you, or at least a subpar replica of you.

dancing, singing, and trying to look his best whenever you're around to impress you and earn words of praise

"y/n look over here!" he'd do a quick but fancy dance move that he learned in the middle of your living room.

"wait, watch this." he'll play a video of him that heeseung took of him shooting a basketball into the hoop from afar.

"did you see our new performance? wasn't i just so cool in it?" he will say anything to hear praise coming from your lips: of course, he hears it all the time from his fans, but hearing it from you has a different meaning, so he makes sure to always look his best and impress you with all that he does.

he wants to look ultra cool and awesome in front of you, but can you blame him? he's just so in love with you.

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heartfullofleeches · 5 months

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Titus [Space Emperor Yan] and former Assassin Cat-Hybrid Darling. (Just a blurbo for now but I love these two now so I'd love to come back to this)

When the pair met, Darling thought Titus was no different from the rest of their targets. A self proclaimed god untouchable by those below him. Little did they know that their employers were basically setting them up on a suicide mention as the tyrant is a damn near immortal deity. As they perch atop his bed - knife planted in his chest, Darling counts their cards as a large hand locks around their wrist; pulling the blade out as one night remove a splinter. There was nowhere for them to run. The element of surprise had been swept from under their feet. They struggle and claw at the man, but there is no give to his iron grasp. As their brain draws to any conclusion a trapped animal may have, the knife in their hands is tossed across the room before they can take the final plunge.

The Emperor should have his little intruder punished. Waking a kind from his beauty rest is a serious offense. A crime in which the accused receives no trial and punished to the highest degree. Their eyelids removed so they never experience another second of slumber before their execution. There is also the more "amusing" route of electrocution or burning everytime they attempt to shut their eyes. Darling surely would have been subjected to this fate if they weren't so... So...

Precious~

Did this adorable little feline really think they could kill a god so easily? They insult him, but fortunately for them, they're cute enough for him to let it slide. The poor thing could use a bath though... And those scars.... When was the last time they had a proper meal? Oh, and those rags!

Titus scoops up the feisty kitty and thrusts them into the hands of his guards while he sorts through his closet for something to throw on until he can get them measured. Darling attempts to flee any chance they are alone, but with Titus promising to have the heads of everyone in the palace if they escaped - they never got far. Once they had some food in them and fully realized Titus wasn't bluffing when he called his home their new place of resident - Darling came up with a plan to lure Titus into false security and learn his witness to take him down when he least expected it. The only flaw in their plan was they underestimate their own commitment to the role as day by day their acceptance of the tyrant's obsession became less of an act.

They no longer had to work for their meals. Everything they could ever deserve was thrust placed right in their hands if they snuggled up to their new master or swished their tail just right in Union with those big adorable eyes. Their word stood above all in his counsel. They were waited on hand and foot by everyone under Titus' rulevIt was paradise. Their former comrades and the person they once were would be disgusted by what they've become, but if the former ever came to drag them back to their old ways they were swiftly cut down without so much as a passing glance from the royal that once stood beside them.

Titus is ever so glad he managed to bag that angry stray and turn them into the sweetest lil dear anyone has ever seen. He nearly loses his composure everytime he catches them lazying around in his robes - cloth barely clinging to their smaller figure. He knows they only do it to make sure he never says no to him, but there's hardly anything he would deny them beside their freedom. Whatever their heart longs for is a small prize to pay for their company. The Emperor is absolutely whipped for his little bedmate and would do anything to keep them collared at his side.

Assassin: You used to be something.... You could have lived a life similar to this without sacrificing your freedom if you had just taken his head. You are but a shell of the person I once knew. I despise you.

Cat Hybrid Reader: Hm... What you say might be true, but there's still something this life grants me that makes it all worth it

[Reader tears their shirt and knees on the floor closer to the cell as they shout]

Cat Hybrid Reader: Titus! Help!

Titus, storming down the dungeon stairwell: Oh, my precious angel. [Picks up Reader and checks them over for injuries] Don't worry, my love. I will have these awful, awful person executed at once. I'll have a necklace made from their ashes, but for now - will a massage and treats make do for leaving you all alone?

Cat Hybrid Reader, wiping fake tears from their eyes: yes....

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #male yandere #Titus my oc #tw yandere #yandere alien #yandere exophilia

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rerefundslocals · 1 year

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ADORE YOU [J.JK]

Summary: jungkook just wants to cook for you and love on you as a newly married couple.

>>pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader (she/her)

>>trope: established relationship

>>genre: fluff, fluff and fluff

>>word count: 917

>>warnings/tags: jungkook is just cheesy, mentions of jungkooks past with cooking(that one run bts ep), some tears of LOVE and Joy, short brief kisses, they're just vv cute :( lmk if I missed anything!

a/n - welll, uhm, I liked the live but damn bro at 4am? 😭 anyway, please enjoy this short piece of work, I'll be gone for a while. Please send feedback through reblogs or asks, it helps authors stay very motivated <333 {work is not proofread}

{Listen to 'Adore you' by Harry Styles as this is inspired by the song.}

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"You don't have to say,you love me

You don't have say nothing

You don't have to say ,you're mine

Honey, I'll walk through fire for you

Just let me Adore You."

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"You're gonna cook for me?"

"Of course. who else is gonna cook for my wifey?" Jungkook leans down at your figure sitting on the couch, placing a peck on your lips.

You both had just got back from your honeymoon and this is the first night in your shared home, and after a whole day of grocery shopping, Jungkook had decided to stand up and make a meal for you both.

You simply chuckle at his antics, deep down feeling a wave of worry as the last time Jungkook had cooked for you both, the food had stuck onto the plate.

"McDonald's can cook for us too, Kook and it'll be ready in no more than 30minutes." You suggest, hoping he would catch on.

But he doesn't.

"No, that's very unhealthy, we had nothing but unhealthy food during our honeymoon, so let's have something different. Hmm, Wifey?" He asks, head tilting to the side as he awaits your answer.

Looking at him draped in his White Nike shirt, that you suppose he got from Japan and his Grey Joggers ; you pout at him, hoping to persuade him.

Sighing you let out, "argh, fine. Promise you won't poison me?" As your response.

Fists meeting the air in victory and a funny walk that has him tilting to the side all the way to the kitchen, he let's out a strained response, "Don't worry, Princess! You're in good hands."

"Okay, My Prince Charming!" You shout back.

During the time that you scroll through the smart TV and your phone, it's clear to hear the tunes your Husband sings in the kitchen and it has you smiling from ear to ear.

What a beautiful voice he has. And he can sing to you all day and night, cause he adores you that much.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Jungkook hardly places the pot on the countertop, making you flinch at the sudden hit.

"Come, Princess!" He ushers.

You walk to the kitchen, dressed in something similar as him. Grey sweats and a oversized Prada shirt that belongs to Jungkook, while your hair is styled the way you like.

"Hmm, what's this, baby?" You question, peering at the meal in the pot.

He smiles at you, feeling proud and it had you feeling shy because of how he stares into your eyes when he explains.

"So, Princess. This is my famous Seaweed rice, with fried rice mix along with chicken breasts mixed in with sesame oil, soy sauce and gochujang. And that all for my Wifey." He finishes, lips meeting yours for a loving peck and when he pulls away, you almost want to dive right in for more.

Deciding to tease him, you walk closer to him, hands going around his neck, playing with the hair by his neck. In response his hands wrap around your waist as they rest above your ass.

"Am I the only one you've cooked this for? Just asking since it's so 'famous'."

"Yes, Baby. I used to eat this in college before I met your pretty ass." He responds coyly, Smirking at you, gaze never leaving your figure.

"Mhm okay, l-let's eat." You stutter.

You quickly let go of him, feeling hot all of a sudden as you grab a spoon to eat.

"Wait- let me show you how to eat it." Jungkook stops you, gently taking the spoon out of your hand.

He scoops some rice first and goes over to the pot, scooping his mix into it as well, and when he's done with that, he brings it up your lips, ushering you to open your mouth.

"Open, Princess."

You can't help but ask, "you sure this ain't poisoned, Mr Jeon?"

"Yes, Mrs Jeon. Now eat, you look very hungry, my angel." He chuckles.

You open your mouth to where the spoon can enter and he shoves the food into your mouth.

You chew it up, savoring the flavors, while Jungkook watches with doe desperate eyes waiting for your- preferably praises and compliments to his food.

Lowering the hand covering your mouth as you swallow, you dramatically wipe your hands, head nodding like a food critic.

"Its so good! Give me more." You burst into giggles as you watched Jungkooks eyes relax when you give him a compliment as loud as that.

He questions, "it's good, baby?"

You nod at him as you scoop the mix onto your rice, "soo good! Cook this for us everytime okay?"

Jungkook nods at you, making a cute noise with his mouth as he joins you, eating from the pot.

He feels very happy at this moment with his newlywed wife, in the kitchen eating from their newly purchased pots, in their newly purchased home that they worked very hard for.

"I adore you so much." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver from the baritone in his voice.

You shyly cower as you swallow the last bits of your food, "really?" You look up at the taller figure, staring deep into your eyes.

"Really. I love you so much, Mrs Jeon. Thank you for allowing me to be your husband."

"Aww, Kook. You're gonna make me cry- !I love you more." Tears build up at the corner of your eyes and you hide them by kissing Jungkook senseless.

It's not filled with tongue or the desire for sex, just filled with love and feelings.

Cause in this moment he just wants to adore you and you want to adore him too.

~♥︎~

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writinground2 · 7 months

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62, 70 with Alessia Russo please :)

62 - Did we meet?

70 - Let's have some fun

Good Paying Customer - Alessia Russo

“Ms. Russo,” the hostess slipped the blonde a slip of paper with a coy smile as the players made their way to their reserved room for a team dinner.

Alessia ignored the varying looks the girls gave her, shrugging off Beth shaking her shoulders smiling at her. She discreetly opened the note.

LET’S HAVE SOME FUN

She supressed her laugh when she saw the note scrawled in marker, the paper looking like it had been torn harshly from receipt paper.

“Get some digits Less?” Lotte tried to read over her shoulder while she shoved the note in her pocket.

The blonde just shoved her away as they continued to make their way through the restaurant. With the national team players leaving for the camp in a couple days, so Arsenal reserved the back room of a popular restaurant for a night of fun.

The room had a small separate bar with large tables spread out. They had a personalized menu for the players to choose from.

Players mingled, keeping the bartenders busy as they all enjoyed the night off, many well at tipsy by the time they were called to be seated and order their meals.

“Oi! Settle up so she can take your order!” Kim shouted at the loud players while the waitress attempted to take peoples orders.

The waitress smiled and thanked the captain for controlling the busy group. The players all remained silent while each politely spoke their orders.

“Oh, uhh, she knows what I want,” Alessia smiled to the waitress. Everyone gave her a confused looked, while the waitress just smirked and moved on.

The room erupted in noise as soon as the waitress left the room, several jumping up to the bar to top up their drinks.

“I’ve eaten here a few times,” Alessia shrugged while the players bombarded her with questions.

“This place is widely exclusive, no one gets a table here,” Leah protested.

“Yeah, you’ve never brought me here!” Lotte started to lean heavily into the blonde, speaking loudly into her ear, the cheap bar catching up to her.

Alessia ignored her, knowing they would all be distracted soon enough. Which was true, they all quickly moved on to something else.

The room quieted again while everyone’s meals were brought back in. Each quietly thanking the staff as dishes were placed in front of them.

Alessia felt a hand gently brush her shoulder while hers was placed in front of her, glancing up, she made eye contact with Y/N. The blonde quickly brought her hand up to grasp Y/N’s wrist before her hand was pulled away. They squeezed hands briefly before parting.

“Evening ladies, I’m Y/N, head chef and owner here. Thank you all for coming here tonight. Enjoy your meals, I’ll be out later to check in again,” Y/N smiled to the group, waving slightly before leaving.

“She looks super familiar,” Lotte watched her leave.

“And was very interested in little Lessi here,” Leah teased.

Alessia hid her blush, focusing on her plate in front of her.

“Hey! That wasn’t an option on the menu!” Lotte leaned over, attempting to pick food from the blondes’ plates.

Alessia used her fork to knock Lotte’s out of the way, “I told them she knew what I wanted.”

Lotte continued to try and stab at the food, eventually Alessia just shoved her away with a firm push to the shoulder, knocking the table and several drinks over in the process.

