#Also Rei’s hair gets wet

[rayman-raymania]

another Raymania comic so soon??? And all about Rei! Nothing else! And some rain. (Sorry Remy I’ll get to you eventually bud)

this is mostly to answer what Rei does all afternoon if he’s not at home or with one of the guys in the beginning months. He’s out hunting for a job! Sometimes he gets one! But the date for a shoot or whatever he’s doing gets pushed back, so he ends up trying to find more work anyways. He misses his old job that’s for sure…

Full comic not chopped up under the cut!

[viennakarma]

Happiness is a butterfly

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: He wants you but he can't have you. But when a fatal crash happens, he realizes maybe he should just take the jump, before it's too late.

Word count: 6.4k

Tags: Female reader, teammate reader, smut, oral, angst, crash, very remorseful nano, cursing, mostly fernando pov, fernando is in denial, age gap (not defined), hurt/comfort, brief mention of Jules Bianchi, happy ending, not beta read

Relationships: Fernando Alonso x Reader

Notes: LISTEN I wish I could control my creative brain but I can’t. *taps mic* Ok, so, who's ready for our little monthly crying session? This actually came to me in a dream after I listened to Happiness is a butterfly, and I ended up incorporating some of the lyrics in the story. I was only contemplating writing this when Anon sent this request asking for angst after a big fight, and I thought it goes perfectly with what I had in mind.

Hope it's to your liking, Anon!

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“Fernando,” You whispered like it wasn’t wrong, like his name was a prayer.

Fernando knew it was wrong, not only because you were a driver and his teammate, but also because you were way too young for him. But whenever you two were like that, you in his arms, it felt so right, so perfect.

Sometimes he wondered to himself if he took advantage of you. Because ever since you first met, you looked at him with big shiny eyes, like you were facing a hero. He knew you were a fan of his, but then again, most of the younger drivers were. But when you two became teammates and got closer, he’d notice how your eyes would find his first thing after entering any room. Whenever you two had chats alone, you’d smile at him in a specific way you didn’t smile at anyone else, blush creeping up your face.

It was so easy to be enchanted by you, by your kindness and willingness. Fernando was drawn to you like a moth to flame, only you didn’t burn him. You were kind to everyone and very talkative, and for a while, Fernando wondered how you managed to get into Formula 1 and keep your spirit intact. Everyone called you a social butterfly. Then he started calling you Mariposa, as a sweet nickname, and he explained to you it meant “Butterfly”.

You two were always together, being teammates, so it didn’t take long for the dynamic shift. Soon, there were longing looks and lingering touches. The way Fernando would always touch the small of your back for a little too long when talking to you, or the way you lean too close whenever talking to him, or the way his eyes stare at your lips every opportunity. Or when you finished a good race and the first thing you’d do was jump on his arms. How you’d always knock three times on his helmet right before going off to the race, he started reciprocating the gesture, since he knew it was probably your thing for good luck or something.

Things went like that for too long, and neither of you were brave enough to take the jump, as you called it.

That until fate put you face to face during summer break. You were in Mallorca with a bunch of your friends for a girls trip in a resort by the sea. You were having brunch when you spotted Fernando at the same time he spotted you, his eyebrows raising in surprise, he muttered something to the people with him that looked like his family members, before coming to you.

“Mariposa!” He hugged you softly.

“Hi! Good to see you!” You chirped, nervously.

Fernando blatantly checked you out. You were wearing simple bikinis and a light beach robe. You were tanned, hair wild and cheeks red like you had come straight out of one of his wet dreams.

“Enjoying summer break?” He asked.

“Yeah, with my friends,” You pointed to where they waited for you at the table, “will you be here for long?”

“No, my family is going back today and I’m leaving tomorrow. We’ve been here for a few days already.”

You waved him goodbye after a quick chat. That night, the weather, the breeze and the empty villa tempted him into calling you. He didn’t want to be that guy so he resisted the urge, instead going for a walk by the beach, alone. As fate would have it, he found you at a small beach party with your friends, dancing and drinking.

Like a magnet, your eyes found his, and you said something to your friends before walking up to him.

“You came to the party?” You asked.

“No, I was just taking a walk and passed by,” He shrugged, and started walking away “I’ll let you go back to your friends.”

“No! No- I mean- Can I walk with you?” You asked and he just nodded.

You two walked away by the shore, the small waves crashing over your feet, and you two chatting about the island and all the adventures you got to go.

“So you went diving, surfing? Everything?”

“I have always been kind of a scaredy-cat, especially as a kid. My dad used to tell me ‘you just have to breathe ten seconds of courage and take the jump’. Funnily, racing was the only thing I wasn’t afraid of. I’m in control, me and the car are one.”

He listened to you for a long while, his eyes focused on the way the wind picked up your hair, your dress flowy in the wind and your bikini top peeking from under the neckline. You were looking delicious, he had to admit. You always were, but now, after spending the whole day under the sun, your skin was golden and glowy, and he imagined himself biting into your shoulder and kissing up your neck.

When you two finally stopped by the villa, Fernando looked at you attentively.

“Won’t your boyfriend be worried about you?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you shook your head knowing that he was just trying to find out if you had someone.

“You don’t? Well you’re pretty and nice, I thought you’d have one by now.” 

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked, blushing which made him chuckle.

“You know you are stunning.”

“Well, I know I’m pretty, I just didn’t know if I am pretty enough for you.”

“Mariposa,” his voice had a tone of reprimand, but his eyes falling down your cleavage and body, betrayed him.

“Just one kiss?” You asked, pouting, “and we don’t even have to talk about it after.”

“I can’t.”

“But you want to?” You asked, full of hope.

“We should not,” he whispered as you closed the distance to his face, your face barely centimeters from his, lips dangerously close.

“We could just,” you tried to come up with an argument, but your lips brushed his beard and you lost all train of thought.

“If we start, I will not be able to stop,” he mumbled, trying so hard to refrain himself.

“Then don’t.”

That’s all it took for him to press his fingers to your nape, pulling you in and smashing his lips to yours. And it felt divine, like nothing he had ever done before, you were sweet and the harder he kissed you, the more pliant you got in his arms, sighing and moaning softly as his hand found home over your ass, pressing firmly until your whole body was flush to his.

“Fernando,” you whispered, his lips going down your neck, his beard making goosebumps raise on your skin.

Then you walked inside without really breaking apart. Fernando pulled your dress from your body, staring at you in your bikini.

“This is tiny,” he said, hooking a finger by the string on the sides of the bottom.

You smiled some way you hoped was seductive, taking a step back so he could see you fully as you pulled the strings, letting your bikini top fall to the floor, followed by the bottom soon after.

Soon he had you bent over the back of the sofa, holding onto the seat for dear life as he knelt behind you and ate you out, fingering you ass all the way to a mind blowing orgasm. Then he fucked you senseless, whispering dirty nothings into your ear, switching English and Spanish back and forth. He slapped your ass until it was stinging, whispering about your “tempting tiny bikini”. He had you groaning, drooling against the sofa until your toes curled and you came around his cock.

“Nano… Fuck-” you moaned feeling him cumming too.

He cuddled you, both of you falling on the sofa, spent.

“Why were we holding back? We should’ve done this a long time ago.” You said, lips brushing his beard.

He didn’t answer because he knew why he had been holding back. You were young, sometimes naive, and his teammate. It was double the trouble. But he didn’t allow himself to wallow in those feelings, rather focusing on the feel of you naked in his arms.

“You know what we should do? Stay here a bit longer,” you rose from his chest, eyes glinting mischievously, “we should extend our stay here.”

“Just you and me?”

“Just us,” you whispered, planting a kiss on his chest.

And so you stayed with him. You sent your friends to Ibiza as a gift and Fernando extended his rent on the villa. You’d spend the day lazing around, cooking together and going to the beach or the pool. You played tennis and trained together in the small gym. You made love on every possible surface of that whole villa, which left you spent and satisfied every single day.

And you talked. Fernando considered you to be one of the closests people to him on the grid, but still, he learned so much more about you, about your mental strength to rise and thrive in motorsport. And you were clever and witty, joking around him, talking about life and all your dreams. And he could hear you for hours on end, never getting tired of you.

Unfortunately, your little time of uninterrupted happiness had to end. With a heavy heart, you kissed him goodbye, both of you aware that things would never go back to the way they were before summer break. But you two were also too scared to name anything, or to ruin whatever this dynamic was.

But you left Mallorca admitting to yourself that you had fallen in love even deeper.

You tried to keep texting and calling him, but you usually were in very different time zones so the texts were few and far between. Fernando even sent you a sweet text on your birthday a few of days later.

There was a gala by the end of summer break almost three weeks later, hosted by the FIA, it was mostly for mingling, and most drivers usually went, especially those trying to keep an image to the big shots.

Fernando went there because he rarely missed it. And maybe because he knew you would be there too, and maybe he could leave with you.

You arrived a little late, stunning in a green gown, with a tight corset and a big slit showing your leg. Fernando watched as you made rounds, greeting people and old men, other drivers that were your friends and their wives or girlfriends. You eventually made your way to Fernando, and he proudly waited for you when you walked up to him, the most beautiful smile adorning your lips and eyes shining just as much as the diamonds on your earrings.

“You’re beautiful, mariposa.” Fernando whispered.

“Thank you, you look handsome too. Love me a man in a tuxedo.” You whispered back conspiratorially, winking at him.

You two chatted for a little, watching the people around. You told him everything you did during summer break after you two parted ways in Mallorca. When the slow music started, you watched the couples getting to the dancefloor.

“Nano, can we dance?” You asked. He just stiffened, face unsure.

“Hm, I’m not sure.”

“Nobody will mind, we’re teammates,” you shrugged.

“I don’t think it's a good idea,” He looked at your face, still staring longingly at the couples slow dancing on the dancefloor. Yearning for something he couldn’t give you.

“Mhm…” You hummed, disappointed. You stood there silent for a couple more minutes, watching the dancefloor. Fernando imagined dancing with you, having you in his arms, listening to your voice, your hand on his shoulder. You cleared your throat for a second, “I’m gonna get a drink.”

You didn’t wait for his response, leaving with long strides to the bar, the opposite side. Fernando’s eyes never left you, he watched as you got a drink and sipped a little, sitting on a bar stool. Some people stopped to greet you quickly. At some point, Charles Leclerc stopped you, whispering something that made you giggle a little, then he offered you a hand, probably inviting you to dance, but you refused politely. You grabbed a second drink and turned on the stool, nursing your drink and still watching the party go on.

You wanted to dance with him, not anyone else.

Eventually, the party died down, and Fernando got close to you again, whispering in your ear to meet him in the most discreet parking lot and then he left. You watched his back as he made his way out. Downing whatever was left of your drink, you stood up, making a quick route to say goodbye to everyone.

Finally, you met Fernando in the car. He had driven himself in his expensive car.

As he drove away in the middle of the night, he put his hand on your thigh under the slit of the dress. You honestly wanted to jump him, to make him stop the car anywhere and just get into it.

Quietly making into his hotel room, you kicked your high heels off and kissed him, not giving him any second before deepening the kiss, pressing your body to his.

“Wait,” he managed to croak out. You took a step back. He went into his luggage and picked a small box, handing it to you, “I know your birthday was two weeks ago, but since I didn’t see you- well, happy birthday.”

“You didn’t have to…” you whispered, opening the box to a beautiful and delicate necklace with a gold butterfly pendant with small diamonds all around the wings, “it’s so beautiful, Fernando.”

“Not as much as you, Mariposa.” He whispered back, taking the necklace, placing you in front of the full body mirror and standing behind you and locking the necklace around your neck.

“Thank you”

He kissed your neck, running a hand down your arm, then kissing your shoulders while pulling the hair pins out of your hair, letting your hair free. He kept leaving hot wet kisses on your skin, calling you “hermosa” and “my mariposa” all while unzipping your dress slowly. You let him do whatever, his hands pushing the corset out until the fabric pooled around your ankles kicking it away too, and you stood in nothing but panties and the necklace.

You gasped, staring at your reflection on the mirror and him behind you, his rough fingertips running over your side, getting to your front and cupping your boobs. You felt soft as his fingers pinched your nipples, making you moan softly.

“You ready to take me?” He asked against your ears.

“Please, Nano,” you moaned his name the way you only said it when you were alone and getting intimate.

“Foot there,” he pointed to a chair. You did as he said, one leg up so he could have better access to your panties.

He pressed his chest to your back, fingers sliding inside your panties to feel your obscene wetness dampening the fabric. His fingers slid right over your clit, spreading your juices all around, before diving into your cunt. You moaned, head lolling back against his shoulder, as he pleasured you nonstop. You had been turned on even since the gala, and the ride to the hotel had been pure torture not being touched. So it didn’t take much for him to build you up, his thumb brushing your clit. Your moaning got louder and with the way he could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers, he knew you were close.

And so he stopped, making you whine. He just chuckled.

“Nano! I was so close!” You pouted.

