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prank gone wrong w/ childe

based on a tiktok audio!

HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

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Pervy! Boyfriends with unassuming partners that are faced with immediate guilt after thinking of you in a sexual way. Everything you do is so fucking hot to them that they just can't help it T^T.

They lovee you, and they looveee your body. The smallest of gestures, just the way your body naturally moves has them completely distracted. All you have to do is lean over to grab a book and they're creaming at how your midriff peeks out of the shirt. They immediately want to grab at the waist, brush their fingers against your bare skin and watch you squirm because you're ticklish.

It's like you have them in a love spell, rosemary, crow bones and incantations. But you're so unassuming :((, they think of you as this sweet precious baby, their baby. Everything about your presence so lovely and enchanting. That It's gross and icky to them how much they just want to think about fucking you. Of bending you over and edging you with their fingers, of finishing on your pretty face and have you squeeze their cock with your hands.

He deserves endless torture for so audaciously daydreaming about you this way. You're just trying out clothes, it does not have to be sexual. But you look so so good in everything, nicely asking his opinions when all he can think of is getting off to you in those pants. He wants to cry. And if you send him a cute selfie he actually will, well, jack off to it first and then cry in his pillow about it.

CHILDE, CALEB :(, YUTA, Asahi lmao, Kaveh, SANJI

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you avert your gaze from the book in your hands towards the man who's lying in your lap. it's been a while since childe requested you to sit on the couch and let him use your thighs as his personal pillow, allowing himself to rest after doing some work.

all that can be heard in the office is the pounding of your heart and his steady breathing. as much as you treasure this moment, you can't ignore the rising uneasiness in your mind.

"they will kick your ass if they find out that their favorite harbinger is slacking off."

you break the silence as you rake your fingers through his fluffy hair, ruffling it a bit. he always seems to enjoy the gentle touch of yours which alleviates his fatigue.

"shouldn't you be worried about your position?"

childe opens his eyes slightly only to shut them again, purposely ignoring your piercing glare. "i'm actually quite comfortable in this position, thank you."

with that, he has the nerve to turn his head to face your stomach. he thinks your thighs make for heavenly cushions, and he's very, very sleepy. did you wear the perfume he bought you months ago from his trip to liyue? the fragrance suits you so nicely, he sighs.

"be serious, ajax." you pinch his cheek, eliciting a groan from him. "they will kick me too if they realize i'm being a distraction."

"no one's kicking my wife," he answers firmly, voice a little muffled. "they wouldn't dare. and i'm not their favorite harbinger."

you scoff. obviously. you know they wouldn't hurt you, but it's still entertaining to tease him.

"well, you're certainly my favorite."

when you say it, you're able to sense a surge of pride washing over him. with a quiet i know, he holds your waist more tightly.

"now shut up, darling. i'm trying to get a good nap here."

you shrug and decide to carry on with your reading session, letting him do anything he wants for the time being.

that is, before you whisper, "perhaps the second after arlecchino, though...."

the way his eyes snap open instantly in surprise is hilarious.

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the house was quiet today.

it wasn't rare, but this kind of quiet was different. still. heavy. soft in a way that made your chest ache.

sukuna sat on the couch, one arm curled protectively around your newborn daughter, her tiny body pressed against his chest. she wore the tiny knitted hat you picked out—white with kitten ears—and strands of her soft pink hair peeked out from beneath it, sticking up since they refused to behave.

his other hand held a crumpled piece of paper, gifted with pride by the small artist on a sugar-high right now, bouncing around the living room. your son, still learning how to pronounce his "r"s, had grinned wide with his toothless mouth and yelled, "i drew us!" before dashing off to play again.

sukuna stared at the drawing, red eyes darting around the paper like he was analyzing every detail. or trying to make sense of whatever a four-year-old could manage to draw.

three stick figures, one labeled "me," with messy hair, a big open mouth, and two teeth missing from the middle. another labeled as "mommy," in a giant, triangular pink dress with stars and hearts all over, holding a little pink scribble labeled as "sister," and "daddy"— huge, lopsided, four arms, fangs, and "ROAR" scrawled next to his head in red crayon.

you sat down beside him, resting your chin on his shoulder. "he's so proud of it."

"...i look like a demon," he muttered, eyes still locked on the page.

"you are one, sometimes." you teased gently, "but he still thinks you're the coolest."

he went quiet again, then exhaled. something unsteady in his breath. "i didn't want this," he admitted quietly, his voice low like he confessed to something awful. "didn't think i had it in me. didn't think i'd be any good."

you glanced down at the way he was holding your daughter. soft. careful. his thumb brushing over the rim of her hat, her pink hair catching the light.

"you're better than good, su. they adore you." you said, your own expression softening as you ran your fingers through his hair.

you kissed his arm, right above where your daughter's tiny hand was curled in his skin.

"you're doing good, daddy," you whispered. "even if you do look like a monster in crayon."

he chuckled, and the sound was raw. honest. he pressed the drawing to his daughter's back like a shield and held her just a little tighter.

"she's never gonna draw me like that," he muttered. "right?"

you smiled. "nope. she'll make you a princess."

"...i'd frame it."

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now that i'm an adult, i'll say it.

BOLIN WAS ALWAYS FINER THAN MAKO

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So my friend convinced me to make some of my fics into bots on C.AI? I've never really used the app except once on a voice call with a friend 😭 (we were using that silly ahh call option and making bots say cringe things) Would you guys like thattt? Or nah? ALSO UPDATES!

Alhaitham fic on the way!

Kaveh fic on the way!

And my inbox will hopefully be done!

THANK YOU<3

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Just some thoughts about Husband!Childe

18+ MDNI

Mostly gender neutral, reader never has pronouns mentioned but has female anatomy!

Sfw!

Husband!Childe who can't believe you're his. He didn't waste any time to propose, making the decision as soon as you met Teucer in Liyue. You'd acted so kind and you hadn't fussed about the millions of questions Teucer had. And that's all he needed to make sure you were the perfect one. (Not that you weren't already)

Husband!Childe who takes any chance he can get to help you relax. Running baths for you, massaging your shoulders, taking care of errands. You name it, he does it. Even if he's busy with Fatui business he takes time to carefully take care of what's his. You feel a little bad but then he always assures you: He wants to.

Husband!Childe who really wants kids with you. He can't stop thinking about it. But it's not his fault! He just can't help it! Really he's tried! But seeing you laugh and giggle with Teucer and make him feel at home when he visits? Fills his head with all sorts of fantasies of you pregnant, swollen with his baby. The same baby that you'll laugh with when he comes home, squealing as he opens the door. And he can't get it out of his head. He desperately wants kids with you.

Husband!Childe who spoils you with pretty gifts. Anything from jewelry to trinkets you enjoy, clothes to specialty foods, anything you want his pretty little thing gets. After he comes home from work he always slides something on the kitchen table as he watches you making dinner. Seeing his love work hard for him makes everything worth it..

Husband!Childe who shows you off to EVERYONE. And he means everyone. His subordinates, his fellow Harbingers, Zhongli, The Traveler, hell even when he was in prison in Fontaine he kept talking about you his lovely lover.

Nsfw!

Husband!Childe who begs you one night to let him fuck a baby into you while he's massaging your stomach. You hadn't asked why until he blurted it out. His eyes are filled with lust and love as he waits for your answer. The second you say yes he pounces and rips your clothes off, throwing them to the floor with haste.

Husband!Childe who pumps unrelenting into you, listening to you babble and moan as you take him so fucking nicely. Your ankles resting on his hips as he drills into you. He can't stop thinking about filling you up with his cum, getting you undoubtedly pregnant.

Husband!Childe who teases you until you can't think. His words messing with your thinking. "That's it sweet thing..a-ah yes..gonna make you a m-mommy.." He hisses as he slowly pushes into your slick again. "S-So tight honey..relax a bit.." He breathes as he leans down to nibble on your ear as he humps forward in and out of you.

Husband!Childe who speeds up a bit as your breath hitches. You're close, and so is he, so why not finish together? "So g-good sweetheart..just a f-few more minutes baby cmon you can do it!" He whines softly in your ear. As the soft plap plap plaps hit his ears he lets out a low moan, thrusting in one more time as you both let out high pitched whines and moans.

Husband!Childe who notices some of his cum leaking out as he pulls out, clicking his tongue. "Now, now darling..that-" He scoops some of it onto his fingers, sliding them into your cunt. "Needs to stay inside.."

