#i kept pausing 😩

[drudyslut]

— summary: zach is the best boyfriend you’d ever had, he loves you, cares about you, he’s gentle with you.. but his twin brother, rafe, tempts you one night, and you can’t help but fall for it.

— warnings: smut! 18+ cheating!!! drunk!reader, aggressive!rafe, throat fucking, unprotected sex, choking, smacking, praise, degrading, iii think that’s all.

— note: @rafesthroatbaby is the fucking devil for sending me this ask she got for this idea 😩🥵 as always- likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 🩷

❥ boyfriends brother — r.c

zach. he was the sweetest, most loving man you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

he was sexy, captain of the men’s soccer team at your college, he had a good job lined up for him after graduation, he was everything you could have ever dreamed of and more.

but his brother… oh his twin brother, rafe.

rafe was zach’s polar opposite, no interest in sports, or working, he wasn’t sweet, he wasn’t kind or loving, but he was definitely sexy.

it was something about rafe’s mean demeanor that had you soaking your panties anytime he was around, anytime he’d throw a mean remark your way, or anytime he and zach would be arguing, you couldn’t help but ache. the sight of rafe angry, veins bulging in his neck and hands as he shouted the harshest things at his twin brother, it made you feel ways you knew were wrong.

you’d swore you’d never act on your feelings for rafe, swore you’d never let him tempt you. there was no way you’d ever sleep with your boyfriends brother.

and to be fair, you’d kept that promise… until tonight.

zach was out of town for the weekend, celebrating with his team for winning the biggest soccer game of the season. you had been staying at the cameron household for weeks, and this weekend was no different, you were used to being left at their home when zach wasn’t around.

you’re sat on the couch, downing your tenth glass of wine, head buzzing from the alcohol that was coursing through your veins. you were getting ready to call it a night, standing from your spot on the couch when a familiar low and raspy voice says your name, making your muscles tense, arousal already beginning to soak your panties.

“what’re you doing? drinking all by yourself?”

you glance up, eyes meeting rafe’s bright blue ones. he was wearing nothing but a pair of baby blue sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his perfectly tanned and toned chest and abdomen on display.

you shakily move your hand to grab your wine glass and the half drank bottle from the table, stuttering out a response in the process. “uh… y-yeah. i- the alcohol helps me.. uh- it helps me sleep”

rafe takes a step toward you, his head hung low before he slowly lifts it back up, eyes scanning the length of your body. you suck in a shaky breath, rolling your head from side to side as you try and gain your composure.

“yeah? you know what helps me sleep..” he pauses, taking a few more slow steps toward you until he’s standing directly in front of you, his large hands making their way to your face and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “sex.. yeah it uh, it helps me sleep”

you tense underneath his touch, the feeling of his fingers brushing over your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze to the floor beneath you, “uh, yeah.. that uh, that’s a good way to sleep too”

rafe places his index finger and thumb on your chin, lifting your head back up, forcing your eyes on him. you feel your breathing accelerate, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

he dips his head down, lips ghosting over yours. you press your palms firmly against his chest, trying to shove him back, but he grips at your wrists with his free hand, shoving them back down to your sides, “don’t try and tell me you don’t think of me in the ways i think of you, i know you want me. zach doesn’t know how to properly take care of a girl like you, a fucking whore. you need to be fucked like the whore you are”

“r-rafe. i-i can’t. i.. this is wrong, i-i love zach”

rafe chuckles darkly, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing tightly. he pushes you down onto your knees, his free hand shoving his sweats and boxers down his legs, his large cock springing free.

“i love zach” he mocks, “i know you don’t fucking love him, if you did, you wouldn’t give me those desperate ‘fuck me’ eyes every single fucking time you see me. now, be a good fucking girl, and suck my cock, yeah?”

you glance up at him, his normally bright blue eyes now dark, glazed over with lust. he releases his grip on your throat, his hand making its way into your hair and tugging. you swallow thickly before spitting down into your palm, slowly wrapping your hand around his thick length. you begin slowly pumping at his cock, pulling low groans from him.

you dip your head down, licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, leaving soft kisses to his swollen head, licking up the precum that had leaked from the tip. you hum in satisfaction when you taste him, finally wrapping your lips around his head and swirling your tongue around it. you slowly push more of his throbbing cock into your mouth, a slow and steady pace made as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

rafe tightens his grip in your hair, shoving himself fully down your throat and keeping you stuck, nose pressed against his pelvis. you begin gagging around him, his dick lodged deep in your throat pulling tears from your eyes, drool running down the sides of your mouth and his balls.

he harshly pulls your head back, his cock slipping from your mouth with a loud pop. you begin gasping for air, sucking in deep breaths. he grasps at his cock, slapping his tip against your cheek before slowly sliding himself back into your mouth, hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth, his swollen head beating at the back of your throat.

he continues his harsh thrusts, the sounds of your gagging and his low groans bouncing off the walls of the living room. his thrusts grow sloppy, dick pulsing in your mouth, signaling his impending release before he quickly pulls himself from your mouth.

you whine, the need of wanting to taste him strong, “raaaafe! why’d you do that? wanted to taste you” you pout.

he lands a harsh slap across your cheek, your neck snapping to the side. your hand flys to your cheek, rubbing at the spot as tears filled your eyes, “wh-what was th-” you begin to ask, but your words die, a squeal pulled from you when rafe yanks you off your knees.

his hands fly to the waistband of your silk sleep shorts, pulling them down your legs along with your panties. he grips at your thighs, giving a light tap against your ass, “jump” he demands, and you quickly obey.

your wrap your legs around his hips, his hard cock pressing firmly against your clit. rafe places one arm completely underneath your ass, keeping you upright while he free hand forces its way between the two of you, grasping his cock and sliding his head through your arousal slick entrance.

you begin whimpering, the head of his cock pushing into you slowly and then being pulled right back out. you gasp when he finally sinks himself inside of you, his tip stroking at your gspot, cock splitting you in half.

“holy fuck! rafe!”

he buries his head into the crook of your neck, mouth attacking at the skin as he starts fucking himself up into your pussy.

you’re a moaning mess, strings of curses and shouts of his name falling past your lips as he walks you toward a wall, your back being harshly pinned against it. rafe uses both hands to hold you upright, his palms tightly gripping at the plump flesh, his cock relentlessly pounding into you.

“fuck! feel s’good, tell me, who fucks you better? hmmm? me or my fucking brother?”

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, tears pricking at your eyes as the realization of what you’re doing finally hits you. this was your boyfriends brother.. you were betraying zach, he would be heartbroken if he ever found out.

tears begin streaming down your face, a mix of pain and pleasure rushing through your body. rafe’s demanding voice and hand squishing at your cheeks has you snapping back into reality.

“fucking answer me! who fucks this pussy better?”

you whimper, “i-i.. fuck! rafe! i can’t”

rafe slows his thrusts, his mouth finding yours and leaving a hot, searing kiss to your lips. he pulls himself back, continuing his slow and sensual thrusts inside of you, “go on, fucking say it. i fuck this pussy better than zach. s’not that hard, little fucking slut loves being fucked by her boyfriends brother”

you whimper when he harshly thrusts up, your inner walls clenching around him tightly as your orgasm threatens to burst from you.

“say it!” rafe shouts, his brutal thrusts picking up in pace.

you let your head fall forward, face buried in the crook of his neck as you shout, “fuck! you fuck me better than zach! fuck rafe, ‘m gonna cum!”

rafe chuckles, “fuckin’ knew it! go on baby, soak my fucking cock, be a good fucking girl f’me and cum all over me”

the mix of his harsh thrusts and his words have you tumbling over the edge, your arousal squirting out of you and soaking rafe’s cock and thighs.

he continues fucking himself up into you, his hips stuttering and dick pulsing, “fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum, you fuckin’ want that? wanna have my cum inside your greedy little pussy?”

“y-yes! please cum inside me, rafe! i need it so badly!”

his hips stutter, his dick twitching inside you, the thick white ropes of his cum spilling inside you and painting your inner walls.

his thrusts slow, slipping his now softening cock from inside you and placing your feet back onto the ground. the room is silent, rafe turning on his heels and making his way toward his discarded sweatpants.

you awkwardly make your way toward the couch, grabbing your panties and shorts off the floor and pulling them up your legs. you watch as rafe makes his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing himself a water.

“uh… rafe-” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“you don’t want zach to know, right?”

you awkwardly chuckle, “uh.. yeah. please, zach can never find out about this.. i- i really do love him”

rafe takes a quick sip from his water, pulling the bottle from his lips and smirking at you, “that’s fine. under one condition”

you narrow your eyes in confusion, your head slightly tilted to the side as you wait on him to finish.

“i get to fuck you whenever i want”

your eyes nearly pop out of your head, was he fucking crazy? there was no way you would do this again, no matter how badly you wanted to.

“what? rafe, we can’t ever do this again!”

rafe takes two long strides toward you, his hand making its way onto your cheek, “that’s the rule baby. i get to fuck you whenever i want, and zach never finds out”

you nervously chew at the skin on your bottom lip, contemplating what to say.

“i- fine! fine, if that’s what it takes.. but rafe.. i- this isn’t right, he’s your brother!”

rafe snorts out a laugh, “and? i don’t give a fuck, you’re mine now. mine to use, mine to fuck. whenever i want. night princess, i’ll see you tomorrow”

he makes his way toward the spiral staircase, disappearing up the stairs and leaving you dumbfounded and confused. what had you gotten yourself into?

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[scar-crossedlvrs]

Older Leon you say? 🫣🫣🫣🫣

How about RE6 Leon coming to get you after your lectures ends, just imagine him leaning on his bike with his arms crossed, and when you call out to him he has the biggest smile while calling you baby. 😩😩😩😩 Leon then takes reader out on a date on his bike (assignments? Nahh those can wait, a date with that sexy old man is more important.)

Leon S. Kennedy -

imagine being able to title things. couldn’t. be me.

This was too sweet, I’m too soft for this man. Anyway, while this was intended for an age gap i 100% believe it doesn't have to be because you can go to school at any point in your life <3, sincerely a college student in her l8 twenties. I'm also super aware that finals season is pretty much over for everyone, but like?? it made sense in my head to focus on it?

cw for implied age gap. gentle reminder that all of my works sfw or not are intended for 18+ audiences.

You couldn’t help but struggle to pay attention to the exam in front of you. Everything was too loud, the clock ticking on the wall, the sound of fellow students scribbling answers on their own exams, the loud breathing of the person sitting next to you. All of it kept you from actually focusing on the questions in front of you.

But what bothered you more than the noise, was the radio silence of your phone. It had been quiet all morning. He was supposed to be coming home today, and apparently he hadn’t even the mind to send you a good luck text.

Rude.

Shaking the thought from your mind, you forced yourself to pay attention to the task at hand. You had to at least try and pass this final. Scolding him would have to come after, while you were studying for the second and final test of the day. Before too long, you’re scribbling answers down with only a slight tinge of uncertainty.

You finish just in time, turning in your exam and escaping the stuffy lecture hall in a hurry. You didn’t stop until you stepped out the main doors of the building and into the bright midday sun.

You notice the bike first, parked on the curb. The sleek black Ducati that you’d recognize anywhere. A smile curls at your lips as you spot the owner, his back facing you with arms crossed and head hanging low. Despite that, you’d recognize those leather clad shoulders anywhere.

