#it made me laugh so much ily anon thank you

[beanghostprincess]

Alvida and Benn solidarity/venting snail calls whenever Buggy or Shanks get like that (insane) about each other. Benn had to sit through a 3 hour wedding planning session for Shanks and Buggy's hypothetical wedding during which a very drunk Shanks intermittently sobbed over Buggy's hair or the fact Buggy has him blocked on everything. Immediately after he called Alvida, who had to deal with Buggy almost destroying half the island because his Shanks venting cannonball firing session went awry, and they just complained to each other for 3 hours. No one else really gets their pain except maybe Mihawk who has experienced both sides of the shuggy brand of bullshit

Benn, Alvida, and Mihawk wine and cheese party sessions in which they only complain about these two idiots to the point of actually genuinely getting along. Nobody knows about these meetings except them and they literally don't give a single fuck about pirating or rivalry because they're busy talking shit.

[brawnie]

I see you're in the OP yaoi mines again eh Brawns?

Guys help my yaoi habits are being studied by my followers and probably charted somewhere on an excel sheet. Do you think my yaoi consumption can be tracked by moon phases or something

[beomiracles]

Hiiiiii! I've been your avid reader for a long time and i got the courage to finally ask about a request. Congratulations BTW! ❤ I just want to request a fic about Yeonjun. The clip where he removed his maroon vest and slowly unbuttoning his short with a fvcking smirk plastered on his face. 😭 if you know the clip i am talking about, please i beg youuu. I beg you for a president-secretary council trope. I want him to be the most gentle president he is but quiet aggresive on bed. Like, he loves back scratches, neck biting and hickey. (I am begging you, excuse me, because I am ovulating 😔😔😔) And please do iclude that clip if possible, thank you so much, i love you and your works! ❤❤❤

-🦭 white seal

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... hehe white seal anon wtf ily :( I never even knew I needed this Yeonjun until today ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

wc -> 1.4k

pairings president!yeonjun x secretary!reader (afab) warnings unprotected sex, creampie, marking lots lots, hair pulling, semi-public

Choi Yeonjun had this aura around him, it was almost like he was glowing. You think it was that glow that made people feel drawn to him. His gentle and kind nature, it usually got him what he wanted. The press conferences, the interviews, the marketing, Yeonjun knew how to persuade people into following him. He never raised his voice, not once, and he always approached anything with a smile. 

You were no different, and you quickly fell for his charms as you applied for the position that would get you the closest to him.  — You had just never imagined that being his secretary also meant being bent over his desk as he pounded into you from behind. The glow previously surrounding him would completely evaporate the second he hiked your skirt up above your waist. It was like he became someone completely different. Someone you loved. 

Cheek pressed against the cool wood of his office desk, your knuckles had since long turned white as they gripped the edge of the table harshly, your nails were surely leaving dents against the clear paint. One of Yeonjun’s large hands on your lower back keeps you still under him as he snaps his hips against yours, the sheer force he used threatening to make your eyes roll back. 

“Rethink the sales plan?” He scoffs to himself, his free hand snaking between your thighs to rub harshly against your clit, making you yelp as you screw your eyes shut. He shakes his head, a breathy laugh ripping from his throat. “Rethink it?” — “Do they think this is some kind of charity work?” He grunts as the hand between your legs moves to the curve of your ass, gently caressing it before he digs his fingers into the soft flesh. 

You could clearly recall how it all started. It was barely past 10am and you had gone through about a fourth of today’s tasks. Scheduling and rescheduling both interviews and meetings was almost like fitting pieces into a disorganized puzzle. — The large doors to his office had been ripped open with such force that you had flinched in your seat. Glancing up just in time to see Yeonjun kicking them shut with his feet, his hands already working on unbuttoning his shirt when his gaze met yours. 

“Desk, now.” Was all he had said and you scrambled to your feet as you scurried over, immediately dropping any current task on your hands as you carefully bent over the clean wood. You knew better than to ask what had happened, and even though your curiosity was at its peak, you bit your tongue in better judgment. 

Yeonjun had quickly discarded both his tie and blazer, his shirt halfway open before he gave up with a groan, large hands grabbing ahold of your skirt as he pulled it up along your thighs. Quickly yanking your panties down to your knees, his fingers wasted no time in coating themselves in your already pooling arousal. — During your first week here you had found out that he wasn’t one for foreplay, especially not when someone had pissed him off. 