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Husband!Childe who genuinely loves you and cares for you. And he always will. When your baby finally is born he takes the baby out of the delivery room to let you rest. "Hmm..you look just like them.." He whispers to the baby. The baby in question can barely even open his eyes. But Childe knows, those eyes are yours. "Now.. I'm going to tell you ALLLL about how great your mommy is~" He teases and starts his stories.

Yeah..life will be just fine. He has you, and this cute little baby. He couldn't ask for more.

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I saw ur ororon post and I loved it BUT the reason why ppl "trash" on his design is simply because his design is offensive as well as chasca's. I'm sure u alr knew that but I'm simply telling u why, sorry I offended u in anyway! 🫶

I SHOULD'VE MENTIONED THAT YES I DO KNOW AND I WISH THEY MADE A DIFFERENT DESIGN FOR HIM. But like kept his current design for a DIFFERENT character. I feel like Ororon would've been much much better with a design more fit for his name especially since he's named after a god I've heard? But I do see ppl just saying it's an ugly design all together.

Thank you for informing me though! I did more research just now 😭

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Consequences and a Wedding

(Wriothesley x Fem! Reader)

cw-: ANGST HELLA ANGST, one sided love, best friends to strangers, marriage!, pregnancy and childbirth mentioned!, tears, Neuvillette mentioned!

🎀 authorsnote: literally cried halfway through this so enjoy fr

please don't steal my work!

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Wriothesley and you have been friends for years, being locked up in the Fortress together and being closely the same age, you stuck to each other like glue.

Now everythings different, still best friends, but you moved to the surface..and fell for Monsieur Neuvillette. Wriothesley disliked this but never spoke on it, he just wanted his girl to be happy.

Even if she didn't know how he felt..

On one of your regularly scheduled hangouts with Wriothesley he brought up that a Melusine had reported seeing you and your...boyfriend...around the Opera House the other evening.

"Oh yes!" You beam with excitement. "Monsieur Neuvillette proposed!" You shake his arm, squealing into the night air.

“He proposed to you?” He quickly looks at your hand, looking for a ring. Once he spots it, he feels like he's been punched in the stomach..

He sighs. “And you said…?”

Gazing into your pretty eyes...god how they sparkle. No. Not now Wriothesley. Focus.

"I obviously said YES! I mean the opportunity doesn't come along everyday!" You sigh happily after.

He takes a deep breath before replying, trying to sound as monotone as possible. “…Congratulations.”

Every part of him was SCREAMING to tell you, tell you how he always wanted to be the one by your side, to propose, to marry you, to have kids with you. But he can’t bring himself to say any of that. Instead he continues. “Whens the wedding?”

"Nine months!" You chirp happily, twisting your ring on your finger. Your hair blows a bit in the wind.

“Nine months?” He tries to be as nonchalant as possible. “That’s… pretty soon.”

He looks at the ring one more time. It’s actually a very pretty ring. It suits you. He looks away, gazing over the hilltop you both were sitting on.

After a small pause of silence, all silent except for the small chirps and noises from the nighttime wildlife. You break the silence.

"You'll come right?"

He looks at your eyes. They look…excited about the whole thing. A part of himself wishes to destroy that excitement, to tell you that he doesn’t want to go, that he doesn’t want you to marry someone else.

He sighs. He could never say that to you. “Of course. How could I not go?”

Your mouth curls into a smile. "See I knew you'd understand..."

Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush.

He puts an arm around your waist awkwardly. A part of him would love to hold you forever, but the other part tells him it’s wrong. That he can’t do this, can’t get that close. That doesn’t stop him from savoring the moment, though.

Wriothesley lets out a small chuckle as he looks away. “Why wouldn’t I understand?”

"Neuvillette said you'd probably be upset. But I don't know why." You sigh softly with a confused expression on your face.

You looked so cute like that..

NO. Nuh uh Wriothesley, get it together!

"Is it cuz I'm getting married before you? Because Wriothesley believe me someone WILL marry you!" You pat his chest with your hand.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your last statement, amused by how confident you sound while saying such a thing. He smiles, still looking away.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, chuckling again, then sighed. “I don’t really care much about that. And I’m not upset, I assure you. I just…” He paused, like he’s thinking of what words to use next. “I just…want you to be happy.”

"You're a great friend Wrio..." You smile gently. "Wait wait!" You squeal, pulling away to stand in front of him before grabbing his arms. "Instead of a maid of honor I want you!"

Great…friend. Why does hearing that word hurt him so badly? He puts on a soft smile while looking at you once again.

"You’d want me to be your maid of honor?" He raised a brow jokingly.

You nod excitedly. "YEAH!" Jumping up and down, shaking him a bit in the process. "Wrio PLEASEEE!"

He watches your cute expression, as you jump, smile and look at him with those pleading eyes. He laughs at your excitement and shakes his head.

"Archons…fine. I accept."

You hug him crushingly tight before pressing a harsh kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, thank you!"

His eyes widen for a moment, not expecting the sudden hug. It takes a moment before he relaxes, putting his arms back around your body.

He smiled and let out a small laugh once again, feeling your warmth against him. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He then said in a sarcastic tone. "You’re gonna be the death of me…"

You let out a 'pfft' sound and roll your eyes. "Ahhh you know you love me~" You smirk teasingly.

He chuckled at your comment.

“Love” huh? If only you knew.

He then jokingly replied. “You’re a menace. You know that?”

You take his hands with a playful smile. "Yeah ok Wriothesley..."

He tries to pretend he isn’t affected by your smile or by you holding his hands. But his heart beats uncontrollably fast under his chest.

He looks down at your hands. Such small hands in his much bigger ones. He feels a sudden urge to close his fingers around yours, hold your hands tighter, never let you go.

"Ok now I have to go.." You sigh softly. "Neuvillette will be wondering why I'm home so late..."

Right. Neuvillette. He forgot about him for a short moment. Now being reminded of it, he felt that familiar feeling of jealousy again.

He swallowed before talking, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Yeah, I suppose you should go.”

"Same time next week?" You hold your pinky up with a glint in your eyes.

A small smile formed on his lips the moment he sees your cute, silly gesture, which he gladly returned with his own pinky, hooking yours on it. “Sure. Same time next week."

You let go of his pinky and walk off, looking over your shoulder to wave bye.

He watches you walk away, unable to take his eyes off you. Your figure, your hair flowing, the way you wave at him..he memorized every single detail. It’s not until you’re gone that he lets out a small sigh.

How is he going to watch you get married to someone else..and the Chief Justice no less...

That night he has the worst nightmares. Now others can say falling in your dreams or getting chased in them or natural disasters are the worst nightmares to have. But no. Wriothesleys was coming to terms with the fact you were getting married.

Not to him...

He tossed and turned in his sleep, dreaming nightmares. Nightmares of you, dreaming about you in a beautiful white wedding dress, walking down the aisle to the man waiting for you.

That stupid fucking judge...

You look joyful, happy, excited…and he can’t do anything. Nothing but watch you from afar, as you reach your destination and that horrible man holds your hands in his.

He CAN'T let that happen.

That single thought wakes him up from the dream. He gasps as he sits up on the bed, breathing heavily. He couldn’t do anything in the dream, but…could it be different in reality? He clenched his fists, determined to do something about it.

Days, weeks, and months fly by. The amount of times he had almost told you how he felt...yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. So now here he is, standing in the corner of the bridal room, watching you get ready to be wed to another man.

He tries to look calm, hiding how nervous he actually was. You look absolutely stunning in that wedding dress, but it only serves to remind him of the nightmare he had. Seeing you this close but not being able to stop you as you get ready to walk down the aisle, it felt like torture.

He takes a deep breath before speaking up, not looking at you directly. “You look… beautiful.”

Your eyes light up as you gaze at him in the mirror you were doing your hair in. "You promise?"

His heart skips a beat when you look at him through the mirror. He almost lost his composure for a moment, but he managed to reply with a smile. “Why do you even have to ask? Of course I mean it.”

As he watches you straighten your dress and take a deep breath you nibble your bottom lip. "Do you think Neuvillette will like it?" You whisper worriedly.

His grip on his tie tightened. The mention of that name irritates him, yet he puts on a fake smile.

“He’d be a fool if he doesn’t.”

Wriothesley keeps watching you with loving eyes that go unnoticed. Watching you being so excited about wedding, listening to you gush over Neuvillette, it makes his heart ache.

Eventually, when you start fixing your hair, he swallows before speaking up. “Can I say something?”

You just nod with a smile. Acknowledging him with a small hum.

He was about to say it, about to ask you to reconsider marrying that man. Then he looked at your smile, the way it lights up your entire face. Archons, you’re too beautiful…

But he has to say it. He has to make his feelings known, or he’d regret it forever.