“Leon.”

Your voice rings out across campus and you can see the man shift from his spot against the bike. Head snaps up, his tired eyes turning to see you jogging towards him. You can see the smile tugging at his lips as he pushes off the bike, moving around it to meet you as you approach.

“There you are, baby. Sorry I lost my phone at work.”

So he hadn’t forgotten

Arms wrap around your waist as you reach up to kiss him, the annoyance from earlier slipping your mind as you press your lips to his.

“You know, you’re giving off creepy old man vibes, right.” you tease softly, “Hovering around a college campus like this.”

“There’s nothing creepy about just wanting to see you.” he shrugged casually, letting go of you to reach for the helmet on the back of his bike and holding it out to you, indicating that he wanted you to leave with him. Eying it hesitantly you shake your head.

“Lee I’ve got an exam in two hours.”

“So?” His words are punctuated by silence as he urges the helmet into your hands.

“So I need to study, and from the looks of it you need to sleep.” you finally say, trying to push the helmet back towards him.

“I can sleep later, let me help you study over some lunch.”

You pause for a moment before your hands close around the motorcycle helmet. “Fine, but if I’m late you’re paying for the class next semester when I have to take it again.”

Triumphant, he doesn’t say anything more as he mounts the bike. You slip the helmet over your head, settling behind him with your arms wrapped snugly around his waist as you pulled yourself close to his back.

Some nagging feeling in the back of your head told you that you weren’t going to be doing a lot of studying.

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #tea writes things

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Uh-Oh

Summary: Javi's Girl Dad skills get put to the ultimate test when your oldest daughter gets her period and you're not home to help her

Word Count: 2.9K

Pairing: Dad!Javi x Wife!reader (No use of y/n)

Warnings: Periods/getting a period for the first time, Javi being the ultimate Girl Dad, the Peña girls being the queens of sass, teamwork makes the dream work, just cute, sweet fluff 🥺😭

A/N: We all know that Girl Dad! Javi lives rent free in my brain, and as I was buying more tampons for myself today my brain went "Oh my god... could you imagine if Osita wasn't home when Lucy got her period and Javi, Elliot and Harper had to try and help her until Osita got home?" 😂😩 And of course, our elite girl dad would do anything he needed to in order to step up and make sure that his lil girl was okay 😭 This was also super fun to write because I feel like the girl's spunky personalities really shine through in this one 💀

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“Mom? Mooommm?!” 

“Why do you need Mom?” Elliot responded to her older sister, Lucy, frantically calling out for you from behind the bathroom door. 

“I just- I- Will you please just go get Mom, okay?! I really need her.”  Lucy sighed, panic filling her voice with every passing second it took for her sister to answer her request. Normally Elliot wouldn’t have been so quick to comply without haggling to negotiate a favor on her end, but even the 11 year old could sense the pure terror in her older sister’s voice. 

“Fine, fine.” Elliot huffed, making her way to her other sister’s room down the hall, pushing open Harper’s door to rally her for support. “Harper. Go help me find Mom.” 

“Why?” Harper asked, giving her sister a confused look as she set down the stuffed animals she was playing with on her bed. 

“Because, Lucy sounds like she’s having a mental breakdown in the bathroom and she needs mom’s help.” 

“Do you think she pooped her pants?!” Harper looked at Elliot with a disgusted and confused grimace on her face, the girls pausing for a moment to shake their heads in horror at the potential current state of their sister. 

“She did sound really upset… I don’t know Harps, just go look for Mom, okay?!” 

The girls quickly split, Harper taking the rest of the rooms upstairs while Elliot sped down the stairs to see if you were anywhere on the first floor. 

“Mom?! Mommy are you down here?!” 

After many years of raising 3 girls under the same roof, the two of you had learned how to tell the difference in your girls’ tone to distinguish what they wanted you for- Tattling, excitement, annoyance, you and Javi had pretty much heard it all. But the way that Elliot was calling out for you immediately caught Javi’s attention. 

Someone was in big trouble. 

“What’s up, El?” Javi called out wearily from the living room, lowering the volume on the TV as his daughter came speeding in, fear flooding her face. 

“Where’s mom?!” Elliot demanded, looking around the room for any sight of you. Her worried tone quickly had Javi up and off the couch, scrunching his brow at Elliot in concern at what kind of trouble the girls had gotten themselves into that they were so frantically looking for you. 

“Mom’s at the store. What’s going on?” Javi asked again, trying to keep even keeled, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at his daughter. 

“I don’t know, I swear! Lucy just kept calling for Mom from the bathroom. She sounded really freaked out, though. Harper and I think she shit her pants.” Elliot replied, holding up her hands in defense to rid herself of any potential blame, trying to keep from giggling at her last sentence. 

“Elliot Marie.” Javi groaned, rolling his eyes at her. “You said she’s in the bathroom?”  

Elliot nodded, giving a little shrug for her lack of clarity around her sister’s current circumstances. Letting out a little sigh, Javi reached over for the remote on the couch, turning off the TV before making his way up the stairs to find out what in the world was going on. 

Javi, Elliot and Harper now found themselves gathered around the outside of the bathroom door in confusion, Javi gently tapping on the door before speaking. “Hey Lucy, it’s me. What’s goin’ on, bud?” 

“Where’s Mom?!” Lucy replied, sounding like she was trying her best to hold back her sobs, muffled from behind the bathroom door. 

“She’s at the store right now, babe. What’s going on?” Javi asked again, looking down at Harper and Elliot who were looking back up at him, the 3 of them perplexed as to why Lucy was so distraught. 

“Did you poop your pants?!” Harper shouted, trying her best to ask seriously, although the two girls on the outside of the bathroom door couldn’t help but snicker to themselves. Javi groaned, rolling his eyes at Elliot and Harper, taking his hand to shoo them away, silently mouthing “Seriously?! Go play.” as the girls scampered away in a fit of giggles to Elliot’s room, leaving just Javi outside the door, waiting for a response. 

“... I really need Mom.” Lucy choked out through her tears as Javi leaned against the door, running his hand over the back of his neck in a mix of bewilderment and frustration until his realization hit him like a ton of bricks, his face going ghost white in terror. 

Lucy got her fucking period and you weren’t home. 

Javi could feel himself physically starting to sweat in panic trying to figure out what the hell to do. Even if he called you to come home, you probably still weren’t going to be back for another 45 minutes, and he wasn’t going to let his daughter sit in the bathroom horrified and alone until you returned. Letting out the deepest sigh he could muster, Javi knew his only option was to do this on his own, and hope he didn’t traumatize his oldest daughter, or die of embarrassment in the process. 

“Uh… Lucy, I’m really sorry but Mom’s not- shit- You… You’re gonna have to trust me to help you though this one, bud.” Javi grimaced, wincing at his own words, wondering to himself how he was going to get himself and his daughter through this. 

A stark silence hug in the air between them, barricaded by the bathroom door as Javi anxiously bounced his leg, waiting for Lucy to say something, anything, back to him. “How do you know what’s going on?” Lucy questioned hesitantly, probably still just as in shock as Javi was that the two of themselves were stuck in this situation together. 

“I uh- I’m just assuming because you wanted Mom- and uh, you’re- you’re in the bathroom and that you’re upset that you got your per-” 

“EW DAD?! Don’t say it!! That’s so weird!!” Lucy snapped from the other side of the door, Javi automatically holding up his hands in defense and taking a step back from the bathroom, taking a moment to carefully choose his next words before speaking again. 

“Sorry, sorry. Uh, kiddo, listen, I can call Mom but she’s not gonna be home for a while and I- I can’t just let you sit in there until she comes back. Can I- will you let me help you?” Javi asked, preemptively wincing, bracing himself for Lucy’s reply. 

“Yeah, I- I guess. Just please don’t be weird, Dad, I’m literally already gonna die of embarrassment and that’s without your help.” Lucy groaned, accepting defeat that she was going to have to let her Dad, of all people, help her through her unfortunate circumstances. Javi let out a sigh of relief that he at least wasn’t going to have to fight with Lucy or leave her stranded in the bathroom, but as he sat and thought about the fact that he was going to put a plan into action… Given the choice between this and chasing down Pablo Escobar or the Cali Cartel? Javi would have been on the first flight back to Colombia. 

“Okay, let me uh… I’ll um- give me one second okay?” 

“Not like I was planning on going anywhere else anytime soon.” Lucy grumbled, just loud enough for Javi to hear as he sped to Elliot’s room, where he found his other two daughters blissfully unaware of what was happening, building some sort of creation out of Legos. 

“Girls, you gotta go do something for me okay?” Javi pleaded, leaning in the doorframe of the bedroom, looking down at his daughters on the floor, pausing their Lego construction, their dad now capturing their attention. 

“Okay.” The girls said in unison, giving their dad a little shrug of compliance. 

“Can you uh-” Javi ran his hand over his red face, trying to find the least mortifying way to ask his daughters to help, “Can you guys go to Lucy’s room and get her a pair of underwear?” 

“EW GROSS DAD.” The girls shrieked, sticking out their tongues in disgust and Elliot pretending to vomit to add to the effect. 

“You guys… Can you just- please?” Javi practically begged, trying his best to keep calm and blow things even more out of proportion than they already felt like they were. Elliot and Harper sat quietly for a moment, the gears in their head visibly turning before Elliot spoke again. 

“...What’s in it for us?” Elliot asked, tilting her head and shrugging at her sister, too smart for her own good to ever pass up on an opportunity to bargain her way into a better deal. 

“Helping your sister.” Javi gruffed, impatient for his daughter’s negotiating antics as his other daughter sat helpless in the bathroom. Elliot and Harper both raised an eyebrow at their dad, sitting on the floor in a determined silence to get something in exchange for Javi’s proposal. “... 5 bucks for each of you, fair?” 

“5? Seems a little low for such a risky task.” 

“Fine, 10, now go so we can help your sister.” 

The girls gave each other a quiet high five before pushing up off the floor and racing past Javi out of the bedroom door towards their sister’s room, Harper’s voice carrying down the hallway. 

“I told you she pooped her pants!” 

Now having figured out one part of his predicament, Javi made his way back to the bathroom door to check on Lucy as he waited for Elliot and Harper to return. “Hey Lucy… You… You doin’ okay?” Javi asked, his hand brushing through the dark ends of his curls at the back of his neck. 

“Yeah… NEVER been better.” Lucy groaned, her voice oozing with sarcasm, a trait she had so lovingly inherited from you, and something Javi couldn’t even come close to being upset with her about, given her current situation. Before Javi could respond, Elliot and Harper were barreling down the hallway, Elliot holding out a hockey stick with a pair of underwear hooked at the end, Javi shaking his in disbelief. 

“Seriously, El?” Javi gestured at the hockey stick Elliot had passed off to Harper, now stretching it even further in front of her to distance herself from her sister’s underwear, using the other hand to plug her nose. 

“What?! Desperate times call for desperate measures, Dad. It was actually Harper’s idea.” The girls nodded proudly at their accomplishment, Harper freeing her hand from her nose to fist bump her sister at the execution of their plan. 

“Jesus Christ…” Javi muttered to himself under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his temples, “Okay, Lucy? I’m gonna open the door enough so that your sisters can drop a new pair of underwear in there for you, alright?” 

