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everlasting-snowflake · 4 months

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sugar daddy!chuuya who absolutely adores you. you're so so sweet to him, such a good girl; never disobeying him, being so nice to him, not being a brat, never testing his patience— you're just so perfect. Always giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he leaves for work. That's why he loves to spoil you; buying you all kinds of luxurious items to keep you happy. Taking you on sweet little dates every weekend, brushing you off when you ask if it's too expensive— telling you he's got the money for it, why not spend it on his most prized possession, you?

He loves to spoil you in the bedroom as well; you're his pretty little pillow princess, taking everything he gives you and more. Your legs would be hiked up on his strong shoulders, his face buried in your plush cunt as he moans from your sweet taste on his tongue. Gloved thumbs spreading your pussy apart as he spits on it and it's downright nasty how he licks everything back up, the lower portion of his handsome face dripping with your essence and he loved it.

sugar daddy!chuuya who would buy you so many sets of the prettiest lingere, only to rip them off your body later, promising he'd buy you new ones later. He'd give you his black card, telling you to buy anything you have your eyes on, no matter the price. The only price you have to pay is that pretty body of yours, that he loves kissing, licking and touching.

sugar daddy!chuuya who'd take you shopping whenever he's free, offering to buy entire stores for you, all for you. He'd find you so cute, so eager to try on new clothing and showing it off to him, only to get your brains fucked out in one of the changing rooms, all while wearing the brand new dress you wanted to show off. His hands pulling down the straps of the overly expensive dress, exposing your neck and chest to him. Making you look at your debauched self in the mirror; your pretty lipgloss smudged from the rough kiss you shared earlier, pretty love bites covering your smooth skin, hair pulled back in a makeshift ponytail as he drills himself into you nice 'n good.

sugar daddy!chuuya who has you suck him off underneath the desk of his office. Holding your head down,making you swallow him fully as he tries to have a conversation with his boss on the phone, whispering how good you're for him. His shoe would be grinding against your clothed cunt, ruining the pretty pair of panties you wore for him.

sugar daddy!chuuya who has you in a full nelson infront of the huge window in his office, cooing at you for being so cute,so pliant 'n soft for him to ruin. Promising that he'd buy you a car after this, voice slurred and sultry as he became drunk off the feeling of your pussy sucking him in. You'd eventually be pushed up against the window, nipples hard from your tits pressed up against the cool glass as he splays a large hand on your back, arching it so nicely for him as he plows into you from behind.

sugar daddy!chuuya who suddenly feels his heart speeding up whenever you talk to him, even look at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours. He follows you around like a puppy now, eager to have your attention on him. You suddenly have one of, if not the strongest and most dangerous man in the mafia wrapped around your pinky.

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everlasting-snowflake · 4 months

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When you blow them a kiss...

Sunday momentarily entertains the idea of dodging it, but after he considers that it may go south, he settles for playing along. Catching your invisible affection and cradling it to his heart — your smiles and giggles make foregoing his initial instinct worth it. But of course, if he's in a certain mood, he'll follow his heart's desire. It's not his fault that you feed a certain part of him so well with your animated responses.

Aventurine never quite disappoints with his retaliations, if you can even predict them, that is. He'll deftly grasp onto your kiss and maneuver it his lips, gulping it down and reveling at your flabbergasted face. Or, he'll tip his hat and catch the kiss with it before sauntering off. Him blowing you a kiss is not off the table either. Whatever it is, you'll always be the visibly flustered one in this charade.

Dr Ratio misses your gesture completely the first time. After you take it upon yourself to educate him in this regard ; he huffs, he scoffs and mutters some things about how childish it is. He was planning on leaving it at that, but when he noticed how utterly devastated you look, he exasperatedly tells you to do it again. This time though, he'll raise his tome, capture the kiss with it and cradle the tome close to his chest. There, are you happy now?

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everlasting-snowflake · 4 months

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Men who work overtime, loves going to the bakery and is cold to everybody else but soft towards you is my type.

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Nanami comforting a sad/depressed fem reader after he comes home from work. (Had a horrible day/week and need any kind of comfort)

A/n: Honestly same. Always happy to provide comfort, thank you for your request! This is very short but it is what it is. Also, reader could be considered gender neutral.

You're not alone.

Synopsis: Your husband Nanami comes home from work and finds you crying on the couch. He helps you through it.

