#sorry for the short drabble?

[kittykalliarts]

For decades, the blank vision that Iudex Neuvillette wears near his heart has been subject to much discussion in Fontaine. Nobody remembers who it had once belonged to or why the ancient dragon protected it so jealously. It is said that if the Chief Justice would to stare at it for a long while, it would be sure to rain right after. Oh, how beloved that person must've been.

[kiplex]

You really do think Caleb was a dog in his past life.

Here you are, on your bed dying from the most excruciating period cramps you think you've ever had in your entire life and Caleb has his head on your uterus.

It's honestly your fault for saying the hot water bottle wasn't hot enough, and… probably yelling at him too in the process. He panicked, you could see the gears turn in his head before he made you lay down on the bed and then planted his head on your stomach. “There!” He said triumphantly, if he had a tail you're sure he'd be wagging it, he looks so stupidly proud of himself as he nuzzles into lower abdomen. “You always say ‘I'm so insufferably hot’ when we cuddle at night, so I'm your hot water bottle now.”

You sigh and Caleb's head rises and falls with your breath, you can't be mad at him, not when he's giving you those big puppy dog eyes. “If it gets uncomfortable, I'm banishing you to the couch." You mumble, relenting finally. Caleb's eyes light up and he nods into your stomach. "I'll be gentle, I promise.” Your hand runs through his hair as he places a kiss on your tummy letting out a boyish giggle. He's far too pleased with himself. You can practically hear his phantom tail smacking against the bed from how happy he was to be helping, and being this close to you.

...

Yeah you're sure Caleb was a dog in a past life.

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[hexxedcore]

18+ MDNI

my head is completely empty thinking of jayce pumping you full of his seed.

gripping you by the hips, bending you over his workbench in a position so lewd sky would probably resign should she have the misfortunate of witnessing you both. thrusts sloppy and shuddering because there is one goal in his mind and that is giving you the family you want.

you want a baby? he’s on it. you want your pussy stuffed with his cock? well, consider it done.

this is a man who is willing to go to any lengths for you.

this is a man who is drunk in the grace of your sprawled out form on his desk, which is currently taking priority over any hextech invention that is due in the presence of the council in hours to come. each shuddering breath and lift of your hips to meet his girthy cock halfway.

and he will never let you doubt that.

[chimielie]

"Honey," you say, peering around the door frame into the office. Your boyfriend is backlit only by the light of his computer screen and the faint glow of only two lamps. "Hajime?"

"Hold on," he says into his headset, "my—yeah, she needs something. Give me a second. What's up, princess, was I being too loud?"

The way his voice softens when he's addressing you in comparison to anyone else never fails to make you melt. His thick eyebrows quirk at the sight of you still leaning on the door instead of crossing all the way into the room.

"No, you weren't too loud," you say, a half-lie. Hajime is not a quiet man, but you enjoy the sound of him shouting death threats into the mic in the evenings. It's relaxing. "I don't want to bother you if you're busy��"

"I'm not," he says immediately. "Just shooting the shit. What do you need?"

"I just—I think I'm, um, having ventricular contractions," you say shyly. "Like, abnormally." Within a moment Hajime is out of his chair, ripping off his headset, up in your space.

"Holy shit, baby, you let me waffle—fuck, you didn't want to bother me? Does it hurt at all? Are you having trouble breathing?" He sweeps you up in his arms, bracing one behind your knees, the other supporting your back.

"A little shortness of breath," you say, made more breathless by the bridal carry. "Doesn't hurt."

"Okay, that's good," he says, laying you out on your shared bed. You run a hand over his shoulders, trying to soothe him, trying to smooth the worried crease of his brow.

"I don't think it's that big a deal," you say, "I just freaked myself out with the online med forums and thought I'd come ask you—"

"Of course it's a big deal," he frets, "should I call 119?"

"My big, strong medical professional," you say over his worrying. "Well, let's talk about my symptoms first."

"Okay," he relents, looking at you with eyes like dark chocolate sucked into a black hole, his pupils dilated with fear. "You're sure nothing hurts?"