That was how you found yourself like this, tears welling in your eyes as your teeth threatened to break the skin on your lips. Yeonjun’s pace doesn’t waver for even a second and his grip on your ass is bound to leave a mark. “Fuck babe, what do they want from me?” He seethes as he buries himself deeper, his cock brushing up against every inch of you. “I…I don’t know..” You splutter between gasps and he huffs behind you. 

The ever monotone sound of his phone ringing makes your eyes snap open as a small chill runs down your spine. Somewhere above you, Yeonjun lets out an exasperated groan as he reaches for the small device. When your wide eyes meet his he gives you a stern look as he motions for you to stay quiet. Before you have the chance to realize what he’s about to do he presses the device against his ear, a small “hm?” leaving his lips as his hips snap against yours once more, his brows drawing together at the way you clenched around him. 

Clasping a hand over your mouth you choke down your whines as you hear the faint voice of someone else on the other line. Yeonjun sighs as he pulls back, just enough to where his tip remains, before he slams back into you, making the pencils on the desk rattle. “No, I’ll get around to it later”, he mutters as his free hand trails across your back, pushing up beneath your shirt and you shiver. 

There’s a brief pause as he stills inside of you, and you almost wanted to cry at the lack of friction. Whatever the person on the other side was saying it had to be important. The frown on his face only deepens as he sighs, “tell them that I’ll get back to them.” — “No of course not, tell them that I would be happy to”, his voice is light and cheerful, the voice he used when he was working, the voice that got people on his side. 

“Ah, thank you. That would be wonderful, yes.” 

The second the call cuts he slams his phone against the table right in front of your eyes and you flinch. “Piece of fucking shit”, he grunts as he pulls out of you, two hands on your waist as he hoists you up and flips you over, making you face him. Your hands find his shoulders on instinct as he pushes himself inside once more, and you moan as you let your head fall back. 

“Why the fuck do we even have them hired?” His teeth graze the skin of your neck as he peppers your skin in harsh kisses, his frustration easily simmering out into the angry red marks he leaves on your body. You don’t reply as your sharp nails dig into his shoulders, trailing down his back with such force that you think it might hurt, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he groans against your skin, his cock twitching deep inside of you. 

“Fuck do that again, babe.” He breathes as his pace only increases, one of his hands rooting themselves in your hair, his tight grip causing a burning sensation to spread throughout your scalp. The feeling has your nails digging further into his back as Yeonjun pulls the skin of your neck between his teeth. 

His thrust slowly grows jagged and his free hand moves down to stimulate your clit as he urges you to finish alongside him. You cry out as you pull him closer, inevitably pushing his lips against your own. At first you freeze, while the two of you were intimate more than often, kissing was something you rarely did. Thinking you had overstepped, you were ready to pull back when he suddenly kissed you back, the grip on your hair preventing you from shying away. 

With a small moan you feel yourself throb around him as your climax hits, and you shudder against his lips. A harsh and final snap of his hips makes him groan as he releases himself inside of you, the hot sensation clouding your thoughts as he continued to fuck his cum back into you. — Within seconds he was hard again and you whimpered at the uncomfortable overstimulation. 

“Reschedule all my meetings for today.” 

“Never thought you’d make it”, Taehyun says as Yeonjun takes a seat next to him, quickly calling the bartender over to order himself something to drink. “No?” He muses as he runs a hand through his hair. — “We’ve been here an hour already”, Beomgyu adds as he sets his empty glass down against the bar counter. 

Yeonjun rolls his eyes as he pushes the sleeves of his shirt up. “Got held up at work”, he shrugs as he receives his drink. “You seem to do that a lot”, Beomgyu mutters as he too orders himself another round. — Taehyun on the other hand had gone completely silent as he studied his friend’s now exposed forearms. 

“What the fuck happenend to you?” He motions toward the angry red marks trailing down his arms and Yeonjun cocks an eyebrow toward his skin, images of your sharp nails flashing across his eyes as a smirk grows on his lips. 

“Ah, this? Just the cat.”

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[moonjxsung]

HIHIHHIHIHIHHIHHII NEW HERE😍😍

OKAY.... THOUGHTS ON SLOPPY MAKE OUT WITH LIKE CHAN OR HAN??