“DAD!” 

“SORRY!” Javi groaned, trying his best to restrain his frustration from how stressed he was, surrounded by all 3 of his daughters trying to manage the biggest crisis he had dealt with to date. Barely opening the door a crack, Javi pointed to Harper to sneak the hockey stick through the empty space, turning it over in hopes that the underwear had fallen to the floor for her sister to grab. 

“Harper that’s my new stick! Are you serious?!” Lucy shouted through the opening in the door, as if she needed another reason to be more enraged than she already was. Harper quickly jerked the stick back, slamming the door behind her, dropping it on the floor out of guilt before shouting back. 

“Sorry! I didn’t wanna touch your underwear, that’s gross dude.” 

“You got me dirty underwear, are you kidding Harper?!” 

“No they’re clean, but like… They’re underwear, it’s nasty. Your butt touches it.” 

“True that.” Elliot chimed in, leaning against the wall behind her dad and Harper, adamantly nodding in agreement at her younger sister’s reasoning. 

“This is literally the worst day in the history of the world.” Lucy groaned in dismay, Javi now recognizing the soft sobs of his daughter return, his heart breaking and his brain fried at how he was going to manage the rest of this shit show until you got home. Javi tried to shoo away Elliot and Harper once again, but not before Elliot could rub the tips of her fingers and thumb together,  silently asking for her promised $10 from her dad. Javi frowned, shaking his head no, Elliot getting the hint enough that now perhaps was not the best time to collect her payment. Tugging at her sister’s sleeve, Harper dragged Elliot back to her room, trying to distance herself from her angry sister as much as possible, once again, leaving Javi and the closed bathroom door with his daughter locked behind it. 

Javi leaned his forehead against the door, his face buried in his palms letting out a few deep inhales and exhales to maintain his composure, given the fact that he hadn’t even gotten to the part of helping Lucy she legitimately needed. 

“You okay, bud?” 

“No. What kind of question is that, Dad?” 

“Touché.” 

“Okay so… so- what- what do I do now?” Lucy asked, her voice quickly shifting from sass to scared, her words meek and timid as she waited for any sort of guidance about what to do. There was nothing that broke Javi’s heart more than seeing any of his girls anything but happy, and to hear the terror in Lucy’s voice made him absolutely crumble, especially when he definitely was not the ideal person to be aiding in this situation. 

“Okay, well, uh- in the cabinet under the sink, there should be a pink box and a purple box in the back corner of the second shelf. Can um- can you uh, check to see if you can find them?” 

A soft rustling came from behind the door as Lucy rummaged through the bathroom cabinet, the sound of several items falling to the floor in her scramble. “Okay, I- um, I found them. Which box do I use? Do I use both?” 

“Purple. Take one out of the purple box.” Javi quickly responded, letting out a panicked gulp, wanting to make sure he was not adding to his already detrimental embarrassment of having to explain tampons to his daughter. “Okay uh- Jesus- okay you, um- you gotta just uh, pull the little paper part off the back…” He paused, trying to give time for Lucy to follow his inadequate directions, taking her silence as his cue to continue, “and then it should be sticky. And then um, then you gotta, uh- take the sticky side and-” 

“Okay, yup, got it, please don’t say anymore.” Javi could practically feel Lucy wincing at his directions, leaving him anxiously drumming his fingers along his forearms as the toilet flushed and sink ran, the bathroom door slowly creaking open to reveal a very sheepish and embarrassed Lucy, eyes pinned to the ground to avoid any direct contact with her dad’s. 

“Hey kiddo,” Javi grimaced, trying his best to casually greet his daughter, trying his best to keep things from getting any less weird than they already were, “How you uh, how ya-” 

“Dad,” Lucy interrupted, holding up her hand to stop her dad, “I love you, and thank you, but I don’t wanna talk about this ever ever again, okay?” 

“Understood.” The two nodded in a silent agreement, eyes still peeled in separate directions as Lucy sped off to her room, promptly closing the door behind her with a loud slam, leaving Javi alone and flabbergasted, sinking down with his back against the wall trying to process the shit storm that had just blown through the Peña household. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent in an uncomfortable silence between Javi and the girls, his only peace offering being to bring back 3 bags worth of McDonald’s nuggets and fries, knowing that if Lucy was anything like you, the only thing that was going to bring her any sort of joy from her period pain was endless amounts of deep fried, crispy, salty potatoes, and that fast food (on top of their 10 dollars) was enough bribery to keep Elliot and Lucy from harassing their sister about the events of this morning. 

When you arrived home, you were surprised to be greeted by nothing but the sound of the TV, setting your bags down at the front door as you made your way to the living room where you found Javi and the girls sitting on the couch, McDonald’s bags placed in between the uncharacteristically hardy distance now dividing your husband and daughters. 

“Hey you guys, how’s it going?” You asked hesitantly, shooting Javi a concerned look at your family’s current set up. 

“It’s uh…” Javi paused, looking back over at his girls, all 3 of them burning menacing glares at their dad to keep him from spilling the beans on this morning’s circus, “It’s been an interesting day.” 

You cocked your head to the side, feeling even less reassured by the uncomfortable tension brewing in your living room, Javi and the girls now looking even more awkward and apprehensive than they had a few moments ago. You tried to give each of them the silent stare down to see if any of them would break, but whatever pact they had formed before your arrival was holding strong, no one cracking under your investigative pressure. 

“Okay… Well, if you guys wanna tell me about it then-” 

“NO.” Your daughters shouted in unison, frantically shaking their heads to stop your question. 

“Like I said…” Javi grumbled, “It’s been… a day.” 

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[alexa-fika]

I don't know how but I had these ideas while working out

1- Rayleigh x winged!child!reader (w)

W gets sent back in time and meets his grandpa and Roger Pirates

2- sanji x ghost!child!reader

Okay so the reader is basically Danny phantom and he doesn't die (because he's already dead yohohoho sorry) and doesn't need to eat so a story about that idk

3-law x son!reader

Okay you wrote a story about laws son being able to see dead people so he gets kidnapped by Doffy and ghost Corazon trying to reassures him until his dad rescues him

🐼💕~

Adventures in the past ( Roger Pirates x gn!child! Reader)

A/N here we gooo, Im kinda meh on this one and I ‘ll be honest I din’t even noticed that it was a winged!reader request until I was done so I had to kinda mix it in? But regardless here we goo, I can’t tell you how many times I went back and rewrote it again and again cause I kept getting stuck 😩

Reader here is Replaced by Dokucha which means reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Dokucha groans, wriggling their way out of the barrel they had found themselves in, looking around their surroundings, shaking their wings

“Grandpa is gonna be mad that I ruffled them again,” they mutter

They squeak as a knife flies past them, digging into the wooden walls behind them

They slowly turn around, staring at the entrance of what looked to be an office of sorts, spotting two kids, a red-head with a straw hat holding a sword menacingly and a blue-haired boy with a red nose, holding an array of small knives between his fingers

The two seemed to be young but still relatively older than they were

“Um… hi”

“Who is it, Shanks, Buggy?” a voice calls behind the two young boys

“Uh…” Shanks lowers his sword, staring at the scared child in front of them

“It’s a Bird-kid!” buggy, never one to be at a loss for words, exclaims

They stare at the man for a few seconds, their eyes glancing at the familiar marks on his chin and grin, flying towards the man and crashing into him

“Grandpa!”

The boys give the man a side eye from where they stand

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know this kid!” he exclaims, looking down at the child who was now holding onto him and hugging him

“Kid, I think you got the wrong person…”

“No! You are Grandpa Ray!”

“How do you know my name,” he says slowly, looking at the child hugging him

“Because you’re grandpa!” They cry

“How old do you think I am, kid.” he frowns at the child clinging to him

At those words, the child pauses, taking a closer look at the man before him; it was their grandfather, that was for certain; the scar and the markings were unmistakable, not to mention the powerful aura their grandfather carried.

But the closer Dokucha looked, the more they noticed something was not okay; the silver-white long hair was now short golden yellow locks. The markings that characterized him, although there, rather than framed by his beard they, were now inked on his chin, the beard nowhere to be seen. And his face that was before marked by time was now much younger

“Um, Granpa Ray…. This joke is not funny. Why do you look so different?” They said, poking the man’s cheek, trying to find their ‘disguise.’

“Wait, wait, you actually think I’m your grandpa?” he asked in disbelief

“Who put this idea in your head?” he asked before letting out a slight chuckle

“Shanks, Buggy, is this your doing?”

“Hah? I didn’t do anything!”

“Not me either.”

Dokucha turns their head at the mention of their names, glancing down at the two teens

“Uncle Shanks? Uncle Buggy?”

The two looked a bit surprised; how did this kid know their names

“Uh, yeah,” Shanks said nervously

“How do you know who we are?”

“Umm, what year is it?”

The two exchange glances before looking back at the little kid in front of them; it was an odd question

“It’s… 1486.” the teen with the hat said

“Uh oh”

The two look at each other again a, very concerned looks on their faces

“W-what do you mean, uh oh?”

“W-Well, Grandpa Ray said it was 1522.”

Dokucha now had found themselves on Crocus's lap, the latter performing a quick examination on the latest visitor of the Oro Jackson

“I'm okay, Uncle Crocus,” they said, inching back at the cold feeling of the stethoscope

“Are you sure?” He asks, repositioning the stethoscope

“Your wings seem fine, no broken feathers or anything embedded in them, no lacerations or damaged blood vessels.”

“No fever, Heartrate is good, breathing is good, the pulse is normal.. they’re good,” he said, giving the rest of the crew his approval as he put his tools away

“Yay! I'm free!” They said hoping off and flying off

“Not so fast, Sweet thing!” laughs Roger, effortlessly picking up Dokucha

“Awe”

“So, what brought you here?” Roger said while carrying Dokucha in his arms

“A barrel did,” Dokucha responded

“You got yourself trapped in a barrel?” Cuts in Buggy

“Yeah, I couldn’t get back out because of my wings.”

Shank lets out a slight snicker at that

“Hey! It’s not funny!” Dokucha exclaims with a pout

“It’s quite funny, you got yourself trapped in a barrel,” Shanks said, snickering harder

“Haha, yeah, it’s quite funny.” Buggy joins, laughing along with Shanks

“Fight me!” They said, lunging at them

Roger lets out a belly laugh, holding back Dokucha

“There, There”

“They’re being mean, Uncle Roger!”

“I think they’ve only teased you lightly; they haven’t really been mean per se,” he responded, patting Dokucha’s arm

“Your future self sure raised a wild one, Rayleigh.”

Rayleigh rolls his eyes, walking closer to his Captain and plucking Dokucha from his lap

“Grandpa Ray!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re back to Grandpa Ray now?”

He chuckled, patting the kid on the head

“Grandpa Ray looked so handsome when he was young,” the child exclaimed, moving Rayleigh’s head around and inspecting the younger version

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment now and an insult in the future…”

“Don’t worry, Grandpa Ray looks handsome as he is now, too; he got to be with grandma after all,” they said, giving the man a thumbs up

Rayleigh rolls his eyes at this

“You’re something else, kid

“Now-Grandpa Ray says the same!” They chirp

playing around with his sweatband

“I'm sure he does,” he stated, putting the sweatband over their wrist

Dokucha smiles at this, glancing at the new addition and, sliding down his arms and walking to the two teenagers

They observe them for a while until a pout comes on their face

Shanks just stares at the kids as they pout

“What? Is something wrong?” he asks

“I wish I had gone back farther… I'm still shorter than Uncle Shanks and Uncle Buggy.”

