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sexbot300 · 2 months

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18+, minors dni! (being a slut for nanami bc honestly who isn’t)

authors note: hello! this is my first-ever post, i hope you guys enjoy it! (I literally have no idea how layouts work yet, bear with me)

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sugardaddy!nanami who scolds you whenever you feel as if you’re “doing too much,” with all the lavish gifts he gives you. nothing is too much for his angel.

sugardaddy!nanami that asks which jewelry set you like best. emerald or ruby? ah. how about both?

sugardaddy!nanami who you thought would be a joyless, serious man as people portray him. they’re not lying, he really is serious, to people that aren’t you. you’ll witness a soft side of him that only shows the most gentle of smiles.

sugardaddy!nanami who gladly scoops you up bridal style in his arms, walking while you burry your head into his chest.

sugardaddy!nanami who unpacks the gifts he gets you on the countertop after a business trip. “kento, baby, you shouldn’t have.” you play with the polyester ribbon while he simply leans back on the fridge opening up a beverage. “I couldn’t help but have the prettiest woman in the world waiting for me at home. it would be embarrassing of me to show up empty-handed.”

sugardaddy!nanami who for the first few times that you went out with him, meticulously kept track of the things you called “cute” and noted wherever your eyes wandered for a minute too long. the next morning you woke up with everything you ogled your eyes at decorating your room. attached is a note that read, “please forgive me, sweetheart, I didn’t know which you liked best. p.s. my sincerest apologies again, I let my own thoughts get carried away. be good for me and wear this tonight.” your fingers gingerly held onto the note, until your eyes fell on two things you don’t remember looking at when you went out shopping. a beautiful silk gown and an expensive lingerie set.

sugardaddy!nanami who will gladly kneel to strap your heel, placing a kiss on your ankle, after trailing his hand up and down your shin.

sugardaddy!nanami who sends you a monthly allowance for your hair, nails, skincare, and whatever you desire.

sugardaddy!nanami who thinks indulging in materialistic things is futile, but he wants to see you decorated in every fine piece of fabric, clothing, and accessories.

sugardaddy!nanami who acts as if he’s unbothered by you curling up on his lap while he types away on his work computer. you couldn’t even tell how much he adores every second of this as he idly types away. he loves to have you pushed up on him all the time, the minute you slightly move? a strong hand is placed on your thigh or waist to prevent you from leaving.

sugardaddy!nanami who’s only condition is to continue this dynamic until you’re unhappy or want nothing to do with it. (you literally want to marry this man but okay).

sugardaddy!nanami who has a saturday night ritual with you where you buy the most extravagant of desserts and feed it to each other. oh yeah, you have to be sitting on his lap the entire time while you both feed each other from the same fork.

sugardaddy!nanami who places his nose on the nape of your neck while you’re seated on him as he sharply breathes in your scent. “as much as I enjoy eating sweets with you,” he said in a whisper, “they could never mimic your taste.”

sugardaddy!nanami who started off paying your rent, bills, and utilities which he felt mentally, secretly disgruntled by. not because he’s paying (duh) or he has to take care of you, it’s just the fact you haven’t moved in with him yet.

sugardaddy!nanami who considers you under his care and deems your wellbeing as his responsibility. you’re hurt? point to where. your body is sore? lay back down while he massages you. you’re hungry? food is being sent over and here’s money for grocery shopping. you’re upset? he kneels down in front of you as he attentively listens to your sobs.

sugardaddy!nanami who supports your hobbies. he’ll drop off little things that he knows have to do with your interests and only says, “you like this don’t you?” you name drop pilates, cooking, art, knitting, whatever it is, he signs you up for the nearest classes.

sugardaddy!nanami who actually notices if you did something different with your hair, if you wore a new shade of lip gloss. little things.

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sugardaddy!nanami who places the most tender of kisses onto your forehead like he didn’t wreck your shit a second prior. “such a good girl… i’m so so proud. taking my cock in so well.”

sugardaddy!nanami that plays with your body in subtle ways. hands? his big, veiny fingers are stroking yours gently. thighs? constantly getting gripped. your waist? a strong arm wrapped around it. your cheek? a thumb stroking it. shoulders? relieving tension from it. collarbone? rearranging your necklace so it lays properly. guts? fucked out of place. makeup? smeared all across his luxurious bedsheets. lips? blown out from sucking his monster cock and making out.

sugardaddy!nanami who rents out an entire summer beach house with a glorious view of the ocean. partially because he likes the privacy of you two alone, surrounded by nature, and romantic sunset dinners. also because he wants to watch you ride him while he leans back on a beach chair without disturbing the public. (nobody is allowed to see what’s his).

sugardaddy!nanami who actually pounded you into another dimension, your mind still in a haze while he carries you to the running bath. “stay with me princess, i need to clean you up.”

sugardaddy!nanami who makes sure you finish several times before he does. oh poor baby, you’re out of breath? would you like some water? we’re not finished yet. poor nanami didn’t get to cum once, and you so badly want him to use your body to do so.

sugardaddy!nanami who buys you a personal collection of sex toys to play with when he’s not there. he personally studies the way your body twitches and convulses with certain toys, he needs to know how to please his princess. sometimes he chuckles to himself because he knows deep down, nothing– no one, can please you the way he does.

sugardaddy!nanami who sees you stressed or crying over school and work and quickly replaces those tears with ones of joy.

sugardaddy!nanami who will have you folded like a damn lawn chair and only whisper sweet nothings while drilling into you.

sugardaddy!nanami who has a high sex drive but hides it in the beginning like the gentleman he is, making sure you feel comfortable and safe.

sugardaddy!nanami who gives you the car you’ve been wanting forever. you ride the car for a bit with him ecstatic, kissing him over and over, giggling. you both quickly found a new way to celebrate. you’re pinned down over the glove compartment, one large hand gripping both of yours as they’re pinned to your back, and the sounds of skin slapping with your loud moans mix in the air. “ke-n-toooo~ I-I don’t want to ge- uh! It m-messy in h-ere…” “don’t worry darling, I-” a low grunt comes out, “i always cum inside dont I?” he quickens up the pace only to have you screaming like a whore. “t-that’s it. just take it. It feels good, I know,” he mercilessly pounds into you, kissing your temple, “just come undone on me, that’s it. make me proud.”

sugardaddy!nanami who texts you to quickly come to the office and sends you a cab for an urgent “visit.” why? he’s stressed and his favorite method to cool down is your throat expanding around his girthy dick. he'll grip the strands of your hair while cooing at you, "i know angel, i know. but you look so beautiful right now, don't stop."

sugardaddy!nanami who groans from the stressors of his job, turning his attention to you while he pushes himself back on his chair. he looks down on his bulge before sighing and tugging his tie down left and right. “go ahead. come suck me off, i need it and I know you want it too.”

sugardaddy!nanami who does the whole pillow underneath, hand pressed on lower abdomen, with a vibrator wand abusing your clit.

sugardaddy!nanami who has a diet that consists of devouring your pussy on a regular basis. “b-babe… i- ah! s-slow down,” as you elicit a loud dirty moan that fills the room, “pleaaaase.” if only you knew he takes more pleasure out of this than you and you’re the one gripping his hair to the point of leaving his scalp red. he further pushes his nose into you, mumbling, “beg all you want, I’m not done.”

sugardaddy!nanami who is a gentleman, really. who will kill anything within 5 meters if it remotely threatens you. but he can’t help but admire the way your little cunt can’t fully take it the first few times together.

sugardaddy!nanami who never thought much of daddy kinks, but when he hears “daddy” slip out of your precious mouth, his heels dig deeper into the mattress, his massive body weight shifts crushing you, angling his dick in an almost sinful way while pressing you deeper into a mating press. “say it again.”

sugardaddy!nanami who watches you squirm with a vibrator jammed to your clit and his tongue lapping up and down your cunt like any separation from his tongue and your pussy will cause his death. “k-kento s-stop this feeli- ah! I th- oh god! I think I need to pee!” he can’t help but chuckle in his head. his baby never squirted before until now.

sugardaddy!nanami who secretly wants to get you knocked up. man loves fucking his cum into you. he has such a big breeding kink that you catch on.

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fortheb0ys · 5 months

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FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI!!! PISSES ME OFF HOW MANY OF YOU I SEE INTERACT WITH THIS POST

Just imaging taking Ghost's virginity. He's a busy man and never had the chance or the interest in sex. When he met you that all changed. He wants you to fuck him on any and every surface possible. It'd take him a while to build up the courage to ask you out so he'd have to rely on his wet dreams of you. That his fingers were yours opening up his ass or your tight grip around his weaping cock. Is terribly nervous to tell you that he's a virgin but you were so sweet, reassuring him that you could wait till he was ready. And he was ready. He needed it. Needed you.

Ghost is so taken back, in a good way, how different you actually were compared to how he imagined you. Your fingers were thicker and less calloused compared to his. You were way more experienced than he ever was, knowing where to touch and how. The way you fingered his prostate sent him to the stars. Hard and precise, each touch made him breathless.

You'd play with his nipples, something he's never tried but can never get enough of. Your tongue on his nipples as one hand fingered him open and the other gave feather touches on his red, swollen cock.

Once it came to your cock inside him, Ghost was shocked how big it felt. He saw how big you were. Not as big as the men in the porn he'd seen but not little either. As you guided it in, Ghost felt an aching fullness about three quarters in. It was a good aching, something he could feel all day. A feeling of satisfaction.

Each of your thrusts were nailing his prostate, feeling way better than he could ever imagine. Your hand jerking his cock in the same rythm. He hated himself for depriving himself of such pleasures but was grateful you were his first. When Ghost came, he laid there breathless. For a moment you thought you had hurt him. That you over stepped his boundaries or didn't hear him telling you to stop. When he started sobbing you really thought you had hurt him. You frantically tried to get answers from him while apologizes profusely. Only when he, in between sobs, told you that you were okay. That he was okay.

Ghost was overwhelmed how loved him could feel by a person. That not one soul on the entire planet showed him how good it felt to be so loved and treated so sweetly. He admitted his fear that you would fuck and leave or he'd run off ashamed for showing you his 'weak' side. You assured him that not something you will ever do and that he was the strongest person you know. He would look in your eyes and see nothing but adoration not a greedy lust he feared. Which, in turn, made him cry again. Aftercare is such a big part of your sex life. Ghost enjoys it just as much as the sex.

#call of duty mwii #call of duty x male reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty mw2 x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #dom reader #top reader #sub character

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holybibly · 3 months

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♡ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡♡

Genre: smut, cam boy!Au

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: StrawberryBoy_Hwa sent you a private message:

Congratulations you Shy_Kitty21 you have won a private video call with me.

Or where the universe crashes and you masturbate under the careful guidance of an adoring cam model Park Seonghwa.

WARNING: Cam Boy!Seonghwa masturbation, nipple play, nipple piercing, fingering, pet names, spit kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, cum eating, overstimulation and more.

A/N: I can't help it, Seonghwa drives me crazy and I like it.

It's something between a prompt for a full-length work and a one-shot, but I'm not quite sure to be honest. It's all very rambling, sorry if it's not quite what you're used to seeing from me.

I could make a complete work out of this in 2-3 parts if you want. Let me know in the comments if that's something you'd be interested in reading.

Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated, so if you think that your love and attention to my work will go by the wayside, you're wrong, I follow the blog very closely and I see all of your marks and comments.

Updates on my work will be a separate post. As always, private messages and questions are open. Feel free to write me about anything.

Have fun, bunnies. Love you all!

"Touch yourself, kitten; I want to see how you caress yourself." The voice is deep and velvety, rough around the edges, and it makes you want to obey without hesitating. A mixture of anticipation and embarrassment takes hold of your entire body and flows through your veins with frothing excitement. Your hand runs over your naked breasts. The nipples are pink and swollen.

It's never in your wildest dreams that you'd be so openly naked in front of a complete stranger. On any other day, you'd burn with shame just thinking about it. But the sight of his hard-dripping cock in front of you makes you more confident and seductive in the show you put on for him. As the pad of your thumb brushes over the hard bud, a soft moan of pleasure escapes your bitten lips.

To be honest, you couldn't call Seonghwa a complete stranger. He's a well-known сam boу, StrawberryBoy_Hwa, with hundreds of thousands of followers on Instagram and Twitter, not to mention the huge number of followers on his live streams. You've been watching him for months now, but you've always stayed in the shadows—too shy to leave a comment or make a dirty request. In that time, you've had the pleasure of seeing him in the most intimate, erotic images and suggestive poses, extolling the beauty of his slender, elegant body. But this was on a whole other level.

