#hes inviting her and she's gently indulging💕💕💕

[sleepipipi]

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[LADS] Womb

[ember-owlet]

Could I pretty please request you write something self indulgent for yourself lil owlet? 🐇💕

a/c: aaa you're too kind bun, providing me with gold mines of asks?? thank you, i sincerely hope i can deliver ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ the context for these headcanons is because it's my birthday today and i would like some comfort from my fictional cgs. this is purely self-indulgent (per bun's request /lh /teasing) and will be handled so!

birthday headcanons w/ ember's fictional cgs

dynamic: cgs! donna beneviento and pamela isely x fem! regressor! reader

content warnings: mentions of birthday anxiety, light mentions of neglect, light mention of alcohol (in a celebratory context) ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

donna beneviento

donna would understand the anxiety that comes with birthdays. having an entire day centered around you would understandably have The Lady Beneviento nervous herself. she still finds ways throughout the day to spoil you, bringing you around the village with her to pick out a special outfit and fabrics for your gifts.

she'd tell you that despite what you have been through, that you are worthy of having your special days remembered, and that she would make sure that the rest of your birthdays would be celebrated with the people you love.

though she asked them first to make sure that a small celebration would be alright, donna would prepare a birthday dinner for her little one, inviting the other lords and Mother Miranda to honor her.

she'd have the house decorated (mostly with the help of the other dolls that angie bossed around but she said she did it so you'd have to let her) with streamers and an assortment of candles, the other lords waiting with their own specialized gifts

you come downstairs with the dimitrescu sisters phasing in and around you, chattering amongst each other to make sure your dinner attire fit perfectly for all to see.

salvatore bounces on his tippy toes; gift in hand he runs up to give you a tight embrace. "happy birthday minnow!!" he squeals, quickly placing the damp box into your hands before descending back to sitting with the other lords.

mother miranda would bring a crow held in a golden cage that was formed from one of her feathers. she had trained it to watch over you while you're out of the village, a reminder that you're never too far from home. the crow squawks as its beady eyes stare into yours, happy to see its newfound companion.

alcina would of course bring a bottle of her delicately aged wine to sample, congratulating you on another landmark of your life and that she's pleased to see how you've grown. she would look over to donna and remark about how well she'd been taking care of her little doll.

karl would gift you a mechanical rocking horse, built in with lifelike sounds with each motion. he would rustle your hair, wishing you a happy birthday while remarking the date itself isn't what matters, its how and when you'd like to acknowledge how far you've come.

salvatore's gift would include a set of tapes with videos of you and everyone, compiled together with a sweet message at the end telling you that today is about you and that he'd love to spend another day hanging out together so he can celebrate his favorite niece.

donna would create a special pair of plushies with interchangeable mechanisms so that with a pull of a string they could recite and reenact your favorite bedtime stories, complete with her and the other lords voices to bring your novels to life.

pulling the string the soft friend would spring to life, giving a short bow before opening its mouth. you hear the familiar voice of your caretaker.

"i hope you know how special you are to me dolcezza, happy birthday."

pamela isley

pamela holds you as you cry into her side, stroking your hair gently as she responds in whispers to your distress. "i'm here, i'm here. breathe, tulip. we aren't going anywhere you don't want to."

you could feel the vines trailing up from your back to cradle the both of you in a floral nest. as she rocked you you were overwhelmed by guilt. it's your birthday, and you're spending it with the one person who had been treating you so well while crying. you try to push out a sentence further than babbling but it frustrates you further, as past experiences with babbling or silence oftentimes had you punished.

pamela quickly shushes you, understanding your efforts and bringing you further into her arms as she rocked you. "i'm not going to let them take this day from you."

she stretched her hands outwards to summon a small white flower into your view.

"it's chamomile, it'll help to calm you. breathe it in kid. i've got you." the sweet and herbal scent wafts into your senses, pamela bringing her hand to your chest to let you feel the rising and falling of your chest.

there was so much that pammy wished she could do, and if she could do as she pleased she would give certain people a taste of her mind. a freshly picked bouquet of human flowers would do the trick for her. but here you were, and more than anything you needed for her to be there. so, instead of going on a rampage, that's what she'd do.

waiting for your body to come back to a steady rhythm she'd pull you away to dry the tears from your eyes. "you don't have to think about anything right now. just get some rest and we'll figure out what to do later on."

hours later you'd wake up to find a small terracotta pot filled with fertilizer sitting on your lap, written into the pot itself would have the words: "flower, meet me in the garden. bring a cup of water."