“Needy girl, get on the bed,” he pointed again, like an order, “you’re cumming around my cock first.”

You sat on the bed slowly, still reeling from almost orgasming. You watched as Fernando started undressing in front of you, so you just ran both hands from his chest down to his thighs, fingers barely touching the straining erection in his pants.

“Don’t get greedy now. Wait.”

With his words, you stopped touching him, leaning back so you could watch him undress. When he finally got rid of all clothing, he leaned, kissing your stomach and up your boobs, mouthing your nipples as his hands pulled your panties, letting you lay down on the edge of the bed. You held his head against your nipples, his eyes finding yours through his eyelashes. 

When you were both fully naked, he just held your legs open and sank into your cunt, making you moan loud as you back rose up from the bed.

“Nano- oh, fuck!” You moaned, and pulled by his neck to kiss you.

He kissed you back slowly, patiently contrasting your desperate hands on his shoulder, crawling up his neck, fingertips sinking into his soft hair, as he fucked you slowly, pressing you deliciously into the bed, one hand firmly on the bedrest and the other holding your neck, pressing until you were cumming, his lips sucking hickeys into your skin.

You two were cuddling quietly when you decided to say what you’ve been thinking about ever since Mallorca.

“We should go on a date, Fernando. Take the next step, I really like what we have.”

You could feel him stiffening against you, and you closed your eyes, afraid of what his response would be.

“We can’t, mariposa. You are way younger than me,” He said somberly, “and we’re teammates. This would be too messy for the both of us, but especially for you, who is just starting your career.”

“I don’t mind if that’s the price I need to pay to have you.”

“We can’t take this kind of risk for something we don’t even know it’s real.”

That squeezed your heart and made you angry with his denial.

“Fernando, this is real- You know that!”

“Calling a cab to take you to your hotel,” he said standing up and picking his phone. His tone was cold, detached from you, like you were just some toy for him to have fun with, and now you served your purpose.

“Don’t be like that, Fernando. This is more than just sex,” you got up, covering yourself with the bedsheet because it felt too vulnerable having this conversation naked.

“We can’t be anymore than that. You’re too young to understand.” He said not looking at you.

There was a lump on your throat rapidly forming. He knew you hated when people treated you like you were dumb because you were young.

“Please let us just talk about it-”

“There’s nothing to talk about. This means nothing! Nada!” He exclaimed.

“You don’t mean that. Don’t be a jerk.” Your voice was already wavering.

You stared at his back as he turned around, going to the opposite side of the room, your tears started falling down.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He finally said but still didn’t look at you.

“I’m already hurt,” you said, picking up your panties from the floor hastily putting them on, realizing how Fernando had helped you with your dress, so you just picked up one of his sweaters and dressed, “do you want me or do you not?”

“I don’t want you.”

“You’re missing good things in life because of fear. Just take the fucking jump, Fernando.”

The next thing he heard was the slamming door behind you.

When he walked back, he noticed you had left the butterfly necklace on the table. Holding the necklace against the palm of his hand, he wondered if he did the right thing or just lost the best thing in his life.

You didn’t text or called him. And he didn’t either. Eventually he texted you, to tell you had “forgot” the necklace, to test the waters.

“You’re the only one who calls me mariposa. This necklace has no meaning to me if you’re not in my life.”

His mind would often wander back to Mallorca, to those few days you and him lived in paradise. Sleeping late, waking up even later, then making love lazily under the sun, sunbathing naked by the pool, and cooking together, training together. There was never silence with you, since you were always talking or singing or playing loud music.

And he missed it. As the weeks progressed and the more race weeks came, you didn’t try to talk to him about the two of you. You were still polite and talkative, usually filling his silence with stories, talks about the track and strategies. You still knocked on his helmet three times before every race, probably a pre race ritual by now.

He missed you. He missed not only the feel of your cunt around his cock, but he missed your loudness, and your laugh. He missed the light in your eyes that was slowly darkening each passing day. Like you were losing hope he would come around and change his mind.

The last race of the season, he was a little late from a meeting, so you were already getting in the car when he came out. Your visor was up, so you just looked at him, and knocked your own helmet three times as a sign to him, who did the same gesture back to you.

By around ⅔ of the race, there was an accident and the red flag was called.

It took maybe two or three minutes until all cars stopped on the pitlane, lined up under the red flag. As Fernando climbed out of the car, he turned around, looking for you, removing his helmet, guard and balaclava, he went inside the garage.

“Where’s Mariposa?” He asked, to one in particular. But then his eyes landed in Martha, your PT, and her eyes were watery as she pointed to the screen.

A sinking feeling expanded in his stomach as he saw your car, that now looked like an unrecognizable wreckage. He dropped his helmet, covering his mouth with a hand. The marshals were all around your burning car, various people with fire extinguishers, trying to lower the fire enough to pull you out.

“Has she responded yet? Did she say anything?” Fernando asked without removing his eyes from the screen.

“No,” Somebody said, somberly.

“She’ll be fine,” Fernando assured, probably trying to convince himself, and his rapid heartbeat. He had seen and had been in many ugly crashes, and in the end, the driver had come out unscathed. He was sure you could manage, you were very strong and stubborn.

When the fire died down enough, a couple of marshals pulled you out, and Fernando’s heart felt like it was stopping as they pulled you out unconscious. The marshals made a small shield around you and carried you to the ambulance.

Looking around, Fernando finally noticed how everyone was horrified by the crash, and all the drivers around seemed pale and worried. It took a couple of minutes for the FIA to decide to keep the race going, setting it to restart 15 minutes later.

“Fernando,” someone called, and he turned to be faced with George and Alex, who were your closest friends on the grid, “any news on her?”

“Not yet,” he paused, trying really hard to not freak out, “Mike went to the hospital with her.”

“That was ugly,” Alex muttered gloomily.

The tree of them stayed silent, eyes on the screen where a replay of your crash. It was probably a mechanical issue, since you were in high speed when the tyres locked, and you visibly couldn’t brake, going straight into the barriers, full force.

“Will-” George started but his voice failed a little and he cleared his throat, “will she be ok?”

“Yes. She’ll be ok.” Fernando said, not only to calm down the two young drivers, but also to convince himself, since no other option was acceptable in his mind.

You had to be fine.

“Fuck it,” Fernando went inside his room, changing quickly into more casual clothes, as he came out, the team was confused, “I’m sorry, but I have to check on her. Martha, come with me.”

He left knowing he would face terrible consequences with the FIA, not only for not going back to the race, but also because he avoided the press to go to the hospital you were taken to.

On the car, on the way to the hospital they had taken you to, his phone rang, and it was Mike, who had been the first one to go with you to the hospital. Fernando supposed Mike would want to tear him a new one for abandoning the race.

But no. Mike wanted to update him, telling you had a concussion that had knocked you out on the spot, inside the car. They were going to check if you had any more injuries with scans and tests.

By the time he got to the hospital, he met with Mike, and with Vince, your friend and manager, they said you were still unconscious and going through all the examinations necessary. The doctors wanted to see if you didn’t have any internal bleeding or fractures. They kept you unconscious during urgent care, hoping you would wake up after the tests and after the meds wear off.

Fernando sat in the waiting room unmoved, his fear eating him inside every minute you had not woken up yet. Martha was tearful the whole time, while Vince was making calls right and left, he got in touch with your family and closest friends. Alberto showed up around an hour after to pick Fernando up to go back to the hotel.

“I am not leaving,” Fernando said.

“Fernando, there’s nothing you can do. Vince said she will probably wake up late morning tomorrow, we can just-”

“I will not leave.”

Fernando’s words left no space for debate. He didn’t have any commitments for the next week. So he stayed after everyone left, waiting for news on his mariposa. He could barely drink the coffee because his stomach was churning with the lack of news. In the middle of the night, finally they finished the tests and they put you in a room.

After bribing his way inside, Fernando was able to get into your room and see you. You were sleeping, looking peaceful in that hospital bed, using an oxygen inhaler.

“Why does she need oxygen?” He asked the nurse checking on you.

“Here it says she inhaled some smoke before the fire was put off,” the woman explained, reading your chart.

“She will be alright, isn’t she?” He asked, his tone audibly worried. The nurse sighed, as if she didn’t want to say her next words.

“We can’t tell just yet. For now the scans and tests show she is fine, but we can only tell for sure after she wakes up.”

She left Fernando behind with dread consuming his every thought.

As he stared at your unconscious body on the bed, he couldn’t help but remember when you slept with him in Mallorca. Your naked body tangled with the blankets, hair splayed on the pillows and tanned limbs looking for him even in sleep, hugging him and keeping him in bed with you longer than he usually did. He sat by the bed, hand holding yours, running his thumb over your cold knuckles.

The remorse was eating him alive. You had to be alright. You had to wake up soon and laugh at his worried face, joking that you’re tougher than you look. Giving him those eyes. He couldn’t bear not looking at your eyes again, that would break him apart one last time.

Because you could have been his the whole time. He could have slept with you in his arms more often than not. He could have been stealing your kisses in dark corners and going out for dinner after late team meetings. He could’ve received random cute selfies from you throughout his day. He could’ve whispered “I love you” into your skin every night. Only he didn’t.

His last words to you were “I don’t want you” and he couldn’t take it if those were his last words for you ever. He never let himself admit to you that he had fallen. That he was absolutely crazy for you, that he loved you even before you ever kissed him.

He was about to spiral in guilt when your sister arrived in the early morning. She visibly didn’t expect Fernando there, holding her sister’s hand.

“I just talked to the doctor,” Mila, your sister, muttered.

“He said the meds will wear off later today,” Fernando said.

“You can go rest now, come back later.” Mila offered. Didn’t sound like she wanted him specifically out, but more out of worry.

“No, I- I want to stay until she’s awake.”

“Fernando, she wouldn’t want you to wear yourself thin because of her,” The way Mila said the words, it left a little unsaid.

“You know?” Was all he asked. Do you know about us? What do you think? What did she say about me? But Mila just nodded, she didn’t look judgemental.

“I know.”

He was about to leave to at least shower and eat something before coming back. As Mila got closer to your sleeping form, Fernando stood back and your sister touched your hand. Then she knocked three times on the bedside table. Fernando frowned.

“Why did you do that?” He asked Mila.

“When we were kids in karting, Dad used to do that to our helmets before races, each knock means a word. ‘I love you’, and with time it just became a silly habit of hers,” Mila explained.

Fernando’s heart twisted inside, eyes watering.

Knock. I. Knock. Love. Knock. You.

You had been doing the knocks to him for months, even before the summer break.

He left the room without a word, breathing in and out to stop the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. He wasn’t an emotional man by any means, but the knowledge that you have been loving him for so long, broke his heart.

After going back to the hotel to shower and eat, he went knocking in Alberto’s room when he noticed he didn’t have his phone anywhere in sight ever since before the race had started. Like predicted, Alberto had his phone.

In his suite, Fernando unlocked his phone to hundreds of notifications, a lot from other drivers, asking for news about you, since not the Formula 1 or the FIA had released any notes about your condition. After shooting a few answers to the other drivers, he finally saw one notification, saying you had left him a voicemail the day before. From the time stamp, it was a bit before the race.

Wide eyed, he pressed play on the voicemail.

“Hey, I’m about to go out in the car, but I guess I just breathed 10 seconds of courage, well not enough to wait to say it to you face to face,” you giggled nervously, “but what I mean to say is, I love you. Probably not what you wanted to hear, but I do love you. And I know you don’t feel the same, but maybe you could… I don’t know, maybe you could take a chance on me. I know your reservations about the world, but… We should take the jump. I can make you really happy if you let me. And maybe one day you will grow to love me- god, that last part was pathetic- Shit- How do I delete this?” There was noise as if you were struggling with the phone and then someone called your name far away, “one second!” you told the person, “shit, I gotta go. Just please, can we talk over the winter break? I guess what I mean is that-” Then the beep ended the message, cutting your voicemail off.

He pressed play a couple more times, until he could breathe again, your voice offering some sense of peace to his mind. You were willing to have him, even after he kicked you out of his hotel room, even after he pretty much ignored your history all these past few months.

It would be alright. You would wake up, he would tell you he loved you and he was so sorry that he had wasted so much time being afraid of what people may think or how the world might treat you.

Only you didn’t.

You didn’t wake up after the meds wore off. And Fernando, your sister, Vince and Martha were all shocked when the doctor said it was possible you were in a coma.

“Everything seems ok, but she’s not waking up. Sometimes the body takes a little more time to recover from traumas like this.”

“When-” Mila’s voice failed, tears streaming down her face, “when do you believe she could wake up?”

“We can’t pinpoint that with precision,” the doctor answered.

“Get all the tests redone,” Fernando said suddenly, “maybe you missed something.”

“But-”

“I’ll pay for it.”

That’s all he said before leaving and entering a toilet by the waiting room. His chest heaving, he watered his shaky hands to try and calm down. You didn’t wake up. They weren’t sure when or if you would wake up. And, fuck, Fernando had seen that before with Jules, who was comatose for months before passing away.