I THINK HAN WOULD BE SO WHINY LIKE

“m- mmm..~ baby..“ HE WOULD RUN HIS TOUNGE ALL OVER YOUR LIPS😩 AND THEN YOU WOULD LIKE SLOWLY GRIND ON HIM AND???😈😈

AND THEN CHAN😈…

you would just like. Omg sloppy make out with Chan is just so loving and slow and hands everywhere.

GRUNTS GROWLS. YOU NAME IT??🥹

yes. I’m sorry I just had to get this out😅can I be⬜️ annon?

Sloppy makeout session with Jisung is a fucking dream come true, hands literally grasping every inch of your body he can get to, little moans escaping from his lips into yours and his eyebrows arched in a neverending state of pleasure because it feels so fucking good kissing you for hours on end (probably secretly hoping he’ll get to fuck you at some point if we’re being so real). Definitely not one to hover over you long because he’d much rather pull you onto his lap and let you grind down on his half-hard cock until you do indulge him in a good fuck. Whiny!!! So fucking whiny!!!!! “Baby, grind down on it a little harder, god you drive me crazy” Probably makes it really fun too- laughs in between kisses, loves to pull back from you and admire the way your lipstick is smeared all over his face. Wholly endeared by how disheveled his hair is because you’ve been tangling your fingers in it all evening and gripping the back of his neck to work hickeys down his neck. Just a fun experience overall, “good fuck and a better lover” type beat.

Chan is more sensual than Jisung is- contrast to Jisung, he loves to be hovering over you and in charge of the whole thing. Kisses you until his lips hurt, doesn’t always have the intention to end the night by making love to you, but does want you to feel as good as if he was. He definitely plans for makeout sessions like the romantic geek he is- chooses some romantic playlist and whispers sweet nothings in between Chase Atlantic songs while he’s working his lips against yours like he hasn’t done it in years. Every time he kisses you it’s like the first time you made out; full of longing, passion, yearning to be as close to you as possible. Chan is very keen in burying his face in the crook of your neck and just letting his lips and his teeth graze there, littering your flesh in hickies and marking you so that damn near everybody knows what you were up to the night before. Also has a habit of making it fun coupled with the seriousness, will definitely laugh when you squirm in his touch or let out little moans at the sensation of his lips against you. “That feel good? Yeah? Does my girl like that?”

(Adding 🌫️ to the anon list thank u for this delicious thought YUM ily !!!!!)

[mononijikayu]

req - jjk characters (gojo lol) saying 'i know, baby, i know' when babying/comforting yn. ervyabebwyrogbrw

please feel no rush/pressure for this and look after yourself :)

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ જ⁀➴ '𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰' ╽ jjk + men

< satoru, suguru, kento, yuuji and megumi x comforting you >

GENRE: jjk men x reader

WARNING/S: alternate universe - canon convergence, romance, lovers, domesticity, fluff, comfort, hurt/comfort, crying, cuddling and snuggling, humor, teasing, pet names (love, babe, baby, etc), mention of period pains, mention of crying, mention of discomfort, mention of weariness, depiction of sad moments;

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

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note: im going to be out for a bit cause of my brother's birthday, so i wanted to write this to leave you with something lovely everyone~ thank you anon for your request~ i hope you like it~ ily <3

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when your favorite cafe snack isn’t available — gojo satoru.

you had been looking forward to your favorite snack all week—a sweet, indulgent treat from your favorite café that never failed to lift your spirits. but when you arrived and scanned the display case, your heart sank. the spot where your beloved snack usually sat was empty, replaced by a small sign that read, "temporarily unavailable."

your disappointment was palpable, and as you turned away from the counter, you couldn't help but feel a little downcast. you knew that it was a small thing, but sometimes the little comforts made all the difference when you’ve been dealt hard missions.

gojo satoru, your partner, accompanied you to the café. its late at night, so he didn’t want to see you go by yourself. when you lowered your head, he immediately noticed your change in mood. he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing in circles. 

"hey baby, what's wrong?" he asked softly, concerned about lacing his voice. 