Content Warnings: Mentioned Depression, negative thoughts

You blankly stared at the TV, which by now had been running for multiple hours. You'd spent your hours flicking through channels and streaming services, hoping to find anything interesting to pass the time until your husband came home.

Your frustration grew the longer you searched. Why did this have to be so complicated? Fuck, it just added to the pile shit that didn't work like you wanted to. Your job was stressing you out and you knew the next months weren't going to be any more relaxed. Nanami was just as busy, mission after mission keeping him away from home. You missed him but didn't fault him for doing his job.

Since this morning you were feeling down, and though you'd struggled with depression in the past, it usually didn't creep up this fast or suddenly. You knew very well that you were still recovering and that recovery wasn't a linear process, but a small part of you felt disappointed in yourself for feeling like this again.

Or maybe you felt comfortable like this. It was so easy, so familiar. If you were really on the way back to depression, you didn't think you had any strength left to pull you out of it again and forcing Nanami to help you made you feel selfish. It wasn't his problem that your mind was broken and your thoughts shitty.

It was all too much and your nose started burning, then your eyes watered and you didn't bother stopping the tears as they escaped. A headache had begun to form in the back of your head and you just sobbed harder.

By the time a key turned in the front door lock your face was soaked with tears and your eyes were red and puffy. You must've looked horrible, because Nanami's eyes furrowed as he walked into the room and saw you. You hadn't even hear him call out your name when he entered, too absorbed in your thoughts.

Nanami didn't bother hanging up his jacket, just dropped it to the floor and immediately made his way over to you. His hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles into it as he tried to figure out what was wrong. First, however, he needed you to breathe.

"Darling, can you hear me?" His voice must've registered somewhere in your mind because you nodded, despite having already forgotten what he asked. "Good," he said, continuing his comforting. "I need you to breathe, dear. You remember the box breathing, right?" Another nod. "Alright. Now breathe in for four," he instructed and you tried to follow, not counting the seconds but still trying. "Hold for four," you did, "and exhale for four. Now pause for four."

It became easier after the first minute and Nanami walked you through every second of it. Once you'd gotten your breathing back under control, new tears threatened to escape at the though of how much of a burden you were. Always making him take care of you like you're a child or baby, how embarrassing.

"Don't." You looked up at your husband in confusion. "I can tell when you're thinking poorly of yourself. Don't do that. Please."

Your voice was quiet as you answered. "Okay." You pulled your legs up under the blanked and curled up into a ball.

Nanami's hand was still rubbing your back. "Can you tell me what caused this? What's going on? "

"I'm sorry. Sorry." Tears streaked down your face and Nanami's warm, big hand swiped them away carefully.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. We all have our off days. I'm sorry yours had to be today." His voice was so deep, so comforting, almost like a light to cling to while the rest of the world was trying to drown you.

"Work's just been..." You trailed off, not really wanting to think about all the things you had to do and the insane amount of paperwork that had to filed until the end of the not to mention the coworker that-

"Stressful?" His voice ripped you out of your thoughts again. "I get what that's like. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I- just don't leave. Please. I don't want to go back to feeling like I did months ago. I can't- I-" Your throat closed up just speaking about theast time your depression hit you hard.

"I'm not letting you do this alone. I promise." His hand pulled you into his body for a hug and you melted into him. "I'm here for you. Always."

"Thank you." He almost didn't hear you, you were so quiet. "Thank you so much."

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everlasting-snowflake · 4 months

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 the boys who fuck tenderly. the ones who hike up your legs under his arms, almost folding you in half. the ones who rest their foreheads against yours, forcing you to keep your teary gaze on them. who swallow your cries and whimpers and moans with soft kisses and encouraging little 'uh huhs'. who knows they're splitting you in half but the way you're scratching at their shoulders and squeezing round their cocks, the way your lips tremble and toes curl, they can't stop. the ones who fuck you slow and deep until you feel like you're going to cave into yourself. "I've got you, sweet girl, I've got you". the ones who wind their hands into yours, who kiss away your tears and coax just one more orgasm out of you.

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everlasting-snowflake · 4 months

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me and Zayne core :3

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This is my first thing I've actually written, I might add more to it 😭

/based on his drunken intimacy memory, but more/

The two of you had just returned from the gala event, Zayne having to more or less carry you back to your place due to how you were too drunk to really think straight by yourself. He walked inside, grabbing a towel as he sat you down gently on the couch, and him sitting down next to you, facing you. All you could really do was give him a mixed expression of annoyance and a stupid happy grin. The cold, stoic Doctor Zayne that you were so used to was replaced by a soft, tender Zayne, as he opened his arms slightly for you.

