#i got so many rqs this time thumbs Up!!!!!!

[xxri]

prsk requests and one milgram

[yourstrulyrika]

leon kennedy smut. again.

fem reader!! no warnings its really just pure comfort! mirror sex. rqs are open btw.

chubby but insecure reader!! love you all chubby girls <3 lemme kiss yall

stares lovingly

not many things go past Leon’s eyes. after all, he’s trained to be observant. but, he doesn’t need training to see every little detail about you. of course he noticed, he just never touched this topic because you shifted away from it. his heart broke every time you fixed your shirt because you thought you look fat in it, avoided wearing dresses and skirt, sat and covered yourself in the middle of summer because you just hate your body. he wanted to help, but he just didn’t know how because he’s not good with his words.

instead, he tried to comfort you through his touch. one night, as you were lying down with him, he decided to try something. at first, it was just gentle tugs at your shirt — noticing it doesn’t work, he carefully lifted your shirt a bit. and oh god, this man fell in love all over again.

he loves your tummy. kisses it, cradles it, gently runs his fingers through it. he loves the rolls, everything about it because it’s you! when you’re starting to get insecure, he pulls his head away, just to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll teach you how to love yourself like I love you. You’re so beautiful, every inch of you.”

he quietly murmurs into your ear, before going back to trail his lips down your sternum, cupping your breasts to gently squeeze them,

“Soft,”

“So fucking soft.”

his lips trail down to your stomach again, gently kissing every inch of it, trailing his tongue down your hips, kissing down your pelvis until he reaches your inner thighs. Leon, being the thighs lover, instantly goes to cover them with kisses. he cradles them, squeezing them before standing up and lifting you up and carrying you in front of a mirror.

“I love carrying you, baby,”

he quietly whispers in your ear before sitting you on his lap, right where you can feel his hard cock pressing against you.

“See how much you’re affecting me?”

his voice is soft, but husky. it’s enough to make you squirm under him, which only makes him chuckle and kiss your cheeks.

he tugs at your panties to pull them down, cupping your soft pussy, circling his thumb around your puffy clit. he’s gentle, never going too hard but also not too gentle. it’s just perfect, just like you.

when he thinks you’re ready to take his cock, he finally lifts your hips up a bit, slowly lowering you down so you can take him inch by inch. his fat cock stretches you, making you shiver, but Leon’s got you. he’s gently caressing your stomach, trying to soothe you and make you relax. once he’s fully sheathed inside your warm walls, he grunts in your shoulder,

“Look into the mirror, sweetheart. See how pretty you are? You turn me on so much, can’t take it, you’re too pretty. My pretty little angel got sent from heaven itself for me.”

when he’s sure you’re ready, he starts to thrust his hips up, letting out a soft sigh, mixed with a moan when he feels your walls fluttering around him. it feels good, so fucking good, it’s almost too much for him, but he loves it so much. he loves you so fucking much. he grips your hips, bouncing you up to see your breasts bounce along. it’s so fucking sexy to him, he can’t look away. he makes sure you’re staring right at the mirror, watching how well you’re taking him, how beautiful you really are. one of his hands is on your hip, while another one is keeping your chin up to make sure you’re watching. when you avoid looking, try to look away or close your eyes, he genuinely stops moving, not even letting you ride him.

“Doing so well for me, gonna cum, shit, you’re too good for me.”

he finally speeds up his movements, making sure to nudge that sweet spot to make you see stars. he’s gonna shower you with love and sweet words till you actually cry, no kidding.

he finally cums — filling you up so well, warm seed filling up your insides, painting them snow white. when he cums, he stops moving but doesn’t pull out. instead, he goes on and on to appreciate your body. he’s there to soothe your tears, to make sure you know how much you’re worth, how much he loves you. he’ll go the entire evening showering you with love, bathing you carefully and still going on about your body until you fall asleep, his hand on your stomach as he sleeps, spooning you from behind.

he’ll do everything for you, he wants to help. to make you feel safe, and loved. whenever it’s sex, cuddling, or both since he loves cuddling sex too.

because you’re his everything.

he loves you, and always will. his prettiest girl, his prettiest angel.

his own slice of heaven, his sun, his moon, his star, his heart.

[xieni-logs]

cAn i request welt, jing Yuan, dan heng, blade and maybe even caelus with an s/o who's mute (like they can't speak) but they're very expressive with emotions and usually communicates thru writing on paper?? kinda got the idea from komi can't communicate

also a lil scenario on how the men would react if someone did or say something offensive to their s/o?

