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bigothteddies · 25 days

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Hey! I’m curious who some of your favorite accounts on here are? You frequently talk about ppl on here that are acting in bad faith.. Are there folks (on both sides of the d/s dynamic but maybe more on the d side) who you’d vouch for? Hope that doesn’t sound snarky- asking as someone who is newer to this space & looking to follow ppl who don’t suck ❤️

umm hi yes ! To be honest I’m not entirely sure how to respond to this! Um I guess for starters I don’t really wanna say I frequently talk about people acting in bad faith, that kinda makes me sound like I have a morality vendetta against people and blogs on here and while I kind of did a few years ago, I’ve relaxed a lot about it. I do care a lot about people doing everything they can to minimize harm and be conscious about what they’re saying but I try not to do too much but vague post! Lord knows people complain about me and my blog and my morals. Oh the hates messages I could post !

Ummmm secondly I don’t really actually follow any other dom(me)s! I kind of hate the competition 💔. That’s half a joke, but it is correct to say I don’t. I have some switchy mutuals but that’s about it! So I’m not a good person to go to for advice on that :(. But to be honest if you’re looking for my opinion on doms to follow when you’re new to the space, I’d tell you not to follow any of them. Doms are kinda whack on here (myself included). Find subs! Follow subs, follow content creators, follow educators, find as many friends and different experiences on here as possible and learn from them. Learning respect and consent and boundaries on here both as it applies to space and in kink/sex irl is best done through the community of fellow sex freaks. Tumblr doms are just….not a good educational resource nor a good experience in general when new to this side of tumblr. Find mutuals! Reblog peoples posts and pictures and tell them you find their post or them hot! (In the tags). Post what you’re feeling! What you’re thinking about! What you want! Ask questions to bloggers who have irl experience in the kink scene! When you see kink resources being passed around, educational posters and article links and book titles, click on them! Read them! Don’t just reblog them cause it’s a good thing to do 🫶🏻

ummmm as far as good blogs on here to check out, I honestly have a wide variety of mutuals that make a wide variety of content and exhibit a wide variety of kinks and morals. So it depends on what you’re looking for and comfortable with!! You’re always welcome to check out my “cute mutuals” tag on my blog, everyone in there is people I follow and interact with and 95% of them I’ve talked to and trust as well!

#asked and answered #anon #i KNOW that i didnt really answer your question #i just did the tumblr dom thing that i was JUST complaining about this week #BUT if you send another ask asking me for some of my favorite blogs and/or mutuals and lil descriptions of what theyre likr #i can promise you ill respond to that one appropriately and do the best i can 🫶🏻#im sorry i just dont wanna hand you a list of people and be like ‘hey all these people are the Good™️ people on tumblr’#cause I don’t know what yiure oksy or what you like ! everyones different and has different comfort levels #but yes please let me know if i can do anything else for you #im sorry for giving such a poor answer #and im ALSO sorry for going in way too hsrd on the ‘new to this side of tumblr thing’#I don’t know how much advice you were actually looking for in regards to that and i kinda dumped !#i dont mean to assume anything about you or that you need any advice or education or anything 🫶🏻#okay okay ill stop apologizing noe #wait now also im sorry for answering this late i was at work and my phone died and then i forgot about this

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satorusugurugurl · 21 days

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I hope this does not give too much pressure, but I have a request? I LOVED LOVED the fanfic about satosugu and reader with them being very, very rough after a tough work project/trip. Then I thought about it being a angsty?? Love a good angst

This is your account so it’s completely up to you to write or not!! I was thinking that after a while SatoSugu have another rough week. When the come back, the don’t immediately take it out through sex. Instead, they just bottle it up. Reader tries to comfort them about it but they ignore her or act snappy. Reader isn’t a pushover, but she is very understanding and patient. She lets them be mean, (it still hurt though) and just stays calm. She also had her own rough week while they were gone, but she doesn’t really show it. When they come back angry, she was hoping to forget her pain with them, but she only got their cold shoulder and words.

The next day when she comes home from another rough workday, she notices that they seemed to still be angry and agitated from their work trip. They suggest she take the next two days off, and she immediately knew what was coming. (Full consent given from her) She was feeling sensitive from her own turmoil/stress and the duo’s coldness, but she didn’t think too much of it.

While the roughness did feel good at first, it slowly became too much. They were too rough, far too rough. Their harsh words hurt. Their harsh hands hurt. The rope/ribbon hurt. Everything hurt, but was she overreacting? She was scared of disappointing them and ruining the mood I guess. She tried to look alright, but her cries slowly let out from the pain and emotional hurt.

They noticed it… Reader apologizes, but the duo is like, “Um no why are YOU sorry? This is on US.” SatoSugu realize their mistake and take care her mwah!! It was just a small dump, I’m so so sorry! As much as I LOVE writing, I’ll never be too confident enough to put this out. Even if I were to, writing styles will always be different. (Plus, I love the way other people write, just like yours!!)

Sorry it’s so so long!

- Moni Anon (first time requesting… kind of shy)

Shock

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, FAB!Reader

Pairing: SatoSugu X FAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,659

Warnings: Blood, death, shock, nightmares, PTSD, rough sex, choking, riding crop, shibari, degradation, emotional breakdown, crying, aftercare

A/N: I loved this request! Angst is like some of my favorite stuff to write! 🥲 I love a good sad story.

Part One

The morgue was cold. But it wasn't as cold as your hands. You stood at the sink, scrubbing at them with soap and water. You hadn't realized the hot water had been running so long; it had turned icy cold. But you had to keep scrubbing them because you could still feel the tacky blood coating them.

Their blood, their blood that was hot and flowed through your fingers when you tried to stop the bleeding. Blood that stained your clothes. The blood is quite literally on your hands.

You tried, tried so damn hard to save the assistant supervisor who was with you on your mission. The information the higher-ups had given you was wrong. The curse you had exorcized wasn't the only one lingering in the building. There had been two, and after the first was taken care of, you and the assistant supervisor were headed out. The second curse attacked. Slicing at you, you had barely managed to dodge it. Getting cut on the cheek. The young woman, however, had her blood splattered on the concrete.

After the other spirit was dealt with, you rushed to her side. She cried as you tried to tell her she would be okay as you called for Ijichi. But the cut was too deep; she lost too much blood, and you watched the light fade from her eyes. Leaving you alone, stained with her blood.

Your mind snapped out of the bloody memory as someone turned the water off. They gently grabbed your hands, drying them off, pulling you out of the trance you were in. Shoko eyes you before gently leading you to the chairs lining the walls, ushering you to sit down. Reluctantly, you listened, plopping down and looking at your hands.

“I'm going to call Satoru and Suguru to tell them what's happened.”

Your head jerked up, “N-No, don't do that. I’m fine!” Shoko shook her head, leaning against the wall. “Shoko, please, really, I’m fine, I swear.”

“Y/N, I left ten minutes ago. You were washing your hands then, and I found you still washing them? You're in shock; I can't let you leave like this.”

“Please, I don't want to bother them. They just got back from a rough mission.”

“And you didn't?”

Your friend's words were searing into you like hot needles. She was right in a sense; you had just gotten back from a rough mission, but so had your boyfriends. They were gone for a week. Having to travel overseas to deal with several grade-one curses. The two of them handled it, taking down the curse users with them. But when they got home this morning, they headed to the room jet lagged and annoyed over each other, claiming they needed space and sleep.

If Shoko called them, they would be more irritable. You wanted them to get as much rest as they could. They worked their asses off. You being in shock was a minimal issue to involve them in. You would be okay—eventually.

“Y/N, I’m not comfortable letting you go home alone,” Shoko repeated, sitting on one of the chairs beside you.

“Okay, what about Yaga or Nanami then?”

You were so thankful that Shoko agreed with your proposition that Ijichi drove you and Nanami back to your house. Nanami was quiet the whole time, stealing the occasional glance at you, watching as you stared at your hands. It wasn't until Ijichi parked in front of your house that Nanami cleared his throat, catching your attention.

“I think you need to take a couple of days off.” His glasses gleamed. “I'm going to talk to Yaga about it. You're in no state to work right now. You need time to process what happened.”

Swallowing hard, you opened the door to the car. “I appreciate your concern, Nanami, but I’ll be okay.” You attempted to give him your best smile. “I got this.” The look on your friend's face screamed that he knew you were lying.

“Regardless of your ploy to fool me or downplay how much you're hurting, I will still talk to Principal Yaga.”

“And I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks again, Nanami.”

You waved the car off before rubbing Your still-freezing hands together. Things would be better once you got inside. Satoru and Suguru were back, and you could relax, forget about work, and just be together.

As you approached the door, Satoru came out, black sunglasses on as he shut the door. “Oh, hi Satoru, welcome home!” You put on your best smile, approaching him.

“Hi, I'm heading out.” His tone was sharp and as cold as your hands.

“You’re not staying here?”

He pulled his sunglasses down, revealing his blue eyes. “No, I need to get out. Suguru is driving me insane. I’m going shopping.” He waved you off as if dismissing you.

“Oh, well, if you give me a few minutes, I could go with you?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way.” He kept walking, not even looking back at you. “I don’t wanna be around either of you right now.”

Ouch, that stung. But you just gave him a weak smile before heading inside. “Be safe.”

Alright, so Satoru needed some space, but Suguru might be in a better mood. Heading towards his room, you knocked and waited for him to respond. Only he didn’t. Your stomach twisted in knots as you hit again, a little harder this time.

A loud groan sounded behind the door before you listened to the floorboards creaking. The door flung open, and Suguru cocked an eyebrow as he eyed you. He looked exhausted and pissy, but he didn’t say anything as he glared at you.

“W-Welcome home.”

“Mhm.”

“Uhm, Satoru left. Do you wanna watch a movie or get something to eat?”

Suguru shook his head, dark streams of hair falling in his face. “No.” Your cold fingers twitched as you took a deep breath. Just as you opened your mouth, Suguru sighed, jabbing his thumb against the center of his forehead. “Y/N, please, I don’t have the patience or energy to entertain you. Please go away.” The door slammed in your face, leaving you staring at the wood grain in stunned silence.

Okay, well, that was unexpected. When the boys came back from a mission like this, you all usually had sex, taking the aggression out in the rawest way you could. This cold shoulder attitude was something new. Alien and strange, making my stomach ache.

After last week and especially today, you hoped to spend time with them. Snuggling them, forgetting about the horrors you had witnessed. Instead, you have a door in your face.

Nothing you could say or do to change their minds and attitudes. Everyone dealt with anger, stress, and exhaustion in their ways. Theirs happened to be wanting to spend time by themselves. Which was perfectly fine, but they could have at least been a bit nicer about it.

You spent the entirety of your night in your room after a hot shower. You lay there hugging your pillow as you stared blankly at the wall. Every time you started to doze off, you would see blood splattering the floor, hear wheezed, gurgled breathing, and see the light fade from that poor girl's eyes. You hardly slept at all, restlessly tossing and turning.

You were relieved when your alarm went off, ushering you to start your day. You got ready, and not once did you see your partners. Both doors to their rooms shut. Neither one came out to see you off, making your stomach turn.

At work, you put on a smile, trying to joke with the first and second years, but everyone could see your fragile state. From the dark circles under your eyes to how you disassociated during training. So you weren’t surprised when Principal Yaga came into your classroom and told you that you would be taking the next week off.

“You need to focus on recovering. If you need more time, call me.”

His words hummed in your ears all the way home. How pathetic were you? Allowing a young girl to be killed. A mandatory week off of work, and on top of all that, your partners were pissy and avoiding you. This, indeed, was one of the lowest two days of your life. You can’t remember the last time you’d felt this lowly, lost in the dark.

“I’m home.” You announced as you entered the house. Not expecting a response since both of them weren’t up when you left.

“Y/N,” Satoru said as you felt him press against your back. “Need you to do us a favor.”

Your body tensed as a blindfold was placed over your eyes. “You’ll need to call out of work for the next few days,” Suguru added as hands groped your breasts.

“Yeah, not a problem.”