"Face, closer" he speaks in a tone that's much softer compared to what he usually speaks in. You decided to take his small request literally, leaning forward so only your face was closer to him. His expression didn't change as you did this. "Your body too. Please" He spoke with a voice that made you want to melt, but it was almost like his evol was active on you as you did as he asked. You probably looked like a wreck, but right now you have to use all your thoughts to wonder if you should tease the man in front of you or just kiss him already. You gave him a playful pout, which wasn't held up for long as a smirk was breaking through your charade.

"..Zayne, do I have to be drunk for you to treat me like this?" As you spoke, he used the towel in his hand to gently smooth over your face, the fabric caressing and cleaning over any stains and the make up that by now was undoubtedly smeared on your face. But honestly you really couldn't bring yourself to care about that. He looked so focused on his task at hand, his eyes as gentle as freshly fallen snow. He couldn't help but give you a subtle smirk at your statement, shaking his head ever so slightly in amusement. "Someone thinks this is special treatment" his lips stayed in a subtle upturned curl as he carefully led the towel over the remainder of your face, not leaving anything to make a mess or anything that will make your morning hard when you awaken.

When he takes the towel away from your face, he places it beside himself, his hand moving up to your face, his index finger briefly touching the corner of your lip before he spoke again, a tinge of tease in his voice. "And you claim not to be drunk" He let his hand rest at his side, his soft, loving gaze being one that was reserved for your eyes only. It always has been one reserved for your eyes only. He kept his loving eyes on you for a few moments more before you reached towards his already loose tie, his eyes following where your hand went. You tugged on his tie, further causing it to loosen, and simultaneously pulling your doctor towards you, gently at first, before you pulled him by his tie so he was right in front of you, then so he was practically on top of you, his arms being the only things that stopped him from pressing himself onto you. He let out a small sigh, looking down at you before speaking and averting his gaze momentarily, his hand slowly moving to your hand that was still on the knot of his tie. "It appears someone has become more intoxicated" He shifted himself and, subsequently you, into a sitting up position, his hand still on yours as he gently pried your hand off of his tie. "You know, if I was as rough as you are with my patients, I would be sued for sure" His tone was one you recognised. Monotone, but it was obvious that he intended on teasing you. Before he could get your hand away from his tie, you pulled it back and away from his grasp, feigning innocence as if you didn't do anything. You gave the doctor a drunken smile as you did so.

"Oh, now you're pretending nothing happened.." he sighed slightly, looking to his side for a moment "It's a shame, I can still feel the pain from your headbutt" he spoke in his same monotone yet teasing tone, his hand ghosting over his chin to further insinuate his words. You couldn't exactly remember but you probably did headbutt him at one point tonight already. You wanted to caress his chin as an apology, but all you could do was attempt to keep your eyes on him. He raised his hand so it was at your eye level, his index finger moving across your view, from your right to your left and back to your right, like a rushed eye test.

"Hmm..You're too drunk to even see me straight" This time it was hard to tell if he was being genuine, teasing or a crude mix of the two. To prove the doctor wrong, you suddenly reached your hand to his face, grabbing his face with your thumb and index finger, your other fingers resting under his chin as you moved his head from right to left, his eyes staying in you as you did this, but his gaze leaving you slightly as you let go, but his gaze immediately returning from your face as you finished your 'observation' of his chin.

"Where does it hurt..? Or are you messing with me, Dr Zayne?" You spoke in a slightly mocking tone, speaking as he normally would whenever you were in his doctor's office. He gave you an amused look before glancing away. "Some people are bleary-eyed when they're drunk" He looked at you after another moment, deciding to indulge in you for now, teasing you slightly "Want a closer look?"

You gave him a slightly annoyed look, pouting as you gently hit his shoulder, pushing him subtly back "I didn't hurt you at all..." He made a small face at the contact, but he kept up his small act "Are you sure?"

"Hmph, you call me a trouble maker but you're the one playing mind games." Zayne gave you a small chuckle, smiling slightly as he used his thumb to gently trace over the corner of your bottom lip

"Forget about that" His smirk stayed as you faced down, pretending to be hurt by his actions. "How can you be so rough with a girl's face..." He used his hand to gently move your face up to meet his eyes again "I'll try something else"

Once your eyes met again, he said one word.

"Close"

You did as he said, closing your eyes, unable to see him.

