#bbs x y/n

[iiwaijime]

help! we're getting married!? — k. tsukishima

cws; gn!reader, swearing, kissing, sleeping in one bed NO SUS possible ooc and not proofread.

wc; 1227

"do you want to get married?"

you blink, thinking you may have misheard.

"do you want to get married?" he repeats. "to me."

what. you stare at the plate in your hands, dumbfounded. in no way are you prepared for this — today's just a normal saturday night. you're bent over the dishwasher, in your PJs and your old frayed slides. your sweaty hair sticks to your damp forehead, and your hands are covered in grease and soap.

tsukishima is at the table, doing taxes. he's not dressed for any particular occasion, in a loose white button-up and dark coloured slacks. neither of you are in any position for a proposal; his lunch is still half-eaten on the table, and you're both tired and sweaty, and neither of you are dressed well enough for this. but most importantly, you arent even dating!

he pushes his glasses up with a finger, staring at you with his usual lack of emotion. "do you have any hearing problems i haven't heard about?"

"no? are you joking?"

'do i look like i'm joking?" he retorts.

"no, but—"

"there you go, got your answer, didn't you?"

"we arent even dating!" you protest

"yeah?" he says, leaning back and stretching his arms out. "we don't need to."

"fuck's that supposed to mean?" you demand. you're washing your hands now, back turned to him. even though his steps were light, unheard over the sound of splashing water, you still noticed his shadow looming over you. you turn around, exasperated. "what?"

"just give it some thought," he says, and he sounds normal, but there's a weird tension in the air. you know he's aware of it, though, because he pushes his glasses up even though they don't need to be, and runs his hands through his hair, rolling his shoulders back.

it's half past one in the morning, and you stare blankly at the television, feet on kei's lap. he's on the other side of the couch, scrolling on his phone with one hand. the other hand rests on your ankle, thumb brushing the skin gently every now and then. the question hangs heavy in the air between the two of you, until—

"yes," you blurt.

"hmm?" he looks up, putting his phone down. "what was that?"

"yes, i'll marry you." it's stupid, you're stupid to be saying yes to something as life-changing as this, just because of a stupid years-long crush-infatuation thing that you've harboured for him until now.

he nods, businesslike, and you swear you can see the slightest trace of a smile on his lips. "okay."

"why, though?" you ask. "is it like a marriage of convenience? i mean, it's not like you're into me or anything, are you?"

he rips his eyes away from yours abruptly, looking away. but the blush that spreads across his face like wildfire gives you the answer you needed — although it's definitely not what you'd expected. and suddenly you realise that kei tsukishima doesn't remember his other friends' coffee orders or let them put their feet on his lap. he doesn't pin their contacts to the top of the list, doesn't carry them to bed, doesn't pack lunch for them like he does for you. he isn't the kind of guy to show physical affection to anyone — yet you still recall the gentle, loving brush of his knuckles against your cheekbone just a few nights ago, when he'd settled you into your bed. speaking of beds, he doesn't let his other friends sleep in his bed, and he definitely doesn't hold them either, the way he holds you. a small spark of hope rises within you; with it, the flame of attraction and want that you've religiously kept suppressed all these years comes back to life.

"wait, do you?" your voice is half-serious, half-teasing as you yank your legs away from his lap, getting up to advance upon him on your knees instead. except, just before you reach him, you stumble and fall.

kei catches you smoothly, transferring you onto his lap with an effortless grace that is befitting of a 6'5" middle blocker. meanwhile, your hands shoot out to clutch at his shoulders.

"careful," he murmurs, steadying you, hands on your hips. his face — as usual — betrays no emotion, but his leg bounces up and down anxiously beneath you, and his thumb works feverish circles into your hipbone. "you'll hurt yourself."

although grateful for his concern, you acknowledge it with barely a nod, focused on the question you'd asked before. "do you?"

his lips press into a thin line, brows furrowing ever so slightly. "and if i do? what then, will you hate me?"

you laugh, a sound filled with euphoria, joy. "of course not, silly!"

realisation dawns upon his face. "then do you...?"

you nod as he trails off. he doesn't have to finish what he's saying got you to understand; the two of you have always been good at this mutual-understanding-nonverbal-communication thing, after all. he readjusts you on his lap, and you daringly let your hands fall off his shoulders in favour of fisting the material of his shirt instead. "what do you propose we do?"

"i think i have an idea," he replies easily, cradling your face with one large hand. the tips of his fingers thread into your hair, and he angles your head upwards. you can see the lightest smattering of pink dusting his cheeks, and he swallows harshly as your eyes meet his. "that is, if you'll let me."

"yeah?" you ask.

"yeah," he replies hoarsely.

you're not sure who initiates, but a second later, you're kissing him fervently — you're kissing kei tsukishima, and he's reciprocating, too. you can smell the mint from the toothpaste he's used for about ten years now — it's oddly nostalgic compared to the unfamiliar territory you're currently treading with him. he lets you take the lead, leaning back lazily, and only pauses to push his fogged up glasses to his forehead. when you pull away, he's grinning down at you lazily.

"yeah," he repeats.

you swat at his chest, flushing, and he catches your wrists, pulling you in so you collapse into his arms, and holy fuck, the two of you fit together perfectly. "so is that a yes?"

"yeah—" you cut yourself off with a huge yawn, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. there's a different kind of affection in his eyes now as he takes in the vision of you melted into him, and he takes a moment to immortalise it in his brain. "sleepy?"

you nod, eyelids heavy, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. "thank you. go to sleep, i'll take you to bed."

"whose bed?" you snicker. "yours?"

it all backfires when you wake up much later than intended, kei still wrapped around you. all you'd wanted to do was make fun of him — but now he says he can't sleep without you ever again.

"let me go!"

"it's your fuckin' fault, go back to sleep."

BONUS BECAUSE ILYGS

"so what you mean to say is, you were secretly dating?" asks yamaguchi.

"no, the fuck?"

"but you were dating, right?"

"no, we weren't."

"how does that even work?"

"don't know, don't care. we're married and that's all that matters."

maybe he's hallucinating when he sees tsukishima on the phone, a huge, dopey smile on his face as he talks.

fuckin hate my english teacher she dont know what english is so i wrote this in my english class and answered all her questions too without paying attention cuz im cool like that. also i have a general taglist now so send an ask if you want in

also tysm @mitskicain s parents for the inspiration ☝️😎

@akaakeis + @smiithys

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

what if i told u. froge

what if. sun n moon but uh. as frogs (y/n is a fairy/sprite)

plot twist, u kiss the frogs and u turn into a frog a SALAMANDER (also the frogs have big crushes on u)

(plot twist im not very good at drawing frogs srry hhhdhfh)

[delicatebarness]

cry baby | chapter twenty five

Summary: Cry Baby stands up for herself, however, when it leads to another confession... will she regret it?

Warning: Screaming, crying... throwing up?