Shanks chuckles a little before giving a small pat on Dokucha’s head.

“It’s alright, kid. You’ll catch up to us soon.” Shanks’s voice is kind and reassuring

Buggy just giggles at the situation

“No, I won’t; when I'm as tall as you are now, you’ll be all grown up, just like you are in my time! And then I ‘ll still be smaller.”

“Why do you wanna be tall like us anyways?” asks Shanks with a raised eyebrow.

They shrug

“to make fun of you.”

Buggy lets out a hearty laugh

“That’s the most honest reason anyone could give.”

Shanks snorts at this and lets out a laugh of his own

“I know”

“You are something,” said Shanks

“A lil brat,” says Buggy

They gasp,

“Says the red nose!”

Buggy’s eyes light up with pure rage.

“What did you say, bird-brat?” he growls

They stick their tongue out of them and running of between Rayleigh and Roger, who just observed the situation amusedly

“Are you going to let a little kid get to you, Buggy?” Rayleigh chuckles with a raised brow as he watches Buggy’s rage get the best of him

“Dokucha!” He growls

“Come and get me then!”

Buggy shoots off like a bullet, lunging for the small child

“Come here Dokucha!”

The kid laughs and giggles as Buggy tries to snag them.

Roger chuckles at this scene, watching the two

“Dokucha!”

“Dokucha!”

Dokucha looks around as Buggy’s voice soon begins to shift, becoming echoey and distant, changing into two familiar voices

“Dokucha!”

Dokusha blinked their eyes open, looking around and finding themselves in their room, Their grandfather and grandmother glancing down at them

“Good morning,” smiles Shakky, puffing out a wisp of smoke

“Geez kid, that was one heavy dream you were having,” Laughs Rayleigh

“Grandma, Grandpa?”

“Look like you’re still half-asleep. I'm going to get breakfast going,” Shakky says as she leaves the room

“What did you dream about?” asks Rayleigh, lifting the child from the bed.

“…”

“Still asleep? Hmm? Say, Dokucha, when did you get that sweatband?”

“Huh.” they look down, confused, only to look at their wrist and spot the familiar red and white wristband, a grin growing on their face as they realize what it meant

“Someone gave it to me!”

“Huh... I used to have one just like it; it brings me back.”

“Hey, Grandpa?”

“Yeah?”

“You looked really handsome when young. I can see how you got with grandma.”

“Hah?!”

Here we go thoughts? It’s not kicking your legs type but hopefully you got a chuckle, I will start working on the other one’s now 👀

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

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[fieryland]

Reader who lets Eren spit in he mouth an all over while he strokes his cock in front of her and heavily degraded her (bitch, slut, whore and all that)😩😵‍💫😵‍💫

Foaming at the mouth rn just thinking about Eren stroking his fat cock in front of you, showing off what you can’t have as you eagerly sit on your knees. They were on fire against the floor, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Eren and his fingers wrapped tightly around his length. He looked so good like that, sitting proud and tall above you— like he could control everything, and you’d just let him do it, let him take you and do whatever the fuck he wanted, just watching him look down on you like you were some bitch he picked up off the street had drool pooling in your mouth and your tongue slightly sticking out.

He twists his face in amusement “Look at you,” he scoffs lightly, as if to make fun of you along with dangling his pretty cock right in your face. “Look like some fuckin’ whore. You want this dick that bad?” You nod, then again, and again. You keep nodding as he raises his eyebrows at you and angles his tip so that it almost rests on your tongue, then he takes it away in an instant and settles on slapping it against your right cheek a couple times.

“Oh yeah? Show me what you’d do for it.” Eren breathes out after barely containing his laughter at how needy you were for him. In response to his question, you slide closer to him and take one of his balls into your mouth. He accidentally lets you do it— not meaning to let his dominant demeanour fall as his lips part and let out a groan. He can’t let himself fall too deep yet, no, so he grabs you by your hair and yanks you back where you were. “Did I say you could touch me, hm? Tell me.” he says through gritted teeth. You stay silent, knowing the answer, yet you’re too focused on the deep rumble of his voice to properly register the harsh slap he just delivered to your cheek.

“I asked you something, slut.” he spits in your face, landing it right next to your nose as some of it drips onto your lips. You lick it as to take some into your mouth and he just scoffs at your actions. Tightening his grip on your hair, you speak “no, no. you didn’t, ‘ren.” you wail in response, that wailing turning into a sigh of relief as he lets you go. You reposition yourself, watching him pump his thick cock up and down— leaking precum and pausing just to show it off some more.

“That’s what I thought. You’re such a dumb fucking bitch, I’m surprised you got what I was saying.” sinister venom drips from his tongue, a language you were all too familiar with yet found yourself wanting more. “You like when I talk to you like that, huh? You like that shit?” he huffs, slightly leaning down as to look into your glass eyes— pupils blown and wild, staring at the jerking of his cock and nothing else.

Eren places a hand on your jaw and squeezes it. “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you, or I’ll break your fucking jaw.” you look up at him, a second too late but you still did it with no regrets. His eyes pierced into yours, half lidded with his eyebrows narrowed— he looked heavenly, godly, almost. With a few strands of hair in his face and his moans coming from the stroking of his cock, you spoke.

“mmm yeah- I like it.” after biting your lip, you open wide and nonverbally beg for something to be put inside your mouth. So, he spits on your tongue and grabs the back of your head as to force his cock down your throat. You squeeze your eyes and moan around him at the feeling of being used. He just kept pounding and pounding into your mouth— balls slapping against your chin while he moaned and groaned above you, stretching your throat the same way he’d stretch your little pussy.

“Take it, nasty bitch. Take my fucking cock.”

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[ze0re]

❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 ? ! ❞ - 𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟑 𝐡𝐜

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ jacking off, male moans 😩, pervert!ace, top!ace, bottom!reader, black!reader

𝐀𝐍. welcome to day 7 my spooky ghosts! 👻 apologies for late updates, again i’ve been working and getting no free time whatsoever but since I called out today, decided to move forward with day 7, It’s a little short but I promise next one will be a little longer. enjoy!

－ 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭..

- 𝐀𝐂𝐄

Fuck you were all he could think about.

You made him feel like this..hot and bothered with thoughts clouding his mind from moments ago. You pinning him to the ground straddling his waist, with your knife pressed against his neck.. he didn’t know how you were fast enough to pin him down but once you did that’s when it started. Feeling your ass right on top of his dick sent pleasure waves throughout his body, making these thoughts cloud his mind. He threw down his hat by his bunk slamming the door closed leaning against it clenching his fists together.

This was your fault..all your fault for making him feel like this. He cussed under his breath hearing his thoughts get louder and needy for you, thinking about how perfectly your ass was ontop of him made him think..how good would you be? Sliding his whole length into you as you clench around him trying to eat him whole- Fuck! He groaned to himself feeling his pants tighten, it was begging to get released he was needy he was hungry..he was starving. He trailed his hand down to his belt tugging it off in one go seeing how hard his dick had gotten, “Fuck..” He mumbled pulling off his boxers grabbing ahold of his member slowly starting to stroke himself.

The pre cum that dripped along his fingers had his imagination going to places..he imagined it was your wet pussy instead of his hand as he stroked up and down at a steady pace. Your loud moans trying to tell him to stop as he kept thrusting into you, your pretty sounds..pretty fucking tears. He threw his head against the wall groaning low picking up the pace, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, he wanted to be inside you, he wanted to cum inside you. You’re driving him insane. He growled under his breath feeling that familiar knot fill his stomach, “This is all your fault..a-all your fault.” He whispered but soon moaned feeling wet liquid run down his hand along his thigh. He kept stroking his dick at a slow pace finishing his orgasm, he chuckled to himself looking down to see the mess he made. Even though he should be ashamed for thinking perverted thoughts of you..he didn’t regret it. He leaned his head against the wallowing his breaths down, only for his ears to perk up to hear his door opening, “Hey Ace can y- oh.” You started but paused looking what you walked into, he was leaned against the walls with his pants and boxers at his feet, his cock out in his hand.

Fuck.

Ace raised a brow at your staring, practically seeing them cloud into lust less in a second. He was big..you knew Ace was a big dude but fuck..you cleared your throat to try and finish what you were gonna say but you couldn’t, it was just..in front of you. Ace smirked letting go off his cock to walk towards you, leaning down towards your ear..

“You like what you see?”

#{ 🖋️} writings #black reader #anime x black!reader #anime x reader #smut #one piece x reader #ace #one piece #one piece ace #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x black reader #ace smut

[hotxcheeto]

whassup love. i’m obsessed with your fics. plz plz PLZZZ could you write a dom!abby x fem reader where they’re just like sweetly hanging out in the library together and reading but abby can’t keep their hands off you 😩 please i need filthy abby smut in my life ily

━ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, fingering ( r! receiving ), oral sex ( r! receiving ), kissing, use of 'good girl', reading while doing the devils tango(? is that a warning idk but here u go) dom!abby, sub!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!! STARTING OF HORRIBLE WITH THIS MESS. my eyes burn and i've been writing this for 2 months cause i kept wanting to cry in between. life sucks, go do something fun... just dont get arrested plz.

PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK! IT'S VERY APPRECIATED!!

"The castle.. was- was like no other place she'd ever bee- ah!"

You didn't even try to look at her, knowing what sight would behold you and what consequence would follow.

But you could feel her.

Her warm tongue lapping over your clit again and again as she ate you out like she'd been starving. Fingers fucking themselves in and out of your hole, running against your walls and every spot that made you want to scream.

Your body ached with anticipation of the release that wouldn't arrive. Rutting your hips against her face but she counteracted, smacking your ass and gripping the plush of your thighs to keep your lower half down on the cushion.

Every limb and inch of skin that was a part of you glistened from the perspiration of your activities. You were so hot, overwhelmed, but you couldn't get enough.

Despite the risk of being caught in the very public 'library'.

"Keep reading, baby."

Her voice cut through your hazy mind like a sharp knife. You blinked once, then twice, focusing back on the blurry words while trying salivate your dry mouth and sore throat.

She was sweet at first, cuddling with you on the couch you were now spread open on. Kissing and massaging you while you read to her, and you still were reading to her, but this time it was a lot harder.

"No hou-house could ever top- th- the place sh- Abby!" You whined and babbled, squirming and jerking away from her mouth. "-she stood in now."

A few more sentences and the chapter would be over.

"What happened next?" You knew she'd already read this book before, she knew what happened. But you had a prettier voice, especially when you cried.

"There was someone on- on the- the-" You paused, rubbing your eyes, a soft whimper escaping but it instead earned you a light smack your clit, your entire body jolting in surprise.

"Keep going baby.. you can do this." Her voice had a sickeningly sweet comforting tone to it. It was a true promise with a false lure.

"Now." She then added, looking up at your face that was peering just past the side of the book in order to see her. You pouted but nonetheless looked back at the paragraph, her fingers moving in and out at a slower pace now.

"... the throne. It was a woman.." You continued to read to her, Abby's tongue quickly returning to trace figure eights on your little clit again and again.