As his hand glides lazily over his thick, beautiful dick, you find yourself sobbing softly, unable to look away. You couldn't help but dream of replacing his hand with your own—much smaller—feeling that hot velvety length resting in your palm, making your hand look so tiny. In the soft pink and purple light of the room, his golden caramel skin shimmers faintly. Glittering powder mixes with sweat to make his body glow and shimmer sinfully. He looks so ethereal. So unholy. Almost pornographic. The piercings on his nipples flickered as his back arched, the sugar-brown flesh invitingly firm to caress.

You're sure you'd praise his entire body with your tongue and lips and leave him covered in strawberry-pink love bites if you had the chance to be near him right now.

Seonghwa seems to read your thoughts; his plump, glossy lips open in a low moan, and he reaches up to tug lightly at his nipple. It sends a slight shiver through his entire body, his hips rolling gently as he lets out a deep moan of pleasure.

Your hand finds your wet folds and slowly runs your fingers between them at that pornographic sound. The level of excitement should be disconcerting, but Seonghwa is smiling lewdly at you, licking his fuckable mouth in a languorous manner, and staring without interruption at the image in front of him on the large computer monitor.

How did you get so lucky? Did a cosmic glitch magically allow you to win a private video call with your favourite cam boy? It's all a little bit hard to believe. This must be some kind of incredibly realistic dream, but Seonghwa's hoarse moaning is evidence to the contrary.

When he speaks with you again, his voice is all purr and silky, and it sends a shockwave of excitement through your body. But something about the fact that only you can hear him now makes the situation that much more intimate and even a little forbidden. You have him all to yourself, even if it's just for a short video call.

"Show me, kitty, touch that sweet little cunt. Do it for me, my angel. I beg you…"His eyes are so big and pleading, the twinkle of a thousand stars is shining in them.

He'll destroy you.

The whimper that comes out of you is almost pathetic. You turn away shamefacedly, biting your trembling lower lip to avoid the vicious, burning gaze, though your fingers obediently pull the sticky folds apart, revealing the tight, wet hole.

"Oh yeah~ That's my kitty. Just as I imagined, all sweet and pink. All made for me." He praises you, tugging on his nipples gently, causing his hips to twitch weakly. Slowly sliding your fingers over your wet pussy, you continue to pleasure yourself. "Keep touching yourself, kitten. Keep touching yourself. Give me pleasure. I bet you're tight as hell; damn it, the thought of it makes me want to drool."

You don't think for a second that you should disobey him as you gently plunge a finger into your pussy, coating it with your own excitement before pulling it out and tracing a small circle around your sensitive clit. You tremble. You're so hot and ready for him. Seonghwa is watching you so intently that it's almost embarrassing, but your desire for his pleasure is a thousand times greater than any embarrassment or modesty.

His cock twitches, clear liquid oozing from the swollen pink head, which glistens faintly in the dim light, and his hips arch in a faint wave-like motion.

He's fucking beautiful. So much so that it's almost silly, but you can see why the rest of the world is so crazy about him.

His fingertips circle around the wet cockhead, catching the liquid and bringing his fingers to his lips, but instead of licking it off like you thought he was going to, he smears it all over his gorgeous, puffy lips.

"Mmm, it's sweet…" His whole body was glistening with powder, sweat dripping down the smooth reliefs of his heaving chest and contoured abs. The thick girth of his cock presses perfectly against his flat stomach.

"I want you to have a lick of my cock, kitten. I want you to taste me until I cum in your mouth. Would you like this, the feel of my big cock on your tongue?"

He is fucking you out of your mind without even trying, and you are falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of temptation and desire. Without a second thought, you'd do anything he asked.

Your eyes follow Seonghwa's every move, and the golden muscles of his body are trembling as you knead your tits with your free hand. The sight of them on your screen makes Seonghwa moan with longing, the soft, plump flesh barely fitting in the palm of your hand.

"I want to suck them off, they look so delicious to me. Damn! God, would you let me fuck them, please? Those are the most amazing tits I have ever seen. I want to cum on them. Oh fuck, my sperm would look so good on those fucking puffy tits of yours".

But before you can do any more than that, he flicks his tongue across the roof of his mouth and gives you a new command.

"Put those tiny fingers up that pretty cunt. I want to see you fuck yourself nice and slow for me." You do as he says and insert two fingers into your quivering hole. The silky, fluttering walls of your vagina clench tightly around your fingers, building a pleasurable pressure between your legs. As you open yourself to Seonghwa, your pleasure echoes in the wet sound throbbing on your palm. "Mmm, that's right. What a sweet little kitten you are to open yourself up in front of me like this. Spread your legs even wider; I want to see more of that pussy of yours."

"S-Seonghwa..." You stutter out his name and spread your thighs even more wide. Seonghwa, as if instinctively excited by the sight of your fingers going in and out of your squirming cunt, leans closer to the camera.

"You look so delicious, my kitten. Such a delicacy. I bet your hot walls will be so tight around my thick cock; your cunt will milk my cum like the real slut you are, right, kitty?

"Yes, yes, Hwa. I'm such a slut for you."

"Go deeper." He orders you. Your lips quiver as you awkwardly push your hips forward, plunging your fingers in at a new angle in an attempt to penetrate deeper, like he asked. You're having such a hard time; your fingers aren't long and thick enough to hit the right spots, but Seonghwa is even more aroused.

"Oh, my poor kitty, your short fingers won't be enough, will they?"

"N-no, it's so empty." You give a whimper before you sink your teeth into your lower lip. You are practically on the verge of tears.

"Do you imagine that my fingers are fucking you right now?" He brings them up to his mouth, licking them slick and wet, drooling, and letting them run down the length of his phalanges and onto the palm of his hand. "I bet I could fill that tight cunt of yours with just one of them."

"P-please, Seonghwa…" You're begging him, and at this point, you're not even sure what you're asking him to do. Seonghwa's wet fingers start gliding over his beautiful cock again, gathering viscous droplets of pre-sperm and bringing them to his lips, this time dipping into his hot mouth.

The action is driving you mad.

Plump lips, glistening with saliva and lip gloss, close in a tight ring around the long phalanges, dipping deep almost to the base. He moans, his eyes rolling and his body shaking as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, strawberry glitter tinting them a light shade of red.

Your mouth opens even though you don't want it to, your tongue flicks out, and your eyes drop to the bridge of your nose, giving your face a cute, lewd hentai anime grimace. Without even touching you, he fucks you completely. You could swear you can taste the sweet taste of his cum on the tip of your tongue.

You'd give anything to be under him or on top of him right now. Maybe even between those plush thighs, warming his beautiful cock in your mouth like an obedient kitten.

Unfortunately, that's a completely pipe dream.

"Will you cum for me, kitty?" He tilts his head with a sweet, sugary expression, but you hear the more than palpable command in his voice.

You nod thoughtlessly in hurried, repetitive motions, your hair bouncing in time.

Songhwa's plump, moist mouth opens in a melodious, prolonged moan. He gasps, his Adam's apple bulging from under the wide diamond necklace. His head is thrown back, a mop of silky pink hair shining like a halo around his angelic face. A graceful hand hastily caresses the hard length with a wet squelching sound, and you could swear the moans coming from his lips are the hottest you've ever heard. The whole spectacle, so fuckable and mesmerising at the same time, is hard for your brain to comprehend.

You start to moan along with him, trying to let Seonghwa know how he's affecting you.

It makes his gorgeous hips roll over again, his cock twitching weakly in the grip of his hand as the sound of yours reaches his ears.

"Seonghwa…I…I'm coming." You whimper as you stroke your hypersensitive clit with your thumb. Trying to match the rhythm of his hurried movements on his cock, your fingers sink deeper into your needy pussy.

"Sperm, kitten, do it for me. Make me proud of you. Squirt on those pretty fingers, and imagine my face instead, hell, I wish you'd smother me with that sweet cunt, right now".

His words are the driving force behind your mind-blowing orgasm. It's the best you've ever given yourself, supported by a hoarse, deep moan and Seonghwa's writhing body.

He cums with you. Pearly streams of semen squirt from his cockhead, staining his glistening naked chest and dripping down his abs. Without a moment's hesitation, Seonghwa's fingers scoop up his own cum and place it in his mouth. He slowly caresses his long fingers with his long tongue until every last drop of cum has disappeared in his mouth.

The result is a new wave of heat in your body, and your hole is shrinking on nothing.

"Taste it." He orders greedily as he watches you bring your hand up to your mouth. But if you're going to eat your own cum like that, you're going to have to put on a hell of a show for Songhwa in return for all the shows he's putting on for you. Your tongue slides slowly over each of your fingers, taking extra time to let the wet muscle run through each of the cracks between your fingers. Songhwa is watching you through thick lashes; he has the eyes of a bedroom, a gaze so full of lust that the iris is almost pure black.

"So delicious." You say it with a certain seductive note, pulling the last finger out of your mouth with a wet, lascivious pop.

"Damn, that was... you're a fucking hot kitten; I want to fuck you so bad." Seonghwa practically whimpers and sucks on the plush lip of his lower lip as if that's how he can taste you.

"I guess that's it, huh?" You ask. It's hard to hide the disappointment in your tone. But a deal is a deal, and that's all that comes with the winning video call. "I... I think I'll see you at the next stream, Hwa."

"Don't miss me, kitten." That's the last you hear before the screen fades and you're back in your bedroom reality.

Just like that, everything goes back to normal, and life goes back to normal. You'll be your normal self, and Seonghwa will be a popular cam boy with a small army of fans who are madly in love with him.

It will take a few minutes for you to come to your senses, and you will hardly notice the little text chat pop-up that appears on the page.

StrawberryBoy_Hwa has just sent you a private message.

"I want to hear you moan my name once again. Call me, Y/N. I'll be waiting for you. Seonghwa." And what followed was a series of numbers with a little glowing heart emoji on them.

It seems that the universe is still broken. You've got the personal number of everyone's favourite Park Seonghwa, the porn industry's most sought-after strawberry boy.

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k9wa · 2 years

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༉ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐂’𝐒.

featuring mitsuya takashi, ryuguji ken, sano manjiro, hanemiya kazutora, matsuno chifuyu.

SYNOPSIS ︴ random headcanons i have for tokyo rev boys as boyfriends ◛ CONTENT ︴ gn reader (no referring pronouns,) bonten timeline.

T. MITSUYA

☆ always makes sure that you two have proper meals where you sit and eat together, since he can get tied up with work and other junk and can’t be around as much as he’d like to.

☆ adores it when you cook for him. he literally could Melt.

☆ very casually touchy when you guys are alone, like grabbing your shoulders when he walks past you or standing behind you and rubbing your back if you’re doing something at the counter or table.

☆ mitsuya is a hugger. he hugs you. all the time. in his sleep, on the couch while you’re watching a show together, in the shower, he’s a hugger.

☆ noises of confirmation when you tell stories or talk to him. (humming/nodding.) he doesn’t want to interrupt you, but wants to make sure you know he’s listening.

☆ takes candid photos of you all the time.

☆ HE BUYS YOU FLOWERS!! you always have a vase of fresh flowers on your countertop.

☆ he calls you pretty a lot. he thinks you are so pretty and makes it known.

“you look so pretty right now.”

“i’ve been awake for 30 seconds. i still have sleep in my eyes.”

“you look pretty.”

☆ sometimes when mitsuya is tired he’ll just rest his head on your shoulder and mumble or groan.

☆ he is a human heater. he is so warm to sleep beside. half the time you just ditch the blanket entirely and hug him. of course he doesn’t mind one bit.

☆ he’s like a grandma sometimes.

“do you need me to sew that for you?”

“theres a hole in your sweater, let me fix it.”

“want me to patch that for you?”

☆ mitsuya pick me. pick me pick me pick m

K. RYUGUJI

☆ teases you all the time and cracks tons of jokes. you two make so much fun of each other.

☆ always calls you on his breaks at work to ask about your day, he just likes to listen to you talk.

☆ like mitsuya he’s also very casually touchy, but not just in the confines of your own home. he likes to put an arm on your head when you stand next to him or pat and hold onto your thigh when you’re sitting together.

☆ get’s you to help him do his hair in the mornings when he’s way to tired to.

☆ speaking of mornings, if you live together, draken 90% of the time relies on you to get him up in the mornings.

he gets used to you sweetly waking him up, which eventually turns into him sleeping through his alarms and you drumming on his chest to get him to wake up and turn them off.