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Replaying the evening’s events over and over in your mind, you were unable to find any peace in sleep or distraction in your art. You spiraled into a pit of overthinking. Bucky’s confession and Peter’s departure gnawed at you relentlessly. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

With the surge of frustration and need for answers, you stormed out of your apartment, called a taxi, and made your way to Bucky’s place. The city lights blurred as they drove by. The cool night air from the cracked window failed to calm your racing heart. 

When arriving at Bucky’s building, you rushed to his door, pounding with all your might. Your anger propelling you. Banging echoed through the hallway, and it wasn’t long before the door swung open. Bucky stood there with a look of surprise and concern. 

“What’s going on? Are you o–” he asked, but you didn’t give him the chance to finish. Storming past him into his apartment, your emotions were beginning to boil over. 

“Why, Bucky?” you demanded, turning to face him. Your voice was filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. “Why would you tell Peter about the kiss? Why now?”

Closing the door, he turned to face you, his expression conflicted. “I… I don’t know. I just couldn’t stand hearing him talk about you like… like he knew everything about you.” 

“You had no right to tell him!” you shot back, pacing the room.

His eyes flashed with frustration. “And, what am I supposed to do? Just sit there and listen while he goes on and on about how perfect everything is. Do you think that’s easy for me?” 

Your voice broke as you yelled. “This isn’t about you, Bucky! I was trying to move past it, and now you’ve ruined everything and made a mess!” 

Bucky stepped closer, and his breathing quickened. “I care about you, and seeing you with him… I know I messed up, but I couldn’t just sit and pretend it didn’t happen.” 

Your face flushed as your anger flared even hotter. “What about Leah? How do you think she felt finding out you kissed me? How did she react?”

His face twisted, a pang of guilt rushed through him and he hesitated for a moment. “She already knew.” 

You stared at him, frozen in disbelief. Your voice was small as your gaze searched his. “She what?” 

“Leah already knew,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost matching yours. “I told her right after it happened. We talked about it,” 

“Talked about it?” you echoed. “So, she gets to know the truth from you… But, Peter doesn’t get to hear it from me? How is that fair, Bucky?” 

He avoided your gaze, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not. I know it’s not. But, Leah and I… we have an understanding.”

Shaking your head, tears brimmed in your eyes. “You don’t get it. You don’t understand what you’ve done. You took that from me.” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, stepping closer again. “I never wanted to hurt you–”

Your laughter cut him off, the tension in the room growing. You turned away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself, shielding your emotions. “You keep saying that, but it seems all you do is hurt me.”

His frustration mounted, his voice rising again."I was trying to protect you!" he shouted, causing you to flinch as tears streamed down your face. "I didn't want you hurting any more than you already were!" 

You opened your mouth to speak, but he wasn't done. His chest heaved with anger, and his voice boomed as he continued. "I've done things for you, things you don't even know about!" 

"What... what are you talking about?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper as you turned to face him again.  

He took a deep breath, his fists were clenched at his side, yet his body trembled. "I committed murder for you!" he shouted, the confession hung in the air like a storm cloud.

You staggered back, his words shocking you like a physical blow. “What… you did what?” you stammered with a shaking voice.

The man you had known your whole life, who had always been there for you, crossed a line you never imagined.

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[toji-bunny-girl]

ANON says: Toji is just as obsessed w/ ur tiddies as you are with his, he just wanna breed you and make your tits so heavy with milk. when you’re on your period and your breasts are sore, he’s there to massage and suck on them to relieve some of the ache 🫶🫶

A/N: every time i summon for any thirsts or requests, I’m never disappointed by the horny anons in my inbox (bc I’m just as horny as them 🏃‍♀️💨) ANYWAY, HURRY SEND IN MORE TOJI THRISTS OR REQUESTS TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY BRAINROT WHILE YOU CAN

I just know that when you let him see your chest bare for the first time, he’s drawing back a groan before his mouth starts sucking on your flesh and his fingers are pinching on your buds.

Every night you spend with him always end up with your tits covered in his bite marks and hickeys cuz he just loves giving attention to your pretty tits, hands always on them in all positions he’s fucking you in.

Even if y’all aren’t doing anything sexual, his hands just naturally rest on your breasts whenever you lay your back against his body or when he has an arm over your shoulder and your tits are just there, easy for him to reach over and touch.

And YES, whenever you’re on your period and your tits are sore, THOU SHAN’T WORRY cuz mr sexy man here has already got it covered. All you need to do is gesture to him about it and he’s gently rolling his thumb and massaging your breasts in a second looking like this 😋 It’s a two–way advantage since he loves playing with your tits and you really need some relief for them (totally not self–indulgent cause my period is coming and my tits are sore too)

Not to mention his breeding kink, the thought of your tits full and heavy with milk turns him on so much during sex and he ends up hammering into your cunt before spilling his cum inside. (mf thinks its fun scooping them into your hole, not even a single drop of his seed leaking out AND pulling your panties up so it’ll stay in there longer— it makes your underwear dirty but he literally doesn’t care smh)

Now you think I’m done?? Nah nah cuz I haven’t even get to the point of TITJOB. This man absolutely loves it when your tits are covered in his cum and the way you press your tits together and let him fuck his dick between them. It’s like he’s in a haven of pillow, and it’s even better when your mouth is sucking on his tip and it just makes him 💥🤯

TLDR: Toji Fushiguro as a perverted boob man is 💯😰🛐

[bumblesimagines]

but what if you're the one for me?

when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.

- Cassie Howard

but what if you're the one for me?

when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Gathering the multiple party-sized bags into your arms, you peered over the top of them as you followed Lexi out of the kitchen and into the living room where the girls had gathered around. From the flush on Cassie's cheek and the way Maddy and Kat giggled, Suze must've told a helluva story. Lexi carefully balanced the small cups of dippings with one arm and began setting them down on the coffee table alongside the scattered candy wrappers and beer cans.

"Finally," Maddy groaned, wiping her lips free of beer and reaching for one of the tortilla chip bags you held. She ripped it open and dug inside, pulling two chips free and eagerly dipping them into the guacamole. She did a blissful shimmy when she munched on the chips and happily went in for more chips. 

"So, (Y/N)," Kat began with a wicked grin, her eyes watching you set the rest of the bags down on the table. You glanced at her questionably and settled down nicely beside Cassie, already feeling ganged up on from the way Maddy and BB turned to Kat expectantly. She took her time, sipping on her beer and taking a bite out of a chip before continuing. "I heard that you and Tammy Lewis were getting a little cozy at the movies last Sunday."

"What?!" Maddy nearly shrieked with a mouthful of chips, her head whipping around to look at you with wide eyes. "You dick! Why didn't you tell us?"

The guys at school who constantly badgered you with questions as to how you could've possibly managed to land a spot in a friend group consisting of the prettiest popular cheerleaders in school had no clue the type of torture you'd been under since 6th grade.