The two pushed their chairs out from the table to avoid getting wet as the liquids dripped off the edge of the table. Lotte shot her fork back over, spearing gnocchi off the blondes’ plate.

“Damn that’s good!”

They players around scowling in her direction, Alessia flushing under the attention.

The bartender rushed over with clothes and napkins, quickly wiping up the mess, before it got too big.

Alessia glared when Lotte scooped her plate up, beginning to eat it as her own. Huffing, she left the room to find a bathroom to clean the wine off her arms.

The striker returned a few minutes later in a much better mood. Y/N following not long after with a fresh plate of food. Gently squeezing her shoulder while she set it down.

“Oh, that looks good too!” Lotte started to lean towards Alessia’s plate.

“That won’t be necessary,” Y/N halted her, a waitress following behind, placing a similar plate in front of her.

Lotte danced happily in her seat, quickly taking a bite of her own plate, moaning at the flavour.

Y/N chuckled and left the room again.

Alessia slowly cut into her chicken, sighing as she chewed her new meal. She ignored the curious looks a few players were giving her.

“How was everything tonight ladies?” Y/N returned, folding her hands in front of her, smiling at the crowed.

There was a chorus of everyone agreeing the food was delicious. Lotte speaking loudly about how good her second supper was.

“How come Less got a special meal?”

“Oh, she’s a regular,” Y/N placed her hands on the blonde’s shoulder, winking down at her.

“Did we meet before?” Alessia teased, glancing over her shoulder. Y/N flicking her ear harmlessly in response.

Y/N was called away from another staff, apologizing quickly to group. Giving Alessia shoulder a squeeze, she winked and left the room.

“Lessi Lessi Lessi, I think you have some explaining to do,” Leah leaned back in her chair, smirking.

Alessia tore her eyes away from the door where she had been watching Y/N leave, “Y/N’s my wife.”

She winced, waiting for the backlash of her announcement.

The room was silent for seconds while everyone processed what she had said. Then it seemed everyone spoke at the same time, speaking over each other, shouting questions.

Alessia gave them time to react, biting her lip, trying not to laugh at some of the questions being thrown. She rolled her eyes when she heard Beth trying to say she already knew.

When they finally quieted down, she waited another second before speaking, “we got married a few months ago, after dating for a few years.”

She paused when Lotte started smacking her arm, she held her hand to stop her.

“How could you not tell me?” the brunette looked hurt now.

“We weren’t hiding it or anything. I talked about her all the time, you guys just didn’t figure it out,” she tried not to laugh at the pout Lotte gave her.

“I put in the transfer for Arsenal when she opened her new restaurant here. We’ve been doing long distance too long to waste any more time. It’s been great, this is the first time we’ve been able to live together. Not travelling constantly to see each other, or scheduling months in advance just for a weekend together.”

Y/N leaned against the doorframe, silently listening.

“Getting to be this close to her is amazing. I honestly am a regular here, I usually sit at the bar for dinner while Y/N finishes late. When it slows down, she’ll come eat with me sometimes.”

Leah smirked, spying Y/N watching from the doorway.

“What she means is, she’s taking a seat from good paying customers,” Y/N pushed off the wall and approached the room.

Alessia whipped around, smiling as her wife.

#woso imagine #alessia russo imagine #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader

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rosytintedlights · 20 days

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RZ!Michael Myers x Gender neutral Nurse!Reader

Summary: Reader pushes for Michael to have a lunch he’ll finish for once

Warnings: None, just fluff :)

700~ words

”Is it really so hard to just give him an extra scoop of mashed potatoes instead of the carrots? I mean, seriously, what’s the problem?” (Y/N)’s voice rang out, annoyed by the basic lack of caring among the kitchen staff. They really didn’t think it’d be so hard to switch out what was on the tray, especially since Michael’s meal ticket was just like everyone else’s. The whole point of having meal tickets was so that each patient would receive a meal that they could finish.

”If he can’t suck it up and eat the damn vegetables on the plate, then that’s not my problem! I’m not making exceptions just because that freak is a picky eater.”, the kitchen manager spoke with irritation, clearly not willing to budge on the matter. There was a heated glare shared between the two, only to be interrupted by Dr. Loomis before (Y/N) could get more personal with the argument.

“(Y/N), what’s taking so long on Michael’s food? You know we serve him first to get him out of the dining room quicker.” Dr. Loomis scolded. He turned his attention to the kitchen manager, asking what the hold up was. “Tell me, what is the problem? We are all well aware of what Michael gets like when he’s irritated.”

Piping up to defend Michael and themself, (Y/N) spoke bluntly to get to the point. “All I asked was why we couldn’t switch the mushy carrots that Michael always picks around for a second scoop of mashed potatoes. As a nurse, and especially as his nurse, I need him to start eating the whole tray of food. I really don’t see what the issue is, everyone would benefit. Michael gets a tray of food that he’ll actually eat all of, I get to chart 100% of the meal eaten, and we get him back to his room without a fuss.”

“Why should I make an exception for him when it wasn’t on the meal ticket to begin with? It’s not like he’s allergic to the shit! He shouldn’t be treated special just because he’s a picky eater.” The kitchen manager argued, still disagreeing with (Y/N). Sighing and ignoring the protests from the kitchen manager, Dr. Loomis gave the go ahead to change Michael’s meal. And with a satisfied grin, (Y/N) took his tray and headed to his table.

Michael was sitting alone as always, either glaring at people who got to close or simply staring at the table. His posture, though it had always been pretty terrible, looked especially tense today. Today had been one thing after another for him; Prodding from Dr. Loomis, multiple broken crayons and dry markers, a ripped mask, a new patient getting too bold with his personal space, (Y/N) busy with charting instead of sitting with him during free time, more prodding from Dr. Loomis. To put it bluntly, he was not happy. Without much choice but to behave, at least, unless he wanted to get his few privileges taken away, Michael balled his hands up while resting them on the table and he patiently but irritably waited for his food.

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar hand setting a tray down in front of him. Without glancing up from the table, he quickly assessed what was on it, already prepared to shovel in the pudding and eat around the carrots. But.. there were no carrots, or any mushy vegetables for that matter. In its place was extra mashed potatoes, and while not exactly the best mashed potatoes he’d ever had, were still far superior to bland carrots with no brown sugar to add to them.

“Do me a favor and eat the whole tray this time, otherwise you might not get this kind of privilege again.” (Y/N)’s voice broke him from his thoughts, and he turned his gaze toward them slightly. Silent as always, Michael showed his appreciation by simply eating the food like he was asked to, starting with the potatoes he’d been gifted instead of the chocolate pudding. When he finished, he was escorted back to his room. When lunch was over and everyone had been escorted back to their designated locations, (Y/N) stayed behind in the dining hall to help clean up. Starting with Michael’s table, a soft smile spread on their face at the sight of an empty tray.

-A/N-

Waaaaahh my first post! I know it’s a little short, but I’ll get better the more I write >:D I can’t wait to write more and get more scenarios out <3

#slashers #slashers x reader #michael myers #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #RZ Michael myers x reader

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wardenparker · 3 months

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Hurry Home

Frankie Morales x female reader x Santiago Garcia

Rating: E for Explicit 18+ Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Reader is described as wearing feminine clothing and having hair long enough to run fingers through. Fluff. Domesticity. Food/alcohol. Oral sex (m receiving), mention of shower sex. Summary: A small snapshot of an established poly relationship. Notes: There is no world in which I do not want to be in a poly marriage with Frankie and Pope. End of story. I hope you enjoy!

The light in the living room is still on when you come through the door; the smell of long-cooked chili wafting from the kitchen where unwashed dishes sit waiting for the morning. You drop your purse in its traditional place on the little table by the door and immediately reach down to pry the high heels off your aching feet. Too many damned meetings have fried your brain and left you craving a hot dinner and sweet cuddles. Thankfully, that delicious smell from the kitchen and the sound of Yellowstone on the television in the living room mean that Santiago is home. Alas, the gentle snoring means he has fallen asleep on the sofa.

Intent on not waking him up, you decide not to turn on the light and move soundlessly around the kitchen in your stockings and dress, glad to have rejected your heels at the door. Santi’s chili is your favourite comfort food. It’s spicy enough to clean out your sinuses but so complexly flavored that he completely betrays his years of culinary school every time he makes it. And he never minds that you scoop it up in half a bag’s worth of convenience store tortilla chips every time you need that next level comfort. Tonight, you pour absurd amounts of cheap tequila and margarita mix into a novelty pint glass and tap the microwave button to stop the heating cycle before it beeps too loudly across the apartment.

You reach blindly over to grab a spoon out of the drawer and have one plopped into your hand instead. “Jesus Christ!” You hiss, snatching your hand away and just barely managing not to drop the flatware.

The snickering giggle from your right isn’t Santi’s.

“Frankie!” You almost shriek, face splitting into an immediate smile and throwing your arms around his neck without a second lost.

“Shh! Shhhh, love.” Frankie wraps his arms tight around your waist, breathing in the faded strains of your expensive perfume. “Santi’s sleeping.”

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow?” You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, smiling against his skin. He’s already stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers from whatever he’d put on that morning and he looks good enough to eat. Damn the chili, Frankie is a whole three course meal in his own right.

“I rescheduled for an earlier flight.” It sounds almost confessional, the way he quietly whispers in your ear. “I missed you.”

“Mmm,” The hum comes up from the back of your throat. “We missed you, too.”

“Is that why you have the world’s largest and saddest margarita in that glass?” Frankie smirks, raising one eyebrow at the glass on the counter next to your bowl. That awful sugary bottled cocktail mix only sneaks its way into your home when Frankie is away. As a former bartender he finds it fully offensive, but he knows you like sticky sweet drinks.

“Give me a break,” you beg, pouting fiercely. This is why you were having such a big drink tonight – not only because of the day you’d had at work but to empty the bottle before his return. “I had four meetings today, I earned this sugary tequila.”

Frankie knows how hard you work, constantly proving yourself day-in and day-out in an office full of men where you are the best educated in the room but always last to get a new client. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m only teasing.” He plies you with a soft kiss, letting it deepen when you sigh to let him in. Your reunions are like this more often than not now, after almost a decade together. In the beginning you would be fucking against a wall within minutes of the door closing, so desperate to feel each other’s touch again after a business trip or other time away that you had ruined a fair few pieces of clothing in moments of enthusiasm.

Now you linger together and let yourselves melt into each other, usually ending up going to bed early with a bottle of wine. When Santi had become a part of your romantic lives, you had become oddly more domestic, but you all quietly agreed that that was due to age and not a loss of passion. In fact, the only odd thing about it was that it had taken so long. For as close as Frankie and Santi had always been, it had taken the three of you going camping for a long weekend for something to finally happen.

Soft became sensual becomes hungry, and proof of that passion shows itself in you shoving Frankie’s hips against the kitchen counter so you can drop to your knees in front of him in synchrony with his boxers hitting the tiled floor.

“Goddamn.” Frankie’s long, thick fingers flex insistently against the base of your skull, not scratching or pulling, but encouraging as he drinks in the sight of you in the glowing shadow of the flickering living room television.

You have only gotten more gorgeous as you’ve gotten older, growing from an adorable little imp to an elegant and confident woman who owns her curves instead of hiding them. He’s always loved your body in every form, but he loves even more the way you’ve come to love yourself. With that confidence in yourself had come even more confidence as a lover – and he is more than okay with that. He simply wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t show you the vocal appreciation he has for your skills with your tongue. “Fuck, baby girl,” he moans, humming so deeply that he practically purrs.

“You know he’s just going to keep taking more out of town jobs if this is how he gets greeted at home.” Santi’s sleep-thick voice joins the rather obscene sound of your mouth leaving Frankie’s cock and your eyes flick up to Santi with an amused glint.

“Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t give him the same hello?” You tease. These men always make you smile. And moan. They always make you moan.

“Of course not.” Santi’s hand goes to his chest in mock affront before he leans down to nip at your bottom lip. “I gave him a good fuck in the shower. Obviously.”

“And I’m the one who’s spoiling him?” On your knees with Frankie’s length in one hand, you reach for the waistband of Santi’s joggers with the other and feel your smile go lopsided as your eyes grow darker. “I’ll spoil both of you, then.”

“Didn’t mean to wake you up.” Frankie apologizes by pulling Santi in close, untangling one of his hands from your hair only to catch it up in the other man’s equally thick locks as they come together in a kiss. You’ll lavish them with attention here and then they will bring you to bed where they have space to work over every inch of you – the three of you falling asleep in a sweaty pile of satisfied partners.