☆ sleeps like a rock, and is about as heavy as one too.

☆ god forbid you have somewhere to be on his days off. he is not waking up unless the world sets on fire.

“ken, wake up i gotta start getting ready.”

“….ken.”

“wake up holy shit you are literally crushing me.”

☆ he’s just shnooorrreee mimimi

☆ normally makes breakfast for himself when he wakes up before work, and always leaves you a portion of what he made in the fridge.

☆ love love loves taking you for rides on his bike. literally his favourite thing to do with you.

☆ not much of a date person? he’d much rather order food and hangout with you at home where you can both relax.

☆ i like to think you guys would try to invite everyone over every so often, and it brings draken a lot of warmth to see how well you get along with his found family around a table of food and far too many drinks.

☆ (also loves to watch you bicker with mikey.)

☆ draken is someone who most definitely treasures a somewhat domestic lifestyle with you. just waking up next to someone, eating dinner with them, and leaving leftovers for the other are things he never really got to witness outside of media growing up.

☆ (you are his first real home :sob:)

M. SANO

☆ this is in my own little world where mikey got to be happy post-tenjiku like everyone else ok.

☆ a relationship with mikey would not be something that happens quickly at all. it takes a lot for him to be open and vulnerable with another person in a way he generally never has been with anyone else.

☆ so when you two start going out, you’re already beyond comfortable with each other, and have an immense amount of trust.

☆ he’s not a sappy person whatsoever, so he shows his affection by teasing you or just random acts of kindness / gift giving.

“by the way i fixed that problem with the spark plug on your bike you mentioned.”

“oh, i went back and got you that sweater i saw you eyeing at the mall the other day.”

☆ mikey and you don’t go out to big restaurants or anywhere crowded. but he does take you out a lot.

☆ you two will race down the streets of shibuya to go to your favourite cafe, or hangout at your favourite park long after dark so you’re alone.

☆ (mikey will break every road rule for a parfait.)

☆ alternatively, you two go out to eat with his friends a lot. hot pot, barbecue, bar hopping, anything. normally its you, mikey, draken, takemichi and occasionally emma and hina.

☆ you two do however also do your fair share of staying at home.

☆ mikey really treasures his alone time with you, because thats his prime time to relax and let down his walls.

☆ he loves to lay with you and tell stories about his time with shinichiro as a kid.

☆ mikey always insists you guys should watch a movie and order in on lazy nights.

he then proceeds to eat his share of food (and a good bit of yours) in 5 minutes and falls asleep on top of you 20 minutes into the movie. his ass his not waking up, get comfy.

☆ mornings with mikey are a coin flip. he’s either grumpy and refuses to get out of bed or just sleepy. normally the grumpy can be subsided with a few extra minutes in bed of messing with his hair.

☆ overall, your relationship with mikey is a very special one and he is trying his very best. you’re helping him to heal.

K. HANEMIYA

☆ literally my scrungly.

☆ he is the sweetest bf i do not CAREEE my ass is not listening he’s amazing.

☆ like draken, he calls you on all of his breaks, sometimes will convince u to come down to the pet shop and see him.

“but theres the cutest kitten here you have to come meet him!”

so you go down.

“where’s the kitten?”

“aww you just missed him, he got adopted in the 10 minutes it took you to get here. lets hangout since you’re here anyway!”

☆ you’ve really gotta stop falling for it.

☆ he sweet talks you into eventually adopting a kitten with him. that cat is so spoiled.

☆ being in a relationship with kazutora is just…comfy. you guys are just used to eachother.

☆ you two make breakfast together on the mornings when you have time, and go back and forth on who gets to decide what you eat.

(kazutora just lets you decide most of the time.)

☆ kazutora’s rather clingy with you. sometimes he gets a little insecure about it, but a little reassurance and he’ll be just fine.

☆ always puts your legs on his lap when you sit on the couch together or kisses your cheek when your pass him. he loves to play with your hair, fingers, hoodie strings, he just likes to be touching you.

☆ he’s not the same way in public, pda isn’t really his thing, but he is aaaaalways holding your hand. his friends have most definitely poked fun at him for it.

☆ sometimes kazutora struggles when it comes to being a good partner, since he never exactly had a great example growing up. but he really does try his best, and wants to make things work with you as best as he can.

☆ id say he is doing a fantastic job personally! he’s always very careful with you.

☆ hugs you in your sleep, don’t you dare wake him up he’s comfy.

☆ takes notes of things like candles and drinks and snacks that you like so he can make sure you’ve always got them at home.

☆ lots of midnight gas station snack runs, and hanging out in the car in some empty parking lot.

☆ im starting to see a reoccurring theme here, but you guys stay home instead of going out most nights. he enjoys having you to himself, in the comfort of your little home together.

☆ you make dinner together, with some shitty soap opera you both make fun of playing in the background, bickering at each other throughout the process.

“no, tora, the heats too high it’s gonna burn.”

“im watching it babe its not gonna burn.”

“i don’t wanna have to remake it if it burns just turn—“

“i’m not gonna burn it im right here.”

“but—“

☆ you are very happy and gross and domestic together.

C. MATSUNO

☆ i think chifuyu would be your boyfriend and your bestie.

☆ you like to hangout, and chifuyu gossips. idc. that boy likes to dish. he tells u about all the wack job customers he gets.

“so this chick starts FREAKING the hell out when we tell her no, we can’t refund the cat food you bought and already used.”

“mhm.”

“kazutora is trying not to pop a vein, she’s banging on the counter, i have no fuckin’ idea whats even going on—“

☆ it’s the average dinner conversation in your house.

☆ chifuyu will get stuck working late a lot, when he comes home he just absolutely crashes onto you.

☆ except u have to go to bed with him for him to actually fall asleep. soz if you had something you had to do, chifuyu said its bed time.

☆ looking at chifuyu matured and living a normal lifestyle, sometimes you wonder how he used to be in such a huge gang.

☆ he is the biggest baby.

☆ you two have your own little schedule and routines. chifuyu makes breakfast, you make dinner, you do laundry, he does dishes, etc.

☆ he likes to take you out on your days off. local restaurants mainly. sometimes you just get drive through food and go on drives around the city while chifuyu steals your french fries.

☆ he’s clingy but not in the same way kazutora is.

☆ he’ll text you lots throughout the day, will poke at you to tease you, ruffle your hair, stuff like that.

☆ you guys have a pet together, and you let chifuyu pick the name of the stray black cat you adopted.

☆ he named him kei. (bawls my fucking eyes out.)

☆ i do not doubt chifuyu takes up all of the space in your shared bed. he falls asleep holding you on his side and wakes up horizontal, with you somehow still on the bed underneath him.

☆ you sleep in his clothes a lot and every single time he’ll say some stupid shit like “nice shirt, where’d you get it?

☆ i feel like chifuyu would associate songs with you. sometimes he’ll play a song in the car and say :

“this song makes me think of you.”

☆ kickin my feet a lil….

☆ life with chifuyu is a very good one, where you both relish in each other’s company and really are best friends.

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mazeruffleposts · 3 months

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Hashira's React Pt.1

Decided to make a series known as "Hashira's React" for different situations. It's more for the giggle factor than much else. I will not be including Muichiro for this one specifically cause he is CHILD. And I will also leave out our lovable big bear Gyomei cause I'm not entirely sure how to write for him yet. Will make another post later just for him! Other than that feel free to send prompts for this, I'd love to work out your ideas regardless if they are dorky, simple, or in this case Slightly NSFW.

Sidenote, the art used here does not belong to me, If I can find the artist I will add it just below.

Content Warning: Mentions of Nudity

Word Count: 1.8 K

Proofread? No.

Hashira's react! to walking in on Love interest!Reader in the middle of changing! They caught you changing back into your uniform after getting a wound checked at one of the Wisteria Houses. They are all goofballs and I love them~

TENGEN (+ Hina, Makio, Suma)

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The Uzui's had met you after a rather long mission and almost immediately fell for you. Since then Tengen has been pulling some strings so that the lot of you could go on missions together.

Had heard from one of his mice that the reason you were late for the mission meet-up was because you had been hurt fairly bad in your last one. They all decide it's a great time to swoop in and try to woo you a bit. Ya know, show they genuinely care! (And shower you with some gifts while they were at it. I fully believe the Uzui's not only spoil each other but also any other love interests!)

Suma, being the worry wart she is, came crashing into the room not even bothering to knock. Makio came next chewing her out for being rude. Lastly, Tengen and Hina followed with the gifts. (Flowers and some bento's. Food in any medical setting tends to be bland and that's not very flamboyant.)

Suma cried out as Makio tried to pull her back to her. "Did you forget basic manners?" "Makio, please she was just worried about them!" Hina's voice rand out as she walked into the room, none of them having noticed what they walked into yet. "That doesn't excuse her from busting in!" Tengen follows in quickly, eyes closed with a wide smile as he holds up the ridiculously large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Pardon the intrusion, we heard you were-" Hina gasps, finally catching sight of you panicked and red-faced as you try to cover your bits. "O-OH!" Everyone quickly looks over to Hina, then to you. Suma squeals as Makio damn near picks her up to get her out of the room as Tengen and Hina quickly turn on their heels and dart out as well. A string of apologies is left in their wake as they slide the doors closed.

They are all blushing madly cause they on one hand felt bad about busting down the door, but on the other hand, got to confirm you are one hot SOB.

They wait until you are fully dressed before they even attempt to make contact. Starting off with apologies and Suma clinging to you saying she was sorry.

Suma may or may not have also let it slip she thought you were hot.

KYOJURO

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He had heard from a passing friend(everyone is this mans friend, let's be honest) that you were hurt. Right then and there he decided he was going to come bring you flowers to liven up the room while you were in recovery.

Since he really likes you, he took some advice from Uzui and got you a ridiculously large bouquet. Maybe a little over the top, but it's too late to turn around and get a different one. In his slightly overthinking state, he forgot to knock before opening the door.

He fumbles with the rather large bouquet of flowers in his hands as he paces outside your room's door, fretting for a bit if all of that is truly necessary. Tengen had told him to absolutely shower you in, his words, 'Flamboyant' gifts. And he trusts his friend's advice, especially since he had three wives who absolutely adored him. Taking a breath to steel himself, he grinned that bright smile of his and swung open the door without a second thought. "My dear friend, I have brought yo- O-oh... Oh my-" Out of sheer surprise, he dropped the flowers and covered his face. "M-MY GOODNESS! FORGIVE ME I SHOULD HAVE KNOCKED! I'LL LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!"

This man proceeds to turn around, still covering his face and run into the wall a couple of times before lamenting and flailing out his hand to find the door. It would have been endearing and a little funny if you weren't mortified that he had seen your bits.

Does not uncover his eyes till he eventually makes it out of the building, bumping into every wall on his way out and a few people.

SANEMI

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Had been keeping tabs on you since he realized he had feelings. The one time he's not out on patrol his crow Sorai comes to tell him that you were hurt pretty bad in a fight with a demon.

Now his mind is racing with all the ways you could have been hurt. And he wasn't there to do anything about it?

Panic.

Doesn't even ask anyone where you are, just starts opening doors and slamming them back shut until he finds your room.

Recognized you immediately and was about to start berating you until you yelled at him to get out. Why? You're naked.

It didn't even click till your hands shot up to cover yourself. Now he's standing in the doorway frozen. His mouth is opening and closing while he fumbles over words to try and say something about the situation.

"Oh- I... I, uhh..." Sanemi's brain is having a hard time trying to come up with a reply. Out of sheer will, he backs out of the room sliding the door closed uncharacteristically slow behind him. He blinks a few times, then runs his hand down his face. He needs to go find a cave to crawl in and wilt away. There's no way he can recover from this, right?

He's not even three steps down the hallway before a loud thump can be heard. When you, fully dressed now, and the kakushi look to investigate the sound, Sanemi is face first on the floor completely out cold.

And now on top of the headache he has, his nose is bleeding.

OBANAI

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Similar to Sanemi, he'd been keeping tabs on your wellness and whereabouts since the moment he realized he had feelings for you. He knew you were hurt before you even had the chance to send him a crow.

Almost feel bad for the demon he was in the middle of chasing down when he heard, he made quick work of it though. Now he can focus entirely on getting to you.

Had enough sense to not bust down the door, but was too worried to wait for a reply when he knocked and walked in. Was greeted with the sight of your semi-bare ass as you were trying to pull up your pants.

Thank the gods that he has a mask so you can't see how red his face got. He doesn't even mutter any words before he slams the door and practically rushes out of the building to crawl into a hole.

