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thosetwofirefighters · 1 year

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Problem Solved

@lilbuddie requested prompt 35 (your problem is my problem) from this list a while ago, and I have finally filled it for you! I hope you enjoy it bby <3

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Buck wakes up to a hand gently shaking him. Soft light filters in through the curtains, enough for Buck to see that it’s still pretty early. He turns onto his side towards Eddie, who levels a glare at him that causes Buck to chuckle. Eddie is not a morning person, and Buck assumes he’s woken him simply because he’d been unable to get back to sleep and wants some company.

“You need to come,” Eddie says plainly, causing Buck to bark out a laugh.

“Wh—babe, what?” Buck asks. “You know I’m holding off until I can donate. And yeah, it’s been a—distraction, at the least—but it’s not a problem.”

“Yes it is,” Eddie says.

Buck opens his mouth to defend himself but thinks better of it when he considers the last few weeks of celibacy—and the torture he’s endured; Eddie doesn’t seem to understand how attractive he is and continues to traipse around shirtless most of the time while at home, not to mention how ungodly sexy he is in their work uniforms—and it’s been driving Buck crazy. “Okay, so maybe it is a problem,” Buck starts, “but I don’t see what that has to do with you waking me up at—”

“Your problem is my problem, Buckley,” Eddie growls. He grabs Buck’s shoulders and pulls him closer, pressing their bodies together, and Buck groans when he feels Eddie’s hardness against his thigh.

“Jesus, Eds,” Buck breathes.

“I told you I wouldn’t come until you do, remember?” Eddie asks. “So you need to come.”

Buck shakes his head. “Not until I can donate. I’m sorry.”

Buck thinks Eddie’s going to argue, but instead the other man surges forward to capture his lips. He nips at them, and Buck opens up to his tongue, grinding against Eddie’s leg without thinking. His cock fills quickly as they rut against each other through their boxer-briefs, quiet moans breaking through the early morning silence. Eddie rolls on top of Buck, moving to mouth at his neck, sucking and nibbling against the sensitive skin there, then down to his collarbone, where he licks a pattern he knows drives Buck crazy.

“F-fuck,” Buck moans, arching against his boyfriend, who smirks against him. “No, Eds, we have to stop.” He pushes Eddie away.

“Buck, come on,” he whines, shooting puppy-dog eyes at him, and Buck forces himself to look away, lest he give in—like usual.

“Baby, please,” Eddie says, grabbing Buck’s hand. “It’s been so long, and I just—I want to love you.”

“No, you’re just horny,” Buck says, smirking.

Eddie looks Buck up and down slowly before licking his lips and saying, “Maybe. But I also know how much you love me touching you.” He presses a chaste kiss to Buck’s lips. “And I know how much sex reaffirms my love for you. I know how much you crave it.” Eddie whispers against him, and Buck relaxes in his hold, his breath coming out as shaky pants. Eddie trails a hand down from Buck’s shoulder across his chest, rubbing a nipple between his fingers before reaching lower to toy with the waistband of Buck’s underwear.

“Besides,” Eddie continues, “I also know that it’s a complete myth that holding off on coming does anything to sperm count or motility.”

“Yeah?” Buck questions. “Why didn’t you say that weeks ago?”

Eddie doesn’t respond, choosing instead to pull Buck’s boxers down in one go. Buck hisses as the cold air hits his cock, already flushed and stretched upwards towards his stomach. Eddie licks his lips and kisses Buck quickly before spitting on his hand and wrapping it around his length.

Buck gasps against him and thrusts almost immediately into the hand, setting a torturously slow pace while reaching his own hand out to pull Eddie’s underwear down as well and grip his cock. Eddie swats him away, though, choosing instead to surge forward and take his own dick in his hand as well, pressing his length against Buck’s while jerking them off together.

The slick heat has both of them whining and panting into the other’s mouth as they sloppily kiss while pushing into Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s cock throbs against Buck’s, and the man groans loudly as they speed up, desperate for release after weeks of nothing. It doesn’t take long before they both let out loud sobs and come together, Buck shaking in Eddie’s hold.

Eddie’s the one who gets up to grab washcloths, returning to a sated, sleepy Buck trying to keep his eyes open as he leans against the headboard to watch his boyfriend clean them up. He trails the washcloth over Buck’s body, wiping his spent cock first, ignoring Buck’s hiss at the overstimulation and quickly moving on to wipe the come off of his stomach and chest.

When Buck grabs the washcloth from him to return the favor, Eddie speaks, “You know you don’t need to donate your sperm to have a family, right?”

Buck blushes, setting the washcloth aside to scoot closer to Eddie and curl into him. “I know,” he says.

“I’m not so sure you do,” Eddie responds. “You’re already a father, Buck.”

Buck melts at his words and kisses him once, quickly but passionately, like he thinks it’s the only way Eddie will believe what he says next. “I am. You know I love Chris like he’s my own.”

“Chris is your own, Evan. And this kid—they wouldn’t be yours, babe. They’d be Connor and Kameron’s. Just theirs.”

Buck tightens his hold around Eddie’s waist, tucking his face into the man’s neck. “I know. That’s why I’m doing this, Eds.”

“I don’t get it. I thought—you’re not the type to be able to do something like this and just walk away. You can’t—you don’t walk away from family.”

“And I won’t. I already have my family,” Buck says. “So why not help a friend make theirs?”

Eddie kisses the top of his head, and Buck can feel the smile in it. He nuzzles into his boyfriend and closes his eyes, and the two fall asleep together, sated and content.

#eeee first smut in a while and it's just a tiny little thing lol #@ the anon who requested something a few weeks ago i promise i am not ignoring you!!#i am not sure if i am able to do the prompt justice but i will let you know if i decide not to fill it <3 #buuut we are so close to returning my efforts to my fake dating fic heheh #minjaaaaaa i love youuuu thank you for the request!!#buddie #buddie fanfiction #911 fanfiction #mine #my work #911

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iluvfinnmertens · 23 days

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was just thinking like.. what if lucifer takes his first husband and goes to charlie to get her blessing bc she's the person he cares the most abt? maybe she'd be surprised? or maybe shed have seen it coming because they've known each other for so long, all up to you! luv ur work❤️❤️

જ⁀➴ Lucifer Morningstar x husband! male reader ๋࣭ ⭑

you and lucifer ask charlie for her blessing! <;3

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๋࣭ ⭑ Request: requested :D

๋࣭ ⭑ TW: none! just wholesome fluff!

๋࣭ ⭑ Word Count: 326

๋࣭ ⭑ Timeline: after episode 8

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🍎 - at first lucifer was terrified of proposing to you. you and his relationship was great and you were the best boyfriend he could have asked for but that didn't stop him from being a nervous wreck!

🐥 - he went into the hotel himself to talk to charlie about it, when she heard he was planning to propose she was ecstatic! but she knew her dad was a nervous wreck but that's okay, he decided to bring you after proposing to get his daughters blessing after all shes barely met you!

🍎 - he then proposed to you, he wanted it to be very romantic so he took you to lulu world his prized theme park! after a packed day of just having fun together he took on the ferris wheel and that's when he showed the ring.

“(name).. you are the most gorgeous, kind and wonderful boy i know. and i would feel honored if i could call you my husband.”

🐥 - you obviously said yes! but then came asking charlie, he took you to the hotel with him and you were nervous but obviously charlie was very accepting of your marriage and was ecstatic to get planning! she was gonna have another dad!

🍎 - once lucifer and you officially get married he just gets more clingy then he already was! he loves you so much and your marriage is very loving and sweet <3

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You and Lucifer anxiously stood outside of the hotel owned by his beloved daughter, soon to become your beloved daughter as well. You were nervous as hell to ask Charlie but Lucifer knew she would be happy for him. It had been seven years since he and Lilith had split and she would just be glad he's healed enough to get into another marriage. Lucifer finally knocks after a good five minutes and not long after Charlie opens the door.

“Oh! Hi dad! What's up? Is everything okay?” Charlie quickly asks, looking over towards you. “Oh sorry I didn't notice you, hello (name)!” she smiles at you. “Hello dear you remember what I mentioned earlier this month right?” she seems to ponder for a minute before it clicks. “Oh my gosh! Did it happen?!” she excitedly squeaks out and Lucifer nods. “And we've come here to get your blessing seeing as our marriage would make him your other father.” he says and Charlie nods inviting you in. “Eeee this is so exciting! I'm so happy for you guys! Also of course you have my blessing! When do we start planning the wedding?!” she says, grabbing her fathers hands with a big smile and he just smiles back. “Well it sorta of just happened so it might be a while.” you piped in.

“Oh okay! I’m super excited anyways!” she said before turning around. “VAGGIE COME HERE!” she yells for her girlfriend and Vaggie quickly comes. “What? Is everything okay?!” she says holding her spear. “Everything's fine! My dad and his boyfriend are getting married!” she says pointing you and Lucifer out. You were both holding hands, the rings visible on your fingers. Vaggie smiles at her girlfriend excited as she jumps up and down. “That's lovely, I hope everything goes well for you guys.” you smile and nod. “Thank you!” Lucifer is currently still clinging to you happily. God you can't wait to marry this idiot.

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im so happy you love my work! I hope this is good enough, I wanted to write something very wholesome

notes are appreciated!! d(･∀･)b

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starrluvs · 6 months

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can you please… facesitting but with raiden and kung lao? i’m begginf

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 | 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐎 + 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

cw: afab reader, oral (fem receiving), facesitting, established relationship (raiden), rivals or fwb (kung lao), raiden being a sweetheart, kung lao being a cocky mf

wc: 709

a/n: my first anon request eeee tysm <3 !! i've never considered writing for kung lao or raiden before, but this was fun to write! maybe i'll be open to write about more mk men apart from the lin kuei trio... also, requests/asks are open, so come talk to me or send some asks!

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍

raiden was a sweet man. he was kind, hardworking, humble and open to new opportunities and challenges. so when you told him that you wanted to try sitting on his face, he agreed, telling you that he’d do his best.

lucky for you, his best was more than enough. raiden was underneath you, listening to all the moans that left your lips while he slowly ran his tongue deep inside your slick walls. the tingling feeling made your toes curl as you whimpered out his name,

the champion hums against your pussy, making you shiver from the jolt of vibrations lingering through your core. you look down at raiden, and the sight of him so willingly smothering himself into you made your cheeks rise in temperature. his eyebrows were knitted close together and his eyes were closed as he was solely focused on bringing you pleasure.

as if he could feel your stare, raiden opens his shining brown eyes and stops what he’s doing for just a quick moment. he was able to see your hair become fizzed and quite messy, but he only let out a small chuckle before asking you if he was doing a good job and if you were feeling good.

his humbleness showing out once again made you smile and reassure him that he was doing an amazing job. upon hearing your answer, raiden wastes no time diving back in, except this time he held onto your waist gently.

you squeal as you feel him flick your clit and leave soft kisses on it before delving his tongue back into your heat. you whimper at the feeling of his wet muscle entering you again and place your smaller hands over his bigger ones that were still planted on your hips.

with your back arched and eyes screwed shut, you continued to yelp and squeal in pleasure. he knew you couldn’t see him, but just the view of his beloved on top of him like this was something to remember forever.

he’d definitely have to do this more often with you.

𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐎

unlike raiden, kung lao wasn’t necessarily the most humble man in all the realms. imagine the big game he would talk just to get between your legs– so much speeches about how he would be able to please you better than any of your past sexual partners– even have you cumming for him multiple times… and he wasn't completely wrong about it either.

you had already reached your first orgasm, but kung lao had no intentions of stopping his ministrations on your pussy. his lips suctioned around your overstimulated clit, causing you to try and squirm away from him. your previous orgasm still had you in a daze, and you were sure the monk’s ego had already been stroked at how poorly you were handling yourself above him.

much to your liking, kung lao lets you hover above his face, leaving you out of reach from his mouth. he watches you catch your breath and takes the opportunity to open his mouth and tease you, telling you that he ‘told you so’.

you couldn’t stand it… you couldn't stand that he was right. you couldn't stand his cocky smile that showed off his dimples– but maybe seeing him soaked like this with your juices wasn’t all that bad. with a quick dismissal of his comments, you feel your body come down from its high and sit back down on his face.

this time, his hands fly up to grip your thighs, kneading your soft flesh and urging you to keep grinding on his tongue that was licking up every last drop of your sweet juices. panting and feeling short of breath, you cup the back of his head for support to sit up and compose yourself.

you were able to feel kung lao’s smug grin against your pussy. he knew that he had already won you over with just his tongue. and with the way the motion of your hips started speeding up– practically using his face and tongue for yet another release– confirmed that he officially had you lost in pleasure and he loved it.

you were never gonna hear the end of this once you two were done here.

#raiden #kung lao #raiden x reader #kung lao x reader #raiden smut #kung lao smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut

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jadeddangel · 2 months

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Feel free to ignore this request if you want! But basically Adam and reader being pretty good friends who are casual with each other, have a similar sense of humor and personality, reader is a older sibling figure to many of the other angels, and him just beginning to actually gain feelings for them

Eeee I'm so excited!! Thank you for requesting!!

Adam x reader

"Can't believe I'm falling in love with such a cocky bitch"

You and Adam knew eachother since the beginning of time, and having known eachother that long you started to rub off on eachother. You both had similar humor and jokes the only difference was, was that you knew how to act politely, Adam did not.

You worked as a welcoming angel for new souls and angels of the like, showing them around and getting them set up in a home was just one of your many jobs. You worked closely with percious but you didn't like him, he was kind of a cunt when he wasn't around other people. You were on your lunch break sitting at a high table on a chair swinging your legs happily, you had gotten a milkshake and some fries. Adam snuck up behind you grabbing your sides suddenly, "hah! gotcha bitch!" Adam laughed. You had went to hit him at first but started laughing with him when you realized who it was, "adam!! You bitch come sit! I haven't seen you all week bro" you pointed to the seat across from you.

You couldn't even remember who had started the tradition of sneaking up on each other, but it just stuck, and Adam never failed to sneak up on you. Adam and you talked about your week together making small jokes as you ended up sharing your fries and milkshake with him. "And then she's over here hitting on the drummer, like, you think you want drummer dick? Nah, do you know who I am? I'm fucking Adam, I'm the original dick!" Adam recited the story to you as you started snort laughing. "Well it can't be that good if she wanted drummer dick!" You said between laughing as you hit your thigh loosing your shit over your own joke. "Hey!! My dick is fine thank you very much!" Adam huffed defensively before joining in your laughter. It took you both forever to catch your breath and stop.

Adam grabbed the last fry and ate it "Alright sugartits I've gotta go danger tits is waiting for me, but hey! I'll swing by your place with some Chinese food. Sound good?" Adam looked at you with hopeful eyes. You chuckled "sure thing dickmaster I'll see ya then" you said playfully giving him a sweet smile. Adam went to get you a hug but paused and patted you on the head awkwardly instead before speeding off to go find lute.

You were a bit confused but expected it from Adam, well atleast you were learning to Adam had been acting weird.. you thought that it would be all fixed up after mating week, but he was still just as weird as before.

You ended up getting an early day off since Emily took over welcoming souls for a bit to help. "Calm her energy down." In Sera's words, at least. You picked up your place, finally dishes and other chores you were behind on. You got a movie picked for tonight and some beer and sodas for you and Adam.

Adam finally came by your place after dark with a bag of Chinese food and a bag of clothes for him to change into assuming he was staying over. Adam knocked on the door rhythmically as he waited, you opened the door after a moment or so in some sleep shorts and one of Adam's band t-shirts(I keep forgetting Adam has a band bro).

"Woah, is that Adam without lute on his shoulder like a little parrot?" You teased letting the man in. Adam took his helmet off and rolled his eyes, "I'm not bringing my second in command to your house to hang out." Now that that was weird, Adam never responded that way to that joke, "bro, you good? What happened that got you all pissy? Are you on your man period or sum?" You asked concerned but still trying to make it a joke. Adam sighed "nah just a lot on my mind. There's this chick -" "ooooo does the Adam have a crush?" Who's the lucky bitch huh? " You cut him off plopping on your couch and turning your head so Adam could change(like you weren't just watching him in the reflection of the tv). Adam sighed and got changed into comfy clothes, "yea it's fucking weird though I mean she wouldn't leave my mind during mating week and ugh I get so awkward around her" Adam groaned laying on the couch with his head in you thighs. "Shit Adam do you actually like this chick? Or do you just wanna fuck her? Orrrr was the pussy that good that you want more?" You teased playing with Adam's hair carefully. Adam shook his head "I think I like her I mean I've known her for awhile and she just gets me yknow?" Adam said tilting his head a bit to look at you before changing his mind and grabbing the remote looking through Aisney(angel disney) and putting on the live action of "the jungle dude" (the jungle book).

You took a moment to think, it hurt, the thought of Adam falling in love with someone else after sharing so much. "Just think about your heart before you brain Adam, think about your feelings, maybe you should tell her I mean it can't hurt too bad, and I mean if your friends I'm sure she feels the same... and you guys can just be together, yknow.." You slowly got quieter and quieter, feeling like if you were any louder, you were gonna cry your eyes out.

Adam nodded a bit. "What would you do in my situation?" Adam asked under his breath, yet you still heard him. You took a deep breath "Adam I...." Your words got caught in your throat as you looked down at him looking guilty. Adam tilted his head to look at you confused at the look. "What's with the look sugar tits? You look like I'm about to cry, did I say sum?" Adam asked genuinely concerned for you. It made your heart melt knowing he cared for you so much, it made your heart melt so much in fact that before your brain registered what you were doing you had leaned down and trapped his lips in a kiss. The angle wasn't comfortable, and your spine was bent weird, but God was it worth it, feeling how soft his lips were. Adam froze for a moment before melting into it, licking along your bottom lip, teasing you a bit. After a moment of you both continuing to kiss each other, you both pulled away for air a small string of salive connecting you and breaking after you moved too far away. You were panting a bit but didn't go too far from his face. "That's what I'd do.. " you whispered softly, your lips barely brushing against Adam's. Adam reached up and put a had on your cheek "you wanna know something sugar tits? I think I would do the same.." Adam smiled as he locked your lips together in a passionate kiss pulling away after a few moments.

Adam smiled and sat up next to you , allowing you to straighten your back properly. Adam chuckled " awwe you hunched just to kiss me sugar tits? I'm honored" Adam joked. You rolled your eyes "yea yea whatever dickmaster now do you wanna cuddle up and eat while we watch a movie or do we wanna talk about what well we are first?" You tilted you head a bit. Adam was already reaching for the bag when you brought it up. "What do you mean what we are? I thought that kiss established it, I'm yours and your mine" Adam spoke almost boredly. You could feel the blush creep up on your face " your gonna be one heck of a boyfriend " you laughed.

The rest of the evening was relaxed as you cuddled and ate together. Before falling asleep together on your couch, hoping everything would be perfect with you both together

#hazbin hotel adam #x reader #hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel #confession #adam x reader confession #jaded works🪶

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sdr2lovemail · 10 months

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Can you do a Sanemi x F reader where the reader gets hurt badly on a mission and passes out Infront of the butterfly estate and Sanemi encounters them on his way out from the butterfly mansion to a Mission. I think Sanemi would be angry and worried at first but slowly calm down once they get better. Happy ending? Anyways thank you if you do happen to do this!! <3

Emotional scars (GN Reader)

Synopsis: Finding you wounded and unconscious in front of the butterfly mansion, Sanemi blows up at you.

Note: Eeee, I gotta practice the comfort part of hurt/comfort. It's more of a bittersweet ending than a happy one. Pronouns or gendered terms don't come up in this.

Requests are open!

Using your sword as a makeshift crutch, you hobble through the forest. Not bothering to wait for the kakushi to arrive, you were sure you could make it to the butterfly mansion. The mission was grueling. It seemed that the demon had never-ending stamina. It even managed to get a good slash on your side. You tied your haori to try and staunch the wound. Though, there was still the feeling of the warm, sticky blood dripping down.

Breaking through the woods, the gates of the butterfly mansion are in view. With dizzy, uncoordinated steps, you get closer to getting some rest. Your head felt foggy. You weren’t sure which way you were walking anymore.

When did you collapse? Your cheek is against the cool stones of the courtyard. It felt strangely comfortable. You’ll rest your eyes, only for a moment. Your body goes limp as you drift off into unconsciousness.

Inside the butterfly mansion, a stubborn wind hashira stomps along. “For the last time, Kocho, I’m not spending the night here. I’m fine.”

“You have three broken ribs, Shinazugawa. I wouldn’t call that fine. You should stay here through the night and let us look after you.” Shinobu followed Sanemi, her usual smile gracing her lips. “We wouldn’t want your injury to get any worse.”

He stopped before the door and turned to face her; he could feel himself getting stressed. Tired after an extended mission, he wished to go home and sleep, not stick around Shinobu’s estate. “I’m not some low-ranking slayer. It’s not like I’ll curl up and die because of some broken ribs. I’m leaving.”

As Sanemi opened the door and walked into the courtyard, he realized he almost stepped on something. With his brain foggy with sleep, and the dark blanket of the night, it took him a moment to see what it was. His eyes widened. “What the hell?!”

Your head ached when you came to. The wooden ceiling of the butterfly mansion greets you. Slowly, sitting up and looking around the room; no one was occupying the other beds. Your body burned and ached at the slightest movement. For a moment, you thought you were completely alone. That was until you could hear a familiar snore.

Resting on a chair next to the bed was Sanemi. He had his head resting on his arms against the bed. Contrasting his permanent scowl when he was awake, he looked so peaceful. The crease in his brow was gone, and his shoulders were relaxed. It was nice to see him like this.

Gently, you set a hand atop his unruly hair. His eyes shot open the second your palm met his scalp. Wide, bloodshot eyes flicked up to meet yours. Sanemi practically leapt out of the chair. It was silent; the only noise was birds chirping outside. His expression was unreadable as his stare bore into you.

With a weak smile, you break the deafening silence. “Nemi, I’m so happy to see you.” Your voice was a strained whisper. Your throat itched and burned as you talked. “I was planning to visit you after my mission, and well…”.