They needed this, and if it would mean they felt better, that you could focus on pleasure, you’d gladly do what they wanted. And what they wanted was rough carnal sex. The type of sex that hard blue ropes digging into your wrists, bound behind your back. Intricate shibari dug into your chest, your breasts being squeezed. Everything felt so good, but it was so tight it almost hurt.

Your mouth was wrapped around Satoru’s cock. He was fucking your throat, yanking your hair painfully as he moaned as Suguru fucked you from behind. With every other thrust, Suguru slapped the leather riding crop over your ass. Your cries around Satoru’s cock had them both groaning.

“What a fuckin’ slut.” Satoru whined out, thrusting deeper down your throat, making you gag.

Suguru smacked the crop harder against you. “A dirty fuckin’ slut.” Another smack, followed by another, and it just kept going and going.

You cried around Gojo harder as Suguru continued his whipping behind you. “M-Mmm!”

“Mmm~?” Satoru mocked you. “Fuckin’ pathetic.” His cock hit the back of your throat painfully. Making your tears stain the blindfold as Suguru’s pace picked up.

“Pathetic whiny bitch in heat.” The crop hit your other cheek. “Absolutely pathetic”

You weren’t sure what hurt more. The crop and their cold, harsh words. They were never this mean. Calling you pathetic hurts because that’s who you saw yourself for the last few days. The ropes began to sting like your eyes; more tears stained the blindfold. You could handle this; they should be done soon; they needed this.

You couldn’t save that girl; the least you could do was help your boyfriends feel better.

“Pathetic worthless girl~ all you’re good for is this.” Gojo yanked your hair, and you saw splatters of blood. You were worthless at that moment.

A sharp sting from the riding crop. “Yeah, a good-for-nothing slut. All you’re good for is being our personal cock sleeve.” Good for nothing, yeah, you just let that girl die.

“Fucking stupid bitch.” The dark-haired man watched as Satoru’s face scrunched up in pleasure. “You're going to make him cum.” Long fingers trailed under the twisted ropes, yanking them hard. “That’s all you’re good for bitch.”

The ropes burned, digging into your flesh. Slicing into you like—like the girl you let die.

Suguru was the first to notice something was wrong. Your hands were pale. They trembled along with the rest of your body. He tossed the riding crop to the side, his dark eyes focusing on his white-haired boyfriend, who was still in utter bliss.

“Satoru.” His voice wasn’t filled with the same heated lust from before, and you noticed. “Stop, pull out.”

Satoru was about to complain, but as he peered at Suguru with half-lidded eyes, he knew he was serious. He listened to both of them pulling out of your mouth and pussy, watching as you coughed and gagged before those gags turned into wretched sobs. You curled in on yourself, sobbing louder. Images of blood, the morgue table, and blood spinning down a sink flashed through your mind.

The boys jumped into action instantly. They removed the blindfold and the bindings around you, allowing you to curl into a fetal position. They watched your trembling body before looking at each other, mentally asking the other what they should do. But it was you who spoke first.

“I-I’m sorry!” A broken cry sounded from the back of your throat.

Satoru gently pulled you into his arms, leaning against the bed's headboard. You sobbed into his chest while Suguru gently rubbed your back. Both of them were silent as you cried two days’ worth of pain out. Guilt seeped into the muscles and none of your body, for the assistant supervisor, for ruining the mood, for being so weak.

“Don’t. Please don’t apologize,” Suguru whispered, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“This is on us. We went way too far.” Satoru added his hands, gently massaging your shoulders.

You babbled into his chest as your other hand grabbed Suguru’s, holding it tight. “I-I messed up this week! And now this!” You could feel both of their muscles tensing at your words.

“What do you—”

“Mean you messed up?”

The events of yesterday spewed out of you like a water fountain. You sobbed, going over the details while both men gently caressed and listened to you in silence. The moment you finished spilling out your guts, Satoru and Suguru shared a look.

“And I didn’t make it any better.” You sniffled, looking up at Satoru. Ivory cheeks were flushed as he ran his hand through his hair. “Telling you I didn’t want to be near you.”

Suguru let out a cold, harsh chuckle. “I wasn’t any better. I told Y/N I didn’t have the time nor the patience to entertain her.” You hummed, relaxing against the duo, feeling more calm than you had in the last twenty-four hours.

“Then we were too rough. I feel like a total dick

“Same here,” Suguru planted a kiss on your shoulder, his hand gently rubbing your arm. “What can we do to make it up to you?”

“I’m honestly so tired. I just want to snuggle in bed.”

Your request wasn’t ignored. They both got up; Suguru changed the sheets and picked up Satoru’s room. While you stood under the hot water in the shower, Satoru gently washed your hair. Long fingers massaging your scalp before the curtain opened and Suguru stepped in behind you. Their hands gently slid over your slicked skin. Washing, massaging, and worshiping you.

Their sweet caresses made your eyes heavier as the tense, sore muscles relaxed. While you longed to take care of their needs most of the time. Being held like this, sandwiched between the two strongest sorcerers in the world, made you feel safer. With them at your side, you knee deep down in your gut that everything would be okay.

After the most relaxing shower you’d ever taken was over, you slid on your pajamas before crawling into bed, collapsing into the plush mattress and expensive Egyptian silk sheets. Satoru crawled in with you as Suguru pulled you to rest on his chest while Satoru spooned you. Their hands were so soft and gentle. Their fingers and warm palms were like your own personal lullaby.

“Shh,” Suguru hushed, “we got you.”

Satoru nodded against your shoulder and the crook of your neck. “You can rest. If you have a nightmare, we’ll be beside you.” Satoru grabbed one hand as Suguru grabbed the other.

“Rest.”

The warmth of their hands in yours had your cold hands finally returning to normal. Sometimes, days could be terrible. Making you question everything you do. You were happy to know your boyfriends would be there to help bring some of the light back into your life. That was something you would firmly be able to stand by and defend, especially when their arms were wrapped so tightly around you.

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wint3r-h3art · 1 year

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Retaliation & Retribution | Namor

Summary: You thought that you have the upper hand when you tease him, but you found yourself in a compromising position when the king retaliated back.

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Brain rotting smut ahead. No plot whatsoever. Finger sucking, semi public teasing, oral (female receiving), hand job, inappropriate used of the throne, vaginal sex (reverse cowgirl), cum dumping. Brat taming undertone.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

A/N: A follow up to His Sacrificial Offering! I hope this fic receive the same love as the first one too. I’ve been trying to squeeze this into my busy schedule, so I hope it comes out good, and everyone enjoy it. The idea came from this post and 🐠 anon throne sex idea. Per usual, no beta, so if I miss anything, I do apologize. If you do enjoy it, please, please do support me by reblog and/or comment. It means a lot <3 (also that’s how you bribe me for more fics)

*** Do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my work anywhere else !!

Rough fingertips skimmed lightly along the back of your thigh. The light caress sent a chill straight through your spine, making you shiver slightly. The King noticed it and a smirk quirked at the corner of his mouth. His eyes glistened with interest.

You knew what you had done, and you knew the sort of retribution your king demanded from you.

It all started when you teased him while he was addressing his subjects. Normally, no one really paid no mind to you whenever you were there. The king had made it clear from day one, that you were his. Though you had never dared to act out of place, today was different.

Today, you felt extra naughty. As you laid your head on his thigh, spacing out as usual. Then an idea came to you.

His hand never strayed too far from you. His fingertips often linger on the top of your head or touched your hair–just something to feel you. Most of the time, you simply enjoyed the feel of his touch and the sound of his voice when he spoke, but today was different.

When his fingers reached down to stroke your cheek, you turned and began sucking on his fingers. It was meant to be a childish game on your part, but the look he gave you at that moment stirred something inside you. You couldn’t help but give him an innocent look as if you didn’t mean to turn him on or something.

Oh, you were a wicked little thing alright, Namor thought as he tried to slow his breathing, but of course, his mind wandered, imagining your mouth wrapped around his length.

Whenever you sucked on his fingers, Namor could feel his body stiffen, trying not to imagine how it felt similar to the way your pussy squeezed around his cock. He wanted to moan, wanted to squirm–fuck, whatever that he could just do to release him from this torture.

He gave you a warning look–it was so subtle that no one in the room noticed it. But you persisted with your teasing. As a matter of fact, you were using your tongue on him, making the ache that was growing in his groin become more apparent, which brought you back to this moment, alone in the throne room with the King, completely at his mercy.

“Present yourself to your king, my dear,” he said for the first time. His voice was softer, less firm than when he was in front of his people. Each syllable made you shiver with anticipation as you straightened slowly to your full height.

Under no circumstances you were allowed to stand taller than the king, but this was the only exception.

The look he gave you made you throb terribly. Your thighs squeezed in an attempt to sate that ache, but to no avail of course, not when the king was looking at you like he was going to devour you in that instance.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and you swallowed as you slowly did as he said.

Your heart practically slammed against your ribcage as your body buzzed in anticipation. Heat slowly enveloped your face, warming you to the tip of your ears. Your breathing became almost too hard as if all the air in your lungs was getting pumped right out of you.

“Bend over.”

You swallowed. Your eyes widened as your stomach did a flip. You complied with shaky breath as you leaned forward, widening your legs apart, exposing every part of you to him. The golden jewelry he had adorned you rattled softly, hanging off your neck as you stood there as your breathing labored, anticipating his touch.

Your breath wavered when you felt his hand cup the back of your thigh just below the swell of your buttcheek. His thumb rubbed gently at the sensitive skin that was near the lips of your pussy, but he made no effort to touch it just yet.

Namor could feel himself shuddering slightly in his throne as he parted your folds, exposing your most intimate part to him. His mouth salivated as he watched you tremble before him.

Slick slowly seeped out of your exposed hole, and it made his mouth water. Desire pooled at his loin. He could feel his erection pressing quite insensibly, demanding its own attention. The urge to just pull you back and let you bounce on his cock was slowly becoming overwhelming, almost to the point where it clouded his judgment. He imagined the way your pussy would squeeze and stretch around his length, and the way you moaned out his name. His need to be in control was wavering.

“You’re so wet already, and we haven’t even begun yet,” he teased as he slowly stroked at your slippery folds. More slick began to leak out, and your thighs shook as you stood there, feeling the way his rough fingertips traced and explored the delicate flesh.

You swallowed hard as you felt your king push the tip of his finger past your swollen nether lips, teasing and testing you. You bit down hard on your lip, trying to stifle that moan from ever coming out of your mouth.

You knew the sort of depravity he was capable of, but this was new compared to his other game. You could feel his breath fanning over the lips of your pussy, hot and humid over the moist, sensitive flesh. Your hands desperately reached over to your knees, aching for any sort of support just to keep you from toppling over and falling right over the massive throne.

“Just look at how your body reacts to me–feel that, you’re practically swallowing my finger, my love,” he murmured as he slowly pushed his finger inside you. “Are you imagining something else in its place–something thicker perhaps?”

Your body shook slightly, and a groan rumbled in your throat as you relished the way his thick finger worked at your slick heat. “Since you like sucking on my fingers so much, perhaps I can entertain you with them a bit, don’t you like that.”

You nodded as you swallowed another lump in your throat.

He was retaliating alright–the dirty talking, and the way he dropped his voice an octave lower. The slow torturous stroke of his finger–just slowly stringing you up to the point where you are just a needy mess.

He loved every moment of it.

A surprised gasp slipped past your lips as he licked across the seam of your folds. The feeling of his warm, velvety tongue traced along your opening was almost too much that it made your legs waver. His hand gripped your thighs and pulled you into him further as he delved his tongue right into your hole.

Another depraved sound drew out of you as you struggled to keep your composure. Perspiration dusted your skin. Your nails were digging hard into your thighs as you tried your hardest to hold on to reality, which was slowly slipping slowly the more he was licking so deliberately with just his tongue.

A delightful groan coming from your king reverberated straight to your pussy, creating a vibration that was much needed for your swollen clit.

His tongue continued to work you, teasing your opening, rimming it in slow circles first before letting his tip nudge and pushed your clit. Then he began to fuck you with shallow penetrations, short and quick, pushing into your tight heat. Your legs were wavering, but Namor was keeping you in place with his strong grip. Whenever your body slacked a bit too much, he would pull you in with a force that made you gasp out loud.