When Santi had joined your family, you and Frankie had become a little more domestic. You had found the piece of your marriage that you hadn’t known was missing in a clever, loving third partner, and now you can’t imagine your lives without him.

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thesassypadawan · 2 months

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Broke The Internet...Again *part 1* (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: Just a silly, little drabble about the whole Empire photos being released. Just thought it would be fun to share.

Warnings: None, really. Just some playful banter and cuteness.

Notes: Hope you lovelies enjoy part 2! 😘

- “I’ll help dry in a minute. I’m checking something real quick.” You just finished with dinner and were finally able to look at your phone. It had been going off like crazy during the whole meal. Well, at least it did until you muted Lord Vader’s breathing.

- You hop up on the island, next to the sink. Thinking it was going to only be a bunch of spam emails or score updates for the hockey game or both.

- At first, you’re mildly surprised to see it was all notifications from your various social media apps. Then extremely surprised when you open one and begin to scroll. “Oh…ohh…OhHH?! What do we have here?!”

- “What is it, angel? Your team actually winning?” Hayden jokes; elbow deep in soapy water, a playful smirk on his face.

- “First off…rude,” you pout. Getting a hand full of the bubbles and throwing them at him. “Second…you remember that shoot you did for Empire? The one where you wore that really sexy black outfit I liked?”

- Returning the favor, he places a big glob on the tip of your nose. “I remember VERY well; we didn’t leave the bed for a whole day,” he says smugly, flashing you that damn panty dropping smiles. “So what about it?”

- You grin at him mischievously, legs swinging all giddily. “Weelll, apparently the pics were released today and…” You show him your screen. “Congrats, Hay, you went and broke the internet…again.”

- The look on his face as he sees all the posts, absolutely priceless. He’s always so cute and yummy when he’s embarrassed. “I…um…sorry?”

- “Don’t be! Proud of you, you big dork!” Leaning over, you place a kiss on his very red cheek and whisper in his ear. “In fact, why don’t you let me show you how much I am.”

- His eyes widen slightly, and he cocks an eyebrow at you. “Right now?”

- Biting your lip, you give him a small nod. “I’ll even put on my really sexy black outfit you like… You know, the lacey one.”

- That did it. Dropping the sponge into the water, he doesn’t even bother to dry his hands. Just scoops you up and starts to make a b-line for the bedroom.

- Letting out a small, excited squeak, you wrap your arms around his neck. ��What about the dishes?”

- "They’ll still be there in the morning or afternoon,” Hay chuckles. “Or maybe even tomorrow night.”

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen fanfiction #hayden christensen fluff #anakin skywalker #anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin fanfiction #anakin fluff #star wars #star wars prequels #star wars fanfiction #star wars fluff #fluff #fluffy fanfic

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kdogreads · 5 months

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Richie Jerimovich HCs that just have to come out of my brain include:

Mostly SFW but a pinch of steamy stuff bc of who I am as a person so MDNI 🤪🥵

He’s afraid to get married again

He thinks something about that paper and ring will make him slip back into his old ways and he’ll let you down just like he did Tiff. So you agreed early on that you wouldn’t get married.

Socially, you start using his last name after a couple of years. No one really questions you, either. Christmas cards are signed The Jerimovich Family; take out orders are usually placed under his last name; all of your socials have Jerimovich tacked on the end; when you inevitably have a baby or two, they take his last name and you use it too when they start school. Anyone who’s been around a while knows you aren’t married, but anyone new just assumed you are.

“Should you—do I call you my partner? Like, girlfriend sounds like we’re 16 or some shit. Maybe just my—my girl? Nah, that’s bad, too,” He stresses over the title, like it really matters all that much.

“Baby, it doesn’t matter to me,” You wrap your arms lovingly around his neck, “Pretty much everyone thinks I’m your wife anyway, so.”

“My pretty little pretend wife, huh? I like that.”

He wants more babies with you

Richie loves being a dad. He’s loved watching Eva thrive and every stage she grows into and out of, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the squishy baby phase.

He’s a sucker for the cute onesies that say silly things or big teddy bear costumes they can toddle around in. He’s so attentive and preset and it makes you swoon.

“Hey Richie, I, uh, I was thinking about asking you something,” You start hesitantly, not sure where his mind will be on this, “And it’s totally fine if you say no or not yet or—“

“Out with it. You’re scarin’ me, baby,” He gently presses his warm palms to your cheeks, “What’s going’ on?”

“Well, just—what do you think about having a baby?” You speak as clearly as you can.

“A baby?” You can’t read his face and it makes your heart race.

You simply nod, holding in your anxiety. Before you can react, Richie scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder.

“Richie! What are you doing?” You screech, playfully swatting at his toned back.

“I’m putting a baby in you right now, sweetheart,” He smacks your behind sharply.

You do talk it over a little bit before you really start trying, but it is entirely possible that Richie did put a baby in your just then.

He’s so much more romantic than you thought he’d be

He’ll get you flowers on a random Tuesday because “They made me think of you, baby.”

And surprise with a delicious homemade dinner when he is somehow able to get home before you.

Or taking you to a cool new spot on his rare night off, having been invited by a local friend to try their new menu. He’s the classic, sticky sweet date that opens your car door for you and helps you with your coat and pulls out your chair for you to sit. Swoon.

If you have a little one, he’ll happily wear them strapped to his chest while you wonder through Target or a farmer’s market or museum. Dad Richie is the gooiest sweet partner, comfortably calming a crying baby or keeping them entertained so you can eat your meal or talk to friends.

He compliments you on everything

Like when you do the laundry he’ll say, “Damn, baby! How do you always fold my shirts so perfect?”

Or when you clean the house while he’s at work, “You keep a beautiful home, sweetheart. Can’t believe you let a dog like me in here.”

He kinda likes traditional gender roles (like you cleaning and cooking while he’s at work), but only so that he can brag about how good you are to him. Someone will compliment his suit and he’ll say, “My girl keeps me well-dressed.”

Or posting a cozy picture of the two of you to his 36 Instagram followers with the caption, “Before she got here this place was just an apartment but now it’s our home. Love you baby! #bigfanofher”

He loves how comfortable you are with Eva

Dating when you’re a parent can be nerve-wracking, but Richie knew right away you’d be an amazing person to be around his baby. You’ve never treated her like a step-child, but loved her like your own from the moment you met.

He gets so emotional when he sees you interacting with her so sweetly, like when Eva needs help with homework or asks you to help her with her hair. He’s just obsessed with his girls 🥹

This man gives and gives

He’s such a giver in all aspects of his life: carrying in all the groceries, starting the coffee in the morning, brushing the snow off your car so you don’t have to.

As far as the sex goes, this man loves making you squirm and whine below him, buries his face in you whenever he can, and pulls orgasms out of you like there’s no tomorrow, leaving you a whining, whimpering mess by the time he’s done 🥵

Sweet Richie just loves loving you and giving you everything he can 🫶❤️

#richie jerimovich angst #richie jerimovich fluff #richie the bear #richie x reader #richie jerimovich smut #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #richard jerimovich #kdogreads

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 28 days

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Nightlife 20

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation, violence. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You flip the steak and listen to it sizzle. The recipe you found online, along with some tips for cooking the best roast potatoes to go with the sirloin. After the disastrous fitting, you just want to make it up to Lee, show him that he hadn’t wasted all that effort. You can be good to him.

The peppercorn sauce boils and you turn it down to a simmer, checking your laptop once more for the next step. You work through each bullet point until it’s all on the plate. You drizzle the sauce over the steak and garnish with a touch of parsley.

You take the plate and peek through the doorway to the front room. Lee sits watching TV with his back to you. You bring the plate to the small dining table and light the candle you put out earlier. You circle back around to the living room and rub your hands together nervously.

“Dinner’s ready… honey,” you eek out.

“Huh, ah, sweet thing,” he looks over as he points the remote at the TV and flicks it off, “smells good.”

“Mhmm,” you hum and back up as he stands.

He enters the dining room as you retreat to the other side of the table and watch him sit. He grabs the cutlery as he eyes the meal, “mm-mm-mm, you did all this?”

“Yes,” you smile shakily. “I hope it’s good.”

“I’m damn sure it is. Look at it,” he grins, “what about you, blossom, ain’t ya gonna eat with me?”

“Um, I’m not very hungry, sorry,” you twist your fist around your fingers. You actually forgot to make enough for yourself.

“Well, would ya at least sit?”

“Yes, sir,” you diligently pull out the chair and lower yourself onto the seat.

“You’re too sweet, you know that?” He praises and you beam a little bright. The weight slowly lifts from your shoulders. Even after what you did in the car, he was still tense.

He cuts into the steak as you watch. You anxiously fixate on his knife and fork. He puts the triangle of medium rare beef in his mouth and groans. He scoops up some of the potatoes and tastes those too.

“Delicious,” he says through a mouthful then swallows, “now why you so worried about not being a good wife, hm? You doing just fine and ya know, blossom, I don’t feel right you actin’ like a wife and not bein’ my wife.”

“I’m sorry,” you pout.

“Don’t you give me them eyes. You’re as bad as the cat,” he reproaches.

You nod and look down, “well, er, I was looking online, when I found the recipe, and…” you look up at him from beneath your lashes, “I saw some vintage dress I liked better than the ones in the shop.”

“You did?” He sounds genuinely surprised, “now, honey, that’s great.”

“Really?”

“Aw, you know, I only wanted to see you tryin’. To know that you want this too. That you want me,” he lowers the cutlery, framing his plate with fork and knife, “I’m not unaware. I’m older, I got a bit extra, but I wanna be good to you.”

You look away shyly, “you are…”

“Well, then, you get your computer and show me these dresses,” he goads playfully.

“I’ll let you finish.”

“I can eat and look, darlin’,” he insists.

“Okay,” you say sheepishly and stand.

You flit out to the kitchen and grab your laptop. You sit in the chair closer to him as you open it up and go back in your history. You bring up the first page, your favourite. The dress has a ruffle around the shoulders and several more tiered around the skirt. It’s simple but nice.

He tilts his head as he chews. He pokes his fork towards the screen, “I like it. It would look real… sexy.”

“Lee,” you nearly squeal.

“What?” He grins at you, “blossom, you know you’re sexy, don’t you?”

“Stop,” you close the laptop and touch your hot cheeks.

“Of course you know, you seen what you do to me,” he growls, “and you cooking me steak, mm-mm, now that’s dangerous.”

You giggle and push your shoulders up. You rock in the chair bashfully as you clasp your hands. He takes another bite and gulps.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” He asks.

You peek at him again. Your eyes round as your mouth falls open. You wet your lips, “y-yes, I… I do.”

“Really? Don’t sound like it,” he squints.

“No, I do, I just… didn’t expect you to ask,” you teethe your lip, “I… think you’re sexy, honey.”

“Yeah? You don’t wish I was younger?” He wonders.

You shake your head. You really never thought of it. You didn’t have anything to compare him too. You never really looked at boys like that. You were always too skittish. And what would your dad think?

“Don’t wish I was slimmer? More toned?” He challenges.

“No, sir,” you frown, “why– do you wish I was prettier?”

He chortles, dropping the cutlery, “now don’t you be silly. I don’t know any other girls that are prettier than my blossom.”

“Lee,” you fidget.

“Do you think I’m lying?”

“Uh, no, I just… I’m nothing special.”

“You’re everything special. You’re my world, sweet thing,” he purrs, “do I need to prove it to you?”

You sniff and shake your head, “no, no,” you look at his plate, “please, I believe you. Please, finish your dinner.”

He sits back and peers down at his uneaten steak, “course, don’t want it to go to waste. You take such good care of me.”

“I’m trying,” you say.

“Mm,” he picks up the fork and knife again, “well, what’s for dessert?”

You flinch and the glow fades from your eyes, “I didn’t…”

“Sweetheart,” his timbre deepens, “I don’t mean food.” You stare at him, wide eyed, and he winks, “why don’t you go put on something pretty?” He licks his lips and jabs his fork into the sirloin, “then I’ll come eat you up.”

You gasp and fold your hands over your chest. He pops another morsel into his mouth and growls. You’re on fire with his suggestion.

“I’m not playing, sugar,” he saws at the steak, “I’m gonna eat you whole…” his lip curls as he speaks, “so you go on, get yourself all warmed up.”

You part your hands and nod, standing rigidly as you tingle. You’re just happy he’s not mad anymore. You twiddle your fingers and step close, bending to kiss his forehead, “yes, sir.”