Unable to see him lean into you.

Unable to see his lips meet yours in a soft kiss, a kiss that left as quickly as it came.

When you opened your eyes again, he leaned back so he could see your expression as you processed what he did.

"...did you just kiss me?!" was all you could say. From the ever cold Dr Zayne, this wasn't something you'd expect to happen without some kind of excuse present, but here you are. He looked extremely proud of himself, leaning against the head of the couch, his face against his relaxed fist. "Mm-hmm. I didn't trick you this time" His gaze on you as he examined your features, turning from surprised, to amused, to wanting him to do that again. And again. Forever.

You reached your hand up to his face, gently stroking your thumb delicately across his bottom lip, instinctively licking your own lips in anticipation. His soft eyes remaining on you as always, flitting in between your face and your body. He quickly sat up, startling you slightly, and reaching behind himself to grab a conveniently placed water bottle, handing it to you. His eyes glistened with nothing but a soft love and slight concern as he gently nudged the now open bottle towards your lips.

"You've drank quite a bit tonight. Make sure to drink this, you'll sober up soon" You took the bottle from his grasp before he was able to tip the contents of the bottle into your mouth. As you drank from the bottle, Zayne shifted slightly, about to get up, intending to make you both something to eat. Something that wasn't barbecue related.

Before he had the chance to, you moved to grasp onto his shirt, the motion causing the water in your hand to spill onto your dress shirt. When he looked back to question you, he saw this, the water causing your shirt to cling onto your chest and upper abdomen, encasing your figure perfectly. The sight caused him to stop with whatever he was about to say, his words hitching in his throat, his eyes seemingly glued to the view before him. But after a few more moments, he cleared his throat and shifted his eyes elsewhere, a soft crimson dusting his cheeks and ears as he tried to think of something to say to calm himself and excuse himself from for a moment.

"What d- oh..."

His eyes lingered for a moment more before again, averting his eyes.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes, don't move-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you, again, tugged at his sleeve, this time causing him to fall forward, and if it weren't for his arms bracing his fall, he would have definitely fell entirely on top of you. The view you were met with was one that you couldn't help but giggle over: Zayne looked like he was looking down a deep canyon, his eyes looking deep into your own with a distant gaze, a mixture of caution and surprise. Your soft laughter was what broke him out of his thought-filled state.

"I know I'm tipsy Zayne, but this is my place, isn't it a little rude to go through a girls' things without her permission?"

Your tone dripped in teasing, taking pride in the expression shift from the man who was but inches from you. His lips curved up slightly, threatening a smirk at your behaviour. 'Alcohol really gave her an edge, how interesting.' He thought as his eyes shifted over features. Your hair was a mess, your makeup faintly staining your face, lipstick smeered against the corners of your lips...the now wet material of your shirt pressing against you so deliciously...

Maybe you were right, it would be rude for him to rummage through your things and leave you here like this, all alone...

His body seemed to almost move on it's own, as he lowered his body so he wasn't hovering over you like how he was, one knee resting on the couch, in between your legs, one of his arms resting on the back of the couch, wrapped loosely around your neck, playing with your hair lazily. His other hand was placed gently against your cheek, lightly stroking your face as if you were a precious sculpture that would crack at the slightest ounce of rough housing. He looked into your eyes for a few moments before he seemed to suddenly light up, like he just had the best idea he could ever have. He sat up slightly, a small smirk on his face. A tiny, mischievous glint in his eyes. Before you are able to even question him, he pulls a compact doctor's bag out of, seemingly, nowhere, putting it to the side. From it, he pulls out his... stethoscope? He holds it up like it was a fish he caught a few seconds ago.

"Dr Zayne, what possessed you to bring that to a suit and tie event..??"

"You've known me for a long enough time now, is this something you should be surprised about?"

He gave you a mixed look, one of amusement and his regular, sincere look he'd give you whenever you falsely accuse him of taking your desserts even though they were in front of him. All you could do was sigh and laugh slightly. Was he the drunk one that needed pampering or was it you?