MITSURI

Had heard you were hurt and wanted to come check up on you. She didn't even let her crow finish speaking before she bolted for your location. It took her a moment, but as soon as she arrived at the safe house she asked all the kakushi which room you were staying in until one of them told her.

Normally she would knock on the door for a little forewarning that she was there, calling out your name in her normal sing song-y voice, but this time she made the grave error of nearly busting down the door.

Now she's standing there panting, frozen in place as she looks at you. It takes a few moments for her mind to catch up on what she just did.

Mortified she slams the door closed and starts blabbering out apologies faster than you can comprehend that she had even seen you naked.

"-I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN TO BUST IN LIKE THAT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS JUST SO WORRIED WHEN I HEARD YOU WERE HURT-"

The staff on the other end of the hall from her are gawking wondering how someone could turn that red and not pass out.

Probably one of the few times you've heard her get close to actually cursing, cause let's be honest this cinnamon roll can't curse even if she tries.

She kept that up until you finally opened the door to let her know she was alright. You're not even sure she saw anything with how quickly she burst in and left. Maybe a single butt cheek, but that was it.

SHINOBU

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Had come back to the Butterfly mansion to a nightmare. Damn near every room and bed was filled with injured slayers, her poor staff plus the extra help that was called in rushing around trying to tend to everyone.

She was working on autopilot by the time she got to your room. Hadn't even noticed that the sign on the outside of the private room had been labeled as "Tended" when she walked in.

Knocked on the door and promptly entered without waiting for a reply, only looking up from her patient list in time to utter your name.

She freezes, uttering a small "Ah." She immediately sees you're already bandaged up

"I see you've already been seen. My apologies, I'll leave you be to finish getting dressed."

Tries to play it off as if that blush on her cheeks wasn't from seeing you naked. Promptly takes her leave, closing the door and checking for how she missed that mark on the door. Not entirely upset that she saw you, but wishes it was under better circumstances.

GIYUU

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Came in to get some rest after a particularly rough night slaying. Had been running himself into the dirt chasing after that one demon and was exhausted. He misheard that he was supposed to take the second room on the left, not the first.

Our Boy doesn't know what the hell to do. His brain turned off entirely when he took note of your naked form.

His face and neck are so red, he can't help but look cause holy shit you are so pretty... And bare... And he's been staring at you, hasn't he?

He has been, for a few minutes. Your startled squeal didn't do anything but make him look at you and now he's stuck buffering. There's got to be a way to get his attention to snap back to reality, right?

Throwing something while trying to cover your bits at the same time is hard, but it works. So much for Hashira's danger sense cause that pillow hit him smack dab in the face.

Smack! Giyuu's reaction to the pillow hitting his face was a bit slow. Instead of smacking it away, his hand only managed to grab it when it collided with his face. And now he's holding it there while that buffer wheel in his head finally loads. He was staring at you, while you were naked. He ignored your cries to leave the room and that was so bad of him to do. Now that his limbs are finally following orders again, he takes a step back to close the door and give you some proper privacy. Profusely muttering a muffled apology as he leaves.

Runs into you again in the morning and can't make eye contact. His face and neck are red again.

#hashira #tengen uzui #sanemi shinazugawa #rengoku kyojuro #obanai iguro #tomioka giyuu #mitsuri kanroji #shinobu kocho #demon slayer #kny #tengen x reader #sanemi x reader #kyojuro x reader #obanai x reader #giyuu x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader

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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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Language of Love

Synopsis: No linguistic expression could describe his love for you, how does he show affection? ♡

Characters: Genshin Impact Men x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: None, just fluff. (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ [ i am trying to post shorter updates as i’m busy, i hope it’s alright? My posts aren’t getting as much attention anymore *sobs*]

Words of Affirmation

If there was one way that your lover thought would express his feelings the best was with cryptic metaphors he left you to decipher. Whether it was in poems, haikus or scriptures— he’d always find the time to communicate with you. Feeling unmotivated recently? Never fear, your husband welcomes you into his open arms whilst he sings you praises and monologues declaring how you were enough, no matter your mental state. He liked your outfit and hair today? Prepared to be showered with compliments and comparisons to the most priceless jewels.

“I adore you, my love. Your voice, your smile, your personality. Everything. Now how does going out for a meal later sound? Or would you rather stay in my solitary company?”

Zhongli, Kazuha, Venti

Gift Giving

Whether it’s expensive or priceless—it wasn’t rare at all to find all sorts of items infront of you. Did you openly state how much you liked that jade ring the other day? Well, expect to see the every same one on your finger when you wake up in the morning. Even if he finds a flower on his way back from work, he’ll collect a bouquet and a vase to decorate your home with. To him, it’s the most ideal way to express his adoration for you when he struggles to do so directly. Your boyfriend is always open to pampering you and making your life as exquisite as possible. After all, what’s a man to do other than spoil his wife?

“I saw this necklace yesterday and i couldn’t help but buy it for you. Hah, please do not worry about my spending dear. It’s all under control.”

Childe, Ayato, Pantalone, Dottore, Diluc

Acts Of Service

Expressing love does not come naturally nor easily to your boyfriend, so he resorts to actions rather than words. If he sees you struggling with an essay for instance, he’ll research the topic and make some notes for you instead. He adores seeing your eyes light up with his help, you may be able to catch the faintest wisp of a smile on his face. Of course, you reciprocate his efforts with a light kiss, one that drives him further into that love spell you have casted upon him. Your reliable lover tends to think extensively about anything he could do to ease your predicament, he just hates that distressed glance over your pretty face. So if you ever need help, don’t be afraid to ask him for a helping hand.

“I’ve noticed you’re fond of this dish, so i made it for you, i hope it’s the way you like it? Hm? How long did it take me? That doesn’t matter.”

Xiao, Dainsleif, Thoma, Al Haitham, Albedo.

Quality Time

Simply laying your head against your shoulder whilst he reads to you— your fingers in his hair, massaging his neck or giggling when he recounts a recent incident is enough to have him thinking about you for the entire day, to leave him longing to be in your company again. He buzzes with concealed excitement to get home and leisurely talk to you about how your day went over your favourite drinks or snacks. He values the time you put into your relationship above all and he’d do anything to spend another minute with you even if it meant neglecting his other duties.

“I’m going to be late for work? No issue, that comes last compared to you. For now, just enjoy the calm before the storm of a day ahead.”

Kaveh, Baizhu, Cyno, Tighnari, Wanderer.

Physical Touch

A prompt cuddle before he heads off or a passionate kiss, even the brief touch of your hand on his cheek confirms his love for you and vice versa. He’s always there to leave marks of affection on your body, it’s the easiest way to remind you of how much you mean to him and the most exclusive. He doesn’t have to fear or calculate how suited a gift or his words are to your taste, for his contact proves it. It’s his way of making your mind rotate around him, and it most certainly works. It’s something only he will ever have the luxury of experiencing with you, which is exactly what makes it special.

“What was that, love? I’m hugging you too tight? Nonsense, there’s no such thing!”

Heizou, Itto, Kaeya

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lawsvalentine · 8 months

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Dreaming of You • Ace x Fem!reader • (ANGST/FLUFF)

CW: post marineford spoilers ahead, reader is apart of the whitebeard pirates, a lil bit of angst, grief, kissing, Ace visits reader in her dream one night

Cee’s Note: i miss him sm 😢 i hope y’all enjoy

Song inspo: Dreaming of you- Selena

It’s been a while since you’ve gotten proper rest. Not since…that day.

The day your entire world was turned upside down.

Every night you cried yourself to sleep, only to be awakened by nightmares of the events of the Paramount war. Reliving his death over and over again, as if your mind was trying to torture you.

It got so bad, that you dreaded sleep altogether. The skin under your eyes darkened from fatigue and your sullen features made you unrecognizable by your crew. You always had the kindest smile and was filled with so much laughter but now your eyes looked empty and you barely spoke anymore. Marco was beginning to worry for your health. The death of pops and Ace still hurt him, but he could tell you were dealing with it the worst. After all, Ace was more than just a crew mate to you.

He was your lover

One night, Marco insisted you get some rest. Before you could protest, Marco already cut you off, declaring it’s the “doctor’s order”. You reluctantly secluded in your personal quarters to turn in for the night. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you had managed to drift to sleep pretty quickly, exhaustion finally taking over. As your eyes fluttered shut, you prepared yourself for yet another dream of pirates and marines fighting and your boyfriend having a hole punched through him. However, you were met with a warm smile and gentle brown eyes.

“Ace?”

You could faintly make out his adorable boyish grin and the freckles that decorated his nose and cheek.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” he winked.

Your eyes widened and before you knew it, you practically tackled him in a tight embrace.

“Whoa…haha…looks like someone’s excited to see me”, he chuckled, placing a kiss atop your head.

The warmth emulating from his body and his familiar scent overwhelmed your senses.

You raise your head from his neck, still in awe that it was actually him. You graze your hand against his freckled cheek before bringing your lips to his.

You missed the feeling of his toned arms holding you against him, the way his soft lips felt against yours, the way he hummed against your lips.

You couldn’t help the tears that flowed down your cheek as you had longed for his kisses for so long. When he broke the kiss, he noticed your tear stained face and concern laced his handsome features

“Y/N, hey hey,” he cooed, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as you continued to sob. You couldn’t help it. You missed him so fucking much and being able to kiss and hold him again was just too much.

“C’mon Y/N, we talked about this,” Ace sighed, thumb still swiping the tears off your cheek.

Your weeping pauses at his words, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“I have to bring Teach to justice for what he did, you know this”, Ace continues, not catching your confused features.

Suddenly a sense of deja vu hits you at his words. You two have had this conversation already. This was the last conversation you had with Ace before he left to hunt down Blackbeard.

You remembered how upset you were about Ace going after Teach. You had a gut feeling about the whole thing and when Ace refused to listen, you remembered how angry you were with him. Looking back now, you hated that your gut feeling was right, but hated more that you couldn’t do more to stop him.

“Ace, please,” you croaked, your eyes holding so much sadness, “don’t go”

If you could just convince him, everything will be okay again.

You wouldn’t feel empty anymore.

“If I don’t do this, I could not live with myself as a commander. I know it’s hard but I really need you to believe in me”, Ace says as he holds your hands in his.

Realization dawned on you, as you gazed at the man before you. You knew him too well to know that once his mind is set, there’s no talking him out of it. You couldn’t change the outcome, no matter how much you wanted to. After all, this was just a dream.

“I do believe in you, Ace,” you squeeze his hands, your thumb rubbing circles against the back of his palm.

There’s so much you want to say to him. So many things you wished you could have said before it was too late. But for some reason, the words weren’t coming out, you just stared at him with glossy eyes as he smiles at you.

“I will be back before you know it, I could never leave my girl all alone for too long” he smirks.

‘But he did’

“Can you just lay with me, Ace”

Ace smile grows bigger and he lays you both down. Your back is against his chest as he holds you from behind. He litters soft kisses to the side of your neck and cheek.

“I love you so much Ace”

His lips pause against your neck, and he tilts his head to look you in your eyes.

“I love you too Y/N”

Your eyes well up again and you try your hardest to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Please never forget that. You are loved and you deserve the world. It is so unfair what life has thrown at you. I wish things were different but just remember how loved you are” you whisper to him.

Now his eyes started to well up and all he could do was capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

#one piece fanfic #one piece angst #portgas d ace x y/n #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace angst #portgas d ace #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace fluff #ace angst #portgas d ace fluff

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hyatoro · 11 months

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Hi hi! Sorry for not being specific enough about my rq for August's NSFW hcs! I read the rules again and can you please do nsfw hcs of august with a service dom!reader? Very heavy on praising and worshipping August's body,always reminding him he's beautiful and commenting on his pretty expressions when they're having sex <33

Hop this is specific enough :))

Also,can I go by AM Anon? Im always forgetting what emojis I use for anon and i think letters can work better for me 😭

All good. Glad you came back! And of course you can be AM Anon.

I’m going to focus on Post-story August for this since he’s that much more fun with his battle scars and all.

Augustine Carver

He was always built, but you could tell that he put on even more muscle during his time at war. The first time he strips for you he’s hesitant, knowing that such scars aren’t ideal for noble men like him.

He trusts you with his whole heart but that little voice nagging in the back of his head lingers y’know?

His obedience for you is up there however and it overpowers his hesitance when you tell him to undress for you.

His bedroom was familiar, having grown up his whole life there, but when you stand over him with your hungry eyes it’s like you took over his space entirely. Which he would absolutely arrange should you desire it.

