envoyedeocean

[envoyedeocean]

a sharp hiss escapes the fox at the first contact, your wet tongue licking a perfect stripe up the base of his cock all the way to the tip. the fur of his bushy tail brushes against your shoulder, a large palm soothing its way into your hair and massaging at your scalp when he brushes it back.

“y’so good t’me..” he mumbles, the dialect in his tone just a little thicker as he peers down at you on your knees. it’s such a pretty sight, the way your eyes blink up at him as you swirl your tongue around his tip.

it’d been a tiring - no, it had been a busy day at work for the male, with the growing success of his business sometimes it just got too busy. not to mention the amount of customers he had to face daily, osamu was beginning to think that he needed to start searching for staff to help him.

you hum softly, eyelashes fluttering shut as you finally wrap your lips around his shaft, testing the waters on his length. osamu’s grip on you tightens ever-so-slightly, resisting the urge to buck his hips up to slot his cock down the back of your throat out of sheer impatience.

he has to stay patient, you’re treating him so well and sweet after a long day, after all. his tall ears falter, usually standing somewhat proud on his head as osamu tilts his head back. a breathy moan escapes his lips, sharp teeth tugging at his lower lip the further you fit him into your mouth.

waahh lia’s first hybrid tuesday !! i actually need to character study this man because it’s the first time i’ve written for him despite how much i tease yue lol !! 🌷

@oceanreveuse answer for your crimes???? when I catch you...

[envoyedeocean]

“hey,” his low voice hums above the faint rain outside the window, drops running down the glass panes that you’re looking out of, “how was it?”

he doesn’t like to say the word. you don’t necessarily like to say the word either but you know exactly what he means; it was the only thing on your schedule for today after all. lanky arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his chest as he nuzzles his face into your neck and for a moment, your sight blurs to nothing but ginger locks.

“difficult— but it’s supposed to be. i have to learn,” you mumble, leaning back on him. your shoulders relax, all the worries and tension from the day washing away the moment childe gets his hands on you, “it’s just… hard to grasp.”

he hums, soft and tuneful next to your ear. his eyelashes - as long as ever - tickle against your cheek as he closes his eyes and the man sighs. he knows it has to be tiring, to sit and speak to someone about things you wish you could bottle up and keep inside forever. as detrimental as it is to you growing as a person and healing, it does feel like re-opening sore wounds.

“i’m proud of you, baby,” he finally speaks, pressing a chaste skin to the bare skin of your neck nestled beneath his chin. the pads of his fingers massage at your waist, rolling circles into your hips, “you know that, right? i’m so proud of you.”

despite his usual nature, childe means it. he means every last word, every last breath until his lungs die out. he’d stand beside you and hold your hand, even if he had to walk you through the journey but he’d never turn and walk the opposite way. you’d grown to be family to the snezhnayan man and…

well, family means everything to someone so far away from home.

hi darling, it’s just a little something short but i hope you know how proud ajax, hoso & i are of you and how much we’ll always be at your side whenever therapy keeps making you sad. while it’s necessary to feel the sad for your sessions, we intend to shoo all the energy away and be with you every step of the way. much love, 🌷

i read this over a million times, watch as i sob on the ground

[envoyedeocean]

“how’re yer doin’?” he speaks up above the silence of the bedroom the second the door has been opened, the kansai dialect thick and heavy on his tongue. you can hear his footsteps thud softly on the carpet as he slings down his gym bag and approaches the bed.

usually when atsumu comes home from practice, you can only smell sweat and the rubber from his trainers but there’s the faint lingering smell of vegetables wafting into the air, filling the room and perking up the lack of appetite you’d been left with these past few days.

“tsumu?” you mumble in confusion, a few hoarse coughs escaping your lips as you open your eyes slowly, forcing yourself awake to face your blond haired boyfriend. he grins for a moment as he sits on the edge of the bed before rubbing your back.

“i’m ‘ere baby, i stopped an’ got ya some soup, sorry m’late… oh and-“ atsumu cuts himself off, briefly rustling into a plastic bag that was in his hands, the soup settled on your bedside table. he pulls out a handful of thick triangular shapes wrapped in saran wrap, “osamu sent me home with these, told ya to get bett’r soon.”

he places the multiple onigiri onto your bedside table beside the soup, rearranging your glass of water and numerous medications you’d been dealing with - not to mention tissues. you’re struggling to breathe through your nose now but that soup’s mere presence is luring you out of a dark fog.