“Mmmm,” he hums, “steak’s good, but I know you taste even better.”

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #drabble #nightlife #series #au #the club #the devil all the time

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whateveryouiguess · 3 months

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let me in.| roommate! eddie munson x reader

warnings: angst to fluff, not that serious tho, reader is sad and eddie tweaks bc he’s in love w her lol. no use of y/n, reader is described as wearing a bonnet to sleep. takes place in modern day :)

a/n: heyyy remember when i started this blog five months ago lmao. anyway. college is hard gimme a break. this wasn’t requested but i think it’s Neat. enjoy!

eddie can’t fuckin cook.

he can work the shit out of a hungry man and boxed macaroni but a genuine, effort-given, home cooked meal? forget about it. this lack of talent hasn’t ever bothered him though, he’s not a particularly picky guy (being dirt poor you learn to just eat what’s in front of you till you get full) so his ineptitude hasn’t created much of a hindrance. until now.

she’s not much into sharing her emotions; she’s always there with open arms when eddie falls apart, but she’s never asked for it in return. instead, she resorts to sulking in her bedroom and waiting till eddie’s left the common area to utilize the space. eddie is a grade a eavesdropper, and he wouldn’t put himself above listening through the wall to check on her when he’s especially worried. he gives her the space she knows he wants, doesn’t pry, but when he stays in the living room all day and doesn’t hear her come out of her room once, not even to eat, he knows it’s time to warp some boundaries.

“soup and self care,” she once described her catch-all sadness remedy. she’s used it on him more times than he can count and he knows for certain that it works like a charm (when accompanied by a tight hug over the shoulders and a warm kiss on the cheek, that is. she never misses.)

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an hour and a half into fucking up a tomato bisque, eddie considers throwing in the towel and just ordering panera, but he worries the sentiment won’t ring true enough if it’s not from scratch. he groans loudly and drops the still warm pot of a soup homage into the sink, wiping the sweat off his brow with the black handkerchief ever tucked into his back pocket. defeated, he slumps against the marble countertop and heaves a big sigh, eyes trained on the closed, sticker decorated door directly across from the kitchen.

it’s just my period.

his poor girl.

i’m being dramatic.

she was so damn strong.

don’t worry about me.

he would give her the world. he had to.

“fuck it.”

ed slides towards her bedroom door, knocking gently. he hears her clear her throat and reinject the pep into her voice as she calls out a strained “yeah?”

“can i come in?”

“i-“ he hears shuffling, her voice gets closer to the door. “what’s up?” the shakiness in her voice makes his palms tingle and his cheeks burn. he’s hurting for her, and she won’t tell him why.

“sweetheart, please let me in. i know you’re not okay and i-i don’t wanna pry, or make you uncomfortable, y’know, i respect your boundaries and all that, but i…” the words leave him as his hand slumps over the brass knob of her door. “i can’t let you sulk anymore, kid.” his throat aches under the weight of the words that leave his lips. he doesn’t realize how heavy they are until he lets them go. “please.” with a quiet sniffle and a slow turn of the knob, eddie’s made privy to the pitch black mess of her room. she’s back in bed as soon as the door is open. tip toeing around her discarded bra and work clothes, a textbook and her open laptop, he crawls into bed beside her, leaving just enough space for her to roll over and cuddle into him. he craves her surrender, but he wants her to do so willingly. his shoulders feel hollow without the acupressure of her arms around him, he wants nothing more than to scoop her up and cradle her like she does him, but he’d rather be a gorgons lunch before pushing her beyond her limits. so, he settles on resting a hand between her shoulder blades and toying with the little curls at the nape of her neck, picking at the fairy knots and brushing them back under her bonnet when he’s done with them.

“i don’t wanna talk.” she huffs, as if he’d said anything to refute her. he just nods silently and rubs her back, smiling she presses herself up against him shyly.

“tomato bisque or french onion?” she coughs a little and sits up, squinting at him. the pale moonlight bleeding from the window and the blue cast of the doordash order screen on his phone lights him up like a freshwater pearl as he smiles at her confusion. “i’m getting panera, do you want tomato or french onion soup with your grilled cheese?” the scrunch in her nose scares him for a second, until she rolls over onto her other side and curls into his chest. the white flag has risen. his arms are quick to find her waist and shoulders holding her tight, tight, tight, to him. a slow, heated kiss to her temple is the nail in the coffin, and he’s sure he can coax her into a face mask or a back rub later on to complete the usual routine.

homemade or not, he was gonna get his girl some soup. he would get her the world.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #modern!eddie munson

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hongjoongscafe · 1 year

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okay, so for the bitch hours... "pussy drunk" Seonghwa overestimulating the hell out of a chubby(I just had to) reader but with a twist.. he's eating her out right after they fucked so not only the overestimulation is more intense but he also gets to eat out his own cum out of her(which let's say is a newfound kink of his)👀 and if you could add face sitting and squirting to that - I love you girl🫶

anything else is up to you!

oh and if you could add a little segment where he reassures her that she's not too heavy or some sort of that shi, I'd love it even more👉👈 (I just need that comfort, ok?? 😭)

I want you to not be this insecure, love. You were, are, and always will be gorgeous and beautiful and sexy 😘💓. I love you too🫂💓 and No matter what, you all are slaying, okay?💓

One more time

Bitch hours

Pairing: seonghwaxreader

Warning: face sitting, cum eating, cumming inside, unprotected sex, insecure reader, chubby reader.

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“I’m cumming,” Seonghwa groaned, his pace getting sloppy and harder. In a few seconds, he was cumming inside you. Releasing thick and long ropes of cum in your throbbing pussy, painting it all pretty.

The moment his hot cum started filling you up, your pussy clenched and came one his cock without any warning the second time after he made you cream his cock the first time not so long ago.

He was panting over you, his hands caging you under him. His sweaty face was glowing and was flushed. You looked so beautiful under him.

Your cute chubby cheeks were rosy red from the heat of the moment, your eyes were shining. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

Seonghwa chuckled and lowered his head and joined your forehead with his. “Damn, girl. You make my cock dance everytime I lay my eyes on you… do you feel it twitch in need? Sweetheart,” his hand travelled south, between your sweaty bodied, touched your clit and tapped it, “this, this fucking belongs to me. Only I can cum in it, oky?”

“Mmmm,” your eyes rolled back when his fingers moved in tight circles on your clit. “Yeahhh,” you whispered.

He smiled and pecked your lips gently, multiple times. There was no need to tell anyone, just a glance was enough to know how much he was in love with you. They knew he worshiped and loved you the most.

Your hands caressed his back, slightly scratching it, making him humm in satisfaction.

Seonghwa towered over you again and pulled his cock out of you. He sat there, holding your legs apart and seeing his cum oozing out of your hole. A wicked smirk made its way on his pretty face.

Your legs were in the air, on his shoulders in a snap of fingers. He parted your pussy lips and looked deeply at your cunt leaking his cum. He moved his head further, his nose was touching your clit and then he licked a long stripe, licked his cum off of your cunt.

You gasped and eyes rolled back into your head. Something about him licking his cum out of your pussy was so exotic and made you throb for him again. “Fuuuuck,” you moaned and raised your hips for more of his tongue.

He devoured your pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue lapped your pussy good. His tongue entered your hole and started licking sucking out all of his cum out of you in his mouth. He found his cum mixed with your cum and slick too delicious to leave it behind.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it. Your moans intensified and his humming got louder the more he sucked and licked. He left your clit with a pop sound.

You looked down at him, his chin wet with cum and slick. His eyes looked lust driven and needy. Needy for your cunt and cum. You felt his fingers poking your hole.

He entered his middle and ring fingers into your hot and waiting cunt, filling it up. His long fingers scooped out all the cum and smeared it over your pussy. He then tongued it all up. Tongue flat on your pussy lips, devouring the last drop.

He got back to work on your clit with his tongue and lips and filled your empty cunt with fingers again. He moved his head left and right, adding too much pleasure for your sensitive pussy, his fingers working furiously inside you, brushing all the right spots.

Your breath heaved and pussy clenched around his long digits. When Seonghwa sucked your clit while nibbling at it, you came on his fingers and captured his head between your legs.

Your pussy was feeling too sensitive but Seonghwa wasn’t looking done just yet because immediately after, he laid down and asked–

“Get on my face, quick.”

Your eyes widened and you sat up, looking at him as if he asked you to fuck an alien.

“What?” he asked, oblivious to your thoughts, “get on my face, babe. Wanna fucking eat that mouthwatering cunt of yours,” he almost moaned thinking about your pretty pussy sitting on his face. He loved how nice and chubby you looked with him and on him. Although, he was aware of your fears. It made sense to you, but him? He thought that you were just insecure because of the bullshit standards people had set up. For him, you were his angel, lover, and possibly his future. He wanted you in his future.

Seonghwa’s eyes softened and looked into your worried ones. He smiled and sat up in front of you, cupping your face with both of his hands, he said, “baby, look at me… Empty your head and don't worry about anything for a moment. Give it a shot!”

“You don’t understand, Hwa. I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, eyes looking watery.

“Listen to me and get on me. You won’t hurt me,” he pecked your lips. “I’m a man, not a boy… Now come on, I know you can come once more,” he said while tracing your stretch marks with his fingers with love shining in his eyes. “These are the things that make you YOU. Don't hide them,” he whispered the last line and kissed your forehead.

He the laid down and gestured to you to get on him.

Listening to him, you quickly hovered over his face. Your pussy right above his face. He could feel the heat of your cunt. It was all beaten up and swollen from previous orgasms.

Seonghwa guided you to sit on his face slowly and then you felt his lips on your cunt, leaving sloppy kisses and you shuddered because of overstimulation. You whined but followed his lead.

By now, his face was stuffed with you. He guided your hips to rub against his tongue and lips. His nose was perfectly giving all the attention to your clit and mouth on your hole, sucking all of your juices.

You moaned over him and clutched his hair and rode his face. His humming was making your pussy clenched around his tongue. “More,” you whined.

He squeezed your thick ass and gave it a nice spank on it. Your back arched and your toes curled. His long tongue was working so well on your cunt.

He brought his thumb over your clit and rubbed harsh patterns on it, making you jump at sensitivity. Your hips moved around but soon his hand tightly held you down while another worked on your clit.

Then you felt something pouring out of your cunt with a force. Squirting. You were squirting on his face.

Instead of stopping, Seonghwa flipped you and now he was on the top.

His fingers thrust inside your cunt and his lips were sucking your clit. Your squirt wasn't stopping. It was like a broken faucet. Seonghwa didn't let it go to waste, he drank it all up. He pulled his face back and rubbed his palm on your pussy making it squirt harder and all around you. Your thighs were shaking from the fourth climax. His body was drenched with your squirt.

He smirked, “fuck, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “you have no clue what have gotten yourself into,” he hovered over you. “You are going to squirt for me one more time like the good girl you are.”

His intimidating looks made you nod your head as a yes.

“That's my good girl.”

.....

#seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez smut #ateez #ateez seonghwa smut

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pinkanonwrites · 1 year

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Stargazers, New and Old

Another Vash fic! Forgive me, TWST Fans, I’m so deep in the paint on this guy it isn’t even funny.

Vash the Stampede/Reader, +3,000 Words, GN!Reader, Mutual Pining, Cuddling, Stargazing

Through your shared time as drifters, you and Vash had spent plenty of time together beneath the stars.

Granted, it was usually from the roof of whatever cheap hotel the two of you were staying at for the night, tearing into snacks and idly chatting about whatever Vash had or hadn’t accidentally managed to blow up that day. There’d even be a celebration sometimes, if things went right! Townsfolk would spill into the street, drinking and dancing and celebrating another one of Vash’s many perfectly timed victories as they piled your table high with heaped praise and overflowing mugs of alcohol. As hectic as they could end up being, you often got plenty of enjoyment out of the fuss, watching Vash stumble around sheepish and drunk as his praises were sung up to the starry evening sky.

But if you honestly had to choose? You’d say you enjoyed nights like these much better.

Sometimes Gunsmoke’s two suns would sink deep into the horizon and the two of you would find yourselves between towns, lost to the sands of the evening desert. Not too often, really. Usually Vash was quick to make sure you had at least the basic amenities readily nearby: food, running water, a creaky old motel mattress that was only barely better than sleeping on the floor. He was fine going without them for an evening or two, but he hated to put you out in any way. But sometimes you’d get stopped up along the way, or have to stealth around a bandit camp, or get distracted watching wild Thomases scamper up and down the sandy hillsides, and end up somewhere in the empty desert, iles from the nearest town.