HSR x mute!reader (RQ)

includes: Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Welt

a/n: ty for your rq, anon! I actually started watching komi can't communicate since you said it, and ended up watching too much of it and writing too little lololol i made the scenario thing into someone saying something offensive about how reader is mute since we're on that topic already, hope thats ok! more a/n: I FORGOT ABOUT WELT, ADDED HIM NOW

* ˚ ✦ Jing Yuan who was initially curious behind why you couldn’t speak but no matter the reason, he wouldn't mind it. he finds your expressions cute, i mean who wouldn't? god, he can't believe anyone in their right mind could ever make a snarky remark about you. but they did, and Jing Yuan is gonna let that go easily. even if you say you're fine with that comment, he sure isn't. he doesn't go and threaten the person, instead he'll make their lives oh so annoying. they'll be denied service due to some obscure reason (a gag order from Jing Yuan; you seem to forget he's a general, he has a lot of influence), luck will never seem to be by their side either. and if they're a long-life species, well, they're in for a couple decades of annoyances. Jing Yuan isn't confrontational but he sure is petty.

* ˚ ✦ Blade originally found you being mute rather troublesome. it was a lot more work having to read your notes, and though you're fast at writing, Blade used to always complain about how slow you were at responses. but he slowly gets used to it, and in time, he finds himself enjoying your silent company. in all the chaos, Blade enjoys the comfortable silence between you two. if you want to talk, he'll read your notes and respond with nods or shakes of his head. he'll get pretty pissed hearing someone make a snarky remark on your lack of speech. there's nothing much he can and wants to do except brandish his sword at the person. after, Blade will give you a quick look of are you ok? before moving on. it's a small sweet gesture.

* ˚ ✦ Dan Heng who was neither curious nor cared about you being mute. he simply accepted it as a fact and continued. it doesn't really bother him, he has no qualms about it. but when someone says something offensive about your lack of speech, that's when he has a problem. why can't they mind their own business? he'll tell them a snarky remark before taking you away from the situation. it's not worth the trouble concerning the both of you with that person is what he'll think. Dan Heng will ask you if you're alright and assure you that what the person said is wrong. he'll make sure you know you are perfectly fine not speaking, you aren't abnormal for not speaking, and that it's part of your charm and one of the many things he likes about you.

* ˚ ✦ Welt who respects the fact you're mute. he doesn't pry into why you are but he'll listen if you want to explain. if you draw little faces on your notes to convey your expression, god, he's so weak to that. will indulge in drawing faces on your notes (smiley faces with a badly drawn thumbs up as an ok from him; it took him 5 minutes to draw that hand). he finds it unbelievable anyone would say something so passive aggressive about the fact you're mute. people can be so disrespectful! he disengages the situation and leaves, guiding you away with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. like Dan Heng, he'll reassure you that whatever was said was wrong. you'll never interact, or even see, that person again if he can help it.

[queer-overwatch]

another Sombra rq!!!! I love her sm ok,, ty for the last request btw bc LLORD I LOVED IT 🛐 okay this time I'm thinkin sombra x fem reader who REALLY adores the way olivia looks and stares at her all the time but then reader is super insecure abt herself,,, as always any format!! have a blessed day!!

Sombra x Insecure!Reader

Yippie! FYI Sombras my dps main so everytime we get a request for her I'm like "MINE" and yoink it before Xorn even has a chance to see it lmao, hope your happy with me doing everything for Sombra >:3 -Frisk

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"I don't know what he was doing, something stupid obviously" Sombra, you're wonderful, pretty, smart, amazing girlfriend, was talking shit as per usual, though this time it was about Reaper.

You were trying to pay attention, really! But it was hard, especially when Sombra was in the best lighting ever, and her hair was just slightly messed in a way that makes it more gorgeous than you could put into words.

It was hard to focus on anything but her, especially with how pretty she always was. Despite how bad you knew it was, you couldn't help but compare yourself to them sometimes. It wasn't normally on purpose, it was just hard to not feel out of place dating someone so perfect. She was so smart and the absolute best at her job, even when working with people so "incompetent" as she'd say. "Hey, querida, are you listening to me?" You're snapped out of your thoughts by Sombra flicking you on the forehead, staring at you seemingly annoyed. Good lordy even her annoyed face is pretty, you've really got an obsession. "Hm? Yeah! Yeah I'm listening, sorry." You reach out and grab the hand she used to flick you, rubbing her knuckles with your thumb as you nod for her to continue talking. "Right, well anyway, I don't know why these old people keep coming to me with their tech problems, I'm not tech support! The only person who I told I'd help is Siebren!" You nod along, half listening to her rant and half in your own head. How did she manage to look so beautiful even while pissed? You had no clue what her secret was, not to mention her amazing fashion sense. One time you tried to dress like her, took one look in the mirror, and immediately put on the baggiest clothes you had.