"She was gorgeous.." Voice quiet as you began, soft and light moans following, "...and had long braids cascading down her shoulders onto her- oh my God Abby!" You accidentally dropped the book, letting it fall onto your bare chest while your hand covered your mouth.

You grabbed at the back of the couch, your other hand grasping at her arm. She'd added another finger, slamming into you at full force before curling her fingers against your special spot.

"Oh yeah?" She asked, tilting her head, pieces of hair that had fallen from her braid framing her face. "How's that baby?" You looked down through your haze of desperation.

"Really good Abby." Her smile curled up at your statement, her head leaning back down towards your cunt. "Pick it back up, you're almost done."

You wanted to cry, eyes unfocused on the words again, sniffling softly as your thighs tried to squeeze around her only for her to push them down once again.

"...onto her shoulders. She had golden armor. Looking at her, it was obvious to-to anyo-one she was the-" The loud muffled squeal you let out was almost as obnoxious as the squelching, sloppy sounds of your girlfriend between your legs.

"What was she, babe?" Abby teased, taking her mouth away for only a second before returning to her earlier motions. "-the- the princess."

You had finished. A cliffhanger you didn't care about and a page you wouldn't and couldn't remember was where the book was left. Abby plucking it from your fingers as soon as the final words were muttered from your lips.

"That's it..." Abby muttered, setting it aside before her bruising touch returned to your sore thighs. "Ready?"

Your high had fallen away for umpteenth time as she paused to admire your face. Your body pained and sweaty whilst she tilted her head innocently.

"Answer me with words, not nods." You took a second to hear her voice before making a noise as you tried to speak. Your hips bucking towards her mouth.

"Mhm. Please."

"Please what?"

Now she was just cruel.

"Abby please make me cum, please.."

"That's my girl.."

But you loved it.

You didn't get a warning but you doubted that you wanted one. A scream erupting from your throat when the tip of her tongue flicked over your clit. Her lips soon wrapping around it while her fingers quickly found themselves a home deep inside your cunt once again.

"Oh- mmph-" Your head hit the cushion of the couch when it flew back, one of your hands falling to her shoulder while the other held her head. "Oh my God!"

Your face was so hot and again your belly coiled up, legs shaking and you began to believe she'd let you go again. But there she stayed, fucking her fingers in and out while toying with your bundle of nerves.

"Abby m'gonna-" She smiled at what you were saying, but didn't even look up. "-please can I?" Ever the good girl you were.

"Go ahead, baby." She muttered against your wetness, continuing to eat you like you were her last meal. And it showed in your shaking calves and thumbing heart, your eyes rolling back until they squeezed themselves shut.

And just like that, you came with a moan, dipping your nails into her skin until crescents formed. The vibration from her groan in reaction against your clit nearly made you scream. Though, your hand fell over your mouth before your vocal chords got the chance to alert everyone in a mile radius.

"You did so good.." She finally spoke up, lifting her head from your middle but still kept her grip. "How about another?"

You practically cried, shaking her head as she played with your hole, moving in and out slowly. Agonizing almost, but you still managed to try and push her away only for her the chuckle.

"I can't Abb... you teased too much.." She scoffed at what you said, raising herself over your body to kiss your lips. Smiling at the sound of your whine when she pulled back. "Since when has that been a problem?"

You hummed dramatically, playing with the end of her messy braid.

"I was trying to read and you took my pants off." She snorted, licking her lips while feeling your body shift against her own. "In my defense you looked really fucking good." "Abby!"

She held onto your knees while she sat up, looking over your shape. Thumbs rubbing circles onto the fat of your thighs.

"Just one more?" You stared as she asked, a cocky grin on her lips. "I dunno…" "Oh c'mon... please? For me?"

Staring into her gaze, you quietly debated in your mind.

"Fine."

"That's my girl."

A/n: my eyes burn

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby x you #abby x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson tlou2 #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #nevy writes

[starcrossedreaders]

hey pookie.. PLEASE WRITE LEON X FEM!READER WHERE LEON IS TIRED AND JUST WANTS TO LAY ON HIS COUCH WITH HIS WIFE ON HIS DAY OFF

Authors Note: LEON IS SO FUCKING POOKIE UGHHH😩😩😩 Thank you for requesting Enjoy! <3

Warnings: just FLUFF, poor baby Leon finally taking a breather, drabble, crying

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The sun rose above you as you just finished watering your small garden in the backyard. Wiping the sweat off your brow you walked back into the house only to be met with silence. Your husband finally got a day off, so respecting that you slid out of bed and let him sleep in. The clock hit 10:30 as you were picking up the living room from the night before. You folded the throw blankets and wiped down the coffee table. Humming to the soft music in the background you swayed your hips a little. Soft-clothed footsteps were heard in front of you.

Standing up straight you smiled at your sleep-filled husband. Leon's ash brown hair stuck out in wild directions, and his sweat pants hung below his hips showing his v-line. Leon rubbed his eyes as he kept your white comforter fisted in his hand.

"Good morning love. Did you sleep well?" You smiled as you walked up to him to leave a kiss on his cheek. A smile plastered on his face.

"You missed," His voice was deep and husky. Laughing a little you stood on your tipy toes to leave a chaste kiss on Leon's slightly chapped lips.

Leon smiled in the kiss as he went back for more, over and over again. You place your hand on his bare chest as you laugh pulling away.

"Are you hungry, I can make breakfast?" Leon only whined like a kid as he enveloped your body in a hug, wrapping the comforter around both of your bodies.

Leon shuffled your body backward, causing you to trip onto the couch. Rearranging your position you laid on your back while Leon flopped his body on yours leaving the comforter to cover you both. Leon wrapped his arms around your torso with his head in your neck. You wrapped your arms around his back rubbing little hearts.

You guys lay like this soaking in each other's touch for the next few hours. Time seemed to mush and muddle as both of you drifted in and out of reality. One moment you were sleeping while Leon left kisses on your neck and the next Leon was off dreaming while you rubbed his back.

This is the type of day Leon craved. All he ever wants to do is lay in your arms all day with no cares in the world. The clock struck 3:30 and your eyes fluttered open. Looking down at Leon's form his face was relaxed. His normal crease between his brows was gone and his ashy hair fell over his closed eyes. He looked so peaceful like this. Moving his hair out of his face you began to whisper sweet nothings to him.

"I'm so proud of you my love and everything you have done for this cruel cruel world." Moving your hand from his back you started to pet Leon's head running your fingers through his soft hair.

"I'm happy you're finally stopping to breathe. There's a reason your heart is wrapped behind your lungs. Each breath you take is a guardian of your heart. So, remember when life starts to weigh you down that you need to stop and breathe. Because when you don't then, you start to suffocate everything that's important to you," Pausing you placed a soft kiss on Leon's head before you went on.

"Just breathe and remember you have been in a place like this before. You have been scared and anxious and at your wit's end but you made it out on top each time. You've survived, and that's more than enough. You have saved people, and that's more than enough. Now it's your turn to save yourself and breathe. Your feelings can't break you, they may be painful and debilitating but when they pass with each waking breath you will look back and be proud of how resilient you are. So just keep breathing, because that alone is enough." Leon's body began to shake as a small sob pushed past his lips.

What you didn't know is that he was awake and listening the whole time. What he didn't know is that he really needed to hear those words come from you. Leon has been dragging recently and clearly, you have taken notice of that.

Leon's loud sobs filled the room as he pushed further into your body. "I love you s'much, sososo much." There wasn't much you could do but rub his back and kiss his head.

"I love you too, I'm so proud of how far you have come, how much you have grown," Leon stayed like this, crying into your neck as you comforted him through his sorrows.

Time passed as Leon's tears slowed. "I love you," You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Impossible."

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To whoever needs to hear this, slow down and breathe. Life is so much more than stressful and shitty so take the time to slow down and breathe. <3

Taglist: @hermizery @alewesker @ballorawan740 @lastaceylia00

#leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy re2 #resident evil x you #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy re4 #resident evil 2 #re4 leon #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x y/n #leon s kennedy #resident evil 4 #resident evil leon #resident evil death island #resident evil infinite darkness

[fiorella-a]

A secret to be kept

Streamer! Aged up! Future! Kenma x Reader

Concept:

-While playing a horror game full of jumpscares, he blurted out something– and that something was supposed to be a surprise for you.

Info:

-Gn! Reader

-Fluff

-Some cussing here and there

•Kodzuken is online

•Kodzuken's stream will start in 1 minute!

•Kodzuken is now live, click to join!

"Hello Everyone. Good evening, afternoon or morning to each of you here. Today we are playing a game called?"

"The hunt!" You say excitedly, "Me and Kenma are in a call because I'm currently visiting a friend."

Kenma smiles at the camera while nodding at your words.

Chat:

:LMAO THOUGHT U KICKED THEM OUT 😭😠

:Heard that's a scary game

:Start! Start! Start! ✊✊✊

Kenma pauses while reading the chat, "alright Calm down and let's play the game, Y/n do you wanna read the game's information?"

"This game is in beta and is currently being observed for issues or bugs, please leave your reviews on what should be changed or whatnot.

Warning: this game will contain jumpscares out of nowhere. For those with weak hearts, please exit the game immediately.

You and your friends (recommended to play in multiplayer) decided to go camping out in Icho Woods, that's famous for it's haunted stories. Finding out there is no such thing as Icho Woods, you are now stuck in the middle of nowhere and desperately surviving. But hey! At least the haunted stories are true, though.

The game is fictional, anything that references in real life is pure coincedence."

After reading, you breathe in and out, "that was breathtaking. Now let's go on, shall we?"

Kenma nods his head before replying to you, "let's go."

Chat

:GOODLUCK YA'LL

:Hi! One of the developers here, hope you enjoy it :)

:NO WAY

:GET THE SCREENSHOTS YA'LL

:Blessing to be in this stream fr 😩

:(2)

"Okayyy we spawned in" you say in a surprised tone

"One of the creators of the game is here. I recommend adding a short cutscene of how we got here." Kenma looks at the camera and smiles politely.

Chat:

:The smile‼️‼️

:We're working on it! We're also planning on adding more lives for the players.

:AYO THE DEVELOPERS ARE SO NICE

A crawl was heard along with the sound of cracking bones. "What the hell was that? If i could be an emoji, it'd be the crying one" You say as you laugh nervously

Kenma chuckles at you, "No need to be af– THE FUCK?" Kenma swears as he gets killed.

Chat:

:We're working on that bug! If you stay at the spawn too long it'll kill you, promise we're working on it.

:Developers sweating nervously 💀

:LMAO STOP IT 😭

"Okay, I got killed too, yay!" You say still clearly nervous.

"Alright, follow me, love. I see a shed over there" Kenma says as he goes in first before your character follows along.

"We won't get killed here, right?" Kenma says jokingly

Chat:

:Nope! ☺️

:IMAGINE IF THE ROOF BREAKS AND THEY DIE

Kenma smiles at the chats.

"There's a battery here, i think it's for a light? A car? I'm not sure." You say to Kenma and at the chat.

"Oh, is that all?" "Yeah" "Alright, let's go out."

As Kenma opens the door at the shed, the monster was lurking around and spotted them. Giving them a thrill-chase. The monster climbs onto a tree before finally ending them.

"FUCK WILL YOU MARRY ME"

"HUH?!"