“My king,” you practically cried out as your body strained and ached from straining and clenching so hard. “Please…”

“Hmmm…?”

You whined. “My king, please. I learned my lesson.”

“No you don’t” he mumbled right into your pussy, before he lewdly sucked on the lips.

You attempted to pull away but to no avail of course. It only encouraged him further to fuck you deeper as his tongue allowed.

You turned and looked at him over your shoulders. The sight of your teary eyes, and parted lips drove him further into his desires. The urge of bending you over and fucking you over this throne was becoming more and more apparent.

It wasn’t long until you came with a stifled cry. Your body convulsed and strained, almost falling over if it wasn’t for his grip.

He pulled you back until you were seated right on his lap. Your head lolled on his shoulder, inhaling his masculine scent. His arousal was apparent as his hardness pressed against your lower back. Your king kept you there, allowing you to feel the way you have made him feel.

Namor’s hand slowly slithered up your body–from your stomach, up to your chest, which he paused to squeeze at your mound. His fingers teased at your nipple, twisting the hard nub between his fingers until it was perked up.

“You must think it is over now, don’t you?” His voice was still low and deep, and a gentle rumble on the ocean floor. His fingers slowly stroke the valley between your breasts, then further up until he is tracing the delicate skin of your neck.

He lingered there.

Your eyes fluttered when he trailed his hand down to the column of your throat. The thought of him slowly losing his grip made your pussy throb to the point where it was aching, wishing, and hoping for some sort of release.

“Are you going to make your king work for this, or what? Guide me,” he said. His breath fanned warmly against your cheek. “Put me inside you.”

Your throat went dry as you struggled.

Namor sucked in his breath when you began fisting him in your hand, pumping his thick, cock from root to tip, relishing the weight in your hand–he was heavy and warm. Hard, but also soft like hot steel wrapped in velvet.

You were enamored by the feelings, of course, especially knowing that you did this to him–to the king, to the living God himself. No one dared to come as close to you as you had with your king.

Your lover.

Your paramour.

Namor felt like he was about to lose it the moment your hand wrapped around him. His eyes fluttered, mouth hung agape, while he leaned his head back against the throne. His groan rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against your back.

Beads of his precum leaked out of the slit of the fat head of his cock, covering your hands with his slick as the pleasure continued to build at the base of his spine. Your mouth watered at the sight of the feelings alone. It didn’t help that his hand was kneading your breast this whole time.

It was a deadly combination–the kind that made your pussy ache and squeezed at nothing, wishing to have his dick inside you.

“You’re going to make me come, my love,” he warned as he squeezed at your soft flesh hard enough to pull you out of your little trance.

You replied back with a little whining noise as he continued.

“I said put me inside you, not stroking me. If I wanted to come, I would have used your mouth, my dear. Now, don’t make me remind you again, my sweet. We know how I get when I have to repeat myself.”

You bit your lips and nodded. The tone of his voice made you shiver as you rose slowly till there was enough height for you to position yourself. With a shaky hand, you lined the head of his cock at your quivering opening.

With one deep breath, you slowly sank down onto his length. Your eyes fluttered shut as he slowly stretched you and filled you till your mind was clouded with nothing but the thought of him alone. Every inch you swallowed him was a desirous burn as your body tried to adjust to him

His groan came out like a deep guttural noise, lacing with the breathless panting. Your name fell from his lips no more than a whisper as you began to bounce on his cock, impaling yourself slowly and deeply. Your thighs burned from the effort, but you didn’t care.

Namor let out a low groan as you moved. You began to set the pace, slowly at first before you caught on, allowing yourself to get lost in the rhythm of your movement, setting the pace by the sound of his breathing–slowed when he gasped, and quickened when he was silent.

His hand caged your body, entombing you in his hold as he began to control the speed and angle of your descent. Your body was attuned to his movement as your head fell on his shoulder. You became lax as he eased you all the way down to the hilt. His arms reached around your body and crossed over your chest. Your thighs draped on top of his, spreading you wide open.

Perspiration coated your skin, making it slick where your body joined. Every movement was torturous and desirous all at once–like swallowing fire and being bathed in the warmth of euphoria.

Namor reached between your legs and began to massage your exposed clit, circling it with his fingers all the while he was fucking you with determination. It was no longer about punishing you, but rather making you feel what he wants you to feel and when he wanted you to feel it.

He was fucking you so hard that you could feel your teeth rattling every time he brought you down. Your mind scrambled the faster he pistoned his hips and drove himself into you. It felt like you were torn in half and being put back together again all at once.

Your rapture drew near the more he was toying with your clit while he drove his cock in and out of you with vigor. You climax with a cry as you convulse and straighten above him, but it doesn't matter. Namor continued to fuck you and used you until he too reached his own released. He came long and hard. A wash of heat filled you up with his seed.

It was quite sometime before your breathing slowed once again. Your eyes fluttered open to find that the king had snuggled you close to his body, tucking your head under his chin. His masculine scent filled your nostril, warming you from the inside. Every part of you was hyper-aware of him and him only.

“I need to rile you up more often,” you said softly, still trying to pull air into your lungs as you looked up to your love.

The King grunted, but you noticed the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. You knew he enjoyed this perhaps more than you do.

“Are you telling me you don’t like it?”

Namor squeezed you slightly, which made a giggle slip out of you.

“We should leave before we get caught.”

“You’re changing the subject, my king. I’m sure Attuma can wait for your presence.”

“Hmm, I really don’t know what you mean,” he said as he cradled you in his arms. You laughed before Namor silenced you with a long deep kiss.

This was so worth the punishment, you smirked.

A/N: my condolences to the beautiful throne. 🫣

#namor x reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor imagine #tenoch huerta #namor fanfiction #namor smut

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pupyuj · 3 months

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yujin being your impatient gf and just fucks you hard in her room while her parents are in the other room 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

++ can i be your 🐮 anon? heeheeee

super late but the inspiration just randomly struck me—

okay but not just her parents and instead, her family 🤭 she brings you over for dinner bcs she wanted her family to finally meet her cute and awesome gf but you just had to wear the prettiest dress and wear your hair in the prettiest way that yujin could not sit still in her chair with her pants all tight bcs of you 😒 all things considered the dinner went well and her family fell in love you with half as much as yujin did but fuck… yujin had to steal you away to one of the guest rooms just to give herself some relief 😵‍💫

yujin would have your face pressed up against the door while she pounded your cunt from behind… using the full length of her thick cock to stretch you out 😵‍💫 “you did this on purpose, didn’t you…?” she’d taunt and from the sickening smile that formed on your face… yujin knew the answer,, your lips nearly bled with how hard you bit on them to conceal your sounds but with how hard your body shook against the door after each and every one of yujin’s thrusts… well, her family wouldn’t have to think too hard about what the two of you are up to!

but yujin was being so loud too… whining while she had her face hidden on your shoulder 😣 she’s such a baby about it all too! muttering “please, please, please” while she desperately chased after a quick orgasm but feeling so good inside you that she can’t help but prolong everything 😣 you can tell she’s trying to be careful but even you can’t wait until it was nighttime for the two of you to do this so you make sure to make it last! 😝 thrusting back into yujin and having to cover your mouth when she started going faster… her hands tightly gripping your hips while she used your cunt like a toy 🫠🫠

“you’re such a… b-bad girl… letting my family find out how much of a slut you are on the night y-you’re meeting them for the f-first time… ahh…! fuck—!” yujinnie whispers all these degrading things in your ear as she abuses your pussy with her cock but she’s being so cute that you couldn’t really feel bad!

“you like it.. mhnn…! don’t you, pup?” and yujin was fucking gone 🥰 all that remained was your desperate, puppy girlfriend who did nothing but whine and pant in your ear until she came—biting your shoulder as she dumped her cum inside you 😌 she’d be so blinded by pleasure that she’d still be thrusting while cumming 😵‍💫 gosh, you’d have to tap out just to let her know that you’ve had enough… and babygirl would apologize for going a bit overboard aww 🥺🥺

the two of you would come out of that room disheveled, sure! but you were decent people so you’d make the effort to doll yourselves up just right, erasing any trace of what the two of you did in that room… except for those very noticeable bite marks on your shoulder that you couldn’t cover up bcs of your dress 😝 and who knows what’ll happen at night… when the two of you go home and yujin finally and truly has you all to herself?? ☺️

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kisseobie · 27 days

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Hello🫣🫣 may I request p1harmony reaction to you wearing something short/revealing when going out clubbing? Thank youuu☺️☺️

p1harmony reacting to you wearing revealing clothes

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: suggestive

tags: established relationships, clingy piwon, the boys are.. boys, clubbing, drinking (aged up for seobsoul), non idol au

a/n: it’s funny bc i was JUST reading an exact post like this a few minutes ago so anon if u were the same person who sent @ntoniac a request for the same thing i hope i can do it justice bc hers had me giggling and kicking my feet .. ANYWAYS! once again i apologize for slow updates i unfortunately am a student amidst a depressive episode soooooo it takes me a bit longer to write :( i hope u all can understand

𖧷 keeho

is honestly so cheesed. the type to insist to take pictures of you on his phone before you two actually make your way out, already mentally planning out which photo he’s gonna use in his next photo dump. is always super grabby with his hands, but its somehow amplified tonight. constantly has his arm lazily perched on your shoulder, and he often whispers cute little compliments into your ear every now and then. doesn’t really mind when people approach you to talk to you, doesn’t even necessarily care when said people make quick glances at your cleavage and the short length of your skirt. you two have an immense level of trust in your relationship, so he’s not one to feel insecure when people admire his girl. i can see kyo as the type to drag you onto the dance floor too, just so he can spin you around and feel your ass rub against the frontside of his jeans. eventually does end up posting those photos he took of you earlier on instagram, but not without captioning it something like “that’s all me”

𖧷 theo

doesn’t care about how short and tight your mini dress is, just wants it off of you by the end of the night. when you first skipped into the living room, beaming as you showed off your outfit of choice to him, theo had to hold himself back from kissing you silly. just like keeho, the simple concept of his girlfriend wearing a revealing outfit doesn’t make him super possessive, but he does make himself known to onlookers as your boyfriend in other ways, whether that be holding your drink and purse for you without you even asking him to, or sneaking up behind you to pepper kisses along your neck when your in the middle of conversation with someone. he makes his presence known but also wants to ensure that you have a carefree, enjoyable night without feeling like you have to tend to your boyfriend the entire time. taeyang definitely does admire your cleavage when he gets the chance too though, shamelessly stares at your chest and just giggles in reply when you scold him for doing so… loves to flirt with you even more than he usually does tbh

𖧷 jiung

is the overly possessive boyfriend that will whine and beg you to change. in reality, he doesn’t actually expect you to change your outfit, but lets you know (whilst pouting) that although you look hot and he wants to devour you, he also is very nervous about the unwanted attention you might get. it’s not a bad thing really! jiung just wants to be the only man that gets to see you in such a tiny top. although he might complain at first, you don’t miss the obvious blush on his face, silently signaling to you that he secretly loves when you dress this way. he’s not a very touchy person, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t interlock your fingers the entire night, even giving your hand gentle squeezes when you give someone else a little too much attention for his liking. glares at anyone who might whistle at you or even just look in your general vicinity for a bit too long. quickly shuts down offers himself from other guys that have the balls to ask you to dance. yeah, your not being let out of his sight looking that good. he’s just obsessed with you and wants you all to himself, sorry!