He remembered the blinding pain of losing a friend and he couldn’t bear losing the love of his life too. Fernando stayed in the stall for a while, trying to calm down his terrified thoughts.

When he went back, your sister was still crying, being comforted by Vince.

“Fernando, can you stay here while we call my family?” Mila asked, and Fernando nodded.

As they left, Fernando sat by your side, holding your hand. With his thumb running over the back of your hand, he looked at your face.

“I don’t want you to go,” he whispered, “I need you here. There’s still so much for you here. Please, I just need you to fight a little more, yes? You have always been stubborn.”

He waited for some kind of miracle, for you to wake up, for your eyes to find him like they always did even in a crowded room.

“When you recover, we will go out, on a proper date, and we’ll dance, like you wanted to. We’ll hold hands and I’ll take you to meet my family.” He kissed the back of your hand softly, “Wake up, Mariposa.”

He stayed there the whole day, letting your sister go find a hotel to stay and get some sleep. Then at night, she came back, assuring Fernando that he should go to sleep too, she knew he was more than a day and a half awake. Back at the hotel, he showered the smell of hospital off and made some calls to take care of his businesses. He texted George and Alex to update them. He also talked to his family, giving updates on his teammate, but not prolonging the chat as to not risk breaking down because of the state his mariposa was in the hospital. Then he went to sleep after a quick dinner, exhausted enough to sleep fairly quickly.

He managed to sleep the whole night, going in and off dreams of you, his brain probably too worried to really forget, even unconscious. He woke up at dawn, going back to the hospital so your sister could leave to rest.

Fernando checked on you first thing, and you were still unconscious, but your sister was on the phone talking to your parents, so he just left to give her a little privacy. He went into the cafeteria and drank a small cup of coffee.

As he went back, he noticed how agitated Vince looked on the phone right outside your room.

“Vince, what happened?” He asked, dreading that the worse had happened in the few minutes he was away.

“She woke up!”

Fernando’s eyes welled up with tears as he opened the door.

“-No, no, don’t talk just yet. Let’s wait for the doctor,” you sister said to you, then both of them looked at Fernando, who looked rooted to the spot, “Fernando! She woke up!” Your sister said through happy tears.

Your sister hugged again, kissing your head, whispering how she loved you all while Fernando stood there, trying to will his limbs to move. Then the doctor and a nurse came, asking you all to leave so he could examine you.

He waited outside as your sister went on the phone with the good news to your family again. Then the doctor came out, announcing you were looking good, and apparently no sequelae but they would still keep you for a few more days for close examination and to make sure everything was alright.

Barely registering anything, Fernando just entered your room, and you smiled at him. You smiled. Your eyes shining bright like you had just woken up from a simple nap.

And then he cried. Fully cried for the first time since the accident, like the relief of seeing you alive and well broke the dam of the tears he had been trying to hold back. And he could breathe again. Covering his face with both hands, he tried to get himself in control but he only stopped when he heard you.

“Na-” your voice was hoarse, “-no.”

“No, don’t talk yet. The nurse said your throat might feel a little dry.” He managed to subside his tears enough to talk.

When he sat down on the chair, you lifted your hand to hold his face. You were still a bit weak, but you wiped his face of the tears. He held your hand with both of his, kissing your palm.

“You gave us quite the scare,” Fernando said with a small smile. You smiled back, looking sleepy, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

You shook your head minimally but your eyes had that mischievous glint, like you were thinking of a silly joke about how tough you actually are.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for making you think I don’t love you, when I really do. I have for the longest time. We’ll make it work, however you want,” he just dumped the words, not wanting to lose another precious second not being yours, “soy tuyo, Mariposa. Te amo, mi amor.”

You just held his hand, squeezing it slowly three times. I. Love. You.

[inkedells]

plushie au joel based off peppers by lana del rey? him braiding reader's hair while they fuck around... pls pls pls

oh jesus this is so hot i truly hope i did this scenario justice

A/N: part 4 of my plushie series!!!! this request happened to be a combination of two other requests i already had, so i figured i might as well do this one and kill two birds with one stone! enjoy loviessss (also i started a taglist! link is at the end)

words: ~800

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SMUT!! mdni! | requests open.

Straddling Joel’s lap with your back to him, clutching your favorite plushie as Joel sat settled between the rest.

“What’d you need, baby?” Joel muttered just above a breath as he set aside the book he was reading, “Sat here for a reason, didn’t you?”

You felt him play with the hem of your miniskirt, fingers inching the fabric higher up your ass. The action made your hips jerk forward in an effort to avoid his fleeting touch, and admittedly, to alleviate some of the pressure building deep within you.

“Joel…” You whispered, hands intensely gripping his knees, “I need help.”

“Oh, honey,” Joel continued, voice still as low as possible, “If you need me to play with your pussy just say so.”

“No—Well, yes, but no… I needed help braiding my hair.”

Joel hummed, then breathed a short laugh. “Well I hope you don’t mind messing around while I do it. Braiding my sweet girl’s hair while she rubs up on me, hm? How does that sound?”

“I like that,” You nodded eagerly, settling further back against him as you clutched your plushie harder, moaning when you felt his hardness press against you through the thin fabric of your panties.

Your back arched as a tremble overtook you at the intensity of it all—the sweetness of Joel’s fingers in your hair, each subtle pull on your scalp as he braided it, and the warning tugs he would give your hair when the roll of your hips slowed too much.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be shy.” Joel whispered, his left arm momentarily wrapping around your waist to pull you even further back against him, “Grind on it a little harder, sweetheart. It’s just me.”

You nodded in compliance, little whines combining with your labored breathing as you let Joel’s clothed cock repeatedly slide against you with great pressure.

“Mhm, just like that. Keep rubbin’ back and forth, that’s all. Then when I’m done with your little braid and you’re done making me feel good, we’ll go downstairs and make sure everyone sees how fuckin’ pretty you look.”

You sighed shakily, imagining what it would be like parading around wearing your braid, knowing that you and Joel were the only two people who knew its dirty origin.

“Please,” You whined, eyes squeezed shut as you rubbed against his crotch.

“You gonna cum?”

You mewled as you nodded. Joel took that as his cue to begin rambling the most depraved things he could think of. It was safe to say he knew exactly what effect his words had on you.

“Gonna get me all wet? Get my jeans all wet? See, when one of my friends asks me what that dark spot on my crotch is, y’know what I’ll tell him? I’ll say, my best friend’s little girl did that. Came all over these jeans while she held her stuffie, and yet she still thinks she has the right to act all shy around me.”

He breathed a humorless laugh then, before finally releasing your hair as he finished the braid. He then turned you around, smirking when your hooded eyes and slack jaw finally came into view. Taking advantage of your slow, malleable state, he moved one of his hands to grip your jaw and hold you still as he subtly rocked you up and down with each press of his hips against yours. You were fully aware that your panties were soaked, so you assumed Joel’s pants were, too. You liked it that way—You liked leaving your mark on him, however temporary it may have been.

You were close. Your pace had become animalistic at that point, your top hiked up above your breasts as you squeezed them together and played with your nipples. One thrust forward, then two, then three, and you were doubling over as your orgasm hit you in waves.

“Joel…” You begged, voice hoarse from arousal. “Want… Want your cum in me—Please. Please, please, plea—”

“Throat or pussy?” He asked, pride evident on his face from how badly you wanted him.

You had to think for a moment. “Throat, my throat, wanna taste it.”

He maneuvered you onto your back, then moved to straddle your chest with his weight hovering above you as he pulled his cock out of the tight confines of his jeans. He rapidly began jerking himself, torso convulsing as his mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Mouth open, baby girl,” He ordered quickly, a satisfied noise leaving him when you instinctively stuck your tongue out, too.

Hot white cum spurted onto your tongue and face in bursts, pulling the most unabashed whines out of you. When the ropes stopped coming, you closed your mouth and swished Joel’s cum around before opening your mouth again and showing him.

“Jesus… go ahead, honey, swallow.”

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[wonyopout]

(cw: semi-public sex, threesome, manipulation oops, g!p yujin, g!p rei)

dukongz being scheming little pervs to try (and succeed!) to get in your pants.

you’ve been a manager for ive for just a little over a year and it’s all been smooth sailing. when you applied for the job you weren’t a huge fan of ive and honestly your only motivation at the time was that it paid fairly well. it was of course a lot of work making sure things were in order and the girls got to there schedules on time, but honestly a lot of the time it was really fun! it also helped that as time went on you got closer to the members. it wasn’t uncommon for them to invite you out either individually or with another member or two, always citing their want to “show how much they appreciated you” or just to spend a little extra time with their “favorite” manager. while you felt grateful for how much affection the girls showed you day after day, it was important to you to keep your relationships with them professional! this was a principle of yours and you didn’t wanna break it no matter how tempting… it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t get off, at least a little bit, on how much attention they showed you and while you’d love to relish in that and blur the lines, if just for a day, you really wanted to keep your job. for the most part you would come up with flimsy excuses as to why you couldn’t stick around, it was obvious the older members especially took a liking to you but for what reason you weren’t so sure about… it was always rei and yujin who gave you the most trouble, rarely taking no for an answer. you end up getting cornered by the two after countless rejections on your part. you’re used to them being little shits and giving you a hard time but the look on their faces this time around was… different..

“don’t you think you’re being a little unfair y/n? i mean if you really cared then you’d let us do what we please right? it’d suck if what ended up getting you fired was the fact that you refused to meet our needs…”

you don’t really understand at first what yujin means, you always make sure the girls are taken care of. her not giving you a second to question her as she grabs your hand and places it on her clothed dick 😵‍💫 oh. so that’s the game they’ve been playing at. you could hear rei giggling behind you before you felt her arm snake around your waist, pulling you flush against her as she started grinding against your ass. her leaving feather light kisses along your neck,

“yujin unnie’s right you know, we’re always so nice to you and all you do is cast us aside”

you’d feel guilty if it weren’t for the fact that you could hear the smirk in her voice. gasping when reis free hand suddenly cups your clothed cunt, your self restraint immediately melting away as she pets at your clit making you whine. them whisking you off to a deserted bathroom or some dark corner somewhere so that they can fuck you silly 😋 the second the 3 of you cram into the stall reis forcing you into a kiss while yujins groping you 😵‍💫😵‍💫 to think you were so big on keeping things professional just moments ago and now you’re dropping to your knees to fish rei and yujinies cocks out of their pants hehe. taking reis cock in your mouth without a second thought, let’s put a loud moan at how wet and warm your mouth is 🥴 grabbing a fistful of your hair as she roughly fucks your mouth while you pump yujins length in your hand. yujin telling you how pretty you look getting your throat fucked, obviously getting off to watching you being used as each thrust into your hand gets sloppier. right when you think yujins gonna blow her load she’s pulling away from you only to grab you by your hips, rei still steadily fucking your mouth, and get you up on your feet. the position is awkward but you stop caring once you feel yujin yank your bottoms down and press her dick along your cunt, bumping your clit with her cockhead in the process 🥴 of course she gives you no warning when she bottoms out in one thrust, the force of it causing you to take rei’s dick even deeper into your throat, gagging you 😵‍💫 the sound of skin slapping skin and all 3 of your whines bounce off the walls as they both pound away at your holes, chasing after their own release. your mind getting hazy at the feeling of being full at both ends, your pussy clenching around yujin’s length as you swallow around rei’s. yujin drilling her dick into you even harder then before, hearing her whine out “fuckfuckfuck”, painting your tight cunts walls white with rope after rope of warm cum 🥴🥴 rei following close behind, forcing her cock as far as it can go as she empties down your throat with a groan. pulls back just far enough to let you get a proper taste of her seed, letting the head lay against your tongue as she finishes 😵‍💫

didn’t know how to finish this 🧍

[anjuyn]

Some interesting facts about Sakuma Rei that you might not know about. I have accumulated a lot of interesting observations, so I decided to share a few of them. So.

1. Besides the fact that Rei does not like sunlight, he also does not tolerate cold, because "he freezes to the bone" and water and dampness, because "his hair gets wet and falls on his face."

2. He sometimes forgets to charge his phone on time and it can be difficult to reach him.

3. His eyesight seems to be good enough not to worry in everyday life, but he needs glasses to read.

4. He's scared of the idea of messing with small contact lenses and trying to put them in his eyes.

5. He likes to walk in the garden.

6. He also loves flowers very much and he likes to receive them as a gift :3

7. He is physically strong enough that he can easily lift a person into his arms.

8. Koga is afraid of Rei when he is angry.

9. Rei likes to hug Leon, Koga's dog, in winter because he's warm.

10. He likes being in the company, but not being in the center of it. That's because excessive attention tires him quickly.

11. He had "people he could call friends" abroad.

12. During the second year of study, the local punks created a whole "cult" named after Rei (he did not know about it for a long time, because he was abroad).