You loved her, obviously, and were always more than happy to take her out on dates, using any excuse you could to admire her, but you refused to dress up the way she did. Dresses just didn't look right, no matter how you styled your hair it didn't look the way you wanted it too. God forbid you try and go to the beach, you'd be sitting in the shade in a hoodie and sweatpants before you let her see how...disappointing you were. "Anyway, how was your day, estimada?" She drags you around, checking on some expensive looking technology you couldn't even think of touching, let alone understanding how it worked. "Boring, I didn't do much, never do really." You laugh off her question, trying to make a bit of a sad joke to distract her. She stares at you for a bit, silently judging what you think is everything about you. Maybe she finally realized that she was far too pretty to be with someone like you. You didn't think you were like, hideously ugly, but maybe she did?! What if she was planning to break up with you, who would want to date you if you were rejected by the Sombra!? "Fair enough, a day off does sound nice, actually. I'd love to laze around all day in pajamas, lucky you!" She pinches your cheek, teasing you as she finally looks back to one of her many screens. "Really?" It was hard to imagine, the usually dolled up Sombra, lazing about and dressed so casually. You were sure she's still look just as amazing as usual despite it, she was somehow so effortlessly perfect. You were, uh, there. "Maybe you should take a day off then! I'm sure they can handle one mission without you, even if your team is as useless as you say they are!" You grab her shoulders, spinning her to be facing you with what you can imagine is the biggest smile she's ever seen on your face. Any opportunity to be able to simply bask in her glory was an opportunity you were going to make use of! You could imagine it now, her sitting there, watching tv in an oversized T-shirt and shorts. There was no way your imagination could do it justice, you had to see her like that in real life or you'd simply keel over and die. "Maybe, I should be free tonight actually" She shrugs noncommittedly, but you could see the slightest hint of red in her cheeks! That meant it was a yes!

"Perfect! I'll go find some movies for us to watch! You better hurry finishing up whatever it is you're working on! I love you, be ready at 8!" You dash off, leaving her with a peck on the cheek and a timer to set.

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Scrambling around your room, you desperately try and make yourself look presentable but also try to make it look like you didn't try and this is just how you are 24/7. Sombra was always so flawless, you couldn't ruin their night by being ugly! You check your phone and nearly throw it across the room. It was already 7:58! What if she was waiting for you and she thinks you stood her up and gets mad?! You'd never forgive yourself if you made her wait on you! Glancing in the mirror, you stop worrying about the time, or what movie you'll watch, or how your little date will go. Everything was suddenly replaced by pure shame. All that time you spent trying to look on par with your girlfriend, and this is how it came out? All that effort and energy and materials for..this? Was it even worth it to try in the first place? You loved Sombra so, so, so much, but no matter what you did it felt like you were playing the role of the ugly girl obsessed with a movies main character that's just there for comedic effect.

You're knocked out of your own thoughts again by a tap on the shoulder, getting a feeling of deja vu. You turn and see Sombra, as perfect and gorgeous as ever.

"You ready yet, slowpoke?" She takes your hand, dragging you out of room before you can bother to respond. Leading you to her own private corner of Talon's base, a forgotten storage room that she'd stolen and made her own, a password for the handmade high-tech door and everything.

She shoves you down onto a beanbag and takes her spot next to you, dragging one of your arms around her shoulders and handing you a remote for the tv she'd snuck into the room years earlier.

"You gonna pick something or not?" Again with her teasing, this time though it didn't feel like her words would sink into your brain and repeat in a much meaner tone when you looked in the mirror. This time it felt soft, less stressful.

You nod, smiling and throwing on an old action movie you were reminded of last week. You both got comfortable, and you felt her rest her hand on your stomach, head against your shoulder.

It felt nice to be touched, especially by someone like her. It was hard to imagine, someone like her loving someone like you, but if she could love you, maybe you could learn to love yourself too.

[opalimagines]

Request: hi! may i rq a richard swift x reader fic with intimacy prompts 52 and 59? maybe smth where he's comforting his s/o and it's a mix of angst and fluff? feel free to play around with this tho! thank you so much <3

Character: Richard Swift (The Shade)

Requested by anonymous

Reader: Neutral

52. crying into their shoulder

59. a height difference

Your existence had become quite lonely before you met Richard. Hundreds of years of life, so many loved ones lost...it took a toll. Believing that you were the only one in the world like you, you began to wonder if the very immortality that you had originally seen as a blessing was actually a curse.