transitioning to the outside you see a blooming orchestra before your eyes, a beautiful symphony of various species of flora. in the center of the rings stood a hole in the patch of grass and a collection of uprooted violets outstretched to you beside it. as you counted them you realized that it equaled your new age.

scooping the lively bouquet you placed them into its new home, covering the exposed roots with the mixture of dirt and fertilizer.

you stood up to admire the violets as pammy crashed into you, bringing you into a squeeze from behind that nearly knocks the cup of water out of your hands.

twirling her hand through the slit of your side the violets began to grow in size and strength, perfectly aligned to resemble a row of birthday candles.

she snuggled you tight, walking together closer towards them as she placed a kiss to your cheek. "happy birthday flower. make a wish."

you shut your eyes tight, the feeling of tears beginning to well up in your throat before lightly blowing on the violets. they swayed in the wind joyously to mark the occasion.

opening your eyes a small homemade cake was held in front of you, pamela providing you with comfort in the form of a gentle smile. "flower, you were brought into a world that withered your very foundations with its weeds. today and every year thereafter will be a new uprooting, and i will nurture and care for you to thrive just the same. you deserve to bloom just like the rest, and be admired for your beauty and strength."

bringing her into another hug, you let out a sigh of relief as tears filled your eyes. being surrounded by the beauty of nature and a loving presence by your side, this was certainly a birthday you'd never forget.

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

5 Minutes | Keiji Akaashi

Pairing: Keiji Akaashi x f!reader

Prompt/summary: When you were planning on going out to dinner with your friend, you promised Keiji that the two of you would spend the rest of the night together when you got home. Maybe cuddle, maybe watch a movie, whatever he wanted, but before you could even make it out the door, your husband had stolen your attention away from the excitement to see your friend and instead pulled you in to continue kissing him 

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings/contents: Half-smut: Oral (sucking Akaashi off), fingering, mentions of future sex, groping, some ball stimulation/groping. Mild language, fluff  

Notes: In this chapter, you and Akaashi are both 26 years old and married! The masterlist for the 5 minutes series in in the name if you would like to go and check out the other characters that I’ll be posting! I hope that you enjoy this chapter 💕

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Minute 5

The clock was ticking across the room, second by second telling you that it was time for you to go. Truth be told, you were supposed to leave 3 minutes ago, but after a long day of working around the apartment and your volunteer hours this morning at the pound, you were craving to see Keiji. Unfortunately, he had gotten home a little bit late from work tonight because his boss needed him for a few extra things. Tonight you were meeting up with an old friend you hadn’t seen since high school and Akaashi was going to be staying home while you went out to dinner with her.

But after the day the two of you had, neither of you exactly wanted you to leave.

You’d indulged in the desire to stay for another minute and kiss your husband. His lips were so soft, so inviting when he sent you a little smile as you walked out of the bedroom in a simple pair of dark jeans and a cream colored sweater. You hadn’t thought you’d looked all that extraordinary, though Keiji had seemed to differ with his thoughts. By now, you should have already had your shoes on and been heading to the car for this fashionably late timing to be acceptable, but instead you were beneath Keiji on the couch, a hand buried in his soft, fluffy hair and his glasses pushed up against his head.

The kiss was slow but needy. His hand was beneath your shirt, his fingers teasing your nipple and earning sweet sounds from you into the kiss every now and then. You knew that you had to go, but you didn’t want to. You missed your friend and you were excited to see her, but Keiji was too enticing to say no to even if he wasn’t really doing anything. Sure, he’d ended up on top of you, though he was pushed up on his knee and giving the space for you to move away at any time that you wanted. It was just something that you didn’t want.

Keiji suddenly broke the kiss and leaned down, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your jaw before you leaned your head back and gave him space to kiss along your neck while you caught your breath. You peeked over at the clock and licked your lips, too lost in the feeling of Keiji’s lips gently kissing along your skin and rubbing himself against you to even care that you were going to be later than fashionably late like you had often times been based off of your inability to be on time— ever.

It was a thing you’d always tried to work on, but you were always no less than 3-5 minutes late to everything. As troublesome as Keiji had found it when he was younger, it had inevitably been something he grew rather fond of. He thought it was cute when you showed up to dates he didn’t pick you up for a few minutes late with an apologetic smile and a cute hairstyle.

Your fingers twirled a stray hair of Keiji’s around your finger as you tore your eyes away from the clock and licked your lips. In your own head, you gave yourself a deadline. In less than 5 minutes, you were going to be heading out of the door. Even if you were late or she was a bit upset, the urge to kiss Keiji and continue being with him now after a long day of being apart was too much. You’d had to leave home earlier than normal this morning for the pound, leaving you out of bed and already there by time Keiji woke up to get ready to go to work.