13. He doesn't like to read.

14. Nevertheless, he is very well-read.

15. He can perform opera (and also plays at least three musical instruments, plays roles in theater and cinema, understands economics, management, psychology... It's harder to say what he can't do.)

16. He was Koga's idol twice. The first was when Koga saw him on stage and admired his image, and the second was when Koga found old DVDs with a stranger who played guitar amazingly (this stranger was Rei).

17. His broad horizons and deep knowledge in many fields originate from his anxiety and thoughts about his insignificance on a global scale.

18. He does not like being addressed formally, because of this he feels lonely and detached.

19. He didn't see the point in his own existence and openly expressed his suicidal thoughts.

20. He doesn't understand people as well as he seems, and is bad at romantic matters, according to him.

You may already know about this, but I really like these things in it! Maybe one day I'll start writing down everything I learn about him, but that will be too much.

[444rockstargf]

hii, horny request of the day 🫡 I was thinking sleepy sex with Jack thurlow <3 where reader is very tired but can't seem to fall asleep, and jack is working on his laptop also exhausted from, well, work, so reader tells him to help her fall asleep and it ends with her on his lap riding him and then falling asleep with him inside <3 thank uu

this is perfect.

"let's ride." | jack thurlow

cola. - lana del rey

female!reader x jack

word count: 900

contents: unprotected sex, p in v, very sloppy

you flip through your novel as you sit on the bed, watching jack as he almost motionlessly types out paragraphs on his computer. his movements were robotic. you turned to glance at the digital clock on your bedside table. it was nearly midnight and your body was aching for rest. rain was pouring heavily outside and all you wanted right now was to be laying down with him.

you crawled off of the bed and walked over to his seat, standing behind him. you put your hands on his shoulders and started rubbing them gently. he spun around slowly and gently picked you up in his arms, setting you on his lap with your legs on either side of his. he sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands slightly grazing your hips.

he rested on his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him into a false sense of relaxation. your hands made their way to the back of his head, working your fingers through his thick hair as you massaged his scalp with great care. you could’ve put him to sleep right there with your sweet, gentle movements.

he brought his eyes up to meet yours, his rimmed with red circles. it was like his body had succumbed to his exhaustion. you lifted his head up and connected your lips to his own, locking him into a slow, sloppy kiss. the wet, openmouthed kisses became even more unstructured as he gripped your thighs, one of his hands fiddling with the drawstring of your shorts.

you repositioned yourself slightly, just enough so that you could feel the light flutter in his pants. he grabbed your hips and moved them so they were set right on his cock, which was hardening at a rapid pace. he pulled away from the kiss, panting as your lips were connected by a string of saliva. his eyes wandered down to your chest, seeing your hard nipples through the shirt you were wearing.

without a second thought, he discarded it. you lifted your arms to get it over your head. he tossed it onto the floor, immediately drooling at the sight of your perfect tits. he moved his hand to his hard cock, palming himself through his pajamas. his breath was coming out in quick, short gasps. you looked down at his erect cock that was begging for touch.

you slowly untied the string holding your shorts together, them instantly losing their hold on your waist and falling down your thighs. you took them off your legs and added it to pile of clothes that was growing. there you were, completely bare in front of him. he was still palming himself, imagining himself fucking your pussy black and blue, but his body didn’t have the strength.

the moonlight seeped in through the window, hitting your body perfectly. your pussy began to grow warm and there was a familiar ache in your clit. jack slipped his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. it slapped against your stomach, making you gasp. the tip was already slicked with just a little bit of precum.

he moved you up a little so that his tip was poking at your soaking wet entrance. his cock was so lubricated by your liquid that it didn’t even take any effort for it to slip it. you whined at the feeling of being filled up like this and jack’s breath hitched. he continued to guide your hips with his hands, slowly moving you up and down his cock. you were so wet that you could hear yourself as you slid on his length. 

even at the painfully slow pace, your tits still bounced right in his face. he was drooling, so badly wanting to take them in his mouth. you started moving on his shaft, your pussy finally getting the satisfaction of being filled up like this. he brought his mouth to your chest, taking one of your tits in his mouth as he used a hand to fondle the other one.

you felt your cum dripping out of your pussy and running down his balls. sex between you two had never been this slow-paced before. jack’s head was leaning back as low groans escaped his mouth. his cock was twitching inside of your tight cunt as you felt precum leaking into your core. you slowly moved your hips in a way that made his balls touch your hole every time you moved back down.

jack was struggling to keep himself together. you could feel his body trembling underneath you. everything was so wet and messy with cum leaking out of your pussy and getting all over his thighs and onto the chair. as much as you wanted to bring yourself to an orgasm, neither of you had the strength to do so. 

he put his hands on your hips, slowly thrusting into you. his blinks were getting slower, like it was taking all his willpower to stay awake. your body leaned into his, your head ending up on his shoulder. he felt your body give in to the exhaustion as all your movements slowed to nothing. he wanted to carry you over to the bed, but his own body had given up as well. so you two slept there throughout the night, finally giving your bodies the rest that they needed.

author's note: thank you for the request!! i hope yall are ok with this slower posting schedule. ill try my best to keep it consistent throughout the year :))

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘ART DECO,

-GOTHAM!OSWALDCOBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; oswald goes feral for your thighs…and whats in between them.

⋆ tags/warnings. small GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. SMUT!!!! like, this is PURE porn. Might make a series of just gotham villains eating reader out lol. also oswald being an unintentional god at oral sex.

♫ “You're not mean, you just want to be seen. / Baby, you’re so ghetto. / You’re crazy all the time.” Art Deco by Lana Del Rey

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

He always starts out so so slow. Too slow- almost unsure. He’s inbetween your legs after a long day- you’d think he’d want to be the one on the recieving end, but you realize now how foolish the assumption is. After all his planning, his busywork, his anger…he just wants to take it out. And you, his one true love, get to reap the benefits. He needs spoil you. Put all his energy into something more productive, rather than another god foresaken tantrum.

It takes his mind off it all. And it always starts out innocent. Him- mindlessly ranting about his plans for the city’s underground. The range from his bragging about his new ideas; whether it be teaming up with the GCPD or Pax Penguina. He speaks earnestly, head resting in your lap- just between your thighs. He buries himself in them. A comforting pillow, he says, and he feels a rush of euphoria whenever he gets to touch you. The love of his life. The only person he can trust. It’s far better than any simple hug in the begginning of your relationship.

It morphs into something more carnal the more you shift underneath him. At first he finds it irksome, how you cant just stay still.

“Would you stop that?” He huffs, exhaling roughly as his voice cuts through the air. You hardly pay any attention at this point, having stopped a few minutes ago. Lost in thought, he finally lifts his head up to look at you. “Y/N?” He prompts, expression a mix of concerned and annoyed.

You look back down at him, humming in response. He rolls his eyes- petulant little thing. “As I was saying…”He moves to speak, head moving back, when you thread your hands through his hair. His breath catches in his throat and he looks back at you. The annoyed expression is wiped off his pretty face, replaced with one of flustered surprise. His hair scrunches underneath your fingers; the by product of styling.

He just looks at you, slack jawed, and you only push him closer to where you need him. He quickly closes his mouth, blinking. You already know what he’s thinking. That you’re obscene. But he simply doesn’t mind, no, he’s glad for the invitation.

“Right now?” He always asks, a bit ruffled, in the middle of his ranting. It comes out in a soft whisper.

“Please?” You ask, looking into his blue green eyes. They always shine in the flourescence. He doesn’t respond, simply pursing his lips; still a bit surprised, but far from angry.

He finds the confidence in himself to lay his head back down, keeping the eye contact. He shifts himself in between your thighs, and in an angonizingly slow movement, presses his nose and lips to the soft plush of your skin.

He lays a kiss, just barely the ghost of one. A soft peck at first, before his eyes depart from yours. You sigh contently as his attention fixes entirely to your thighs, kisses pressed gently and peppered all over the skin. As you urge him with your hand threaded in his hair, his lips become more and more earnest. You know he’s ready to go further when he gets rougher, wet sounds of his lip sucking a near bruise into your thighs.

He looks up at you through lidded eyes, and he’s a bit too nervous to ask the question out right- but he doesn’t have to. You simply nod, hand urging him further and further.

He sighs into your skin, and his finger tips shake as they pull down the scuff of your lace panties. You swallow as the cool air of the bedroom hits your clit- and the feeling of his hot breath against it. He’s not staring at you anymore- eyes fully fixed on your vulva beneath him.

His shakey breath makes you impatient- and you find yourself pushing him down once again. He hesitates- but quickly goes to work.

It starts off with one long lick, his tongue peering out to savor the strip of skin between your legs. The feeling makes you shudder- and it fills him with confidence. God- he can taste you, smell you. It’s intoxicating.

“So wet…” He mumbles, and you don’t even think he grasps the sheer eroticism in his words. You swallow, and in an instant, his tongue comes out again- string of saliva falling onto your cunt.

He chooses to tease you one final time- tongue massaging the wetness into the skin around your folds, going everywhere except where you really need him. You let a soft whine escape your lips, and it spurs him on. You’re feeding his ego, as if it isnt already big enough. A small grin spreads across his face.

He finally puts his tongue to good use, dipping into your folds. He sucks gently, tenderly. His head bobs up at down as he focuses- and just as he’s done all the previous times, feeds off the praise in your moans. With more confidence and earnesty, he becomes a fucking god at eating you. And he doesn’t even know it.

He flicks at your clit with his tongue at an almost inhuman speed, switching between sucking and kissing the entirety of you with his mouth to focusing directly on your clit. Your thighs clenching around his throat makes his head spin. You don’t need to touch him to know his cock is throbbing- mindlessly grinding down into the bed for any friction he can get.

His saliva is soaking you, and you cant help but pull his hair as your eyes roll back into your head. Wet and sloppy noises fill the room as he presses both his nose and lips into your cunt. It’s positivley sinful- the way he rocks his head against you. His hands come to push your thighs even further into the mattress, and you remember how strong he really is against you. His movements speed up.

Faster and faster and faster. Harder and harder and harder.

His tongue is going at a rapid pace, sucking eagerly at your tender flesh and swollen clit. You feel your orgasm coming over you in short spasms before release hits you like a tidal wave. He’s still eating you like his last meal- oblivious to your screams of pleasure. He’s lost in his own.

As you cum beneath him, he refuses to let go of your thighs. Pushing you further and further into the bed. Selfish in everything he does, this is no exception. It’s almost dehumanizing now- you’re almost nothing but a meal to him to be savored.

He doesn’t stop until you struggle out of his hold, begging between sobs of pleasure and pain from the sheer overstimulation of it all. You have to damn near rip his hair out, pulling him back with a loud pop off your sopping wet cunt.

He pants as he finally looks up to you, noticing the tears in your eyes from the indulgence of it all. His tongue is still slack out his mouth, dripping with your juices and his spit. Those blue green eyes looking almost innocently up at you, like he didn’t just tongue fuck the life out of you.

You almost want to laugh- but the only sound that comes out is the rushed breathing and pants between the two of you. Your thighs are wet with your slick, and both of you are shuddering. You can tell he wants to apologize, for going to far, for the overstimulation. But nothing comes out of his mouth. You can see the bruising imprints of his hands into your thighs, and he lets go almost instantly.

A satisfying thought slips into your mind as his tongue darts to lick his lips.

You’ll do it all again tommorrow.

[pascals-doll]

kill kill 3

joel miller x reader

🫧 lovely gif by the @daydreamingmiller !

🫧 final part | ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧 PART 1 | PART 2

🫧 based of the song kill kill by lana del rey, written loosely around the lyrics

🫧 this is so long but i love it JOEL MILLER IS SO LANA WRITTEN

🫧 description: PORN W PLOT 💅🏽 smut smut smut mm smut! dom!joel, outbreak!joel, shower sex, brief size kink, its like rough sex but so loving, , slight religious mention (not really reader prays), no use of y/n, pet names like (darlin, doll, and princess), brief body worship (reader receiving), also fluffy, mentions of killing (a clicker interaction but its brief), mentions of guns and killing (joel kills clicker), reader is turned on by him holding his gun (also by blood splatter but no id say its more him😭)

One, two, make it fun

Don't trust anyone

One, two, make it fun

Don't trust anyone

🫧

Joel wasnt good with his words, he was better with actions. that is why with the position he has you in your own shower, with each praise, each touch, and each kiss was enough to get you soaked. more than the shower already was.

you were naked within seconds after the sentence left your mouth. he hoisted you up onto him and carried you both into the shower while making out like deprived animals. youre hands ran through his fluffy rough brown hair, slightly tugging as he bit your lip causing you to moan into him. you finally were both under the hot showerhead, feeling his cock grow harder underneath your ass making your stomach bubble in excitement.

both of your tongues colliding together, months of yearning being release. all the anger and sadness you had inside, like a clogged faucet you felt all your problems run through you and out.