It'd all started one fateful afternoon during lunchtime when the snotty boy in front of you had made fun of Kat and tried to flee before Maddy could lay into him. It'd been instinctive how you stuck your leg out and sent him toppling to the floor. The humiliation of not only falling in front of half the school combined with getting a bloody nose had made the boy cry and you'd been given a couple days of suspension. When you returned afterward, you'd been formally invited to sit with the girls at lunch by none other than Madeleine Perez. 

From then on, the girls kept you around and you were quickly dubbed the luckiest guy in school, even if you viewed all the girls as sisters and they treated you like a baby brother they liked dressing up and cooing over. But along with the territory of brother, came the gossip, drama, and the fact every single person you vaguely showed interest in had to be approved by the council.

"It's not serious, Mads, I swear. It's just.... dating. We're not together." 

"Not yet." BB cooed, exhaling a breath of smoke and snickering when you groaned.

"Tammy Lewis," Maddy murmured and leaned back into the cushion of the couch with squinted eyes. "She's pretty, I guess."

"She's failing English," Kat added, "Like kindergarten reading comprehension type of failing."

"I think she's sweet." Lexi piped in, cradling a cola can in her hands and shrugging her shoulders. 

"It's not serious," You groaned again. "I would've told you guys if it were, I swear! It was just one date and nothing happened." 

Maddy squinted again. "Nothing? Not even a little kiss?"

"Maybe... maybe like one kiss-"

"And you didn't tell us?!" Maddy shrieked again and grabbed a pillow, tossing it over the coffee table and hitting you square in the chest. Unnaturally quiet Cassie laughed, albeit forced and slightly awkward, and retrieved the pillow before it could go tumbling to the floor. You glanced at the blonde, finally noting her lack of input but decided to leave it for later rather than put her on the spot. 

The rest of the night had been the same as others, with a couple movies put on the TV until the girls ultimately passed out either on the floor or the couch. Suze ensured everyone had blankets and pillows as she called up the parents to alert them their kids would be staying over before she retreated upstairs to her bedroom with one last glass of wine in hand.

You'd been curled up on the end of the couch on the brink of dozing off until the feeling of someone slipping by startled you awake and you caught Cassie slipping into the kitchen. You yawned and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, tugging the blanket over your shoulders and shuffling after her into the kitchen. 

"Oh, hey," She greeted quietly, taking a water bottle out of the fridge and drinking from it. 

"You okay?" You questioned and leaned against one of the counters, trying to fight the exhaustion from clouding your brain. Cassie brushed some loose strands of hair back and took another sip of water, the look on her face conflicted. Cassie confided in you all the time, whether about guys or her mother, so her hesitation seemed odd. 

"When were you going to tell me you were seeing someone?" She asked quietly, running her finger over the rim of the bottle. "I thought I was the first person you told about that stuff."

"You've got a lot on your plate already, Cass. I thought it'd be better to let you recover from... everything." Your eyes flickered down to her belly. She'd hardly been able to tell the girls about it when she found out, seeing as Maddy and Kat had gotten into it and angered each other that day. McKay had known, of course he had, but he hadn't been the one she called when the procedure had been over and done with. 

"I... I'm fine, (Y/N). I'm past it. I'm past McKay. He didn't make me feel... special or loved or.. beautiful. I know that's how love is supposed to make you feel. It- It shouldn't make you feel like shit." Cassie said, setting the bottle aside and turning to face you. Her eyes softened and then began to glisten with tears. You frowned and moved the blanket from your shoulders, taking a step closer and wrapping it around her instead. "He wasn't the one for me... but what if you're the one for me?"

[inkykeiji]

Vox and electrical play I'm losing my mind

I KNOW he'd zap you when you get too close to cumming, a silent signal for you to stop nnnnnnnhhhjjhhhhh

OKAY YES YES YES holy shit anon this is an absolutely delicious idea and my brain totally short-circuited (lol) when i read it ooooh my gosh

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, electrical play, edging, implied mindbreak, overstimulation words: 428

he likes to use the electricity conducted in his claws—finds it more personal, more intimate that way—and will absolutely use it to edge you. he knows your body so well, has analyzed all of your mannerisms and micro-expressions right down to every twitch and quiver and whine, so he knows how to pull you apart and painstakingly put you back together. he knows that the trembling of your thighs means you’re teetering on the edge of ecstasy; that the scratching of your nails at his wrists, his shoulders, his chest means more, more, more, fuck me harder, faster, rougher; that the rolling of your eyes, whites framed by fluttering lashes, means your brain’s turned to a pleasant buzz of incoherent static.

as such, he knows exactly when to strike.

it’s so sweet to see the way you jolt with each zap—he swears it’s one of his favourite sights, the way your flesh ripples so prettily as the current surges through your veins. he swears he can almost see it, that bolt of teal electricity racing your blood, leaving sizzling sweat beading on your skin. 

it’s so precious, how a little too much will leave you stunned and stupid, body gone rigid for a few seconds before it mollifies beneath his touch again, shimmering cords of drool oozing from your mouth and crystalline tears embellishing your eyes, glittering as they catch on the jagged strikes of cyan lightning cracking around his form.

it’s so cute when you ask him for more even after his relentless assault, your body malleable and aching, fresh burns in the shape of his claws singed into your hips and thighs, your pleads heavy with pleasure and tangled in threads of spit. it makes him feel fucking incredible, invincible, how desperate you are for him, how devoted you are to him, even as he sears your mind to nothing but pretty blue cinders. it’s beautiful; you’re beautiful with him coursing through your body—his electricity crackling in your muscles, his love fizzing in your heart, his cock stuffing your cunt to the brim. 

but what he doesn’t expect is when his warning tases evoke the opposite of the intended effect—instead of halting your orgasm, it accelerates it, the sparks zipping through your veins coalescing in the pit of your tummy and forming one dense, pulsing ball of heat, furling tighter and tighter in on itself until it explodes, your cunt convulsing around him in the cutest spasms, gushing all over his cock. 

and, oh, he just learned some very valuable information. 

author’s note: alsooo i absolutely think vox has the ability to ‘store’ energy in his claws to save it up for more intense shocks, and i think he’s obsessive and methodical with the whole process, even as he’s fucking the life out of you, analyzing which type of shock he wants to use next; something big and stinging? something that’s just going to send tiny zaps of electricity shooting through your veins? which is best for the present situation? it’s all part of the fun to him ♡

[goldensunbathed]

can you do premoon!remus x sunshine!reader getting into an argument bc remus snapped at her???

(also can I be anon 💌 if you do emoji anons?)

thank you for requesting lovie, forehead kisses<33 and yes ofc you can be anon 💌!!

this isn't rly an argument, more like remus being a dickhead:(( also, i know this writing isn't very good, I'm still getting used to this format of writing<3

326 words, remus lupin x f!reader

When you walked into the Gryffindor common room, your heart jumped at the sight of Remus, it always does. No matter how long you've been together (whether it was the first day of dating or now, 6 months in), he always makes your day brighter.