August sits bare on the edge of his plush bed, eyes flickering towards the ground while he straightens his back.

Your precious boy is so nervous.

Whatever maddening voices that echo in his head, telling him to hurry and cover back up and hide his marred figure were instantly silenced when you cradled his face.

His wide and vulnerable eyes stare at you for further cues.

You simply kiss his forehead tenderly and then his lips. Okay. This was familiar territory. He could do this part. So he kisses you back just as softly, refusing to escalate this himself.

He swallows when you pull back and you tell him to scoot back onto the bed completely. He listens.

You then strip to the same level as him, not leaving him alone in this. And you crawl up to him, legs wrapped around his waist as you take one of his hands and kiss every finger, every knuckle, every callous his hands have.

His breathing gets heavy with emotion.

If you have your own scars from your own endeavors (training to delete the royal couple, etc, etc), he looks at them in mild wonder. You don’t stop him from tracing his hands on them either. It’s only fair. His touches are so soft you take his hand and rest it fully against your skin, reassuring him that you’re very much flesh and not glass.

And then you get to praising him for his efforts during the war, recounting all the stories you’ve gathered of him while he was away. You kiss and caress every single one of them with the same love and adoration as the last.

He’s not outright sobbing, but the steady flow of tears can’t be stopped as he basks in the warmth of your love.

When you tell him all the things you love about him and ask if he agrees he doesn’t say anything. That’s when you start to bully him. Nicely.

You’re loving on him so hard and he’s overwhelmed by your entire being as you ride him.

Augustine hides his face when you mention how pretty he is. His face bursts into flames, as if it wasn’t already red before, and practically whimpers as he hides. Of course you fix that immediately by pulling his arms away. And if you so wish you can even use your shadow magic to restrain his hands from hiding his face. The flushed and teary face on this big buff scarred man makes heat course through you. Fuck he’s so perfect and pretty for you.

You only release him when he promises not to hide, which is hard but he busies himself with touching you too. It’s grounding for him.

He wants to cum. Needs to cum. But you keep bringing him to the brink and back, edging him because he can’t find it in himself to agree with all the wonderful things you’ve said about him. It’s a mix of not believing them and being too shy. Of course he’s not accusing you of lying. He’s just. Well. His self esteem isn’t as high as it was before everything had happened. Before he felt unlovable up until you came back into his life.

He does eventually break, frantically crying out all the lovely things you’ve said about him as he begs to cum.

“I’m a good boy! I’m handsome and strong and I deserve so many good things! Please let me cum! Please please please please you said I was good right?! Please let me cum!”

Of course he is, so you do. His body tightens like a bowstring and he convulses as he comes, thanking you for everything.

His face is soaked with tears as he comes down from his high. When you dry his face for him he almost hides his face again, but he promised you so he keeps his hands by his side. You notice and chuckle, telling him that he doesn’t need to keep it up anymore, but also praising him for being so obedient.

Since you gave him the okay he turns his face and hides in his pillow as he calms down from the whole ordeal.

Your shadow magic flickers around the room and gathers things so you can clean the two of you up before snuggling under the covers.

He makes this face where he wants to say something, but instead just goes for it, burying himself into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. You hold him back, squeezing him as tight as you can before snuffing the candles with the shadows.

#Sub!yandere #dom!reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #dom reader #sub yandere #yandere oc #x reader #villainess isekai #villainess isekai oc #SecondMaleLead!Yandere #Augustine Carver #request #AM anon

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 39 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | lesson 38 | lesson 40

this was hilarious until i remember that satan is indeed the avatar of wrath and has destroyed the house of lamentations more tines than i can count on both hands. then it got slightly less hilarious, but it's still hilarious

ik we all joke about lucifer being satan's dad bc he technically is but this is PEAK father-son behavior 😭 satan throwing a temper tantrum, no pun intended, over not being able to adopt a cat is one of the funniest things ever actually

y'all know i love me some angst but dear GOD am i happy that we're getting something lighthearted after the emotional rollercoaster that was lesson 38

also we got our room back hehe 🫶🏽

aaaaand now they back to brothers

"nuh uh" "uh huh" DAMN just let him have the cat 😭

shithead lucifer my beloved 🫶🏽 and it's even more heartwarming bc we can see how much he's relaxed and recovered from the incident in cocytus. him smiling and laughing and joking with his brothers freely after the fear of losing them has finally been dissipated has to be a weight off of his shoulders, and a weight off of his brothers' shoulders, too. he's probably been less of himself since the fall, and this is probably more reminiscent of the lucifer from back in the celestial realm

i hc that mammon's familiars/crows just roam around the house freely, so this is even more frustrating for satan bc he's like "well if mammon can have pets, why can't i?"

oh baby :(((

just when i thought we'd gotten away from the angst, i was reminded that we are (i am) indeed on lesson 39 outta 40...ykw at least i was happy for a little bit

10/10 storytelling and writing. i love it when siblings ACTUALLY act like siblings, bc some media doesn't do sibling dynamics justice

granted, solomon isnt their sibling, but lucifer said it once AND doubled down bc he saw that it pissed satan off the first time. the older sibling in me smiled

ik i've said this before but...

lucifer says he hates when his brothers pester him like they don't get it from him 😭 oh no, if it isn't the consequences of your own actions!

now i feel like mammon might be onto something...what if he actually is stronger than lotan? but he doesn't want things to go past empty, playful threats bc hurting lotan would devastate levi, and he adores his little brother too much to do anything that irresponsible. more on this here

the brothers ever 🫶🏽 petty sibling dynamics always get me

satan reusing asmo's phrase after lucifer and solomon used it against him is peak comedy

ADHD TWINS

i can't do long, complicated shit for the life of me without getting sidetracked or overwhelmed

...unless it's these long ass posts

but that's different...kind of

so THAT'S why he was giggling and kicking his feet the whole time?? "hehehe" my ass you sly bitch

also, you can see the amount of pride lucifer feels towards satan just by the way he's acting throughout this entire lesson. he also knew wholeheartedly that satan would, one way or another, find a way to summon the white dragon. he egged satan on and teased him on purpose, which probably made his powers stronger. but i feel like the teasing also was a mask for encouragement

it was obviously still teasing at the heart, but there was a little more to it that reflected how proud lucifer is of his baby brother for coming into his own

also satan initiating the family picture at the end ??? I SOBBED

the lucifer from our timeline would NEVER allow a pet into the house. but the lucifer from our timeline also didn't get to heal the way this lucifer did, so now i'm kinda sad just thinking about that

maybe he thinks having a pet would mean that they're permanently staying in one place? and he still doesn't feel secure enough in his place in the devildom even after all the time he's spent there, even after making a home and a name for himself and his brothers. maybe he considered letting satan get a pet once mc came into the picture, and still toys with the idea, but keeps deciding against it for some internal reason that he won't address

MY WIFE MY BELOVED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS BACK

they really do invite any and everyone into the family. i love them so much it makes me insane

completely unrelated but i never realized that the kiss sounds are different for each brother ??? is thus just a nightbringer thing or am i just too far removed from the og game

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moon-blanket · 8 months

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Actual post about the new Gavin video because i just have to cry and sob about it.

Him just looking over Freelancer while they sleep ?? whispering sweet words and praises ?? While drawing soothing circles on their skin ?? I cannot go on.

Him thanking them for trusting him with this side of them. Saying he didn't think he deserved them or their love for a little bit :'(( And them refusing to let him believe anything short of it, their love for him. Their friends. Their memories. He deserves it all.

Gavin saying he doesn't need sleep, but he loves resting in their bed at their side as he comforts them all night. Protecting them in a way, ensuring that they get the sleep they so rightfully deserve.

You are everything to me. I'M JUST SOBBING.

Him saying that he loves how simple things can be between them. A nice respite from the usual chaos. Where they can be just Them.

The way he stops moving when he admits that he doesn't recall the time he began calling it Our bed. Instead of just Freelancer's. It being a recent change, too. As if he didn't deserve to call it his as well. Still feeling like he's on the Outside of their life, a visitor, regardless of their relationship. Because that's all he knows.

But they asked him to step into the space, didn't drag him into it. No one has asked him such a thing before, and still don't. He can be himself, in any shape or form that comes in.

And they gave him the grace and patience to explore what that could possibly mean, without judgement or consequence. They wanted Gavin. Not a box he could be fit into-- something less than what he is and more of what he isn't. They wanted Him. Raw and unfiltered.

The I love you more than Human Words can convey Speech

"I. am. Feeling. And i feel you, with every facet of what i am. There's no such thing as a perfect match. there is no form or relationship that doesn't come with disagreement and effort. But, the feelings we hold for one another, and the work we put in for one another, are Enough to weather any storm. And that's the difference."

The KISS right after that. Probably their forehead ? I'm literally in shambles. And the immediate follow up of "You are Loved, and Loving. And what you do Matters. So. Very much. You bring me joy. You have the kindness to take time to let me know that i bring you the same. For someone like me, someone so prone to doubt his own impact. That means so much. Thank you, my love." ?? Oh my god. I am about to actually cry.

And he tells them to rest easy as he kisses their forehead AGAIN maybe, and tells them to feel loved.

The love and care he feels for Freelancer is palpable the Entire time. Laced in every word and caress. I can feel the love in his eyes, and adoration in his voice, the care in the kisses he leaves.

I cannot. carry on normally after this. I am So in love with this man. Disastrously. He means So much to me.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted spoilers #moon's thoughts #redacted gavin #I love gavin so much. so much. I love him forever.#my baby :((( you deserve the world.

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Saint i've been stalkin your tumblr for so long and only now gathered enough confidence to follow and come tell you i've read like everything you've posted on here and i adore your writing so much,,,, also if you ever write any sexy tickling stuff again, be it a fic or ficlet or anything, i'll die, that literally fucked me up back when i read them cause yeah i'm that brand of freak,,,, fuck i love the lack of any kinkshaming here and i'll be supporting any freaky shit you write :---) thank you for your service very much

It's irresponsible, doing this here, in the greenhouse. Sure, it's late, but time of day doesn't rule out the interruption of a curious Sibling or ghouls who won't be named (Dew and Swiss) raiding his private stash and getting blazed beyond what Mountain might consider reasonable.

He has never been much for responsibility. And he has vines here. Vines that like to listen to him and do what he says, when he says it.

Vines that currently have wound their way tight around Rain's ankles and up to his knees. Around his wrists, pulling his arms taught and above his head. Easy access to Rain who's naked and heaving for breath. Pinned on a workbench now devoid of any tools, since he'd swept them off onto the floor in a hurry to get Rain upon it.

And for good measure, a thin and small one curled around the base of Rain's cock, squeezing just enough to keep him hard in spite of the tickling.

"Fuck," Rain squirms, barely able to draw a deep breath even during the break. "Fuck, please, please-"

Mountain reaches for his feet again, trapped as they are and unable to escape. Blunt nails scrape back and forth over his soles and Rain squeals, laughing like he's having the time of his life. He is, of course, but it's a painful sort of pleasure after a while.

"Look at how much fun you're having!" Mountain grins, abusing his feet and getting himself all worked up too. Little toes flexing, soles wrinkling. He gives him another break long enough to pull his own cock out. Heavy, red. Bobbing when Rain starts whimpering.

Without the vine, there's no way he'd still be hard. Too much stimulation. He'd flag. Get a cute little chub going on and not much past that. Now when he thrashes as much as he's able, it bouncing around. It's wet at the tip.

"Too much," Rain gasps, brows knit together, eyes damp. "Please, I can't, oh fuck-"

Mountain's pressing his fingers into his sides, wiggling and pressing and Rain loses himself in another peal of unwilling laughter, the happy sound torn from him entirely involuntary.

"But you're laughing," Mountain says.

"No, no- no," Rain's laugh-crying now. Mountain knows when Rain's "no" means "yes", and he's the brand of freak that enjoys a little pain with his pleasure. His abs are tensing, his red cock is wagging around with every jerk of his hips, and his voice is getting higher, more strangled with every passing second.

Mountain backs off, and Rain goes limp against the wood of the table, breath hitching and shuddery. He has tears clumped in long lashes, and sweat beading against his hairline.

"Hurts," he mewls, making noise even though Mountain isn't touching him. "S'too much, fuck, oh fuck," he sobs out.

"But you're laughing," Mountain repeats.