Joel’s big rough hands being the only thing engulfing youre now wet body again, you didnt care your hair had just been damp from the shower you took this morning.

you could feel your bodies stick together even more “I aint goin no where, princess” Joel says, fixing his grip on your waist and hoisting you up a bit more since the water caused you slip a little. he aligned his thick tall cock with your pussy “I promise” he devoted himself before slamming himself inside your dripping pussy.

he turns you around so your back is pressed up against your shower-glass door “ah fuck!” you yelp out, the sensation of his cock stretching out your tense hole, god knew how long it had been since youve been touched like this. you couldnt help but indulge in your already cock-drunken thoughts and this shit just started.

your mouth was agape “mhm’ good girl, almost there” he praises, his cock overtaking your warm wet slick halfway before thrusting the rest of his cock into your pussy. you saw stars being overfilled to the brim, you swore his tip was hitting your pelvis if you looked down you wouldn’t be suprise to see the smallest bump reappearing and disappearing right below your stomach.

Joels thrusts started off slow easing you to his size “such a doll for me, pretty l’thang” he worships you, taking in how your tits are bouncing mushed up against his broad pecs “Joel! joel! joel! f-uckkk!-nngnh” you moan out loudly, squirming as you feel his cock reach every crevess and corner of the inside of your cunt. the feeling of himself being the only thing.

“lord have mercy-this fuckin pussy s’perfect…made fa’me” Joel mutters out the lewdest praises.

“needed ma’doll- needed your love” you swore you heard him whine out, hips slightly stuttering mid-fucking into you. Joel had been just as desperate and with the heated arguement you just had, pouring out how you really felt.

Joel felt so guilty, so busy doing everything for everyone else. he couldnt do this one thing for you, you just needed somebody, specifically you needed that somebody to him and his old ass finally comprehended it. the last thing joel wanted was to loose you, after doing everything hes done to protect you. he was going to make sure you were happy, the way you have been doing everyime he came back.

“Oh Joel! m’so close! im gon- cu-cum!” you couldnt even speak, you were babbling to be honest. your ears being engulfed by the sound of slapping from his balls slapping hard against you with the mixture of your juices and shower water. your nails continuing to claw at his back as you try your hardest not to slip out of his grasp with his deep thrusts.

“let it all out ma’girl, ma’good girl” he coos, kissing your neck all the way up to your lips as he pumps you and himself to orgasm.

you felt like pounds of weight had been released the second you came. Joel’s groans get uncontrollable as he approaches his release, unloading his warm cum. the feeling of it coating your walls, pumping softly into you before slipping out of you. youre mind was beyond hazy causing Joel to softly chuckle.

“gotta finish up our shower princess, dont’cha worry ill help you”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It was the next morning.

the feeling of him in your bed, the only man you dreamed of for so long being in your bed once again was finally here.

you felt whole again even with the world infected and feening for survival, you felt like everything was gonna be okay. you had hope and sometimes in this fucked up world, it is needed.

you had woken up before him but you didn’t mind if it meant you got to wake up to your brute softly snoring beside you, one hand extending to your pillow where it was entangled with your hair only minutes ago. youre mind for once felt peace, it was comforting yet eerie. you knew, you couldn’t get too comfortable.

the feeling made you sick slightly. you slowly ease out of the bed, careful to wake up Joel.

you brought out a soft pink cushion, planted it on the floor beside your bed. you proceeded to get on your knees ontop of the soft pink cushion.

you began to pray. you werent much of a religious person but you needed to believe in something. it was more of a meditation for you. you prayed for yourself. you prayed for Joel to be looked after no matter what along with Ellie, not wanting anything to happen to them. you prayed for anything you could think of, it was just something you needed to do.

you were so focused, you couldnt hear Joel slightly move and turn around “is everything okay doll?” he asks very groggily almost mumble like. you open your eyes “yes baby, i was just doing some praying.” you say softly, getting up and putting your cushion back onto ur bed before crawling back inside into his embrace.

“our first day of many, what ya wanna do?” joel asks, his hands completely taking over you as you lay in his embrace “lets cook breakfast? i have everything we would need, two month ago i went to town and traded money for plenty of food and seed packs” you explain with a soft grin “all you had to say was no hunting, doll” he smiled out, playing with your hair. you slap his chest softly chuckling.

after spending some more time indulging each other in bed, joel thought it would be best to get up before it gets too later into the day.

Joel offered to go out into the garden to pick the vegetables but he didn’t know where exactly you planted the vegetables, so you told him to just heat up the stove as you quickly went to pick out the vegetables.

you grabbed your sharp flip knife and made your way to your backdoor that led to your fairly sized yard. it was big or anything but you had space to grow a few crops, there was a small tree and a very worn down small shed.

as you made your way outside, you look around taking in the same old scenery but it felt different. the air you were breathing in even felt different.

you felt more alive.

you began to walk toward your vegtable crops which were only a couple steps away from your shed. as you got near, you see there was a hole in your fence. it wasnt big but definitely enough for something to crawl through.

you became more cautious, proceeding carefully and quietly. you began to cut each vegtable you needed. you felt yourself tense up for no reason, hearing a rustle behind you.

you snap your neck around, you put your basket down and crouching down a little lower and thats when you heard a loud click erupt.

‘oh fuck me’ you thought to yourself.

you began to tread lightly, becoming hyper aware as you crawl slowly and quietly to your barn. each slow and slight crawl, you could hear the clicker approach the gap in your fence.

it wouldnt crawl through as long as you didnt make a noise.

that was till you did, your foot accidentally snapped a branch in half.

you had no other choice but to book it and get into your shed before the clicker ran through that hole.

once you locked yourself in, you began to load the hunting rifle you kept in there until you heard a bang ring through outside.

you felt so much relief “princess! please tell me your okay!” Joel yells out worrisome “yes! im okay! everythings okay!” you reassure, putting the rifle away.

you unlocked the barn door and then beinf greeted by joels embrace. you both spoke in unison.

“there’s s a gap in my fence”

“there’s a gap in your fence”

you sigh deeply, yet the moment still being able to bring you a soft smile “it was not there 4 days ago, it mustve been done recently.” you explain to him, confused.

“lets get inside now and ill talk to Tommy about having the far-out land being checked out” Joel says, kissing your head and grabbing your basket of vegtables.

once you both were inside. Joel began to clean his gun, unloading the clip.

now it’s not completely appropriate to be gawking at him doing this but you couldnt help yourself.

you watched his big broad built arms handle the gun swiftly, like a baby and yet like it was nothing.

“like what ya see, pretty?” he teases you “hm…maybe” you tease back, eyeing him. there was slight blood splatter on his hands and a little on his thick coat over his long sleeve thermal.

even with blood splatter the man looked so fucking sexy. you could feel your panties sticking to your slick folds, like as if he knew what you were talking about. he began to walk closer, his gun in hand but lowered “if im wrong doll, go’head tell me” he says once hes closer to your body and face, he leans down. your face becoming inches away from his.

your breath hitched, the feeling of becoming smaller and smaller as his broad built always manages to over take all of you. he slyly reaches over next to you for his gun holster, putting his gun where it is supposed to be.

you cant help let out a helpless whimper at his tease “awe darlin’ is there somethin’ ya want?” Joel gets closer and closer, his gun out the way. you dont waste anytime in lip-locking with the man, you could say you almost jumped him.

both of your lips locking intensely, starved like as if he didn’t just stuff you full the night before.

“i think i’d rather fuck ma’ breakfast this mornin’, what’ya think doll?”

🫧

One, two, make it fun

Don't trust anyone

One, two, make it fun

Make it fun, make it fun

[dabislittlemouse]

Ok, so lately I've been listening to too much Peppers by Lana Del Rey and Tommy Genesis, so imagine that the chorus "hands on your knees Angelina Jolie" is playing in the background while reader and Dabi recreate the song, specifically that part, in such a way obscene and so aaa, If you don't mind, could you write something like this?

𝒫𝐸𝒫𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮

-Touya Todoroki x fem!reader ୨⍣୧

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ contains: SMUT- Minors do not interact, oral male receiving, praising, soft needy Touya loves dolling you up and ruining you 🦋

➳ A/N: I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH!!! I enjoyed writing this fic a lot, hopefully you like this. I decided to call him Touya in this fic.

➳ Song recommendation: Lana del Rey- Peppers

The faint smell of strawberry shampoo filled the room as you slowly walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your wet body. The chill air made you shiver for a bit as you sat down in front of the vanity mirror, looking at yourself. All fresh and clean, that long shower was really needed.

It was only you in the room, or better say, in Touya’s room, which had also become your room at this point. He let you move all of your stuff in his room, to the point he had to ask for another closet since you had so many clothes. It didn’t take long for Touya’s grimy room to turn full of life, your dainty clothes and accessories all over the place, on the table or chair. And he didn’t mind it one bit, having you in his room felt like a ray of sunshine, a smell of fresh air that filled his lungs and scent of nature. That’s how you were to him, he’d look at your enamored while you sat near the desk, doing your makeup and fixing your hair, looking like a dainty princess compared to his edgy dark looks. 

And today was the same, you sat there, carefully drying your hair with a towel and giving it some shape. You decided to go for wavy hair today, which was one of Touya’s favorite hairstyles on you. The vanilla scented candle sat on your desk, along with all your makeup brushes,lipstick and glitter. What you loved most was getting dolled up for your man, he’d always make you flustered with the way he’d be all over you, like a man who’d never seen a pretty woman before. Sometimes he’d also doll you up himself, fixing the ribbons on your hair, helping you wear your tights, choosing the perfect dress for you, putting the blue stoned necklace around your neck, the one he got for you as a constant reminder that you belong to him. 

The song playing in the background helped you concentrate even more on getting yourself ready. It was one of your favorite artists, Lana Del Rey, her music was an inspiration to you in all aspects, especially the way you dressed. You felt that melody and that lyrics deep in your core, as your love and dedication towards your beloved was beautifully described by those words knitted together to create such masterpiece of a song that you wanted to inject in your blood. Passion and love, utter addiction towards one another, that’s how your relationship was. He took care of you like no one ever did.

——

“You’re my little girl, aren’t you? My good, pretty girl.. all mine” Touya whispered in your ear one day as he was braiding your hair, his lithe fingers skillfully going through each lock of hair as usual. You nodded, blushing at his words, stomach doing a flip at his possessiveness and praise. You wore a frilly white dress, diamond earrings that he’d taken for you, your thigh highs with two cute ribbons on each. The same song was playing in the background, and it was making you feel some type of way, especially from the fact that he was braiding your hair. A coincidence? Maybe. But now you had the need to act just like the song. 

~Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair..~

Oh, you had the need to please him again. Putting your hands on his knees, as you go down on him, tasting him. 

Touya hadn’t finished doing your hair when you turned at him, your face flushed and your eyes all big and needy, it took him by surprise.

“Baby, I still didn’t finish your hair..” he said, staring at you with a confused look on his face.

“I know Tou.. I just..” you licked your lips, putting your hands gently on his knees, your nails pretty and manicured, Touya chose  a cherry red color for them, always the sinful image of your fingers wrapped around his cock in mind. 

“I kind of love this song..” you whispered, as Touya payed attention to the lyrics. The corners of his mouth twitched as a shadow of a smile lurked on his face, and he stared down at you for a second longer, taking in every minuscule detail he could perceive about you. You shifted closer to him, getting between his legs as your hands stroked his thighs, shyly looking at his bulge forming in front of you. 

“That’s a nice song sweetheart. You wanna recreate it don’t ya? Tell me..use your words” his hand found your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. His stare was hypnotizing, those azure eyes could get you drenched without him touching you at all. 

“Yes..” you swallowed nervously, as he chuckled and squished your blushing cheeks together on his large hand. 

“And why is that?” he teased, knowing your answer too well but he still wanted to hear you say it with your own words. 

“Because I.. I want to give you pleasure Touya..” you bit your lip, and Touya could swear he felt the urge to grab that pretty mouth of yours and stuff it with his aching cock. Your shy voice saying his name, the way you looked up at him through your lashes, the way you smelled, the way you looked so angelic but your mind was full of dark and sinful desires, he loved that he turned you like this. So needy for him, addicted to him, just the way he wanted you to be. 

He leaned to give you a kiss on the forehead, his hands gently going through your half braided hair before he backed away. 

“Go on then, princess. Show me how you please your man~” he cooed, watching your delicate hands unbuckling his belt slowly. Touya was already rock hard and that gave you a tingle between your legs, especially with the way he was watching your every move. Carefully you lowered his pants, taking him in your hands, his cock was glistening with precum already, angry red tip begging to be sucked and licked, your small hand wrapping around his shaft made Touya hiss between his teeth. You were being agonizingly slow and careful with him as if he was going to break, but he let you do your thing. He loved seeing various emotions going visibly on your face, embarrasment, nervousness, lust, desire..

“Open that pretty mouth..” he asked before you tried to go down on him, making you stop. His fingers found your lips, smearing your red lipstick before opening your mouth and his thumb playing with your tongue.