𖧷 intak

actually is the one who helps you pick out your outfit! tak himself wants to spend the night out showing off his beautiful girlfriend so he purposely convinces you to wear the shortest denim skirt you own, paired with an equally revealing spaghetti strap crop top. comes up behind you when your adjusting your outfit in the mirror to wrap his arms around your waist and perch his chin on your right shoulder, shooting down any concerns you might have about your outfit being kind of “whorish” (your words, not his!). is your personal hype man. you look good and he’s gonna make you feel good. loves to watch you on the dance floor from a nearby barstool, having the time of your life with your friends. after you’ve tired yourself out, you walk towards him to join him at the bar and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to eye your entire body from top to bottom and let out an obnoxious whistle. he’s sooooo sweet frat boy coded… definitely asks if he can take a body shot off of you whilst winking and you just roll your eyes in response. when he ends up drunk out of his mind and you have to drag him inside your shared cab, he’s mumbling the sweetest praises to you before he falls asleep against your shoulder

𖧷 soul

doesn’t really have much to say, but his body language speaks for itself. like most of piwon, his possessiveness is at a minimum, and like intak, he loves when you feel confident enough to dress this way. maybe it’s the introvert in him, but he lives vicariously through your bold outfit choices. loves to give you kisses on your exposed collarbone as he smoothens out a crease on your silk skirt. he also loves the way your stomach peeks out of your cropped top, and he holds onto your waist when kissing you to circle his thumbs on the area. stares at you lovingly the entire night, and doesn’t falter when your eyes meet every now and then. he comes up to you towards the end of the night and whispers into your ear about how he thinks you look so pretty and that he loves this outfit. you definitely end up seeing a more vocal side of him when the alcohol kicks in, and you swoon at how lovey dovey his words are. he just wants you to feel pretty and confident and he ends up succeeding in proving that to you! makes really bad attempts at flirting which ends up in the pair of you laughing your asses off. overall shota makes you feel beautiful and you make mental notes to bring him out wearing revealing clothes more often

𖧷 jongseob

djsjdkajdjsj i have to write my boyfriend as clingy as possible. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to sit on the end of your bed, aimlessly scrolling on his phone and taking little peeks at you every now and then while your doing your makeup on your vanity. when you finish your makeup and go to your closet to change into the tiny little dress you’ve chosen for the evening, you’re honestly a bit nervous as to how your boyfriend will react to how bodycon and short the attire is, but you look and feel hot and that encourages you to step out in front of him. he notices your presence right away and looks up at your face, then chest, then thighs, and then turns off and tucks his phone into his back pocket and grabs at you to sit on his lap. gives you the sweetest kiss imaginable and pulls away to look at you with disbelief. asks you something along the lines of “how did i get so lucky?” and his hands run all over the material of your dress. his boldness is new but very welcome and he spends a good while complimenting you, asking you where you bought this dress, and playing with your hair with a smug grin on his face. gets soooo excited to take you out and wastes no time in calling an uber so he can show you off to the world. feels like he’s on cloud 9!

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bratbby333 · 1 month

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literally just any smutty choso fic pls ☹️☝️

careful what you wish for, my sweet anon...i got a bit carried away

┊˚ ｡*ੈ ☁️‧₊˚ ❝ your majesty ❞ ˚ ｡˚ -choso kamo

⋆˖⁺‧₊♰ nsfw mdni ♰₊‧⁺˖⋆

cw: concubine!choso/dom!reader, infidelity, blasphemy, oral (f!receiving) wc: 2.3k edited by the loveliest: @remlionheart ༉‧₊˚. dumped my religious trauma into this one, i apologize

Upon the sacred grounds of your kingdom, there are only two rules to live by; No sex and no masturbation, for these sins grant you a one-way ticket into the fiery infernos of hell. This rule applies to everyone but you, of course. You are the queen, after all. You run your domain with unyielding power. You are a hard and fast ruler, feared by all who inhabit your realm.

You are serviced by your concubine, Choso, his timid, submissive disposition suiting you perfectly. You allow Choso to indulge in sexual pleasure that other inhabitants of your land are denied, while also relieving your own frustrations. You are his only exception.

You attend many assemblies throughout the day, some boring and some enthralling. A few banishments here, a couple executions there. You walk the grounds of your domain, taking in the fresh air, reveling in the way the setting sun kisses your skin. Your back is tense, and the expectations that the throne places upon you rest heavily on your shoulders. You need release. You need Choso. You send a nearby servant to fetch him, requesting he be bathed and brought to your room. He’s most likely doing his evening chores; he’s a diligent worker. Driven. Strong. Attractive. There’s no question as to why you chose him to pleasure you.

Strolling the marble walls of your castle, pondering the pros and cons of trade with a neighboring stronghold, your focus is interrupted by the lewd sounds of low grunts and wet flesh. You pause in front of the servant quarters, noticing the door is closed as you press your ear against it. The hair on the back of your neck stands upright, your suspicions confirmed while you listen in. No, this will not do. It is forbidden to partake in such activities and to do so within your kingdom's walls? Punishment is eminent. Your hand will strike down upon the offenders, mercy cast to the wayside.

You push open the wooden doors, your enraged stare falling upon your concubine, Choso, ramming himself deep into one of your handmaids. His strong, muscular back positioned towards you, her cries of pleasure overtaking the sound of you opening the heavy spruce door. Fury courses through your body, but you can’t help but marvel at the sight before you. His broad, toned back tensing with every thrust, the sweet symphony of moans dancing through the still air. You grit your teeth, fists clenching on either side of your body, your heavy gown and tight corset making it far more difficult to breathe when coupled with your lungs constricting in a fit of jealousy. A knot forms in your stomach as you watch Choso toss his head back in pure bliss, his hips stilling as he unloads into her. Betrayal drives a stake through your heart as you watch your sweet concubine find pleasure elsewhere.

Your voice broke through their post-coital bliss with ease.

“Guards!” you shout, and not a second later, three armored men are at your side. The two of them jump at the sudden intrusion of your voice, Choso breaking away from his secret whore as his shameful stares meet your wounded eyes. The hurt doesn’t stay on your face for long though, blind rage soon replacing it.

“Seize her, leave the man to me,” you direct with the wave of your gloved hand. Within an instant, the guards pull the woman from the bed, dragging her down the hall before turning the corner, heading toward the dungeon. Her desperate pleas and anguished apologies echo through the castle walls. You pay her no mind as your attention falls onto Choso.

“Your majesty, I-” he begins, but is abruptly interrupted by your palm suspending in front of you, your daring eyes begging for him to disobey your signal for silence. He knows better than to push his luck in this moment, the fact that he isn’t being dragged away with the woman brings a wave of hopefulness in regards to your leniency with his punishment. But his naive ideations of your forgiveness are all in vain as you bring your hand back down to your side before speaking again.

“To my chambers.”

He stays frozen, his fear-stricken body glued to the floor by your overpowering demeanor, and your waning patience snaps at his continued insubordination.

“Now, Choso. I will not ask again,” you demand, eyes never faltering. He bows his head complicitly before reaching for his undergarments.

“Don’t bother redressing,” you add, a tinge of seduction filtering its way through your harsh tone. His head snaps to meet yours, rouge painting his pale skin. He knows better than to object, especially now that you've caught him breaking the kingdom's holiest rule. Walking through the castle completely nude is the easiest punishment to digest. Heat prickles through his skin at the thought of what was in store for him and he prays that he makes it out alive. He inhales deeply through his nose before taking small, timid steps toward you. You glower at him as he gets closer, turning on your heels to exit as he dutifully shadows you down the hall.

He kneels in front of your bed out of instinct, placing his palms against his thighs. You call for your servants to remove your dressings. He doesn’t have the gall to watch as you are derobed. He shifts anxiously as you perch yourself at the edge of the bed in your master suit, looking up at you with prayerful eyes, taking in your body as you sit fully naked before him. He swallows the lump that constricts his throat. You stare down at him, and he's glad he's already seated, because the burning blue embers flickering behind your irises make him feel faint. You are the most ethereal deity in his eyes, his unwavering devotion makes him want to shower you in worship and graciously accept the punishments you dole out. Punishments he unfortunately deserves. You choose him out of everyone in your kingdom and he’s grateful that you allow him to indulge in sexual pleasure, but what does he decide to do with his new found freedom? Guilt gnaws at his flesh; how could he betray you? What possessed him to shatter the pact the two of you shared? Lust overtook his body in his moment of weakness, succumbing to his carnal urges, and now he must repent.

“Disappointed is an understatement, Choso. How dare you desecrate these holy walls with your sins. You petulant man,” you growl. His shoulders drop toward the floor, shrinking into himself at your words, head bowed in submission. Your hand finds the back of his neck, grabbing roughly at his tousled locks, a fistful of his hair between your fingers as you bring his head up to face you. Your other hand squeezes either side of his jaw, forcing his lips to part. You suck in your cheeks and spit.

“Swallow it,” you command. He obeys. You slap him roughly before grabbing him by his throat.

“You defy me within my own domain. This is grounds for beheading. I know you understand the terms of living within my kingdom.” You lecture, your sharp words lashing against his fully exposed body. Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you hold the same power as if you were sat upon your throne, commandeering all who are present. His pleading glances dart around your face, but his body can’t help but enjoy this. You run your eyes over him, his abs tensing and his cock pulsating, his angry red tip oozing like he didn’t just relieve himself in that whore only a few minutes prior.

“Look at you…pathetic. Just came and now you’re ready to cum again.” You laugh at his disheveled state. You meet his eyes once again, bringing your head down to his, extending your tongue to a point and licking along his mouth. He whimpers, lurching forward in hopes to thread his lips with yours. You slap him again, pulling your head back but keeping your faces close. You click your tongue against your teeth at his desperation. You release his head from your clutches with a slight shove, returning to your upright position along the edge of the bed.

“So, tell me, Choso. With your infidelity in mind, am I not enough for you?” you ask simply, crossing one leg over the other. He’s confused by your question, his mouth hanging open in hopes that your statement is rhetorical. If he says no, it’s his head on the chopping block. If he says yes, you will laugh in his face as you question the sanctity of his loyalty to you. Rightfully so, as you had caught him in the act of betrayal. Your eyes bore into him, head cocked to the side.

“Speak,” you snap. He shudders at the gravitational pull of your energy.

“You are everything to me, your Majesty…everything and more. I-I will forever be at your service. I repent. I give my body to you, and only you. P-please…make me holy again.” He hopes he chose the right words to spare his life. And lucky for him, he did. In truth, you didn’t want to lose him as your concubine just as much as he didn’t want to lose his life. You smile down at him, your hands reaching out to cup either side of his face, leaning back down so your faces are level.

“Are you willing to show me how sorry you are?" you ask, softer now, eyes low as you lean yourself back on your elbows. He groans at the sight of your exposed cunt and nods back furiously, leaning forward obediently to rest his cheek on your bare thigh, the smell of your sweetness overtaking him.

“Look at me when I address you, Choso, and use your words.” Your voice returns to its original harshness, using two fingers to bring his head back up to look at you.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Let me show you how sorry I am. I’ll do anything for you.” he whimpers out, trying his best to maintain eye contact with you.

"Then make me cum, my sweet little concubine.” His expression brightens ever so slightly, gazing admirably into your eyes. This punishment isn’t so bad, he loves the way you taste.

"Can I touch you? P-please, My Queen...just want to pleasure you," he begs, his overwhelming arousal coupled with his fear of upsetting you again cause him to stutter. His eyes dart back and forth between yours, his eyebrows furrowed. His cheeks are blisteringly warm and he’s practically vibrating against your touch in anticipation. You're pleased with his desperation, nodding with approval, your lips curling into a mischievous grin.

His warm, wet mouth latches onto your pussy almost immediately, his tongue thrashing against your slit and lips sucking greedily on your throbbing bud. He hums in content, the taste of you coating his tongue deliciously, his body yearning for more as he devours you. You arch your back, thrusting your hips toward his mouth.

"S-so eager to please," you breathe out, words laced with the intention of mockery, your fingers interlocking in his dark, mussed hair. You groan at the sight of his lustful eyes staring back up at you through his disheveled bangs.

"That’s it. Show me how much I mean to you…earn your forgiveness." Your words ring through his ears, spurring him on. Moans cascade from your plump, parted lips. He whines at your noises, the delicious sounds you make only for him. Clinging to the sweet melodies of your gospel, his pace picks up, sucking aggressively, hungrily, as if he needs to drink you up completely to survive.

His thick fingers tease your hole before plunging inside, the pads of his digits curling perfectly to massage your sweet spot. Your head falls back, back flush against your silk sheets, grinding even deeper into his mouth.

"My little slut…so thirsty for my cum, aren’t you," you gasp out, the tightness in your tummy intensifying.

He hums greedily, continuing to pump into you, suckling harshly on your sensitive clit. He removes his mouth from your center before quickly replacing his tongue with the fingers of his free hand, rubbing quick, firm circles into your clit.