“thank him for me,” you mumble sleepily, shuffling in white cotton sheets to sit up a little. atsumu rests his large palm on your waist before travelling to your thigh, his thumb stroking back and forth in reassurance, “you didn’t have to get soup though…”

“didn’ have ta, yeah,” atsumu grins, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your sticky forehead, his other hand brushing back messy strands of hair from your nap, “but i wanted to.”

a small sigh escapes your lips and despite atsumu’s usual rush to shower after his practices, he sits on the edge of the bed the whole time you’re eating the soup - no matter how slow you have to eat it. all of what he ever does is for you, of course, it always has been.

tsumu n’ i are rootin you get better soon !! 🌷

SOB SNIFFLE SOB SNIFFLE this is just what i needed tonight :((( <3 lexi you absolute sweetheart !!! this made me feel a lot better (instantly cured my fever) I AM CRYING SOFT TSUMU SOFT TSUMU SOFT TSUMU ‼️‼️🥹 its 12 am but i literally squealed over this (rip throat) bc its SO soft and it made me feel all warm n fuzzy :( <3 made me emotional too /pos and AUUAUAUA i just want him so bad

eye see you sneaking in osamu huh 👁️👁️ KAHSJSHDHDJSJS

[envoyedeocean]

oh you knew what you were getting into with this relationship, of course you did. foxes are characterised as sly, cunning… sneaky. the blond man beneath you ticked every box like a multi-choice exam question gone wrong.

he’s had you in this position for a few minutes, neither of you moving or saying a word. it almost feels innocent - too innocent, - with your legs straddling one of his thick, muscular thighs from all his years of volleyball and working out, his skin warm to the touch against yours where his shorts have hitched up.

atsumu knows what he’s doing to you, holding you in this position. he can feel it. he can feel the way your pussy’s been pulsing at the contact and gradually getting more hot, more sticky and wet. the fox is just waiting for you to snap and crumble, his bushy tail swaying as he does.

he tries to look unbothered, he really does but it’s difficult when golden eyes narrow at the television screen behind you, the tips of his pointed ears twitching every so often and the prominent, growing bulge in his shorts with your knee innocently - or not - pushed up against it.

“don’t move,” atsumu grumbles in an attempt to keep his composure. he’s inching closer and closer to just ripping those lace panties of yours off and pinning you into the couch but where’s the fun in that? he wants to see you squirm, to hear you beg for him in ways that fuel that smug ego of his.

it’s tempting for you to move just a little, to shuffle your hips under the premise of ‘adjusting your legs’ so that your knee would brush up against his length but you know that means also rubbing your clit against the muscle of his thigh. you’ve been trying not to move, refusing to play the fox’s cunning games but just to tease him…

atsumu hisses quietly under his breath, sharp golden eyes quick to flick to your face where you’re chewing on your lip. he studies the sudden flustered look on your face, you’ve never reacted like this to touching him and then his eyes trail down. there’s a small quiver to your thighs, your body reacting instinctively to the brush of your core against his thigh.

with a grin on his face, atsumu leans closer, the palm of his hand gliding up your thigh to your waist as he breathes hot into your ear, “do that again.”

it feels like a switch has been flipped, the two of you staring into each other’s eyes with some unspoken words before you roll your hips against his thigh, a whimper falling from your lips that has atsumu’s grin growing by the second. your eyes are starting to glaze over, trying to swallow your own noises as the fox watches you keenly. the hand on your hip guides your movements - back and forth, back and forth.

atsumu’s bushy tail swishes up in front of you when he notices how quick you’re crumbling, your arms wrapping around the fluff to keep your balance. atsumu’s fingers dig a little deeper into your flesh at this, intaking a sharp breath as your soft skin brushes over his fur, burying your face into the ginger of his tail as you mewl meekly.

he just can’t help, not when he’s watching you ride his thigh like such a good girl. his spare hand reaches for his shorts and tugs them down to free his long, heavy cock, standing at attention from merely how these past few minutes have digressed.

hazy eyes watch how his fingers wrap around his length, pumping in slow, languid motions as he thumbs at his tip, collecting the sparkling beads of precum with a sharp hiss. the hand on your waist tightens, rocking your hips against his thigh more desperately. the fox can’t help it anymore, he was having too much fun playing his games but the sight of you using his body to get off, falling apart right on his lap as you hug his tail…

it ignites a fire in him that he knows will burn until he feels satiated.