Luckily both of you were prepared for this kind of thing at this point, Vash even proudly showing off some of his little “survival trinkets” he’d scooped up before meeting you, like a miniature campfire set that packed away into a pocket-sized tin.

“Ta-da!” And that was where the two of you found yourselves now, tucked around the fire at the base of a large dune, Vash presenting you with a metal camping mug full of instant noodles with all the pride and bravado of a chef presenting a five-course meal. “Your majesty, may I present…. Dinner!”

"Why thank you, chef." You took the mug with both hands, letting the warm metal soothe the calluses on your palms. As Vash prepared himself a mug you cracked him a sly smile. "Or are you more my court jester?"

"What, was 'knight in shining armor' already taken?" He chuckled, cupping his own mug in his gloved palms and sipping carefully. "YEOWCH! Still pretty hot! Be careful, m'kay?"

"I will." You blew on your own cup of broth before sipping it. Shuffling over a bit, you let yourself lean heavily into Vash’s side, leeching his excess body heat. A single glance up showed the rosy-red blush that began to creep across his face at the contact, but you chose not to comment on it. “It’s really amazing how cold the desert can get during the night.”

“It’s actually because there’s no humidity. Without the water in the air to hold the heat, it cools off a lot faster.” Vash took another slow slurp of his noodles, staring out over the vast landscape beyond your tiny fire. “Deathly hot in the daytime, dangerously cold in the night… It’s a really formidable place.” A familiar, distant expression overtook Vash’s face at that. He did his best to hide it from you but you’d long since caught on to it, those moments where his walls faltered and you could damn near watch in real time as the melancholy of a man who had seen far too much began to creep in along the edges.

“And yet, here we are.” You simply responded, gesturing to the small campfire with your mug before holding it up to Vash. You never really felt like you could offer him much in these moments, simple placations and apologies feeling far too hollow. But at the very least, you could offer this. “Cheers to surviving? Despite everything?”

He chuckled, low, soft, and tired, bringing his cup up to yours to clink the metal rims together. “Despite everything.”

You let your head thump gently against Vash’s shoulder, the two of you absorbing the cool silence of the desert night. There was little need for words between sips of noodles and broth; the silence with Vash never crept into uncomfortable. As the fire and your supper dwindled in unison the sky inched ever further towards utter blackness. With no towns within a good dozen or so iles in any direction the deep velveteen shades of space were even more apparent than usual, long strips of indigo and blue speckled with pinpoints of distant light.

“All done?” Vash finally spoke up, taking your empty mug from your outstretched hand. “I’ll take care of these if you want to get the sleeping bags ready.”

“Sure.”

The first few times you had slept out beneath the stars, you were adamant about having your sleeping bag a reasonable distance away from Vash’s. ‘Personal space,’ you insisted, even as he joked that you’d be too wooed by his natural charms if you slept any closer. But over time you just couldn’t help yourself. Getting to know Vash, to really know him, seemed to go hand in hand with your own sleeping bag drifting ever so slightly closer and closer to his with each passing night. Now you barely even blinked as you rolled the two of them out, side by side.

With a belly full of warm food and the promise of a cozy place to sleep ahead, the exhaustion seemed to wash over you in a sudden, leaden wave. You barely had the energy to kick your shoes off, shuffling yourself awkwardly into the bag until it was pulled nearly up to your chin. When Vash turned back around from putting your mugs away he barked out a short, surprised laugh.

“Comfy in there?”

You nodded, biting back a yawn as your eyelids fluttered. You watched through bleary lashes as Vash put the cap over the top of the pocket bonfire, snuffing the flame with a soft hiss and plunging his silhouette into moonlight. You could catch the vague shimmer off of his glasses lenses, the glint on the pauldron of his prosthetic arm, and the barest hint of a soft smile by the light of the five moons.

“I’ll finish cleaning up, why don’t you get some sleep?”

You nodded again, humming softly as you let your eyes slip fully shut and melted into the darkness behind your eyelids. “Mhm… Thank you, Vash.”

You swore that as the comfortable fuzz of sleep crept further into the edges of your mind, you felt a warm, metallic hand pat you gently atop your head.

And then, blackness.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You normally slept incredibly well with Vash by your side, safe in the knowledge that whatever may happen, he’d be there to protect you.

Which is why it came as a bit of a shock to you when you jerked suddenly awake, the fog of some already-fading nightmare seeping away from your consciousness. Even as you struggled to recall it the details continued to slip away, flashes of smoke and gunmetal and blond hair streaked with clumped, drying blood all that remained on the peripheries of your subconscious. It left you as most nightmares do, feeling hollow and distinctly paranoid.

The chill in the air certainly didn’t help either. Even within the plush confines of your sleeping bag you could feel the cold cutting through, leaving your entire body tense and shivery, muscles aching. You certainly wouldn’t be getting back to sleep any time soon.

But just as you saw fit to roll over and curse your bad luck, you noticed Vash. He was sat upright, leaning back on the heels of his palms, sleeping bag pooled around his waist as he tipped his head up towards the night sky. His face was lit in profile by cool, white moonlight, and without his familiar tinted lenses on you could see the reflection of a thousand little stars in his aqua-colored eyes. A look of incredible serenity was upon his face. You almost hated to disturb it.

But at some point he must have felt your eyes trained upon him, because he turned his attention to you, and that distant, moony gaze seemed to focus into something soft and concerned.

“What are you still doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You sat up and immediately regretted it, the frosty wind cutting straight through your thin, linen shirt. “Aren’t we getting up early tomorrow to beat the heat?”

“Yeah… Guess I just couldn’t sleep, is all.”

“Me neither.”

You fell silent again, following Vash’s gaze as it trailed back up towards the marbled sky. Shivering, you tucked your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them as your eyes flit back and forth across those tiny, oh so distant specks of light. It was hard to even imagine that each one was just like one of your two suns, even harder to imagine that somewhere out there is where humans originally came from. Was Earth somewhere in this milky spiral of stars? Could you find it, one day, if you really looked hard enough? Or was it already too far gone, too distant or dim or lost to the hubris of the people who came long before you? You supposed you’d never really know for sure.

“Do you know any constellations?”

You startled a bit when Vash broke the silence, and just barely in the moonlight you could see him put up his hands as a sort of ‘Sorry!’ gesture. He’d had time to adjust to the dark, so maybe he could see you better than you could see him.

“Not really.” You replied. “I know what some of them are called but I could never figure out how you were supposed to find them.”

“Want me to show you? It’s really not that hard, if you know what to look for.”

You nodded, scooting your sleeping bag as close to Vash as you could get. He wrapped his right arm around you and rested his chin on your shoulder, reaching up towards the sky with his prosthetic. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, thrumming like an old yet sturdy machine. He outstretched a single finger, a thin glow of blue-green energy pulsing beneath the metal as he pointed.

“See that bright one, right there?” His voice was barely above a murmur, hesitant to break the silence of the vast desert. “Follow my arm, it’s gonna be just at the tip of my finger.”

“I…Think so? Is it just to the left of that kinda red one?”

“There you go! That’s the main point of Luridae, the Scorpion. It’s supposed to be the tip of the tail. If you draw a line to the one right below it, then the one below that, you follow the trail and make like, an upside-down hook shape. Seven stars.”

“But how is that supposed to be a scorpion?”

“You’ve gotta use your imagination!” He laughed at your furrowed brow, moving his hand a bit further to the right and up. “If you can find Luridae you can find Sula, the Spear. That’s an easy one, it’s those five stars in a straight line, see? It points right towards the tail.”

You squinted, trying your best to follow Vash’s instructions. Sure enough, just up and to the right of that bright star was a line of five, neat in a row like someone had sketched them up there.

“I see it! It’s right there, right?” You brought your arm up right next to Vash’s, sides of your arms touching all the way up to your palms as you traced the line in the sky with your fingertip. Even the metal of his prosthetic was unnaturally warm, just enough to be comfortable, like it was still holding its heat from the evening sun.

“Yeah, you got it!” His cheek was nearly pressed to yours, and you could feel him smile at your success. The excitement was infectious, leaving you feeling floaty and light despite your exhaustion. “Wanna try a few more?”

“Sure! What about up here?” You tipped your head all the way back, staring straight up into the night sky, only to wince at the sharp twang of pain you felt in the back of your neck. “Ow.”

“You okay?” Vash’s face filled your vision, expression soft with concern. You just shrugged, rolling your shoulder and pressing your fingertips into the tense muscle.

“I’m fine, just tweaked my neck a little. The cold just makes all my muscles kind of achey."

Vash's hand rested on the side of your arm, almost hot to the touch against your chilled skin. How could he possibly run so warm? You wanted to melt into nothing more than a little ball curled up in the palm of his hand, dozing in the pleasant warmth it provided. Meanwhile his eyebrows had flown up his forehead, blinking incredulously at you.

"You're freezing! Why didn't you say anything?"

"I dunno! I didn't wanna bother you? Besides, I didn't notice until I woke up, anyway!"

He frowned at you, unconsciously jutting out his lower lip in an adorable pout that made your heart stammer in your chest. He made a lot of faces like this, smug little smiles after a trick shot or delighted beaming grins over dinner, even those soft, bittersweet little expressions he'd shoot your way when he thought you weren't looking; faces that made you want to just throw caution to the wind and lean in and kiss him until you both ran hot and breathless.

But you couldn't. Vash liked to joke about how fearless you were, unafraid of tailing after the Humanoid Typhoon through each town and city he blew through, but you weren't that brave. Not enough to risk the possible rejection of the person you cherished most in the world, even if he was under the impression he was doing it for your benefit. No, you were nowhere near that brave. Not yet.

"Maybe you'll just have to share with me then, if you want to keep warm!~"

"Can I?"

You both stiffened, neither of you expecting your response to actually come out of your mouth. Vash was clearly trying to tease you, you could see that now by the wide eyes and startled red fluster on his cheeks, but you'd been so deep in your own thoughts you hadn't even registered it properly until the words were already out of your mouth. You clammed up quickly, the back of your neck feeling hot and prickly as you cupped your hands over it and turned jerkily away from him.

"Ah! Sorry, I didn't- I wasn't really thinking I was just- You know I should have known you were just joking, so… so let's just go back to sleep. Sorry. This is weird… sorry."

You'd definitely said sorry way too many times. And he'd definitely noticed. But maybe he'd actually cut you some slack for once and not point out how effectively you'd just humiliated yourself in front of him. Or maybe you could just roll yourself up in your sleeping bag like a pill bug and in the morning you'd forget this entire exchange even happened.

"...Do you really want to?" He mumbled, warm fingertips resting on your upper arm again and sending a shiver down the length of your spine. He didn't pull away even when you flinched at the contact, voice staying hesitant, small, almost like he was trying to soothe a skittish animal. "I don't want you to freeze or anything. I really don't mind."

"It's not weird?" You'd almost mustered up the courage to ask 'I didn't make things weird?' but you chickened out at the last moment catching a glimpse of Vash's soft expression when peering at him from the corner of your eye.

"No, it's totally fine! I run kind of hot anyway. I can be your heated blanket." Seating himself all the way upright, Vash opened his arms to you, and it took everything you had not to dive into them the second the gesture was offered.

Trying not to look as eager as you were, you slipped carefully out of your own sleeping bag, shuddering as you were buffeted by the evening air. It was a bit of an awkward clamber, one you tried desperately not to think too hard about as you burrowed your way in right next to Vash. He was a big guy, and the sleeping bag was barely big enough for him to begin with, so once you got yourself situated you found that you were basically snug up against him from your ankles all the way up to your neck. And oh, was it everything you'd imagined to be and more. You were curled up into his right side; he'd tucked you up in such a way that your head was resting right on his shoulder with his arm slung around you, keeping you close. The thin fabric of your pajamas did nothing to quell the heat that rolled off of Vash's body and seeped into your own. It was a familiar, achingly safe kind of warmth, like falling asleep in an afternoon sunbeam coming through the window and landing across a soft mattress. It felt right. It felt like home.

"Comfy?" His voice was so soft a murmur you could barely make it out, and you nodded for fear of any words being let out giving away your true feelings on the situation. How were you ever supposed to sleep on your own again, knowing that this bliss was just within arms reach? "That's good. Hey, try looking up now?"