He takes a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly. “Don’t marry him.”

..

...

....

The room plunges into a silence. Deadly quiet, you could probably hear a seam rip. He glances at the mirror at your fallen smile.

"...What?" You turn in your seat to face him.

Seeing the confused, hurt look on your face is almost too much for him to bear.

He stood up, looking straight into your eyes. He’ll say it even if you end up hating him.

“I…I don’t want you to marry him. I don’t want you to marry anyone, actually.”

He paused, taking a shaky breath. This is it. His one and only chance. “I…I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a long, long time.”

..

...

....

You stand up, eyes narrowing with anger and something else he can't detect. He could care less...you look PISSED.

His heart beats even faster. He can’t tell what’s going on inside your head, your expression is neutral now, showing him no signs of what you’re feeling. He swallows and continues speaking, slowly, like he’s thinking each word carefully.

“I know I…I know I have no right to tell you not to marry someone else. This is your life and you can choose who you want to spend it with…But I couldn’t just stand and watch, as you marry someone else, without telling…without telling you how I really feel about you.”

You take a deep breath and fold your hands together. "Wriothesley. You had ALL the time in Teyvat to tell me this."  Your whisper is deadly.

His shoulders lower, feeling the guilt of his own cowardness.

He looked down, unable to look into your eyes, before saying quietly in a guilt-ridden voice. “I know. I know. I should’ve said it sooner. I meant to, many times. But I… couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was… afraid.”

"You could've told me BEFORE Neuvillette!" You snap at him. Wriothesley flinches back a bit, you've never snapped at him.

“I know that too…!” He couldn’t help but raise his voice as well. “I know that. Archons, I’ve been beating myself up ever since the moment you told me you were dating him, asking myself why I didn’t just confess before all of this. But I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you, even as a friend. I…I was a goddamn coward.”

"Wriothesley this is bullshit!" You raise your voice again. Which causes him to do the same.

His usual calm and composed demeanor was long gone. He was yelling too, his voice filling the entire room. He’s glad the guests have moved to the cathedral and there’s no one else left in this room except you two.

He takes a deep, shaky breath trying to gather his thoughts and spoke again, his voice still rising in anger.

“You think I don’t know that?! You think I don’t regret the fact that I didn’t tell you sooner, that I didn’t tell you before you met Neuvillette?!”

You clap your hands together and grind your teeth together. "You think this is APPROPRIATE to tell me at my fucking WEDDING!?" You shout in his face.

“No! I know it’s not appropriate! I know it’s too late! I know you’ve made up your mind and I know this is horrible timing! But if I didn’t say it, I’d regret it forever!”

His voice was getting louder and louder. “You think I can watch you get married to him and pretend like I’m so happy for you? I’d be torturing myself!”

You just stare in shock and anger. "You...you can go!"

He paused to catch his breath. His heart was still beating fast from all the yelling, but his eyes widened at your words.

“What?” He said, in a much quieter voice. Is that what he heard right? Is she...asking him to leave? The same person who was so happy to have him as her 'maid' of honor, not less than an hour ago? “You’re… telling me to go?”

You turn away for a minute. "Get OUT." A dark whisper. And it shatters him.

Wriothesley went quiet. He couldn’t believe he’s actually being thrown out, by you, the person he loved. Then, another feeling hit him, making him want to punch something.

Never. Never in front of you.

“So…that’s it? That’s all I get?” He said, his voice rising again. “I pour out my feelings for you, right when you’re about to get married, and you…just tell me to get out?”

You let out a broken laugh and turn to him. "I'm getting married! Wriothesley." You swallow. "Did you even HEAR yourself?"

“And I know that! But by the hydro archon, it’s like you don’t even care I’m hurting! I’m trying to tell you I love you, and you’re acting like it’s nothing, like you don’t care!”

He almost yelled by the end of the sentence, all the stress and anger building up together now that he’s finally letting out what he’s been feeling. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trying to fight the tears that started welling up in his eyes.

You take a deep breath. "You." You begin before biting your lip. "I can't believe you..."

He’s expecting some other mean words from you, words that’ll make him even angrier. He’s expecting another argument, but he didn’t expect to hear your own voice crack suddenly. He paused, looking back at you.

“You can’t believe me?” He asked, confusion and anger lacing his voice. “You can’t believe I have feelings for you? Why can't you…I’ve been loving you for years!”

You shake your head, blinking, so tears won't shed. "Wriothesley. Archons..I loved you." You whisper.

He wasn’t expecting that. Not at all. His anger fades away, his heart beating fast once again, but for a different reason.

“You…You what?” His voice went unusually quieter. Did he hear you right? Is this a dream? An imagination? Is all the stress getting to him?

"For years...so many!" You whisper. "And then you never expressed them back."

Wriothesley stared at you with widened eyes, his brain having trouble processing what you just said. He couldn’t believe it. You…loved him? The whole time? Then that’d mean…that’d mean he should’ve said it sooner, he should’ve told you a long, long time ago.

He slowly moved closer to you. “You…you really loved me?”

The room goes a bit quiet again. Guests shuffling by and then the noise disappears. 

"Yes." You whisper. "But...I moved on."

“Moved on’ ” was the part that broke his heart. He clenched his fists, looking down. He was too late, and now he’s going to lose you. All of it because he’s a coward who didn’t dare tell you how he felt.

“You don’t love me anymore.” He said, speaking barely louder than a whisper, as if he’s trying to make sure those words aren’t true.

You both pause as the church bells go off. The bells signaled that the wedding is going to start. He knew the guests had probably taken their seats already. Neuvillette is waiting for you, down at the aisle. But he still couldn’t bring himself to just let you go, not after having this conversation.

He took a few more steps, now standing in front of you, looking down at you. The pain in his heart became unbearable.

“Please, don’t marry him…"

You blink away a tear and swallow, reaching out to hold his hands. "Stay or go Wriothesley. But I'm marrying him."

The moment you held his hand his heart hurt even more. This is it. You’re marrying another man. The thought of it hurts his heart so badly he almost couldn’t breathe.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, looking at your hand on his, before speaking quietly.

“If I…if I can’t change your mind…Will you at least allow me one selfish request before the wedding?”

You hesitate before nodding. Time ticking down.

He closed his eyes, mentally bracing himself. This is the most selfish thing to ask for yet he wanted, no, no… he needed it so badly. He took a deep breath before speaking, looking directly into your eyes.

“Can I…kiss you?…at least once, before you walk down that aisle?”

God those eyes..

As they widen and you stammer he can't help but crack the ghost of a smile, before you calm down and sigh. "This doesn't leave this room.." You whisper.

His heart skipped a beat at your answer. By the seven, it’s like he has never felt so relieved and hopeful at the same time. You finally said yes. He couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world for a moment.

He moved even closer, towering over you. He held your chin with one hand, tilting your head upwards to look at him. His other hand was on your hip.

“Promise.” He said, before leaning down to kiss you softly.

He felt like he was on cloud nine when your lips met his. After so many times of imagining what it would feel like to kiss you, finally feeling your soft lips against his makes his heart beat even faster.

He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep kissing you more and more, but he finally pulled away when you did. It took a few seconds for him to recover from the shock, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Why?” He asked quietly.

"That was wrong Wriothesley." You whisper, rubbing your lipgloss off before reapplying it.

“Wrong?…”

The way you said it stung a little. He knew it was wrong because you’re engaged to someone else, but he’s pretty sure the kiss wasn’t wrong itself. The kiss was absolutely perfect for him, and he had to swallow the protest already on the tip of his tongue.

He stayed silent for a beat, before speaking again. His voice sounded frustrated.

“Why did you agree then?”

"I..I don't know!" You whisper frustrated and flustered, face burning with embarrassment and worry.

He watched you frustrated, still standing in front of you. If he’s being honest, it’s making him frustrated too. You didn’t seem to know what you want, what you’re doing, and by the seven, it’s driving him crazy. Why did you let him kiss you if you believe it’s wrong? And why did you allow him that selfish request in the first place if you don’t even know why?

He stepped even closer, holding your chin again, tilting your head upwards.

“Answer me something…”

You swallow your worries and nod for him to ask.

He leaned down a little, looking directly into your eyes. His voice was quiet and low, filled with mixture of pain, frustration and maybe a hint of hope.

“When you kissed me back, did you feel it?...”

You gaze into his eyes. "Feel what."

It took all his self-restraint not to pull you into a kiss again. He looked at you, his eyes darkened a little.