there’s a dark glint in the fox’s eyes and although you want to protest, already knowing where this night is going, all that falls from your glossy parted lips are moans. atsumu knows he has you exactly where he wants you now, tapping your waist as he guides one of your legs over his other thigh, settling you on his lap.

you whine, huffing and panting at what feels like an orgasm ripped from your very finger tips. there’s a coy look on atsumu’s face, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as he hooks two thick fingers into the fabric of your sodden panties and pulling them aside just enough for the tip of his cock to brush against your clit, collecting sweet juices he’ll have to lick up another day as he finally sinks his cock into your heat.

a sigh of relief exhales from your lips into the kiss, hips sinking down on him as your eyes roll back and atsumu groans at the sight. you’re pliant and putty in the fox’s hands, his tail curling around your body as he holds you against his chest, reeping the rewards of his very own little game with a smirk that make his canines barely visible.

fyi i could have kept going, i reeled myself in !! 🌷

AAAAKSKAKKSNDNSJSKSBDKDKD I AM NOT SAFE IN HERE ANYMORE MAN DOWN MAN DOWN I REPEAT

[envoyedeocean]

your shared bedroom is typically very quiet if you ignore the snuffs of breath your boyfriend exhales through his nose sometimes in concentration. tonight is a different matter, a completely different matter, actually. an otherwise peaceful space has been disrupted with four very distinct sounds; flesh slapping against flesh, the ringing of a cow bell, your partner’s grunts and the helpless moans that escape your plush lips.

your face is buried into the pillows, moans barely muffled by the fabric every time ushijima withdraws that abnormally long cock, heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit when he forces his way back in. you’d think it was his favourite pasttime to mount your smaller body, large calloused hands palming at any inch of your body he can - he particularly likes to grab at your ass, pulling the flesh of your cheeks apart so he can watch the sweet cunt he loves to breed so much struggle to fit every inch of that god forsaken cock of his.

the bell is a constant reminder of ownership, healthily of course. you’d gifted it to him barely two years into your relationship and he’d refused to part with it since. in your household, it’d become a familiar sound to hear it chiming as ushijima moves around. but when he’s clambering over your back, roughly trying to shove as much cock into you, it’s just a futile reminder that you’re not the one owning him.

“—jima!” you wail out, almost drowned out by his vocal grunts by your ear, his hot breath fanning across your skin. he’s either planning to bend your body in half or merge you with the mattress - either way, you’re feeling it in the morning.

he’ll continue until the pillows are damp with your drool and pretty crystalline tears, not a thought in your head other than the numerous loads of thick cum he’s dumped into your womb, filling you up like an unsatiated hunger. he’ll continue even if your legs are shaking and quivering, your body struggling to hold yourself up. he’ll continue even if he has to flip you onto your back, your hands grabbing at his shoulders and long protruding horns for some semblance of something to cling onto while you endure just another mating season with your beloved partner.

you wouldn’t change it for the world.

hybrid tuesday order no.1 !! 🌷

hoLY SHIT thank you so much for blessing me with some bull hybrid!ushi😭😭 i am so grateful u went through the lengths and feeding me like this. fuck but now you have given me such ushi brainrot that you plus others will have to hear me yell about !!

all i kno is this is how i b post-mating szn

[envoyedeocean]

despite it becoming just as much of a routine for you as it is for him, kageyama is still as stubborn as ever when it comes to mating season. if there’s one thing that cat is good at, it’s trying to withstand something for as long as possible by himself before he even thinks about coming to you.

he doesn’t last very long, of course.

it takes a mere day until he’s rutting his cock against the pillows, tail lashing around like crazy while his fluffy black ears pin back against his head of hair. he’s so desperate for you, so eager to fuck even just the tip of his cock into you.

and when you give in, laying the black cat on his back among tussled sheets he’d been frantically humping, there’s a gentle hiss that comes from him when your hand wraps around the base of his cock. it twitches in your grip, sensitive with beads of precum already dribbling down the side - he looks so precious like this.

he keeps hissing, grumbling as if he wasn’t just begging you to just milk his cock at least once for some sort of relief, the burning fever all over his body feeling like a searing heat until you touch him. “wipe that look off your face,” he comments moodily when you can’t help but grin smugly at his state. he’s quick to take back his bitter words when you unfurl your hands from his member, his long fingers fumbling to take your hand and guide it back in place.