So instead of having a few minutes shared in the morning to cuddle back into your husband and wake up together, you were dealing with feisty cats and loud dogs. You loved volunteering at the pound, but not more than you loved the way Keiji would curl closer to you in his sleep when you kissed his forehead.

Keiji’s fingers pinched your nipple and made you moan, only making the throbbing in his boxers worsen as he slid his hand out of your shirt and put it down on the sofa to steady himself as he pulled away from your neck.

“Do you need to go?” He asked, licking his lips as he pushed himself up and away from you, peeking down at you and reaching over to cup your face in his hand. You shook your head, leaning into his touch after he brushed a few stray hairs away from your face.

“I can stay for a few more minutes.” You said, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He smiled, leaning in and kissing you back. You slid your hand around his side, as it had previously been resting on his waist, and cupped the obvious erection in his pants in your hand. He gave a soft moan as you groped at him over his jeans, leaning closer to you in the meantime.

Minute 4

You fiddled with the button on your husbands pants, sliding it through and giving you the chance to push your hand down into his clothes to grope at his erection beneath his boxers. He shifted on top of you, a soft moan coming from him as you gently started to slide your hand along his shaft. Keiji’s lips left your own with a soft moan as he pressed his forehead to yours and licked his lips.

You gave a cute laugh beneath your breath and watched his eyes flutter open while you stroked his cock inside of his pants. He sent you a little smile and cupped your face in his hand, something you quickly leaned into, and lightly stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“It feels so good when you touch me like that, darling.” He whispered, sounding a bit desperate as he gently rocked his hips against your hand.

“Do you want me to do more than touch you?” You asked, knowing that Keiji wouldn’t ask you to do as little as touch his cock. Being so into pleasuring you, Keiji had never really cared that much if you sucked him off or not. Of course he enjoyed it and he wouldn’t ever turn you down if you willingly offered, but it wasn’t something he often times asked for. There might have been a few times when he was beyond desperate, but he always paid you back very well when he was between your legs afterwards.

He seemed to hesitate for a second, slowly licking his lips as he thought about your mouth being around his cock.

“Do you want to?” You smiled a bit, knowing this sort of answer already; he was a very direct kind of man, and over time with him you had learned that when he would avoid giving a direct answer to questions like this or asking you if it was what you wanted to do usually meant that it was what he wanted, but he was too embarrassed to ask or felt bad for saying yes.

“I do.” You said, moving a bit as you slid your hand out of his pants. “Here, sit down.” He nodded, moving off of you and sitting back on the sofa while you scooted closer to the man. You smiled, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you reached down and slid his cock out of his boxers. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before taking the head into your mouth.

There was a fair amount of pre-cum beading up even though you had rubbed some of it away when you were stroking his cock in his pants. You sucked gently as you took more of him into your mouth and slid your tongue around his shaft. Keiji moaned, resting his hand down on your hair and gently rubbing your head with his thumb.

“Oh, baby— it feels so good.” He said quietly, dare you think a bit breathlessly, as you sucked harder on his shaft. You knew the chances of making Akaashi cum before you needed to leave were low, but as you peeked at the clock, you knew you wanted to give it a shot. You gave a soft hum as his cockhead touched the back of your throat, having built up a good resistance to it because you were fond of sucking on Keiji’s cock.

You reached down and slid your fingers into his pants, shifting a bit so that you could cup your hand around Keiji’s balls and making the man give a shaky moan. He’d always been sensitive there and you were always using that to your advantage to make him squirm and moan as well as making him cum faster than he often times did. You just couldn’t help the urge to make him whine when he was always making you whine.

Minute 3

Keiji gave a soft moan as he slid his hand across your ass, giving it a light squeeze while you sucked on his cock and occasionally squeezed his balls that were resting in your palm. He shifted on the sofa, getting a bit more comfortable and giving you more access as well as making it easier for him to reach around with his fingers and undo the button on your jeans.

You could have cared less as you focused on sucking on his cock and earning more sweet moans from the man as he pulled your jeans down a little bit. He licked his lips, glancing at you as he reached his fingers up and rubbed at your clit. You gave a soft moan, making it feel better for the man as you sucked on his shaft and slowly pulled back until you were only sucking on his cockhead. You swirled your tongue around the slit in the tip of his cock and made the entire man’s body shiver beneath your touch.

While you were busy squeezing his balls and licking his slit in a teasing manner and driving the man wild in the best way possible, Keiji curled two fingers around your panties and rubbed against your entrance.