A cup of water was thrust in your direction, a scarred hand connected to it. “Drink.” Came the simple word of Sanemi’s rough yet gentle voice.

Taking the cup, you give him a grateful nod before gulping it down. The cool liquid helps soothe your aching throat. “Thank you.” He takes the cup and sets it on the nightstand. Sanemi shifts so his body can fully face you.

“Quit the corps.”

It was such a cold, blunt sentence. Any hint of warmth in Sanemi’s voice was gone. His face held no expression now. There’s a faint twitch in his hand.

“Huh, why are you saying that so suddenly?” You asked, confused by his demand. Once you started dating, Sanemi would ask if you had any plans for your future, if you ever wanted to do something besides hunting. But never had he been this forward about leaving the corps.

Sanemi’s face goes through a few different emotions before settling on anger. He takes a couple steps closer to the bed, a scowl on his face. “Didn’t you hear me?! I said quit! Quit the corps; quit being a demon slayer!” He growled, his eyes intense. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst.

You felt shaken. Sanemi’s temper was never toward you. To see it happen now felt like a punch to the gut. Especially with your head throbbing in pain. “I should quit just because I got hurt? We’re slayers. It's practically a part of the job.”

“Well, this job isn’t for you! You were lying half-dead on Kocho’s doorstep! Might as well quit while you still have your life!” Sanemi shouted. His voice filled with anger and something more pained.

Feeling annoyed and hurt, you yelled back. “I just woke up, and the first thing you wanna do is chastise me? You’ve come home hurt many times, Sanemi. I’ve never told you to quit!’

“This is different. I’m a hashira. I’ve faced demons ten times stronger than any pathetic thing you’ve managed to kill. You’re weak, and those who are weak die! It’s amazing you got passed final selection at all!”

The room suddenly fell silent. Sanemi’s heavy breathing was the only thing filling the air. His face was red with rage. He stares down at you, and you suddenly feel small. He wasn’t a hashira for no reason. Seeing him tower over you like this was intimidating.

After a long, tense moment of silence, Sanemi speaks once more. “Leave the fucking corps.” Those were the last words before he stomped out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.

You didn’t see him around for days. Not once had he come around to apologize or even visit. Sanemi had purposely been avoiding coming by the butterfly mansion. He would have one of the kakushi treat him or just walk back to his estate after a mission. He felt terrible about how he treated you, but it was necessary. To protect you, he had to be cruel.

Though, as time passed, he just kept feeling worse. He had to yell at you so you would quit the corps. He had to treat you like he did with Genya. But did that even work? His brother still became a demon slayer, even going as far as eating demons. This aching feeling was gnawing at him. You were just as stupidly stubborn. You wouldn’t leave the corps just because he treated you like crap.

It had been a while since that argument had taken place. Your wounds were healing nicely, and you would be back to going on missions soon. Shinobu had stopped by for a check-up. She began to chat as she changed your bandages.

“You know, Shinaguzawa was about to burst a vein when he found you outside my estate.” She chuckled.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, still upset with your partner. “I’m sure he was.”

“He was yelling so loud. I was sure he would wake my other patients.”

The night Sanemi found you, he felt many things. While mostly anger, it was also grief and fear. He kneeled over your crumpled form, taking you in his arms. It was like there was a loud ringing in his ears. He could only feel warm blood soaking through your uniform, staining his own.

Shinobu was only a few steps behind him and quickly took in the sight. She ushered him to bring you into the estate. It was hard to separate him from your body. He was holding on so tightly. At first, Shinobu let him stay in the room as she worked. But as he kept barking at her to hurry up, to make you stop hurting, she kicked him out of the room. He sat by that door for hours, not bothering to change out of his blood-soaked clothes. He rushed into the room as soon as Shinobu finished patching your wounds.

The insect hashira left, allowing Sanemi his privacy. He sat by your unconscious body, Holding your hand tight and feeling your weak pulse.

“Why, why are you trying to leave me too? Why does this always happen to me?!” Through his anger and grief, a few tears spilled from his wide eyes. He needed to protect you. One of the last people he had left. No matter what it took or what he had to do. Sanemi couldn’t keep losing the ones he loved.

You were out for days, having lost so much blood. Sanemi stayed by your side whenever he could, only ever leaving for missions or meetings.

“Hm, you're healing well. Your ribs only have slight bruising now, and your concussion is gone. Once you finish your rehabilitation training, I’ll discharge you.” Shinobu spoke with her usual light tone as she wrote a few notes down.

Buttoning your shirt back up, you give her a polite smile. “Thank you, Kocho. You’ll have to let me pay you back one day.”

“Oh, no need! Healing is just what I do.” As she spoke, her eyes gained a mischievous glint. Her dainty form takes a seat on your bed. She leans in close with a smirk. “But if you're offering, how about you pay me back with some gossip?”

You look at her with a bit of suspicion. “What kind of gossip?”

Shinobu chuckled a little, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, don’t play dumb. That argument wasn’t exactly quiet. I’m sure I can help. I’m a great listener.”

You let out a disgruntled sigh, looking at the hashira next to you. “I mean, why ask if you already heard everything?” Shaking your head, you decide to feed Shinobu’s curiosity. “It's just, Sanemi got so mad at me. I finally wake up after days, and the first thing he does is berate me.” You rant. It felt good to be able to talk about this.

“Well, Shinaguzawa does have the emotional intelligence of a brick. That doesn’t excuse his actions, but it does explain them. So, do you plan on forgiving him?” Shinobu asked, wondering how you’d answer.

That question was harder to answer the longer you thought about it. You wanted to forgive Sanemi, but what he said was hurtful. Even if he wanted to protect you, could you forgive him for saying those things?

“I don’t know. Part of me wants to, but I still feel so hurt.” A pang of sadness shot through your chest.

Shinobu looks at you with a look of sympathy. Setting a gentle hand on your shoulder, she stands up. “I’m sure he’ll come around eventually. Even if he won’t admit it, he’s pretty soft towards you.” She chuckled.

A few days passed, and you had fully recovered. Tonight would be your last night in the butterfly mansion. Packing your things, the door to your room slides open. Turning around, Sanemi stood in the doorframe. In his scarred hands was a parcel wrapped with twine. He looked as if he were nervous.

And truthfully, he was. He could fight waves of demons and not break a sweat. But emotions were a whole other ballpark for him. There’s a long, awkward silence as he stands there. He clears his throat a bit before speaking. “Can I come in?”

You reply with a silent nod. Sanemi moved to take a seat on the bed. You sit next to him, though a bit far away. For a moment, it’s like he hesitates before offering you the parcel. “This is for you.” He said quite bluntly. “I know it looks like shit. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.”

Taking the parcel and unwrapping it, it was filled with food. Fried meat and vegetables topped over a bed of rice. On the side, there was also a few ohagi. The knife cuts were sloppy, and the ohagi was misshapen. The food was clearly homemade.

Before you could say anything, not even a thank you, Sanemi began to speak again. ‘I want to…apologize. I know crappy lunch and words won’t fix anything I said. Seeing you hurt made me lose my shit, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“Sanemi, I-”

“Let me finish.” He almost snapped but looked apologetic afterward. “I need to work on my emotions rather than resorting to anger. It’s immature of me. But seeing you on the ground, looking like a corpse,” Sanemi stopped talking for a second, trying to bite back the rage bubbling up. “I want you to have a good life. No bleeding out, no fighting, no demons. But, being a slayer is your life. I can’t just tell you to drop everything you know because I don’t like it.”

His tone gets more tense, almost pained. “I want to work things out, and I hope you can forgive me.”

Standing up, you move to stand in front of Sanemi. You wordlessly wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. The hashira was expecting a slap, any kind of negative reaction. To feel your arms hold him felt like a breath of fresh air.

“I still feel upset with you. And we’ll need to talk about that.” You curl up further into his arms, into his warmth. “But for now, I just want you to hold me.” You had been so lonely during the weeks he avoided you. Even if you were upset, you still loved him.

Sanemi quickly obliges. Wrapping his strong, scarred arms around you. Feeling your soothing heartbeat, feeling that you were alive. Though he was still tense, a wave of relief washed over him. It was okay if you didn’t forgive him now, or maybe ever. At the moment, all that mattered to him was that you were alive.

The two of you would have a long talk. But for now, it was nice to sit in each other presence.

#sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer oneshots #kny x reader #kny sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #x reader

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ginkgo-phyta · 3 months

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I dunnu if I'm asking right but Spencer with injured knee who feels bad that his gf is taking care of him so much but he's horny and he's also kinda feeling shy asking her to take care of his lil problem but she ofc delivers.

On a side note: cane spencer drives me insane ok thank you <3

yes yes, you asked right!! what a wonderful first request THANK YOU I LOVE YOU hopefully this inspires more people to request pls pls PLS im actually begging atp. anyway, im so loving this request and tell me why i was thirsting over spence w/ a cane literally last night we’re on the same wavelength rn anon ilysm. i hope this piece satisfies you! i actually strayed a lil bit from the prompt, in this spencer doesnt outright ask. i hope that okay eeee but if you want me to do another where he DOES actually verbally ask, i would love to do that, too. fair warning idk if this is still a "drabble" LMAO its 2.6k words i couldnt stop myself, but here you go, my love :] i hope you enjoy

SMUT, afab!reader, description of female anatomy, oral (male receiving)

It’s some odd hour of the night, the sounds of a black-and-white film Spencer’s not quite paying attention to playing on your laptop intermittently gets interrupted by the hoot of an owl perched on a tree somewhere in the distance. You pay it no mind, engrossed by the inviting images flashing before you as you absent-midedly trace figurines onto Spencer’s clothed leg. The two of you were nestled on the couch in his living room, your head resting in his lap after triple-checking you would be far enough from his injury and that he was comfortable. Although he tried his best to repeatedly reassure you, his current shifting began raising your doubts again. Your fingers abandoned their dancing right above his knee as you pushed your body up, leaning your weight on your hands placed firmly on the cushion to crane your head and look at your boyfriend

“Spencer, honey, what’s wrong?” Your voice was warm and full of worry, the timbre washing a feeling of love and desire over the doctor's body, sending a shiver down his spine.

“N-Nothing’s wrong,” he started with a stutter, clearing his throat before continuing, “why’d you move?” you were vaguely aware of his eyes darting down before meeting yours again, but you waved it off, figuring he was just caught off guard. In actuality, Spencer was trying his best not to stare at your mouth-watering cleavage pouring over the neckline of your lounging shirt, deliciously pushed up by the position of your arms.

“I moved because you keep moving, silly. Is your knee hurting again?” Your hand reached out to resume their traces, this time ghosting the top of the ailed joint, your gaze moving along with it. “Maybe it’s time to put some heat on it, hmm?” you mumbled to yourself and before Spencer could even object, you were moving off the sofa and toward the kitchen.

As soon as you were out of the vicinity, Spencer’s head fell back against the couch with a soft thud, a groan of frustration rolling out of his throat. You had been taking such good care of him since his knee got shot last week, refusing to let him do anything by himself. He tried to stop you at first, but you explained to him how rewarding it was to you.