"Please give me your cum...need to taste your sweetness. P-please, Your Majesty," he pleads, dipping his head back to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking at you with fervor, the pace of his fingers relentlessly pumping into you. His deep voice sends ripples of arousal through your pelvis. His desperate words hang in the air, his frantic fingering and famished mouth against your core sending you over the edge. Your hips rut, thighs shaking as you cry out for him as you spray your release across his face. His rhythm continues while he works you through your blinding orgasm, groaning into you, tasting the hallowed juices he so hopelessly craved.

His fingers slow, his lips detaching from your throbbing clit with a satisfying pop. He beams with pride, panting as he drinks in the heavenly glow emanating off your body, his lips swollen and his face wet from your release, your body aching as the waves of your orgasm finally simmer down.

"My good boy...so precious," you praise, sitting up, your hands cupping his cheeks, his eyes lighting up. Your chest heaves as you work to regain your breath. He nuzzles his face against your thigh, his hands massaging your calves, sighing contently as you stroke his head, tucking strands of his hair behind his ear.

“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine,” he whispers into your skin.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚

author notes: wooo weee this was fun to write. had been dying to do a dom!reader, i hope yall liked it ♡ willing to do a part two of this!!

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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 8 months

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I was wondering if you do fluff/sfw fics, I love your writings! If so I would request some domestic fluff with one of cillians characters, I'm a sucker for that cute cuddly shit. <3

VISIONS OF SUCH SWEET DAYS ─── neil lewis 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “I hold you like the first time. I love your heart and all that you are. When I think of us it seems absurd to not believe in eternity.” — a letter to Albert Camus, María Casares.

pairing. neil lewis x reader

summary. domestic headcanons w/neil lewis!

warnings. tooth-rotting fluff, married life, domesticity, mutual pining, bestfriends-to-lovers

word count. 2.4k

a/n. ik this probably won’t get much attention cus theres no smut but this was sm fun to write!!! tysm anon & im so sorry requests are taking long to do😭schools taking precedent for me atm! also this wasn’t proofread i apologize😓 lastly, the title is from “apocalypse” by cigarettes after sex :)

P.S. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR 2000 FOLLOWERS AHHHH I LOVE U GUYS SM!!!

Being in a relationship with Neil Lewis doesn’t change a thing at all. Your dynamic has stayed the same since you were just friends: you two were like an old married couple-- even before you did get married.

For years, it made Jonathan and Lucien wrinkle their noses, and you ponder about the matter often, how lovey-dovey you two had actually been without even realizing it…

🎬 you used to visit him at work with takeout after he complained about forgetting his lunch over the phone. he’d light up when you walked in, why’re you here?! on his tongue before you lifted up the plastic bag, and he’d smile that boyish smile of his, warm and appreciative and so neil, the same sweet neil you’d known since you were young.

“forget your lunch again, neil?” you’d grin. “i bet you could recite the seventh seal word by word but forget if you brushed your teeth this morning.” “you wound me!” he’d press a hand to his heart, theatrically pretending he’d gotten stabbed, “you don’t have to bet— i can recite the seventh seal word by word.”

🎬 when his washer broke, and he was too busy to get it fixed, you offered to wash his laundry for him. obviously, the thought of you handling his clothes — his intimates — had him mortified, so he suggested he just come over to yours and put a load in instead. still, the day dissolved into the two of you folding your laundry side by side, humming nostalgic tunes alongside your handheld radio.

“oh, god, change the station,” he’d groan, haphazardly tossing one of his newly rolled up tube socks into a plastic laundry bin. “hm? how come?” you questioned absently. “they’re playing that song, y’know— from homecoming?” “when that girl -- what was her name, again? -- dumped you?” “ugh, don’t remind me and please, just change it already!”

🎬 with adulthood came change, and honestly, the two of you didn’t get to see each other as often as you wanted, so neil proposed that you spend at least one night a week eating dinner together. once, you decided to cook instead of eating out, but neil got impatient. he wandered over to your figure in the kitchen, whining that he was about to keel over and die since you were taking so long. you rolled your eyes, but relented, holding up the wooden spoon and letting him taste-test, asking if it was too salty or too sweet. maybe it was because he was hungry, or your food was something so nostalgic and familiar to him, but he absolutely melted at the taste, singing praises the entire night.

🎬 sometimes you & neil’s movie-nights would drift off a little too late into the night, and the two of you would fall asleep on his couch together. you’d wake up, a strained, uncomfortable tangle of limbs and blankets, but you still felt right at home— snug against neil’s warm body, his familiar scent clinging to your skin.

🎬 since neil rarely got out of the house, you made it your mission to expose that man to the sunlight as much as possible; you didn't exactly want your bestfriend to get jaundice because he was binge-watching humphrey bogart's entire filmography for days in a row. you’d take him everywhere and anywhere: the two of you would go to the sunday farmers market downtown, looking at all the booths and tents laid out, buying fresh fruit and vegetables as opposed to, what you called, “overpriced, super-market big-box store garbage”, to which, neil would say, “is this a dig at me? because you know i’m terrible at grocery shopping, i cant help buying whatever’s easiest!”

🎬 other days, you’d walk in the park side by side, taking in the fresh air and throwing bread at ducks despite the DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS sign in bright yellow, snickering like school children.

“that one looks just like you,” you’d giggle, pointing at a particularly ugly looking one, flailing about in the water and splashing its siblings. “hardy-har, that’s very funny,” neil snorted, pushing you playfully. “jokes on you, it’s probably just like the ugly duckling.” “poor neil, is this your way of telling me you were switched at birth?”

🎬 sometimes, the two of you would sneak on top of your work building’s roof and, well, people-watch, picking a random person and dictating what you thought they were doing that day.

neil pointed at a lady wearing a furry wolf costume, and you filled in what you thought. “oh, oh, she’s going to her kids' birthday! the guy they hired to be a wolf didn’t show up, so mom decided to do it herself.” “good on her, but i don’t think it's her kids birthday she’s going to…” he trailed off, and you looked at him confused, before he gestured to the fur-suit-wearing woman entering a strip club. “huh,” you’d blink, “kinky.”

🎬 despite the confidence he projects at gumshoe video, considering he dresses up in some silly costume every week, the guy is absolutely terrified at booking his own appointments. it doesn't matter what it is, dental or medical or even a haircut, he stumbles and hangs up at the slightest rise of panic within him. its funny the first few times, but you could not deal with it anymore after he was sick with something he “didn’t know” because he was too nervous to call his doctor. you booked the first few, but then you taught him, shoving the phone in his hand and pantomiming what to do silently in front of him.

“uh, um, i’d like to book my - my-“ neil froze, mind going blank. you smacked your forehead lightly in exasperation, then pretended to inject yourself with a needle. “my, um, routine-- routine vaccinations!”

🎬 it took a few tries, but he finally got the hang of it— a big achievement on his part, but your number’s still hooked up to his dentist, so you have to remind him every time that he has to book his cleaning.

Nothing about your love has changed, not a single thing from back then, and honestly, maybe you loved him the whole time. Thought there certainly is a more romantic tone to your relationship now…

🎬 waking up next to neil might be one of the sweetest sights you’ve ever seen. usually, it’s him who wakes up first— he’s a light sleeper, while you sleep like the dead. your eyes flutter open, and there he is, piercing blue eyes drifting past your every feature. his gaze is tense and consuming but tender and loving all at once; you feel like he’s seeing through you, but it's in a good way-- you want to bare your heart on your sleeve for him because he does it for you. his hands are smooth on your side, holding you close, and he brings one up to cradle your face when he notices you’re awake.

“goodmorning,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “morning, you little creep,” you grin against his skin, “do you watch me every morning?” he rolled his eyes, “not every morning… i can’t when you go to work early, obviously.”

🎬 your wedding is the funniest thing you’re ever experienced. sure, most people want it to be beautiful and perfect, but you were content with anything— hell, neil could’ve married you with just his cardboard cutout of ingrid bergman as the sole witness and you’d still swoon. it’s funny because your families have this chemical energy about them when they’re together— they get along like a house on fire, and it’s just, seriously, seriously chaotic. all your friends being there doesn’t help either, especially when you were 99% sure your other best friend, violet, was pickpocketing the plus-ones you didn’t know.

“is that your aunt, or my cousin’s girlfriend?” neil asked in a whisper, taking a large bite of your red-velvet wedding cake. “i’m not sure…” you knit your brows, “but that is lucien asking for her number.”

🎬 you had gotten sick before with neil knowing before, obviously, but living with him while you’re sick means he makes it his personal mission to cater to your every need. he supplies you with dozens of pillows and blankets if you’re chilly, and will just as quickly fling them across the room if you break out a sweat. he’s by your side the whole time, even though you protest and fume that he’ll get sick too, but he says he doesn’t care, not when the love of his life is suffering. he’s so devoted to you, and it gets downright irritating at times like these, but you can’t deny how warm being showered in his love feels; being taken care of, doted on, his wide blue eyes peering into you for any sign of discomfort at all so he can quickly fix it.

just a single could i have some water? and neil’s hauling a thirty-six pack of plastic bottles into your bedroom. “just in case,” he pants, “dehydration’s a big problem when you’re sick, okay?!”

🎬 this man is a fiend!!! for spooning. little spoon or big spoon, he does not care okay maybe he likes being the little spoon a lil bit more he just adore having you near him. when he’s the big spoon, he pulls you real close, your face in the crook of his neck as he pets the back of your head gently, your arms wrapping around his waist. it’s the perfect angle because he gets to see your darling beautiful eyes looking up at him in the way you know he folds for every time. when he’s the little spoon, hes wastes no time in curling up against you, his head resting on your chest. theres just something so comforting about the position, be it your hands running through his brown locks, your legs hooked over his, or how his hands come up under your shirt and make you shiver, but you let it happen anyway, because you know how much he loves feeling your warmth under his fingertips.

🎬 neil is terrible, downright terrible at cooking… but he is a genius when the oven mitts come out! his silly little cinephile brain apparently made ample enough space for him to hone his baking skills, and when he’s not working or watching movies or cuddling with you, he’s in the kitchen, flour unknowingly on his face as he beats the living hell out of some poor egg whites.

“c’mere,” you usher him over, your eyes crinkling at his state: he was wearing a frilly hot-pink tartan apron with a heart-shaped chest — a gag gift you got him last christmas— while he piped chocolate ganache frosting on cupcakes. he drifted over to you absently, eyes still trained on the treats. they snapped straight over to you however, when you leaned in, presumably to give him a kiss, and instead darted your tongue out to lick the frosting on his cheek. “hey!” he gasped, face flushing as he scrambled to wipe away the saliva on his face. “you could’ve just said you wanted a taste.” “wouldn’t get such a cute reaction though, now would i?” you winked.

🎬 when a song comes on that doesn’t bubble up traumatic juvenile memories, you’re quick to clasp neil’s hand on your own, letting the music take you wherever, be it in your kitchen or at gumshoe video.

“dance with me,” you said, like it was a question, but already pulling neil up by the arm off your livingroom couch. your arms hooked around his neck as his hands rested softly on your waist, a familiar and comforting pressure on the flesh as you two swayed back and forth in tune to the music. “do we have a song?” you wondered, shifting your feet on the hardwood floor and looking up at him through your lashes. “the one from our wedding, probably,” he answered, “but this can be it if you want.” it’s some song you’ve never heard before, but its a good one, something you both like. “sure,” you murmur, turning to the side and resting your head on his chest as he pulled you close, swaying still. “i love you,” you said suddenly, and you heard neil let out a soft exhale of breath. “i love you, too. i think marrying you was the best thing i ever did.” “i think letting the weird new kid sit next to me at lunch was the best thing i ever did.”

All in all, married life with Neil is a dream, and entirely what you expected: you understand him like you do breathing. this love for him is innate, ingrained within you, and you know its the same for him— the love he’s shown you this whole time is the same pure thing, a tender and married adoration.

You know your husband so well you swear you could pick him out of a group by heartbeat alone; how it skips and stutters at the sound of your voice, how his heart pumps with a love only he can provide. There’s no-one else but Neil for you-- no one.