Chat:

:AYO KENMA?

:As developers, we didn't expect to help in a marriage.

:BRO IS DOWN BAD

:📷📸

Kenma coughs as he realizes what he said "Let's exit the game."

"Sure, sure." You agreed and followed along with him.

Once you both left the game, Kenma spoke again "Once you get home from your trip, we can talk about what I said" He says as he turns off his camera at the stream.

"Alrighty, Love."

"I'll end the stream now, don't worry, we'll leave in a review afterwards. Goodbye, chat"

"Babye, everyone!" You say with excitement.

Chat:

:*Gets onto knees* will u marry me bb? LMAO

:STOP MAKING FUN OF HIM, HE'S CLEARLY FLUSTERED YA'LL

:Bye for the two of you <33

:Looking forward to the reviews! Thank you and enjoy your happy life ❤️

:BYE BYE KENMA & BYEBYE Y/N!

•Stream ended 13 seconds ago

•Kenma is offline

#kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #gn reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu #hq kenma #kozume kenma #kenma kuzome #haikyuu fluff #fanfic #reader insert #imagines #Kenma #kenma x gn reader #kenma x gender neutral reader #hq #hq fluff #hq x reader #anime x reader #anime imagines #time skip kenma #kodzuken #streamer kenma

[starfxkr]

omg that cam girl fic 😩 thinking about jj bending you over the bed and fucking kitten with a cute dildo and she’s just a moaning panting mess and he’s just smirking into the camera reader comments

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you were starting to regret letting the viewers pick a toy for the night, your whole body was on fire from overwhelming amounts of pleasure coursing through your veins.

currently, jj had your back to his chest, legs spread wide so everyone could get a good look at the cursed dildo he was driving into your gaping cunt. a heart shaped plug sat snug in your ass, the purple jewel complimenting your brown skin perfectly. he had a large, ringed hand clasped over your mouth as you struggled to breathe.

"I think you can give me oneeee more. what'd yall think?" he sped up, the toy sloshing in drenched pussy as his eyes scan the comments.

make her do it twice +$200

she's done. go for her ass. +$125

that should be me fuckin her +$215

jj scoffs, pausing to reply, "you wouldn't know what to do with her, fuckin loser."

you shake your head, you were overstimulated and worn out, but jj's lips pressed soft kisses to your damp hairline in encouragement.

"you good?"

you tap his thigh twice in affirmation and he drops his hand from your mouth to grope at your tit, rolling the peaked nipple between his fingers making you squeal.

"aight then pussycat, one more and we're done." he angled the toy to press against that soft gummy spot inside of you, wrapping his bicep around your neck to keep you pinned as you shook in his grasp, little grunts exiting your lips as your orgasm crashed against you all at once, but he kept going--tightening his lock on your neck as you clawed and scratched at him. your vision spotted as you came one last time, soaking the sheets and he finally let you go, the rush of oxygen making you dizzy.

she can do it again right? +$300

JJ reads the screen and smirks, "again? whew, give her 10 and she'll be good as new."

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #kitten!reader

[written-in-flowers]

Hi!! Could you do a drabble for Aemond x lowborn reader (fem), where Aemond is torn bc he fell in love for the first time but also feels a sense of duty to marry a highborn lady bc he’s a prince? And maybe he even comes to his father Viserys for advice? 😩 I think we were robbed of father/son interactions on the show

Ooooh, I sense forbidden romance in the air! Lovely, hope you enjoy!

Marks That Bind Us

He already felt stupid for asking. What answer is he possibly expecting to get? 'Yes, son of mine, you may marry the lowborn servant in the kitchens.' It sounded ridiculous even saying it to himself. But, the fool in his wished to try. The same fool who'd paused when you'd first entered the room, holding a tray of food to serve at their table.

He'd never seen you before that moment. Granted, the Red Keep is full of servants working day and night to serve the royal family. But, he recognized faces and remembered names well. Your face was one he'd definitely have remembered. He kept himself composed, cold and unfeeling, as you placed a bowl of greens nearest him. He did not let his eyes linger on you long, and he drank wine to find something to do. You unsettled him, but not in an unpleasant way. He then watched you leave without saying a word.

He saw you again walking across the yard. You had a basket of vegetables freshly pulled from the earth, and on your way to the cook. He'd kept on sparring with Ser Cole to not bring attention to himself, but his one eye kept you in view. He couldn't help noticing the sun shining your hair, and the sparkle in your eyes. You were lovely in the general sense; the same way any woman would be lovely, but it still caught him off guard. Just like Ser Cole's shield when it slammed into his chest.

He found out who you were, and that you worked in the kitchens. Aemond suddenly decided he no longer liked the serving girl who tended to his chambers, his linens, clothes, and cups. You were brought to him the following morning, carrying a breakfast tray for him. He let you serve him, without saying anything as he nibbled on this and that. You'd changed from the grubby scullery maid dress into the serving one, a red dress with a white apron. It looked nice on you. He tried finding something to say as you moved about fixing his room and changing out sheets. Aemond finally spoke to you when he claimed he had trouble tying his jerkin. He pretended to have a shoulder injury, and therefore needed assistance. You'd appeared reluctant at first, unsure of his real intentions, before he urged you to come over.

He watched you deftly tie each piece of clothing. His eyes took in the shape of your nose and lips. He saw the large dark mark around above your left eyebrow and curling onto your temple down to your cheekbone. He'd never noticed it until now because your hair kept it covered, but being closer, he inspected it further.

"That's an interesting birthmark," he commented, nodding to it as you finished clasping his doublet together.

"Um, thank you, Your Grace," you replied shyly, finishing up his doublet. "Some people tell me it's shaped like the moon."

"A crescent moon."

"A what?"

"The moon when it's shaped like your scar."

"Oh, I see. I always wondered what that was called..." you then realized your proximity to him and backed away. "Forgive me, Your Grace. I-"

"-You haven't done anything wrong," he insisted. "Only talk, nothing more. You may go now."

He watched you leave, and wished he'd made you stay. The days carried on like this: you helping him with his routines in the morning and at night, occasionally making conversation until he's forced to dismiss you. He particularly enjoyed how you never seemed to stare at his sapphire eye. You acted as if it he were whole, a full man with all his parts. Women always noticed it first, and their faces of disgust or distaste bothered him. He tried not caring, but it grew under his skin. You dared to ask him about it once.

"How'd it happen, Your Grace?"

"How did what happen?"

"Your eye..."

He took a drink from his cup and told you the story. Well, his version of it. He said he'd been attacked by two boys, they got into a scuffle, one of them pulled out a blade and slashed his eye. You were enraptured by the story.

"It must be difficult," you said after, "Having to live with only one eye. I imagine lots of people stare and..." you stopped talking, realizing you'd move onto sensitive grounds.

"It is hard," he nodded. "But, I like to think it gives me an advantage. My opponent thinks he can come at me on my left, but then is instantly proven wrong when I strike him with my blade."

"I didn't mean simply for fighting, Your Grace," you replied. "I mean for normal things as well. I imagine lots of noble ladies don't want to marry a man missing an eye. I hear the lot of them say you're scary and intimidating."

He stood up from his table, walking over to you. You did not back away from him. Staring into your eyes, he asked, "Do you think I'm scary?"

You looked over his face, then said, "I've met scarier men than you."

"Have you?"

"There was this brute I met on the Street of Silk-"

"-You worked there? Before coming here?"

"No, Your Grace, I lived there with my mother. She was a whore, who had me in the brothel where she bedded my father." You spoke so plainly to him. He liked it. "The brute was missing an eye, had sharpened his teeth to fine points, cut his nails into claws, and ate raw meat. They called him The Beast."

"Sounds terrifying," he replied in an unimpressed tone.

"You wouldn't talk like that if you'd seen him."

You both talked throughout the night. You told him stories of your childhood in the city and of your family. He recounted tales of him flying on Vhagar and about the other dragons of old. You made him feel human. He liked that. Finally, one night after a few cups of wine, he bedded you. It'd been gentle, slow, and passionate. The both of you became one soul, one body. Aemond realized, as he watched you quake underneath him, that he did not wish for anyone else.

But, you were lowborn. A bastard girl of a whore in King's Landing, who never met her father and works as a servant to the prince. You were not marriage material to anyone who mattered. His duty as a prince was to marry a high born lady from a noble house to strength his family's alliances. He always stood by his duty; he refused to be like Aegon, who liked shirking away from his as much as possible. He'd do right by his family, and be the good soldier who did what was expected. Yet, he desired something more, something real. He'd done many great things for his family; he'd burn down cities for them. Perhaps, just perhaps, they might let him have this one thing.

Walking into his father's bed chambers, he found the old king sitting by his model of Old Valyria. Shaky hands whittled away at a new dragon piece. Aemond could smell the sickness being masked underneath incense burned by the maesters. His father still had some of his mind left. He'd not completely lost himself yet.

"Father?" he called to him, standing by the door with his feet apart and hands behind his back. Be a good soldier, son. Let him see you are serious.

"Ah, Aemond," he smiled softly, rotting teeth starting to show on the bottom half, "My son...How good to see you."

"Yes, um," he stepped forward, "There was...there was something I wish to ask you."

He'd normally go to his mother for this request, but he knew what she'd say. She'd tell him 'no'. His father, a man and the king, had better sway. If he can break laws to make Rhaenyra, a woman, an heir to the throne, then he can break a law for him, his trueborn son.

"What is it, son? Sit, sit down."

Aemond took a seat across from his father. He watched brittle hands work the dragon into its shape. He must know. Even if he gets what he expected, he must ask. "Father, you once broke tradition and law to make Rhaenyra your heir-"

"-Not this again," he groaned. "I told Hightower that I will not change my mind-"

"-No, no, it isn't about that, Father. It's..." he took a deep breath, "I wish to marry, Father."

His eyes lit up, "Is that so? Who is she?"

"Well, her name is Y/N. She is clever, charming, gentle, and kind. She...She's wonderful," he replied. 'And, I wish to marry her."

"Who is her father? Her house?"

"She...well, you see..."

His father nodded sagely, "I see. She is lowborn, I take it?"

"Yes."

"Bastard born?"

"Yes."

"Comely?"

"Very. I love her, Father. I love her, and I..." he exhaled deeply, "I have always done everything you and mother ever wanted. I trained myself in sword and shield. I studied history, philosophy, art, and war. I have been cordial to my half-sister and her children when you've asked. I have always maintained the respect, and uphold the values and traditions of our house," he said, "But, for once, Father...Let me have one thing. Let me have her hand."

"You may have her," Viseryes said after a long pause, "But, you may not wed her."

"Father, I-"

"-You will marry a noblewoman and have noble children. You may keep this girl as a bedmate or a paramour, but marriage? I am sorry, but I cannot allow this."

"Why not? You allow Rhaenyra to do as she pleases! To seek her pleasures and always turn a blind eye to anything she's ever done." Rage began burning inside him. He stood up, fury burning at his father. He should have known.

"Rhaenyra married in her bloodline and had children as expected of her station. You must do the same, to keep peace and prosperity going."

He scoffed at these words. Aemond did not know what answer he expected. Perhaps he'd expected his father to be on his side for once; to care about Alicent's children rather than only his first wife's child. "I..." he balled up his fists, "I understand, Father."

"I'm not saying you can't keep the girl."