“I enjoy taking care of the people I love, Spencer,” you said with a serious look in your eyes, his face cupped gently between your palms, “I enjoy taking care of you. Please let me?” your words became quieter as your face inched closer to his. Spencer sighed at the feeling of your hands starting to card through his hair

“Okay, if you insist.” he sighed against your lips, finally giving in. The giggle his response drew from you drowned Spencer’s heart in ecstasy, and he decided he would simply return the favor some way, some time in the future.

That’s not what was frustrating him, though. It was how incredibly turned on he had been feeling the last couple days. The guilt of you having to take care of him, even if it’s something you wanted to do, prevented Spencer from touching you and he hated that. When it came to you, his lovely, kind, caring, thoughtful partner, all he wanted was to put his hands on you- sexually or not. Peppering your jaw with kisses, nuzzling his head into your neck, caressing your back as you rested on him, pressing his nose into your clit as his tongue delved into your folds; he lived for all of it. Even as you laid your head in his lap, he held back from massaging his fingertips against your scalp out of guilt and fear. He didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you, or pressure you into servicing him, if you will; even though he wanted it so bad and you were so close to his crotch it was making him crazy. Like a madman, he craved to touch you, to feel you. Your bare body pressed against his, nails scratching down his shoulders, your lips sucking his balls into your hot mouth, wet cunt spasming around his twitching cock. He knew none of that would happen, you reminded him as much after a check-up at the doctor’s office

“The doctor said no physical activity, remember? I can’t have you moving around, honey.” you said to him with a pointed look after the two of you had returned home where one kiss led to two, becoming deeper and more passionate. You pulled away before it could go any further and dutifully reminded him.

Since then, you mellowed down. Of course you gave Spencer massages wherever you felt he could use one, but you kept your kisses to pecks and made sure to stay on your side of the bed at night. Safe to say, Spencer was feening.

He shut his eyes tight and ran his hands through his hair, trying to compose himself before you came back into the living room. “Come on, get a hold of yourself.” he grumbled quietly, slapping his fingers against his cheeks in an attempt to drill it into his head. The sound of your light padding drew him back to the moment and you emerged into his eyesight with a tray.

“What’s all this?” Spencer let out a breathy chuckle, shifting to sit forward a bit more, as much as he could with his injured leg propped up on the table (on top of two pillows, as per your directions).

“Well,” you started after setting the tray down next to the laptop, standing straight to admire your handiwork and huff stray strands of hair out of your face, “I was in the kitchen getting the hot pack ready, so I put some snacks together. And then I thought maybe you could use some tea! It’s just an herbal tea I put together earlier- it’s mainly willow bark, but I also used some ginger and cinnamon. It’ll help with the taste while helping you heal, too!” you clapped your hands together in excitement, holding them against your chest like a giddy toddler. Spencer couldn’t help but laugh lightly, pride swelling in his heart, joy stretching a smile from ear to ear.

“I love you.” Was all he could say as he stared up at you.

You laughed at his dumbfounded reaction, lightly pushing his shoulder. “And I love you, too.” you smiled back at him before leaning over to hand the cup of tea to him, “I want you to get better fast.” you said matter-of-factly, this time duly noticing Spencer’s eyes fixated on your breasts. As you bounded over to the other side of the couch, you bit your lip as dirty thoughts of Spencer flooded your mind. Even though you’ve been doing your best in controlling yourself, you still missed him. A pout couldn't help but mold your lips every time you gave him a short and simple peck or you restrained your hands from traveling over sensitive parts of his body when massaging his shoulders.

You leaned back, body facing Spencer as you watched him sip on his tea. “How’s it taste, hon?” your voice had an unplaceable hint, causing Spencer to look over at you.

If he had taken a larger sip, the tea would have surely been spat out of his mouth as Spencer’s eyes met your figure. You were draped over the arm of the couch like a centerpiece, head tilted curiously to the side as your fingers played with the buttons of your thin satin shirt, a couple more popped open than before. He could see the edging of lace peeking out, beckoning to him, the shape of your pearled nipples begging to be free from their restraints. Spencer’s dick twitched in his pants.

“U-um,” he stuttered, shakingly putting the cup back on the table and averting his gaze from you. Spencer wiped his hands on his thighs, “G-good. It-” an audible gulp pierces his sentence, “Yeah, it’s nice.” He tries to lean back and focus on the movie still playing in front of him, but your movement from the corner of his eye has a grip on his attention.

You basically crawl over to him, the leather couch creaking as you settle as close to his body as you can. Side pushed against the back cushion, your legs tucked under you, knees pressing against Spencer’s thigh. He begins to squirm, trying to ignore the tent growing in his pants- but you don’t.

“Oh, baby,” you rasped seductively, one hand reaching out to press against his thigh, the other tucking his long hair behind his ear, “do you need me to take care of you?”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, the feeling of your hand so close to his crotch immediately caused his eyelids to drop close. The beginnings of a whimper bubbled up in the back of his throat, but he contained it. He didn’t trust himself to speak, residing to vigorously shaking his head.

“No?” you demurred with a quirk of a brow, fingers waltzing over to graze his hardening cock, “It doesn’t seem like that’s true.” you lean closer to him, breasts pressing against his arm as you whisper against the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, baby, you can tell me.”

Against his wishes, the whimper broke free from Spencer’s throat, sauntering like music into your ears. You hummed in delight at the reaction you’re eliciting from Spencer as his head rolled to bump into yours; his hands shoved under his hands, veins in his arms bulging as he tried his hardest to hold himself back. His bottom lip is trapped in between his teeth, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace to keep up with his ragged breathing as your fingers fully grip him, palm slowly grinding into his base.

“No!” he blurted out, “It’s okay, you don’t have to. You- oh! You already do s-so much for me. Besides, we can’t, you said…you said so yourself- mm-mhm!” a piteous moan cuts his sentence off and you can’t help but revel in it.

You think back to the conversation he references, shaking your head when you find a loophole, “I said you couldn’t move…That doesn’t mean I can’t still take care of you.” with a smirk you shift slightly, moving your hands to push at the waistband of Spencer’s plaid pajama pants. Before you could get it down even an inch, Spencer’s hands fly up to grab your wrists.

The way he crooned out your name had your eyes whipping to meet his, confusion welding your features, “You r-really don’t have to,” Spencer swallowed hard once again, but his voice was steadier than before, more firm, “I feel so bad, you’ve done so much for me. I…” a second passes as he tries to find the right words, “I feel so guilty for making you do this. I shouldn’t even be so turned on it’s wrong-”

You cut him off before he can go on, your hands moving to gently grasp both of his as you attempt to reassure him, “Spencer, you’re not ‘making’ me do anything. It’s not wrong at all. I want to- I want you. I miss making you feel good, baby. It’s okay to be turned on, won’t you let me help you?” One of your hands caresses his cheek, thumb shifting to trace under his bottom lip. “I’ll be careful, I know exactly how to make you feel good without you having to move a muscle.” Your once reassuring voice is back to dripping with desire as you whisper against the corner of his mouth, reeling Spencer in with ease.

He moans at your words, nuzzling into your palm and he digests your words. After a couple seconds go by, eyes flitting between each of yours to confirm your feelings, he caves in, “Please…”

His breathy plea spurs you onward and you make quick work of pulling down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free. The sight of his unbelievably hard, thick length hitting his abdomen was drool-worthy. Spencer sighed at the feeling of the cool air slicing the leaky head of his dick. He rested his head back against the sofa, watching you through heavy lids. You adjusted your position to get more comfortable before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his tip, looking up at Spencer to watch his face. “Remember,” you started with a wicked smile, a single finger drawing up the underside of his length, “don’t move, honey.” And with that you descended onto his cock.

Ideally, you would have taken your time, but you were a starved woman. As soon as the head of Spencer’s cock passed your lips, you were moaning. You couldn’t even look up at him as you usually loved to do, losing yourself in the feeling of his fat cock stretching your lips. You sucked him in, first working the top half to warm yourself up, swirling your tongue around the tip, pressing into his sensitive spot, before swallowing down the rest. Obscene sounds filled the fervent air of the apartment, the salacious music emanating from Spencer’s throat proved to be the icing on the cake.

His hands were balled up, one desperately trying to hold onto the leather of the couch while the other fisted the fabric of your shirt, knuckles pressed against your back. Spencer felt like he was ascending to heaven, each suck of your lips, lap of your tongue, moan around his cock, had whimpers and unintelligent pleas mumbling from his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!” was the only coherent sentence he could form. He didn’t hold back, either, paying no mind to whether or not his neighbors would be awoken.

His head thrashed against the back couch cushion as the desire to buck up his hips heightened. Your palms pressing into the top of his thighs, nails digging into his skin, prevented him. Still, you deftly bobbed up and down his long cock.

“A-ah, please! More, more, pleasee!” he whined out, his entire body shuddering from the pleasure. You moaned in response, not waiting any longer to burrow down on him, his length reaching even further down the back of your throat until your nose hit the dense plat of curly hair covering his base. “Oh my fucking God” Spencer groaned, his hands flying to rest on your head, fingers tangling into your hair, but not pushing you down. You stayed there for a few seconds, nails grounded further into the flesh of his thighs, allowing Spencer to feel the way your throat contracted around his cock. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he breathed out, pushing your hair out of your face to look down at you properly. The view of you completely consuming him, eyes rolled back into your head, tears pricking the corners, brows furrowed in concentration as you fought your gag reflex and moaned around him almost had Spencer cumming down your throat right then and there. He would’ve, too, if you hadn’t released him from your mouth with a squelch, moving up closer to his line of sight, panting to catch your breath.

Spencer tried to thrust his hips up, but you held your weight down on him. “Oh, baby,” he whined out, cupping your face with both his big hands. You stared at him with a fucked out smile, chin covered in a mixture of your drool and his precum which you then wiped at with the back of your hand. “Please,” he whined, his splayed fingers pressing into the side of your hairline and your neck, “I’m so close. Wanna cum so bad…” he pulled your face to his and dove into to engulf your lips with his. He moaned into the deep kiss, tasting himself on you. Much to his dismay, you pulled away just a couple seconds later, leaving your lips against his to whisper:

“You wanna come in my mouth or in my pussy, baby?”

A/N: and, scene!! thank you again, anon, for being my first request, this was so fun and i actually finished this in one sitting just for you! anyone want a pt.2 where reader rides spencer??? wink wink :D also why do i have this scenario in my head when reader is absent-mindedly like...stroking spencer's cane LOL but it just turns him tf on cuz hes like omg i need you to do that to my dick pls HAHAHA

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid

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starleska · 1 year

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HI ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED W YOUR RECENT WALLY HCS😢😭😭😭 need more If you're still taking writing requests, could you do some jealous Wally headcanons?🤭🤭🤭 he just seems like the type to be a yandere that’s obsessed w you

eeee thank you very much lovely anon!!! 🙈💖💖💖 writing these Wally headcanons is so fun!!! and ohohoho, i most certainly can. buckle up 😉 content warnings for jealous, manipulative, borderline abusive behaviour including stalking, as well as Eldritch powers and hypnosis. this is for the yandere!Wally fans! :3c

Jealous!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons

🍎 Wally's jealousy isn't overt, but he can't fool you. at first you thought it must all be in your head; that warm smile of Wally's becoming static, frozen, when aimed at your new friend who is taking up a little more of your time today than usual. yet the more time you spend with this friend, the more you find Wally's pleasant façade slipping. there's an unnerving edge to his voice when he asks, "Did you have a good time?", and his usual stimming - taps and touches with a charming, unrhythmic musicality - now sound like harsh, stinging slaps. you try to reassure Wally that you aren't replacing him, but Wally laughs a little too loud, and pretends like nothing is wrong. "I don't mind!" says Wally. "After all: I know that you're my best friend."