“Feel…anything.” He swallowed before continuing, his voice getting slightly quieter. “Anything at all….”

"No." You whisper almost immediately. The icy tone in your voice pierces his heart.

It felt like a cold shower was poured onto him. He knew you’re lying. He’s certain you did feel something. You must have. He’s sure you didn’t kiss him for nothing. He stared at you for few seconds, before finally letting anger take over.

“You’re lying.” He said, almost gritting his teeth.

You take a deep breath and shakily swallow. "I-I must go now."

He gripped your hip a little tighter, preventing you from walking past him.

“No, no, you’re not going anywhere. Not until you tell me the truth.” He said, in a firm and slightly commanding tone.

"Wriothesley.." You meet his gaze again and he sees it. Love. But...not for him.

He hates that he sees the love in your eyes and it hurts him. He didn’t want to accept it, didn’t want to believe what he was seeing, but it’s impossible to lie to himself. That look in your eyes only confirms what he already knows, and it’s making his heart hurt so badly.

But he’s going to push it further. Just this once, he’ll force it out of you. He tightens his grip on your hip a little more, almost enough to leave a mark.

“Say it. Say it out loud.”

"I love Neuvillette..not you.." You whisper, voice cracking a bit.

He already knew it. He knew you don’t love him. The way you’re acting, the look in your eyes were all enough clues for him to know the truth. But…but hearing you say it out loud, so easily without hesitation, it’s like another kind of pain.

He was still holding his ground. He’s not letting you go yet. Not until he says his own thoughts out loud as well.

“Then why did you let me kiss you?"

"Closure..." You whisper sadly.

‘Closure’? It’s like a stab through his heart. Closure. Of course that’s all he’s going to get, a ‘goodbye’ kiss to finally get the closure you need. He couldn’t believe it. You don’t love him, this was all just a ‘closure’ kiss for you. He took a shaky breath and almost whispered.

“Just… closure…then?”

You just nod gently.

He doesn’t know what part of him expected something different. He doesn’t know why his heart still hoped that maybe, just maybe, you’d realized your feelings toward him were stronger than you believed. He let out a bitter and dry chuckle. Closure. That’s what you want, and that’s what you’re going to get.

He took a few more seconds to control his emotions, before speaking quietly in a low, dark voice.

“And is this going to be the only closure I get?”

You look into his eyes, sadness in them this time. "Watch me get married at least?" You whisper.

But he knows he can't

His heart ached at the thought of it. The pain of seeing you walk down that aisle, marrying another man, a man that’s not him, will be unbearable. He can’t do it. He can’t make himself watch you marry Neuvillette and act like nothing was wrong, like everything will just go back to normal after you tie the knot. He just can’t.

He swallowed. If he can’t watch you get married, then he’s going to let you go in a different way.

The duke suddenly stepped away, taking his hand off your hip and letting you go. His voice took on another commanding tone. He’s trying to keep his voice steady and firm, even though the pain was almost unbearable.

“Go…” He said, gesturing towards the door. “Go…and go marry...him...like you’re supposed to.”

You smile sadly. "I hope to see you out there.." Hugging him tightly, holding on a little too long before breaking apart and leaving. Glancing back to blink a tear away before disappearing from his view.

It took all his self-restraint not to pull you into a tight embrace and stop you from walking away. He had to do this for the sake of his own heart, even though his soul was screaming at him to not let you go, to stop you and just pull you to him, maybe even lock the door so you won’t leave.

But he didn’t do any of that. He just watched you give him one last sad smile before you hug him. He closed his eyes, not returning the hug, letting himself enjoy the last bit of contact between the two of you.

He can hear everything from behind the door. The bells, the music, the voices of the guests, people waiting for the ceremony to start.

And he hates it. He can’t stand the thought of you walking down the aisle, smiling at Neuvillette, holding his hands, making promises to stay with him forever. To be with another man, a man that’s not him.

He leans against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to block out all the noise.

The tall man tried to hold on as best as he could, but he just couldn’t. He had to take a look. He’ll never get another chance, after all. He slowly opened the door, peeking through the gap, trying not to attract attention. He just had to see you.

The moment he saw you, all beautiful and radiant in your wedding gown, it’s like something broke in his heart. You’re walking towards Neuvillette, your smile bright and happy as you approach the altar. It’s like a dagger, twisting slowly inside his heart. This is really happening.

You’re going to marry him...

He sees you exchanging the vows, watching from afar with a heavy heart. The pain is almost unbearable now, watching you commit your life to another man. He’s not the type to show his vulnerability in public, but he can’t help but grip the edge of the door harder, trying to keep himself composed as his heart breaks into pieces in the process.

Our eyes meet, and for a second your voice breaks in the middle of the vows. But you quickly fix it. Looking away from him.

He held onto the door tighter as your voice broke. You looked straight at him when it happened, and he couldn’t help but feel his heart skip when your eyes meet. But then you immediately looked away and continued with the vows, leaving him stunned.

You saw him, you’re the one whose eyes lingered on him for a long moment, only pulling away because you have to finish the ceremony. Why do you look at him like that when you’re about to marry another man?

He can hear the priest going through the final part of the ceremony, asking you and Neuvillette say the last few words, saying ‘I do’. His heart hurt so badly that it’s almost hard to breathe. It’s over. You’ll now be married. You’ll now be a wife, a wife to another man...

"Do you. Take Neuvillette to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest smiles. You swallow and glance at Wriothesley before looking into Neuvillettes eyes.

"I do."

He stared at you as you said those words. His knuckles almost whitened with how hard he’s gripping the door, wishing he could just burst through and stop you… but he stayed. He stayed, and the only thing he could do is to watch, the pain overwhelming his heart and leaving him breathless.

He stayed silent as the priest proclaimed the wedding done, declaring that you and Neuvillette are now a husband and a wife, legally bound to each other forever… forever. The finality of it all left a bitter taste in his mouth. It’s over, for good. There’s no turning back now. You’re a married woman now. You’re no longer his, and it stings to realize it.

You and Wriothesley lost contact after the wedding. He holed himself up in The Fortress of Meropide, went back to being just an underworld dweller. Ten years had passed, and Clorinde had convinced him to visit the surface.

He had asked her over the years to update him on your life. But she refused. Not wanting him to worry about it.

Ten years might have passed, but the pain hasn’t diminished in the slightest. It’s dulled a little, but the memories of what happened that day still haunt him to this day, leaving a deep ache in his heart every time he thinks about you.

He’s doing a bit better now, or at least he’s trying to convince himself that way. He threw himself into his work, trying to find some kind of distraction, but none seemed to be enough to fully make him forget you.

When he finally goes up to visit  Fontaine's surface...for the first time in ten years...his heart stops as he hears a familiar voice near the Opera House.

It’s been ten years, but he recognized your voice immediately. He froze as he turned towards the source of the voice, feeling a sudden rush of emotions. Excitement, happiness, dread, worry, all mixed up into a messy bundle. It’s you. You’re here, for the first time in years.

You're holding a baby in a baby carrier, a grocery bag in the other hand. "Daddy will be happy to see you sweetheart~" You giggle at the baby.

He could barely believe his eyes. You’re here, and you’re holding a baby. As he observed you, the realization hit him. You’re a mother now. The thought sent a strange mix of emotions through him, a mix of happiness, sadness, and a sprinkle of jealousy.

The baby babbles and coos with excitement as you hand it a small toy.

He couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched you. You seem so relaxed, so at peace, holding your baby. You’re such a wonderful mother. He tried to push down the thoughts of him in Neuvillette’s place, standing beside you as you hold your child, but it’s almost impossible to keep it from popping up in his head.

His heart sank as he saw Neuvillette walking towards you, a small smile on his face as he finally catches up with you. He instinctively stepped back to stay hidden, watching you both with a mixture of emotions. It’s bittersweet, watching you with your husband and your child, knowing it could have been HIM if things were different…if only he was a little more brave...

He watched bitterly as you and Neuvillette exchanged a kiss, unable to look away. Seeing the two of you again, together, happily married with a child, makes the pain he was trying to push away come back, worse than ever before. The realization that you’re forever out of reach hurts even more now that he can see you right before him again.

As we walk past Wriothesley you don't even look. He doesn't even know if you recognized him.

He felt a pang of hurt as you walked past him without noticing him at all. Not even a single glance in his direction. He didn’t know if you didn’t recognize him or just didn’t bother to look, but the message is clear. You don’t care about him and you don’t plan to anymore. The realization stung, like a bitter pill he had to swallow.