"Hi, darling!" You say, placing a hand on the back of his head, stroking it before sitting beside him.

"Hi." He doesn't look up from his book, and his tone is a little different than it usually is, a bit bitter.

"What are you reading?" You ask, leaning back in your seat, tucking your feet underneath your thighs.

"Nothing important." He says as he flips the page. Your eyes flicker up to James and Sirius, hoping they'll say something.

"Moony got a 99 on his potions quiz!" Sirius pipes up, sensing the awkwardness.

"Did you? That's great, sweetie!" You place a simple hand on Remus' thigh.

"Could you please stop talking? Seriously, you're so annoying. Can't you see I'm reading?" Remus exclaims. You realize the moon is soon, but his anger has never been directed to you until now.

You're brightness dims, your smile dropping a bit. You take your hand out of his lap and place it into your own, your heart stinging a little.

"Um, sure." You look at your legs, suddenly feeling like you shouldn't be around anyone at all.

"Thank fucking Merlin, giving us all a break." He shakes his head going back to his reading.

A few minutes pass by of the four of you in complete silence before you stand.

"I'm gonna go up to my dorm, it's getting a little late."

"Whatever." Remus says, still not looking at you. Your heart breaks a little everytime he opens his mouth.

"Okay."

James smiles at you, guiltily, standing and giving you a short hug.

"Night, love, sleep tight." Sirius says, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze before letting you leave, padding up the stairs.

[nymphbnny]

ଘ ~• request

BLOOD THIRSTY

──────────o.miguel

⤷ mission and violence free, miguel has been having a thirst for blood. telling him you were on your period definitely triggered his call to feast.

tw: blood kink, oral sex (female r.), unprotected sex, breeding kink, not proofread, mating press ,MDNI

“daddy, can you put on barbie?” your five years old asked her father, turning her head around as she sat on the carpet in front of him. miguel has been sitting in the living room, watching cartoon movies with his daughters as you took your shower, taking longer than usual since you needed to relax from how tired and tensed your period’s got you. you’ve been heavily bleeding and although you love your daughter, the TV sound was becoming extremely unbearable.

you wrapped your bathrobe around your wet naked body before slipping on your slippers and walked to the living room. “honey it’s past your bedtime. let’s go to bed.” you called out, hoping she wouldn’t try to outsmart you and try to watch TV a bit longer. however she was getting tired, her small yawns ahead of her as she extended her hands for her father to pick her up.

he softly smiled at her, reaching to pick her up and kissed her head as he walked to her bedroom and put her to bed.

you were back in your room, preparing yourself before bed, lathering your soft skin with vanilla scented lotion. you smiled at your husband as he entered the room, your hand applying the cream right above your breasts. “hi baby,” you called out, watching his tall figure standing behind you, hands resting on your hips and chin on your shoulder. “you smell good,” he said, kissing your cheek. you applied some lotion on your finger and poked his nose with it, his face instantly scrunching up.

you laughed, spreading the cream around the area. “there you go.” you stood silent for a while then said: “i’m so tired of being on my period. my breasts are swollen and my back hurts and i just ugh,” you sighed. you didn’t notice miguel’s eyes darkening when you mentioned your period, his blood thirst reaching its highest peak. “you’re on your period?” he slowly inquired, his hands massaging your hips. you nodded, reaching to grab your period panties. his fast movement stopped you, tossing the fabric aside then turned you around. miguel was heavily breathing, his mouth slightly opened. he looked starved.

“baby, what are you doing?” within seconds, his mouth was on yours, kissing you passionately and hungrily. his rough hands were holding your head as you tried to breath, his carnal instincts taking over. “baby, we can’t” you managed to say between kisses.

“i need a taste, please,” you were taken back by his begging, slowly understanding what was his need. “i want to make you feel good, let me make you feel good mama,” he breathed down your neck, biting into your flesh making you wince. licking the small beads of blood that gushed out from his sharp fangs, he straightened his stance again, looking down at you. you placed your hands on his chest as you pushed him towards the bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge before he swiftly and gently switched places with you so he could lie you down.

he began kissing your legs, slowly going up your thighs, the scent of blood driving him crazy. “mig,” you called, playing with his dark beautiful hair. “please,” you patiently waited for his next move. he smirked at you then spat on your pussy before lapping at it. your legs bent, hands grabbing his hair as he kittylicked your clit, teasing the both of you before he began sucking your slit. “dios mío,” he wrapped your legs around his shoulders to get a better angle at eating out your pussy, your moans and shudders exciting him to keep him going. the heels of your feet dug into his back as he fingered your entrance, enjoying the way it was bringing out the blood.

“shit, mig, slow down,” you moaned out but he didn’t listen. he was too busy sucking and slurping at your pussy, the taste of your blood driving him crazy. he wanted to know how your cum would taste if it was mixed up with your blood. he was going feral and there was nothing you could do about it. he tongued your pretty pussy, feeling the inside of your cunt. you were so sensitive on your period, everything felt great and exquisite. which got you fondling your breasts and slightly pinching at your sensitive buds to reach you closer to your climax. “wanna cum baby?” he spoke against your slit, his words sending vibrations through your skin.

you nodded eagerly, not being able to form your words correctly. in a minute, he had you bucking up your hips for him to eat you out even more, your orgasmed rushing through your veins as you arched your bed from the mattress. “mig, stop, t-too much,” you attempted to push him off. but he didn’t listen. miguel was usually very cocky in bed. physical and orally. but right now he was too busy feasting. you heard the shuffle of his shorts being pulled down and that’s when you realized what would happen next.

miguel finally pulled away, his chin and mouth covered in your fluids. he cleaned himself with your bathrobe before climbing on top of you, simultaneously stroking his dick before pushing it in your tight abused cunt. you gasped out, his hand silencing you as he pounded your pussy. you were so wet it was driving him crazy. suddenly, a weird sensation went through your body, your hand pushing his away from your mouth to mutter the following words. “miguel… i want a baby,”

his eyes darkened again, almost becoming the same color as his beautiful hair. he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he groaned out, your words destroying all self control he had left. “if you fill me up good, fuck fuck, it might stick,”

“you’re gonna be the dead of me, mierda,”

and with that, he picked up his pace, his roughness pressing your into the mattress as his bent your legs to put you in a mating press. “i’m gonna get you pregnant, i won’t stop, until you’re pregnant,” he grunted, his forehead against yours as he fucked you.

miguel was carnal. breeding you while being on your period was something he will definitely be adding to his upcoming agenda.

[tom-whore-dleston]

for the event how about snooze with steven grant <3333 they just fit so perfectly together !!

Snooze

Pairing: Steven Grant x f. reader

Word Count: 1.5k

This fic contains: fluff, neighbors to lovers, insomnia, meet cute scenario, confessions, kissing, corny play on lyrics of Snooze

Summary: You are the main constant that helps combat Steven’s insomnia. This night, things are a little bit different.