Then, one day, you decided to stop in Opal City instead of just passing through on the way to your destination. It was smaller then, not yet the metropolis it would be, but it had a certain charm. Even more charming was the shadowy man who involved you in the first of many adventures you would share together. Anyone else might not have enjoyed the risk and danger, but you had more fun then than you'd had in over a century.

After that, you and Richard eventually fell in love and became companions. You knew that even when you spent time apart, you would always meet again. Both of you had eternal life, and you had each other.

So when you, Beth, and Jennie returned to the Whitmore-Dugan home and Charles told you of Richard's apparent death in the theater, it shattered your heart. You had to hold it all in then, because defeating Eclipso was more important than grieving at the time.

Once Eclipso was gone and you got Richard back to your temporary home at the Zarick house, it all came pouring out as you held him close. Your head rested on his shoulder and your arms wrapped tightly around him, feeling him and knowing that he was there. He was okay...he was alive.

Richard felt your body beginning to shake, and he heard your soft sobs as you cried against him. "It's alright, my darling," he said so softly as he rubbed your back.

"I-I...I really thought that you were gone." You reluctantly pulled back and looked up at him, your eyes and cheeks shiny from your tears. "Nothing's been able to kill you before, I know that, but this was different. Eclipso-"

"Has been defeated." Richard reached up and wiped your tears away with his thumb. "He will never hurt anyone again, and that includes me." He gently brushed his knuckles along your cheek. "You should know by now that nothing can keep us apart for long."

Richard was fortunate in that he'd met you while he was still fairly young. He didn't have to experience a few centuries of loneliness before finding someone like him, while you did. You confessed it all to him before, so he understood why you had been so upset over seemingly losing him. But as long as he had anything to say about it, you never would.

"You're not wrong." You laid your hand over his and leaned your face into his touch. "Eclipso's gone, so what now?"

"I'd like to remain in Blue Valley for a while, and I was hoping that you might feel the same."

Smiling, you gave him a nod. The two of you didn't always stay in the same place, since you had your own lives and interests, but sometimes it just felt right. Blue Valley seemed to be full of the kind of excitement that you and and Richard both craved. "I think it could be fun."

Richard smiled in return and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, one you eagerly met, because it was something you would never tire of.

[valberryy]

heLLO MY LOVE could i get some jealousy headcannons for diluc kaeya and albedo? perhaps their so had been spending more time with someone else instead of them and they just become >:(

-🍭

HELLO MY LOVE I FEEL LIKE THIS GOT A BIT WBHFJGL COMPARED TO UR RQ BUT . ALFREDO AND KANYE AMIRITE

pairing(s): albedo x gn!reader; kaeya x gn!reader

content warnings: none

albedo

he doesn't quite know what to do at first, when he feels his chest clench like this the first time. is he ill, perhaps? maybe he accidentally breathed in too many paint fumes.

he draws the connection after a while—ah, so he only feels this way when he sees you smiling and laughing with…captain kaeya, of all people. 

albedo seems like the type to withdraw into himself rather than confront you about it right away, honestly. he just wants to understand, but he doesn't want to impose on you. 

if you approach him when he seems too distant, his words are unexpectedly sharp and biting—"wouldn't you prefer to do something more fun with someone else?" 

but when he sees how your face falls, his heart feels even heavier in his chest than when he saw you with someone else, and apologies spill from his mouth like water from a dam.

he'll take your hands and rub gentle circles into your knuckles with his thumbs, apologising all the while. "i'm sorry, my love, i was just afraid i'd lose you—"

his fears are assuaged when you squeeze his hands back, weaving your fingers together in that way that you do. "i'd never leave you for anyone, albedo," you say, and he finds the knot his chest finally unwinding.

kaeya

oh? how surprising that you'd get the handsome mr. kaeya jealous, rather than the other way around. 

this same thought occurs to him as well, when he sees how much time you're spending with a certain fellow knight—sparing him a wave and a smile before continuing on with whatever it was you were doing with them. 

for even him to feel the ugly swell of jealousy rise up in his chest…ah, he really has it bad for you, doesn't he?

unlike albedo, he'd probably, probably confront you about it, in his trademark roundabout way. "oh, is dear so-and-so not with you today? how strange."

despite the teasing lilt to his voice, he sounds almost…hurt. even through his bravado, there's always this lingering fear—that you'll grow tired of him and his secrets, and leave him just like his father did.

it's times like these that he appreciates your voice the most. take his face into your hands and press gentle kisses to his cheeks, tell him you love him and only him, and watch the shadows of his insecurity fade from his eyes, slowly.

and then he'll thank you, lucid and raw in a way you're not used to—but when he presses a kiss to the palms of your hands, the devilish glint in his eyes and the mischievous edge to his smile had all but returned.