"Can't help it- you're makin' me," Rain cries. Actually cries now. Mountain takes pity and gives him a few gentle strokes on his cock, which has gone as soft as the vine around it deigns to allow. It might not be possible to get it entirely stiff while Mountain's working him over, but it still leaks. Shiny and sticky and he bends over to give it a little baby kiss, right on the cute little mushroom head. Rain jolts.

"Lick it?" he pleads. "Oh unholy father, lick it, please, lick it."

"It a bit," Mountain says, soothingly. "Not now." He takes himself in hand and waits until Rain looks up, and gives him a little show. Overhand grip, stroking root to tip while Rain whimpers.

"Remind me," he says casually, smoothing his hands over Rain's chest, fingertips circling his nipples only to give the barest most unsatisfying touch directly on them, so quick it might not have happened at all, "is it your feet or your armpits that are the worst-"

"Oh, no, oh no," Rain bites out, panicked and already writhing, alight with anticipatory fear. "Mount-"

"Let's find out," he says, reasonably.

#you are so sweet goodbylondon!!#thank you for the kind words!#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic #ghost headcanons #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/rain #mountain x rain #nameless ghouls #ghost band

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These Hands Of Yours (Let Me Protect Them)

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For @xhanisai after I reblogged this post and immediately came up with this after the S5 finale. I have many thoughts but the main one was mostly “MARINETTE MY GIRL YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER!” but yeah, I decided to base this after the finale because I feel like it fits with that post that she made. I managed to write this with the help of the caffeine from my tea, my remaining will to live and the neuro-spicy brain juice swirling around in my head. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this Akari!

The image of her tears-stained cheeks, red eyes and running nose was something Adrien didn’t think he was going to get out of his head for quite some time. He had comforted both Marinette and Ladybug many times before for different reasons, but this was the first time he comforted the same person on both sides of the mask.

It had started earlier this evening when they were both on patrol, Ladybug had met up with them at their agreed spot on a rooftop. The first sign he noticed something was wrong was how tense she was. Sure, she had her signature sweet smile and adorable sass, but her grin seemed more strained, and her quips were forced rather than seamlessly rolling off her tongue.

When asking her if she was alright, she brushed it off with a nervous laugh and swung away to start patrol. Chat Noir thought about chasing after her, but decided against it, knowing that if he continued to press on about it, the less willing she would be to tell him what was going on. They met up again twenty minutes later, but this time the sass and smile were gone, replaced with a face clouded with gloom and her posture slouched. He asked again if she was sure she was okay, only to be given a single nod before Ladybug attempted to swing away again; key word, attempted. For when she threw the end of her yoyo and prepared to jump, her clumsiness seemed to strike, and she nearly lost her footing. If it hadn’t been for Chat Noir’s quick reflexes and grabbed her wrist to pull her away, there was a definite chance she would’ve been injured.

He asked her one last time if she was okay and something inside her seemed to snap. Her eyes began to water, and her bottom lip trembled before launching herself into his chest and began to sob, strained cries ripping from her throat. Chat immediately scooped her up into his arms and walked over to a chimney, sitting them both down with her in his lap as he stroked her hair.

“I’m s-sorry, I’m so sorry!” she wailed, her tears leaking onto his leather covered shoulders as she buried her face into his neck.

“Shhh,” he buried his claws into her hair, gently taking out her hair ties and began stroking through the soft dark locks to sooth her, “You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You don’t understand!” she hiccupped, her small hands gripping the back of his suit as her entire body began to shake with more sobs, “I was stupid, I was really stupid this time Chat!”

Another tremor wracked through her body, causing Chat Noir to start purring, hoping that the vibrations would ease the panic threating to bubble to the surface. The purring seemed to be working, for he felt her trying to even out her breathing, though it seemed that she struggled as she would let out a cry once in a while that just shattered his heart every time he heard it. “Whatever it is, we can get through this together like we always do.”

“Not this time Chat!” she whimpered, “It’s just gonna make things worse if I say it. Everyone’s already so happy I can’t say it.”

“Then don’t say it to everyone,” he took one of her hands, his thumb stroking the top as her face peeled away from her shoulder to look at him, “Just say it to me, and let the rest just follow.”

“I…he…he should hate me!” she sniffled.

“Who?”

“Adrien!” her chest began to heave again as her other hand clawed at her face, “He should hate me for what I did!”

“Adrien Agreste?” Chat Noir inquired, starting to put the pieces together, “If this is about what happened to his father, Gabriel made that choice to help save the city. It’s not your fault, he doesn’t hate you for that.”

While true, a part of him was still grieving the loss of his father, he was glad that in those remaining moments his true self came to light for what he would do for his family. With that information in mind, it was something he could live with. However, it seemed that what he said just made his Lady feel worse as ripped her hand that was held in his to claw at her neck as she cried harder.

“No, no, no!” She began to rock back and forth, red marks were starting to contrast against her pale skin on her jaw, making Chat Noir grab her hands into his own large ones so she wouldn’t cause further damage to herself. “He shouldn’t have died; I shouldn’t have let him die! Then the wish wouldn’t-”

She clamped her mouth shut, praying that Chat Noir didn’t hear that last part. Unfortunately, his enhanced hearing was able to catch those last few words, the boy turning to her slowly. “What do you mean about the wish?” his tone was slow and steady.

“I-I didn’t…that wasn’t what I…t-that’s not what I meant to say-”

“-Ladybug,” she nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, the intensity making her nerves twist again, “What do you mean about the wish?”

He didn’t look or seem angry, but she knew that this was a conversation that he wasn’t going to change. Trying to compose herself as much as she could, she began to explain.

“He-he tricked me,” her own voice seemed to start shaking, “M-Monarch tricked me.” She felt his claws trail up and down her back to try and relieve some of her panic as her stuttering continued. “He tricked me. He tricked me. He tricked me.”

“It’s okay,” he whispered. He thinks he has a bit of an idea now. “Monarch is nothing but evil. He would do anything to get what he wants. Don’t blame yourself for Monarch making Gabriel sacrifice himself, you did all that you could.”

It didn’t seem to make her feel better, her eyes were still wide open and spilling tears as her breathing worsened. She began to shake her head. “Monarch tricked me. Monarch tricked me!” she turned to meet his gaze, “Gabriel was the trick!”

Chat Noir raised a brow in confusion. How was Gabriel the trick? His thoughts were interrupted as Ladybug’s rambles became more frantic.

“Monarch tricked me! Gabriel tricked me. Gabriel tricked me. He tricked me!”

A pit began to form in his stomach. No, no there’s no way. It felt like pieces of a puzzle starting to finally click together. Or to put it more simply, two men – two horrible men – began to mould into one monster. It was only confirmed when Ladybug opened her mouth again.

“Gabriel is…was Monarch,” she gripped his hands as the memory flooded back into her mind, “He started saying these things and I though that maybe, just maybe, there was still some good him. How could I be such an idiot?! To fall for a few nice words and suddenly it’s enough for me to give him Tikki and Plagg!”

Chat wanted to tell her that she wasn’t an idiot, that he understood being manipulated by that man – if you could even call him that at this point – that she did everything that she could in that moment. But at the same time, Monarch was his father! He had spent the last few weeks wondering how he could ever live up to how great his father was in his sacrifice. When in reality, there was no sacrifice, just an act of cowardice and his lady was left to pick up the pieces. He forced himself to repress a disgusted shudder. No wonder she looked like she was about to break down the minute he saw her arrive.

“How can he look at me like that?!” she asked aloud, the question not being directed to anyone, “Even when I keep lying to him?!”

Chat Noir tucked a loose stray hair behind her ear, “Lying to who? About what?”

“Adrien,” the name alone made his breath hitch, “Every time I see him, he just looks at me as though I handed the world to him by just simply being there, and he doesn’t even know what I’ve been keeping from him!”

Oh, that made sense…wait. Adrien hadn’t seen Ladybug since she gave him his father’s ring. The way she was speaking about him was as if they had seen each other many times before. Did he know her outside of the mask? Could he even be that lucky?

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” she continued, “I don’t know if I can handle him looking at me like that whenever we’re at school, or play video games at each other’s houses, I don’t think I can be able to keep it together when he takes me to the little coffee shop down the street that he knows that I adore. He’s done so much for me, cares so much for me and yet I’m doing this to him, and he doesn’t even know what a horrible person I am!”

School…coffee shop…dates…A chill rushes through his veins, realisation seeping in. The girl he was holding in his arms, her hands glued to his in a desperate sign practically begging not to be alone, was someone that he knew far closer to him than any of his friends. Someone who he knew that already had so much on her hands that just got piled on after everything that was said to him. It can’t be.

“I SHOULDN’T BE LADYBUG!”

Was the last thing that tore from Marinette’s throat as her suit disappeared, leaving behind the love of his life in her pyjamas, Tikki nuzzling her cheek to try and calm her as the wave of panic and weeping returned.

He drops everything that was circling in his mind - his father, the wish, his Lady’s identity – and wraps Marinette up in his arms as much as he can, purring and keeping her as warm as he can with his body heat. Her left arm was wrapped round his torso while he kept a hold of her right hand in his own. He takes a look at her ungloved hand, hundreds of little scars leaving their marks on her skin, leaving a mocking reminder of how much she failed that day.

The fact that Monarch…no…the fact that his father was so selfish and vile that he went out of his way to not only emotionally damage, but to go as far as to try to physically damage his Lady just for a wish. Was his own son not enough? Was he that self-centred to ignore his only family left while claiming that he was doing this for his child? How could he use that to justify hurting and manipulating such a sweet and kind person as Marinette?!

“This is my fault,” she whispers, her voice raspy and sounding sore, “This is all my fault. He should hate me, I’m a terrible person and a terrible Ladybug.”

“No,” Chat Noir shook his head, a slight growl escaping with the word.

“I’m really sorry,” she whimpered, “I should’ve told you; you have every right to be angry with me, you’re my partner, you deserve to know.”

Did she…did she think his anger was directed at her? “Oh Mari,” he pressed his lips to her hair, “I have no reason to be angry with you. Never, ever blame yourself for the cruelty of others. You don’t need to apologise for any of Gabriel’s actions.”

He takes her other hand and clasps them in his again, making sure that her attention was focused on him and only him. “Since the moment I met you, you’ve been pressured to put the weight of Paris on your shoulders. From our friends to the other civilians, even yourself, it might not have been said out loud, but you definitely felt them giving you that responsibility. You are so strong; I’ve seen the remarkable things that you have accomplished with your hands. How you’ve protected so many people, to figuring out any lucky charm thrown your way, to even fighting the most feral akumas. But it’s also left its impact on you as well, and eventually, the weight that your hands have carried for so long has started to take effect. It doesn’t make you weak, no, however it is something that you don’t have to do alone. We’re the bug and cat team, we’re meant to share the weight, not take the burden from the other. And know that I know, I’m gonna make sure that you never feel such a weight again, both in and out the suit.”

She tilts her head in confusion before a flash of green made her squint and look away. When she looked back, she gasped, for there in front of her, in his pyjamas and zip-up hoodie, was none other than the boy she swore to protect from all the darkness she held so that he would never be burdened with. “Adrien?”

He pressed a kiss to her hand, “Hi Princess.”

Her eyes filled with tears again, she tried to make sure that Adrien would never find out about this, not at the expense of his happiness and now she managed to screw that up as well.

He was more prepared this time when she let out more apologies, taking off his hoodie, wrapped her up in it and pressed her face to his chest as he tightly embraced her. He purred louder and more even to make sure she was relaxed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Adrien!” she blubbered out as he rocked them back and forth, “I should’ve told you, but you were finally happy! Finally free with your life and I didn’t want to take that from you!”

“It’s alright, shh, it’s gonna be alright,” he let her continue to sob, his main priority at this point was her and taking care of her, “I’m okay, we’re okay, it’s not your fault.”

A few minutes later, her sobs turned to quiet sniffles. He took another look at her face, his stomach twisting when he saw just how exhausted she was, the guilt had really taken an ugly toll on her. Tikki was still cradled in the crook of her neck, having fallen asleep while soothing her holder. He stood up, holding her in his arms as he called out for his transformation phrase and jumped off the rooftop, making his way back to the bakery.

Once he landed on her balcony, he released his transformation again before going through her trapdoor window and gently placing her onto the bed.

He lifted her upper body he raised her duvet and placed her under it, making sure she was wrapped up safe and warm before joining her under her blankets, wrapping her up in his arms again and resumed his purring. Tikki had woken up and moved from Marinette’s neck to her hair, Plagg joining her as he buried himself in her dark locks and he began to purr as well.