tobio won’t let it be mentioned outside of the bedroom, especially not after mating season when his dignity (if he has any left) returns but he loves the way you pump his cock in languid strokes, so fluid when you wipe your thumb over the engorged tip. he’ll mewl and whine, all pathetic when he ruts his hips up into your hand.

don’t forget to wrap your lips around him just before he finishes, we can’t waste a single drop of kitten milk - after all, he did end up being such a good boy with those flushed cheeks and his eyes rolled back into his head.

nomnomnom !! 🌷

AW HELL NAH YO ASS TWEAKIN JIGSAW

[envoyedeocean]

it’s messy but he needs you to know just how much he loves you, playfully thrusting in and out of your sopping wet heat without even a second thought. there’s a lopsided grin on his face, hot breaths fanning on your face as he hovers barely inches from your lips, dark eyes staring down at them.

he captures your lips in a searing kiss, drinking in every sweet moan and cry that you let out - mentally you curse the stamina of volleyball players, your nails clawing along atsumu’s shoulders when he doesn’t let up. you’ve already came twice, your legs shaking as his large hands hold them up against his waist.

you are losing yourself in every sense of the word, all for your boyfriend, the very one who treats you like an utter princess outside of the bedroom. don’t get him wrong, it’s not like he doesn’t treat you like royalty in bed but there are times like these when he is purely desperate.

perhaps he lost a match or osamu texted him with some bullshit that hit a nerve the wrong way but you, his darling partner, remains at his side - devoted, just like him. so he has to prove it to you and he is determined to do just that.

“t-tsumu—c-can’t anymore—please—!” he’s evidently amused that you can piece together a coherent beg, his eyes glittering as he swallows up every word and bucks his hips at a slightly different angle. his cock hits your g-spot and god, god you wish you could wipe that look off his face as you’re tipped over the edge for a third time.

crystalline tears pool down your warm cheeks, overstimulated and sensitive as your entire body shakes and squirms underneath atsumu, crying out for his mercy. thankfully for you, the tight squeeze of your cunt around him makes him inhale a sharp breath, dragging him down with you as he frantically gives you a few more thrusts before he finishes, spilling every last drop into his princess’ greedy cunt.

“haah— that’s my girl,” he huffs, his thumbs swiping at the tear stains on your cheeks with a softer grin. his eyes trace your features, so so beautiful to him as dazed doe eyes blink up at him accompanied by swollen lips and the deep purple marks that litter your body, “gods you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby..”

first time writin’ for mr miya but… this is payback for the osamu tag earlier !! 🌷

WHEN I CATCH YOU ‼️I AM FUCKDINFBDKAJSBSJAKAKBDKSJS THIS IS ABSOKUTELY EVIL WICKED AND SINFUL— TO EVEN SEND THIS WHILE I WAS OUT IN PUBLIC OHHHHHHH MY GODDDJDNDNNDDKDMDMDKDKDKD

rocking back n forth bc i am NOT calm omg u devious lil sweetheart!!!! this made me feel so many things (see: tags) oh my fucking goodness i was absolutely not prepared for all of this I CJASKJSJJSS

I AM SMOOCHING U BUT ALSO STARING HARD AT YOU BC AAAAAAACCCKKKKKKKKKK THIS WAS BOTH A TREAT AND A MEAN PUNISHMENT‼️ ilysm i hope u and osamu get married hehehehe <3

[envoyedeocean]

“stay still, tsuki.” you grumble to the lanky blond as he shuffles ever so slightly again underneath you. you swear he does it on purpose, a sliver of a smirk adorning pale pink lips as his eyes trace the way your face scrunches up in concentration - after all it’s a very daunting job to be assigned.

long fingers massage at the flesh of your thighs, the very ones straddling his lap before they slide further up, resting on your hips. he’s more than amused, watching the way you almost jut your lower lip out into a pout.

“i’m not doing anything,” he comments slyly, clicking his tongue as he obeys your commands, given in non-verbal gestures so that you can carefully place a contact on his eye, “what’s that look for, princess?”

“you know what it’s for—“ you start to retort but your words are cut short when tsukishima pushes your hips flush against his, halting the way you’re reaching the second contact. you scowl but there’s a soft noise that comes from you in surprise that tsukishima unfortunately doesn’t miss.