"they don't have it," you sighed, trying to brush off the disappointment but failing to keep the sadness from your voice. "it's silly, i know, but i was really looking forward to it."

your satoru's eyes softened with understanding, and he pulled you into a gentle hug. "it's not silly, baby." he murmured, holding you close. "i know how much you love it."

you sighed and leaned into his embrace, taking comfort in his warmth and presence. "i guess i just had my hopes up, babes." you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed by how much it affected you. “it is pretty late.”

satoru chuckled softly, resting his chin on top of your head. "it's okay, baby. i know," he said reassuringly. "we all have those little things that make us happy. i’m sorry they don’t have it today."

you smiled against his chest, feeling a bit better just being in his arms. "thank you, babes. you always know how to make me feel better."

he pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a playful glint. "how about we go find another café that has something else you love? Or maybe I'll even try to make it for you at home. could be a disaster, but i'm willing to give it a shot, baby."

you laughed at the thought of your satoru in the kitchen, knowing full well his culinary skills were hit-or-miss. "that sounds perfect, babes." you agreed, the disappointment starting to fade away with his support. "i'd love to see you try."

gojo satoru grinned, his enthusiasm infectious. "then it's a date, baby!" he declared, kissing your cheek. “come on, baby!” 

taking your hand and leading you out of the café, ready to turn your day around with his unwavering love and optimism. you were lucky to have him.

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when you’re very overworked — geto suguru.

these past few weeks had been a whirlwind of missions and responsibilities. they’ve given you mission after mission and you hated it. this leaves you feeling like you were about to get sick — feeling exhausted and worn thin. as a jujutsu sorcerer, you were no stranger to hard work, but lately, the demands had been relentless, leaving little time for rest or self-care.

one evening, as you returned home from another long day, geto suguru to immediately notice the way your fatigue was etched all over your beautiful features. your suguru was sitting in the living room, surrounded by books and papers, researching his next mission. he notices when you come home all the time, so he looked up as soon as you walked in, concern flashing across his face as you stood there.

"you look exhausted, baby." suguru said softly, rising from his seat to greet you. his purple eyes, always filled with warmth and tenderness, mirrored the concern you felt but couldn’t voice. "have you been overworking yourself again?"

you sighed, running a hand through your hair, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on you. "yeah, baby. it's  just been... a lot," you admitted, your voice weary.

your suguru approached you, his expression shifting from concern to determination. "come here, baby." he said gently, guiding you to the couch and urging you to sit down. "you need to take a break."

you couldn’t help but just sink into the cushions, grateful for the chance to rest. your suguru sat beside you, his presence comforting and reassuring. "let me take care of you tonight, baby" he offered, his voice filled with quiet resolve.

you couldn’t help but smile, touched by his love and care. “you don't have to do that, sugu, baby."

your suguru shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "but i want to. you already do so much for everyone else. let me do something for you."

your suguru got up and disappeared into the kitchen, and you could hear the clattering of dishes and the sound of water running. a few moments later, your lover returned with a cup of tea, offering it to you with a gentle smile. 

"here, drink this. it'll help you relax, baby."

you took the cup, feeling the warmth seep into your hands. "thank you, sugu. baby." you said, taking a sip and savoring the calming aroma. the tea was soothing, a perfect remedy for the day's stress. “you’re so good to me.”

he smiles, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “you’ll do the same for me, baby.”

“i love you.” you smiled up to him, drinking your tea again.

“i love you too, baby.” he grins, his fingers running down your hair. "you’re doing an incredible job, baby." 

“thank you baby.”

“but take care of yourself, hm? your health matters most.”

you nodded. "i know. i just... i feel like there's always so much to do."

he  gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "and you'll get it done, i have no doubt. but you don’t have to do it alone. let me help you, okay?"

his words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, filling the cracks that exhaustion had left behind. "Okay, baby." you agreed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

as the evening wore on, your suguru kept his promise, ensuring you were comfortable and cared for. he drew a warm bath, cooked a simple but delicious dinner, and made sure you took the time to unwind. with each small act of kindness, you felt your energy slowly returning, the weight of the day lifting from your shoulders.

by the time night fell, you were curled up on the couch with your suguru, your head resting on his shoulder. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft crackle of the fireplace and the rhythmic sound of his breathing.

"thank you for taking care of me, baby" you murmured, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. “you’re so good to me.”

suguru smiled, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. "anytime, baby." he replied softly. "i’m here for you, always."