He noticed you dropped something, a toy that your baby was playing with. He was reluctant to interfere, knowing he has no place in your life anymore. But the sight of you walking away with your child, unaware of the toy, tugged at his heartstrings. He took a deep breath, gathering what little courage he had, before reluctantly calling out to you.

“Hey…” He called out, trying to keep his voice steady as he called out to you from behind. He could feel his heart racing as he spoke, the anxiety of talking to you again after so many years and the fear of getting ignored leaving him on the edge.

You turn and laugh nervously. "Oh Gods sorry!" You hand the grocery bag to Neuvillette and take the toy from Wriothesley. "Thank you so-" You cut off as you meet his icy blue eyes.

He stood there, looking at you, his heart hammering in his chest as your eyes met his. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words to speak. Seeing you up close, those eyes, that smile, still the same despite the years that passed, it’s almost like he’s transported back in time before everything happened, before he lost you.

You don't acknowledge it as you clear your throat. "Thank you.."

He nods gently in response, still trying to gather his thoughts. Your casual tone almost stung, as if you don’t remember anything about their past. He took a shaky breath and forced himself to speak again.

“You’re…you’re welcome…” He said, his voice slightly unsteady.

He watches as you turn and move back to your place beside Neuvillette, his heart sinking just a little further as you don’t even look back at him. It’s like talking to a stranger. Or maybe that’s exactly what you two are now.

He let out a soft exhale, shoving his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from making a mistake by grabbing your hand and pulling you close.

His heart clenched as he watched you and Neuvillette walking together, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The sight of you both, with your child, the family you’ve built together, it’s like a dagger digging deeper into his already shattered heart. It’s like a constant reminder of what could have been for him if things were different…if he wasn’t so cowardly and actually told you his feelings before it was too late.

What could've been...

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HI EVERYONE ITS BEEN A WHILE HASN'T IT..sorry for that. I know I told everyone I was coming back like so many times but life has been so busy<3, ANYWAYS HERE'S AN ORORON FIC! I'll try to get more fics out fr.

Bats Come Out to Play at Night

(Ororon x fem! reader)

cw-: NSFW 18+, nudity, fem! receiving, male! receiving, blowjob, oral sex, eating out, words like cunt and cock used, teasing, fluffy at the end, established relationship<3

🎀 authorsnote: Ororon is so fine, and ppl can trash on his design..but he's so fine to me fr..

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18+ .Minors DNI. 18+

You and Ororon haven't seen each other for quite a bit. With him being so busy with the Fatui (yes you do know) and you being preoccupied with steering people AWAY from suspecting your boyfriend. It's been tough to find time to spend together.

Well today was the only day this month to see each other. So you made the plans and agreed to meet him at his place later in the evening.

As time ticks by, Ororon finds himself pacing back and forth in his room, waiting for the moment you would show up. He was restless, a little impatient at this point. He's been WAITING for you, he NEEDED you, he wanted to have you all to himself as you promised. As the hours pass he glances at the door again and again, fidgety, he wants you to be here..right. now.

Around midnight he starts to give up, flopping backwards on his bed and sighing. But he hears a small scratch noise at his window. He sits up and stares at it before it slides open and you fall onto the floor.

Your boyfriend jumps up so fast, his feet almost tripping over themselves. He immediately helps you up and hugs you tightly, mouth curving into a slight smirk.

"Took you long enough.." He pulls away just to gaze at your face, speaking in a slightly teasing tone as he pulls you against him again.

You roll your eyes teasingly. "I'm guessing that means you missed me?" Your breath fans over his neck softly as you kiss his jawline.

He wraps his arms tightly around your waist and looks down at you. Letting out a small huff of amusement with a dash of affection as he speaks again.

"Always my love~" He hums as the smirk from before creeps back onto his lips. He leans down slightly, so his face is almost on the same level as yours.

"You're late sweetheart.." He points out with a pout.

You sigh softly with a mimicking pout. "Kinich needed help with that.. companion..of his." You pinch the bridge of your nose. "I swear that thing is so ANNOYING.."

Ororon's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of Kinich. It always annoys him when you mention that pixelated fool. He wants to be the only one that gets your attention. But this time he just shakes his head and lets out a small sigh instead of complaining.

"Of course he did" He mumbles before he pulls you even closer to him, almost making you stumble against him. "You should be helping me, not him.."

You smile gently as his facial expressions show a hint of jealousy. "Is my boyfriend feeling jealous?" Your teasing tone makes him flush as he buries your face in his neck to hide it. Gently you begin to kiss his neck, peppering his softest spots with your lips.

He lets out a hum of satisfaction as you kiss his neck. He brings a hand up to the back of your head and pushes it closer to his neck, wanting you to keep kissing the sensitive skin.

"I like that.." He mutters, his eyes closing as he lets himself enjoy the feeling. He slowly slides his other hand down to your hip and gently squeezes it, pulling you flush against his body so that your curves are pressed against him.

You take that as a sign and immediately push him backwards to the bed, he falls gently onto the furniture with a small 'oof' his eyes closed.

His eyes open and he stares up at you for a second, he looks a bit flustered at the sudden display of want and need. "Impatient my darling?" He asks, a small smirk dancing on his lips as he looks up at you from the bed.

"Missed you..." You whisper with a small whine, making your way to straddle him. Practically pinning his hips to the bed. Your hair slides over your shoulder to hang but you quickly tie it up. Leaning down you kiss his neck again, sometimes kitten licking soft areas.

Ororon lets out a small sigh of satisfaction as you kiss his neck. He lets his hands rest on your hips, still keeping you in place above him. He tilts his head slightly, giving you more access to his neck.

"I missed you too love..." He mutters between small hums of pleasure. He can feel himself get more excited as you straddle him, his grip on your hips tightening slightly.

Your lips move against his collar bone, trailing up to his jaw until you gently nip at the skin, making him flinch a bit. You smirk at that, getting bolder and biting down.

He lets out a small gasp when you bite his neck. He wasn't expecting the sudden feeling, but still he lets you continue. He lifts one of his hands from your hip and slides it under your shirt, slowly caressing your back with his fingers.

"Mmhm....love...don't leave marks...please.." He mutters in between sighs and hums of pleasure, his face burning up.

You huff softly and lean back. "But whyyyy?" Your movements are driving him insane, the pressure from you moving touching all the right places.

He looks up at you and lets out a small embarrassed noise. "Because...because I don't want everyone to see" He mumbles slightly, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

He would love to have hickies and bite marks all over his neck that everyone would see, that would show to everyone who he belongs too, but he doesn't want Capitano to find him...unprofessional or weird...

His heart sinks as you start to slide off his lap. He knew how that sounded. He notices the look on your face and quickly reaches up to cup your face in his hand, pulling your hip back with the other.

"No, no, don't be sad, please don't be sad!" He whispers quickly, his voice having a small bit of alarm in it. "It's not that I don't want you to, trust me, I do. I really really do, but Capitano and the others might never leave me alone if they see you've left marks on my neck.." His eyes gaze into yours.

You pout some more, bottom lip putting out as you huff. He can't help but sigh lovingly at your little theatrics.

Seeing your pout makes his heart melt. You look so cute when you pout, he also can't help but smile slightly as he looks up at you.

"Love, don't pout please. You're so adorable when you pout but you don't have to look so sad..." He says, his voice soft and comforting. He gently runs his fingers gently over your jaw and his thumb lightly caresses your bottom lip.

You sigh softly and nod. "Fine.." You lean down to kiss his neck, gentler this time, making sure to leave no marks...but you can't get it out of your head...

He bites his lip, closing his eyes as he tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck. His hands start wandering over your body, slowly caressing up and down your sides as he takes in the feeling of your kisses on his skin.

Your lips pull off from his neck with a quiet pop. "Your shirt would cover this yeah?" Your finger pokes his shoulder.

He opens his eyes and glances at the place you pointed to, his shoulder. His shirt definitely would cover any marks there. He nods and looks back at you, a small, amused smirk on his face

"It does, love~" He responds, practically purring with delight.

Your eyes narrow with lust as you smirk. "Good..then let me just.." Your fingers quickly work to lift his shirt off.

He watches as you slide his shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned body underneath. He lets his arms fall back down on the bed as he lets you take his shirt off, his eyes watching your every move. He lets out a small sigh of anticipation, he knows he's getting excited and his heart just beats faster..

Kissing his neck you make your way to his shoulder and bicep area, biting and nipping away. He lets out a small gasp at the nips and bites against his shoulder. His body involuntarily jerks slightly at the feeling but he lets you continue, his heart rate getting faster as you continue kissing his shoulder and nipping at his skin.