"Yes, I promise," you tell him, putting your hand over his heart. He does the same, one hand stroking your wrist, unsubtly feeling for your pulse, the other over your heart. "Well, I was in bed, looking through my photos and I landed on that one of you rope climbing, you know, the course we did last month—"

"You little—" Hajime starts, mouth kicking up at the corner as he catches on. "You're ridiculous."

"Some bedside manner," you huff. "Let me finish. So then my heart started beating really fast and I felt kind of faint, so I looked up ventricular contractions. Then I went to go talk to you and you're so handsome and I'm so lucky you love me enough that you live in my house and I can go look at you whenever, and I started experiencing shortness of breath."

"You are sick," he says drily, "but only up here." He raps your skull with his knuckles.

"Mean!"

Hajime, like any good medical professional, curls his body over yours while you giggle uncontrollably, hiding his face in your shoulder though you can feel him shaking with laughter.

"I was worried about you!" He snaps, but his tone conceals something fonder, warmer. "You're a danger to my health, how about that? Gave me a fuckin' heart attack." You shake your head and wrap your arms around him, hooking a leg around his waist, octopus-like.

"I'm still not feeling so good," you insist. "Since you're here, doc, you should finish examining me. Really, really thoroughly."

[thoughts-rambles]

Diavolo had been showered with praise his whole life. Of course he was, he was the ruler of the Devildom! He had grown up being constantly loved by the people, he was royalty, and they would all love him appropriately. But oh, how he hated it. Sure, hed smile and nod when approached by the faceless demon who would love and compliment him for whatever reason. But he hated it. He hated that everyone would repeat the same sickening phrases, almost like a script, to get whatever they wanted from him. It was so stupid in his eyes; he was tired of it.

So why, when you complimented him, did his heart beat faster than usual? Why did he want to hear more; to have you hold his face and tell him everything you ever loved about him? Maybe it was because you truly saw him; not the scary tall demon, not the prince of Hell, not the rich and powerful man he was. You saw him as Diavolo. Maybe, he had truly learned what love felt like, and he was not going to let it get away from him.

He would do whatever it took to get any form of affection from you. He found himself taking extra care of himself in the morning, the tireless routine becoming almost exciting now. He would wait, a moment alone or even just a glance back at him, so that you'd smile at him and possibly even grace him with the sweet melody that was your accolades.

[moechies]

cw domestic smut , angst + comfort darling cries a lil ><

“thank you f’loving me.”

you mumble against his cheek, pulling him against your chest impossibly close. your heart clenches with the vunerable words that unintentionally slipped from the clasp of your lips, avoiding his gaze; his confrontation.

his thrusts are slow and deep, pressing the corner of your shoulder up against the chilly wall, the rest of your body pliant against the sheets.

“don’t say that, baby.” he mumbles groggily, pressing a chaste kiss against your ear. it makes you shudder, combined with the loud slick slapping from down below; it’s all too much. “thank you for bein’ so lovable.”

“m— m not.” you breathe out accompanied with soft moans, feeling hiccups build in your chest, eyes squeezed tight preventing forming tears. your hand grasp around his bicep, tugging his warm envelopment tighter around the waist of your body, satisfied at the warm, honey skin that now squeezes against your soft tummy.

“d—don’t say that. don’t ya ever say that.” his thrusts grow slow but doesn’t stop, his pudgy tip dragging perfectly against the roof of your gummy walls. he forces his face out of the warm confinements of your collar, facing you with eyes full of— love, you’d like to say. but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“i love you more than you can fathom, honey; love everything about you. don’t contradict y’rself, hm?”

“i— i love you.”

“know ya do.” he huffs, smiling when he hears that sweet giggle of yours; sweet thing. “i love you most baby.”

[teeskzagain]

» warnings: desperate!seungmin, grinding, begging, infidelity/cheating (oops)

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jeongin ver.

felix ver.