Adrien could feel her body struggling to relax, constantly shifting from trying to letting herself by soothed by the warmth and love she was being given to stiffening back up again as though she didn’t feel as though she were allowed to.

His brows furrow in concentration, forming a plan in his head on just how to help his princess within this moment. He looked at their hands again, having conjoined again while in the midst of her much needed cuddles. He raised her dainty pale hand to his lips, gently pressing them against the tips of her fingers, making her look up at him and pausing her internal dilemma.

“I’m not surprised that you’re Ladybug,” he told her, “I mean, I am a bit shocked at the sudden reveal, but it makes so much sense that you’re her. The kindness with how you treat civilians, the creativity when figuring out any lucky charm thrown at you, not taking any nonsense from anyone – all of that comes from Marinette.”

He presses two more kisses to the back of her hand and laid it on her pillow and started stroking her palm in small circles with his thumb, taking notice that she was focused on the lazy motions and the soothing feeling it gave her. “It comes from everything I’ve seen you do outside of the mask,” he continued, “How you treat our friends and students outside of our class to make sure everyone is happy, coming up with ideas for not only your fashion but with baking, drawing and so many other projects, and you refuse to let others be walked over and stand up for those who aren’t able to do it themselves. All that comes from you! And all those amazing things come from your amazing hands.”

She tried to smile; it wavered a little, but she wanted to show how much his words meant to her. She wanted to believe him, she wanted to believe him so badly! So why wouldn’t the final image of Gabriel leave her mind?! Why did it have to keep reminding her of how much she failed.

She curled in on herself, the brainstorm building up again. Luckily, Adrien seemed to take notice. “But those hands have been hurt way before you became Ladybug, haven’t they?” he asked, making her thoughts pause as she peered up at him through her eyelashes.

“Despite saving the city multiple times, its far from the first time your hands have been used in that way,” he brushed his thumb over a faded scar, one that he noticed from the first time he met Marinette. Back during the hat contest, before everything, when he gently brushed his hand against hers to take her winning hat, he saw it on the top of her hand and was curious as to how it got there, but he didn’t want to pry. Now, after knowing all she went through, he had a bit of an idea on how she received it.

“All those years that you had to defend yourself from Chloe’s ruthlessness to the point you were terrified to go to school, and then Lila trying to do the same to you as well. Not to mention, you always tried to take on everyone’s problems, whether if its Kim and Ivan fighting, or Alix trying to pick a fight with someone, you’ve constantly found solutions to the point that they just keep coming back to you for help,” he continued, “They see you as the only way to fix a problem instead of trying to figure it out themselves. I know that you’re afraid of our friends getting akumatised, but you can’t take on everybody else’s burdens if you’re already being dragged down by your own.”

Marinette whimpered, every word he was saying was ringing so true that it hurt to listen to. Adrien sensed her distress and pressed a few more gentle kisses to her cheeks and forehead; he knew she had to hear this, but he knew that there was already going on in that head of hers for her to finally be confronted with both her greatest strength yet biggest flaw.

“And now knowing that you had to defend yourself from my father, both with and without a miraculous,” a bitter taste formed in his mouth as he remembered how Ladybug tried to fight Hawkmoth after Tikki and Plagg took back their miraculous. His father might not have known it was Marinette at that time, but he did know that the person he was fighting at the time was defenceless and vulnerable to the extreme damage he inflicted. “The fact that he would do that to you, that he tried to go out of his way to hurt you and then proceeded to trick you…...I’m so sorry Marinette. I’m sorry that you’ve kept this to yourself just so you could protect me but,” he looked at the scars on her hands again, the ones that Gabriel left there permanently, “No one was there to protect you from what he did.”

“-But you’ve already protected me for so long!” Marinette injected, the sudden volume startling Adrien a little bit, “You’ve already done so much for me, even when I pushed you away you were always by my side even when I didn’t deserve it. Even after keeping this from, you, how could you still want to be my partner…I don’t deserve this.”

He pressed a finger to her lips; she looked up as their eyes locked with one another, anxious blue met a frustrated green, but not at her. “Don’t ever say that again,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with both hurt and concern, “You deserve so much more than you’ve been given. You barely ask for anything, nothing even, and yet no one can even give you that.” He brought her hands to his chest, right above where she could feel his heart drumming softly, “You are so incredible, so talented, so amazing. And it hurts to watch that being stripped away every day, as Marinette and Ladybug. You think that you need to take on so much more than you already do, that you have to feel this horrible, but you don’t! Ladybug wasn’t meant to be on her own and neither was Marinette. You don’t need to do this alone anymore Princess…please, let me in, let me help you, let me share and protect the world that is threatening to fall out of your hold.”

“I-I-I,” her voice broke a little, the weight of his words was hitting harder than she thought it would, giving her a sense of peace and relief that she hadn’t felt in so long. But she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold onto it forever, something was going to make him realise that she was a terrible partner, and he would finally realise that. “I can’t. I can’t take your happiness away after you fought so hard for it, I can’t let you be dragged down with me. I should’ve been smarter that day, I could’ve found another way – I could’ve! That way you don’t have to be here now to feel burdened by me!”

“I can assure you that never have, or will, burden me with anything,” he let go of her hands and wrapped both of his arms around her smaller form in a silent promise of never letting her go. “I’m here because I want to be. Gabriel has always found a way to trick others for years, he tricked us both when he first thought he was Hawkmoth, he’s managed to talk his way in and out of situations without anyone batting an eye and he has manipulated me for years into thinking that I was wrong about everything. And the fact that all of Paris believes that he’s some kind of hero while you’re suffering in silence after everything he put you through just proves how much of a monster he is. And I feel sick knowing that I believed that too for a while.”

Marinette shuffled in his arms. Ever since she became Ladybug, defeating Hawkmoth was the only goal she knew that she had to complete. She sacrificed everything in order to do that, her hobbies, her love life, even herself to some degree. And yet when the time came, she failed. Part of him just wanted Adrien to scream at her, tell her that she messed up and messed up bad. But seeing him look at her with the utmost love after she thought he would hate her for keeping these secrets and failing to complete the most important task of their lives, even after finding out that Hawkmoth was his father, a part of herself felt as though he were telling the truth about everything he said in that moment.

He let one of his arms fall and clasped her hand again, bringing it to his lips, “You’re not alone anymore Marinette. No matter what the future holds for us, we’re going to go through this together. You didn’t mess up; you didn’t fail, and you deserve to be happy. I’m here now, so please, let me take care of you as you took care of me and everyone else,” he gently pressed his lips to her knuckles as one more promise, “It’s you and me against the world.”

The dams broke once more as Marinette buried her head in his chest, wailing once more as he gripped her tightly with as much protection as he could give her in this moment. He let her cry as much as she needed to, stroking her hair as she got everything else out of her system while whispering and presses comforting kisses to her forehead.

A while passed before her cries turned to whimpers and her whimpers turned into soft, even breathes. Looking down, he saw that she had cried herself to sleep. Judging by the bags under her eyes and how deep she seemed to be in her dreamlike state, this was probably this first time she properly slept since her battle with Hawkmoth.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around him, as though she were begging him to stay – as if he could ever leave her after what happened. With one arm wrapped her waist and the other round the back of her head, he cuddled softly into her, relishing in the soft content noise that left her throat. The kwamis retreated to the other side of the pillows, giving their holders much needed space while close enough in case they needed them.

Before he allowed himself to fall asleep however, internally, Adrien made one more promise to her. I won’t let this happen to you again Marinette, not after this. No matter what, I’ll keep you safe and never let your hands carry that type of weight ever again. Now that I’m free for him, nothing will stop me from protecting you or leaving your side.

Only after making that promise, did he join her in sleep.

(In the morning.

“Plagg, how do you cataclysm a dead person?”

“Adrien I just woke up what the fuck.”)

I am so sorry it took this long! I swear I should’ve gotten it out sooner but it’s here now and I hope you like it! <3

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plumpinky · 2 years

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Zoro X AFAB Reader

MDNI 18+

CW: Degradation, name calling, breeding, dirty talk

AN: This is my first fic I am ever posting. Be gentle. Honestly just some shameless smut. Some drabble I have had on the mind lately. Zoro is a dom to me and I think he would fuck just like this lol let me know what yall think. I would like to post more but with school, work, and a baby we can only see. If you have any helpful suggestions or tips I would love to hear it.

Pre-time skip Zoro (at least in my mind)

Please don’t repost

Zoro shoved your head into the floor of the crow’s nest. One hand gripping your hair, the other holding your hip. He slowly pushed his cock in and out of your dripping wet cunt, pulling it all the way out before brutally shoving it back in. Mesmerized by your greedy pussy swallowing him entirely with each thrust. You tried your best to control the volume of your moans, but Zoro tugged your hair every time you got too quiet for his taste.

“Zoro, please,” you begged.

He grunted as he let go of your hair, harshly gripping your hips and pulling your ass up more to meet his hips. His thrust went from slow and teasing to fast and hard, fucking you with no mercy.

“You wanted to be treated like a slut today, huh? You could’ve just asked rather than flirt with that stupid cook right in my face,” he huffed.

“No! It wasn’t like th-ah,” you moaned. Zoro snapped his hips, hitting your sweet spot as a sign to shut your mouth. No amount of groveling would change the relentless pace he was going. Truthfully you couldn’t get enough of Zoro’s wrath. He had been sleeping and training most of the day, oblivious to all the advances you threw his way. You finally had enough, so you turned to your last resort, Sanji. One sweet smile and flirty giggle the blonde’s way, and suddenly you had Zoro’s full attention. When Sanji turned away from you, Zoro grabbed your arm, taking you straight to the crow’s nest, which is how you got exactly what you wanted from the swordsman, an amazing fuck.

Once satisfied, Zoro’s thrust finally stopped now that you were a babbling mess. He brought his hands behind his head while looking down where you both connected. “Fuck yourself on my cock like a good slut.”

You followed his command and threw yourself back onto Zoro’s dick as fast and hard as his previous pace. Since he was so strong, no matter how rough you fucked yourself on him, Zoro didn’t budge. Giving you free rein to as much pleasure as you desired. Screaming and moaning about how much you adored his cock. He tried hard to remain composed as he watched your pussy swallow him with each thrust. Your dripping cunt was clenching around his thick cock, begging for release. Zoro loved that he was the only one who could bring you to this state. A slutty mess who could only think about his dick, needing to be fucked by only him. He couldn’t take how tightly you squeezed his dick anymore.

“Cum on my cock now.”

Without missing a beat, you threw yourself back, taking all of Zoro’s cock deep inside you, cumming on command. Grinding yourself on his dick, trying to prolong your pleasure. Zoro’s resolve finally snapped, bringing his body down to cover yours, caging you against the ground. He brought one arm around your neck as he started to brutally fuck you through your orgasm, his breathy moans against your neck.

“Z-Zoro! Too much, I c-can’t..”

“You can take it,” he groaned into your ear. “Take it like the good slut you are. You wanted to be fucked like a whore, ya?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. Tears were coming to your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Cum for me again. Make a mess for me.”

You felt Zoro smirk against your neck as he pounded into you even harder. The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy echoed through the crow’s nest. Another orgasm built quickly since your pussy was still sensitive from the first. You screamed as you let yourself go on Zoro’s dick, your pussy spasming from the pleasure as you squirted all over him. Making a mess just like he had asked. He groaned, getting lost in the intense pleasure of your pussy, his hips never slowing. Soon his thrust became sloppy, and you knew he was close to finishing.

“Cum inside me, please, Zoro. Please fill me up.”

His arm tightened around your neck. You could feel his cock twitch at your pleas. He moaned into your ear, his pace never slowing down.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!”

“Whose cock do you love?”

“Yours!”

“Who fucks you the best?”

“You! You, Zoro! You do, I can’t get enough!”

Your cries finally pushed Zoro over the edge as he let out a deep moan. He shoved himself deep into your tight cunt, painting your walls with his cum. You couldn’t hold back one last orgasm over his pulsing cock. Zoro held himself against you while you both came down from each other high. He carefully slipped himself out from your messy cunt, hypnotized by your pretty pussy gradually dripping his seed.

You panted on the ground, ass still in the air as you were still reeling from your orgasms. You shot up and yelped from the sudden pain when Zoro pinched your butt. He grabbed you, pulling you close as he kissed your neck just as you were about to scold him. You giggled from the kisses wrapping your arms around his.