Notes: omg Sil you are so right about how Snooze is Steven-coded!! Thank you bb for the request and I hope you enjoy 🥰🫶🏽 Thank you to @potatothots for beta reading and sharing your insight 🩷

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Steven glared at the blue squares of his Rubik's Cube. It had been the third time he solved the three dimensional puzzle since the moon illuminated the night sky. The toy tumbled into his lap as Steven’s groggy eyes flickered towards the shimmering sphere that tauntingly gazed back at him. 

The classical record that was meant to aid his sleep came to an end. Steven lost track of how many times he played that record. When his insomnia began many moons ago, the record did wonders for his sleep. Now, it basically is a broken record because of how often he played it at night.

Yet, there was one constant that always helped him fall asleep. And that was you.

You were new to the apartment complex and moved in right next to Steven. The way you both met was one for the books. Your flat mate was running late for work due to lack of sleep from the night before. He rushed out the door, struggling into his coat. Without realizing, his shoelaces dragged carelessly across the floor. Steven, as clumsy as he was, crashed into you carrying a box of clothes, and you both fell to the floor.

The British man’s eyes widened. “Oh my- I am terribly sorry! Are you alright?” His eyes widened even more after one glance upon your beauty.

You sat up chuckling, unaware of his gawking. “No need for apologies. I am perfectly fine.” Then, you noticed the items scattered on the floor.  “Although, I’m not too sure about the pile of clothes.” The man mirrored your movements as you crawled towards an article of clothing.

“Allow me to help you ma’am,” Steven began tossing shirts and sweaters into the box. As you reached for your favorite scarf, a strong hand slightly brushed against yours. You stared into each other's eyes, smiling softly. You could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his brown eyes.

“Oh heavens, I am late for work!” He checked the time on his watch and began to panic. “I missed my bus, too!”

“Perhaps I can take you to work?” You helped him to his feet, and your cheeks grew hot as he began to tower over you.

“Oh no, I-“

“It’s okay. I want to.” You paused. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” 

Steven unclenched his jaw and let out a quick laugh. “Thank you ma’am! I cannot thank you enough for your kindness.”

“It’s my pleasure…” your voice dropped upon realizing you didn’t know the name of the British man before you.

“Steven. Steven Grant.”

It was a typical late Saturday night when you arrived at your apartment complex. Your watch peeked through your cuffed long sleeve, catching a glimpse of the time. 

3:00. That was a record time for the latest you came home from a shift at the local bar. Your body, especially your legs, yearned to crash into the coziness of your bed and sleep until the sun was at its peak in the sky. As you approached the door to your apartment, you stopped in your tracks after meeting your neighbor’s hazy eyes.

“Steven?”

The gentleman in question half smiled. “Hello, darling.” 

“Rough night?” You interrogated knowingly. Steven nodded with closed eyes.

You fumbled your key into the lock for a moment before opening the door and stepping to the side. “C’mon in. I’ll make us some tea.”

Steven walked into your apartment and headed towards your couch, as he had done many nights before. He wrapped himself in the blanket you knitted yourself as you fixed a pot of tea. The blanket smelled like you, which always brought him a sense of comfort. A kind of comfort he couldn’t find in his own home. In fact, Steven couldn’t remember the last time he felt any sense of security before meeting you.

“You really fancy that blanket, huh?” You giggled, admiring how adorable he looked being swaddled in your own creation. The day you moved in, you decided to knit a blanket to combat your boredom. Once it was finished, you didn’t dare touch it as you were too afraid it would get ruined. The first night you welcomed Steven into your apartment, he was immediately fascinated with the blanket that he cozied onto your couch bundled in the blanket before falling into the best sleep he had in a while.

“I do, indeed. It helped me sleep when I had no other way of falling asleep.” Steven peered down at the wooly fabric, tracing over the patterns as if his next words were hidden between the stitches.

“Well, I’m happy to have helped you in a subliminal way.” The rest of your surroundings blurred as Steven became the focus of your gaze. Your heart skipped a beat as the dim light in your living room accented his structured face and wavy dark locks. Even with the blanket draped over his frame, his plain white t-shirt did little to hide his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

The abrupt screech of the kettle caused you to jolt and you quickly turned off the stove to avoid the sound reaching your other sleeping neighbors. After steeping chamomile bags in two separate cups, you joined Steven on the couch, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you. You handed him a mug and he gingerly peeled it from your grip. Your teeth gritted together as his soft fingers brushed against yours. Steven frowned, noticing your shift in demeanor.

“You cold, darling?” He shimmied out of the blanket, letting it fall to his waist.

“It’s okay, it’s no big deal-” Suddenly, Steven scooted next to you before throwing the blanket over both of your laps with one hand. It was the smoothest thing you had ever witnessed, you forgot how to breathe in that moment. 

“There we are. It wouldn’t be right of me to hog all of your blanket.” You couldn't help but laugh. Without further thought, you and Steven simultaneously sipped your cups of tea, the hot beverage instantly calming your mind and muscles. Steven hummed happily as the tea warmed his body. Yet, he was still wide awake.

The grandfather clock that stood strong in your living room ticked loudly to fill the silence of the room. It glared dauntingly into your and Steven’s souls as you drank your tea while avoiding each other’s gazes. The pendulum swung from side to side as if waiting for one of you to make a move. As Steven drank the last drop of tea, he was left with no other choice but to break the silence.

“You know something, love?” You suddenly became more interested in Steven as you set the mug on your coffee table. “Ever since I met you, things have changed.”

“I hope it’s a good kind of change.”

Steven peered down, smiling softly. “Yeah, it was. For starters, you have really helped me combat this insomnia. I couldn’t tell you about the last time I had a good night’s sleep.” Your lips curled into a dopey grin, and your skin grew hot. Yet neither the tea nor the blanket contributed to the warm feeling inside you. 

“Then, there is your kindness. No one has been as nice as you have been to me so it feels reassuring to know there’s still good people out there. You are also extremely bold. To move all the way from across the pond is…It’s brave. You’ve done all the things I’m scared to do.” He rambled on and on but one thing reeled in your attention. “To tell you the truth, I’m quite smitten with you, love.” 

“Steven…” You were at a loss for words. Your heart skipped a beat after learning he felt the same way about you. 

“Forgive me if I am too forward, but-”

“No, not at all. In fact, I feel the same way towards you.” Your hands met in the middle of the blanket, bringing you back to the moment your hands first touched outside your doors. This time, the spark between you two was much stronger.

“Can I kiss you, love?” 

“I thought you would never ask.”

Steven laughed before cupping your face with his large hands and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet yet full of passion. It reminded you of a flame so bright you couldn’t help but reach out and touch it because you knew it wouldn’t hurt or scar you. Your lips molded together like a sculptor forming the greatest piece that’ll be admired for centuries to come. Time froze as your lips danced in unison and space ceased to exist around you and between you. 

Losing sleep was the last thing on Steven’s mind. For how could he lose when he was with you? Sleep will eventually find its way back to him. He couldn’t snooze and miss the moment of you and him in each other’s embrace.