“There you go.. put that tongue into good use. Just as I taught you, okay little love?”

“Yes” you breathed out, sticking out your tongue and swirling it on his sticky tip first, tasting the pearly precum leaking out of him. You heard the man let out a groan, which encouraged you to continue further, licking his shaft while your other hand fondled his balls gently.

“Shit, baby... f-fuck!” Touya moaned as you finally took him all in your mouth, trying your best to not gag on his cock that was hitting the back of your throat. The music was playing on repeat as your head bobbed up and down his cock, using your tongue as well and making his head spin. His hands found your hair once again, looking at the half done braids.

“F-fuck doll.. M’not sure if I can braid that pretty hair of yours again..aahh fuck- if you continue sucking me off like that~” he groaned, hips bucking up and slamming in your mouth. You were totally drunk in his cock, like it was the last meal on this earth, slurping and moaning and trying to get as much from him as you could. His half lidded eyes stared down at you as you made eye contact with him, which had your sloppy cunt clench on nothing.

 He was in bliss, his face flushed as he gave you a lustful needy look. A hand pressed on top of your head, pushing you down on him.

“Mmhm yeah.. choke on it a little, there you go. You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, my angel~” Touya whispered, as you sat there unmoving, his cock deep in your throat. You choked on him, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, ruining the mascara, but his firm hand continued to keep you there until you started whimpering. He let you go and watched you with an amused look on his face as you coughed and whined.

“Don’t wipe those tears off baby, let me see ‘em..” he said, licking a singular tear on your cheek before gently tapping his cock on your face, smearing your lipstick and mascara on your dumb pretty face, full of tears and drool. You looked up at him pleadingly, letting him use your face and mouth however he wanted. He shoved his cock right back in, his hands caressing your hair as you continued taking him in your mouth like your life depended on it, licking up the sides with your tongue, trying to go deeper when he added a little more pressure to the back of your head.

“That’s it baby, just like that, you wanna make me cum? Yeah? Right in that throat of yours.. fuck, you want it baby? Nnghh fuck-” he spoke as his breathing got heavier, eyes rolled at the back of his skull in pleasure while you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth. 

You moaned in response, letting him know just how eager you were to have your mouth full of his cum. With a few more thrusts of his hips  he came hard in your mouth, a low guttural groan left his throat as you gagged and choked on his seed, trying your best to not let a single drop go to waste.

“Fuck- good fucking girl. Take it, ahh- take it all, oh shit-” he moaned out, eyes crossed in pleasure as he struggled to even move. And you did, you took it all, he grabbed your chin to look at your mouth full of his cum.

“Swallow for me...”

And you swallowed, just as he taught you and Touya hummed in amusement before bringing you closer for a deep passionate kiss, feeling the taste of him in your mouth which drove him crazy. 

“You look even prettier like this dollface..” he smirked, looking at the ruined makeup on your face and your hair now a mess. He then focused his gaze on your frilly dress and clicked his tongue.

“I’d feel bad to ruin that lovely dress of yours.. so I’ll just have you ride me on it, that okay with you princess?” he said, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to sit on his warm lap.

“Yes Touya..” you mumbled shyly before he took you down to the bed with him, hands gripping at the plush of your soft thighs as he ravaged your neck and chest like a feral animal.

—-

As you got yourself all nice and pretty, butterflies formed at your stomach at the memories of that one day. Mostly for the fact that Touya will do it all over again once he comes back, beautifully ruin your makeup and hair. Now the dress you wore was a pretty blue one, his favorite color, while you waited in anticipation for your man’s arrival, more than excited to have him see how pretty you got yourself for him today. 

Taglist: @jjbarks @simpforthemall @syrenkitsune @mossy-opal @mostlyheinous @holydayaria @keiskake @dabislittlesluttyprincess @awalkingshame @malewifetouya @drownedbytears @cherryflavoredkissess @melancholy-nightmares @touyatodorokislut @sukunas-bitxh @arinexeisnotworking @ravenrobin152527 @0graceundead0 @lynsrosegarden

[thecookiebratz]

"Oh Fuck~"

Tw: Kinda mean!Nanami , dacryphilia, hitting of the ass (once), pretty vulgar, squirting, voyerisim (being watched), a very small amount of masturbation, choking, kinda desperate reader, Black reader in mind with a chubby-ish body 747 words

What to listen to- "Stargirl Interlube" by The Weekend and Lana Del Rey

Song sponsored by @kazushawty bc I was reader her fic right before posting and we love a stargirl and when you need The Weekend go to her <3

Beta Reader: @strawberry--brat, legit the best person on here

Dividers by @benkeibear

Nanami kept his camera off as he was in a zoom call with his law firm coworkers. He didn’t want anyone to see how his beautiful baby girl was grinding her hips on him in her pretty pink outfit. His mic was still on, though. So not a sound could come out of your plump, glossy lips. Kento said he would reward you if you kept quiet and punish you if you didn’t.

He brought his hand to your clit and made perfect circles on it with his middle and ring finger. “Ah yes. We still have the Trafalgar D. Water Law v Silvers Rayleigh case to deal with” (Yes I know this is a jjk fit not a one piece fic but I also simp for these 2 men). You bring your hand to cover your mouth as you rolled your hips against his hand.

Little squeaks started coming out of your mouth and slipping through your fingers. Kento pulled your hair back so his mouth was at your ear and he simply whispered, “Be quiet before I turn the camera on and fuck you in front of everyone”

And with that phrase, you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you wanted them to see. You moan out “Please let them watch.

Kento smirks and pushes his chair back, so you both are standing up, turns on his camera, and interrupted one of his coworkers. “Excuse me, guys. My princess here wants to put on a show. Don’t you?

You nod your head, which brings a slap to your ass.” Use your words".

You whine before saying “Please watch me get punished”

Nanami pulls out his hard member, spits on it and starts to sink into your wet cunt as he rolls up your skirt. You look right into the camera and moan out loud. “Be polite and greet everyone in the meeting,” he says as he pulls out to the tip and slams back into you and starts going at an insanely fast pace.

You can’t stop moaning but try to push through as you read everyone’s titles “H-Hello Mr. Fushiguro. Hello M-Mr. Geto. How are you, Mr. T-Todo? Hi Mr. I-I-Itadori” They all smile at you and you can tell Mr. Fushiguro is playing with himself.

“Fuck Kento. You might have to share that cute girl. I want some” and a flood of “Me too”’s can be heard from the rest of the men. “Oh, yeah?” Nanami chokes you and pulls you back so now your back is on his chest, never slowing down his pace. “You want all those men to use you?”

You look at the computer that’s on the table and shake her head no. Kento’s hand squeezes your neck tighter and whispers “Talk”

“No, I don’t want anyone but Daddy” He lets your neck go and now your face is right in front of the camera again

“Did you hear her Toji? No one but me”. Nanami buries himself to the base and just grind his hips. You hear Toji mutter a “Oh fuck off”.

You're now loud with tears running down your face. “Please let me cum Daddy” a wicked smile grew on Nanami’s face.

“Ask your audience baby”

“Please, sirs can I cum?” you looked at everyone on the screen and they all said “No” which had you whining more.

10 minutes later you were still begging, but it was more like babbles “I needa. Please. Oh, my please” but almost none of it could be heard because of the sound being produced by Nanami slamming his skin on yours.

“You should let her cum now,” says Todo. Nanami sits back down in the chair, holds the back of your knees up and starts fucking up into you. “Go on, show them the mess you can make. Cum for me princess”

And you do just that. It feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulder and you squirt for all 5 men, letting out the slightest moan/cry.

Nanami keeps fucking into you until he’s close. “Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth.”. It’s like you can’t disobey him. He pumps his member a little more and releases in your mouth. “Let them see you swallow my cum”

You put your face in front of the camera with your tongue out and you swallow all that was given to you. T

“Thank you Daddy. And thank you for watching”

“I need me, a girl like her”

-🍪

[hangeslefteye]

Getting held by the armored titan

A short drabble where Reiner holds the annoying reader <3

***

''Reiner!''you yelled and ran to the corner of the roof you were standing.

For a couple of days now you were insisting him to hold you in his titan form.You knew how he felt about his titan so you thought this could help him to see his titan something other than just a death machine.Yet he refused you countless of times before he gave up and agreed.

You looked at the brute before your eyes.You had to admit how scary it looked with his armored muscles and shining golden eyes but knowing who was in the control of this giant only brought peace to you.

Armored titan walked close to the house you were standing on the roof of.He brought his palms together and looked at it for a moment as if he hesistated to lay it to you.

''Reiner bring your hands closer!''you yelled again.His titan didn't have the ability to speak so he nodded before he did as he was told.He brought his two huge hands to your reach.You didn't lose time to climb onto it.İt was suprising how tough it's exterior was yet inside of it was squishy like pillows.

You sat on his huge hands comfortably.He looked at you in his palms for a moment before he pulled his hands off roof and closer to his face.

''Aaaah Rei you are comfortable, you know baby?'' you said shamelessly and threw yourself completely onto your back to lay with your hands behind your head.His face was so close to yours so you couldn't resist the urge to pet his nose lovingly.

''Your titan is almost as handsome as you too!''you said playfully as you kept petting him.You were eager to tease him today since he couldn't speak.

As a sign of your victory, he unclenched his jaw to relase some built up steam.''Why are you getting hot for?''you said and laughed whole heartedly.But then the armored titan opened his mouth completely and brought you close to his mouth.''Oi oi oi,Reiner no,you can't eat me!''you screamed and got up to get out of his grasp.

Then you saw his huge wet tongue as it came to your direction.And he licked you.

He dragged his tongue all over your hair to your upper body.Unable to understand the situation you gave a high pitched ''EWW'' but that seemed to amuse the giant and he made a deep grunting sound.You understood this is how titans laughed.You tapped his armored mouth to say ''Reiner you are disgusting'' but he made an another grunting sound which made his golden eyes shine.

Despite the titan saliva on your hair you sighed happily.You were ready to do anything to see him having fun and being light hearted like this.

***

I go to asylum when?? xD Also I can make a taglist for those who want.I got one (1) person for now :D @roseofdarknessblog

I think I'll do it for other shifters too stay in tune if you liked <3 (Porco and Pieck inc)

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

Grayson at Coachella 🙏🙏or an amusement park pls

grayson at coachella/an amusement park

of course<3. this post will be shorter than my others bc i'm much more limited. i also hope this is what you wanted/were asking for (i'm not feeling very well right now so might not be my best work). no proof read, as always, so i apologize for any spelling mistakes. hope you like them though <3.

coachella:

i see this going two ways. either someone (like gigi or smth) would get him to wear smth really scandalous to coachella or he'd wear plain suits (or suits with patterns or gems on them)

he'd dance a little to the music (like sway his hips). jameson would film him and use it as blackmail material.

he'd actually have quite a lot of fun meeting fans. he'd sign their shirts/hats and take pictures with them.

he'd be reluctant to go at first until avery or nash or smth convinced him to go.

if he just wore a suit, gigi would totally make him wear smth a little out of his comfort zone to compensate for it (like she'd make him wear jewelry or wear bedazzled suits)

he'd film every single performance

he'd be very meticulous when getting ready. his hair, outfit, and shoes had to be absolutely perfect.

he'd wear very subtle makeup (because of gigi). he'd have some eyeliner and gemstones on his eyelids or smth like that

his favorite set would be lana del rey's set.

this one is less of a grayson hc and more of a gigi and grayson hc but he'd end up having to carry her home after the show/would be the one driving everyone home bc they would have all ended up somewhat drunk.

amusement park:

he's actually very afraid of the scary rides (only goes on them bc of gigi) and screams while on them

his first time at an amusement park, he tried cotton candy and other sweet treats and realized he had a sweet tooth

he'd pretend to hate the rides but he actually loves them

would plan out his entire day in his notes app or smth, but gigi would convince him to just have fun and go with the flow

he really enjoys bumper cars (he competes with jamie) and thinks ferris wheels are really nice and relaxing cause it allows him to admire the view and take pics

idk what this one is called but jameson would force him to go on the ride where you drop really quickly from very high (idk if this makes sense). grayson vomited afterwards bc he got so fucking scared

he loves winning prizes for his siblings and avery at those stands

he actually really enjoys the slow river rides (or whatever they're called). he hates getting wet though so that kind of ruins the experience if he does get wet.

he'd go on the teacup rides with his daughters

he absolutely despises the rides where you end up upside down. he grips the seat so hard he almost breaks his own hands (if that's even possible. it's probably not)

his first time there, he'd try to just sit down and not go on any of the rides until jamie and gigi almost killed him over it.

he'd make sure the rollercoasters looked stable and secure before actually going on them (or letting anyone else go on them)

he's sort of a germaphobe and would have an obsession with washing his hands to make sure he didn't get sick.

he'd end up soaking wet after the waterslides and would consider murdering gigi for forcing him to go on it but decided against it cause he loves her too much. fans ate it up when pictures came out bc you could see his abs.