“come on, just real quick.”

you groan, eyes rolling back as you try to resist the boy behind you, “oh- seungmin, please.”

“what?” he ruts softly against your ass, slightly pissed at the blockade of clothes in the way, “let me just stick it in for like a second. i need this bad.”

your body lays pathetically while seungmin rocks deeper into you. his cock every so often would poke out from the open slit of his underwear, causing a surge to jolt through him and a breathy moan fills the room.

craning your neck back slightly, you attempt to get a good look at him, “i thought we were supposed to only cuddle?”

with your hips sticking up, he raises his hand towards your pajama pants, firstly caressing the curves of your waist then moving up to toy with the waistband, “yeah, so did i. but your stupid ass had to go and turn me on, practically smashed my dick into your thick skin.”

his hands get grabber in the way he’s feeling up the smooth area of your thigh and part of your butt, not holding back anymore. he continues to drive his pelvis into you, “what was i supposed to do? it’s your fault you got me all horny and- and shit.”

roaming all over your body, he pulls the top of your pants down, revealing the vastness of skin below, and his leaking tip slightly grazes your ass, “fuck, oh fucking….y/n, please. needa fuck you so bad right now. can i? you’re gonna be good and let me fuck your pretty ass, right?”

he rubs his cock all over in an effort to leave streaks of wetness, just as he comes into contact with your entrance and slowly does he start to sink himself in your flesh.

you bite your lip and shut your eyes, trying your absolute hardest to not make a sound. because if you’d been any louder, your sister would hear you from across the hall.

and she could never know that her boyfriend decided to go into her precious, little sister’s room late at night. simply, to cuddle (fuck) you instead.

[rexhya]

I don't know if you're taking requests or not, but could you maybe write something about Anul where the reader is constantly mad/frustrated and always has a scowl on their face, being rude or snappy towards the other maids if they're being annoying, and HATES being touched? The reader will pull away with a disgusting look on their face and say "Dont touch me" and continue on with their day if someone touches them. But thats not the case for Anul. Their face is relaxed with him, theyre not snappy or rude, and they let him touch them whenever he likes.

(Sorry that it's so long 💔)

yandereprince! who visits a few more times than he probably should be as a prince

because you insist on keeping that lowly job hes decided to promote you too head maid in am effort to free up some of your time

if Anul was being honest he was squirming at your attitude towards the other workers, it was no nonsense around you and the girls knew it

they were a bit more on edge today however and you didn't know why untill you found the violet eyed man staring at you from the doorway

your eyes went soft as he stalker closer, not touching you but tipping his head forward to whisper something in your ear

you didn't guve him anything but a nod and he walked out of the room and you quickly dismissed yourself, whatever he'd said, your fellow workers had a feeling wasn't for their ears

"you're so crass!" you poked at him, trying to keep your voice down.

"ah but you love it, don't you?" he licked his lips "you've never told me to stop after all"

"thats not the point, i'm working rights now!" you tried again, but there was no bite to your voice and the angry look on your face was more similar to a pout than a frown.

"and yet, my point still stands, you boobs do sit nicely in that uniform."

"were in public you sw—" you tried shushing him again but was met with tounge and teeth as he kissed your thoughts away, breaking away with a lime of saliva between your lips and an obvious blush on your face.

"public smublic. [Name] your mine, and the entire continent will know tha before I start to care."

[cherrysgf]

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

it doesn't take much for ben to get all hot and bothered at the sight of you.

you could be in some fancy ass ballgown and he'll think you're the hottest girl in the world, or even just a hoodie and some old ratty sweatpants and he'll be trying his hardest not to pop a semi. you're his girl, of course anything you do is gonna make him fucking feral.

but the sight of you in those pretty lace panties he bought you the other day? fucking hell, doll, you're really testing his patience.

"you like?" you smirk, walking out of the bathroom with just your panties out, tits bouncing as you walk.

ben feels his mouth go dry. of fucking course he likes it. he likes a little too much, actually.