You smirk softly, licking a bite you made. "This ok hon?"

He nods rapidly, still breathing slightly heavily as he answers. "Y-Yes, it's...it's okay" He wants you to keep biting and nibbling at his skin, he loves the way it feels, the feeling of your fucking perfect lips on his body.

You slide back a bit to trail kisses from his chest to his abdomen. Making sure he's watching you as you do. When you reach his belt your eyes lock with his.

He lets out small involuntary gasps as you kiss down his chest and stomach, his body reacting to the feeling of your lips on his skin. He watches as you get lower and lower until you reach his belt. His breath hitches and his heart speeds up as he watches you, eager and excited, waiting for what comes next.

Your hands ghost over his belt clasp, meeting his gaze yet again just to make sure it's ok. And his eyes glint with pure lust, your sign to continue.

He nibbles at his lip as he watches you undo his belt. He can feel his pants already getting slightly tighter as you discard his belt on the floor, making a pile with his shirt. He lets out a small huff of anticipation. He's eager for you to touch him, he needs to feel you, he wants you desperately..

"This ok love?" You smirk seductively at him, eyes hazy with something he knows quite well.

He lets out a small noise at your words and his breath hitches. He looks down at you, his eyes slightly darkened with lust. He nods eagerly to your question, silently begging for you to touch him, to continue.

"Yes, love, yes please!" He all but whines out into the quiet bedroom.

Your hands loop onto his waistband and start to pull down his jeans. He helps you pull his pants down and off and then he's left only in his boxers, still with you on his lap. He swallows and lets out a shaky breath, his heart is racing as he looks up at you, his eyes going dark showing how eager he is to feel you.

You smirk lazily as you push back and drop to the floor, pushing your head in between his legs. He lets out a small gasp as you move between his legs.

His breath hitches, he's very aware of where you are, your face being so close to the area he wants you to be at most, only the thin material of his boxers blocking your way. He's also very much aware of the small wet spot that's very visible on the front of them.

You kiss the spot gently, making eye contact as he slides up onto his elbows. "I need a yes sweetheart.." Your hand gently tugs at his waistband.

He lets out another sharp breath, his whole body feels hot and sensitive. Nodding rapidly he chokes out a whisper back to you, his voice slightly shaky with haziness.

"Y-Yes...yes baby, yes please..."

He lifts his hips slightly to help you with taking his boxers off and he lets out a shaky breath as he watches you take them off for him.

"Darling...please, please touch me, I need it.." He mutters in a low, almost pleading voice. His breath hitches in anticipation as he watches your next move, his body already burning with need for you to touch him, to give him the blissful satisfaction he so desperately craves from you...

Your smirk from earlier doesn't shrink, especially when you see how hard his cock is already. Practically has a mind of its own, twitching and leaking and you've barely done a damn thing..

"I knoww honey shh...it'll be ok..." You slowly kiss his tip, which makes it twitch each time you do. You swirl your tongue until you open your mouth wider to begin. Your eyes meet his as you suck only on his tip, just to tease him.

Your boyfriend lets out a small gasp as you start to bob on him. He has to throw his head back and throw an arm over his face to muffle the almost disgusting lewd sounds he makes..

You smile gently and he fucking knows it, he can feel it. He lets out another soft gasp as you smile, your gentle smile sending a shiver down his spine. Every movement you make, every touch, every sound is making him shiver and gasp. He keeps his arm over his face to muffle the noises, but he loves this, having you between his legs, making him feel like he's the only one who matters to you.

You trail your eyes to look at him, and the sight makes you almost stop. His face is breathtaking, a whimpering moaning mess trying to hold it all back. Short breaths, curses, and small droplets of sweat beading his forehead.

He feels your gaze on him and lifts the arm that covers his face slightly so he can look at you. He can feel his cheeks burning from the intense pleasure and the effort to keep quiet, to not moan and gasp too loudly. He holds eye contact with you as he stares at you, his eyes dark and filled with need and want, his mouth slightly open from the pleasure he's feeling.

You know what you have to do.

You take a breath and sink your mouth all the way down to his abdomen, nose pressing against it gently. Suckling sounds are the only noise in the room for a few minutes as his brain had completely stopped.

When his brain registers what he's feeling it makes him gasp loudly, his whole body suddenly tensing up. He throws his head back again, unable to keep looking at you.

"Please, please, love, please don't stop, please, please!" He whimpers in between gasps and his voice is starting to sound a little desperate, the pleasure he's feeling is building up inside him, he can feel the pressure building, begging to be stroked out of him..

You can't help but chuckle a bit, muffled by the twitching cock deep in your throat. So you smirk.

And dammit..he feels that too..

Feeling your smirk against his skin makes a shiver runs down his spine. He desperately wants to look at you again to see your face, to see your reaction to him, but he can't seem to find the strength, he's so overwhelmed by the pleasure you're giving him. His whines echo in the room.

You take a minute to do a few long sucks, just to see his reaction. You gag a small bit but you push through and go down further.

His eyes shoot open again and he lets out a high pitched guttural moan as his hands fly to the back of your head. He pushes you down more as the pressure in his stomach snaps.

Your squeak is muffled as you look up at him, hot strands of cum hitting the back of your throat as he whimpers. The pressure is finally too much. The pleasure, the sensation, everything you're doing is too much for him to handle, so when it's over he reaches down and grabs a hold of your hair.

Making you let go of his cock with a loud wet pop sound. He pulls you up gently, pulling you up to his chest.

"Baby~" You tease with a small whine. "Was that too much for you?"

He pants softly and nods gently, eyes filled with exhaustion. He moves to face you as soon as your head is above his chest. He takes a couple of breaths, trying to calm himself down, trying to collect himself, before he speaks

"Love, I need to be in control now, please let me take control.." He's desperate, he needs to feel you, to have you, to take control and give you the pleasure you deserve.

You just nod. What else can you say when you're surprised he's so needy?

When you agree, he sits up so that you're sitting on his lap, facing him and still straddling him. He grabs you and suddenly flips over, trapping you underneath him. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you, his voice low and slightly rough.

"Darling I'm going to make you feel so fucking good.." He whispers, leaning down to start kissing your neck, his hands wandering over your body.

You giggle quietly. "I'm guessing I did a good job?"

He smiles against your neck when you giggle and he mutters, his lips still pressed to your skin.

"You did, darling. More than a good job." He continues to kiss your neck while his hands start to take off your shirt, slowly sliding it off and exposing the skin underneath.

Once he pulls the shirt off completely he tosses it somewhere (probably to the growing pile). He looks down at you, just admiring your now revealed skin for a moment before he speaks again.

"My my...you're so beautiful" He moves his hands, caressing your sides and stomach, feeling the smoothness of your skin as he slowly starts to kiss and bite down your chest and stomach.

"Shhh not really.." You whisper embarrassed, eyes averting his gaze as your face grows hot.

He pauses temporarily and looks up at you with a surprised, almost disapproving look.

"Stop that. Don't say that. I don't want to hear you say that. You are absolutely, undeniably, incredibly beautiful, do you hear me?"

He's not mad at you, but he's serious. He doesn't like you putting yourself down like that. He goes back to kissing your neck and chest.

You just nod hesitantly.

"Good" He mumbles as he continues to kiss your body, slowly moving further down your stomach until he reaches the hem of your pants. He looks up at you, tilting his head.

"Darling...can I take these off?" He asks in a low, slightly shaky voice, his hands resting on the waistband of your pants as he looks up at you, silently begging for permission.

"Go ahead sweetheart.." You whisper.

"Thank you, honey"

He grabs the pants and starts to slide them off slowly, taking his time. He takes in the sight of your body as he pulls them off your legs and tosses them aside. He lets his hands slide up your legs, caressing the skin, relishing the feel of you under him.

He smiles a wide smile, almost like he was given a million mora, and moves closer to you, resting his body on top of you, his body slightly pressing against, trapping you between the bed and him.

"Darling...can I take off your bra?" He mutters, his lips grazing your neck as he speaks, the words coming out in shaky breaths.

You nod gently which makes him almost FERAL. He lets out a breath of relief as you nod and he moves his hand behind you and starts to undo the clasp of your bra

"Lift your back for me, love.." He mutters." You arch your back as he delicately takes off the lacy purple bra..his favorite one..

Once he slides the bra off you and throws it away and he takes a moment to take you in, seeing your whole body under him. Your boobs spill out a bit and wobble as he shifts.

He lets out a shaky breath as he looks at you and his eyes are filled with a mix of desire and admiration "Darling, you're so...incredibly beautiful. I can't believe you're all mine..."