[luvsellie]

LITTLE RED DRESS [e. williams]

summary after initially surprising your girlfriend on tour, she decides some things can't wait until after her show

warnings smut, fingering (f! recieving), thigh riding, lowkey brat taming (not really), there's no after-care!!

wc 2.4k

note this woman consumes my thoughts to a point that is no longer mentally healthy. also, listen to cherry by lana del rey !

part 1

by the time your girlfriend and her bandmates had finished their dress rehearsal, you had changed out of your jeans and t-shirt.

��is that the dress i bought you?�� ellie asked, watching closely as you climbed the steps to the stage. upon your arrival, she shoved her guitar behind her and walked toward you with a look of interest.

smiling, you let her drink in the article of clothing she had sent to you two months prior, your fingers brushing against the skirt of the little red dress.

“you look good,” she said a little quieter, her eyes lingering on your spilling cleavage and the lacy white thigh-high socks that dug into your supple skin. “really good.”

used to her flattery, you grabbed her hand earnestly and gave it a squeeze. “only for you, babe.”

ellie looked like she wanted to say more, but she could only clamp her mouth shut when jesse said your name, grinning from ear to ear as he half-walked half-jogged up to you. he didn’t take a second to greet you with words. instead, he pulled you in for a hug.

your fingers slipped from ellie’s as you wrapped your arms around the black-haired man, slightly taken back by his upfront attitude. “hey, jesse, long time no see, yeah?”

“yeah,” jesse agreed, pulling away so he could properly see you. “it’s been lonely without our number one fan here, hasn’t it, dina?”

“oh, definitely,” dina nodded from her stool at the drums, her signature ponytail swishing behind her. “it sucks not having a person to spark ellie’s creativity when she only has a couple of hours to finish writing a song she’s been putting off. it is absolutely tragic, i say.”

you huffed out a laugh as you looked at your girlfriend. she leaned against a wooden crate and crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head at dina’s poke with an eye roll. “until you guys are the ones doing all the writing, i don’t want to hear shit. life’s boring around here, okay?”

jesse’s nose scrunched. “you think we’re boring? ouch, man.”

wetting her lips, ellie gave her bandmate a sharp look. ���only when i’m with my girlfriend, ‘cause she is way more entertaining to be around.”

“you mean way more entertaining because you get to do her,” dina quipped, earning a frown from jesse and a blank stare from you.

ellie continued to slouch against the wooden box, her face unreadable.

“you’re not even going to argue with her?” jesse asked with raised brows, his hands resting on his hips as he looked from dina to ellie. he even side-eyed your dumbfounded figure a few feet away.

she puffed out the start of a chuckle as she shrugged. “i mean, she’s not wrong, so why would i try and deny it?”

you rubbed at your forehead as you groaned. “ellie, for the love of god…”

an amused smirk was shot your way, moss green eyes glinting with teasing delight. something about the way she looked at you was irking. ellie was never this outright. or an enjoyer of attention, for that matter. this was new, and there was no denying that even given the circumstances of the current conversation, you were enjoying it.

“what?” ellie started, pushing off the crate with ease. “don’t pretend that you-”

“i am not going to let you finish that sentence,” you interrupted with a raised hand, blinking a few times as you glanced at dina and jesse. your face was starting to grow hot, and the way dina tried—and failed—to hide her snicker set your embarrassment to well over a hundred percent.

pressing your lips into a thin line, you cleared your throat. “if you guys are finished talking about ellie doing me, then i suggest running a few songs some more. i could hear y’all as i walked over…was not the best.”

ellie’s eyebrows jumped to her hairline. something about her expression told you that she knew you were just trying to change the subject. “really? i thought we sounded fine.”

“better than fine, actually,” jesse jumped in, which prompted dina to nod.

you sighed heavily, waving them off and making your way to the edge of the stage. “suit yourselves then. give your fans a shitty experience, i don’t care.” 

when you heard footsteps chase after you, there was no more hiding the shit-eating grin you were trying to conceal. ellie’s gait was too recognizable.

as you trotted down the set of stairs in a few quick motions, ellie jumped down from the stage, reaching out to grab your wrist. “hey. where are you going?”

her voice was curious yet demanding.

“back to the dressing room. thought i’d let you guys continue to focus on your music,” you said sweetly, watching ellie’s face contort from concern to recognition.

she hummed in acknowledgment before releasing her loose grip on you. “i’ll come with.” turning to jesse and dina’s confused persons, she gave them—and you—no time to argue as she wrapped an arm around your waist and said to them, “keep rehearsing, i’ll be back in a few.”

you let her guide you to a back hallway with no objection before you finally spoke up. “you’re unbelievable sometimes.”

“how so?” she asked with no real interest, though the hand on your hip pressed you closer to her side as she studied the surrounding corridor.

“well, for starters,” you said tightly, “you just, oh, i don’t know, talk about how fun it is to bone me in front of jesse and dina like it’s not fucking embarrassing.” you were staring at her now, growing irritated with how her eyes were on everything but you. “secondly, i can never tell when you’re going to- okay, what the hell is so much more interesting than this conversation right now?” 

your abrupt question finally moved her line of sight your way, and ellie said without any hesitation, “i’m looking for a room to fuck you in.”

oh, you thought, heart leaping to your throat. swallowing the sudden thickness, you watched as her eyebrows flicked upwards, and it was then that you realized you might’ve not just thought up the word.

“oh,” she mocked, the same cocky smile from earlier making a return. taking your silence for compliance, the hand on your back continued to guide you forward, steering you toward the women’s bathroom just up ahead.

trying to calm the sudden flutter of nerves building in the pit of your stomach, you let out a shaky breath and pushed past the swinging door. you heard ellie flip the lock.

“ya know,” she said as you turned around, “i’ve wanted to fuck you the moment i saw you standing in my dressing room.”

her confession sent your cheeks aflame, and you suddenly found it hard to look her in the eye. leaning against the marble of one of the sinks, you crossed your arms, trying and failing to show that her words meant nothing. that there was no effect when she was so upfront with you. but she knew the facade was a lie and had always liked the fight of getting you to admit how much her choice of words drove you to insanity. even if it wasn’t necessarily with words.

she was silent as she approached you, nothing but confidence in her long strides. you watched eagerly as she licked her pink lips. her hands landed on either side of you, trapping you against the cold counter.

“kiss me,” you told her quietly, eyes glued to her mouth. “kiss me until i am sick of it.”

ellie let out a huff, smiling at you before moving her right hand to your back and pushing your body against hers, relishing the sound you made when her lips met yours.

cupping her face, you kissed her feverishly, squirming under her touch when her thigh slotted between your legs. “ellie…” you whimpered into her mouth, grinding down on the muscle she had offered you.

“fuck,” she muttered, pulling away just enough to watch you desperately hump her leg. she grew frustrated as she noticed the skirt of your dress hiding what she wanted to see most. so, with you still chasing for some sort of friction, she slid her hands along your thighs, up until she could feel the cotton of your panties, and pushed away the fabric, pinning the ruffles to your stomach with a hand. 

clinging to the auburn-haired woman, you panted as the texture of her jeans grew even more euphoric with time. the way your clit brushed deliciously against her thigh with every move sent chills sprawling over your heated skin. but it still wasn’t enough. you wanted to feel ellie, specifically those long, calloused fingers of hers.

“ellie…” you repeated hazily, using a hand to force her eyes up to yours. “...touch me. please.”

fortunately, you didn’t have to tell her twice.

letting out a soft grunt, she lowered her thigh, earning a protesting grumble from you. “sh, sh, sh,” she hushed, gently turning you around to face the large bathroom mirror. “i got you.”

you gripped the hand that had found its way to your breast, wriggling against her chest. that same hand snaked to your chin, forearm still pushed up against your tits, steadying your movements. she made you meet her half-lidded stare through the mirror as she said, “look at you, all desperate and squirming…and i haven’t even properly touched you yet.”

“then hurry up and fuck me,” you snapped at her, pushing your ass against her front for emphasis. “or are you just gonna stand here and- oh!”

ellie grinned as the cusp of her palm grazed your clit, the hand not pinning you to her stuffed down your sodden panties. her amusement morphed into fake worry, her lips tugged down in a pitiful frown as she looked at you. her fingers ran from your entrance to your clit, your slick wetting her fingers. “what’s wrong?” she asked mockingly. “i thought this was what you wanted.”

“i said,” you hissed out, hands fisted into your bunched-up dress, “to hurry up and fuck me, not be a tease.”

dropping her taunting demeanor, she roughly twisted your face toward her, forcing you to look at her. “stop being a brat.”

you let out a shaky gasp as she thrusted two fingers into you, her thumb toying with your clit. she wasted no time easing you open, simply prying into your pussy with force.

eyes rolling toward the ceiling, you managed a whine, her name falling from your lips like a mantra. the way the pads of her fingers dragged against your walls, the tips brushing your g-spot with every drive up, nearly sent you to tears.

noticing the way your lids were slowly starting to close from pleasure, ellie moved your chin in the direction of the mirror again. “open up your eyes, sweetheart. look at me.”

you groaned in protest, but did as she commanded.

“if i see you close your eyes or look away, you’re not cumming. got it?” she said, earning a slight nod from your already fucked-out figure. “use your words, pretty girl.”

shuddering at the praise, and the way her fingers relentlessly continued to pump in and out, you found yourself struggling to muster up any words. after a few seconds of you just staring hopelessly at ellie through the mirror, her fingers stopped inside you. and just as she was about to remove them, you grabbed her wrist, babbling out, “yes, yes i understand…jus’ don’t stop. please.”

the corners of ellie’s mouth quirked upwards, her dilated pupils narrowing in on your face. “atta girl,” she cooed, her fingers continuing their languid motions in your cunt.

“‘m gonna cum,” you panted, watching her reflection. she peppered the side of your neck with kisses, only humming in response.

“ellie…” you tried again, “i’m gonna cum.”

“i know,” she said, smiling against your now-bruising skin. she loved how easy it was to make you finish.

the hand on your chin loosened its grip before sliding down and pushing past the hem of your dress. ellie had started on another hickey when she rolled one of your hardened nipples between her thumb and forefinger. she huffed out a laugh at the sound of you moaning breathlessly.

your hips had started moving on their own accord, too wrapped up in the pleasure ellie force-fed you, and your mind was so deep into cloud 9 that you barely heard when dina started calling for your girlfriend on the other side of the door. 

ellie sighed heavily, though the pace at which her fingers moved didn’t stop their pace. in fact, you could’ve sworn they sped up.

“god dammit, dina” she cursed quietly, frustration evident in her voice. as she spoke, she added a third finger into your cunt, causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. the hand playing with your tits pressed itself over your mouth. “don’t make a fucking sound,” she grounded out.

breathing heavily against her palm, your thrusts into her hand grew sloppy. you were close and ellie was well aware.

ignoring the calls from dina, she stared at you in the mirror, eyes lowering to where her fingers scissored inside of you. “come on, baby, you’re almost there.”

you gripped both of her wrists earnestly, ass pushing back against her pelvis with every jerking move. when she tweaked your right nipple a certain way, dina’s voice no longer present, you felt your hips sputter as you came on her fingers.

whining into her hand, ellie slowed her pace but didn’t stop right then, helping you ride out your high. “just like that. good girl,” she said quietly, watching you carefully. when your breath started to grow even again, she peeled her hand from your mouth and removed her fingers from your pussy. stepping back, she said, “take your panties off.”

she brought her cum-covered fingers to her lips as she observed you, sucking your wetness from her skin.

swallowing hard, you did as she said, shimmying your underwear down your shaking legs, over your thigh-high socks, and stepping out of them. you handed them to her hesitantly.

ellie wiped her hand on the bottom part of her shirt before taking them from you. “thank you,” she chirped, stuffing them into the back pocket of her jeans. she placed a hand on your hip, fixing a few strands of your hair with the other.

as you looked at her, lips red and eye makeup smudged, she smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “let’s go see what dina wants, shall we?”

[kiriwiwii]

hihi hello!! i just found ur blog and i really enjoy your writing <3 can i request kaoru and rei with an s/o who's scared of thunder and lightning? tysm!! pls take your time and have a good day/night ^^

a/n: im sorry this took so long🥲 i literally started this the next day you sent the request but i got sick and i was so busy all week i couldn't finish it. this is kind of a scenerio?? but also headcanons? idk but i hope you enjoy it 😭❤️

|| Kaoru and Rei With a S/O Who's Scared of Thunder ⋆ ★

► Rei Sakuma

now, imagine: you're in rei's house, in a dark gothic room. it's filled with big bookshelves, and ornate chandeliers are hanging from the high ceiling. you're sitting on the dark-coloured couch, trying to warm yourself in front of the large fireplace with a cozy fire crackling in the hearth.

as you're sitting there alone, waiting for your claimed-to-be-a-vampire boyfriend to come and bring you a cup of coffee, you see a lightning strike through the window, followed by a big loud thunder.

a little scream comes out of your mouth, while the rain starts to pour heavily. you call out rei's name, but can't hear his answer because of the storm that just started.

you try to comfort yourself by wrapping your body with a blanket, but as the thunder gets louder and the rain gets heavier, the lights in the room start flickering.

with the fear surrounding your body, you feel a hand reaching to your shoulder, just about to touch you.

right before you let out yet another scream, you turn your face around just to see your dear boyfriend, smiling at you.