[ghoulciifer]

submission:

@tui-lah: “hi!! congratulations on 100, baby!!!! i can’t wait to see your acc grow more & more as time unfolds! m’so proud of you 🥺 i wanna participate in your event, so can i rq a matchup for a boy from bnha pls? i don’t have a preference for either show 🥺 i’m tall (5’9” to be exact 😼) & i’m plus sized. i like to drive around (be driven around LMFAO, shawty can’t drive 😔) i sing a lot (and i’m good at it!!!) and i only really watch anime nowadays 😭 i’m funny as fuck and i’m really intuitive. with people i like, i’m so gooey. always reaching and touching and sweet talking. i use pet names, too!! “honey, sweetheart, baby” platonically, romantically, for a platonic person i want romantically. it takes a lot for me to say i’m sorry (not a flex) and my ego + pride can get in the way a lot when arguing with an s/o. my love language is affection. grabbing someone’s arm, putting my legs in their lap, squeezing their face, etc, etc. i talk all this about being sweet uwu but when i really like someone, i’m so mean to them 💀 it’s how i flirt. i can get bossy and blatantly disrespectful 😭 i really like going back and forth w people, y’know? but it’s always in good fun. in my heart of hearts...😔...i just want someone who likes when i mouth off and will dick me down to put me in my place 💔”

notes: tui! first of all, step on my neck? please? you definitely sound like the kinda person i would hang out with, and so would kiri! i hope you enjoy your matchup and thank you for your support, lovebug ❥ NSFW drabble under the cut!

why i matched you:

» you want a man? of course kiri’s got you covered, he’s the whole package. he’s strong, courteous, and just the right mix of playful and mature that’ll make you wonder if he’s even a real person (not to mention handsome asf). this dude will do ANYTHING for you if it means he can put a smile on your face, and that includes driving you everywhere. and it doesn’t matter if you alternate between that sweet n’ salty attitude because, well, he is friends with bakugou so he has plenty of experience in dealing with both sides of you.

» the first thing that attracted kirishima to you was your humor, after that he made it his life’s purpose to hear you giggle when he can. absolutely loves the sound of your voice when you’re playful, and your laughter is literal music to his ears! there’s never a time where you can’t joke around with him, he’s always willing to have a good laugh and actually appreciates your ability to bring light to just about any situation that needs it. fun fact, the first time kiri met you you actually made him choke on his energy drink from an particularly funny punchline, and he swore then and there he’d make you his

» your pet names will 100% melt kiri’s heart every time you use them. he thinks it’s the cutest thing every when you call for him using one of his many nicknames, eyes widened slightly and brows furrowed inquisitively, using that slightly higher pitched voice to coo at him. and he adores it even more when you give him affectionate touching! he reciprocates both acts of love with just as much if not more energy. his favorite way of holding/cuddling you is pulling you into his lap, nestling you between his legs with his arms around your waist and chin on your shoulder - it’s the perfect position for him to whisper sweet nothings or absolute filth in your ear 

» kirishima is a very patient man, it takes a massive amount of pressure to get this invincible hero to crack. like i said before, he’s friends with one of the MOST hotheaded people on earth, so he somehow manages to keep you two in check when you need it most. he almost admires your stubborm, headtstrong attitude, honestly. and somehow, he’s still able to differentiate when you’re seriously angry or just poking fun at him with insults, so be sure to count your lucky stars you’re with someone who can read you like an open book!

» if you wanna be manhandled for being a brat, kirishima is your man. even the patience of a saint can be tested when it comes to sexual tension. he’s got so much muscle on him that he could lift you with one hand if he tried, which luckily, he often does when hoisting you over his shoulder with a playful smack to the ass as he hauls you off to the bedroom. kirishima is a dom, for sure. he only switches from hard dom to soft when you’re a good girl for daddy, though <3

drabble:

Your mouth got you into trouble more times than you could count. Your lack of filter and not-so-humble approach to situations often ended in arguments arising between friends, family, whoever made the mistake to try you that day. The blame was almost always put on the poor soul who poked at your temper, but after some time reflecting and possibly even consulting your boyfriend on the matter, you made the conscientious decision to resolve the situation in whatever way was appropriate. And that’s exactly what you’re doing right now - making amends for your foul mouth as you choke on said boyfriend’s fat cock.