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when your favorite character dies — nanami kento.

the moment you heard the news on twitter, your heart sank. your manga favorite character, the one who had inspired you and brought so much joy into your life, was gone. you’ve never felt like this before. this felt like a piece of your world had shifted, leaving behind an unexpected emptiness that you couldn't quite comprehend.  

slowly, as the reality settled in, you found yourself sitting on the couch, clutching a pillow tightly, tears welling up in your eyes little by little. you didn’t want to be dramatic but the loss of a beloved character was a reminder of the fleeting nature of life, even in the world of fiction, and it weighed heavily on your heart. it felt like the sun will never shine again.

nanami kento noticed your quiet distress as he entered the room. getting home, he was really worried. on thursdays, you get quiet when spoilers for your favorite manga drops. but you immediately reply to him. it’s been hours now and he was concerned.

your beloved nanami kento had always been perceptive, understanding the small things that brought you happiness and, in turn, the things that could break your heart. he approached you with a calm presence, sitting down beside you.  

"hey, baby." he said softly, placing a gentle hand on your back. "’heard about what happened. i'm sorry, baby."  

you looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "it sounds silly, doesn't it? being so upset over a fictional character, ken-ken." you said, trying to brush it off, but the pain in your voice betrayed your true feelings. “this is horrible, ken-ken.”

your nanami shook his head, his expression kind and understanding. "it's not silly. we can form connections with stories and characters because they mean something to us. so, don’t worry about being sad. it's okay to feel like this too."  

you nodded, feeling a bit reassured by his words, but the grief was still there, a persistent ache. Without another word, your nanami pulled you into a gentle embrace, wrapping his arms around you securely. you were so lucky to have him, your 2d man. your truest love.

"it's okay to cry, baby." he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to your heart. "i'm here. you can let it all out."  

and you did. you let the tears flow, feeling the weight of your emotions being shared with someone who understood and cared. your nanami held you close, offering quiet comfort and a safe space to grieve your beloved manga beloved.

after a while, when the tears had subsided and your breathing had steadied, your nanami pulled back slightly, looking at you with gentle eyes. "feeling a little better?" he asked softly.  

you nodded, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "a little bit, ken-ken." you admitted, managing a small, grateful smile. "thank you, ken-ken. it really helps having you here. it makes me feel better."  

your lover smiled back, a warm, reassuring expression that made you feel valued and understood. no one had made you feel this comfortable being like this, ever. only him. Your beloved. 

"anytime," he replied, reaching out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "and if you need to talk more about it or anything else, i’m always here to listen. about this manga husband of yours or someone else."  

nanami shifted his position, reaching for a cozy blanket and draping it over your shoulders. "why don't we watch something together, baby?” he suggested, gesturing towards the television. "something light and uplifting. it might help take your mind off things, hm?"  

you nodded, appreciating the distraction. "that sounds nice, ken–ken." you agreed, settling back against the cushions.  

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when you watch too many cute videos and you get overwhelmed — yuuji itadori.

It had been one of those days where you found yourself falling down a rabbit hole of cute cat and dog videos online. your little brother had sent you a video that led to another, and soon, you were lost in a world of fluffy kittens and playful puppies, your heart swelling with each adorable clip.

as the hours passed, the sheer amount of cuteness became overwhelming. you found yourself tearing up, emotions bubbling up unexpectedly as you watched a video of a tiny kitten being rescued or a puppy reuniting with its owner. you couldn't help it; the happiness was so intense that it left you feeling a bit frazzled and emotionally raw.

yuuji happened to walk into the room just as you were openly crying, your face buried in your hands. his eyes widened in concern, and he quickly came over to sit beside you.

"hey, babe, what's wrong?" he asked, gently rubbing your back as you sniffled and tried to compose yourself.

you let out a shaky laugh, feeling a little embarrassed for getting so emotional over cute videos. "it's just... i don't know," you hiccupped, wiping away your tears. "i've been watching all these cat and dog videos, and now i'm just so overwhelmed by how adorable they are!"

yuuji grinned, clearly relieved that it wasn't something more serious. "ah, i get it. they're so cute that it just hits you right in the heart, huh?" he said, giving you a sympathetic pat on the back. "i didn't know cute overload was a real thing until now!"

you nodded, chuckling through your tears. "yeah, i guess i wasn't prepared for this emotional rollercoaster," you said, feeling a bit more at ease with his lighthearted approach.