🍎 when Wally's jealousy increases, he takes more extreme measures - by defacing your image. you come home one day after a lovely outing with your new pal, happy but exhausted. you make your way to your bedroom, but are horrified to find the place in shambles. your drawers have been yanked out and overturned, and sheaves of paper scatter the floor like a tornado just cleaved through your window. shaking, you pick up a piece of paper...only to find it's a photograph of you and your friend, taken from a distance and without your knowledge. the photograph is scribbled over with a violent scrawl of red crayon. panicked, you pick through the other photographs, and find that every single one is ruined: angry art-marks slashing through your smiling faces. you're frightened and angry, and you go straight to Wally's Home to confront him, clutching fistfuls of photographs and trembling with the adrenaline. yet Wally looks lazily over the photos, his eyes betraying nothing. "I don't know why someone would do this," says Wally. "But whoever did sure seems to care about you."

🍎 although you try to distance yourself from Wally after that, he doesn't take well to being abandoned. one morning you're just stepping over the threshold of your home, ready to meet your friend - when you lock eyes with Wally. he's standing a short distance away, with his arms tucked politely behind his back. "Going somewhere?" Wally asks. as he does, his pupils balloon, and his eyelids peel back to reveal the full extent of his scleras. a sick wave of vertigo crashes into you, and you have to grab the doorframe to keep your balance. "No...I don't think so," you say, your voice coming out weak. "That's good," says Wally. he moves towards you, and as he gets closer, a crackling, ringing static builds on the inside of your skull, getting louder with every soft step of Wally's shoes on the grass. your brain swims through a new, impossibly dense fog, and your knees nearly give out. Wally - when did he appear at your side? - slips a hand around your waist, and guides you gently away from the sunlight and back into your living room. "I think we should spend more time together," says Wally, in a way which is not a suggestion. you find yourself nodding. of course you should. Wally's your best friend...isn't he? always fun to write a darker side to Wally - i hope you like this one 🥰

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home arg #starleskasks #starleskawrites

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rzyraffek · 7 months

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hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight

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sokkigarden · 9 months

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Hi babe. I have a special request cause I'm SAD! Can I get a jamie x reader where Jamie is always there to hear about readers failed dates but he's actually hopelessly in love with her? Then romantic reveal? Lots of kissing? Idk do what you want with it

tysm for sending this in! i didn't forget about this ask i swear! this drabble was sitting in my brain for days and i finally wrote it all out in a haze of productivity LOL. i hope you like this and i hope you aren't sad anymore eeee <333

i've loved you for so long

jamie tartt x female reader | 1.2k words | friends to lovers

“ugh i can’t believe i went out with him again! especially after the whole handshake thing.”

jamie looked over at you as you snuggled into his couch cushions, recounting yet another disastrous date you had just come from. he wanted to be a good friend and listen, but he was finding it hard to pay attention. his mind was aflutter with his own messy thoughts.

should he tell you the truth?

he loved being your friend and being there for you, especially on nights like these. he loved how your cheeks got flush as you talked too fast, giving every detail of the story. he loved how you clutched his throw pillow, still dressed up from your date but heels discarded by the front door. he loved how you spread your legs across his couch, like you owned the place. in a way you did. in a way, you owned his heart, his whole being; home and prized possessions be damned.

he loved that he was the first person you wanted to talk to after a failed night out. among your many months of friendship, you had been a comfort to him in so many ways. he felt lucky to believe you thought the same of him.

to put it simply, he loved you. everything about you.

and he was a coward to not say anything. sitting in angsty silence as you talked about being wine-and-dined by other men every other week. he knew what you wanted, and he wanted that same thing, with you, so why couldn’t he just let himself admit it?

he hummed as you continued, nodding along to your story when appropriate. your feet were in his lap, and he ran his fingers gently along your calf, watching in the lowlight as you shivered at his touch.

“i should’ve known when he dropped me off with a handshake that it wouldn’t work out. a handshake! who does that!” you exclaimed. “like if you don’t want to kiss me, there are other options available.”

you huffed, awaiting his response, but suddenly the image of kissing you himself was all jamie could think of. up against the door to your flat. in the boot room. out on the pitch after a win. while cooking dinner together. in the morning between his sheets.

“that’s crazy,” he said absentmindedly. clearly not the response you were expecting from him.

“hm?”

“the fact he didn’t kiss you,” he added, speaking without fully thinking about what he was saying. “i would’ve.”

you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at his words. “thanks, jamie.”

you clearly thought it was all a joke. as you let out a soft chuckle, you caught him staring at you intensely. jamie always gave you his full attention, but in that moment he couldn’t help himself. he knew he wore his emotions on his face but he refused to look away.

he held your stare for a moment, before glancing from your eyes to your nose. his gaze lingered on your lips for a beat too long before he focused back on your eyes.

you broke eye contact first, looking away shakily. you pulled your feet off his lap and warning bells rang through his head. he’s messed this up. you were retreating from him, and he will never get to fully tell you how he feels. hell, you probably won’t even be his friend after this.

he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to stave off the negative thoughts coursing through his head. he was brought back into the moment as he felt you shift closer, having set down the pillow you’d been holding.

he didn’t dare to make a move, sitting frozen as he watched you come closer. he held his breath as you ran a hand gently through his hair and pressed an experimental kiss to the side of his mouth.

as soon as your lips touched, it was like jamie finally woke up. he took the opportunity in stride, kissing you like he’s wanted to for ages.

you were warm against him, and soft. so soft. he wound his arms around your torso, pulling you closer. he kissed you like it was his only chance to prove his love to you. your hands tangled in his hair, scratching your nails across his scalp. he felt alive for the first time. he didn’t want this moment to end.

he pressed open mouthed kisses across your jaw and neck. he found a spot just beneath your ear that made you hum, low in your throat.

“you’re either an extremely good kisser or you’ve wanted to do this for a while,” you said, your voice a bit breathless.

jamie’s conquest of your neck paused and he pulled back slightly. you wondered if you had ruined the moment.

he looked deeply into your eyes as he affirmed, “both,” before seizing your lips again. you melted against him, and he wondered what he was so scared of. why he hadn’t done this sooner.

“i’ve wanted you for so long,” he mumbled against your lips.

now it was your turn to pause, as you broke apart. you blinked several times as if trying to clear your head.

“jamie,” you started, and he felt his heart drop. here it comes. rejection. “you know i’m not just looking to hook up right? i keep going on these dates because i want to find something more.”

his eyebrows knitted together as he processed your words. did you really think all he wanted was to sleep with you?

“do you really not know?”

you shook your head in confusion. “know what?”

“how much i love you.”

jamie saw your eyes go wide and your mouth opened but no words came out. so there it was. he’d finally said it. there was no going back. he didn’t want to think about just how screwed up he was if you didn’t feel the same.

you slid your hands over his shoulders, clearly trying to process his words. finally you spoke.

“i didn’t know you felt this way.”

jamie pulled away, creating distance between the two of you. he didn’t want your pity. he didn’t want you to let him down softly. he just wanted to finally be honest with himself, and with you. he hoped he was strong enough to face the consequences.

“it’s okay if you don’t,” he replied. “i just… it had to come out eventually i guess.”

you grasped his hand, running your fingers across his knuckles. you stared at the plains of his palm as you spoke.

“i was only going on so many dates to distract myself. to get past my feelings for you.” you finally glanced up at him. “i didn’t think i had a chance.”

jamie shook his head in disbelief. “how could you not? you’re everything to me.”

he squeezed your hands, holding eye contact, hoping his feelings crossed his face like every other emotion seemed to. in return, your eyes glistened in the lowlight.

“we’ve always just been good friends,” you said, “and i’m not like the girls you normally date.”

suddenly jamie swept his arms around you, embracing you in a hug, burying his face in your hair. you hugged him back just as much.

“you’re so much more than that.” he murmured.

you brought your lips to his once more, pouring every emotion into your kiss.

and in that moment, everything finally clicked into place.

song inspo: i've loved you for so long by the aces !!

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carols-writting · 7 months

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EEEE AM HAPPY YOU DID MY REQUEST!!!

I also hope your doing well!

If you dont kind if I could request again. I would like to request Macaque, Wukong and Redson (separately not sure if I have to say that but I will just incase) So the they are busy and working on what ever they have they do and Reader quietly walks in the room and just leaves a origami bird (either on a desk or just right by them) when they arent looking quietly leave and doesnt say anything but comes back a bit later with another one and just leaves it by them and when they ask the reader about the birds the reader says something along the line of "well I was bored and wanted to do something for you and did this and the bird needed a friend so that's why I made two"

-🖍 anon

HOW SUN WUKONG, MACAQUE AND REDSON REACT TO A READER WHO GIVES THEM TWO ORIGAMI BIRDS

fluffy + romantic

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scenario: reader silently and secretly walks in the room the character is, places a origami bird somewhere and leave. after some minutes they come back again and leave another origami next to the last one. when asked about their behaviour they explain that the first origami was a gift, but they made a second one so the first one dont feel alone

reader: they/them pronouns used, no physical appearance established, a request

warnings: no warnings

authors note: hai!!1! im glad you liked my last request i did for u! im doing well, just a bit stressed cause i did a math test and i felt very stupid :T im literally starting to forget it anyways (pro of having serious memory issues) (update: i already forgot about that). ty for the request >w<

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SUN WUKONG

MACAQUE

- you walk so silently and in the right time, when he was very busy with his novela, so he didnt noticed you enter or leave. especially putting the origami bird on the couch seat next to him. he continues to scream "NO! MARIANA! DONT ACCEPT HIS PURPOSE!!!1! HES A FUCKING HORE!!1! HE FUCKED YOUR MOM!!1!" at the tv, watching his mexican novela

- but then he notices you entering and putting the second origami bird close to his seat, he looks at the two birds then look at you with a puzzled expression "... what are you doing?" his eyes was wide in curiosity "well... i was bored and wanted to do something for you, so i made this little guy but he needed a friend, so i made a little guy for the little guy"

- he just looks at you without emotion, trying to process your logical reasoning. then he starts to laugh, getting up and walking closely to you "YOU ARE SUCH A CUTIE!!1!" he say loudly and pinching your cheeks, you noticed that he was slightly blushing and you figured out his tail was in a heart shape "... thank you, my love" his face had a big smile while he tightly hug you

- he loves it!!1! he even asked you to make a little paper home to the birds so they can be safe from cold, saying that they are married and pointing out that "they are like us fr fr" (he says "fr fr" because of Mei and MK). he also sometimes make the birds kiss and point at them saying "us", then point at his lips, asking for a kiss

REDSON

- he was on the kitchen, he noticed you because of his shadow controlling powers, but he was too into his thing (cleaning the dishes and contemplating about his life choices) to give any further thoughts. so you successfully secretly left a origami on the kitchen banker

- the second time he finished his task, so he noticed you putting a new origami bird close to the other and he just stares at you, curiously "... what are you doing?" he ask with his tail switching sides, showing his curiosity "well... i was bored and wanted to do something for you, so i made this little guy but he needed a friend, so i made a little guy for the little guy"

- he made a 'o' with his mouth and just stare at you for more seconds "... thats cute" he say, finally smilling a bit "you are cute" he comes closer to you and pinch your cheeks "thanks, my dear" he whisper, touching yall foreheads together and then backing away "anyway, i was thinking and-"

- he gets you, hes autistic and he also somehow thinks that objects have feelings, he gets overly attached to them and protective. he actually would ask you to make a friend to the first origami bird anyway, leave these little guys alone feels wrong and bother him (ofc not projecting haha)

- he loves it too!!1! he keeps them in a space inside his desk with the others gifts you made for him. me thinks hes a writter, so sometimes he makes the birds kiss and pretend its his two characters. just to be able to imagine better the scene or have a better dialogue (not because its fun... ofc not...)