“do i know?” tsukishima hums, the dangerous glint in his eyes warning your next words. you sit with bated breath, heat pooling in your lower abdomen the longer your hips sit against him, the urge to rock growing stronger than the urge to slap him.

“you’re thinking too hard,” he suddenly sighs, clicking his tongue again in response to your silence, “i need the other contact to be able to see, dumbass.”

this motherfucker.

hi there sweetheart, happy saturday !! 🌷

YOU !!

[envoyedeocean]

“what’s wrong, kitty?” the ginger grins, canines bare as they poke at his plump lower lip. he’s more than amused - where was all the backchat you’d been giving him a few moments ago? “something got your tongue?”

your soft ears pin back but ajax finds himself unsure what emotion you’re displaying with your face buried in the pillows, mewls coming out of his favourite feline as the fox pins you to your shared bed. he can’t see the way your eyes roll back when he drags his hips, almost completely removing himself before slamming back in.

he does see how your tail flows up your back, sitting in the curve of your spine as you arch your ass into the air ever-so-slightly before slim hands are pushing your hips back down to the mattress. his bushy tail teases up your thighs, tickling and almost feathering over your heat. it takes him a lot of restraint to not wag his tail whenever it comes to torturing you like this.

your nails claw and cling at the pillows, sodden from your drool and tears when this goes on for hours. you had the audacity to bite back after all, even when you knew that the fox was much more cunning than you could ever be. he was ready at all points in time, lurking and waiting for even just one slip up on your behalf so he could tear you apart, limb for limb.

ajax drags his fangs across the bare of your shoulder, leaning over you as he pants close to your ears - he notices them twitching in response, “cmon, purr for me baby.”

happy thursday miss risu !! signed with love, 🌷

head in hands rn tulip nonnie…this broke me severely tysm for the good food and happy friday <3

[envoyedeocean]

your small noises are muffled by the firm, calloused hand clasped over your mouth. your lips brush against the worn fabric of the bandages tightly woven around his palm, pretty dazed eyes glittering up at him in the faint light that slips underneath the closet door.

“you think i was just going to let you get away with that?” blade grumbles lowly with another sharp thrust up into your heat. your legs tighten around his waist in response, eyes rolling back, “just because we’re not home yet..”

did elio’s script foresee this? blade’s jealousy, the way he couldn’t stand to see kafka cosy herself up to you and softly praise you every time he brought you to the stellaron hunters’ headquarters, the way he dragged you into the nearest closet and ripped off sodden, flimsy lace panties within seconds just to bury himself into your cunt.

you do wonder.

you shake your head desperately against his hand, wanting to beg and plead for his forgiveness — “daddy i would never!” broken up by pathetic little moans, unable to keep yourself together in a public place. you truly didn’t mean to get him jealous by any means but now that you had struck a nerve, it would definitely be in future plans, future ways to tick him off just enough that he’ll ravage your pussy anywhere.

yet despite his anger and frustration, a part of him is still gentle. his spare hand cradles the back of your head, ensuring that every bump of his thrusts that would otherwise knock your head against the wall is cushioned as his hot breath fans over your face, trapping you against the aforementioned wall with his mere body.

“you’re mine,” he mutters with a growl - he’s close, his hips keep stuttering but there are voices getting closer, familiar feminine ones. suddenly, he retracts his hand from your mouth and you gasp for breath, “let them know that.”

hi there, little lamb 💕 signed with love, 🌷

jealous bladie jealous bladie !!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hhururhghehrgghh the fact that i have been ignoring my wips of him and focus more on other faves . . . . hehe . . . he caught me ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა butbut having THE kafka praises me . . . 🥺🥺 i want to be sandwiched btween them!!!! and the little himt of daddy kink . . . oh my oh my (,,>﹏<,,) also i went aww at the paragraph of him still being gentle despite the jealousy 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and and the ending omgee >/////< iiiiiiii am not very good at keeping my voice down . . . !!!! ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

tulip nonnie . . . just kno that i read this to sleep and after i wake up >< once life gets less hectic . . rubs hands evilly expect revenge!!!! ;3

[envoyedeocean]

“that’s my girl,” you wish you could wipe that smug look off his face, the slight stubble of it scratchy as he leans to press a wet kiss to your jaw, “ain’t you takin’ me so well today?”

the burn in your thighs says otherwise, your tight heat wrapped around him in almost a vice-like grip as you slowly lower yourself onto him - inch by inch, little by little. the worst part is wriothesley definitely seems to be enjoying the view.

a large, calloused hand reaches up to brush a thumb over the perked bud of your breast, sensitive from his previous sucking and pulling and you instinctively arch your chest further into his touch. wriothesley lets out a low chuckle of amusement, leaning back in his office chair as finally, you bottom him out inside your cunt.