"well, how about we take a break from all the cuteness for a bit?" yuuji suggested, his voice cheerful and comforting. "we could go for a walk or do something else to clear your mind. what do you think?"

you nodded, grateful for the suggestion. "a walk sounds nice," you agreed, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of stepping away from the emotional overload.

yuuji stood up and offered his hand to help you off the couch. as you took it, you felt a wave of warmth and comfort from his touch, his easygoing nature already helping to soothe your frazzled nerves.

as you both headed outside, yuuji started talking about random things, trying to distract you with stories about his day and sharing funny moments that had happened recently. his energy was contagious, and soon you found yourself laughing along with him, the heaviness in your chest starting to lift.

"see? you're already feeling better, babe!" yuuji said with a grin as you walked through the park, the fresh air doing wonders to clear your mind. "sometimes you just need a change of scenery."

you nodded, appreciating how effortlessly he knew how to make things better. "thank you, yuuji," you said sincerely, feeling lucky to have him by your side. "you're always so good at cheering me up."

he gave you a warm smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you continued your walk. "it's easy when i'm with you, babe." he replied, his voice full of genuine affection. “i love you, hm?”

you giggled. “love you too, babe.”

by the time you returned home, you felt much more at ease, the overwhelming emotions from earlier having subsided. yuuji made you a cup of hot cocoa and some snacks. both of you settled down together in a snuggle pile on the couch, determined to keep the good vibes going.

"remember, no more cute videos for a while, babe!" he teased gently, nudging you playfully. "or at least take it slow next time!"

you laughed, grateful for his support and understanding. "i'll try, babe." you promised, snuggling closer to him, feeling comforted and content.

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when you’re on your period and its been painful — fushiguro megumi.

the cramps had started early in the morning, a dull ache that gradually intensified until it felt like a storm was raging inside you. this was one of those cycles—one of the bad ones. you really tried to go about your day, but the pain and discomfort were relentless, leaving you feeling drained and frustrated. tears were brimming through your eyes all day. you haven’t told megumi, but it’s rough to disturb him when he’s training.

so, you decided you would find dealing with this by yourself the only choice. you were curled up on the couch, a heating pad pressed against your abdomen, trying to find some relief. the room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the harsh light, as even that seemed too much to bear. but you’ll get through it. you always have. and you will again.

fushiguro megumi walked in, his expression softening with concern as soon as he saw you. kugisaki had called him, because you weren’t answering the knocks on your dorm door. he had noticed the signs earlier, the subtle winces and the way you held yourself, and he knew you were in pain. he sighed and shifted your hair away from your face, eyes narrowed tenderly.

"hey, dummy." he said, his tone gruff but filled with concern as he sat beside you. he presses his palm against your forehead. "how are you feeling?"

you let out a small sigh, giving him a tired smile. "not great, babe." you admitted, appreciating his presence. "this cycle is rough. it hurts so bad."

megumi nodded, a little furrow of worry on his brow. "why didn’t you tell me earlier?" he muttered, reaching out to gently brush your back as you sniffed some air. “you know i don’t like it when you’re sick, you dummy.”

“but you were busy.” your lips echo a tender pout, eyes brimming with wetness.

“i don’t care if i’m busy.” he sighs, brushing your face softly. his tender eyes were always so loving to you. “i want to take care of you, i always do. so let me, okay?”

you sniffed your tears away. “hm, okay.”

"is there anything i can do to help?" his thoughtfulness was a balm to your discomfort, and you felt a little lighter knowing he was there to support you. “what you need me to do to care for you, babe?”

"could you maybe make some warm tea?" you asked, hoping the warmth might help ease the cramps a bit. "and get snacks? please?”

"yeah, yeah. i’ll be right back." he replied, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

you could hear him moving around, the sound of water boiling and the comforting clink of mugs being prepared. he rummaged through your cabinets to get you some snacks. he already knows what you like. but your mood changed a lot when you get your period. he had to be sure.

"you want chocolate, right?"

"yeah, babe. i’d like those. thank you, babe.” you said, a bit more relieved. you could see his red ears from all the way here. you grinned slightly. “it’s cute how you’re blushing.”

“i–i’m not, shut up!”

“how cute my boyfriend is!”

“cut it out, you dummy!”

he returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup of herbal tea and a couple of snacks, including your favorite chocolate bar. he set them down on the table in front of you, giving you a small smile as you took his hand and squeezed it. you knew you’d always be cared for, because he’s always here. he’ll never make you feel anything but happy, loved and comforted.