"ALLLL yours. Forever." You whisper, a small part of you wants to kiss him, but you know he's not finished.

He swallows, his breath hitching as you say those words. The way you say it, the certainty and devotion in your voice, it makes his heart flutter. He presses his lips to your neck and mutters against your skin

"Yes, all mine. Only mine"

He starts to kiss down your body again, his hands roaming along your skin, relishing the feel of you, the knowledge that you are his and only his.

You lean forward to kiss the side of his head, a shaky breath being forced out of you as his hand brushes your thigh.

He shivers slightly when you kiss him, the feeling of your lips on his skin killing him. He continues to kiss your body, slowly moving down your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites across your skin. As he moves further down, his hands grip onto your hips, keeping you in place.

"So sweet.." You mumble.

"But not as sweet as you, my love" He murmurs against your skin as he moves down even further. He's close to where you want, no no..where you need him, and he is already getting impatient, but he wants to taste you, to feel you, to hear your moans.

"Ororon.." You whine softly.

He smiles against your skin when you whine his name. He knows what you want, what you need, and he is more than happy to give it to you. But first, he can't help but tease you just a bit..

"What is it, my love? What do you want? You need to be a good girl and use your words, darling~"

"Want you.." You whisper softly. A bright pink blush on your face.

"You want me, sweetheart?" He mutters against your skin and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. He's enjoying this, teasing you a bit, hearing you say you want him. He gives your hip a small nip.

"What do you want me to do, my love? You need to be more specific~"

His lazy smartass tone makes you want to scream..but dammit..it's hot. "Need you.."

He lets out a small, shaky breath as you say that, the needy, almost desperate tone in your voice making his heart race and his body burn with anticipation. He nips at your skin again and his voice is low and slightly uneven when he speaks

"Need me how, love? You need me where? You need to tell me or I can't help~"

You growl slightly as he just pushes your buttons. "Don't play games Ororon.." Your whine makes his ears twitch.

He chuckles softly against your skin after you whine, his heart aching at your desperate tone, at your need for him.

"I'm not playing games, darling, I want you to say it. I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me exactly where you need me.." He nips gently at your stomach as he mutters. "Be a good girl and say it for me, please?"

"Need you here.." You whisper softly, he swears his heart stops. You take his hand and slide it down to your core. Just gently.

He lets out another shaky breath as you gesture and say you need him. Hearing those words come out of your mouth, seeing your gesture, it's driving him absolutely wild, and he's struggling to maintain his self control. He nuzzles against your stomach and mutters, his voice slightly hoarse from the intense desire building up in him.

"You need me here, love?" He nips at your skin again, harder this time, but still not hard enough to leave a mark.

The whimper from you makes his breath hitch and he has to resist the urge to just give in and give you what you want right then and there. But he forces himself to hold back a little longer, just to hear you say it again.

"Here, darling? You need me here?" He runs his tongue along your stomach, slowly, teasingly, waiting to hear you say it once more.

He listens to you whine and he smirks slightly, the sound of your whine, the needy, want in it, it's driving him crazier by the second. He lets out a shaky breath and mutters against your skin.

"My poor love, you want it so bad, don't you?" He nips at your skin again, his hands gripping onto your hips tighter, holding you in place as you try to squirm.

The bat man sucks in a breath as he hears you whimper and moan, the sound making him shiver and feel like he's about to lose control. He can't hold back anymore. He wants you and he needs you and he is going to give you exactly what you want

"Such needy, pretty sounds coming out of that lovely mouth, darling" He mutters and he suddenly moves so that he's between your thighs. "I need to hear more of those pretty sounds.."

"S-So mean.." You cry out softly into the bedroom. Your eyes dangerously close to spilling tears of frustration.

The word mean makes him stop for a moment and he lifts his head up to look at you, a confused look on his face.

"Mean? How am I mean?" He asks, an almost hurt sounding tone in his voice.

You huff and glare down at him before whining. "I want you..and you're teasing!" Your eyes meet his, full eye contact, but it's not uncomfortable or tense. No no, it's far from that.

He swallows as you whine, his heart aching a bit at how needy you sound, at how much you want him. He moves a little closer, his face close to your slick, but he's teasing you, still holding back, just waiting for the right words from you..

"I know you want me, darling. You're being so needy for me, it's driving me insane. Do you know how pretty you sound, all desperate for me?"

He watches your face as you try not to whine and he can't help but smile at how cute you are. He runs his hands along your thighs, caressing your skin, enjoying how soft you are. "Why are you holding back those pretty, needy sounds, love? I want to hear them. I want to hear your pretty moans and whines~"

You let out a loud moan and cover your mouth with an embarrassed squeak. He shivers again as he hears the moan and he quickly reaches up to grab your hand and pull it away from your mouth.

"No darling, don't cover your mouth. I said I wanted to hear those sounds, don't hide them" He mutters as he looks up at you.

"H-Honey!" You squeak.

His heart aches as you call him honey and a shiver runs through him again. He moves his face closer to your cunt, close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin

"Yes, darling? What is it? Are you going to be a good girl and let me hear you now?"

He lets out a low chuckle as you nod and whine. You're so cute, so needy, and he loves it

"Perfect. I want to hear you, darling. I want to hear all the pretty sounds you make. And I'm going to make you feel so good, love.." He moves his face closer to your folds nuzzling against you as he mutters. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

He smiles against your skin, feeling how eager, how desperate you are. It only makes him want you more, makes his own need grow as well. He moves his mouth, his tongue flicking out, tasting you.

"Mm, so desperate...so needy. And you're all mine."

Ororon hooks his arms under your legs and pulls you closer, all the while his tongue plays with your clit. Every now and then he gazes up at you to see your pretty face.

He can't help but smile as he hears your whimper, the sight of your eyes widening making his heart ache in the best way.

"You're so beautiful. So sensitive, so responsive, and all mine. My poor, desperate, needy girl.."

He mutters as he moves his tongue, tasting you again, savoring the taste of you, letting himself get lost in your slick.

Loving to hear you try to hold back your noises, he loves how desperate you are to stay quiet, but he knows he's going to make you break, make you moan and gasp for him.

"Don't hold back, love, I want to hear you. I need to hear you. I want to hear those pretty, needy sounds you make. Let go, darling.."

You nod softly as you start to whine loudly, the room growing thicker with the breaths you take.

He smiles against your skin as you start to whine, the sound sending another shiver down his spine. He kisses your thigh and mutters.

"That's it, love, let go. Let me hear you. I want to hear your sweet moans and whines. I want to hear how desperate you are for me. Don't hold back, my love.."

Your legs twitch a bit and you just can't help but stare at him. His face is covered with your wetness, his panting while lapping at your folds making your brain hazy.

He notices your legs twitching and he smiles against your skin, his heart fluttering as he thinks about how sensitive you are. He takes a moment to look up and see your face, seeing your staring, your needy expression.

"Is it feeling good, darling? Are you close? Do you want more?" He mutters against the skin of your thigh as he nips it, gently.

"N-Need more PLEASE!" You hiss with pleasure, you know you're close, you can feel it. But he needs to be the one to drag it out of you. The way you say it, that tone of desperation and need, it drives him crazy and he lets out a shaky breath

"You're so needy, my love. So desperate, so sensitive. I'm going to give you more, darling, don't worry. I'm going to give you everything you need~"

He nuzzles his face against your thigh once more, placing a kiss on the skin, then moving his mouth to where you want him, his touch and tongue more intense, more insistent. Wanting to please you, wanting to take care of you.

"O-Ororon.." You whimper softly. "C-Close please.."

He shivers as you say his name, loving how it sounds coming out of your mouth, and he can hear the need, the desperation in your voice. He knows you're close, and he knows he's going to push you over the edge.

"You're so close, love. You're right on the edge, aren't you? I can hear it in your voice, I can feel it in your body. You're so sensitive, so responsive" He mutters against your cunt, tongue messily sliding up and down your slit.

"You want to cum for me, darling? Cmon baby...cum for me, please.."

He can't get enough of you. The way you moan, the sound of your voice, all of it makes his cock throb and he wants to give you everything you want, everything you need.

"One more? Darling, I'll give you as many as you need. I want to make you feel good, I want to take care of you, my love.."

He kisses your thigh as he nuzzles his face against your skin, his hands running along your thighs, gently caressing you as he mutters.

"Are you ready, love?"

You nod quickly, no hesitation.

He smiles against your skin, loving how eager you are, how needy you are for him. It drives him crazy, knowing how much you want him, knowing it was HIM that's making you feel this way.