You blinked up at the night sky, an endless expanse of stars and moons stretched over your heads. His free arm rose again, fingertip tracing an abstract, polygonal form against the starry backdrop.

"Rivus Minor, the Little River. You can follow it across the sky, just like this. Follow my hand, okay?"

"Yeah." You whispered, for you didn't think you had the strength nor the courage to speak any louder. You'd follow his hand as it traced the stars. You'd follow him to the driest, most desperate towns, the true wastelands. You'd follow him through hell and back out again, to the most barren edges of No Man's Land and back, a thousand times over. Even if he tried to leave you behind, for your protection he'd say, for your safety, you wouldn't be able to help but follow. You'd follow him through blood and gun-smoke and tears and keep following beyond. As long as Vash was there, you couldn't help but be there too.

"Okay. I'll follow you."

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #vash the stampede #vash #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #pink chat #my writing

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ashbub · 6 months

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wanted me

genshin impact: xiao x gn! traveler!reader

contents: mild cursing! [4.2k]

IN WHICH: feelings are discovered a little too late.

❝ i'd be with you, is it too late to pursue? ❞

Xiao often preferred to be on his own. It was far more convenient that way. No wandering attachments. No strings attached. No potential feelings hurt. Far better suited for his long-awaited life as a Yaksha.

His gloved fingers strayed over the pearls that adorned his neck, his touch wavering over the light tattoos that decorated his pale skin with a small sigh.

Or perhaps he had convinced himself over the passing years that he desired it to be that way. The lines of that lingering want have long been blurred amongst the blood that tainted his fingertips.

He quietly stood by the firm balcony railing of Wangshu Inn, the cool winds smoothly tickling his cheeks as his golden eyes remained focused on the twinkling lights of the Lantern Rite Festival. Whether he liked to admit it or not, the yearly festival was a slight comfort that warmly glimmered through the dark Liyue sky.

"Xiao?"

Of course, you had proven to be the exception when it came to desiring a company.

The soft blue fabric of your ruffled kimono hugged your frame as you tentatively lingered by the rounded entrance, the delicate embroidery swirling into fluffy clouds that stitched around your waist. Lowering your softening eyes, they faintly reflected the wandering lanterns that playfully danced in the crisp air.

You looked lovely. Xiao could never deny it.

"You always seem to know where to find me, Traveler." Xiao tapped his slim fingertips on the smoothness of the railing, his quiet breath mingling as the soft winds playfully brushed past the ends of his choppy locks. "Whether I like it or not."

You softly smiled, walking behind him with your warm fingers intertwined shyly behind your back with a teasing laugh of your own, "Hardly a challenge-"

Your eyes lingered on the small platter that rested in front of Xiao on the edge of the railing- A pretty white plate with a generous portion of sliced tofu placed in the middle of the surface, small flowers elegantly decorating the edge of the food. It was homemade, slightly dropping at the sides.

"Almond tofu, huh." You murmured with a content sigh as he quietly handed you a wooden spoon, his firm gaze remaining focused ahead. "Is that for me?"

Xiao's delicate hands wandered toward the back of his heated neck at the sudden question, "I accidentally purchased an extra at one of the local stands." He clarified at your suggestion, scooping up some of the tofu to the edge of his pursed lips. "It would have gone to waste if I hadn't given it to you."

You let out a muffled chuckle, quickly gathering the almond tofu on the edge of your spoon before promptly shoving it into your mouth. You had tried plenty of Liyue cuisine from Xiangling during your visits to her kitchen, her excitement to have you try her visionary platters infectious- However, the tofu was soft and slightly sweet on the tip of your tongue, different from the previous spicier meals you had sampled.

"It's delicious!" You gasped out with the wooden spoon now remaining settled in the side of your puffed-out cheek. You turned to the young Adeptus, his golden eyes flickering with a soft brightness at your widening expression. "Are you sure you didn't make it?"

The tips of his ears grew slightly flushed at your question. Turning away from your nudging shoulder.

"Why do you say that?"

"It's a little sloppy looking, no?"

Your teasing tone caused Xiao to snatch the ceramic plate back from your grasp with a hushed grunt, a small smile of his own that rarely tugged on the edge of his smooth lips.

"Forgive me, next time the trash will be a proper place for an extra almond tofu." The Adeptus drawled out in the softness of the Liyue wind, the tips of his deep teal locks curling around the edge of his chin- Despite his choice of words, a warmth wrapped around his raspy voice that was damn near a laugh to your ears.

The festival night was filled with the melodious sound of traditional music played on ancient wooden instruments below. Musicians and performers walking along the cobble path brought tales to life through dance and song, while the aroma of street food vendors of matsutake meat rolls and rich rice buns wafted through the air.

Your own laugh was quiet, both of your shoulders softly brushing near one another as you stood by Xiao near the Wangshu Inn railing, admiring the scenic view that carried in front of you. Your smile slowly slipped away from your expression.

Next time.

You took a step away from him.

"Xiao-" You began with a wavering sentence, your normally firm voice slightly straining as his own softened expression finally reached your lowering eyes- "About that, I-"

"Is everything okay?"

"I plan on leaving soon in a few days, for Inazuma."

The words hung in the air with a sudden weight, Xiao had finally turned to look at you as if your sputtered-out words hadn't fully sunk in for him. His gold eyes mingled with a warm shade of bright orange that felt like the embers of a flickering yet all-consuming fire.

The light blue garment felt heavy across your arms, the dark blue ribbon that wrapped neatly across your waist nearly tightening. "The next part of my journey calls for me to travel there, and considering the restrictions for traveling past their borders, I might not return to Liyue for a long time." You whispered out, almost to yourself as your cool fingertips began tightening on the thin railing.

"I see."

"I thought it would be better for you to hear it from me." You quickly fidgeted for the pocket of your baby blue kimono amidst your sentence, the edge of a pearly white envelope warmly poking out from your side that you had been saving. "And I also thought we could exchange letters during my travels?"

The Yaksha glanced at the crinkled-up envelope you had directed towards his chest for him to accept, decorated with an assortment of stickers plastered across the white surface. His name was neatly written across the middle in dark ink.

When he finally spoke, for a moment you could see his eyes softening before turning away as a gentle hand pushed the envelope from his direction back towards you silently. "You shouldn't have concerned yourself with that, [y/n]." Xiao murmured, "Focus your energy on your current obligations as I will with mine."

"Oh."

Adjusting his lowered posture, he turned his gaze towards you and your dropped shoulders, his words reeking out with a sudden formality that you had often hoped he would never have needed to use on you. His gloved hands lingered across his stiffened arms.

"After all, we were merely traveling companions in Liyue keeping the order and safety of this land. We have our priorities to remain vigilant on, I of all people would empathize with that."

Gripping the letter tightly in your fingertips, the words stung. Perhaps he had meant it as reassurance that it shouldn't be a hard goodbye- But merely? That was all he had accumulated in your relationship? The Yaksha already began to turn away from you, but he looked back for a moment at the sound of your cracking voice.

"That's not true, Xiao-" You cut yourself off in mid-thought, your right hand coming up to desperately to pinch at the bridge of your wrinkled nose and your eyes squeezing shut tight. "Of course, I have other things currently going on in my life, but the reason I suggested the letters was because I just thought that maybe you saw me as a-"

"Saw you as what, [y/n]?" Xiao heard himself ask in a soft sigh, voice flinty with barely concealed resentment, golden eyes flickering.

You snapped in frustration, then continued quickly before there could be a reply.

"A friend, Xiao, I thought of you as a friend."

You raised the thick sleeve of your kimono to the end of your watering eyes at your faltering voice, the fabric warm against your skin. You tried looking everywhere but him. It felt embarrassing to cry all of a sudden. The Lantern Festival Rite lights didn't seem as bright.

"And it's pretty upsetting-" You managed out quietly with a rasp, the lingering taste of almond tofu stale on your tongue. "That you didn't even think the same towards me."

Tears blindly stung your eyes when you finally met up to reach his gaze, the words you needed to speak lodged painfully in your burning throat as you waited patiently for him to respond. It was too big, too scary, your heart was beating so fast in your chest that you thought it might break.

His expression had been searching for something incommunicable before noticing your tears in sudden realization. His feathery eyebrows carefully raised as his smooth hand reached for the edge of your shoulder in worry.

"[y/n], please wait-" Xiao began pleadingly, his pale cheeks softly flushing before trying to gather your attention, "My intention wasn't to-"

But you had already slipped away from him- Brushing his hand away quickly at his sudden touch with a curled-up bottom lip.

"Save it, Adeptus Xiao."

"A friend, Xiao. I thought of you as a friend."

It was a simple sentence- Yet it burned through him with the way you had said it. Your eyes faintly brimmed with tears along your lowered lashes, the small smile that had lingered across your lips from your conversation before falling when you had finally looked at him.

You looked pained.

He didn't mean to hurt you. That truly hadn't been his intention, watching as the soft light of lanterns trails faintly illuminating the tear stains that lingered down your cheeks. He had wondered if the thousands of years had chipped away at his communication in general. For the moment he had suggested that you were just traveling companions when he knew that he clearly must feel more than just that-

The soft, silver moonlight bathed the landscape of Bishui Plain, casting a gentle glow over the tall, swaying grass that accompanied his every step. The grass, kissed by a slight breeze, rustled like a bard's lullaby, creating a soothing melody that harmonizes with the occasional chirping of a wandering golden finch.

His gaze had wandered by a nearby stream that trickled softly by his feet, the gentle ripples of local fish humming by the shimmering pebbles amongst the fresh water. The yaksha had caught his appearance in the reflection momentarily. The mask he wore was intricately adorned with a harsh expression and aggressive long fangs.

Adeptus Xiao. You had called him.

You had never referred to him that way.

However, that's what happens, isn't it? His whole thing about avoiding attachments? To remain at a distance to protect others- It just hurts everyone involved if he got close to people after all he had committed, eventually. He had acted foolishly in allowing his feelings to fester.

His feelings for you. When did they get so complicated?-

Dark shadows had begun to take form near the edge of his feet among the reflection of the waters, and from the depths of the field, their distorted shadows illuminated by the pale moonlight. An eerie laughter filled the Liyue air as Xiao's stance harshly shifted to gather their location hidden amongst the swaying tall grass, echoing through the otherwise tranquil landscape. The shrill laughter was unique in the crisp air, echoing through his perked ears.

An abyss mage. He concluded to himself. A few of them.

The handle of his jade spear felt cool against his touch as it materialized with the palm of his gloved hand, grasping at the smoothness of the dark stone that began illuminating quietly. The jingle of his ameno gnosis that remained tethered to the side of his waist obediently churned at the sudden gust of wind that invoked around his gleaming weapon.

He needed to clear his mind.

"You are finally awake, hm?"

Xiao felt the damp fabric of a rag rest across the warmth of his forehead, the soft crackle of the fireplace illuminating the empty kitchen. His eyes fluttered open slowly at the question, his dark lashes framing his pale golden eyes as he quietly placed his fingertips on the sudden dryness of his cracked lips.

He had been resting his back on a thin mattress on the polished wooden floor, a thick lavender wool blanket brought to his rising chest carefully. A stone pot quietly emits a faint swirling smoke from the rustle of the fire. The kitchen that was usually rumbling with the staff of Wangshu Inn to feed the patrons of the hotel in the mornings was quiet, the small shelves stocked with woven baskets filled with a fresh array of picked sweet carrots and radishes.

His light eyes finally flickered to your figure crouched by the fireplace, the side of your focused face softly lit by the crackling fire as your fingertips were wrapped around the slow-stirring wooden spoon within the warmth of the kitchen. Your lips carefully pursed while blowing away the thick steam that lingered by the edge of the spoon, your metal sword shimmering contently by the side of your waist that glistened with splatters of dark blood.

"You are a real pain in the ass, did you know that?” You continued with a small hum, remaining focused on the dance of the flickering flames and taming the bubbling cauldron. The Adeptus had attempted to rise with both of his arms to support his weight with a quiet wince, his ribs wrapped firmly with pale bandages that engulfed the soft tattoos that adorned his pale skin. “The very least you could do is try not to bleed out on my blanket Qi Qi gifted me."

He brought his gloved fingers to brush past the locks of his dark hair from his damp forehead, his faintly cut lips slightly curled at the sudden burning that flowed at the side of his chest.