"here you go," he said, sitting back down beside you. "and i brought some snacks too, just in case you’re hungry."

you smiled at his thoughtfulness, taking a sip of the tea and feeling its warmth spread through you. "thank you, babe. you have no idea how lovely this is. this helps a lot."

he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "it’s nothing, dummy. let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

as the day went on, megumi stayed by your side, quietly taking care of you in all the ways that mattered. he made sure you were comfortable, adjusted the pillows behind your back, and even put on one of your favorite movies to help distract you from the pain.

when the cramps became particularly intense, he would sit close, offering gentle words of encouragement and occasionally rubbing your back in soothing circles. his presence was a steady anchor, helping you feel less alone in your discomfort. he kissed your temple tenderly, as soft as a feather. everything about his gentleness made you feel so loved.

"remember to drink plenty of water, okay?" he reminded you gently, handing you a glass. "and don’t hesitate to tell me if you need anything else."

"thank you, megumi," you said again, feeling overwhelmed by his love. "i’m really lucky to have you."

he gave you a soft look, his green–blue orbs full of love. "....i’m just glad i can be here for you, you know that." he replied, his voice sincere. "i like taking care of you."

"i know you do." you whispered, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his lips. "love you, babe."

he blushed slightly, looking away. "…love you too."

[femd-archive]

hiiii!! omg i love ur work sm it just scratches an itch i’ve had forever, i’ve always loved the dom reader + sub male character relationship and ur work is perfect! if it’s okay could i be 🌺 anon if you use the emoji system for that?

i have a request if ur taking them atm, i saw ur sub kenji oneshots and i was wondering if you’d be interested in writing a subby kenji x reader w a lot of miscommunication or general angst bc that’s my absolute fave!! w all the smut you want ofc!

and if you don’t want to take the request that’s totally cool! i really just wanted to tell you ur writing is amazing and ily!

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hello! thanks for ur request :] and of course u can be 🌺 anon! i also love angst, more so the hurt/comfort trope, but i'm really bad at writting it (╥‸╥) so this was my attempt to write a hurt/comfort fic for the first time. hope u like it! i'll practice to make it better next time (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

p.s.: i didn't add much smut, mostly because my brain is fried :p

NOT ALONE

pairing: ultraman: rising — ken sato x fem!reader

word counting: 2.7k

content warning: arguing | kenji is so stressed :( | riding | unprotected sex | masturbation (female)

side note: english is not my first lenguage, so i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes

You notice, of course you notice.

You love and care for Kenji too much to not notice the dark circles under his eyes because of the lack of sleep; the way he's been more sensitive, even over the most little things; how he overworks himself in his baseball practices and won't stop unless Mina turns the stadium hologram off.

You knew how his relationship with his father was, but you have seen the way he declines his calls without a second thought now, knowing the guilt trip he had to overcome before he even hit the decline button on his watch before.

You notice, and of course you're worried about it. You didn't have to be his girlfriend to be worried. Hell, you would even be worried by just seeing him walk like a zombie in the streets as a stranger! And all that worry is what brings you in front of his mansion door at midnight.

He hasn't been answering your messages nor calls. You get it, he's a busy baseball player, but he always made at least a few minutes to reply to your messages, mostly saying sorry for not picking up your calls and that he'll call you back after he's done with an interview, telling you that he loves you.

After ringing his doorbell, you only had to wait for a few minutes before you could hear the hurried footsteps coming to the door. Opening it, there he was. With his adorable bed head, he looked up at you, tired eyes wide with surprise.

"Baby" his voice cracked, making him clear his throat before he talks again. "Hey baby, uhm...I didn't know that you were coming!" he laughs nervously.

"Well...I did text you" you shake your phone, and Kenji gulps.

"I..." he sighs, "I'm sorry baby. I just been...so busy later" he groans, rubbing a hand over his face with fatigue.

"I understand, Kenji. May I come in? I just wanna talk with you. It's been a while"

Kenji looks at you through his sleepy eyes, and even in that state, you were able to see the way his eyes softened at the sight of you. It really has been a while. He reaches a hand to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Of course" he mumbles, low but loud enough for you to hear him. He moves his hand from your face to your hand, taking it and pulling you softly inside, closing the door behind him.

You guys walk over the kitchen. Kenji lets go of your hand to walk over the fridge. "Do you want anything?" he asks, referring to the fridge's content.