“Mmm, baby, you’re so wet.” He said, making your cheeks flush a bit. It was always obvious, but merely kissing Keiji had always gotten you. It had always made you squirm and give little moans against his lips. Not to mention, if he were to do just the right thing like grind himself against you or tease your nipples, it always made you wet, and he had done just that tonight.

You chose to stay quiet and continue to tease him, earning more soft moans that made you even wetter around his two fingers that pushed easily inside of you and started to pump in and out at a slow pace. You pulled back, sliding your tongue along his shaft and earning a moan from the man at the sensation before you took him back into your mouth and pushed him as deep as you could, gagging yourself as you reached the base of his cock before pulling back a little bit and sucking hard on his shaft.

It was a quiet and sexual moment between the two of you that was slow enough to be as pure as it always was when it came to sexual interactions between you and Keiji, but quick enough to bring both of you pleasure. Keiji moaned, moving his fingers a little bit faster inside of your pussy and making you moan more around his cock. It was hard not to gag on his cock as you took more of him down your throat, testing the resistance that you had built up with the time you’d been with the man.

You shifted on the sofa cushions, moaning around him as his cock bumped against the back of your throat again. His fingers were buried deep inside of you, making you moan more as he rubbed inside of you. You weren’t so close to cumming, though it had been over a week and a half since the two of you had sex and you were craving to feel more of him again. The last time that you’d had sex with him, it was storming horribly. In fact there were several times that the two of you had stopped and wondered if maybe instead of having sex you should have been looking at the storm forecast, but at the end of the day you were both aching for each other too much and you ended up indulging in the urge to feel each other.

It hadn’t been smart, but right now wasn’t exactly your smartest moment either. You were supposed to be gone, meeting your friend for dinner while Keiji kept himself busy around the apartment, but instead you were too busy sucking on Keiji’s cock that you didn’t even care what time it was anymore. As you thought about looking over and seeing, Keiji’s fingers curled inside of you and distracted you.

Minute 2

You gave a moan around his shaft at the sudden curl of his fingers, curling your toes and leaning in to gag around his cock on purpose, making your husband give a louder moan as you squeezed his balls at the same time. You tried to swallow around his cock to keep the spit that was sliding from your mouth and down his shaft to a minimum, but it had been hard and only elicited another moan from Keiji as his cock twitched in your mouth.

It was a strange sensation that you swore you’d never get used to, but you had always liked the way his cock twitched, whether it be in your mouth or while you were stroking him.

You looked over, peeking at the clock the best that you could while his cock was still in your mouth, and frowning at what time it was. You’d told yourself that you would leave in 5 minutes 3 minutes ago, and you were sad at the thought of having to leave before making the man cum or being able to cum yourself. You were hoping that when you got home he might still be awake and in the mood.

Keiji’s fingers curled inside of you again as he pumped them a bit faster. The man leaned into you more, giving your hair a gentle tug when you groped at his balls and gagged around his cockhead that pushed deeper down your throat.

You shifted on the sofa, trying not to slide your teeth along his shaft and moaning as he brought you close to an orgasm that you knew you weren’t going to be able to reach. You curled your toes more, peeking at the clock again and furrowing your eyebrows up. You were disappointed that the hand was moving so fast around the clock with each passing second, but you knew you’d have to leave eventually.

You knew you were going to miss Keiji while you were gone, but you were still excited to go and see your friend. The feeling of his cock twitching in your mouth stole your attention away from your thoughts again as you squeezed his balls and made the man let out a bit of a whiny moan. Keiji bit his lip and looked at your ass as you squirmed on your knees and hummed around his cock.

Keiji gave a moan as he fingered you quickly. Your pussy clenched around his fingers while the man edged you closer to your orgasm. You swore that sucking on his cock was more fun when you weren’t supposed to be, such as when he was driving, while he was working at home or even cooking. It was fun to be inappropriate when you weren’t supposed to be, always finding a certain pleasure in quickies in public restrooms or in the locker room after a volleyball match back in your last year at high school.

An absentminded kiss from the man was placed to your hip as he leaned down, resting his forehead against your body for a second and moaning as you sucked hard on his shaft and slowly pulled all the way back until his cock fell from your mouth with a crisp ‘pop’ that alerted the man you were most likely going to go soon. He slid his fingers out of your pussy, watching as you sat up and smiled at him while you pulled your pants up.

He returned your smile, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking them off while you buttoned your jeans back up and fixed your hair quickly. He rubbed his fingers off on his jeans and gave a soft sigh as he looked at you.

Minute 1

“Are you going to leave now?” He asked, watching as you hesitantly nodded.