Your knees were burning from the friction of the carpet below you, but the feeling of your slick dripping from your weeping cunt down the innermost part of your thigh and the delicious ache of your jaw as you welcome Kirishima’s length against your eager tongue easily turns the pain to pleasure. His hands were gripping either side of your head firmly as he thrusts at a harsh pace, thumb occasionally swiping away at stray tears that prick below your lash line from the suffocating feeling of him fucking your throat without mercy.

“Don’t have much to say when you gotta cock down your throat, huh, princess?” Kiri hisses when your throat tightens around him at a particularly shallow thrust, your nose hitting the tuft of hair at his pelvis making his chest rumble with a deep groan. The gravel in his voice and the filth of his words sends another wave of heat down straight to your gushing core. You look up at him through thick, wet lashes, batting them sweetly but your taunting eyes convey a completely different message.

The almost playful look in your blown out pupils doesn’t go unnoticed. Kirishima pulls himself away from you quickly but before you can even catch the breath you’d been deprived of for the past 10 minutes, he kneels down to your level with a strong hand gripping your cheeks, causing your lips to purse between his thumb and pointer. His tongue juts out to lap up the drool leaking from your abused mouth just before he nips at the tender skin of your bottom lip.

“Almost looks like you’re enjoying this, babygirl… maybe I need to fuck that attitude outta ya, is that what you want?” He tilts your head from side to side a bit, inspecting your every move in search for that brattiness that got you into this mess before pulling your face dangerously close to his with a smirk, “You want me to fuck you stupid so you can’t even think about running that pretty little mouth of yours anymore?”

Hope you weren’t planning on walking tomorrow.

matchups are CLOSED! thank you to those who entered or have been keeping up with this event! remember you can check to see updates on matchups + if your matchup has been posted via the #tumplaysmatchmaker tag!

[nejiraez]

handsy | amajiki tamaki

okay, this one is to the anon who requested “a sub/whiney” tamaki! 

no one look @ me after i post this...

posted mar 2, 2020 {written in my current age group 18/19}

genre: smut/handjob

summary: tamaki needs to be destressed and relaxed with how pent up his work has made him. but luckily, his s/o is right there to help him!

Tamaki was a hard worker. And a great one at that too.

As someone who worked as a diligent hero, saving the lives of others and was faced with tough situations that pushed him out of his comfort zone, it was regular for him to be overwhelmed and pent up once his day was done.

Seeing him all tired and drained out of energy from doing the thing he loved made you weary and concerned for his well-being. 

So as his S/O, why wouldn’t you want to help your poor baby out and give him the relief he needed. Despite the many times he’d have to assure you that he was “alright”.

“You said this week was a stressful one for you, right Tamaki?” You ask him one night that he had returned home from work. You had made Tamaki sit down on the edge of your bed as soon as he walked in.  

Tamaki nods in an apprehensive manner, not quite sure what you were getting at... yet. 

“Then allow me to make it better~”

The feeling of your lips pressed against Tamaki’s neck cause him to squeeze his eyes shut. His sharp inhales of air gradually turn into a string of gasps and soft noises that you determine to be moans.

“(Y/N), what- ” But his sentence was cut short with a loud yelp once you shifted from his neck to his sensitive ears. The colour in his cheeks increases with hue, due to how much stimulation he was getting off from just by you nipping at his pointed ears.

It wasn’t until you began to gyrate your hips against his in slow, taunting circles, did he begin to be vocal with his thoughts. His moans were becoming more pitched and breathy, while he began to buck his hips into yours hoping that he’d get to feel more.

“Please,” Amajiki breathes before he buries his red face deeper into your neck to hide his expression. Sweat was slowly building underneath his brow, with how hot and desperate his movements were.

The way that he acts so bashful with you despite the amorous state you both were in never fails to have you whipped by his endearing charms.  “Do that again...”

“Do what?”

He’s silent for a few seconds before you feel his hands squeeze at your sides. His fingertips glide against your skin and a soft prodding against the inside of your thigh can be felt.

Of course, he had gotten hard from a heated session of making out.

“I have an even better idea,” you say, lifting yourself off from Tamaki’s lap to crawl out from his line of vision.

The loss of contact of you pressed against him leaves Tamaki deflated. He opens his mouth to protest that he doesn’t want you to stop. Not now.