"Good girl. You're doing so well, my love.."

He runs his tongue along your clit, swirling it and kissing it, occasionally sucking it gently. Eventually he mumbles against it.

"Let go for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds, darling.."

Your elbows that were propping you up fall underneath you. You don't even bother covering your mouth as you let out the most disgusting moans..but he doesn't care, it's all for him..

He listens to your moans as you let go, watching you fall down on the bed from pleasure. It makes his cock twitch and his body ache with desire, hearing the sounds you are making for him, knowing how good he is making you feel. He keeps going, his tongue and mouth working on you, bringing you closer and closer.

He slides a hand over your stomach and presses down as he licks at your clit. He latches on and repeatedly suckles at the small bundle of nerves.

You know you're done for and the coil of pressure in your abdomen bursts. Whines and moans fill the room as he laps at your slit, cleaning up for you.

After a few moments he slowly pulls away and moves himself back up on the bed, lying down next to you. He's breathing heavily, trying to collect himself a little, and he can't stop staring at you as he mutters

"Oh love...you're so sensitive, so responsive, it's driving me crazy. You taste so good, you sound so good. You make the prettiest sounds.."

You burrow into him, reaching down to bring the blanket up over you two. All you want now is to cuddle him.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his body, enjoying the feeling of you cuddled up next you him. He runs his fingers through your hair, caressing your head as he mutters.

"You did so well, love. You were so good for me, such a good girl... You sound so beautiful when you let your pretty moans out. I loved it."

You smile gently before yawning and kissing his jaw. You pull back and wipe your lips. "Uh honey..?"

When you call him "honey", he can't help but chuckle softly at how cute it sounds coming from you. When you pull back he raises an eyebrow at you. "Yes, love? What is it?"

You snicker and wipe a finger across his mouth and lower cheeks. "My cum is like... ALLLL...over your face."

His face immediately turns red and he knows exactly what you mean, and that brings a sheepish look onto his face.

"Oh...yeah I can imagine what it looks like based off of how much you were, um, enjoying yourself" He mutters looking away from you, a bit embarrassed.

"Wanna go get cleaned up? I need to shower anyway.." You kiss his forehead, a place devoid of slick.

He nods his head at your suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I need to get cleaned up, and a shower does sound really nice right now."

He kisses your forehead and starts to get up from the bed, his body a bit sore from what happened before.

"Hey uh...Ororon?" You whisper quietly.

He stops the moment you call his name and looks back at you, an inquisitive look on his face. "Yes, love? Whats up?"

"I-I love you..." You smile softly, a bit embarrassed. Which is weird since you say it all the time to each other. But this time just feels different.

The mere phrase, the word 'love' coming from your mouth, causes his heart to ache. He gives you a soft smile and whispers back to you.

"I love you too, darling. So much"

You get up from the bed and relax a bit. "As long as you know it.."

He reaches over and gently takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. He gently tugs you forward, to follow him to the bathroom.

"I know, love. I know you love me. And I love you, more than you know. I love you more than anything..."

And with that he gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead as you go to get cleaned up.

🎀End🎀

[boothillssugarmomma]

wrio x naive reader my beloved.

wriothesley's lips curl into a frown as he stares down at you, you're small hands pawing at his thick thighs as he watches you— he can tell you're just bored but he can't help but sigh, as the pads of your fingers tickle the inside of his thighs just beside the tent in his pants.

"...wriooo.."

" yeah ?"

you peer at him, lips forming a pout, "why's your dick hard...?" he lets out an airy laugh as he turns away, hand covering his mouth in shock at your stupidity , ,

he slowly turns his head back, right hand curling around the back of your sweet empty dome, caressing your cranium.

he lets out a soft sigh, " it's hard cus you were touching me, sweets. " he watches as your face twists into an 'ohhhh' look, his lips twitching upwards in amusement.

"can i take it out t'see??" you ask, hands pressed onto his belt as you waited for an answer— a moment or two later he ends up nodding, running his fingers gently over your scalp. "go ahead."

he sucks in a breath when your hands undo his belt, unzip his pants and pull them down along with his black boxers.

your expression twists into subtle shock, eyes following the small twitch of his cock. "it's.. it's.. really big,, wrio."

"i know. you made it that big. are you happy?"

he smiles when you smile, your pedicured hand wrapping around his thick warm cock, squeezing it and watching the veins pop— "mhm!! 'course i'm happy ! i made wrio's dick hard.."

he squints for a moment. silly girl.

[boothillssugarmomma]

Cannot stop thinking about virgin!Tomura and I'm losing my mind.

Virgin!Tomura gets an ounce of kindness from that pretty person who just joined and he clings onto that interaction because it makes him feel different.

Virgin!Tomura who, during a meeting, sees you sitting up and notices your shirt riding up in the back. His tired eyes glancing down to your exposed skin, face growing hot. He wonders how your skin would feel under his rough touch... would you squirm if he just reached out now to feel you? Would you tell him to stop? To move lower? He had been zoning out so hard Kurogiri had to draw him back in.

Virgin!Tomura trying to keep his composure as he catches you leaving the League's shared bathroom in a pair of pajamas. It was a pair of shorts and a T-shirt but holy fuck did this sight of you stir something in him. He retreats back to his room, slamming the door behind him, breathing heavily. Your legs. Fuck. Your legs.

Virgin!Tomura leaning back against his door as he desperately pumped his cock with a tight fist, trying to imagine how pretty your moan would be if you'd let him sink his teeth into your thighs. He wanted to taste you. To mark you as his. To keep you in his room, lapping at your cunt like a thirsty dog.

Virgin!Tomura finding your name dying on his tongue as his cum spurts out onto the floor in front of him. His climax hitting him so hard he has to quickly steady himself on the door knob. In his haste to not fall, the door knob is decayed, effectively locking him in his room unless he either decays the door as well or gets someone to open it for him.

Maybe he could get you to open it for him.

[boothillssugarmomma]

Shigaraki: “Hey, get ready. We’re going on a mission in an hour.”

You: “Ugh, but I just started my period.”

Shigaraki: “Don’t give me that crap. You were on your period last month.”

You: “…”

Shigaraki: “What?”

[boothillssugarmomma]

Shigaraki: “Hey, get ready. We’re going on a mission in an hour.”

You: “Ugh, but I just started my period.”

Shigaraki: “Don’t give me that crap. You were on your period last month.”

You: “…”

Shigaraki: “What?”

[boothillssugarmomma]

Thinking about how canonically Shigaraki takes the time to print out photos of people.

Imagine he’s trying to tell you about Bakugo or Izuku and he whips out a photo to show you, but he reaches into the wrong pocket and it’s just a picture of you he stole from your instagram and printed out to carry around with him bc you look pretty and he’s like “Fuck, wrong photo— forget you saw that.”

[boothillssugarmomma]

tomura curls his hand around your wrist, his face twisting in pleasure, "let me fuck you— please. i can't— you're gonna make me cum." he moans into your neck as your manicured hand rubs at his twitching cock though his sweatpants.

"but you're so cute!!" you giggle out, your other hand curling into his greasy hair as he drools on your neck. okay, maybe fucking with the college weirdo was never your best idea, i mean— your friends are his bullies.

"your drooling is kinda nasty. in a hot way."

"h-huh?" he huffs loudly before you pull your hand away from his cock, "fuck, i was real-" he gulps, "really close."

you carefully lay on your back, painted nails running over your skirt before dipping underneath to pull it up— revealing your panty clad pussy, a clear damp spot.

"have you ever eaten pussy?"

tomura fidgets for a second, one hand travelling to your pussy, rubbing his thumb messily over it— "n-no."

"do you wanna learn?"

"ye-yeah."

[boothillssugarmomma]

Shigaraki is a missionary man you can’t tell me otherwise.

He likes the whole power dynamic of putting you on your back and being on top, crowding into your personal space, giving you nothing else to focus on but him. Does he like the other positions? Sure. He’s not exactly going to turn down sex.

But his favourite is you pressed beneath him, panting, gasping. He loves being smug about how you ‘had so much to say before’, and watching as embarrassment forces you to hide your face in his shoulder. He likes your faces being so close, noses brushing and foreheads touching. He likes your sounds in his ear, the messy, yearning kisses that you give him. He likes being able to hide his own face in your chest when he’s about to cum, and the way your hands move over his body and your legs lock around his hips to keep him inside.

He’ll act like missionary annoys him because he has to do all the work, and like the only reason he agrees to it is because he wants to see you squirm (which is also true). But ultimately, shigaraki craves missionary - he craves the intimacy of it all.