"oh my dear, are you afraid? sorry to keep you waiting, but i am here now. there is nothing to be scared of."

seeing rei's face already gives you comfort. he slowly sits near you, wrapping his arms around your body. you put your head on his chest, letting him gently stroke your head.

feeling his touch gives you a sense of warmth and protection. rei feels so safe to be around. you feel like the storm outside can't reach you, can't hurt you.

whenever a situation like this happens, rei usually prefers cuddling with you until the storm ends. while he hugs you tightly, he likes to chat. perhaps about your fear, so he can help you overcome it but if his beloved one doesn't want to talk about it, then that's fine. he still finds a way to make you feel comfortable.

no matter what he talks about or what he says, hearing his beautiful, soothing voice is enough for your fears to vanish away.

► Kaoru Hakaze

this time, you are both going on a walk outside, having a date. kaoru kindly holds your hand and listens to you telling him all about your day. the way he looks at you... the warmth of his gaze is enough to see how much he is in love with you.

in fact, he is so in love that he didn't even see the dark clouds coming your way in the sky.

while you guys keep walking, you feel your hair getting wet. you look at kaoru, he looks at you.

and you hear a big loud thunder.

you frightenedly jump at kaoru, hugging him so tightly that he doesn't know if he got scared because of the thunder or you.

he quickly takes off his jacket, holding it up above your head so the rain won't affect you. you both run to the nearest indoor area and start waiting for the thunderstorm to cease.

while kaoru apologises countless times for his mistake, -not checking the weather before taking you out on a date- you look at him, very disappointedly, and start to walk away. leaving him just standing there 🧍

and thaaaaaat's what kaoru was afraid you would do, but of course you didn't ^^

whenever you both run into a storm, kaoru knows you're afraid so he tries to distract you in the best way possible. he takes out his headphones so maybe you can calm down listening to music. or he sings to you, a calming melody or a song you enjoy. anything to make you feel okay.

he holds you close, giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. "don't worry" he says, "i am here with you."

kaoru is a loving, affectionate boyfriend. he wants you to feel safe with him, he wants you to know that you're loved and he won't ever leave your side.

[444rockstargf]

Maybe a bit of toxic Jack tharlow? Cheating on his wife on his trip, moaning things like, “never felt something so good,” “where were you before I tied the knot?” Mwah mwah mwah :3

i know the perfect lana song for this omg.

"i know your wife and she wouldn't mind." | jack thurlow

cola. - lana del rey

female!reader x toxic!jack

contents: cheating, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, blood, creampie

please read: i dont support cheating at all. this is just a story :)) also thank you all for being so patient with me for all the requests. they are all currently in progress.

he carried you into his room, locking the door as the two of you aggressively made out. you had met hit at the club that night, and you felt an immediate connection. he noticed when you saw his wedding ring, but stuff like that never stopped you from having fun.

so here you were now, being thrown onto his bed and watching as he quickly removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. he climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply. his hands travelled down your tight little dress, stopping right at your thigh. his fingers pried underneath the fabric and he started rubbing your wet little pussy through your lacy panties.

you gasped, him rushing through this process quite quickly. he slipped your panties to the side, getting full access to your pussy. he rubbed the entrance a little before slipping in two fingers. he pulled away from the kiss as his fingers pumped in and out of you. "so tight around my fingers... i can't wait to feel you around my cock." you moaned softly as his fingers started stretching you out.

you could hear how wet you were, making a mess all over his fingers. he curled them slightly inside of you, making you lose your mind. jack chuckled as he saw you falling apart, wanting to destroy you tonight. he pulled out of you, looking at his fingers that were covered in your liquids.

he pulled himself up a little, freeing his cock and lining himself up with your entrance. he pushed himself into your tight, wet cunt, pounding into you until you were screaming and begging for more. jack groaned as he filled you up. "you feel so good... my wife never lets me do this..." you wrapped your legs around him as he started hitting that sensitive spot inside of you.

he started kissing you again as you ran your hands through his long hair. he pulled away and pinned your hands over your head. seeing you in this helpless position made his body heat up even more. his thrusts got slower but deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. "where have you been all my life, huh?" he said, breathlessly.

he brought his other hand down to your thigh, squeezing it roughly and drawing some blood. you whimpered slightly, but you liked the sensation. your cunt tightened around his cock, and you found your body trembling slightly as jack abused that spot in you.

"fuck... so close... cum with me?" he said in between groans. you nodded your head, feeling blood rushing through your entire body. you felt jack's cock throbbing inside of you, and that set off your orgasm. you came all over his dick, and he was filling you up at the same time. he fucked you through your high, making your back arch as you came once more.

he pulled out, panting. "you... are incredible..." he laid down beside you as you caught your breath. you smiled and rested your head on his chest. then a thought came to your head. "what about your wife? don't you think she'll be pretty heated about this?" jack chuckled and shook his head. "don't worry about that, doll. she doesn't have to know about us. she'll never find out." and she never did.

author's note: gonna post the rest of the requests pretty soon. they're are like 6 or 7 of them so thanks for being patient with me yall :))

[echantedtoon]

What If: Akaza Edition

DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The 'What If' chapters are not cannon. Every other chapter that isn't labeled a 'what if' chapter is. These 'What If' characters are also probably going to be pretty short. Sorry if this is so short. Working on some things while trying to write the next chapter of Monster Bride and irl things. Thanks to everyone for understanding and the patience you've all given me for these Demon Slayer Works.

If you can guess the references of the triplets names you get a cookie. 

The sounds of the day's rain went by dripping down the  roof and flowing down into the soft earth.  Slow footsteps approached the front door of the simple home wet and stained with mud by the outside of the home. Without alerting anyone inside, the figure slunk inside the sliding door making a soft click behind them. There they stood for the longest time before shaking much like a dog the cold droplets expelling from his body and scattering them about the house before the man stood there. Silence creeping in before a hissing breath was sucked in through hissing fangs, his powerful lungs expanding for the task at hand-

"I'M HOME!"

The loud voice bounced off the walls and echoed throughout the home in waves carrying the voice all throughout the home until it faded away. There was silence for a long moment until little squeals and a fast approaching small pair of footsteps rapidly approaching from the left. His blue ear twitched and he turned to the right as a white blue came peeling around the corner. Bright smile on his face and rapid running towards him.

"FATHER, FATHER, FATHER, FATHER!!," the younger form chanted excitedly arms up in the air.

He kneeled down with a gigantic smile, arms out, and easily caught the white haired boy as soon as he was close enough. Standing rapidly he threw him up in the air as proud as a father like him could be. The younger form erupted in laughter at the affection given to him. 

"There you are! I was thinking you had forgotten all about me! Oh you've grown so much since I last held you in my arms!" His smile softened the more he stared at the smiling child. "Are you sure you're the real Rui?"

"It's me, Father!," Rui cheered smiling widely enough to Expose his teeny but sharp fangs. "I've been training hard everyday!"

He couldn't help but smile fondly at the child before maneuvering Rui to be held on a hip before walking his way up a hall. "Is your mother in the kitchen?"

Of course he already knew the answer to that. From even before he stepped inside he could smell the faint smells of roasting fish along with strong spices and other vegetables. Judging by the shuffling noises and the tiny trolls and cries, his oldest wasn't the only one who was awake. But of course the boy nodded happily at him.

"Yeah! You're just in time for dinner, Father. Mother's making roasted fish." He then proudly puffed out his chest and pointed at himself. "I caught it myself in the lake this morning! It was this big!" He chuckled as the child stretched his arms out as wide as they could go.

"Oh wow. That big huh? Then we'll be eating good tonight. I'm so proud of you for providing so well for us." His oldest awed as he offered soft praise. He was proud. His boy was growing stronger, and stronger every day. He'll be a good man once he was all grown up. "I can't wait to see the beautiful dinner you caught us."

"I can show you how I caught it!," Rui immediately offered excitedly grabbing his shoulder. "And then we can go hunting and fishing together!"

"Deal! I have the next two weeks free from Mistress Rei, so we'll go hunting everyday if  that's what you want-"

"YES!!" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before Rui was happily beaming at him. "Yes! I'd like that a lot! And I can show you how strong I became and how smart I got! And you can read all my new books and-"

"Whoa. Slow down there l, Son." He smiled at the excitement of his oldest approaching the doorway now leading to the small kitchen. "I love you and I'll love spending time with you but I need to spend time with your sisters and brother too. And your mother. Ok?"

The boy pouted but nodded. "Oh alright. But we're going hunting together!"

There was another chuckle as the child was slipped from his hip and safety put on the floor just as they reached the doorway and already a figure had their hands on their hips and looking at them. "But first things fi-"

He was cut off by a small group of squeaky coos and squeals from the left of the kitchen caught his attention. The squeals reacting to the sounds of his voice. He paused looking at the woman who rose a brow at him in a 'really' look and he chuckled as the squeaky voices calmed down upon not hearing him anymore. 

"Oh my. I wonder WHO THAT could be?" His smile grew with each excited squeal from the left of the kitchen. Faking a curious hum he tapped his chin and waited for the new coos to die down. "I wonder if it's my babies. Where's the babies?" With a smile he quickly lean forward finally showing himself and smiling. The loudest little excited shrills came out. "*GASP* There you are!"

The warmth the kitchen provided gave the perfect safe feeling to set up the play pen. A few toys were seen stationed within a long with three tiny handmade futons. A perfect little safe haven for a child to rest under the watchful eye of their mother and father. But it wasn't the toys or beds that drew his attention. It was the bobbing motions of three pink haired babbling squealing infants. All three pairs of purple eyes locked onto him as soon as he made his presence known. The first to squeal loudly was the boy followed by his sisters. The trio of tots squealed out and babbled and waved their teeny hands about as their father stepped in ignoring the woman giving him a deadpanned look, he went straight for them with open arms. Sliding to his knees and easily reaching inside to them. His hard calloused hands were soft and gentle as they caressed his little ones. 

His little ones. His beautiful children. His family. His boys will grow up being the strongest. His daughters the most beautiful. He could feel it so as they happily filled in the spaces in his empty arms. One by one. Bring held against the warmth of their father's calming body. 

"Keizo. Amaryllis... Koyuki." Each squealed babbling about in reaction to their names before he just nuzzled into them. He couldn't help it. They were so precious to him. "We're you good for mommy while I was gone?" Keizo squealed being the closest enough to touch his nose. "Did you get to sleep today?"

"They were asleep until you woke them up with your yelling." A lady's voice behind him made him turn to look at the woman before she sighed. "I JUST got  them to sleep, Akaza. It took me HOURS with the thunder and lightning scaring them. And..and ..Why are you wet?"

He chuckled again and stood still holding the three cooing infants and having Rui holding onto his pants leg also seeking attention. He smiled widely at her. "Sweetheart. Honey, Im sorry." He loved how beautiful she looked when pouting like that. It was cute. Although he'd never disrespect her by saying so. "I was so excited to see you all that I forgot it was raining outside."

"You tracked water into my house." She pointed out the water trail at his feet. 

"I'll go dry off immediately and clean it up." Little babbles made his attention go back to the four young children. "Well... Maybe not immediately-"

"Oh no you don't." She immediately stepped forward to reach out and grab Amaryllis from his arms. The chubby girl cooing in curiosity as she was picked up and settled in her mother's arms instead. "You're gonna get them wet and you'll give yourself a cold. I don't need to worry about a sick husband and three infants."

He chuckled at her as she plucked them all one by one from him and sat them back down in the play pen much to their babbling protests. He didn't fight it. She was right as usual. He should go dry off. If he got sick, then he'd be no use to anyone. But he did want to do one thing before he left. She paused as he gently grabbed her hand and brought it to press it against his cheek with a soft purr from his throat.

"I missed you so much. Your touch..I forgot how soft and warm you are. And I can't ever forget about how beautiful you are too....Y/n, I'm sorry I took so long on my last trip."

You blinked before sighing and finally smiling. "It's alright. I'm just happy you're home safe and sound. How did it go?"

He groaned."I had to stop so many men from taking unwilling brides. I swear I hate January."

"Well I'm sure all those girls appreciated it." He froze as she leaned forward and a soft kiss was placed on his mouth before she pulled away just as quickly. "Now go clean up. You're probably hungry and I can't wait to spend time with my husband."

A caress to his frozen cheek had him blushing a deep red and sent a shiver down his spine from the effect she had on himself. But he smiled nonetheless. Because this was his family. His happiness. His world. Precious to him. To love and cherish. And he'll ensure everything is safe. And loved.