- btw, yes, Macaques and Wukongs headcanons are similar, its on purpose cause me thinks they are the same word on a diferrent font

- he is working on a new type of robot in his "work office", as Mei call it. hes so focused that he dosent hear you putting a origami bird on a desk next to him. also, you notice that his tongue is slightly out in concentration >w<

- the second time you put a origami bird hes more aware of his surroundings and quickly notices you. he looks at you curiously "... what- whats going on?" he ask fixated on the origamis "well... i was bored and wanted to do something for you, so i made this little guy but he needed a friend, so i made a little guy for the little guy"

- he looks at you for some seconds, until his hair flames gets suddenly stronger. you recognise it as a reaction to strong emotions. he stay silent for more seconds and you patiently wait for his next reaction, you learned that he needs a extra time to word his feelings "i- ... thanks." he say coming closer and holding your cheek with one hand, you are able to feel his body warmth because it was pretty hot "my royalty" he kisses your forehead and immediately backs off "ANyway- im making this robot who-"

- he "secretly" loves it!!1! he waits you to leave, then he keeps the origamis in his room closet, checking if they are "hurt" everyday along with your others gifts. sometimes he plays with them like barbies, remembering how he didnt played as a kid because he thought he was "too growned up for that". he have a lot of fun!!1!

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #six eared macaque #macaque x reader #lmk macaque #red son #lmk red son #red son x reader #lego monkie king #headcanon #x reader

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ilycorisradiata · 2 years

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Hello, may I request a Ayato x m reader? little connected to the 'bloodline' where reader after getting so much attention and pumpering by Ayato wants to pay him back aka make him happier with things he likes tut I think we all know.. - so the reader tries to service Ayato and call him Master which makes Ayato turn to possesive self, do as you want I really loved your ffs!! (psst maybe Thoma accidently coming in to where reader tries to put on some kind of clothes to visually please Ayato then he apologizes but reader has a hard time putting it on so ask for help and that's it.. -) Sorryyy if I ask for too much!!

bloodline pt. 2

ಌ bloodline: kamisato ayato x masc!reader

ಌ theme: you pay back ayato as you feel he spoils you too much !

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, amab implied reader, no pronouns used for reader, ayaka gave you presents<3, skimpy lingerie, thoma helps you fix the linger oops poor dude blush blush, calling ayato master, he calls you pet, anal fingering, desk chair sex, desk sex, creampie, short aftercare<3, solo edited + solo read, cross-posted on ao3

ಌ wc: 3.5K

ಌ notes: eeee hi anon! thank you so much, i hope you enjoy this<3 i assume you've also got another request from what i see in my ask box, so i'll work on that soon :') bloodline pt. 1

It had been a couple of weeks since that night that had blown all of your troubles away. Everything felt amazing, you never heard any gossipers and Ayato was always clear in his praises, making sure you were alright. He had Thoma check up on you often when he was busy, even going so far as to make sure there was tea prepared for you and always having someone there to make sure you were fine.

Although the concern that first plagued your mind was at ease, you now had another problem. Ayato had been pampering you and giving you as much attention as he could, so much so that you started to feel guilty. Not because you felt undeserving, but guilty in a way that you weren’t giving as much back, and he’d always explain that you didn’t need to do anything for him. He was content in spoiling you as much as he could because seeing you happy made his entire day much brighter, but you still wanted to pay him back for his kindness. You wanted to do something for him. Whilst walking along the seashore with Ayato, you pondered many things that you could do to give him, your silence washing over the both of you, making Ayato question you.

“Why are you so quiet today, hmm? Is something on your mind?” He squeezed your hand, watching the waves slowly come in.

“Well… If you could have something from me, what would it be? It could be physical or non-physical.”

“Hmm… I thought we spoke on this before. I don’t need anything physically from you, because you already give me a lot, Y/N.” You look to him to see his usual warm smile, the one that reaches his eyes and his eyes crinkle at the sides ever so slightly. Sighing and looking to the sea, you knew he wouldn’t be able to answer in a way you’d hoped, he’s far too kind for his own good sometimes.

“Is something the matter?”

“I wish I could give you more than what I already do… You have given me so much, as well as having done so much for me in terms of reassurance that it feels unfair. I want to spoil you as well.” He stops in his tracks, unknowing to you as you continue with the pace you were both walking at before, admiring the way the sun was in its descent into the sea. Sighing to himself with a smile, he catches up to you, latching himself onto your hand.

“I can’t tell you what I want because I already have you, but if you want to spoil me more… Then go ahead. I’ll wait for what you prepare, even if it takes you a while and it’s been forgotten about in the meantime by myself.” Laying a kiss to the back of your hand, he squeezes it and spins you around to continue looking at the sea, arms wrapped softly around you. The sun had begun to dip into it, the auburn glow dying the sea as it glitters slightly with the appearance of the stars.

“We should go before it gets cold out here, I don’t want you becoming unwell.”

“I don’t want to get unwell either, because then my chances of spoiling you are gone as you would be pampering me until I got better.” With a chuckle, he lets your waist go to reach for your hand, guiding you back to the estate. It was a quiet night after that, where you both quickly got washed before falling asleep. The fresh sea air clearly doing both of you a favour with how quick it was for Ayato to fall asleep with you closely behind him.

When you woke up, Ayato was already away to do his duties, with a note on the small tea table near the futon. He normally left you a note on days he was in a rush more than usual, and it seemed that he wouldn’t be back until after dinner where he would be in the study fixing documents. This gave you enough time to think of how to spoil him, what you could do for him in return for his continued kindness.

It gave you an idea, remembering that Ayaka gave you many presents that you honestly had never shown to anyone else in sheer embarrassment. Ayaka was soft and kind-hearted towards you, but she absolutely loved how flustered you got over her brother. So, one day she had prepared many gifts for you, without much reason behind it. She said to open them there and then, and when you had you were gone− skimpy yet beautiful garments laid in boxes. If your soul ever left your body it was definitely in that moment. A total K.O.

Ayaka had laughed at your reaction, loud enough for Ayato to pop his head into the room and of course, you had never thrown things into the cupboard faster in your life. You were dishevelled, panting with your eyes blown wide trying to protect the door to the cupboard and Ayato just looked at you in utter confusion. When it was evident that Ayaka was struggling to keep her laugh in, Ayato merely told her to behave and treat you nicely before leaving again, seeing as you had made eyes at him to leave for a while. Ayaka totally meant well, and of course it was now coming in handy. You rummaged through all of the options she had given you, humming at the thought of finally giving back to Ayato.

Holding some of the garments up after months of them just sitting in there, you shivered at the thought. Ayaka made a good job of picking these out, clearly paying attention to detail and the colour scheme, seeing as it completely matched Ayato’s formal attire perfectly. Before you put it on, you went to the nearest toilet and began preparing yourself. It was the norm now, not really needing Ayato with the stretching as much as you did before, but you didn’t do it entirely just so he could do a little bit of the job himself. When you were satisfied enough with it all, you moved back to the bedroom. You thank Ayaka mentally for the garments, even if it was just to get a reaction out of you, you sorted through it and began putting it on.

There was a soft knock on the door before it slid open, freezing in place as you looked towards the door to see a frightened Thoma. He looked as though he was a deer caught in headlights, frightened enough because he’d just caught you in a very vulnerable state, barely dressed and revealing much more than he’d obviously seen before. Turning away with a beet-red face, he stutters out a sentence before sliding the door to the room shut.

“S-sorry, I should’ve knocked and waited… Your tea has been prepared and I thought I would bring it to you, Y/N.” You let out a cough, trying to clear any embarrassment from your voice before speaking.

“It’s okay, Thoma.”

“I’ll place it outside, I apologise again.”

“Thank you… A-actually, Thoma? Could you help me? I know what you had seen was unbecoming of me, but I actually can’t get this to look neat enough.” You could feel the hesitance Thoma felt, before the door slid open again, Thoma entering and shutting the door behind him. He placed the tea down on the small tea table, before moving over to you with a hand covering his eyes. The problem you were having was that you couldn’t fasten some of the silk ties that would wrap around your front and then around your back, it wouldn’t look neat without a second person helping.

“You’ll need two hands for this… I’m sorry you have to witness such a thing, but this won’t look neat and I’m too embarrassed to ask anyone else.” You wrap it around your front and then around your back one by one, holding each tie out to Thoma. Shaking hands took hold of them both, delicately tying them into a bow that was easy to unravel again.

“I apologise again that you’re helping me with this…”

“No, it’s alright, I was just shocked is all… I don’t think Ayato would be very pleased with me seeing you like this, please don’t let him know that I helped you fasten this properly.”

“I won’t. Thank you so much, Thoma.” He had fastened the last few ties, placing a hand over his eyes once he was done. He muttered out a ‘you’re welcome’ before politely leaving, albeit in a hurry with a still red face that had all but quickly spread to the back of his neck and knuckles of his hands, sighing in relief when the door had slid shut again behind him. Your heart was beating nervously after that, mentally cursing yourself for putting Thoma through that struggle but it would definitely be worth it in the end.

Wearing much more appropriate attire on top of it all and grabbing a special little bottle, you made your way outside of your room to ask the maids within the estate if they could help you prepare some sweet treats for Ayato. With much glee, they were quick to whiz you away to get them all prepared, which thankfully didn’t take long considering how much stock of everything there was (which you hadn’t known about before, but you weren’t exactly surprised). After thanking the maids and making your way to his study, you spot Thoma who was leaning on the frame of the doors outside of it. He spots you and eyes the snacks, knocking on the door and sliding it open for you, shutting it after you were far enough inside as you heard something rattling and then footsteps quickly moving away from it. Ayato knew that it was you without removing his eyes from the papers in front of him.

“I see you’ve come to visit me. I won’t be long, so please make yourself comfortable.”