Those mages should have been easy- What was he doing? His mind had clearly been elsewhere to be so distracted-

"Here, drink this." Your voice was softer compared to the sternness of previous interactions, examining the dark patterns of your slippers with a small whisper. You had extended a small wooden cup to his grasp, a bitter scent swirling from the lingering steam. "All of it, even if it's gross, will help with the pain."

Your eyes were warm from the light flicker of the fireplace, glimmering contently. The soft blue fabric of your garments now trickled with fading stains of blood that appeared to have been scrubbed out in exasperation. A few locks of your hair were messily scattered across your forehead as Xiao brought his lips to the rim of the cup, his feathery eyebrows slightly scrunched together at the sour taste.

The fire had begun to seep into a soft flicker, the earthy stones that adorned with cast-iron pots and pans, bearing evidence of countless meals prepared with care. The fire within the hearth casts a comforting, orange-hued glow across the room, illuminating the worn copper cookware that dangles from the overhead beams as you quietly remove the wet rag from Xiao’s skin. Your fingertips warmly brushed against his pale skin with a small sigh flowing past his lips. You were tempted to touch the dark diamond that remained etched on his forehead.

“How did you find me?” He finally asked after taking another sip of the bitter drink that remained warmly in his grasp, his voice slightly raspy as a quaint smile tugged the ends of your smooth lips.

“You weren’t too far away from the Inn, it wasn’t hard to notice the Conqueror of Demons getting tossed around like a ragdoll.”

The night outside was quiet and contemplative, the moonlight pouring through the windows, creating pools of ethereal radiance that seemed to beckon you closer to the warmth of the fire. The golden eyes that rivaled the glimmer of the ancient coins that cluttered in the pocket of your kimono, often framed by long, dark lashes fluttered shut.

"I'm sorry." His voice was soft towards you, lowering his face into the palm of his hand quietly. "I really am, [y/n]."

You examined the cup that remained in his grasp, the dark green drink remaining halfway full. The quiet flickers of moonlight mingled with the edge of dark blue strands of his hair that curled beneath his chin.

"Just finish this up, silly."

After an hour, the lingering smoke of the fire had smothered against the burnt pieces of coal that remained at the bottom of the fireplace. Xiao had remained quietly tucked into the warmth of the blanket asleep, his bandaged chest rising and falling with a light rhythm. You rarely saw the Adeptus look so exhausted.

Gathering up your things into the pockets of your leather satchel, you turned to examine him once more. The wispy fluttering of his lashes, the soft flush of freckles that decorated the tip of his slim nose. Your voice barely came out from the depths of your throat. "I'm sorry, Xiao, I should have listened to you when you were trying to apologize." You managed out, your smooth hands tightly clutching the side of your satchel with a sigh. "I was just hurt."

You hesitantly placed a hand warmly on the side of his pale cheek, cupping his sleepy expression into the palm of your hand. "Please get better, okay?" You mumbled almost to yourself, the back of your thumb contently running circles over his cool cheek for a moment. "Out of everyone, I would be sad to not see your face when I leave."

You pulled your hand away, a soft smile mingling in your breath to raise back to your feet before feeling the gentle grasp of fingertips reach for your lingering touch.

Xiao's voice was soft, a whisper that was loud enough to yell in such a silent room. It doesn't grate on your ears, you don't think it grates on his, either. The confirmation does little to make you move suddenly, though. His small hand pulls you back to the flushed warmth of his cheek. His touch nearly aching to press his skin to the place where your hand was.

"Please,"

Your eyes slightly widened at his grasp for your fingertips, a sudden warmth spreading across your cheeks, "Xiao?"

"Please" He repeated, golden eyes remaining on yours before quietly sinking further into the palm of your hand with a small breath, "Stay with me for a little longer."

Your breath remained lodged in the back of your throat at the warmth of his hand wandering on your fingertips. The growing warmth across his skin causes you to softly melt into his light touch.

"Okay." You whispered, "For a little longer."

"He's gonna show up, [y/n]." Hu Tao smiles cheekily, placing a hand on your shoulder, her bright eyes shining with the soft flowers that encircled them. She had wore her classic black garments with buttons and her little hat, giving you a small poke on the side of your cheek. "I promise you he will."

It had been a few days now since you had last spoken to Xiao at Wangshu Inn. He had slipped from the window in the early morning before you could talk, leaving the thick curtains fluttering in the crisp Liyue wind.

Now, it was the day of your departure, and Xiao was yet to be seen.

The bustling pier was a symphony of activity as the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the scene. Seagulls wheeled and cried overhead, their sharp calls mingling with the excited chatter of passengers and the clinking of cargo being loaded onto the waiting ship.

Hu Tao seemed to notice the small scrunch of your eyebrows, your shoulders slightly dropping while examining the ocean that rustled underneath the floorboards of the pier. "He's gonna be gloomy for weeks if he doesn't get the opportunity to say goodbye."

On the edge of the chaotic canvas, the ship stood like a steadfast giant, its crew working in a synchronized frenzy to prepare for the impending voyage. Ropes were tightened, crates hoisted, and sails unfurled. The captain, Beidou, a strong figure in well-worn crimson garments, barked orders with a sharp smile, and her crew scurried to execute them. The ship creaked and groaned, eager for the open sea.

Hu Tao had quickly excused herself to purchase you both some food at the local stand at the pier, her rose-tinted eyes shining brightly with a warm grin glossed across her lips.

As the salty breeze swept through the bustling dockyard, the sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over everything it touched. Amidst the clatter of cargo being loaded and sailors shouting orders, you stood on the edge, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

You wore a thick leather jacket, adorned with various trinkets collected from your past adventures, and your sturdy boots had seen their share of long journeys.

Your fingertips clutched the worn-out strap of a weathered leather satchel containing your meager belongings, a pouch full of mora, a notebook filled with sketches and notes from your travels, and a letter for the yaksha that you hadn't dared to hand to him again since the Lantern Rite Festival.

But just as you took your first step towards the gangplank, a voice called your name, rich and warm like a familiar melody, your eyes widening. You spotted the figure of a short, narrow-shouldered man approaching you toward the bustle of the crowd.

He was holding an envelope within his grasp.

With unspoken sigh escaping your lip, you let your satchel slip from your shoulder and thud harshly against the weathered planks. Your feet carried you toward him, your breath came in short gasps. The world around you blurred as you saw only him, his small face slightly flushed and uncharacteristically out of breath.

"Xiao!"

His eyes were bright as his dark hair glistened in the sunlight, and the warmth in his golden eyes filled you with a sense of longing and comfort. "[y/n], the letters-"

"What?"

"Please write me the letters you promised to send before." His fingertips lingered on the edge of your shoulders with a jagged breath, "Write to me every single day, I never want to miss your adventures."

As the last light of day danced on the water's surface, the ship's horn sounded again, a deep, melancholic note that signaled its imminent departure. Families hugged their loved ones, tears and laughter intermingling in their farewells. Vendors hawking their wares from colorful stalls, the scent of fresh seafood and roasted nuts wafting through the air. The constant hum of voices, footsteps, and the occasional blast of a ship's horn filled the atmosphere. Passengers and crew alike rushed on board, the anticipation of adventure and the promise of distant shores lighting up their eyes.

"I wrote you one, to get us started." His envelope was simple, your name written in delicate cursive in the very middle as he softly scratched the back of his neck. "But please don't read it till after you depart from Liyue."

"I have one for you too." You quietly said, digging for the envelope that was engulfed with stickers, "For you to read when I have left."

Amidst the chaos, the ship stood proudly, a magnificent vessel adorned with billowing sails and polished brass. The crew hustled to load supplies, secure ropes, and perform last-minute checks. Passengers bustled about, clutching tickets and baggage, eager for their adventure on the high seas.

The embrace was a gentle, lingering one. His arms wrapped warmly around your frame, holding you close clung to him as your fingers sunk into his shoulder. Your bodies pressed together, a silent reassurance as your lashes fluttered shut, Xiao's familiar scent of almonds and sea salt mixed with the hint of Qixing flowers. You buried your face into the crook of his neck with a soft sigh.

"I will miss you."

The Adeptus stood alone on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, bathed in the soft, moonlit glow that cast a silvery sheen over Liyue. A cool, gentle breeze rustled the pages of the handwritten letter clutched tightly in their trembling hand. He hadn't opened your letter yet- Not fully, anyway, only taking a few peeks at the slight writing the poked out.

Xiao was enveloped by the gentle rustle of leaves and the fading hues of a setting sun. The air was cool, and the faint scent of jasmine lingered in the breeze. In his gloved fingertips, he tugged out the folded letter, its paper slightly crumpled from the uncertainty that had gripped them since its delivery at the pier.

As he unfolded the paper, the first few lines seemed ordinary, a recounting of shared memories and cherished moments.

A couple of sentences were scribbled out in ink. The words on the page were filled describing the stolen glances, shared laughter, and moments of silent connection that had been tinged with unspoken affection. He nearly chuckled at your comical scribbling to cut the letter short- But it was the very end of the letter that caught his attention.

"Babartos- What I'm actually trying to say is- I'm in love with you, Xiao. I want you."

He leaned against the balcony railing with a jagged breath lingering on his smooth lips, the golden tinge of his eyes crinkling at the motion of the words scribbled across the page.

The night was quiet, save for the distant hum of Liyue citizens rustling for the night, as the truth of the confession settled upon him with a warmth that flushed the ends of his ears. He gazed out into the dark expanse, realizing that the chance for love had passed, leaving them with only the echo of what might have been with a sudden tear drop staining the very edge of the paper. The letter became a cherished, painful reminder of a love that had silently, and tragically, slipped through his fingertips.

You had wanted him too?

an: i was listening to steve lacey and it just reminded me of xiao for some reason :)

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warnings: +18, period sex, fluff, comfort, established relationship, he’s just a horny worried boyfriend who wants to help you with your cramps (🥺), mentions of blood, unprotected sex (always use protections everyone!).

characters: dabi x fem!reader

synopsis: your period is flooring you very bad, so your caring boyfriend helps you relieve the pain in his own way.

words count: 3,2k

notes: i’m on my period, and of course as i’m going through lots of pain i get inspiration for a little something 💀

it’s that period of the month, again, and your cramps are flooring you so bad that it’s a miracle you’ve even managed to stand up, get out of bed and reach the kitchen for a glass of water and some snacks.

on the couch your boyfriend dabi is sitting watching tv with uninterested eyes, some crappy program was airing and he had nothing to do so, but when you waddled in with a scrunched face from the pain the boy looked over at you.

“doll, what’s wrong?”, he inquired turning the tv off, attention full on you watching as you sat beside him all curled on one side.

“my damned period... it hurts.”, you answered hugging your belly to find some comfort, but to no avail as the pain kept on persisting.

you see dabi’s eyes sparkle as they widened slightly for a brief second, like he just got an awesome idea and shifted on his sit to turn completely to you; left harm resting on the back of the couch while the other reaching out towards you, his hand kindly caressing your cheek as he looked intensely into your eyes:

“does it hurt a lot, babydoll?”, dabi asks with low soothing voice as he stroked his thumb across your cheekbone tenderly.

you look up at him pouting sadly and in pain leaning into his touch like a kitty, his hand was so warm it comforted you a little, though the pain was (unfortunately) still there.

“it hurts so much...”, you cried out pitifully resting an hand on his wrist staring back at your boyfriend with teary eyes. it always hurt like hell whenever your period comes, but this time it was just too unbearable.

dabi’s left eyebrow twitched imperceptibly at hearing your voice so weak and those eyes pleading him. it just awakened something inside of him that shouldn’t have been woken up, not when you were in so much pain... but maybe... this could benefit both of you no?

“doll, i can help you.”, he announced confidently, a wolfish smirk curling his lips as he looked at you with hungry eyes, like you were a whole course meal and it made you feel hot all of a sudden.

“‘s that so? how?”, you questioned back wondering on what amazing idea your dear boyfriend might’ve come up with, something tells you though that you just got tangled in his web like an amateur (or maybe you wanted whatever he had in mind as much as he does).

“your belly is all contracted and it hurts like a bitch right?”, you frowned at the way he described the whole thing, but still nodded and that was his cue to scoop closer toward you, right hand resting on your knee. “then leave everything to me, you just relax and don’t think of anything.”, and with that dabi moved your left leg getting between both them, he extended himself towards you sticking out his tongue and licking briefly your cherry lips, naturally you parted yours sticking out your tongue too and surrounded his neck with your arms.

he kissed you inserting his tongue right away while holding your hips massaging them slowly and tenderly, you hummed in the kiss welcoming his tongue angling your head to match his movements allowing in the meantime to get closer as you stumbled backwards.

quickly dabi moved his arms to hold you upright parting for a second to make sure you were alright, from that flushed face with dazed expression and heart eyes that were begging him for more he could tell you were just fine.