You had to hold back a laugh, enough so that you couldn't even say what you wanted to, only pointing at the stethoscope with a shaky hand. All he did was put the stethoscope in your ears, causing your laughter to calm, overtaken by a brief confusion. He undid his tie further, so the two ends were dangling off of either end of his shoulders, undoing his top 4 buttons as well, so his chest was visible to you. He put the instrument part of the stethoscope into your hand, the part that allowed to hear heart beats facing away from your palm, before raising your hand gently to the exposed part of his chest, his hand over yours as he pressed the instrument to his chest, over where his heart would be situated. His eyes which were before on his movements, glanced up to you, a gentle yet smug look on his face. His heart was racing and yet he was able to keep his calm. He didn't even need to use the stethoscope to basically hear your heart drumming against your chest. He gave you a light chuckle, watching your face carefully, loving the subtle changes to your expression when listening to his heartbeat.

"Do you hear that? This is your doing..."

A slight dampening to the mischievous glint in his eyes was seen as his eyes remained on you.

"You mean after you had to carry poor me back here because you thought I was too drunk to get home?"

You spoke in a teasing tone once again, hoping this comment would be the knife that you could use to cut the tension that had grew within this short time span. Zayne simply smirked down at you, leaning towards you, his face close to yours, close enough that his breathe was tickling your neck and ear, gently.

"Well, that is certainly one part...but also..."

His voice was husky and quiet against your ear as he spoke, one hand slowly raising to trace his fingers lightly against the skin of your neck, before moving to glide over the wet, clingy dress shirt you still had on.

"The fact that someone had a certain nerve to...tease me like she did. The way she clearly is acting with her primary physician, and how she isn't as drunk as she first proclaimed to be."

His lips curved into a smug grin, glancing at your face, surprised at him being able to read your actions and your lies like he was reading a child's book. His hand slid down your body with gentle vigour, before lifting the wet material from around your waist, enough for his hand to just reach underneath, caressing the wet skin of your hips as he continued to speak, watching your every reaction with increased interest.

"...and the way that throughout all of this...not once...has she tried to stop me. In fact..." He leaned back slightly, enough to be able to look into your eyes as he next spoke.

"She seems to be wanting me to continue. It seems...she may not have been drunk but given my observations thus far... perhaps a full examination would be more helpful? I definitely don't need to use anything to know that your heart rate is accelerating faster than normal, and you're warmer than usual."

He slid his hand further up your shirt, resting his index and middle fingers against the bare skin of your chest, where your heart is situated, the vibrations of your speeding heart rate making itself clear to the doctor, whose face showed a mix of mischievous joy and a love struck glare that radiated from his features as he trailed his eyes over you, always retracing back to looking back into your eyes. He let his fingers stay where they were before leaning forward again, his lips only a few centimetres away from your ear.

"My dear, your resting heart rate is sitting at over 100 beats per minute...rather fast, no?" His voice was but a raspy whisper against your ear. He leaned in just a little further, grazing the skin of your earlobe with the plush of his lips, speaking again in a hushed whisper. You could practically hear the smile that he had against you as he spoke.

"Maybe this hunter has been thinking about something that has caused this effect? I wonder what she has on her mind."

He chuckled softly before gently trapping edges of your ear within his teeth, only to let it go as quickly as he did, shifting downwards to let his tongue gently trail from the edge of your jaw to your ear, where he ended the trail with a small kiss. He smiled at the red hue your skin showed.

"You seem to be gaining further symptoms as we progress in our examination, dearest. We haven't even started on anything and you've become flushed."

All you could do in response to his words was give him a half flabbergasted look, the redness in your face and stretching over your ears not helping in this situation at all. All this did was offer the doctor more confidence and more smug atmosphere to engulf him as he pulled his stethoscope out again, holding it in one hand and using his other hand to tug at your shirt gently, looking at you directly, silently asking for permission. You give him a nod before the fabric of your shirt obscures your vision. The cool dampness of the fabric brushed against your face as he pulled it over your head, the wetness trailing through your hair as he finally removed the fabric completely. You couldn't help but hunch your arms closer towards your body, less because of the cold and more because of the cold yet burning gaze that fell upon you as the doctor let his eyes wander.

Your gaze fell to your side, trying to escape the cold yet burning gaze of him as he moved the stethoscope to your neck, the cold touch welcoming to your currently burning up body.

"Your heart is still beating rather fast...maybe..." You could hear the slight smirk in his voice, and before you could look back at him for what he was planning, you felt Zayne lean towards your neck, his lips ghosting over your neck, barely kissing the skin , his breath fanning on my skin. You swore, you didn't even need to look at his face to see that he was enjoying this.

Maybe he drank in all the alcohol that was in your system, or maybe you weren't the drunk one. Either way, you were definitely in for a long night, one that you would annoy him for, him not letting you get any sleep.

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #writing #fanfic

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