"cmere, sweetheart." he lazily drags his fingers out, motioning for you to come closer.

you immediately plop down on his lap, setting yourself on his thighs. his arms immediately go to wrap around your waist, his big arms resting just beneath your stomach, close enough if he slipped down a little further, he could press his hands inside those pretty panties of yours.

"let me ask you something, baby girl. you like teasing me, huh? is that what this is? getting all half naked and pretty just to get me all worked up?" he murmurs into your ear, softly biting at the skin beneath it.

"mm, i don't know what you mean by that." you giggle, playing the 'innocent' card.

in one quick move, he flips you around to face him in his lap, letting out a little, high-pitched squeal. his hands immediately go to grope at your thighs, the soft skin pressed up against his calloused hands.

"oh, i'll show you what i mean."

[benbenten]

CALL ME WHEN YOU GET LOST 🌺

DAISUKE and his party anthem, the look of love. ⓘ⠀ male reader insert, one-sided, canon storyline, angst

cred: ven (@f94164) on X

pre-crash

Daisuke sees you during a crew-wide first aid seminar Anya hosts. You’re sitting off to the side, lips slightly parted in focus, gloves still on from triage. Your presence is quiet, firm, kind in a way that doesn't ask for attention.

You're not flashy. You're not loud. But when you glance at Daisuke after he stumbles over a question about defibrillators, you smile. Not mockingly. Just soft. Understanding. And his heart shreds in his chest.

He starts scheduling reasons to be around the medbay.

Burnt his finger (again)? Needs new gauze.

“Oh, are you on shift?” He always hopes you are.

The one time you help him clean a scraped knee from falling off a ladder, he doesn’t flinch once. He stares at your jawline and can't help but think:

I hope I get hurt more often. No wait. That’s so weird. I mean—maybe just like, papercuts.

Daisuke tries to impress you by knowing Anya's protocols.

“Y’know Anya said restocking the syringes goes by alphabetical—oh! You already did it, cool cool cool cool…”

You always respond gently. You treat him like he's more than the intern. And that becomes the most dangerous kindness in the world.

post crash

The ship goes down. Food runs low. Blood pressure runs high.

You're still doing your best. Stitching up broken noses and treating burns with dwindling supplies. Daisuke sees you working double shifts with Anya, barely sleeping, and he wants to help. Wants to be useful to you.

He starts skipping meals to sneak extras onto your tray. Not that you notice—you think it’s Anya. But he does it. Every time. Even the sugar packs. Especially the sugar packs.

Jimmy corners him. Says he needs to get into the medbay. Says Anya was holding out. Swansea isn't stopping it.

Daisuke doesn’t trust Jimmy. He never has. But you—you’re in that medbay. You’re helping. You’d never let something bad happen, right?

He goes anyway. For you. Crawls through a twisted metal tunnel of heat and blood and glass.

And when he gets there, you're not in the medbay. You're not anywhere.

He finds you later, half-buried under rubble near the auxiliary wing. Your hand still clutches mouthwash. You’d tried to treat yourself, despite the high amount of sugar that Anya warned. To no avail, it didn’t work.

He breaks. Quietly. His hand trembles as he lifts your ID badge from your chest. Slips it into his pocket. It still smells like your soap.

“I should’ve stayed with you. I should’ve crawled faster. I should’ve said ‘you’re pretty.’ Just once.”

By the time Swansea finds him,

Daisuke.. is shredded. Glass. Steam burns. Teeth knocked loose. Still clutching your ID badge like a rosary.

He whispers your name as Swansea raises the axe.

“Tell him I—never mind. I'm pretty sure he knows, anyways.”

Swansea doesn’t know what that means. But he chops downward anyway. It's not mercy. It's obligation.

But in Daisuke's last moment, he imagines you smiling at him again.

Jimmy, after for all that he did, stares at his old jacket, bloodstained and melted. The inside pocket still holds your badge.

No one knows what you meant to him.

But he did.

He really did.