“how cute...”, he whispered with low husky voice and a satisfied grin plastered all over his face; he just loves it when you’re a mess for and because of him, it just turned him on so damn much you have no idea. as he laid you down dabi took the cushion behind him positioning it under your lower back, then took another one putting it under your head.

you looked at him in total awe because no one would ever expect a villain like dabi to be so caring, yet you always got to see all these unknown sides of him and while you were disappointed others didn’t know how actually amazing he is, you were also happy that you were the only knowing about it.

“oh~? now, now, you really think you got the luxury to space out doll?”, he brings you back to reality by lifting your shirt and when he saw no bra under it, the young man hissed between his teethes shifting uncomfortably on his spot, pants becoming too tight on him. “fuck...”

without waiting a second more he lowered himself over your left breast dabi kissed the spot above your areola making you shiver, goosebumps all over your skin, he then twirled his tongue around your nipple before starting suck on it while taking off your shorts.

“w-wait– there’s lot of blood so...”, you panicked putting your hands on his shoulder and squeezing your eyes close embarrassed at the idea of him seeing the mess you were in, wanting to spare him such a sight after all.

“that’s fine, it’s normal. you’ve got no reason to be ashamed about it baby, i’ll never judge you for anything.”, he reassured you keeping intense eye contact with you, to prove you that he wasn’t just saying it for show but serious about it, all the while moving you panties to the side. “does it still hurt here?”, dabi questioned as he rested an hand on your lower abdomen caressing it kindly, eyes darting down to where his hand was making you feel a tingling sensation in your core as he kept watching the spot with such a tender look in his gaze that had you almost melting.

when dabi looked up at you locking eyes with yours, you nodded in response at his previous question and he smiled, not a cocky one but a genuine smile that sent your heart racing like you were running a marathon. he was just so beautiful right now it brought tears to your eyes.

your boyfriend leaned in to your face kissing the tears away, thinking they were because of the pain, and then kissed you passionately breathing in from his nose full lungs your scent, the scent that he loved so much, whilst taking off his sweatpants and lowering his boxer just enough for his hard dick to spring free brushing slightly against your cunt.

you shuddered letting out a little moan in the kiss that vibrated into it in the most pleasurable way ever, dabi loved it and the way you just shivered from head to toes only from some brushing. it was hot as hell to him.

he parted from the kiss with a ‘smooch’ for a brief second, eyes filled to the deepest core with pure lust fixed into your foggy ones:

“so fucking sensitive and cute, it’s driving me crazy...”, the boy commented licking his lips satisfied by your reactions before kissing you hungrily once again, it felt as if he wanted to devour you and by the way his hands where gripping your thighs into a vice grip you could tell how much he wanted you.

“that’s... because during my period... i get more sensitive... than usual...”, you cleared up to him between kisses and pants, dabi just didn’t seem like wanting to let you breath with the way he kept on kissing you without a break, as if you two hadn’t meet in ages.

you felt like you’ve just awakened a sleeping wolf, a very horny one, because the hunger with which he was looking at you now was both intimidating but also extremely sexy to the point it turned you on.

“good to know, that means i’ll hear my doll scream for me louder than usual”, at those words you flinched turning red and frowned taken aback by what he said, when you were about to bite back at him dabi leaned close to your ear. “get ready to apology to your neighbors baby~” and with one swift move of his hips, he had thrust the tip of his cock inside of you.

“ah–!”, you choked out a moan as your back parted from the couch’s surface, your chest pressing hard with dabi’s who was leaning on his elbows to not squash your form completely under him. breathing in and out you tried to collect yourself while feeling him trying to push his shaft inside of you as a whole.

“ah–! fuck... shit, shit. SHIT.”, you heard him groan against the shell of your ear before he moved to rest his forehead on the space between your neck and shoulder. “you’re so damn tight... ahhh fuck... it feels so good...”, he breathed in roughly from between his teethes before letting out a dragged husky groan whilst pushing his dick inside of you more.

you gasped slightly at feeling the veins of his cock stroke against your walls and let out a breathy moan above his ear that had dabi’s dick twitch inside of your pussy; you can distinctly hear him swallow loudly before he moved his face next to yours and bottomed you out completely, making the two of you moan in unison.

you didn’t know if it was because your period has made you more sensible, but it felt more amazing than usual to have him inside of you like that as your bodies where pressed flush to each others, you loved it.

when dabi moved face to face with you, and you saw the way his flushed face was scrunched up, your pussy clenched around him making the boy choke out a groan, before he smirked up at you amused but also excited.

“yeah, yeah, i got that.”, and with that he started moving his hips in slow wavy motions to get you adjusted to the new presence inside of your body, a groan leaving his pretty mouth everytime his pelvis meet yours flush.

“ahn! da-dabi! ngh!”, you kept moaning with your hand resting on his bicep while closing your legs around your boyfriend’s waist, head swirling from how much pleasure your were feeling, especially when it progressed to him thrusting inside of you sharply and deep, pace increasing exponentially too.

you could swear that with the way he was thrusting into you so deeply, you could see the stars and the moan that left your mouth sounded simply so filthy, like it came out from a porn video.

after few minutes dabi raised his torso standing on his knees and gripped your waist so tight you could bet it was going to leave a mark, and you wouldn’t even mind that, he then angled his hips higher and started to thrust into you fast, deep and sharp, it was the most mind-blowing combination that he could’ve ever done on you on your most sensitive day.

goodness the pleasure was overflowing from you so much that you even forgot the pain of your period that you’ve had until what? few moments ago? you didn’t know, your mind was just so fuzzy and filled to the brim with dabi that you just had no clue anymore.

“ahh! ahhn! ah! so good...”, you moaned out locking eyes with him panting hard as he kept pounding into you at a relentless pace, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix continuously for a while now and god if that didn’t felt simply awesome.

“heh! look at you... drooling and moaning so much, that’s such a good expression you got there... so fucking hot...”, he growled snapping his hips onto yours hard, there was no other noise in the room than your pants, moans, skin slapping against skin, you realized that only now and just like that you got even more turned on to the point that a familiar knot started to form in your lower abdomen that had you start moaning even louder than before.

“c-can’t help it... it feels so good...”, you answer looking down at his dick moving in and out of your cunt, eyes dazed while panting so much that your tongue was slightly sticking out and you don’t know it, but that’s dabi’s favorite expression on you whenever the two of you have sex.

you looked so drunk in love with him that it makes him want to ravish you harder, because that expression drives him over the edge so bad he just can’t possibly help himself:

“god that look... it’s that good huh?”, at that question you nod absentmindedly moaning at every thrust of his, you had the impression that you could feel his dick inside your belly with how deep he was going and the thought alone made you let out a whiny moan that made dabi’s last nerve snap.

because that answer was enough to unleash the real beast inside of him; he wanted to go easy on you, because you were in pain, but with that you just made it impossible for him to not destroy your insides.

he rested his hand behind your knee and lifted your leg up pushing it a little, not too much, toward you to stretch your cunt out and angling in a new way his hips he started thrusting into you at a mad pace that made you gasp and start moan breathlessly without rest.

his cock was hitting so hard and repeatedly into your g-spot that you couldn’t even formulate a thought that made sense anymore, it felt insanely good your brain was just empty with only thoughts of dabi and how damn well he was fucking you.

“ahh! mn! dabi! ahh... cumming!”, you moaned resting an hand on his wrist and holding it tight while biting down on your lip, the air around the two of you was so incredibly hot and getting at your head making it spin so bad, you were so close to your climax.

“go on babydoll, cum for me... ngh! fuck! i’m close too...”, he groaned in response scrunching his face, the feeling of your walls clenching around him was making it so hard for dabi to not come right that instant. he sneaked an arm under your back and lifted you up like you weighted nothing, you yelped at feeling his dick’s tip brushing against your entrance as he rested you against the armrest of the couch, with your mind still foggy from all the pleasure you’ve felt until now you looked at him rest an hand on the space at the side of your face gripping it hard before snapping his hips forward and thrusting his whole length into you in one move genuinely knocking the air and mind out of you, with that alone you came all over his cock.

dabi looked down where the two of you were connected panting and smirked pleased at seeing the ring of cum pooling at the base of his dick, turquoise eyes that looked up at you intensely as you kept panting while holding onto his forearms glancing at him with mind still fuzzy.

“does your belly still hurts?”, he questioned making you flinch, cheeks heating up right up at his words, that little shit seriously...

“no... listen, it just felt too good for me to even care about it, okay?!”, you back yourself up flustered making him chuckle lowly as he got closer to your face and gazed deep inside your eyes, that mischievous grin on his lips never disappearing.

“happy to know i could be of help, doll. now, if you don’t mind, i’m taking my thanks.”, he didn’t even let you question what was he talking about that his lips were already on yours, hips starting to move again thrusting into your oversensitive pussy that was now quivering.

“mmhn... ahh...”, you moaned into the kiss resting your hands on his biceps grinding against him wanting more, he smirked against your lips sneaking the hand resting on your hip between you two to go play with your clit. “wait– dabi! i’ll cum again like that!”

“fine by me, i’m close too so... ahh... where do you want it?”, dabi questioned snapping his hips so sharply deep inside you, making you gasp at every thrust as he kept eye contact with you while circling your tongue with his before shoving it into your mouth.

when the two of you parted briefly, you looked up at him all dazed and with honey dripping eyes:

“inside it’s fine... mn! today is a safe day...”

at that answer his dick twitched and he breathed sharply between his teethes, it was such a good day for him you had no idea, whenever he could cum inside of you it just was heaven for dabi. the idea of your walls painted with his seed was simply too much for him, he was about to reach the peak and he was gonna do it so deep inside of you it send him in a frenzy.

with that the pace of his thrusts became so erratic as he came closer to his climax. here the thing about dabi: when he’s close to cum, his pounding instead of slow down or falter would become just as sharp and hard as it is from the start, if not even more. you and your hips would always be so destroyed everytime after sex and that gets you to be teased relentlessly by your boyfriend about it.

“awesome princess... argh! fuck. you’re clenching so hard on me... you just like it so much when i call you ‘princess’ huh?”, as a reply to his question he just got you letting out a pitiful meowl of pleasure while your cunt kept twitching around his dick, it made shivers run down his back as he kept pounding at a mad pace inside of you.

“dabi–! ahn! ahh! cumming!”, you moaned breathlessly surrounding his neck with your arms to hold him tight against your body, chin resting on the crook of his neck.

“me too... ngh!”, he replied holding you back burying his face on the side of your neck clenching his teethes hard, hips stuttering briefly before he came undone inside of you groaning your name breathlessly at the same time as you creamed again all over his cock moaning his name in the sweetest voice he has ever heard yet again from your mouth.

heavy pants filled the silence of the room as you both tried to catch your breath, when he had settled down a tad bit dabi moved to face you looking at you taking in deep breathes so to calm down, he cupped your face and leaning into it the boy kissed you briefly before moving away to gaze into your eyes, smiling cocky at you:

“see? i told you i could help you.”, that little shit...

“yo-you’re so annoying!”, you shooed him off turning away red on your whole face, not noticing the tender smile he gave your way that was extremely rare for dabi.

“we sure made a mess down here huh?”, the villain commented looking down between your, still connected, cores with a lifted eyebrow and pursed lips while you turned to him staring at your boyfriend exasperated. because of course you two would do a mess seen your conditions and how hard the both of you went at it for a very long time, he was so insufferable seriously.

“well obviously, duh?”, you mocked him with a snarky grin on your lips rolling your eyes slightly, before trying straighten your back. “ugh i need a shower so bad...”

at your addition his ears perked up and his eyes sparkled with a new found motivation, his arms sneaking around your waist right away.

“let’s bath together.”, he announced nonchalantly, more like a statement that a proposal, you went pale instantly.

“pardon?”

“we’ll have round two while we’re at it, from the back this time.”, he continued while lifting you up and at the same time standing from the couch, not even bothering to take his dick out.

“huh?!?!”, you insisted.

“i wouldn’t want for your cramps to come back, so i’ll take care of it for you doll.”, dabi clarified with deadpan expression on his face before ending it with a wolfish smirk.

ohh this was going to be such a long evening for the two of you.

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