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[viridwns]

Thinking about yandere Phantomhive twin brothers who force ask you to cheer them on with the cricket tournament. They make you wear something blue to represent their house. They know their little sister is watching so they have to show off ofcourse (R!Ciel more than O!Ciel). They know their house isn't really focused on sports but they will become olympic players if you're there.

If they even see a noble breathe in your direction while standing on the bleachers, they will throw the cricket ball at that nobles head. On accident ofcourse. They have to keep up their appearance.

You have to cheer for everything they do and be ready to console them and pamper them when they loose.

The whole school will have their eyes on the infamous Phantomhive girl, but their curiosity will soon fade when they see the burning glares of the twins.

If father dearest is with you then be ready to be the picture perfect daughter. He will prance you around like a doll. He won't allow any men or women near you except for the Midfords'. (Although you and Edward seem AWFULLY close)

If cheering all day long wasn't tiring enough, the prefects are dying to meet the girl the twins were talking about 24/7. The most precious sister in the world.

You are so gentle and modest. Redmond thinks you are the most adorable thing in the world when you shy away from his flirty advances. Violet can't seem to capure your ethereal beauty in any of his drawings. Bluewer is suprised by your knowledge (although it was expected, seen as Vincent is your father and the twins your brothers) and can't stop discussing various books with you. Greenhill thinks you are so delicate and handles you like glass, he always has the need to show off his strength to you, to make you see how good he could protect you.

Your brothers seem to notice how liked you are, but can't do nothing about it, the prefects are not to be messed with. They become more and more possessive and agitated. Trying to put the prefects in a bad light, but even Vincent can't ignore requests from them asking you to come for tea.

It's not like you really want to go, but what choice do you have?

Stay with your overbearing family? Or go to the obsessive prefects?

You'd rather be with Edward, but you would loose all privileges if you said that out loud.

[moraxsthrone]

OMFFGGG LILY WHY YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO ME RN?? WHYYYY??

i was about to gtfo and make myself smth to eat and go maybe even go to bed at a respectable hour but now my head is DEVOID OF ALL THOUGHT EXCEPT DILF!ZHONGLI. 😭😭😭

okay but...

damn it. modern au!dilf!zhongli...

warnings: nsfw. mdni.

...who has been your kid's martial arts instructor for the past few months. he's kind, soft-spoken, and has the sexiest voice you've heard in your entire life.

...whose son/daughter has become friends with your child during this time. they've even taken turns having sleepovers, leading you and zhongli to interact outside of the dojo.

...who you learn is single when you ask if he or his child's mother will be picking them up the next afternoon.

...whose piercing amber eyes you've felt lingering on you just a little too long when he thinks you won't notice.

...who you volunteered to help tidy up the dojo with after lessons one Saturday afternoon while his assistant took all the students to get pizza.

...whose hips you feel press against your bottom when he reaches up to grab something for you that was just out of your reach.

...who heard the way you gasped when you felt his semi against your butt through his pants.

...who didn't back away when you pushed back against him.

...whose lips brushed your ear when he said, "i think we both have something the other wants..."

...who smirked down at you when you did an about-face and braced your hands on the edge of the countertop behind you while looking up at him with parted lips.

...whose eyes you could've sworn began to glow just before he leaned down and ghosted his lips against yours, tentatively.

...whose breath hitched when you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck and stood on your tippy toes to capture his lips in a kiss.

...whose print is tenting his grey joggers when he cups your sex in his skilled hand.

...who moans into your mouth when you push your fingers inside his waistband, moving things along bc you know you've only got so much time. (before the author starves to death)

...who wraps his strong hands around your waist and hoists you up, the bare skin of your trembling thighs slapping against the cool surface when your short, little skirt (that he KNOWS you wore on purpose) rides up around your hips.

...who hooks his hands in the pits of your knees to open and push your legs back to expose the fact that you're not wearing any underwear.

...whose cock twitches in his pants at the sight of your clean, naked pussy lips spreading for him before he leans in to finally taste you.

...whose warm, wet tongue circles your clit before taking it between his soft lips to suck.

...who moans with you in his mouth when you push your fingers into his auburn-tipped hair and grab a fistful of it.

...who has you arching your back, slick dripping off the edge of the counter as he furrows his brow and sighs against your cunt.

...who's fisting the thick head of his cock through the grey cotton material while he drinks down every drop of your orgasm.

...who lifts you up and helps you down, only for you to lift his shirt and make out with his abs and chest before pulling your own top off.

...whose waistband you hook your fingers around and slowly lower until his hard, leaking cock springs out to slap against the narrow line of dark brown hair beneath his navel.

...who wedges his naked hips between your moist thighs as you lay back on the tatami, fingertips grazing the length of his torso along the way.

...whose sculpted build would give apollo a run for his money, abdominal muscles contracting and relaxing with every quickened breath as he settles between your open legs.

...who leans down to suck and nip along your carotid while his drooling tip bounces against your naked sex.

...who releases a shaky breath when you wrap your hand around his cock and guide him to your entrance.

...whose broad tip stretches your pink opening as his hips lean into yours.

...who curses under his breath when your tight ring closes around the protrusion of his glans with a soft pop.

...who relishes the feeling of your calves pressing against his naked ass to pull him deeper as you whimper his name.

...who takes his time inching inside you, withdrawing an inch or two here and there to feel the tight warmth of your walls try and pull him back in.

...who lifts your hips off the floor to let your bottom rest on the tops of his thighs before he begins to thrust, slow, but deep.

...who watches you - your open-mouthed gasps, your hard nipples jutting towards the sky when you arch your back, your arms trying to ground yourself as he begins to thrust into you faster, harder.

...who reaches behind his back to wrap his long, slender fingers around your ankles and guide them to the tops of his shoulders on either side of his neck.

...who hugs your thighs while he drags his slick cock in and out of you with powerful thrusts with sharp slaps of wet skin.

...whose quiet grunts and groans are barely audible over your pitiful whines and loud moans as he leans forward, pressing your thighs back with the weight of his body and the force of his fucking.

...who screws his eyes shut when you cum on the curve of his cock while whining and pawing at his chest.

...whose own orgasm is impending swiftly, as indicated by the quick, uneven thrusts of his cock inside your spent cunt.

...who lets one of your thighs fall open when he pulls out with a long, drawn out groan.

...who jerks his closed fist over the head of his wet, twitching cock a few times before his facial muscles relax and the first of several spurts of his white hot semen streaks across your belly.

...who looks down at you with knitted eyebrows as he squeezes the last drops of his cum from his spongy cockhead onto your sticky skin.

[nottyourlover]

Broken Bonds - ch 1.

a/n: hopefully a series :)))) stay with me for the start here okay guys good things come to those who wait 🤡

summary: as azriel leaves for a long mission in vallahan, you find that clinging onto old bonds does nothing to heal them.

warnings: reader's pregnant, falling out of love, angst. dark mental health themes.

word count: 1594.

pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // epilogue?