[i9chicago]

thinking about kissing spencer behind the curtains as the rush of the jet whirring hums in his dazed ears. till his hands slip under your shirt 'cause he needs to hold on to something or else he is gonna wipe out right there. his lips on yours, warm, sweet, but moving in steady rhythms as his fingers press into the softness of your hips. he giggles when he pulls away to catch his breath and you start kissing his cheeks, and those chuckles turn into whispers that seem all too intimate and genuine to him. he knows you'll probably get caught, or worse, be swarmed with questions by the team to ask why you guys have taken so long, but does he care? Not when you kiss him like this, like it's the last time. much less when you grab his face and your tongue caresses his lips.

his skin is practically crawling by the time you pull his hair gently back, and he lets out a shallow, soft gasp as his big, warming hands move around your back underneath your shirt.

as you both step out of the small compartment and take your respective seats away from each other to avoid raising suspicions, however, spencer knows that the absurd excuse that he was telling you about the antioxidant properties of black tea is gonna be ineffective. because his hair is a little bit messy, his lips are bloated and rosy from your lipstick and his tie is completely twisted. and you're like nothing happened, besides your eyes sparkling in a different type of light, wrapped around the essence of his lotion and missing the heat of his body against yours. he deflects from his report to you with a slight frown and the blood rushes to his face when he sees you biting the inside of your cheek to try not to laugh.

it's not fair to leave him like this. but, anyway, he couldn't wait to take retribution on you once you're wrapped in the cover of night and the sheets that call his name beneath the wheeze.

[deveondog]

Gift rampage

Ft: Lilia, Silver, and Malleus.

Lilia had just wanted to go out for a couple days trip. But that led him to buying multiple things for his boys.

cw?: None! just a short fluffy drabble if Lilia being a loving parent and getting gifts :)) very short might i add! this was rushed :c

Request?: Yep! from my instagram mutual!! <3

Lilia had just waved his boys, after telling them spontaneously that he was going out on a trip to the Scalding Sands. Malleus was reluctant to stay with the human.. While a young Silver just started blankly at his father leaving him. He felt like tearing up but he was too tired to.

He left early in the morning, hoping to avoid the scalding heat of the sands. He started walking and walking to the nearest plane travel station. Once there he loaded his one bag and himself on and left on his way. During this trip in the plane he saw the Queendom of Roses, such a beautiful place truly. He needs to visit again soon! Sages island, ahh.. He wonders where his acceptance letter is.. Then he saw Sunset Savanna. The heat wasn't easy there, but it was going to be worst where he was going.

His plane landed in the outskirts of the Scalding Sands. Great! It just means he can walk and enjoy the scenery more!! He loves to just walk and look around, occasionally people watching.. or even listening. But he didn't have long before he needed to be home, so he set on his way to a specific special store he liked to visit.. hoping it is still there of course. It had been around one hundred years since his last visit.

As he looked and walked, he spotted a vendor with multiple silk robes for sale. He saw one that immediately reminded him of Malleus. It was long and black, with beautiful golden accents one it. All along the arms and going down the back. There even was a matching head dress! Black with golden around the edges, attached to the robe. He bought it, thinking he was going to have to cut holes in the beautiful silk for the similarly beautiful horns of a prince. After buying that, he spotted another vendor selling silk pillows. Advertising that "They bring the best of dreams!" and that they "Keep cold all night", he then thought of his small son. With a pillow older than he was. Starting to stain with multiple drool and food stains, he decided it would be best to buy a new one for him, and might as well get one for Malleus as-well correct? He got them matching pillow that day.

Once he returned to his small cottage in Brair valley he had multiple new bags stuffed to the brim with trinkets and new things for himself and the boys. How he got all of this? Where did he get all the money to buy it? Dont worry about it boys! Just enjoy your new gifts! :))

A/N: Hi welcome! sorry its so short and rushed! i just went through the retirement of my timley scarabia account and just wanted to finished this fast :c i also dont care for Daisomnia much so the characters may be ooc when i write them unfortunately!! so be warned for the future loll

Thanks for reading! <3

[1heartfanfics]

I would to see more Stucky. Maybe Bucky with a stomach ache being all cuddly with Steve? It would be especially cute if someone walks in and stares at Bucky because he's normally so closed off and reserved, but before they can say anything Steve shoots them a warning look and they back off. Belly rubs are always the bomb.