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 11 months

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Sagau touched starved reader but you know got trauma so not comfortable with being touched. Like staring like a cat for affection but terrified of being hugged back or things like that

You got it, Anon! Though, I will warn you a little: I'm not going to go too deep into detail with the trauma stuff. It'll be very brief.

Touch Starved! Reader Wanting Hugs From Zhongli, Diluc, and Al-Haitham...With A Twist.

Zhongli

The moment he realizes that you are touched-starved, this old man isn't exactly sure what to do. After all, you got some extreme PTSD going on after the whole "imposter-creator" fiasco.

He does try to approach it as a topic, but since you're weary of (quite literally) everyone and find suspicion in every action, you kind of catch on to his intentions. And Zhongli notices this, but he's still going to take it slow.

"I assure you, Your Grace, I will not push your boundaries lest you are uncomfortable." He's sincere and means every word. To him, this is like signing a contract. He's the God of Contracts, so this is especially important to him. What he says is solid as stone—his dedication to prove that is clear as day.

This man is also very keen—he sees how you look like a touch-starved cat when you want affection, but are too scared to approach and ask. It kind of breaks him, but he doesn't show it because he wants to prove that he's not helping out of pity, but understanding.

In the end, Zhongli will probably be able to be near you, and get in a few (with consent) head peats that you are very well aware of. It's going to take time for you to warm up to him before this guy gets to hug you.

Diluc

This guy probably understands your intense cat-staring the most. He sometimes feels like that after his father passed. He's very unsure and awkward of what to do, if I'm being honest.

After a little while, of course, Diluc feels like he should place the offer out. He feels too awkward and guilty for just noticing you like this and not doing anything about it.

"Your Grace...I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries, but please know that I am willing to offer you any assistance you need." It's only later does he realize you wanted hugs and were too scared to ask for it.

Yeah...he's not exactly that open with his emotions either, so it will definitely be awkward, but he is willing to give it a few tries. Diluc will also be the first to pull back and apologize if he realizes you are in any discomfort.

To say it took a while is only putting it in the simplest form.

Alhaitham

Oho...if you though Diluc was awkward, consider this man. He's more "thinking machine that feels" than like his roommate ("feeling machine that thinks"), so he definitely does not understand the "social cue" that is your cat-stare.

He has done research (aka read books way back in the days and remembered the contents) and understands the mental turmoil you've gone through, so he has gone through the steps of trying to get out of your way, and also try and link you to a therapist. This, of course, kind of fails.

"Your Grace...please get some therapy. It's beneficial for your mental health." Quite literally might drag Tighnari or someone else into this if he can't convince you. This is quite literally out of his expertise.

The entire "I want a hug" cue flies completely over his head, and had it not been for Kaveh (and/or Nahida), he probably wouldn't have realized his mistake.

...Yes, it took what felt like 3 eternities just for him to try and give you affection. Must I say anything else?

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: AND HERE WE ARE! Anon, I am so sorry for taking 30 years to do this, but I have finished it! Boy, I was so tired and stressed these days, but I'm kinda glad I finished this!

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shima-draws · 2 months

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OK, so thinking about a Sanlu au where Luffy is a Pirate King who gets so many marriage requests but does not want to get married. And so he instead insists that he gets to choose his partner through a contest where all the princes and princesses of like the countries around them or other pirates can like bring him a meal and if he likes it, you get married. The problem is that whenever people bring him food he'll just eat it and move on.

And so obviously the vinsmokes are like. Oh s***, we should get in on that. New Ally? And so they try with some of Sanji's others brothers, but none of them like work because they just made their cooks make their meals and everything.

Then eventually sanji, who wants to escape hears about this. And he knows that he can cook so he makes this amazing meat dish He is ready to present his meal towards the Prince in hopes of like maybe escaping his country and living there with Luffy. But like as he's on the way there, there's like this little girl who's starving, and so he gives her the meal instead. It was a one in a million shot anyway.

Anyway, either Luffy sees him doing this or if this was like the true test for kindness for all his partners, and sanji passes the test. Luffy's like get bring this man to me! So sanji goes before him, and luffy asks if he has a meal for him. All sanji has is like, this old sandwhich that he made for himself for the journey here, and sanji tells luffy that. Luffy tells him to bring it to him anyway, and after a lot of protests, he does. Luffy finally eats it and says that its delicious. He and sanji definitely get married.

Sorry for dumping this on you, but your artwork made me literally fall in love with sanlu so I wanted to share this middle of the night idea with you lol.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ANON THIS IS EVERYTHING.......I'm a SUCKER for AUs like this, ones that kinda give off that Cinderella vibe? The whole 'Well if I have to get married to a random stranger I'm gonna do it my way' trope is always so fun to explore

Luffy's one requirement for a spouse being that they have to cook well is SO on brand for him tbh. I feel like that's something that would be canon too. (Thinks about a situation like that in canon where Luffy's like well nobody can cook better than Sanji so I'll just marry Sanji! And Sanji double takes like wait what hold on a second--)

Even funnier would be if Luffy just met Sanji's brothers and was like. I don't like their vibes they seem mean. And all three of them being SO offended at that lmao

SANJI GIVING HIS DISH TO A STARVING GIRL THO AAAHGFHFHF THAT'S SO. CLENCHES MY TEETH he's so selfless and giving he would absolutely give up all of his dreams just to make sure someone doesn't go hungry I am GOING to cry. And Luffy immediately noticing that, pointing at Sanji and going "Him. I want that one" AGHHH 😭😭😭

ALSO YES THE CALLBACK TO WCI with Sanji's little lunch basket...the food is a total mess it's been rained on and dropped and looks awful but Luffy eats it anyway and says it's delicious...and Sanji's like oh oh oh I think I'm in love with him. Uh-oh.

DON'T APOLOGIZE THIS IS SOOO ADORABLE I'm so glad I got you hooked on Sanlu they are so underrated!!! Going slightly off topic here but I think it's really funny how predictable I am when it comes to getting into new media. Step 1 I watch a show and slowly discover who my Favorites are. Step 2 I end up shipping those favorites together. Step 3 I make that everybody else's problem. Also that ship almost always ends up being the less popular one for some reason?? Which is SO funny to me. Looks at Trustedpartner/Diode, Yujikiri and Tododeku as the most obvious examples of this along with Sanlu

ANYWAY anon I really want to write this can I write this. No guarantees to me actually finishing a full blown fic but oh my godddd this is such a cute idea and is so in character for both of them I'm weeping real tears

#Shima answers questions #I'm going to blow up this is SO THEM!! SO SANLU #I love them so much hahfhghfsanda #I love Cinderella-esque AUs anon you're a GENIUS #Sanlu #One Piece #Lusan #Luffy #Sanji #Monkey D Luffy #Black Leg Sanji

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fallingdownhell · 8 months

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Hello hello hello there, good writer! I was wondering if you'd be open to writing platonic HCs for the currently playable Archons in the game. Basically, way back when during the Archon War (or in Nahida's case, some point early on when she was instated as Sumeru's new Archon) the Archon's save a baby dragon's (the reader) life.Now, centuries later, at some point following the events of the Archon quests, they encounter Dragon!reader reader- now a fully-matured dragon (Dragon is the same element as each Archon. Individually, I mean, they aren't multi-elemental). The Archon recognizes them through any number of factors (a scar in a very particular area of Dragon!Reader's body, a discolored patch of scales, etc.) And as for how they encounter each other, maybe the Archon is accompanying the Traveler on a commission, and dragon!reader saves the Traveler or Archon's ass when the situation gets dicey, maybe the Archon senses a familiar presence and investigates, perhaps paths cross and they find themselves saving (or assisting) dragon!reader yet again, or maybe it's just a chance case of the stars aligning in just the right way. Apologies for the massive word dump, just thought I'd give you some prompts in case you have trouble coming up with ideas for this, if you want to do it, or course!

That is such a cool idea! And I really appreciate the word dump, it really helped me out a great deal this time around, so thank you, kind anon<3

Characters Included: Zhongli; Venti; Nahida

Content: gender neutral! dragon! reader; platonic headcanons;

Word count: 2,2k words

I hope this comes somewhat close to what you had in mind. Hope you enjoy<3

Zhongli

Zhongli often looks back fondly at the times where he had adopted this strange baby dragon

the Archon War was a though time period, both for him and the people at his side, but having that baby to take care of by his side and teaching it all sorts of things made it somewhat bearable for him

he would often play around with it, sometimes even play fighting to show it a few moves and tricks and the dragon seemed to enjoy that a whole lot

though cuddling sessions always seemed to be the dragons favourite, especially when a certain spot under his chin was being scratched

it was a difficult spot for others to reach, seeing as it was surrounded by brown spikes, indicating your resonance with the Geo element, but seeing the happy expression on the baby's face made it worth it in the end

When the dragon later got older and grew up in Zhongli's care, it would often join him in various battles while the War still lasted

On one such battles, the dragon got hurt pretty badly in it's left eye, ultimately loosing it in the process. But it adjusted rather well to living with only half it's eyesight

Later, when the Archon war ended and peace had returned to Liyue, the dragon was all grown up now as well. And one day, without any prior indication, the dragon had just left, never to return again

Zhongli wasn't sad or anything. He understood that this is simply how nature works and he only wished the best unto his foster child

Sometimes, the Ex-Archon wonders if that dragon is still alive, but those thoughts always leave him rather quickly again. It's no use pondering about the unknown

And yet, imagine the surprise on Zhongli's face when he saw another dragon roam the sky just as he finished dealing with Azhdaha alongside the Traveller

Finding an opportunity to slip away from the group, he began traveling in the direction he saw the flying creature

it took some time, but he eventually found the dragon as it rested besides a small lake, soaking in the rays of sunshine onto it's scaled skin

fascinated by it, since dragons were a rare sight to see in this day and age, he decided to approach the creature, silently as to not startle it too much

as he got closer to the dragon, the creature soon picked up a new scent in the area and opened it's big eye, now spotting the approaching Zhongli

quickly, the creature got up and began roaring at him, and that's when Zhongli noticed a particular scar on the left eye of the dragon

Could it be... was it actually you?

Your name slipped past his lips and it made you hold in the middle of your actions. Zhongli could see the uncertainty in the dragons form, so he said your name again, staying still in his spot, only a few steps away

the dragon, still unsure, took another sniff of the surrounding air, taking in the scent of the new arrival, and suddenly, memories from its time as a baby came flooding into his mind, and you recognized the man in front of you

now seeming much calmer, you got closer to Zhongli, your long neck extending towards him so that your head was right in front of him

with a smile, the Ex-Archon extends his hand as well to scratch that certain spot under your chin, like he had always done many, many years ago

at this, the dragon closed its eye and a low grumbling sound could be heard deep within it's throat.

Zhongli almost couldn't believe it. His old friend was still alive and apparently doing pretty well for itself..

for some time, the two of them just sat down in the grass, enjoying the light of the still shining sun, while Zhongli just began talking, telling you of all the things that had happened while you were gone

And you were listening to every single one of his words, feeling happy to finally be reunited with him again..

Venti

Most people know about Dvalin - or Stormterror - and his connection to the anemo Archon. How he was one of the four winds that protected the nation of Mondstadt

but what the people did not know, is that there was a second dragon with the anemo Archon that had been taken in by him when it was only a small baby

as a result, the baby dragon has been raised both by Dvalin and the anemo Archon at the same time. While it learned typical dragon behaviour from Dvalin, Venti provided the baby other lessons important for its life ahead

the little dragon has always been a playful and adventurous one. It was getting into trouble quite frequently as a child, but such was the nature of freedom

Venti had always adored looking at this little dragon baby as he found the light green colour of your scales to be quite mesmerizing. He liked to think that the colour represented your connection with the Anemo element, and himself.