“Yeah, I have to go.” You said, shifting on your knees and leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips while you helped him put his cock back into his pants and buttoned them back up for him. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” You said, standing up and stretching your body out. “If you want to wait for me…” You trailed off, making the man smile as he got up and nodded.

“I think I can wait as long as you need.” You sent him a smile, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips before hesitantly pulling back.

“You shouldn’t have to wait any longer than an hour and a half or so. I should be home by 7:30 at the latest.”

“Be safe, alright?” He said, watching as you nodded before grabbing your coat and starting to slide your arms through.

“I promise,” you said, leaning down to start putting your shoes on as Keiji grabbed your purse and car keys off of the counter. You sent the man a smile and took the keys, pushing them into your pocket and taking the purse a second later. “Thank you, my love.” You said after he handed you the bag. You grabbed your phone out of your bag to text your friend and let her know that you were going to be running a little bit late.

“You’re welcome, darling.” He watched as you took your phone out, trying to decide what to have for dinner as a distraction of how badly his cock was aching in his jeans and how badly he wanted to feel more of you. How badly he had wanted to cum in your mouth only grew the more you sucked on him, but just as he felt like he could cum within the next couple of minutes or even as little as a few sucks, you had to leave. As disappointing as it was, he knew you had to go and he wouldn’t dare be the reason you were any later than you already were going to be. “I’ll see you soon.” He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your head. You looked up and smiled as you clicked your messages button.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.” You said, kissing his lips. He smiled and kissed you back quickly before you leaned away and looked down at your phone.

“Take your time and have fun with your friend.” He said, waiting for you to leave before he went to find food and ignore the throbbing in his pants.

“I think it’ll be a lot of fun, but I’m going to miss you.” You said, opening your conversation with your friend and reading the message that she had sent you that you were yet to see. You frowned, reading the message that said she was sorry and she was going to be running about 30 minutes late to your dinner. This message had come through just a few minutes ago, making the little smile creep back onto your face as you read the message and looked at the man before showing him.

“Well, we have 30 more minutes. Whatever will we do?”

“I think I might have an idea.”

[imtryingmybeskar]

Happy happy 1K!!! 🥳🎇💕 How about some Starman Ezra (I mean, it's me, duh, I'll never be over him) and either of these which jumped out at me: "This feels better than I could have ever imagined," or "This is better than I've ever imagined" or something similar. Or literally anything you feel inspired to write with him! ♥️♥️

My loveeee thank you so much for the chance to revisit Starman. You know I always love to write for these two, especially when it's the fluffier kind of fluff!

Starman - Midnight

Word count: 448

The moon dazzles white upon the blackness of the ocean, touching the top of the gentle waves and causing shattered shards of broken light to glint softly upon it. Ezra inhales softly. Cool, clean air fills his lungs and passes gently over his skin, goosepimples breaking out on his arms. She shifts closer behind him, her legs bracketing his and her chest pressed against his back until there is not a breath between them. She had wisely thought to bring her cardigan on this impromptu midnight excursion, and she holds him close, caging his arms with her own and sharing the warmth of her body. He feels her nose against the nape of his neck, eschewing the sea air for the comfort of his scent and she nuzzles her face against his skin, bestowing kisses in a trail until her chin hooks over his shoulder. He presses the side of his head against her, now and at every moment wanting to be as close to her as he could possibly be.

She huffs a soft laugh as she resumes the featherlight touches of her lips against the scruffy hair at his jaw.

“What amuses you, my love?” he asks.

“I just don’t think I’ll ever get over this. Seeing what happens to your markings when our skin touches.”

He glances down, not wanting to move his head too much lest she take it as an invitation to stop what she was doing. The markings on his arm are writhing, colours rippling across them and looking all the more bright for being bathed in moonlight.

“I love them,” she confesses. “And I love you.”

This time he does turn his head, unable to resist the lure of his lips upon her any longer. But she is pressed so tight against him that he can only brush the tip of her nose. She giggles again at his attempts and he grins at the sound, the love he feels for her swelling from his heart and cascading warmly throughout his whole body.

“I am eternally thankful that I found you,” he whispers. “All the times I indulged my sorrow, wondering what was so wrong with me that I could not find what others seemed to so readily. And now I know that it was merely a question of time. Of waiting, so I could be with you. Vive. And it feels better than I could have ever imagined, even in my wildest dreamings.”

She wraps her arms around him tighter, clasping her hands around his middle, her thumb stroking softly over his midriff. Cheek to cheek they sit on the beach in a silence borne of joyful serentity – warm, complete, whole.