However, he immediately shuts up once your chest is pushed up against his back with your arms draped across his torso. His eyes follow your hands as they smooth their way down his shirt which brushes against his built stomach and stop at the waistband of his pants.

There’s a long pause in the room that’s filled with the elevated sounds of Tamaki’s breaths. All he could do was sit there, hoping that you’d just: Touch. Him.

And you do.

“Oh... (Y/N)...” he exhales. He was an absolute mess once your hands slip beneath his boxers to get a better grip on him.  

“It’s warm,” you say to nobody in particular. A hand flies to Tamaki’s face in embarrassment at your lewd statement. 

“Do you want to keep going?” You ask, pulling your hand away from his lap to assure that what you were about to do was something that he was interested in as well.

Tamaki frantically nods, hoping that you would resume your movements on his dick again. “Y-Yes...” He breathes, his hand moves to cover your wrist and he positions your palm back down to him again, encouraging you to keep going. “It feels nice...”

The slightest movements you made had an effect on Tamaki. Since he was able to see where your hand was going to and had the knowledge that someone else was enough to have him on edge; he was already squirming at the thought of it.

Having you do the work for him was ten times better and more pleasant than him jerking himself off. 

You smooth your thumb over his tip and another pathetic mewl is ripped from his throat at the movement.

Wanting to see and feel him better, you release him from the confinement of his boxers and in a caressing manner, you pull at his dick. Causing him to whine.

The unrestrained, sugarcoated noises Tamaki made went straight to your stomach, making you feel abundant with a warm adoration for how vocal he was.

Encouraged by his sounds, you began to quicken your movements and squeeze him tighter, so that he could cum.

“You’re doing really well, Tama,” you praise, knowing that he got off exceptionally well to your praises. You pumping techniques change into a faster pace once Tamaki’s shoulders begin to tremble. “Look at how long you’ve lasted.”

“A-Ah!” Tamaki cries out while bursts of pleasure spurt throughout his body. Your boyfriend doubles over, his heavy breathing causes his chest to heave with slight exasperation. “Coming...! I - !”

Tamaki chokes upon his words as a strangled moan escapes past his delicate lips. He tosses his head back against your shoulder and a pathetic whine hangs in the air as he coats your fingers with his cum.

You blink and stare down at your hand which was now covered in your boyfriend’s sticky residue.

He came a lot.

Tamaki inhales a shaky breath and flops his back against the mattress, taking a moment to fully catch his breath. 

He was well spent.

He offers you a tiny glance from behind his forearm which was covering the upper half of his face. His shy exterior has returned. “Uhm... t-thank you, (Y/N)-san...” 

“Hm?” You vocalize, glancing away from your hand once you heard his words of gratitude. “Ah, you’re welcome... But...”

Your tongue darts toward the palm of your hand and you lick one long stripe across it— all while maintaining eye contact with Tamaki, to which he whimpers at the provocative action. The lower depths of his belly stir begin to stir again with lust at how suggestive you were.

He tasted sweet.

“Who said we were done?”

the other anon’s rq shall finish this up^ which will come out later

[luobingmeis]

For the four word prompt, if you’re willing: “You don’t want me” and taakitz?

i have been thinking abt this prompt ever since i got it bc, on the one hand, the angst potential, on the other hand, i physically refuse to let myself let my first taakitz fic be angst

so let’s do this omfg

“You don’t want me.”

Kravitz laughed, his back to Taako, though Taako still glared at Kravitz’s reflection in the mirror as he straightened out his tie.

“You don’t want me,” Taako sighed, letting himself dramatically curl further into the mountain of pillows left on their bed, “And you’re laughing at me.”

“Darling, I’m laughing with you,” Kravitz said, and his reflection winked at Taako. Taako’s composure almost broke -Kravitz always managed to look so fucking charming with that stupid wink and smirk- but he had a point to make.

“Well, that’s bullshit, my dude!” Taako splayed himself out on the bed, glaring up at the ceiling. His hand brushed against Cat #2, who apparently had been trying to sleep, because she made an annoyed mrrp noise before leaping off the bed. “I’m not laughing at shit.”

Kravitz laughed again, and Taako wanted to kick himself at how much he absolutely loved the sound. Fuck, he’s gone soft. He would say that Lup would give him so much shit for it if she was here but, then again, she really couldn’t say much; Taako was the one who had to deal with years of Barry and Lup pining for each other.

Merle and Magnus would definitely give him shit for it, though, and he simply couldn’t have that.