"I wanted a life with her. I want children with her."

"Which you can have."

"It is not the same, and you know it isn't!" he snapped at him. "I should have suspected as much from you. If our name isn't 'Rhaenyra' then we go unnoticed by you."

"Aemond-"

He stormed out before his father could see the real fury. Aemond did not tear up or feel weepy. His fire burned. It roared. He stormed into his apartments where you stood, putting his mended doublet on a table.

"Your Grace, I-"

"-We're leaving."

"Leaving?"

"Yes, leaving."

"You talked to your father then?" you smiled expectantly.

"Yes, and it went exactly as I expected, but," he cupped your cheek and brought you close, "That won't stop us. I don't need his approval. I don't need any of this. I only need you."

You stared at him for a moment, then nodded slowly. You left him for a corner of his bedroom by his bed. Tapping the wall, the side cracked open and he saw the secret passage door. He watched you bend down and show him two rucksacks with disguises. He smiled.

Yes, he would marry you and damn it all.

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x you #house of the dragon #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #hotd #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer

[w4yf1nder]

I present to you, the prince Kaeya AU that no one asked for with lots of pining and childhood friends to lovers but also lots of fluff 😩 (that’s my specialty). Btw. This is a Kaeya x fem!reader.

Kaeya is the second prince, not very ambitious for the throne, and despite his eccentric mannerisms, he cannot claim to have many friends. He’s far from unpopular; however, he doesn’t draw the same amount of attention as his half-brother, Crown Prince Diluc, the legitimate claim to the throne. Not that he minds.

Kaeya has practically been left to his own devices since childhood, and he would say that he prefers it this way. His favorite memories always include you, a princess from a neighboring country. As the youngest princess, you, too, have very few responsibilities besides trying not to tarnish your family's honor.

Truly a match made in heaven.

As royalty from two different countries, the relationships between your nations are tense at best, but as children, you wanted nothing more than to spend time with your friend from beyond the border.

Meetings between the two families were infrequent and usually confined to diplomatic reasons. But neither you nor Kaeya were strangers to shunting your responsibilities onto the grownups, running off to the gardens hand in hand, poorly concealed laughter bubbling up your throats as you watch the palace servants have a giant meltdown looking for you.

However, it seems that even distance couldn’t keep the two of you apart. After much begging (and some crying) on your end, your parents allowed you to at least send letters to him, which kept your friendship alive while you couldn’t meet.

But every time you reunited, it felt like all was right with the world again. On one such meeting, he noticed that his time with you was coming to a close yet again.

He grabbed your hand, eyes lit with a passion uncharacteristic of him as he declared, “One day, when we’re older, I’ll marry you, and then we can be together all the time.”

“Promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky, and he grins, hooking his own around yours.

In your childish eagerness, you said yes. You didn’t know what marriage entailed, but if it let you be with Kaeya, who were you to complain?

As for Kaeya, he knew that he was far from the ideal suitor with limited political power and no claim to the throne. He couldn’t be the king, but he could be yours; to him, that was close enough.

Years passed with only letters exchanged between the two of you. The more recent ones have been teasing his impending arrival, another diplomatic meeting, clearly, as Kaeya’s brother prepares to ascend to the throne.

You can’t help but look forward to meeting your friend after many years. You wonder how he has changed, but most importantly, how he has stayed the same. Years ago, he had promised himself to you, and you still hope that conviction has stayed.

Well, would you look at that? In the royal gardens, with his back to you, stands a man that you’ve never seen before. Until you see his face, that is. His eye, covered by an eyepatch so synonymous with your childhood friend, brings your feet to a halt a safe distance away from him.

Tentatively, your tiny voice calls out, “Prince…Kaeya?” The man turns. It’s unlikely that he hadn’t sensed your presence before; no, he was waiting for you to recognize him first.

“Princess…” His words curl around a smile, his voice much deeper than how you remember it. But his eyes are still the same. When he looks at you, he’s still the same.

The smile that breaks onto your face after the initial awkwardness is a sight to behold. Kaeya, ever the smooth-talker, could barely do it justice with words alone. He steps closer to you, his lips pressed into a line to prevent it from quivering.

“It has been too long.”

“Way too long.”

You agree. You must crane your neck up to look at him now. Although the conversation pauses there, your eyes wander over his frame as if committing him, committing this moment to memory.

It’s difficult to speak, you think. The intensity of his gaze roots you to the spot, but compared to his gaze, his hand is soft where it rests upon your cheek.

“Now, why are you so bashful? Have you forgotten that we are to be wed?” He teases.

You pause, looking anywhere but at him. “Right…” Your heart jolts uncomfortably, he remembers.

“Getting cold feet?” He teases you again, his finger deceptively warm and comforting when it caresses your cheek. “Don’t tell me you are about to back out now? Not when we pinky-promised.”

The word sounds so out of place leaving his mouth that you laugh, finally looking up to meet his gaze. For all his bravado, you could tell that the gesture brought him some comfort as his tense shoulders visibly loosened at the sight of you.

“Maybe when you are brave enough to ask for my hand in marriage for real.” You say, suddenly feeling the urge to tease him back.

The smile on his lips drops, perhaps not expecting you to react that way before it's back again, with a vengeance, in fact.

This time, the smirk on his lips is so endearingly vexing that you can’t help but laugh.

“Fortunately for you, I have already taken the liberty to do so.” He announces, your eyes widening at the declaration.

“What?” You gape, lowering your voice to prevent startling him. “You…already asked my father?”

He hums, a serene smile on his lips.

“Well,” You prompt him to speak eagerly, “What did he say?”

He laughs lightly, “What did you want him to say?”

You groan, giving him a glare so frigid it could freeze Mondtstadt over whole.

He laughs, leaning forward and giving you a peck on your forehead, “Delightful. I’ll see you at the altar then.”

“Kaeya, I swear to—”, you pause. “I’m sorry, what?”

He laughs again, completely unaffected by the look of confusion and shock on your face, perfectly content with the chaos he has unleashed upon you.

“Answer me, will you?!”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff

[mediocreanomaly]

Heya! Same patchwork anon here >:]

Im so glad you like the idea! And id definitely see Vash being so protective of it, but sir we need to clean that omg 😩

But i did wanna shoot another reply cause i had another thought (Its 3am, so its the perfect time for thoughts) but imagine instead of white solid thread for Nai's janky ass milk puzzle blanket, its instead stitched with colored thread to at least give it some more life :0

I do like the idea that Nai just keeps it hidden, but imagine Nai's mate finding it and wanting to improve on it more, so little by little theyve been hand-embroiddering stuff on each patch to give it more life, and Nai doesnt notice cause he doesnt really lay it out often, and one day he just has this urge to look at it again, maybe give it a chance and add it to the nest, afterall its the thought that counts right? but then he spreads it out and sees the different embroiderry, like hearts or flowers that Nai's mate saw in books~ Theres even an ongoing embroiderry that makes it clear that his mate has been stitching this behind his back lol

(okay thats all sorry for the ramble im just so weak for them huhu)

Authors Note: Oh my gosh??? I'm so sorry for being away everyone work is busy busy busy rn, gotta serve up some of my drafts fr...anyways! Patchwork anon strikes again! You know nesting hc's are my weakness I had to indulge, R.I.P. Knives milk puzzle.

In reference to both of these post: Nesting Hc's, Patchwork Anon

A Blanket of Many Colors, Knives x Reader

You run your fingers over the blanket you had gifted Nai, the patchwork of white making the blanket look more like a haphazard ghost costume rather than a gift you'd painstakingly sown together. You sigh, you didn't really blame Nai for hiding it away in fact you'd been a be relived when you found out your mate kept the scraggly piece of fabric at all. While the vision had been there the end result had ended up lack luster at best.

You groan, about to tuck it back away in its hiding spot for good when you pause over one of the squares. Although by itself it wasn't much...it'd be the perfect base for something else. You think of what you could fill the tiles with, you had more than enough colored thread to add a bit of life to it, you mull over a couple options before remembering the book of flowers Nai had shown you once, his expression had soften as he explained the differences between each species. Inspired, you quickly grab the blanket and march over to the large bookcase in the corner of Nai's room, running your fingers over the spines of the books trying to find the correct one.

"c'mon...it's gotta be here somewh- ah!" you say triumphantly, pulling out the book containing pictures hundreds of different flowers. You'd been amazed when Nai first showed you, plants like this didn't bloom on Gunsmoke, so the idea of their soft petals were all you had to go off of. You quickly flip through the book picking out one of the flowers and grab some red thread and a needle, ready to go to work.

Some where along the way this little practice had become routine for you. Every time Nai was away or you were bored you'd sneak over to the cabinet your mate had stored the blanket and add a small embroidery. Adding a different flower every time until the blanket was becoming a colorful tapestry of your own making. You weren't sure if Nai even knew what you were doing, if he did he didn't say anything about it. So you continued the harmless pass time figuring he had just forgotten about the gift to collect dust.

He hadn't. Nai was, admittedly, particular when it came to his nest and he knew it. He'd mull over the sheets over and over making sure they were the same shade of white and that they were both soft and large enough. When you had presented him with the hand made blanket...it wasn't that he didn't apricate a gift from his beloved mate, it's just that he cringed internally anytime he thought about it in his nest. He couldn't bring himself to throw away something made by your hands though, so he had stored it away for safe keeping, not wanting anyone else to get their filthy hands on something made specifically for him.

It wasn't until a couple months and one tedious day later that he found himself marching towards his quarters. His instincts where screaming to wind down and drag you into the nest with him but you were out in Ja'Lai, escorted by Legato. He huffs, thinking of grabbing some of your clothes to add to the nest for your scent but then grimaces at the idea of all that disorganized fabric against the white sheets and pillows. He pauses looking at the cabinet that contained the gift you had made all that time ago. Although he still bristles slightly at the idea of it sprawled out in his nest...maybe it's the thought that counts? No. Absolutely not. But he could at least drag it out for a little while, maybe it wasn't as bad as he remembered.

Nai opens the cabinet and reaches in for the blanket but when he pulls it out...his eyes go wide. He holds it up so that he had a better view of what he's seeing, flowers he had only seen as a child blossom against the white fabric painting a scene of an intricate garden that only his memories and dreams could recreate. Had his mate been doing this the whole time? He tilts his head and gently traces the patters of the petals and whining stems that adorns the blanket now, then...he glances up towards his nest.

"Nai? You you here?" you call walking towards your shared room. The others had informed you of your mates arrival while you were out in town and you were eager to welcome him with open arms. You pad in, cold floor beneath you feet. He must be curled up in the nest it's where he liked to recharge after being gone. You walk towards the bed where you know a heap of white blankets and pillows is waiting as you quietly peek in the room. Your mate is in the nest alright, but...instead of the usual stark white, a myriad of color litters the top. Your blanket, you realize, is now the main center piece of the nest, curled securely around your sleeping mate as he purrs in his sleep, plant marking glowing softly. It seems...he liked the gift after all.

#knives x you #knives x reader #trigun x reader #knives millions #patchwork anon at it again #nesting plants...my heart

[lnfours]

From your Prompt 47 , 52 and 67 !!!!!

just some pure fluff with roommate, kinda friends to lovers!tom 😩 also bc i’m on my period rn for the first time in months and it sucks i hate birth control.