Thanks!!!

-🤍🐺

Combining with this request: I would love to see Steve sitting casually on the couch going through mission reports while a feverish and queasy Bucky is curled up in his lap like a sad house cat. The other avengers see this and are confused because it's the winter soldier, but Steve just shushes them and continues petting Bucky's hair and rubbing his belly like it's the most normal thing ever.

Nat and Clint both froze when they walked into the compound's living room space, surprised by what they saw. Steve was sitting on one of the couches, scrolling through something - probably mission reports - on his laptop. But the surprising part was that the winter soldier was laying down, curled up, with his head in Steve's lap.

Now, they all new that Steve and Bucky were... something. Something more than friends anyway. But no one had ever asked questions and they'd never said anything so everyone just let it be whatever it was.

"Hey, how was the mission?" Steve asked, having seen them standing in the doorway, lurking.

"Uh good, yeah. Went well," Clint said, cheeks flushing red at having been caught staring.

"Good. I'm just catching up on some mission reports," Steve explained, gesturing to his laptop. As if that was the reason they'd been staring.

"Is he okay?" Clint asked, nodding his head toward Bucky.

Steve shook his head, "He's not feeling well. Running a pretty good fever and been throwing up all day, poor thing," he answered.

There was a moment of silence. Nat and Clint were still a little stunned by the sight in front of them. The winter soldier - Bucky, they were supposed to call him now - was also so serious and gruff. So to see him curled up in Steve's lap in the middle of the common room was a shock to say the least.

Bucky groaned then, breaking the silence. Steve moved his hand away from the computer and brought it down to tousle Bucky's hair lovingly. In response, Bucky shifted, moving even further into Steve's lap and pressing himself closer to the other man.

"You're alright Buck," Steve said softly, carding his fingers through Bucky's long hair. His other arm was draped over Bucky's waist, hand resting on the man's stomach, which he began to rub gently back and forth.

Nat and Clint couldn't help but keep staring, even though they knew they should look away, leave, give them some privacy.

"He's not normally like this," Steve sighed, finally acknowledging the elephant in the room. "He's pretty out of it honestly, he probably doesn't even realize," he shrugged. "And I'd like to keep it that way," he added, giving the pair a pointed look.

"Understood," Nat said, giving a fake salute.

"We'll leave you to it," Clint nodded.

They turned and headed back down the hallway they'd come from, closing the door behind them to hopefully ward off anyone else from disturbing them.

"Well that was..." Clint trailed off, unsure of what he'd just witnessed.

"Cute," Nat finished for him, with a small smile.

"Yeah," Clint chuckled, "It was pretty cute."

[aviiarie]

making sis!silverwolf do your dailies because you're AWAY from HOME and you absolutely CANNOT lose your streak!!!

cws & notes: no warnings! fluff, 500+ words. that's so weird, i thought you said aventurine... crazy! hope you like this anyway <333

AVENTURINE couldn't say he expected that the first message he would receive from you since you left for your trip to be SOS HELP ME PLZ, but you lived to surprise him.

The moment he opened his phone to read what you'd sent, he choked on his drink. The words made his heart stop, a chill running down his spine, as all of the possible things that could go wrong flashed through his head. What if you were lost? What if you were hurt? What if something happened and he wasn't there to help you—

You, 11:12pm: forgot to do my dailies :(

Ah. Makes sense.

Aventurine, 11:13pm: You mean for that gacha game of yours? Should we have a talk about your gambling addiction?

You, 11:14pm: you're one to talk!! it's not an addiction i just CANT LOSE MY STREAK

Aventurine rolled his eyes, a slight smile gracing his features. You truly never changed, always obsessed with your video games. It was almost comforting how predictable you were; you were the one constant in his life, always there in the background no matter what.