***

The Night Court was abuzz with activity, as preparations for Azriel's departure on a long mission to Vallahan were underway. The news had come suddenly, leaving everyone scrambling to get everything in order. Azriel was to leave in two days' time, and the thought of being apart from him for so long was almost too much to bear. You had begged and pleaded with Rhys to not let Azriel go, delay the mission, shorten the mission, anything. Obviously, he did not budge on the decision, but you could imagine the strain on a High Lord that war would bring, especially since he also had Nyx now. Ultimately, you did know the importance of his mission. Mor had returned to Velaris as the Night Court Emissary to Vallahan, but she needed backup and Azriel's skillset along with his ability to fly was perfect. He had left for many dangerous missions in the past, but when you had asked Rhys about the duration of this one, you were shocked to hear him say "A year? Maybe two".

Your child would be born before your mate returned.

>>>

You and Azriel had been drifting apart for a while, the once intense passion between you now replaced by a strained silence. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when things had started to change, but you both knew that something was different. Maybe it was your last wedding anniversary, when you had fought over not seeing each other for months due to clashing hours, but that was years ago. A century was a long time to spend in a romantic relationship with just one person, let alone almost two centuries.

You had learned that you were 3 weeks pregnant, a fact that you had been keeping hidden from Azriel for fear of driving him even further away. When Madja had come to heal one of Cassian's injuries that had knocked him unconscious, she had asked to have a word with you afterwards.

"You're with child, y/n," Madja said, smiling as she pulled you into a private room.

"I'm pregnant?" you were in complete disbelief. You and Az had barely even seen each other lately because you were either asleep when he got home, or the other way around. Your immediate thought was to run to Azriel, hug him, kiss him, congratulate him. He was going to be a father. You were going to be parents!

Then you remembered. You two were barely speaking now. A few days ago, there was a disagreement over a dinner date that Azriel was almost two hours late to, and when he finally came, he seemed distracted and uninterested. You had only just started your entrées when Rhys burst into the restaurant with some urgent news, drawing Azriel away and leaving you to eat alone.

"Yes, y/n. Oh, I'm ecstatic for you!" Madja wrapped her delicate arms around your shoulders, but you were frozen. There was nothing worse than not being able to talk to the one you longed for the most.

After your experience with Madja, the only person who really noticed was Feyre, who had asked you what the matter was immediately, and yet again when you refused your favourite tarts. After you told her everything, she had immediately asked Helion to travel to Velaris and help mask your new scent so no one would find out about your pregnancy until you told them. The thought of bringing a child into a war-torn world with parents whose relationship was already on such shaky ground made you feel sick with worry.

However, despite the tension between you, Azriel was still the only person you wanted to be with. You were mates after all, and husband and wife too. You couldn't imagine a life without him, even if it seemed like that was where you were headed. Growing up in the Illyrian camps, books were scarce, but stories traveled by word of mouth. You had heard about the beauty of mating bonds, the love, the desire these couples had, but also the sorrow that sometimes broke the same bonds, the disasters, the catastrophes. They said losing your mate was like losing yourself.

So as you watched him pack his bags, you couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over you. The future felt uncertain, and you didn't know how things would turn out. Would you end up like one of the females in the legends you heard as a young girl, so broken by the loss of their mate that they died young and unhappy and unfulfilled?

Flashbacks of better times flooded your mind as you watched Azriel move about the room. The way his eyes would light up when he saw you, the way he would wrap his arms around you and hold you close. It all seemed so distant now. Your afternoons reading by the fire, training together, heavy breathing but content as you walked up the House of Wind's stairs together, just talking and laughing. You remembered the moments where your relationship was new, so fragile you hadn't dared to tell anyone, the two of you sneaking off for just a moment of alone time.

You remembered the day you were mated, oh, how happy and in love you both were. The world had seemed so full of possibility then, and you had both believed that your happiness would last forever. Azriel's whispered promises still echoed against your skin, the memory of where he first murmured them, when your bodies were entwined, and your hearts were beating in sync, was still strong. Back then, the mating bond between you was like a beacon, guiding you to a happier future. You both deserved a better future... Now though? It was dull.

Things had changed. Azriel was leaving for a mission that could potentially be dangerous, last for years, and you were one month pregnant with a child that you didn't know if you could raise on your own.

On the morning of his departure, you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. You fell into Azriel's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. He instinctively wrapped himself around you, shielding the both of you with his wings.

"I don't want you to go," you whispered through your tears. You could hear his heart beating through his armor, comforting and steady, so familiar.

"I know, y/n. I'm sorry," he kissed your forehead and your skin tingled. "I have to though," Azriel replied softly, regretfully, his arms tightening around you. "I don't want to leave either."

You murmured inaudibly, sniffing.

"This mission is important," he continued, hands circling your back soothingly. "We need the Queen of Vallahan to sign the peace treaty as soon as possible."

"But what about us?" you asked suddenly, looking up at him. Were you selfish? Your world on the brink of war and you were worried about your love life?

"What of our relationship?"

Azriel's expression was pained as he looked down at you. "I don't know," he said honestly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Things have been difficult between us, and I don't know how to fix them."

You wanted to tell him about the baby, to beg him to stay with you and start a family.

"As many little ones as you want, love," Azriel had once replied, smiling at you lovingly. You were sitting on the kitchen counter happily, his oversized shirt falling off your shoulders. He had kissed your left shoulder, exactly on your scar, your skin tingling. He pulled the shirt back up but this had only led to the other side falling down more, causing him to smirk a little as he adjusted it, lest you accidentally show more skin than intended if someone made the unfortunate decision to walk into the kitchen that morning.

"But my dear mate, I want what you want," you had replied, smiling, reaching for his hands to kiss their scars.

As you opened your mouth, the words wouldn't come because you knew deep down that it wouldn't change anything. You were a little selfish, but not ignorant nor sabotaging. Prythian would need all the allies it could get, and you were hopeful that with Azriel's persuasion, Vallahan's queen would finally sign.

You slowly pulled away from Azriel, wiping your tears. His eyes softened to an expression almost recognisable. An expression that almost reminded you of your past. Almost.

"I love you, y/n," Azriel said after a while. You smiled sadly, reaching for his hands to kiss their scars like you used to do.

"I love you too, Azriel," you replied, the dull bond in your mind slowly reigniting. Azriel gave you a kiss, longer than all the ones you had shared in the many months of your previous rough patches, and for those few wonderful seconds you felt the spark again, almost like new. He rested his forehead against yours, whispering, "I'll be safe, I promise". The two of you stayed like that for a while before you heard Rhys calling him and the noisy flap of wings from just outside your balcony window.

With one last glance at you, Azriel turned his back with his belongings, pausing at the window when,

"Don't forget me," you called, half-smiling.

"I couldn't if I tried," Azriel replied, before soaring into the sky.