#47: “you’re cute when you’re angry”

#52: “can we cuddle?”

#67: “stop being so cute”

inbox 💌 | prompt list

you had moved in with the boys about a year or so ago. they were looking for another housemate, and your pre-existing friendship with them just made everything fall into place.

however, you didn’t really know what you were signing up for. of course, there was the usual occasion of stealing someone else’s food or using someone else’s mug when they made tea, but this was a whole new level.

they had raided your side of the pantry and stole your secret stash of chocolate. the one you kept on hand for… emergencies.

and right now, you really were craving a snickers bar. but alas, they were all gone.

you stormed into the living room with the empty container in hand. the boys turned white at your angry expression.

“what the hell?!”

everyone pointed at one another, trying to pin the blame on someone else. your gaze shifted to tom.

“you were the only one i told about the secret stash,” you said, “you’re such a blabbermouth!”

everyone else stifled laughs as tom softly chuckled, “i’m sorry. did you want me to run to the store and get some more?”

you huffed, dropping your arms in defeat, “no. just.. don’t touch my stuff!”

everyone nodded, mentally taking note not to mess with your chocolate stash ever again. you made your way up to your room, crawling back into bed with your heating pad. after a good 20 minutes or so, there was a soft knock on your door.

“come in,” you mumbled, pausing the tv. you sat up when tom opened the door, a small plastic bag in one hand and in the other was one of his mugs, steam pouring from the top.

“i come bearing gifts,” he said, setting the bag on the bed and placing the mug on the coaster that sat on top of the nightstand, “as an apology.”

you looked over at the mug, picking it up and giving it a whiff. you looked up at him, “peppermint tea?”

he shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed, “i read that peppermint helps with cramps, and i saw you chase some midol down with your coffee this morning so…”

you nodded, taking a small sip, “thanks.”

he nodded back at you, dumping the plastic bag onto the bed, “i also, uhm, got you a bunch of chocolate. i know you had snickers and kit kats in there, but i couldn’t remember what else so i just got a little bit of everything.”

you smiled, “thank you, tom. you really didn’t have to, i could’ve grabbed some more tomorrow when i go out.”

“i know i’ve always said that you’re cute when you’re angry,” he smiled, “but you also get a little bit scary.”

you laughed, “sorry.”

“don’t apologize, i shouldn’t have told the others where your stuff was,” he smiled, looking over at the tv, “halloweentown? you know it’s almost the beginning of august, right?”

you nodded, “just getting in the spirit.”

he nodded towards the pillows, “scoot,”

you made room for him on the bed, him joining you under the covers.

“can we cuddle?” you asked softly, grabbing the remote to unpause the movie. he smiled brightly back at you, lifting his arm up as you nuzzled into his side. he grabbed the heating pad, wrapping it around your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

“better?”

you nodded, “much. thank you.”

he played with your hair gently as you watched the movie. it wasn’t an unusual thing for the two of you to do. over the last couple months you found yourselves staying in each others rooms, cuddling more, and just overall not wanting to be without the other.

he was falling for you. and you were falling for him, too.

your eyelids were getting heavy as he drew circles softly onto your arm with his thumb. he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, your eyes opening as you turned to look over at him.

“hmm?” you hummed in question.

“go to sleep, love. it’s okay.”

you sighed contently, “stay with me?”

his heart burst at your question, “if you stop being so cute.”

“but that’s why you like me,” you mumbled against the material of his shirt. he chuckled softly, “because i’m cute.”

he nodded, his lips pressing against the top of your head, “you’re right, love. you’re exactly right.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #mail time #tom holland imagine #new moon #spider-man #spiderman #tom holland fluff #tom holland fluff imagine #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff blurb #blurb #fluff

[mlmdarkfiction]

Hi, number one fan here😩. Can I please request an absolutely fucked up Billy Loomis fic for my birthday. Go crazy with it and surprise me with the contents

Here you go! I hope you like it! I originally planned to have a mini ghost face attack happen but I couldn't make it work in a way I liked and I felt bad that I kept you waiting so long! I do think billy would mansplain manipulate his way into getting what he wanted.

“What do you mean I can’t come over?” 

You hold in the urge to roll your eyes, not that Billy would be able to see it through the phone anyway. 

“I meant exactly what I said. There’s a killer on the loose, and a curfew. My party’s canceled.” The bitterness in your tone is clear, it’s not like you wanted to cancel your Birthday Party, but you’ve seen horror movies. 

Having a party when there’s a killer on the loose like this is just asking to become a victim, especially since it’s your birthday. 

You can practically see the movie they’d make about it, Birthday Massacre.

“Well how about I come over, bring popcorn, and a movie. I can rent the exorcist-” 

“Nope. No way.” You’re quick to cut off your boyfriend. “I don’t plan on dying tonight, sorry.” 

You hear the way he huffs indignantly on the other side of the phone, and it only makes you feel a little guilty. 

“Anyone can be a killer and anyone can be a victim.”

There’s a pause. 

“You really think I’m the killer?” 

“Well no,” You answer honestly, “But that doesn’t mean one of us couldn’t be a target, especially if we’re together.” 

Billy sighs on the other end of the line, and you know you’ve won. 

“Alright, fine.”

“Fine,” You repeat back, unbothered by his newfound attitude. “I love you.”

He doesn’t say it back, just hanging up the phone and you have to pout. 

“What a bitch.” You sigh. 

Banter aside, you hope Billy isn’t actually angry at you, that would be shitty, after all it is your birthday. 

Your birthday that you’re spending alone because the police have called a curfew and there’s a killer on the loose. 

Cake. You might as well eat your cake if you’re going to be alone, make some popcorn, and watch a scary movie like Billy had wanted. 

It’s about twenty minutes into a movie with cake and popcorn when your phone rings. 

You pause the movie as you answer, assuming it’s Billy calling to apologize, “Hello?” 

“Hello ____.” 

You blink. The voice on the other end isn’t anyone you recognize. 

“Who is this?” 

“That’s the question isn’t it.” Once again you hold the urge to roll your eyes. 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“All alone on your birthday. Isn’t that sad?”

“Shut up.” It’s not a witty response, but it’s all you’ve got. 

A loud sudden bang has you jumping, barely keeping in a scream. 

Something slammed against your front door. 

You don’t have to wonder what it was as very quickly the voice on the other end confirms, “Did I scare you?”

“Billy, is this you? It’s not fucking funny.”

“Billy? Who’s Billy? That your boyfriend?” 

You feel a chill run down your spine. This whole thing is too creepy now. You hang up the phone quickly and dial Billy.

Sure you told him not to come, but now you don’t want to be alone. 

It rings only twice, before Billy picks up. 

“Hey-” You don’t let him get the words out. 

“I changed my mind. Can you come over?”

He makes a noise of confusion on the other line, before “Yeah of course.” You can practically hear the smile in his voice. 

“I’ll be right over.”

#Billy Loomis x Reader #Ghost Face x Reader #Ghostface x Reader #Billy x Reader #Note to self to tag this better and post it on AO3 when Im not so damn tired

[danikamariewrites]

hi bestie,

how about birthday sex with ruhn 😩🥹

Birthday Celebrations pt. 2 (SMUT)

Ruhn x reader

A/n: I hope you enjoy part 2 to your bday gift bestie 😉🥰

Part One

Warnings: smut, daddy kink

As Ruhn carried you up to the bedroom all you could do was stare at your gorgeous diamond ring. Fiancé. Ruhn is your fiancé and one day soon he’s going to be your husband. Mrs. y/n Danaan had a good ring to it.

Ruhn always called you his princess and now he was going to make you a real one. By the time he set you down on the bed you hadn’t realized you were already in the room. Your fiancé cupped your jaw, running his thumb across your cheek.

You looked up at him with all the love in the world in your eyes. Gods he’s beautiful. “Happy birthday baby. I know it’s your day but you’ve made me the happiest male in the whole world.” Leaning in, Ruhn slowly kissed your lips whispering, “my princess.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck Ruhn lays you down on the bed. He unzips your dress as you pull at the buttons on his shirt. The kiss quickly turns heated as you both strip, never breaking the kiss.

Once you were both bare Ruhn pulled back to admire you. Your lust filled eyes. Your desperate look of wanting him to absolutely ruin you. “You’re so beautiful princess.” You hold his face in your hands whispering, “You’re beautiful too, prince.” You smirk at him.

That spurs him on, his lips attaching to your neck sucking and biting at your skin. Ruhn moves down your body, sucking on each of your nipples. You arch into him with a moan. Moving further down your body his mouth finding and sucking on your clit.

Your legs wrap around your fiancés head and your hands find home in those long, soft blue strands. Ruhn runs his tongue through your folds and starts teasing your soaked entrance. That damn lip ring rubbing against your most sensitive spots.

As Ruhn sucks your clit again two of his thick, rough fingers slide into pussy. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you. His fingers hitting that spot that made you see stars. The feeling of his mouth and fingers felt euphoric. You were so fucked out already you had no idea what words you were saying were coherent or just moans.

“Fuck, yes daddy right there, so good.” For a moment Ruhn paused his motions until you started grinding on his face, crying for him to keep going. Ruhn brought you over the edge and kept moving his fingers as you came down from your high. “That’s it princess, good girl.”

As Ruhn rubbed your thigh you whimpered. You looked at Ruhn and gave him a small smile, “Your mouth will never stop amazing me prince.” He let out a chuckle and climbed back up your body to kiss you. “You know, I think I like the other name you gave me.”

You give him a questioning look as you try to remember what you said lost in pleasure. Your eyes almost popped out of your head as you look up at him. You hadn’t realized you called Ruhn daddy. Gods, you were embarrassed.

“It’s alright princess. Daddy’s going to care of you.” He hooked one of your legs around his waist, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. You let out a small groan still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm. Ruhn pushes all the way in, fully seated inside you.

You wince at his size as you adjust. Your heart fluttered for a moment, thinking of the eternity you’ll spend with this beautiful male. Thinking about having him like this for the rest of your life. It helped you relax in the mattress as you clawed at his back.

“Please daddy. Need you to move.” You whine. “Of course princess, anything you want.” Ruhn started off rocking into you slowly. Then began picking up his pace. Getting rougher just the way you like.

Ruhn groaned as you squeezed your walls around him. Already feeling your next orgasm approaching. “Don’t hold back those pretty noises princess, let me hear how good daddy is making you feel.” You let out a deep moan, dragging your nails all the way up to Ruhn’s neck.

“Daddy I’m so close. Fuck! I wanna cum.” Ruhn let’s out a dark breathy laugh. “Come around my cock princess. Show daddy how much you love his cock.” Your thighs shake at his words. His thrusts becoming sporadic. You can tell he’s close too.

Ruhn gives you one more powerful thrust and you come undone around him, moaning in his ear. He quickly follows, filling you up with his seed.

As you both calm down Ruhn buries his face in your neck. Slowly breathing in your scent. “Fuck princess. That was amazing.” “Yeah. We should do that more often.” Ruhn lifts his head smiling like an idiot. “Well thank gods we have forever.”

#crescent city imagine #crescent city #crescent city x reader #ruhn crescent city #crescent city fanfiction #crescent city smut #crescent city fanfic #crescent city x you #ruhn x you #ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan #prince ruhn #ruhn danaan x you #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan smut #prince ruhn danaan