There was refreshing about it, knowing that there was one thing—one person he would never lose. As long as he lived, you would be family. And that was all that mattered.

Aventurine, 11:13pm: Haha. Of course. I'll do your dailies.

Aventurine closed his phone, sliding it into his back pocket and walking over to your room. It was right at the end of his apartment, a 'guest' room that had long since been claimed as your own. He pushed open the door, unlocked as it always was, and peered around the entrance, looking for your tablet.

He spotted it tossed onto the top of your sheets, and quickly snatched it up. Retreating from your room, he closed the door behind himself and settled on his couch, opening your game. The start menu popped up, and he clicked the Ready button on his screen. It loaded for a moment, before he spawned into the world.

It wasn't too difficult to work out how to navigate the game; he'd watched you play enough times to get a hang of it easily, but what caught his attention was not the gameplay itself, but the mechanism that had enticed you to download it in the first place.

The gacha, a simple, yet convoluted feature that seemed determined to drain your funds with little to no reward. You had ranted about it on numerous occasions, complaining about how you wasted all of your resources on the current banner without even getting the character you were striving for.

Aventurine eyed the amount of currency listed at the top of the screen, just shy of the amount for a ten pull. It wouldn't take long to grind enough materials to make that amount, and he had a whole evening to waste. An idea crept into his head at the though.

Surely you wouldn't mind if he did a few pulls...

It was about an hour later that he logged off the game, successfully completing his goals. He replaced the tablet in your room, shutting the door with a click, and a grin.

Aventurine, 12:23am: Done. Got that character you were pulling for too. You're welcome.

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai

[wonuwonder]

can i request something cute and full of kisses while cuddling with seokmin on the couch please and thank you 🥹

an: your mind anon>> i was literally thinking about posting a drabble about cuddly seokmin🥺 tysm for requesting!! hope this isn’t too short or cheesy😭

content: pure fluff, fem reader x seokmin, established relationship, just cuddling and snuggling with seokmin, clingy baby just wants to kiss you and hold you. 0.8k words

cuddles & kisses - lee seokmin

you were laying on the couch reading a book with the tv on at the back keeping you company, it was a quiet evening, you hadn’t done much the whole day, just ran errands with your boyfriend Seokmin, walked in the park for a bit and got home quickly before it started to rain.

“hey whatcha doing?” he asks cutely, entering the living room, he gets close to the couch and grabs your book, making you look up at him, he puts the bookmarker in place and closes it “i want cuddles, i’m cold” he whines, pouting.

you open up the blanket and gesture for him to join you at the couch, he lays in between your legs, his back facing the ceiling, resting his head in your chest, he scoots closer to you as you start playing with his hair, while he caresses the sides of your tummy under your t-shirt. he hums everytime you pull his hair, he loved it.

“i missed this min” you say softly, hugging him tightly and kiss the tip of his nose “you spend so much time overseas or with your tight schedules these days, it feels like we don’t have time to enjoy each other’s presence” he looks up at you and pouts at your confession, he brushes the hair out of your face and stares at you delicately, his tired brown eyes glistening with adoration, he’s about to start speaking but you cut him off before he can start, “and i’m not blaming you or complaining, I know it doesn’t depend on you, and that you’re doing your best, i just” —you sigh “wanted to tell you how i felt i guess”

he tugs you against him, turning you and him to your sides, so you can stare at him and lay before each other on the couch. he places his hand on your cheek and brushes his thumb against your skin, you close your eyes enjoying the feeling. he reaches for you, and kisses you softly, taking his time to taste your lips, when he pulls back, he grabs your waist and scoots you closer to him, snuggling you.