“C’mon, beautiful, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#one piece smut #roronoa zoro #zoro x y/n #brainrot #the way i am down bad rn #anime one shot #anime smut #anime fanfic #one piece fanfic #zoro

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ari194 · 1 year

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First of all, just major spoiler warnings for the wolf 359 finale. Second of all this is gonna be a long post of just all the thoughts while I listen to the finale.

God I love the beginning with Cutter and Pryce like just that whole story time back and forth is so so good

Adding Hera and Eiffel's first meeting also hurts so good I can't. Just the little smile you can hear in Eiffel's chuckle and voice after Hera's "good boy" and the immediate establishment of them being partners in crime from the get go, just not even five minutes of knowing each other and they were already breaking rules together, words cannot describe how much I adore them

"These people have taken our lives away from us" line is so good, Renee Minkowski is t h e leader and I love her with my whole heart. She could rally me to do anything

"your dad loves you, your dad loves you so much" those are his last words to his daughter while he remembers her. fuck fuck f u c k. Christ this shit hurts. I love this podcast so much

Eiffel and Minkowski getting to laugh together one last time before everything goes down is so so good

"Goddammit Renee don't do this" and my heart b r e a k s

The fucking score in this episode is so so excellent the dramatic piano and just the everything about the pacing of the music is executed masterfully Alan Rhodey is a god

Dougie no, stop no self deprecating in this household. Also holy fuck just got hit with the "I can't do this" from Eiffel holy im being devastated with every second that goes by, we love parallels in this household

"you're just going to have to trust me"

"with my life darling, with my life" I love them so much eiffera has my entire heart forever 😭

Eiffera again hitting me with the "I can do this" "Of course you can darling" just her being able to confidently state her abilites and Eiffel not questioning her for a second, complete faith in Hera and always supporting her without hesitation.

God I love Kepler God I love him so much his reveal is everything his last lines are everything his last act is everything I can't I can't I can't.

"The beautiful thing is, I don't need you to be" is just such a fucking good line I will never ever ever get over it.

Also, harpoon?!

It's the fact that all I had to hear was the sound of the mind sweep and I started to completely come apart. I'll always love and hate that they didn't let Doug say his last words to Hera.

Wolf 359 will always always always be my absolute favorite piece of media to exist ever. Nothing will ever top it and I will never be able to love something as deep as I love Wolf 359. Just the fact that they saved the world they saved all of humanity and they would have all died with no one ever knowing a thing if it wasn't for Jacobi, Wolf 359 could have so easily ended as a tragedy and still been a good and wonderful piece of media but it's the fact that they got their somewhat bitter mostly sweet happy ending that sets it apart. It's the question of what makes the self, what makes a person themselves, it's that even while bawling your eyes out there will still be lines that make you laugh through it, it's every heartbreak throughout the show and the finale finally having the payoff of getting to hear them be safe and go home. They're battered, wounded, and bruised but they're alive and they are all going to start again. It's the last scene being our original 3 voice actors and the fact that when Doug goes "spending time with you two was the best damn thing to ever happen to him" there was never any doubt that he was talking about Minkowski and Hera.

I will never be over Wolf 359, and I will always be grateful I stumbled upon it and had the chance to fall in love with it. Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted talk I'm gonna go sob some more for a few hours.

#wolf359 spoilers #wolf359 relisten #wolf359 #hera wolf 359 #doug eiffel #eiffera #isabel lovelace #renee minkowski #warren kepler #daniel jacobi #marcus cutter #miranda pryce #rachel young #I'll never shut up about this podcast ever #literally no one could ever make me

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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I saw that u made a post asking for prompts/just to talk about fandoms. I was meaning to send an ask when I saw it but I forgot 😭😭 heres something different for you: I'm so happy to see that you like futurama as well, that show has such a special place in my heart 😭😭 and the lack of fics (especially freela fics) is actually maddening 😤😤😤 if you want to, could you throw us some freela relationship headcanons?😳😳💖

The original girlboss and malewife! 👏👏

Fry and Leela were probably the first fictional couple I shipped, before I even knew what shipping was. I just knew I really wanted them to end up together

(The lack of fanfic is a travesty, justice for my disaster couple)

Headcanon time!

When Fry and Leela are officially engaged (y'know, without time being frozen in the process) Bender gives a rather dramatic monologue about how he can't believe Leela didn't ask his blessing. Fry's protests that he proposed go unheard. Bender demands (somewhat jokingly but mostly seriously) that Leela asks for his blessing

No, Bender does not tear up when Leela goes along with it and asks, shut up

No one's sure who cried more at the wedding: Leela's parents, or Zoidberg

They get a dog, damn it! 👏👏

They have two kids: a girl and a boy

Fry remembers how much Yancy hated his name, so while he doesn't name his son Yancy, he returns the favour and uses it as a middle name

Their daughter's middle name is Munda, after Leela's mom

The entire Planet Express crew absolutely adores these kids. Everyone has babysat and they all have very different ways of handling the kids

One time, Leela and Fry came to collect the kids to find them doing paperwork with Hermes. They actually seemed to be enjoying it

Cubert just thinks it's low-key weird that the babies whose diapers he's changing are actually his aunt and uncle

Fry tries to imagine his parents babysitting his kids and shudders in horror. He misses them and wishes every day that his parents could have met them, but letting his parents look after them could only have resulted in utter chaos

One time, someone hits on Fry in front of Leela, despite the obvious wedding rings. Everyone expects Leela to lose it and start a fight. Her usual "I'm gonna kick her ass" attitude. Instead, she surprises them all: she grabs Fry and straight up dips him in a kiss instead

Fry loves it

Fry has also surprised everyone (and horrified Hermes) by starting a fight when some drunken idiot wouldn't shut up about how "weird" Leela's eye is

Fry, drunk: "That's my girlfriend!" Kif: "Fry, that's your wife." Fry: "My wife!? Even better!"

Leela: "I wasn't that drunk last night." Amy: "You hit on Fry." Leela: "So? That's not weird, he's my husband." Amy: "You asked if he was single." Leela: "..." Amy: "You kicked over a table when he said he wasn't."

It takes Brannigan a solid year to realise Leela and Fry are married. Kif has tried to tell him, but Zapp never listened and just never noticed the rings. He nearly crashes his ship when he finally notices

What follows is a long, dramatic sob-fest about how he can't believe he wasn't invited to the wedding

He was. He just never read the invitation and tossed it

Overall, Fry and Leela are just an adorable couple. They're not all over each other in public, but they're always seen holding hands or sitting together. The amount of inside jokes they have is ridiculous. They always smile when they see each other

They are going to live a long and happy life together, so help me god

This got way longer than I anticipated, but that's what happens when you have headcanons for years 😁

#fry x leela #freela #philip j fry #turanga leela #answers #asks #headcanons #futurama #i love them your honour #the original girlboss and malewife #freela headcanons #futurama headcanons

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lucienarcheron · 8 months

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Tales of the Fox & the Fawn - XXVIII

Season II - A series of snippets to fill my Elucien heart.

Masterlist

Something New

Inspired by this post.

“Elain, love. Please.”

Lucien gave her a look of mixed exasperation and amusement as she gave a particularly loud sniffle, her face hidden in the sleeve of his sweater. Several heads turned to look at them disapprovingly.

“But — but it’s just sad.” she practically wailed and Lucien glanced apologetically at the people who had turned yet again, to glare.

“Bunny, I told you this was a tragedy. What else were you expecting?” he asked quietly with a chuckle, squeezing her shoulder gently. “You told me you can handle it.”

“I didn’t realize it was this tragic! Are you some kind of a sadist?” she whispered angrily and he quickly patted her head down gently into his sleeve with a snort.

Leaning in to kiss her forehead, he only said, “Please lower your voice, love. You’re ruining the experience for others and we haven’t even reached the mid-point yet.”

“There’s more tragedy?” she whisper-shrieked and promptly continued to sob into his already-soaked sleeve.

The tips of Lucien’s ears turned red and he mouthed his apologies to those who turned, yet again, to look at him in irritation but he was too amused to really be embarrassed. “You’ve soaked that sleeve, Elain.” he said, his lips twitching.

With a loud sniff, she looked up at him, eyes puffy over the misery of fictional characters. “You’re right.” she croaked and promptly stood up.

“What —” before he could continue the question, she yanked him up and switched their places.

Lucien could only blink as Elain grabbed his arm with the dry sleeve and sniffled, using it to peek at the play as it unfolded in front of them. Rather than watch said play, Lucien’s eyes remained glued on Elain and he smiled gently.

“Are you sure you’re up for finishing this?”

“If there’s a happily ever after then it’s worth this pain.”

Lucien paused. “Um…”

Elain’s head whipped to the side and looked at him in disbelief. “There’s no happily ever after?” she asked incredulously. “Then what’s the point!”

“You said you wanted to watch something new and different from our usual!” he whispered quickly.

Elain glared at him so intensely, he had to bite his lip to hold back his laughter.

“I’m…sorry?”

“Oh you will be.” she whispered with venom then shot out of her seat, pulling his arm with her, prompting him to also stand. “I would like to go home please.”

Lucien’s lips twitched as she pulled him through the aisle, apologizing ever so politely to everyone, her tone entirely different than how she spoke to him.

“Are you going to punish me?” he asked with a smirk as his very angry, very adorable mate stomped out of the theater. “I’d think a soaked sleeve of your snot and tears was punishment enough.”

“Oh a soaked sleeve will be the least of your worries.” she said and Lucien grinned at her refusal to look at him, dragging him on.

“Oh, my love. You know threatening me only turns me on. I don’t know what I’ll do if you decide to spank me.”

Elain stopped and finally turned to glare at him, face flushed. “You know I only like angst if there’s a happy ending to it. If all there is to see is pain, pain, pain, what, I ask you, is the point? It only makes me sad!”

Lucien laughed and her face flushed in outrage. Before she could castrate him, Lucien gently grabbed her face, squishing her lovely cheeks, and leaned in to smooch her. “I’m sorry I misunderstood your request for something different to view. Would you like to take a walk down the Rainbow and let all the pretty art wash away the angst of the play we barely watched?”

She scowled, which only made her look even cuter with her squished cheeks. “I don’t want to walk with you, you traitor.”

Lucien sniggered and kissed her scowling lips. “I’ll buy you some cotton candy?”

“I’m not a child you’re bribing!” Elain replied and her response didn’t quite go well with the stomping of her foot, much to Lucien’s delight.

“But you love cotton candy!” he said with a grin. “I want to make you feel better. What can I do to atone for my grave, unforgivable mistake of trying to expand your viewing pallet?”

Elain rolled her eyes and pinched his arm. “You’re so dramatic. I do want cotton candy. And to walk in the Rainbow. But I also want something else.”

“Oh?” Lucien asked with raised brows as Elain gave him a sly smile, pulling his hands away from her face and interlacing her fingers with his instead.

“I want to try something new.” she said and her cheeks flushed as she grinned. “In the bedroom.”

“Oh.” he replied, his own grin turning wicked. “And what is this new thing that you want to try?”

Elain’s smile was a sneaky one as she looked to her left, then to her right, then over Lucien’s shoulder. Finally, to ensure total secrecy, she leaned close to whisper in his ear,

“I want to peg you.”

Lucien froze and then blinked several times. “Come again?”

Elain shrugged and gave him her best innocent eyes, still a little puffy from her earlier cry. She gave him the loveliest smile she could muster. “I would like to dominate you sexually and we haven’t tried pegging.” she said sweetly. “If you’re comfortable with that.”

Lucien stared down at her with her cheeky smile then burst out laughing. “Every time I think of how the Cauldron made us mates, I realize how spot-on it was.” he said with a snort. “Elain dove, if you’re trying to punish me, you’re really going to have to try a lot harder.”

She giggled, her cheeks stained red despite her bold request. “You’re on board, then?”

“Very.” he replied with a smirk. “Let’s skip our initial plan and head right to the store that will give us our tools for fun.”

“Oh I already did that on my own.” she said with a smile. “I’m a planner, remember?”

“Mmm, indeed.” he said with his own grin and then scooped her up bridal style, earning him a shriek of laughter. “Onward to the bedroom then?”

“No! I still want to walk and get cotton candy! Maybe even some ice cream.” Elain replied with a laugh. “Put me down!”

“But now I’m excited for our other plan.” Lucien whined and sadly put her back down.

But Elain only smiled sweetly and patted his cheek. “I know. I want you to stew a while. It’ll be more fun that way.” she said and interlacing her fingers with his once more, she tugged as Lucien let out a groan. “To the Rainbow!”

#elucien #elucien fanfics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #tales of the fox and the fawn #fic: ff #fic: something new #gfics

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