“Of course, master.” His reaction was obvious, he flinched and then coughed, his hand faltering to keep his pen still and you knew this had some effect on him. Placing the treats and the bottle to the side of him, you removed the garment to reveal everything you had prepared underneath, making your way to Ayato. He shifted in his seat, noticing you coming over to him but not really paying much attention to you, not just yet anyway.

You removed his left hand that kept the papers steady on his desk for a moment, just so you could slip in between and situate yourself on his lap. He was still unknowing to your current attire, simply allowing you to sit there whilst he worked away on the last few papers. Sitting patiently. There was no need to disturb him further, especially when his left hand made its way to your hip. When he had finished his work, he finally took a look at you, the normal look in his eyes disappearing and having been replaced with something more carnal.

“Was this your idea of spoiling me, Y/N? I’m already impressed, where did you find this in such a short period of time?”

“This was a present of many from Ayaka, the one I hid from you when you came in after hearing Ayaka laughing so loudly at me.” His hands had begun to wander as he took in everything in front of him.

“I see… She probably got this to tease you as your reactions to things like these are cute, but I am genuinely enjoying this very much.” Gloved hands felt up the silky material, eventually dipping his gloves everywhere that was bare, not covered by a thing. You shifted to straddle him, and a hand of his came up to cup your face, swiping his thumb over your lips.

“You look gorgeous…”

“Thank you, master.” The bob of his Adam’s apple was very prominent, a small glint in his eyes as his hands dove down to cup your ass, with a squeeze of course.

“That’s the second time you have called me that dear… Mind explaining why?”

“Is it not to your liking?”

“Oh pet, it is very much to my liking, I just wondered what brought this name on?” Bringing you in closer, he breathes down your neck and into your ear, whispering all the things he’d like to do with you. Every word felt like electricity was jolting through you, manoeuvring your hips into his every so often. Gentle kisses on your neck turn into nips and bites, sucking into your skin to let you know that you were entirely and utterly his. Pulling away, he brought his gloved right hand up to his mouth and pulled the glove off with his teeth before prodding two fingers into your mouth.

“Relax, we need to prepare you first.” You stop him mid movement to look behind you on his desk, looking at the lube readily there for him and yourself. He smiles at you for preparing so much, keeping a hand on the small of your back as he reaches for the little bottle, and every touch got you excited for more. Pulling back, he poured some on his fingers before steadying them at your hole. He kept his left hand gloved, watching your every squirm and twitch when he’d drag his hand down to your abdomen but would shy away from touching your cock. Eager to touch your behind however, pushing the panties aside, he was quick to delve in with his middle finger and a look crosses his face when he realises you’ve done a lot of prepping already. He made sure it was okay to push another in, looking into your eyes for a silent ‘ok’.

Of course, his fingers were much longer than your own, hitting every intimate spot within you like it was pure muscle memory. Feather-light touches whilst he plunges his fingers into you like no tomorrow, you couldn’t help but curl yourself into him from the stimulation, rutting backwards into his fingers like you were in heat every so often. He didn’t miss the little noises you made, the breathy ones and especially the desperate ones that got caught in your throat. His cool glove roamed your chest, giving little tugs to your nipples and swiping his fingers over them as his lips finally met with yours, drinking up all your gasps and moans whilst succeeding to drag more of them out of you. He lightly dragged his hand around your waist, all the way around to the small of your back. Pulling it upwards in light touches and this time you were begging him to just fuck you already, impatience clouding your mind as you wanted him now.

“I thought this was for me to indulge in. Aren’t you meant to be spoiling me, hmm?”

“I- I’m sorry… Please- I can’t take it anymore.” Removing his fingers, you whined at the sudden emptiness you were feeling and especially the painful erection you were sporting that was trapped in silk. He didn’t bother removing any of his clothes, simply unzipping and pulling his own cock out. Lifting you up to hover over him, he looked as though he was ready to devour you entirely and it made your heart quicken. When you finally sunk down onto him, it felt entirely different from before. It was like it reached even further into you, and you couldn’t help but squeeze around him tightly, forehead plastered against his.

“You look so amazing, and all of you is mine. Nobody can have you like this.” There was something carnal in his eyes, something different from what you’d seen before.

“Of course, and you’re mine as well, Ayato.”

“Have you given up on that name you have been calling me now? I do very much prefer you saying my name… But that one did have a nice ring to it, though.” His gloved hand pulled the material of the panties back, your cock slipping out and smacking your stomach, precum smearing everywhere. Hissing when his hand tugged on it, timing his slow and deep thrusts with his hand, and making sure you felt the leather of his glove properly on your cock whilst thumbing the slit every so often. He took note of every gasp and moan you made, every little movement. Genuine bliss from just seeing you enjoy yourself.

“They’ll hear you outside, pet. Or are you trying to let them know what we are doing?”

“Ayato− Just…”

“Don’t hate me in the morning.” Both hands made their way to your hips, pulling you nearly entirely off of him before slamming himself into you. Your arms flew around his neck, one short scream soon turned into nothing, not a peep left your mouth in pure shock over how deep this position let him hit. He did it again and again, wet slaps and your moans could be heard as they battered off the walls and echoed within the study, Ayato enjoying himself to the max without a shred of evidence that he’d stop any time soon. The delicious way he hit your prostate over and over, struggling to hold anything in, that embarrassment you could have felt dissipating. You whined when you came, soiling his suit jacket like you had some endless supply.

Ayato took this chance to change positions, sliding stuff across the desk to make room for you to lay on. Kissing you with a fervour you’d never seen on him before, tongues’ dancing and teeth clashing, it’s like he was desperate to consume every part of you in a short amount of time. Pulling you in by your hips, he angled them up so they’d meet his own. He pushed into you again, sliding in easily, pushing hair out of his face as his hips rolled slowly into you at a gentle pace.

“Faster…” You whined. Wanting him to be satisfied as well, which didn’t take him long to breathe out and obeying you, giving you what you wanted.

“You feel amazing, and I have this all to myself…” He slammed into you again and again, not missing the way you tried to prevent yourself from cumming again, hand gripping the base tightly. He removed your hand replacing it with his right one, playing dirty as he seen your face scrunch up and you tightening around him. That familiar knot in your stomach welling up again, but before you could let yourself cum, you reached your hands up to try and grab onto Ayato properly, wanting to hold him close. He noted, despite his blissed-out expression, smiling warmly and bending down for you to wrap your arms around him.

You whisper little ‘I love you’s between needy moans, blowing air down his neck which caused Ayato to shiver. His own needy pants, groans, and moans of your name let you know that he was close, where he buried his face into your neck. Littering wet kisses and biting your neck softly. To prevent him from escaping, you wrapped your legs around him, and he filled you up with his own release. He kept thrusting slowly, fucking his cum into you and shivering every time you squeezed around him, you released another pool of cum that still managed to get all over Ayato’s clothes. You both stay like that for a while, just holding each other close as you both catch your breaths, not really caring that the stickiness of it all was getting gross.

Ayato was the first to move, kissing up to your face and giving you a quick peck on the lips before sitting up the way. You untangled your legs that were still wrapped around him, and he slides out of you, noticing the way his cum just drips and drips out of you. He puts his cock back in his pants, noticing the mess they were in as well, before removing his jacket and using it as something to cover you up.

“Let’s go bathe together.” He had stated, helping you off of the desk and supporting you as you wobbled slightly like a baby deer.

“I feel like you’re spoiling me again…” Ayato laughs at this, shaking his head as he all but drags you to the bathroom. He sits you down on a stool when you arrive, running the bath and removing everything he was wearing. He undressed you as well, quickly getting under the small shower beside the bath to wash off quickly. After guiding you to the bath, sitting you into it and following suit by sitting behind you, he cuddled into your back as you both relaxed in the hot water.

“If this was spoiling you, then I want to know what taking care of my partner normally is like. You were amazing, I never would have thought you’d do something like that either.” He chuckled light-heartedly, kissing your shoulder blades and rubbing circles into your hips.

“Expect more to come, master.”

“Archons, what will I do with you.”

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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EEEE BACK AGAIN CUZ YOUR WRITING IS YUMMYYY

Valeria, Graves, König, and Soap (separately) who has a s/o who's into poetry?

like maybe they're a poet or a librarian or something.

bonus points for a silly little cozy aesthetic dressed s/o :33

MANY HUGSSSS

-☁️

(CLOUD ANON)

Hello again! Welcome back! I'm glad my silly writings are enjoyable to people! I wrote it so Reader is a librarian and writes poetry both, in most of these! I think I forgot for Soap! I hope these are good enough! Thank you very much for the request! ^^

Soap, Valeria, Graves, König with an S/O who likes Poetry

Soap: While he may have read some poetry throughout his life, but only because he was forced to at school, he doesn’t care for literature like that in the slightest. Sure, he can understand some metaphors and some messages a piece of writing might try to convey, but he won’t go out of his way to buy himself an anthology of William Blake. He doesn’t have the time to read, and he doesn’t really want to either, he’d much rather go outside and take a hike. However, once you come up to him with one of your poems in hand, he’s more than happy to sit down and read through it. The way the language flows, the way the words intertwine with each other and form something unmistakably beautiful, it has him in a chokehold after a while. He’ll always cheer you on, quietly, while writing and read everything that you put on paper. While he might not be the best at giving criticism, he can use his words to reassure you that your writing is, indeed, the bomb. If you ever release your works then you can be certain he’ll be the first to buy a copy of the book, maybe even several because he loves and supports you that much. He loves the cozy aesthetic you have. Beige cardigans with either matching trousers or skirts. If you’re roughly the same size then let him borrow one of your cardigans, he wants to feel for himself how warm and cozy they are. It’s not usually his style, but trying them on won’t kill him. He actually also kind of likes it when you send him pictures of you drinking tea or coffee with a book on the table. It’s, as mentioned, very cozy, very comforting. You’re living your best life, you’re happy and thriving, and that’s all that matters to him.

Valeria: Unlike Soap, she has picked up books after school. The only poem she has read after school was the Divine Comedy by Alighieri since it sounded interesting to her at the time. She never finished it, though, having become far too busy with the military and, afterwards, the cartel. She doesn’t particularly miss reading either, though. Maybe sometimes, when she just wants to have a nice and quiet day, she might pick up a book she found just lying around, but that book could contain just about anything. While she might not always have the time to read your poetry, it will likely be sitting on her desk for a few days before she can read it, she will visit you at your library. It’s calm there, it’s quiet, and likely not a place anyone would suspect someone of her caliber to be. While she might not particularly be there for the books, you could read her some poetry every once in a while. Doesn’t have to be at the library either, you could just check out a book and read to her at home. She can appreciate something like that, you spending time with her, reading your favorite poem in a soft, almost mellow, voice. She gets to see you happy, after all, and that’s what she’s usually striving for. Even if that library isn’t doing too well, she’ll always make sure that it’s up and running because you love your job as much as you do. She, too, likes your aesthetic. It’s fairly neutral, it doesn’t stand out too much. While it might be a bit boring to her occasionally, since you likely would look just as lovely in something a bit more flashy, she won’t tell you to dress you any differently. In fact, she might instigate you a bit and egg you on by buying you expensive coffee beans or expensive hand made tea. The most aesthetically pleasing tea pots and cups will be yours, in this case you won’t even need to ask her.