“i missed this too, so much” he confesses, and looks at you with tired eyes “i wish we could be together all the time” your faces were so close together you could see your reflection in his big dark eyes, the intimacy felt so comfortable, you wish you would never have to separate.

you lean closer and brush your lips against his, and then close the tiny gap between you both, capturing your lips again, he presses his against yours harder, and you deepend the kiss by parting your lips for his tongue to get in, but still being soft and gentle with the way your lips move against each other. when he pulls back slowly after a while of just enjoying each other’s kisses, he leaves a little peck on your lips before hiding his head in your neck, hugging you tightly.

he leaves wet kisses all over your neck making you tickle, as you scratch his back softly under his t-shirt, he hums at every scratch and caresses your tummy, he finds your belly button and fiddles with it, making you laugh, he leans closer again and starts kissing you once again, this time more chaotically, as he was laughing against your lips, leaving peck kisses all over your face “I-“ he starts, and kisses your nose, “love” another kiss, on your cheek “you” he ends with a kiss on your lips, pressing his lips tightly, pulling back with the biggest smile on his face. you grab his cheek and reply “i love you too”.

you cuddle and kiss for hours, stopping only to look at each other like idiots “your lips have gone all red” you tell him, caressing his big plump lips with your thumb, he bites it softly, making you both laugh, “i canbg’t geth engbough of youlr lips” he says struggling to talk with your thumb between his teeth, you both laugh until your stomachs hurt at his jokes, like always.

you spend the whole evening like that, enjoying each other cuddles, snuggling and hiding on each others bodies, talking about anything and everything, cherishing every little moment in each other’s company.

you fall asleep before seokmin does, lying on his big chest, he takes his time admiring every bit of your face, counting every freckle and every mole on your skin, trying to remember all your details. he eventually falls asleep too, hugging you from behind, locking his arms around your waist, thinking to himself, how lucky he was to be with you.

[occasional-yan-stuff]

fuck i need more of that yandere kipnapper x yandere reader pleaseeeeeee

Hi anon! Life has been hectic so it's taken me a little to get to your ask! This post is also dedicated to @schneidersumbrella who also requested a follow up!

Yandere!Kidnapper X Gn!Yandere!Reader Pt. 2

Pt. 1

Details: mutual obsession, gift giving, kidnapper is controlling, reader is shy, fluff, kidnapper is a tease

warnings: obsessive behaviors, possessive behaviors, stalking, break ins, dubiously consensual touching, PDA

Everything changed after you started dating him. He started leaving you gifts on your front porch every morning. Stuffed animals, flowers, candy, old clothes, a lock of your hair, even pictures of you from his collection. By analyzing the pictures he gave you, you could figure out where the security camera in his room was and cover it up. Sneaking into his room had gotten so awkward after finding out he knew you were doing it. This felt like a good compromise.

You rolled around in his bed, and smelled his things, and stole the clothes he had left out, just like you had before you were dating. It was heaven. It was safe. You thought you'd be able to do this as much as you liked, but the next time you sneaked in, the place where the camera once was now had only a sticky note with the words 'I want to see you' and a drawing of an eye. The message was clear. He liked watching you in his room and you had no choice but to let him. You didn't mind too much, though. It was nice to know he would go as far as to move his security camera just because he wanted to see you.

There were times you would wake up and he would be there in your bed, fast asleep, arms around you. It was a bit surprising and it always gave you a lump in your throat. You never knew quite what to do. You just froze up, attempting to stay as still as possible in the hopes of not waking him. Gradually, however, you would always relax into him and let him hold you until he woke up and made you breakfast. It was always one of your favorites, always something he knew was your favorite from reading your journal. You loved to stand there and watch him cook, see the way his strong hands moved and how his skin glistened slightly from the heat. He really was an angel.

Sometimes, you would even repay the favor, sneaking into his home in the wee hours of the morning and making delicious meals for him. You would always leave before he woke up, of course. It was far nicer to do things for him than to actually be perceived doing it. That was the opposite of his view on things though. He loved PDA, or maybe it was just the way you reacted to it that he loved.

You never quite got over the way his touch gave you goosebumps. No matter how many times he teased you or held you close on the subway, or stared down a guy who was looking at you, it always gave you a rush. His attention was a drug. He was everything. He was all you needed and you were all that he needed.