You heard his powerful wings thumping as he soared from the balcony, away from his mate and away from his future child.

As you placed your hand on your stomach, you thought to yourself that maybe things would work out, maybe there was still a chance for you and Azriel to be happy together.

It seemed that only time would tell.

[hearts4court]

Alr imma be a slut here real quick

Peacekeepers Coryo x amab reader (or afab with he/him prns if you're not comfy with doing an amab reader)

Reader is watching Coryo do a workout in the forest thinking Coryo isn't watching him but Coryo eventually calls him over and they flirt back and forth until reader says something like "Oh you wouldn't make a slut out of me, Snow" and Snows like "alr fuckin bet"

i'm actually incapable of writing male!reader cause i'm stupid. this is my first time writing with he/him pronouns for reader, so, tell me if i need to change anything. <3

afab!reader with he/him pronouns.

Watching Coriolanus do his workouts was part of your daily routine. The way he did push ups and his muscles flexed had you drooling.

"i feel your eyes on me, Y/N." he said, making you blush, you've been caught.

"Sorry. i couldn't help myself, Coriolanus—" you said before he raised his hand and cut you off. "please, call me Coryo." he said making you smile.

"i've noticed you've been watching me for days, i'd say you were a little slut for me." Coriolanus joked.

"oh you wouldn't make a slut out of me, Snow." you say lightly pushing his chest and looking him up and down.

~~~~~~

"oh— Coryo!" you cried as he gripped your hips, thrusting into you harder. "cmon, pretty boy. you can do it, you can it. youre already taking me so well." he said making you whine as your back arched.

he pushed your stomach down, pushing you back down. "stop moving or i'll stop." he said as you dug your nails into his back. "no! no please don't stop, i'll be a good boy, m'promise." you beg as he smirked.

"good boy, baby. Guess i did make a slut out of you." he said as he kissed your jaw, you lightly smacked his arm, you're overstimulation caused you to be weak, but that didn't stop you. "Shut up— coryo." you stutter out as scratched at his back. Your words receiving a low cocky chuckle from him.

don't copy, translate, or repost any of my content w/o my permission.

[toji-bunny-girl]

Ugly crying at the thought of Toji, your sweetest husband that loves you like how the stars loves sky. You know he’s not wealthy in the slightest, struggles with his gambling addictions and the years of abuse in his previous household moulded him into the antagonised character he is today—who kills for a pay without batting an eye.

You’re not there, by his side, trying to change him nor warm his bed; god, never latter. You’re simply there, by his side, breathing and smiling, letting him know he’s not alone in this world that seemed to have it against him.

Anyone with sight could see the stark difference between the two of you, pointing it out, whispering behind palms and hiding judges behind the short quirk of eyebrows. And Toji knows. He knows it the most; spent countless nights absorbed in how both of you belongs in two divergent worlds.

An innocent and a reaper, defying the order of the world.

But Toji didn’t care in the slightest, not when the neighbours shoot him glares that swirled in both fear and disgust when you’re waiting behind the door, always welcoming him into your arms despite the smell of blood in his hair. And surely, you didn’t give in to your nosy colleagues, telling you how you should look for another man that doesn’t come back home for a month in the name of ‘business’ they have no clue about.

All did not matter, only the moments the two of you share do. Like when his tall frame stood behind yours, hunching over the kitchen counter and helping you with dinner; his musky scent filling your nose and body enveloping you in warmth. Or when you get into petty arguments about the who was supposed to hang the laundry for the week, which would often end up in childish games to determine the loser who would be tasked with the chore.

These moments matter, because they fill your chest with such comfortable load and they only fuel Toji to work for the better just for the sake of you living a better life—as best as he could provide.

Because no other thing matters, except for you, the sky to his stars.

[kaq3yma]

BEEP BEEP! sakura haruka.

syn: it is your first date with him, how did it go? it was alright... but did you expect it to buzz? no.

୨୧ qeena's brief note: elloo, anouncing a (kinda) new theme with a sakura haruka scribble yippieee >w< i know the theme lowk similar to my old one as it still a pink&green theme but hey, can't help the fact im a hardcore soft pink and pale green girlie (•؎ •) i have this idea based off this one tweet meme i saw couple months prior (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) sorrryyy but i can't remember the exact account but i think yall know shskssks anyway, let me know what you guys think about this scribble & the new theme, will appreciate all ur kind words <3 that's all, thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🍡

. . . imagine you're on a date, on your very, very first date with a guy you're oh-so in love with, Sakura Haruka. The date went smoothly, he pick you up at your meeting spot, Kotoha's diner, and after that you two ate together. You get to browse all over town, trying dishes and stroll around. It's indeed a fun day.

However, the dual-colored hair boy still can't help but shy away to your touch. You don't mind that he don't want to hug, heck, even pecks, but you wish at least he don't mind holding hands, cling your arm around him or even be at a close proximity.

The date turn sour almost drastically when you subconsciously pull his arm out of excitement because you saw a familiar ice cream van stall, one you'd used to buy but he pull his hand away, and instead tucking it in his pocket.

The entire hour after the incident was a confused Sakura (try to) cheer you up but failed miserably and the date happened to end quickly as time flies. Sakura walk you home, taking short strides behind your almost-slouched figure upfront. His face burn in embarrassment and confusion, not knowing how to act, what to do and what to say.

"... I—"

"We're here." The sudden spoke of words cause him to halt his words into half, poor boy is bewildered because he thought he have more time with you until you both arrived at your home, well, you both did arrived quicker than his (pea) brain can comprehend.

"I'll see you tomorrow, good bye—" Someone can ask previous Sakura if he ever expect this Sakura to do something unexpected, so unexpected he shocked both himself and you and he'd say no but yes, it somehow is happening.

He lean down, almost uncharacteristically to close the gap between you two and seal the night with a kiss, short enough yet still manage to pull your breath away.

"I—"

"Beep, beep. Abnormal heart rate detected." His face almost explode into thousands (millions) shades of red.

[frickingnerd]

terra dating a skilled fighter

pairing: terra x gn!reader

tags: himbo!terra obsessed with his lover, strong!reader, training dates with terra, mentions of ventus & aqua, smitten!terra

a/n: i love terra and he'd be SO into a s/o who could kick his ass!

terra is absolutely stunned the first time the two of you spar together and you absolutely kick his ass!

he's absolutely smitten with you from the moment you beat him, just watching you in awe as he stumbles to the ground, his weapon knocked out of his hand

he really shouldn't be into it as much as he is, but he finds it quite attractive how strong you are! and you're not even a keyblade master!

dates between the two of you mostly consist of training together, with terra wanting to learn every move he possibly can from you!

he's already strong, but he wants to reach your level of skill and he wants to learn to hold back his own darkness while fighting!

aqua and ven sometimes tease terra about how madly in love he is with you, but that often backfires as he'll just talk about how amazing you are and what move you taught him recently!

you also help those two train, but whenever you do, terra watches you from the sidelines, just admiring your skill…