But what he found even more adorable was the little patch of white scales, right between the beginning of your legs and your hind legs. It was about the size of the palm of his hand, the colour never really coming through on that spot

While Venti and Dvalin engaged in the Archon war, you always decided to stay behind, rather enjoying the serenity that the nation of Mondstadt brought to you than to engage with bloody battles all the time

As time went on, you grew older and older, and Dvalin knew that the time would come where you would leave them behind. To find your own place within this world, without them by your side

and sure enough, one seemingly peaceful day, you went up to them one last time, seemingly telling your goodbyes with your eyes before you turned your back to them and flew off into the distant world ahead of you. Excited to see what was liying ahead, but also sad you had to leave them behind

many, many years have passed since that fateful day and a lot has happened since then. A mysterious traveller has appeared in the world of Teyvat, helping Venti to bring his old friend Dvalin back to his senses

Since that incident, Venti couldn't help but think back to the old times quite often, reminiscing of the memories all three of them shared. He would often wonder how you were doing these days, if you were well off..

on one such days, when he was laying beneath the tree at Windrise, thinking of old times, he did not notice a bunch of Abyss mages and their underlings approaching

when he did, it was already too late and he was surrounded by enemies. Though he tried fighting his way out, the number of enemies just seemed to increase, instead of decreasing

Venti began to worry and just as he was about to summon his old friend Dvalin for some help, a roar echoed from above the sky. All heads turned up as a huge creature descended downwards, instantly attacking the abyss mages and their hoards

for a second, the colourful scales made him think of a certain dragon, but he quickly shook off that feeling, concentrating on the battle at hand

it didn't take long until the enemies were dealt with, and as a moment of peace came to them, Venti turned and took in the familiar colour of light green scaling..

But.. that couldn't be, right? It surely was just a coincidence.. another dragon that just happened to have a similar colour to the one he once raised..

But, as the dragon remained on the ground, patiently looking at Venti, he couldn't shake off that feeling of familiarity

And then, the dragon turned to its side, showing Venti the undeniable truth of a missmatched patch of white scales among a sea of green..

It really was you...

Joy spread over Venti's face as he realized it really was his old friend that had come back to see him again

It didn't take long until he was on your back and you began ascending towards the sky again. Up there in the sky, with only the winds holding you back, Venti also summoned Dvalin to him to complete this reunion

Many roars sounded all throughout Mondstadt on this day as there were now two dragons roaming the skies of this nation...

Nahida

As the god of Dendro, Nahida had always liked the nature and all of its inhabitants

she would always try to sneek away to find a spot somewhere within the rainforest where she could just sit down and listen to the sounds of nature all around her

while the sages at that time did not approve of her behaviour, she continued to do so with the excuse of wanting to form a connection between her and her nation as well as it's people

one day while she was out again, she stumbled upon a tiny dragon baby. As she got closer, she noticed that the baby appeared to be hurt quite badly, yet it still backed up when she got closer, scared of her

it took some time and gentle reassuring from Nahida's side, but eventually, the small dragon let her get close, inspecting the wounds inflicted to it

deciding that she wanted to take care of it, she used her powers to build a sort of little hideout where she nurtured the dragon back to health over the course of a few weeks

while doing so, the baby dragon began trusting her more and more, until eventually, they formed a kind of bond between them

once the baby was all healed up, it didn't dissapear like Nahida thought it would. Instead, it decided to stay with her, playing around and growing up with her

every single time Nahida managed to slip out, the two of them were always together. Either laying in the grass, listening to the nature around them, or playing around and sometimes, she even helped the little dragon in learning how to fly

when they got tired, they lay together on the ground, the dragon having it's head on Nahida's lap as she carefully caressed the top of its head where the beatiful, deep green scales where less sharp than everywhere else on its body. The colour reminded her of the rainforest itself sometimes..

but what she found almost a bit more beautiful were those missmatched eyes of the dragon. One in a beautiful, piercing blue colour while the other was deep red, a stark contrast between the two

But then came the day where Nahida was whisked away by the Sages and sealed into the Sanctuary

it took hundreds of years until the traveller arrived in Sumeru and with the help of some others finally freeed Nahida of her everlasting prison

Thankful to have finally escaped, she did her best to handle everything by herself the best she could. She guided her nation into a new direction and took care of everything that the Sages had taken over

which led to her not once having left the city since she has been freeed. Though Nahida yearned to just go outside and sit in the nature again, she had obligations to take care of, that required her urgent attention

until the Traveller came around another time, insisting on her taking a break for once. In his words, all those problems would still be there once she returned from the break, but her well being was important as well, especially for her people she needed to be in good shape

so, taking him up on the offer, the Traveller, Nahida and Paimon went into the rainforest like she wanted to. While wandering around, they passed the old hideout Nahida had once built for that baby dragon

Memories flooded her mind upon seeing it and she smiled a bit, though it appeared to be a bit sad. The Traveller noticed, but before he could ask Nahida about it, they heard some rustling behind them

Weapon at the ready, the Traveller was prepared to attack should the need arise

And then, from behind some trees, a dragon emerged, eyes fixed onto them

and Nahida instantly recognized you. Not because of the deep green colour of your scales that only seemed to have become even more beautiful over the years. But because of those disscoloured eyes that she was never able to forget

you seemed to recognize her as well, showing no signs of aggression at all, which made the Traveller lower his weapon again

finally reunited again after so many years, both of you seemed happy to be within the presence of each other again

you gently pressed the tip of your nose into her face, gently blowing air into her face which made her giggle a bit. She then climbed onto your back, resting there while the now four of you continued this walk through the rainforest

And even after that, you continued to stay by Nahida's side, always there to protect her should anything ever happen to her again. You were ready to make them regret their decision if people decided to ever mess with her again...

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hello!! i hope you’re doing well ❤️ i saw you were taking requests and i wondering if you’d write a buck fic where him and the reader are having a stay in date and he puts on a horror movie thinking they’ll get scared and cuddle up to him but he’s the one who gets scared and they’re completely unphased, maybe even laughing at it, so it’s him who needs comfort. if you don’t get to this, ofc no issue. i just hope you have a lovely day/evening 🥰

Amused (Buck x GN!Reader)

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A/N: thank you for the request anon <3 i hope this is up to your standards, friend! also i apologize for not naming the movie, i don’t really watch movies :’)

WARNINGS: fluff.

Buck opened the front door to your house and quickly used his body to open it completely, a few plastic grocery bags in each of his fists. “I’m home!”

You peak your head out from the kitchen and give him a soft smile. You love how he refers to your house as home, despite having his own apartment. “In here! Did’ya get the popcorn?”

Buck snorts and makes his way to the kitchen, grunting quietly as he places the bags on the nearby counter. He looks at you with a smirk. “Of course I did. Can’t have a movie night without popcorn, now can we?” He said with amusement in his tone, taking items out of the bag and placing them on to the empty counter space next to the bags.

“No, no we cannot.” You murmur as you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. You press the side of your face and your body against his back, humming quietly from Buck’s body heat. You feel him naturally lean against you as he sorts the items on the counter. “You’re warm,” You mutter, pushing your face harder against his shirt. Buck chuckles and grabs the boxes of popcorn bags, glancing over his shoulder in an attempt to look at you. “You always say that.”

“Well, it’s true!” You laugh as you let go, snatching the boxes from him. Buck isn’t phased in the slightest, you have quite good slight of hand. He bends down to a low cabinet and he takes out this very large orange bowl you usually use to hand out Halloween candy in. You look at him and raise your eyebrow as you open a popcorn box, taking a package out. Buck laughs at your expression, sliding the bowl on to the counter near the microwave; near you, of course. You sigh and open the microwave, popping the first package inside of it and you shut the door, setting the timer and hitting start. You glance at the bowl and look back at him with more amusement. “Are you sure we’ll finish such a big bowl?”

Buck playfully scoffs and faces you, a shit eating grin on his face. “I’m a growing boy, y’know!”

“You’re 30.”

“So?”

You blink and start to laugh, grabbing on to the counter. Buck’s lips curl up into a smile, watching you lose yourself in a fit of laughter. Your laughter dies into a soft giggle before you turn to the fridge, opening it and grabbing two beers. “Usually I would want soda to set the mood, but I think we deserve a couple of beers tonight.”

Buck hums in response as begins to put away the rest of everything he had bought for the next weeks meals. “You think so?”

You smile and open the microwave after it beeped, signaling it’s done. You grab the corner of the popcorn bag and tear it open, dumping the steaming and pre-buttered popcorn into the bowl. “Yeah, I do.”

After a few minutes of popping multiple bags of popcorn, Buck makes a loud groan as he falls back onto the couch next to you, bowl of popcorn in his arm, wrapping the other around you. He grins at you, pure excitement in his eyes as he makes eye contact with you. “Are you ready to watch the scariest movie of your life?” He teases, situating the bowl partially on his leg, partially on yours. You laughs and wrap an arm around his torso, leaning into his warm body. His hand squeezes your shoulder and Buck kisses your temple. “Sure, sure..” You tease, grabbing the remote.

You turn the TV on and select a horror movie, pressing play.

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Buck truly thought you would be snuggling up to him, a trace of fear in your tone every time you spoke.

He could never so wrong.

“sHit!” He yells, his hand suddenly grabbing your shirt. The bowl of popcorn now in your lap as you shove handfuls in your mouth. You laugh and swallow some popcorn, glancing at him. “Wait- you’re scared?” You ask, your face and tone filled with amusement. “Fucking Evan Buckley, the man who literally walks through FIRES every week is scared of a little movie?”

Buck stutters, a nervous laugh leaving him. “What? I’m not sCar- wHAT IS THAT?!” He yells loudly, leaning into your body instead of the other way around. You throw your head back and let out a echoing laugh, one of your hands slapping the couch as you can’t contain yourself. “It’s not funny!” He screeches, scrambling for the remote to pause it. You let out a wheeze laugh and close your eyes, tears brimming at your lash lines due to laughing. “Okay!” You giggle, clearing your throat as you look at him. Your laughter begins to die down. “Okay, it’s not funny..!”

You make a blank expression for a split second and then you begin to crack up, your head reeling back so fast that the thought of whiplash vaguely comes to mind. Buck’s cheeks tint pink from semi-embarrassment and he grumbles, pushing you gently and playfully. “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want..”

You keep giggling as you ignore him pushing you and you move the bowl from your lap, wrapping your arms around Buck and pulling him into your chest. “Sorry, I know, it’s just so fucking funny, babe,” You say with a smile on your lips. Buck childishly mocks your tone as he wraps his arms around you, immediately relaxing. You rub his back before trailing up to scratch his scalp. “It’s not real, Buck. It’s fine.”

He hums in appreciation, closing his eyes to completely enjoy the moment. You snort and murmur, “Let’s just hope you remember to keep the closet door shut.”

His eyes shoot open and look at you, narrowing, yet he’s letting out a laugh. “[Name]!”

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i'm so sorry to psychoanalyze and brain dump in ur inbox but i've been thinking about how carmy maybe falls into bdsm bc he's always been so out of control in his life being the youngest sibling and working in stressful kitchens and always being an underling. and like he craves boundaries and rules and control bc he lacks that in all other places of his life so his only way to relax is through consensual dominance with a partner and i don't have an end to this just wanted to share. also congrats on 100 followers!!!!

omg pls don’t apologize for brain dumping in my ask box-

I SOOOO agree with this. Like oh my god he would love the rules of it all. To have someone, you, truly listen to him? To his every instruction?

I think you would be the one to bring it up to him. He’s SO hesitant at first. Just the whole idea of it makes him nervous. But once you both have the first scene- he flips a switch.

The fact that you’ll let him use you however he wants just makes him go crazy. It seriously brings out the dominant in him. It also gives him so much confidence because Carmy knows only he can make you feel this way.

I also think that he would love experimenting on pleasure with pain. Being able to “let out” his anger on you through spanking is something he cannot get enough of. But! What he truly likes about it is that you get off on it too. The way you get so wet from his hands spanking you? Oh my god he’s a goner. He would tease you for it, too. “Look how wet you’re getting. All this just from some spankings? I haven’t even put my cock in you yet and you’re soaked.”

He also likes the trust aspect in BDSM. You trust him and he trusts you. Please don’t get me started on stuff like subspace- he fucking LOVES getting you to a place like that just because he knows how much trust it takes for that to even happen.