“atta girl… trust my baby to do it all on her own,” he breathes, icy eyes trained on the way his cock has completely disappeared in you. you’re quivering on his lap, unable to find the strength to raise your hips to start a rhythm, “let daddy help now.”

moments later, his hips buck upwards in a way that has the tip of his cock kissing your womb and you fall forward, delicate hands placed on a firm chest coated in threads of dark hair. you’re falling apart already, trembling as you let out breathy moans and squeaks close to his ear.

wriothesley growls, almost animalistic as he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder before him. strong hands grip your waist, bouncing your smaller body down on him until you’re seeing stars.

yes, you did a good job for him… now let him take care of you.

happy thursday nunu !! remember to hydrate 💕 signed with love, 🌷

nonnie ( >//<) ꕤ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . i passed out seeing this in my inbox. you’re far too kind and lovely working so hard to deliver gifts to so many of us! i’m smooching you all over your face 🩷 please remember to take care of yourself first and enjoy the lovely day ahead of us! and i will definitely need to hydrate after reading lol is it “riding the duke’s cock” thursday or what…?

[envoyedeocean]

legs spread, leaning back in his favourite armchair with his tie tugged down - the definition of a good evening to do something other than work. that is, of course, including the fact that he was definitely being spoiled right now.

your knees may be hurting, a slight ache in your calves and thighs as you kneel in the tucked space between his muscular thighs but the sight of his slacks discarded, his cock standing tall and his glasses nowhere to be seen was more than worth it.

“so pretty…” kento sighs softly, a large hand cupping your cheek as his thumb rubs over your lips. the pad of his thumb catches the wet of your drool, glossy eyes still locked on his cock like a dog waiting for a bone, “go on, darling, you’ve waited long enough.”

it takes mere seconds and a long stripe licked up the vein of his cock before your lips wrap around his length. you hollow your cheeks, the lewdest little slurps echoing into the quiet lounge as kento’s precise eyes watch your every move.

a calloused hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, caressing as a smug glint sparkles in that piercing gaze. kento nanami has you exactly where he wants you and that’s all that will ever matter.

this is my first time ever writing for jjk… you made me break out of my bubble for this one which is why it’s so short !! signed with love, 🌷

WHAT THE FUCK???????? this is incredible, i'm a blubbering mess right now!!!!!!

i need this man's dick in my throat STAT!! or i'm gonna d*e!!!!!!! TT

thank you, this is absolutely stunning, i think i know who this is teehee <3

[envoyedeocean]

there’s a fresh floral aroma carrying around your shared kitchen, another blooming bouquet of flowers presented neatly in your favourite vase on the table. all in all, your husband seems quite proud of himself from where he stands, leaned up against the door frame with a smug look on his face.

he’s dressed in a white dress shirt, ironed with not a crease to be seen - although it should be noted the buttons are definitely clinging on for dear life, almost bursting at the seams from the mere size of your husband’s chest - and his sleeves folded up neatly to his elbows. you don’t miss the fleeting look those warm golden eyes send down your body as jing yuan finally lets out a low whistle.

“i’m almost astonished that i can call you my wife,” he murmurs when he crosses the kitchen to hook a thick arm around your waist, roping you into his side with a dramatic sigh, “not a day goes by where you are not absolutely gorgeous.”

you click your tongue, a dainty hand placed on his chest with freshly decorated nails - ones that jing yuan doesn’t fail to notice, after all he’s the one sliding the dollars into your bank account so you can walk around with such pretty nails - and your husband grins.

“i’m starting to wonder if you take moments like these to try woo me so i look away from the things you teach little yanqing.” you comment and it’s like you hit jackpot when jing yuan’s smile falters, his fingers firmly pressing into your hip as he leans to press a kiss to your blonde hair.