Graves: Graves has not picked up many books after school either. The occasional book on business and history, yes, but nothing that was written lyrically. It never interested him, he had to analyze poems at school and that was the start of his disdain for poetry. He never did well with writing down what a specific metaphor might mean, so he never got any good grades on that. At first, he won’t be very happy to see you’ve brought him a poem, even if it was written by you, but he won’t complain, he’ll read it and give you honest criticism. He’s better with constructive criticism than Soap because he can still see the poem’s flaws while being nice and uplifting about it so you can do better next time. It likely won’t ignite a spark for poetry in him, but he has a soft spot for you, so he’ll read anything you want him to see. On the off-chance he has time to visit you, he will. While he might not be as quiet as Valeria, he tries, but he just really wants to converse with you. He doesn’t get to see you often, so it wouldn’t be too unlikely for him to waltz up to your library in his gear either. He tries not to scare the people, but it doesn’t always work. Tries to convince you to go home early with him so you can pay attention to him instead of burying your nose in some books. It doesn’t work, but hey, an attempt has been made. He really digs that entire cozy aesthetic. You look warm, you look soft, you look like you want and need a good hug from him. He’s a very touchy person in general, but that goes up by 100% since he likes the feeling of your cardigan, it’s made of wonderful fabric. If you’re more of a coffee drinker, like he is, then you can drink some coffee at a lovely cafe together, he knows plenty of nice and calm places. Tea, too, but you’ll be alone in that endeavor since he’s a coffee drinker first and a human second. Send him some cute pics of you, though, he’ll appreciate them after a mission and tell you how good you look.

König: He sort of likes poetry, actually. While he hasn’t read enough to actually have a favorite, he likes the way it sounds when read, either out loud or in your head. While he, by no means, could ever write a poem himself, English or German, he does like to read some every once in a while. He has an anthology at home he never got around to finishing. It’s a calming hobby. However, he finds himself with a favorite poet once you show him your writing. He’s very supportive of you, asking you fairly often about your progress and how you’re doing, answering any and all questions you might have that might bring you some inspiration. Whenever he writes it’s somewhat dry, mostly because he’s used to writing reports these days and nothing else, so seeing your flowery, beautiful language makes him smile a bit. It makes him imagine the scenery very vividly, even if you don’t specify too much of your setting. He, too, will come visit you at work when he can, but he won’t make a ruckus. If he can talk to you, that’s fine, if he can help you sort some books, he’d love to, but if you just want to do your work in quiet, then he’ll grab himself a nice book and sit down quietly until you have time for him again. Might ask you some questions regarding some books, might ask you for some recommendations as well, but he respects your want for quiet. He also really likes your aesthetic, it’s such a contrast to what he’s used to. You don’t look like you’re fighting wars, you look as though you sit down at a park bench during late spring or early autumn to read some books, and he thinks that’s very nice. If you want to, then the two of you can sit together in silence while you’re reading some poetry and he’s reading the Schachnovelle. He’s more than happy to tell you about what he read or listen to you reading some of the poetry out loud as well. It’s nice, it’s calming. It’s so far away from what he normally does at his job, he could fall asleep to the comfort of it all. If you’re reading at home, he might put his head in your lap and just take a nap.

#cod #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #könig #konig #könig x reader #konig x reader #I used to write poetry back in high school and I always loved reading it #I remember going for a cozy aesthetic like that when I was hospitalized as well haha #drinking some tea while reading one of my Arsene Lupin books was actually just the best thing ever #I should really start reading some of my books again I have so many classics I never really touched which is a bit sad #I remember getting into poetry because of dmcv due to the character v #I never regretted it and I still think about that one poem from time to time #“I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe” “that made my love so high and me so low”#I have read that entire poem but it's been years since then #I was really into DMC V when it came out like four or five years ago or so haha

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kanaglows · 9 months

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Hello sisnaoakaoiakwiqoaiaiauqiak I just saw your post today and im really excited since I havent seen much posts regarding pjsk x reader stuff. That out of the way, can I request for pjsk boys as your husband (seperated) or them as college boys? Disjisjsusisuauqhq that's all and I hope my request isn't weird or anything 🥲🥲

eeee first request, thanks for requesting me iuhjwsbdah i went with the husband thingy if that's alright with you, feel free to send another request if you still want the college boy thing, anon ☺️ also, i apologise if me and my writing feel a bit dry, i tend to feel a bit tense on the first few requests but i'll loosen up soon hjusdfj

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Project Sekai Boys As Your Husband (Separate)

Tsukasa Tenma

He affectionately calls you nicknames like his co-star and his starlight

While he's busy during the day rehearsing for his shows, your job allows you to have more time for housework so you do chores around the house a lot. He feels guilty about not having a lot of time to do stuff so as soon as he gets home he immerses himself in chores to make up for it 😭

He frequently takes you out because he feels even worse about not spending more time with you throughout the day

On weekends, you have a special little tradition where you watch musicals together (sometimes bootlegs because musicals can cost a lot to watch online 😕)

He's totally smitten by you and often wonders how he was able to get such a great catch

Rui Kamishiro

You two are partners in crime. That said, you don't go too far with the crazy ideas.

As much as you love how creative he can be, you have to remind Rui not to blow up the house and bother the neighbours with explosions.

You have mini prank wars all the time, the winner is often decided by who pulls the most impressive ones

There's a lot more to Rui than pranks and explosions! If you're having a bad day, he always whips something up in his workshop to cheer you up. You'd be surprised how little time he needs to make something if he applies himself.

Rui can struggle with ideas but just spending time with you is enough to fill his head with tons of them

Akito Shinonome

You can be irritating but he loves you a lot ☺️

Karaoke is a frequent thing for the two of you, Akito doesn't like to say it out loud but he loves your singing voice and that's why he suggests karaoke so much.

He gets a bit embarrassing expressing his feelings through words but that doesn't mean he loves you any less, he does his best to show his affection through actions.

Akito's protective but not possessive. When you go out he will ask you where you're going but solely out of safety concerns- he trusts you and would never suspect you of anything wrong.

Toya Aoyagi

He's literally so sweet 😭If anything's up he'll go through any obstacle to help, his father didn't support him much in his childhood so he's decided to support his loved ones much better than his father could ever support him.

Toya's a dry texter, if you text him anything, ANYTHING AT ALL, he will somehow find a way to respond in the most monotone way ever. It's not intentional but you find it hilarious when he responds to a meme with a simple "haha".

Mornings are peaceful. Usually, the two of you just sit in the kitchen in your PJs together drinking coffee in silence.

He's an awful cook but he tries his best. In an attempt to help him out, you cook with him and give him some tips. Your help is beneficial but that doesn't mean that it won't always end in disaster. After training him for a while, Toya was trusted with the duty of making dinner. He decided to make Thai green curry with noodles however, when he realised that you were out of noodles and coconut milk he substituted them with spaghetti and cow milk. Havoc embarked and later that night, you were served a dire bowl of spaghetti in milk. You couldn't touch the meal and ordered takeaway pizza for the two of you instead 😭

#project sekai x reader #project sekai #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #kamishiro rui #akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome #shinonome akito x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #toya aoyagi

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gingerjolover · 4 months

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HOLIDAY REQUEST SEASON EEEE HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! okay so we know that julien definitely isn’t enthralled by the holidays because of the stereogum interview buuuut i cant shake the vision of julien and soft!gf facing off in a (ginger)bread (see what i did there!!!!!) house battle like idk i could just imagine soft!gf running errands at the store, coming across a gingerbread house kit and being like…..yes!

omggggg... also i see what u did there teehee

im gonna hc this bc this is sooo cute

i feel like soft!gf and julien compromise a lot in their relationship, like they show up for each other in many different ways even when the other isn't super stoked

jb shows up for you EVERY. CHRISTMAS. like yeah she doesn't love christmas but she looooves you so she indulges your every whim during the holidays

if we are in the same universe (soft!gf and julien have moved to LA and the house needed renovations/the end of touring/lots of events taking place and so on, so their holiday party/housewarming is taking place around the holidays) then you are zooooming around running errands trying to prep

thankfully munagenius is helping a lot and you thank your lucky stars for bff!kelli bc boy does she come thru for you

but it's exactly like that, soft!gf sees these gingerbread kits at like world market or something and there's a sale on traditional ones but then there's a midcentury modern kit and a camper one (these are real)

so you get a couple of the traditional ones (maybe for a mungenius hangout or group date night) and then get some of the cool ones

and you come home so excited and julien is matching your excitement because she doesn't like christmas but she likes how excited you get around the holidays and the constant twinkle in your eyes

julien greets you in the driveway, one of your dogs at her calf as she waits for you to park, her tattoos out and about in her linen button down

"didja buy the whole store?" julien asks teasingly, her hand pulling you into her by your beltloops, kissing your cheek and jaw in quick succession

"we have like 25 people coming over jay," you say unamused but unable to fight the smile at her affections, starting to grab bags

but boyfriend!julien is lowkey jacked and can get 95% of the bags in her arms as she quickly waddles into the house

julien is rifling through the bags when you get inside, pulling out the gingerbread houses before you can even butter her up

"i saw them at the store and i thought it would be so fun...look," you say grabbing the midcentury modern house and showing her the box

julien sees how excited you are and loves a good craft so she acts like its such a chore but once dinner has been eaten and the dishes have been washed, julien is putting plastic down on the dining room table and organizing all the supplies as if it was her idea

and lets be real, julien gets into it, okay?

soft!gf is a little genius so there's extra icing and candy and toppings for the houses on the table

and julien is constructing a masterpiece, murmuring to herself, "need a good foundation...good bones," or something like that

"i bet i could build us a real house baby..." "im sure you could jules."

and somewhere between letting the houses set and decorating, julien gets competitive

"i thought you wanted us to decorate it like it was our real house jay?"

"i do but im just going to do it better than you :)" and she smiles so sassily you're like fine, game on

and julien is soooo messy

she has icing all over her hands and on her cheek

and she's popping candies into her mouth left and right

"jay stop i needed those for my roof!" "you're roofing too slow babe, 's not my fault"

and there's Christmas music playing softly in the background, the dogs are sleeping underneath the table at y'alls feet and as it gets dark the Christmas lights husband!julien so diligently crafted around the house on a timer go off

and for the first time in a long time julien looks around and is so genuinely happy with the christmas-ness of her environment

and its silly like her and soft!gf are literally making replicas of their house out of inedible gingerbread and its so christmassy it should make her sick but she sees the streaks of icing on your cheekbone and how you've placed little m&ms in a repetitive pattern on the roof of your gingerbread house and she decides that the focused look on your face with your tongue peeking out, an almost ethereal glow behind your head from the Christmas lights is worth dealing with some of the lingering anger and resentment she has during the holidays if it means she can create new traditions with you and learn to love Christmas

<3 sorry its late guys

i feel like ive forgotten how to write and post and im in my imposter syndrome era ;P

#anon cutie #julien baker x reader #julien baker blurbs #julien baker hc #gingybread’s holidaze

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