I think what he loves most about BDSM though is the aftercare! He is such a fucking sweetheart. He’ll draw you a warm bath, get you water, bring you a meal he cooks himself. If you can’t walk he’ll carry you. Oh and he’ll just adore your face with kisses, telling you how much he loves you and thanking you for trusting him so deeply

Anon I can assure you more stuff involving dom carmy is on the horizon for my blog. There’s literally already a spanking and overstim post in my drafts. It’s one of my favorite things to write about because the dynamic is just so- AHH. And like I’ve said I think Carmy would be such a good dom

#anon #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #the bear #carmy berzatto smut #the bear fanfiction #brain rot

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autistichalsin · 18 days

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For everyone curious about why anons keep bringing up essential oils:

In November, a new dialogue was unearthed where Minthara says she poisons a romanced player's food as they won't agree to be poisoned consensually, in order to build up their immunity for the Underdark. This was greatly upsetting for me.

Around the same time, someone said that everyone who hates Minthara is clearly a misogynist who would love her if she was a man.

On my own Twitter, not replying to anyone, I made a post sharing a painful story about how my mom, knowing I'm asthmatic, used to sneak essential oil diffusers in my room with me, "for my own good," and when I protested they triggered attacks, she said, "it's just lavender, it can't hurt you! It doesn't hurt, it HELPS asthma!" and insisted I faked it to spite her/refuse her help. Which is why I was upset by Minthara, because it was triggering memories of being made sick "for my own good".

I then got continuously mocked for months, with a certain group of people making "essential oils" a punchline. When they were called on mocking my abuse because they don't like me, they emphatically said they weren't mocking my abuse, they were mocking my "trauma dumping" about my abuse (by... mocking the abuse itself. That isn't a distinction without a difference, that is NO difference.) And because I "disrespected my own trauma" by comparing it to a fictional character. With another person very "helpfully" chiming in that they found it funny because sometimes abuse is just absurd, and everyone has to learn not to take themselves so seriously and learn to laugh at these things rather than being depressed about it. (A valid response when talking about one's OWN abuse; abuse apologism when talking about ANOTHER'S abuse.)

Anyway, that's why almost every other message of anon hate you see me get here references "essential oils." Because it is very funny to mock purposefully triggering flare-ups of a condition that kills thousands of people a year. (Curious: if I had said that I was allergic to peanuts, and in response, my mom snuck peanuts into every food I ate to prove I was faking, and for that reason I was upset at a character who did similar behavior, would this group of people do the same? I want to think not, but truthfully, they almost certainly would. The ableism runs deep, I'm sad to say.)

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myysaints · 11 months

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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ HAPPY ACCIDENTS ─ YUKI TSUNODA

YUKI TSUNODA x f!gf!reader

⌗︙・ summary — yuki tries to soft-launch your relationship at the miami GP, but things don't exactly go according to plan...

genre — social media au

notes — apologies for the delayed upload, school has been a bitch to deal with 😭 i basically only had time to work on this in between exams and projects, hence why it's set around the miami gp (because that's when i started working on it fghafhsd). also i'm STILL MAD that yuki was out of points solely because of that (imo) undeserved penalty in barcelona... but... sigh. anyways here's the awaited yuki fic, hope u enjoy!

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PRE-RACE INTERVIEW WITH: YUKI TSUNODA | MIAMI GRAND PRIX 2023

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alphataurif1 Miami dump with Yuki and a certain someone special 😉🤫

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yourusername in miamiiiiii with my boyyyyyy 🫶 honestly it was a miracle that i got yuki in the water after daniel’s little stunt…

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danielricciardo Should’ve been there to see his face when I pushed him in!

yourusername he was grumbling the whole way home, trust me, i know yukitsunoda0511 I was not grumbling… danielricciardo All in good fun mate 😂 Get revenge on the track next year, how’s that sound? yukitsunoda0511 Looking forward 👍

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yourusername homie hopper… go chat up estie bestie u traitor estebanocon Hey, I don’t want him either! 😂😂 pierregasly Rude 😒

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f1wagupdates Submitted by anon ❤️ It appears that Yuki Tsunoda has been having a fruitful break in between the Miami and Imola Grand Prix! The Japanese driver was spotted walking hand in hand with what appears to be his girlfriend, two days after his 23rd birthday and five days after revealing his relationship on the official Formula 1 YouTube channel. Little is known about the Alpha Tauri driver’s lover, but we do know that their height difference is adorable 🥰

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pierregasly 💔

carlo55ainzfan LMFAOOOO ariana what are you doing here???

estiebestieee STOPPPP their height difference is actually everything… short and shorter my HEARTTTT

mickyschumacher yuki actually looks tall for once HAHAHA

formulaonefanatic and NO ONE has her @ ??? seriously????

landonando yuki talking about going public then literally no one knows who she is FGHFDSHGF sirhamilgoat leave them alone smh, yuki has talked about how he likes to keep his personal life private formulafire if he talked about going public in his post race interview… what else do they expect ??? sirhamilgoat yall could just treat them like human beings?? we aren’t entitled to anything from them...

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[caption: Double dinner date 🍝🥂 with francisca.cgomes yukitsunoda0511 yourusername]

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NO SOFT LAUNCH: FORMULA ONE DRIVER YUKI TSUNODA GETS SUDDEN SHOCK AS GIRLFRIEND’S INSTAGRAM HACKED – WHO IS Y/N L/N?

Twitter was sent into a frenzy on Sunday, as AlphaTauri driver Yuki Tsunoda sneakily revealed during his post-race interview that his previously-unknown beau was in attendance at the Miami GP!

Tsunoda has been notoriously quiet about his private life, leaving fans stunned at the seemingly out-of-nowhere revelation. The Internet quickly began to scour for the unknown woman online, however with what little information they had, quickly turned up empty. Though, the commotion evidently attracted the attention of the team at AlphaTauri themselves. On Monday, their official Instagram account uploaded a post commemorating the weekend, in which Tsunoda’s girlfriend was also featured.

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Eagle-eyed fans may have noted that both Yuki Tsunoda and the AlphaTauri Instagram account were both cheekily interacting with a private account. Soon, rumours were flying that this account was indeed run by Tsunoda’s girlfriend. As seen above, a quick look reveals that numerous Formula 1 drivers including Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, and Tsunoda himself, are following the account.

Some were not so convinced, however. Fans were also quick to question the account’s authenticity, with some expressing doubts on whether the account owner was even the alleged girlfriend herself. However, these rumours were soon revealed to be true. On Tuesday, the account – which had previously been private with little over 300 followers – mysteriously became public. Fans immediately flocked to the account, taking to Twitter and Instagram to report their findings. With her most recent post being a dedication to her boyfriend and her time “in miamiiiiii with my boyyyyyy”, there is little doubt that the account’s owner – whom we can now confirm is Y/N L/N – is in fact the Japanese driver’s girlfriend!

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The reason for the account’s sudden change in privacy is unknown, though some theorise that the account was hacked, perhaps by an extremely dedicated fan. Daily Mail has reached out to Tsunoda, AlphaTauri, and Y/N L/N herself for comment.

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I have a Bernard request 👉👈 maybe Bernard, right before the holiday season, works himself so much into a stress-induced anxious lather in front of you that he literally has a small panic attack and struggles to breathe, and you have to de-escalate him w/ kindness (and possibly cuddles)???

I combined this one with 🍀 anon’s ask, I hope you like it!

Bernard x Reader

You stick your head into the stuffing room, excited greetings ringing out when you’re spotted. You look around, spying piles of fluff, half stuffed animals, and hardworking elves.

“Hello, hi. Hey, you!” you greet a few of the elves, “Has anyone seen Bernard?”

“Last I saw he was headed toward the kitchen,” one elf pipes up.

“On a war path, I heard,” another mentions with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh oh,” you wince, “I better go talk him down.”

As you make your way through the hall, you don’t spot Bernard anywhere so you continue your hike toward the kitchens. Finally approaching the candy themed doors, you pull them open and head inside.

“How’s it going, everyone?” You ask cheerily as you pop in. Your smile falters a bit as you see the baking elves and their drained faces as they mumble replies to your question.

“Why the long faces?” You frown, looking around at them for answers. They avoid your gaze, halfheartedly rolling out cookie dough.

“Bernard yelled at us,” one of the elves finally admits and you grimace.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. You all know how he gets this close to Christmas,” you apologize.

“Do you know where he went?” You ask the elf nearest you.

“The toy floor,” she murmurs and your heart breaks at how downtrodden she seems.

“I’m gonna go find him, why don’t you guys take a break, huh? Have some cocoa,” you tell them and their faces light up. You grab a bagged cookie, tucking it in your pocket to use to talk Bernard down when you find him, and laughing as a chorus of ‘thank you!’ follows you out the door as you leave.

When you round the corner to the toy floor you spot Bernard right away. He’s gesturing and pointing while he talks to the painters, and you can see how tense his shoulders are from across the room.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” You hear someone behind you exclaim. You sidle up to Bernard just before it seems like he’s really going to snap.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you all over,” you smile, rubbing the velvet of his shirt over his bicep. He softens as soon as he hears your voice.

“Hi, sugar,” he smiles dopily for a second before his eyebrows furrow again. He looks like he’s about to turn and start again but you cut in as he opens his mouth.

“I’ve got something for you, c’mon,” you tell him, tugging lightly on his sleeve so he’ll follow you. He frowns, clearly wanting to stay and finish whatever lecture he’d started but he trails after you. When you finally make it off the toy floor he can’t stand it anymore.

“What do you have for me?” He finally asks.

“A break and a cookie,” you tell him as you reach the door to his office.

“I don’t have time for a break!” he insists.

“Yes, you do. You need one, you’re starting to take out your frustrations on the elves,” you argue.

“I can’t take a break, it’s almost Christmas!” His voice cracks.

“Santa has only checked his list once! The painters painted all the dump trucks green, the bakers aren’t meeting their cookie quota! The- the-“ he rants until his breath is coming out in short quick puffs and his hands are shaking.

“Whoa, hey, hey,” you reach out to hold onto his shirt as he sways slightly on his feet. You pull him into his office, and towards the plush couch against the wall. You sit the both of you down, scooting back to give him some space.

“Can you breathe with me?” You ask and he nods with wide eyes, breath rabbit quick.

“In, two, three…” you count a couple of breaths for him to follow, but it doesn’t seem to help calm him as much as you’d like.

“Can I touch you?” You ask and he croaks out a yes. You bring his hand up to press flat against your sternum, breathing deeply and encourage him to match your pace. The steady thudding of your heartbeat helps calm him down as he matches your breaths.

“Feel a little better?” You ask once you feel like his breathing is normal again and his hands have stopped shaking. You get a tiny ‘yeah’ and you can’t help but coo at how pitiful he sounds.

“Oh, honey,” you pull him to you, rubbing his back soothingly.

“C’mon, take some of this stuff off,” you murmur, taking his hat and necklace off, gently dropping them to the floor. He takes his bag off and deposits it in the pile as well.

“Lay down with me,” you suggest and he gives in easily. His head rests on your chest once you get settled, your fingers scratching against the nape of his neck. You hum an apology when he shivers at the touch, moving to pop open the button on the back of his collar to give him more room to breathe. By now you know better than to run your fingers through his hair and risk messing up his curls, so you move down to scratch his back lightly.

“Santa always gets the list done, he knows what he’s doing. The kitchen elves are doing their best. They seem to be on track to make enough, but you can always delegate a few more elves to help in the kitchen if you feel like they need it. And there’s nothing wrong with green dump trucks,” you talk him through his worries.

“I know it’s your job to take care of everything, but you have to take care of yourself too,” you remind him.

“What did I do to deserve you, sugarplum?” he wonders, voice muffled into your sweater.

“You must’ve been on the nice list,” you joke, poking him softly in the side to watch him squirm. You’re sure this must’ve taken a lot out of him, he seems ready to fall asleep any second and you’re more than willing to lay here as long as it takes for him to get a little rest.

“I love you, sugarplum,” he mumbles sleepily, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Love you too,” you press a kiss to his unruly curls as his breathing starts to even out.

“Did you say something about a cookie?” He looks up suddenly and asks, and you can’t help but let out a startled laugh.

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #bernard the head elf #bernard the santa clause #🍀

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