“well… that’s a perk,” he grumbles, regretfully so as his plans to make you turn a blind eye are foiled but he’s quick to smile again, a devious sparkle in his eyes, “i’m just basking in the fact that i can call you, darling, my missus.”

much shorter than anticipated & late too because i was busy on the day but happy anniversary to my fave couple ever !! i hope you both had a fab day !! signed with love, 🌷

wait hold on i am going to cry…………..this was so cute nonnie please???? what did i do to deserve such a sweet message about me and That Man ☹️☹️☹️ y’all spoil me so much !! the detail of his dress shirt being almost too small lmfaomakdjxjxjjd and the little bit of dialogue is too cute !!!! oh nonnie you’re so kind to meeee thank you thank you !! ♥️

[envoyedeocean]

“need this so bad,” the ginger whines as his lips place another sloppy kiss on your inner thigh, his cold nose bumping the skin the closer he gets to your heat, “let me.”

you part your lips to speak, unsure of what your response would even be to the male but there’s a sharp sting as fangs breach your skin, piercing through like a sheet of paper and he moans. it’s lewd, almost a groan as he drinks the precious liquid that drips from the wound, his tongue lapping up any droplets that escape.

shaking hands find ginger locks, pulling and tugging at the strands in desperation. all this attention, this burning feeling in your abdomen and yet he is not there, not where you need it all the most. you whine, pants for breath escaping parted lips, “j-jax— please—”

he grins, fangs retracting as he pulls away to give a gentle kiss to your newest punctures, your thighs littered in them.

“what a good appetiser,” he breathes, hot breath fanning over your cunt as he leans closer. blue eyes stay trained on your face, twinkling in amusement from where he lays between your thighs, “i guess i should eat my dinner now, huh?”

hello there miss risu <3 🌷

hello/@&;;??? hello ‼️🧌

me to you rn

[envoyedeocean]

you attend every car meet as a supportive partner for your boyfriend, dressed so prettily in short skirts and neon accessories. he’d never fail to praise how drop dead gorgeous you are - his own little cheerleader.

in between drifting tight street corners and racing the other drivers through the suburbs, argenti’s long locks that you both adore equally become a tad messy for the otherwise elegant man - who during the day works a completely differing job where no one would suspect he was a street racer, by any means.

that’s why he’d taken to tieing his hair up, keeping it in a high ponytail save for a few fiery strands that frame his handsome face whenever he’s inside his car.

you certainly had no qualms with this.

not when you stand excitedly by the finish line, waiting to see that familiarly decorated car speed past and the wind of it blowing up your skirt. he parks and you hurry over with the biggest grin, so sweet and innocent as your long-term boyfriend gets out the driver’s seat.

for a moment - just a brief moment - before he pulls the ponytail free and shakes his red mane out, you’re reminded of a very familiar setting, seeing his hair tied up so neat.

it’s almost just like the ponytails his hair is held in when his head is between your plush thighs, beautiful green eyes peering up at you in amusement as you squirm and writhe from his hot breath alone - he finds it endearing, his tongue darting out to lap at your sticky folds and he groans. gods, you taste so fucking good.

and you’ll always mewl, rolling your pussy up against his face to the point where his nose bumps your clit while he slurps so messily on your juices, truly enjoying himself as his soft hands hold your trembling thighs apart. he’ll mumble sweet praises into your cunt; what a good cheerleader you are for him, how pretty you always look dolled up to see him.

argenti notices the glossed over look in your eyes as you stare up at him, clearly in your own world as he spots quiver in your thighs and he smirks, gesturing his head in the direction of his car.

“come, darling. i think dinner is in order,” he muses as you turn to walk to the passenger side, not before his arm slithers around your waist and pulls you close to him so he can whisper into your ear, “and i for one am extremely ravished.”

he lets you go, watching the sparkle in your eyes as he winks and opens the passenger door for you.

happy 100 baby, you deserve it <3 🌷

WAAAA!2!:&:&/!!!!!! omg omgomg omgwaited until m' was finally free ta finally read tis && <//3 ouchouchouch streetracer argennie u can't do tis to me !:!;!! " his own little cheerleader " yep tht's me hai hai helloooo 🌹 umm but u caught m' real bad with pony tail like dn't get me strted . N U SNEAKIN' ORAL IN ?!??? MISS TULIP U?!:!;! gosh tis is simply too much lik whut if i died ?? it would b ur fault !! all ur fault ! ໒꒰˵> ˕ <˵꒱১ cherishing tis close to m heart <3 wuv u wyv u wuv u !!!

[envoyedeocean]

argenti is a man of loyalty, he makes that very much clear. he’s a knight of beauty after all, worshipping idrila so heavily that some may mistake his role as a knight. however those who know argenti know very well that he is a man who honours those who are also loyal - you fit that so well. what does this get you? well, his worship, of course.