“You know I want you,” Kravitz said, grabbing his cloak from the corner of the mirror. He wrapped it around his shoulders and, finally, turned on his heel to look at Taako. “How could I not?”

Taako narrowed his eyes, though, at Kravitz’s comment, he couldn’t keep the smallest of smiles off his face. “Don’t think you can flatter yourself out of this one.”

Kravitz arched an eyebrow. “Flatter myself out of telling you I can’t bring you with me to work?”

“Bingo,” Taako said, raising an arm up from where he was lying and shooting a finger-gun at Kravitz.

“I can’t-”

“You don’t want me,” Taako repeated, sing-song, now examining his nails.

Kravitz laughed -again, lovely, but all of the laughing this early in the morning was going to kill Taako’s heart- and Taako heard him walk across their floor until he was standing right next to Taako’s bed side. “How about you explain to me,” he said, looking down at Taako with a stupid, loving smile, “How me literally not being able to bring you with me while I work equates to me not wanting you?”

“You see Lup more than I do sometimes, and she’s my sister,” Taako said. “You know, I would accuse you of using me to get to her, but-”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

“Exactly, my man,” Taako said, nodding, “But maybe you’re using me to get to Lup so you can use her to get to Barold? Maybe he’s the one you’ve wanted all along.”

Kravitz scoffed, beaming. “Don’t worry, my dear, I like a man with more style than bluejeans.”

Taako hummed in agreement. “Which is exactly why you should release me from this boredom and let me join, no?”

“I don’t think I see the logic there.”

“Well, maybe you’re not thinking hard enough.”

“Don’t you have work to do for the School?”

“I always have work to do.” Taako shrugged. “Hasn’t stopped me before.”

“I’m sure Ren must love that.”

Taako jutted an accusatory finger at Kravitz. “No more deflecting!” he ordered. “I’m sure you can pull some strings with RQ and let me observe.”

"I’ve pulled many strings for my Queen,” Kravitz deadpanned. “Most of which allowed you and your friends and your sister to live.”

“And you did a great job,” Taako said, reaching to take Kravitz’s hand. Kravitz immediately laced their fingers together and, almost instinctively, Taako squeezed his hand. “Now, pull one more.”

Kravitz smiled and shook his head before leaning down to press a kiss to Taako’s forehead. “I have to go,” he said, his voice low and soft. “Besides, you’d just be bored anyway.”

Taako raised an eyebrow. “Bored with my boyfriend, my sister, and my brother-in-law all hunting run-away souls?” he asked. “Oh, yeah, sounds terrible.”

“It really is,” Kravitz teased and, when he straightened up, Taako finally gave up on his plan. “I’ll be back later.”

“You better,” Taako murmured, keeping a hold on Kravitz hand.

“Shouldn’t be too long today,” Kravitz said and traced his thumb over Taako’s hand.

Maybe Taako wasn’t the only one who didn’t want Kravitz to leave.

“I’ll be here,” Taako said.

“I can bring us back something to eat,” Kravitz continued, “So you can actually rest today.”

Taako smiled. “How kind of you.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Kravitz said, smiling back. “You know, in return for leaving you to your lonesome.”

Taako sighed dramatically. “You might owe me something more than some good take-out, my dude.”

“I’ll think of something I can do,” Kravitz said, still smiling. With one final handsqueeze, Kravitz started to pull away only for Taako to tug him back. Before Kravitz could question him, Taako pulled him down for one final kiss, and Kravitz immediately leaned into it. Just as the couple started to become very relaxed into their kiss and Taako thought he could perhaps have Kravitz to himself for a little bit more, Kravitz’s Stone of Farspeech lit up.

“Hey, Krav!” Lup’s voice said from the other line. “Hurry the fuck up! We have shit to do and asses to kick today!”

Kravitz and Taako instantly broke away, both breathing out a collective sigh that trailed into a laugh. Kravitz clicked off his Stone and finally pulled away.

“I’ll be back later,” Kravitz repeated.

“Bye,” Taako said, finally sitting up on their bed. He watched as Kravitz materialized his scythe in his hand and, with a fluid swipe, cut a hole in their dimension that lead to the Astral Plane.

Before stepping through, Kravitz looked at Taako one last time. “I love you.”

Taako felt his face heat up, just slightly. “I love you, too.”

Kravitz stepped through the tear in reality and, once it closed behind him, a grin broke out on Taako’s face.

Fuck, he really had gone soft, but if having mornings (and afternoons and nights and days and years) like this with Kravitz was the price to pay, then Taako would find a way to deal.