“you know… beauty is a fickle thing, my love,” the redhead murmurs as he plants kisses onto the bare skin of your chest, his body free from plates of heavy armour as he sinks against your body, “yet you become the definition every time i lay eyes on you.”

you want to roll your eyes at his words but you’re distracted by the sudden, wet tickle of his tongue swiping over a sensitive bud, gentle hands fondling at the mounds as he looks up at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

“call it hearsay, darling… or call me a heretic,” he lowers himself, trailing kisses down your midriff to your naval. your breath hitches on instinct, plush thighs spreading so obediently in anticipation, “but i love you… and you deserve this at the very least.”

his fingers work at kneading your inner thighs, watching as you tremble and quiver in response. your hands tangle in his red locks and with a smug smirk, the man lowers his head to lick a stripe up your sensitive heat, swirling his tongue around your clit as he collects the sweet nectar he craves so bad into his mouth.

“g-genti—” you whine, rolling your hips up against him and the man merely watches, burying his face into your puffy folds as he eats as if he’s starved, his fingertips massaging your thighs so lovingly, you’re almost definitely seeing stars - or maybe that’s just the pleased sparkle in his eyes looking back at you.

this was my first time ever writing for him … cries ! 🌷

hai beenhoggin tis for sum days && screamin everycouple minz abt it !'??:?;!! ꒰ˆ‎꜆‪⸝⸝⸝⸝‎꜀ˆ꒱ cuz u did NAWT !!! nd xixi rlly means NAWT need tew do tis ! ! ! u wnt m dead ! so giggly beyond belief ! ! imso weakk im sooo weak >.< waaaa ! ! ! ! " yet you become the definition every time i lay eyes on you. " tummi flips . butterflies travelin evrywhere ! ! my heart 's flutterin' soo much oh miss tulip when mi gets u >__< ! ! ! how culd u do tis ! . . sniflin and wailin' . . o(╥﹏╥)o wuv u miss tulip, dun tink tis cub will recovr !

[envoyedeocean]

“how are you feeling today?” his voice murmurs as you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, a large hand trailing down from your shoulder blades to rest on the small of your back.

there’s a soft noise and wriothesley feels the faint touch of your eyelashes fluttering on his skin. a smile graces his face, his calloused fingertips rubbing the bare skin of your lower back when he hitches your pajama top up ever so slightly.

“still rough.” you mumble in response. your husband nods in understanding, resting his head back on the feather filled pillows of your shared bed. it wasn’t easy, watching his wife struggle so often with chronic illness and he wished that the fortress didn’t keep him away for so long sometimes.

“sigewinne sends her regards, you know.” he breaks the silence again after a few breaths. he knows you’re listening closely to the beat of his heart, that is racing just a little at the contact he has with you after so much time away that was filled with nothing but boring paperwork and frustrating criminals.

you hum sleepily, the warmth radiating from your husband’s body coaxing you into a peaceful sleep, finally. wriothesley lets out a sigh of relief, his spare hand reaching up to brush strands of stray blonde hair from your face before his thumb rubs at your cheeks, watching the paler white path that is left behind at the pressure on your rosy cheeks.

he admires you, tucked into his side under loose bedsheets on an otherwise dull night in the middle of fontaine’s spring. what he’d failed to mention during dinner is that his surprise visit today was lasting more than twenty-four hours, that his visit was a week long just so that the duke could linger close by your side and keep these precious memories even closer to his heart.

hope you’re feeling better soon, darling !! 🌷

sniffles sndifnsjvsus sniffle sniffle asdfghjkl . . . my beloved 🌷 anon! (seriously who keeps on summoning you all, there’s a whole army of the sweetest anons gifting people surprises like it’s christmas all year round)

the way i read this tucked in my bed, already tired and ohhhhh . . . it would be so amazing to have wriothesley next to me :( he would take most of the space on the mattress, but that’s okay… big warm man next to me . . .

also, udhhffnnm people actually read my silly talking posts and tags besides fics ? uuuueeeueue the details you described got me pierced straight into my heart :( thank you, you kind soul 🥺

i’m already saving it to my secret vault of gifts where i can reread them whenever i need to, shooop ! it’s in my pocket now :’3

and i wish you a lovely and healthy week ahead in return, may you enjoy tastiest snacks and comfiest dreams! 🩷