[Name] sucks in a breath, gathering courage to speak. "Yeah, I'd like for us to talk" she finally said, noticing how Kenji's shoulder tense as he close the door's fridge, staying there with a can of soda in his head, not facing her. "For you to talk to me, Kenji. I believe you when you say you're busy with baseball, I really do! But I thrust my gut to know that there's something else going on"

She walks closer to him, staring at his broad back. How she wishes she could just hug him from behind and erase all his problems. But the world is more complicated than that, and she knows it.

"You can't always rely on your gut to make conclusions" opening the can soda, Kenji spit those words with a gruff tone, making [Name] surprised over his mood change.

Of course she wasn't off limits of seeing him mad only because she was his girlfriend, but she didn't expect for him to talk to her like that over a simple request.

"Then talk to me, Kenji. I don't wanna be like this either" she starts talking, following Kenji as he walks away while drinking from the can. "You don't have to tell me everything, but at least admit that you're having a hard time so I can at least hold you"

Kenji lets out a chuckle, incredulous. "Hard time? Baby, I'm Ken Sato! I don't have hard times, I only have good times" he spread his arms beside him, trying to appear as flawless as ever, obtaining a deadpan face from you.

"Kenji, you look like shit" you simply say. "You can barely walk with your eyes open. I don't know about anyone else, but I can see the lack of sleep in your eyes, I can see how your shoulder has been bothering you more each day that passes. I know that you always work hard to be on a good shape for the games, but you go to an extent that is not healthy"

"What? Did you became a physician now?" he asks after finishing rubbing his eyes, a mocking tone on his words.

"What? No" you needed to take a breath to not break. "I'm just concerned about your well being"

"I am okay" he affirms, eyebrows furrowed. "You're the that's being like 'Ohh Kenji ~ you're so tired. You should rest up'" with a high pitched tone, he mimicks you in a mocking way while pouting exaggeratedly.

You feel your heart beating fast on your chest, your cheeks hot with embarrassement. Why was he behaving like that? You just want to help. Were you being too overboard? You give him his space, you have gave it to him for weeks. And that you finally thought it was a good time to adress his lack of selfcare and how sad he looks, he talks to you like this...

"I know that you're having a hard time, Kenji. Everyone that cares about you can notice that. I just...I just want to help in what I can" you say with a weak tone now. You had shrunk in your spot, suddenly feeling sorry for even going to his house in the first place.

"Well guess what? You can't help me"

In a desperate attempt to push you away —because if you kept looking at him with those pretty eyes, he'll spill everything— he's mean to you. Not the smartest choice to treat your lover, but that's the only response that he could muster at the moment.

He was flustered at the confrontation. Of course you will notice about his poor state. You love him and care too much for him to not notice that he's going insane little by little, but he doesn't want to share that burden with you. In his mind, he just can't.

You look up at him, big sad eyes that just make him want to hug you until you both forget this stupid moment.

Holding back your tears, the only thing you could do was sigh. Your heart feels heavy on your chest, wunded by his words and harsh tone. You're not the savior of the word, you're not Ultraman either, you just wanted to help your boyfriend...

"Yeah, I already knew that" you mumble. Taking a deep breath, you look up at him with a weak smile. "Alright, you might not want to talk right now, but if you need anything...I'm always gonna be there" you remind him, giving him one last look before starting to walk off to the front door.

Kenji looks at you go. You seemed little with the way your shoulders shrunk and you walked slowly, like an injured animal. His heart also feels heavy on his chest, a pang of guilt striking over all his body as his eyes are already watering with tears.

He hated that his stupid pride wouldn't let him as for help, for it to hurt you when the only thing you wanted to do was help him in whatever way you could.

He knew you weren't weak, he knew that you could be able to handle all the secrets that he's harboring on his chest, but he doesn't want to share the burden, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you only because you know he's Ultraman.

What would he do if he lost you? He's sure that he was gonna lose his mind. Just the same way he'll lose his mind if he let you walk away through that door.

"Mina, lock the door" he commanded, and in a split of a second, the computer did so.

You didn't even try to open it after you've heard his command. Confused, you look back at Kenji, who's already walking towards you like a kicked puppy.

"Forgot to say something?" you ask, bitterness on your tone that made Kenji cringe.

He sighs, a guilty expression on his face. "Yes...I'm sorry baby" he begins. "I...I promise that I want to tell you, I want to tell you everything! But— it's...it's too dangerous"

And finally, after months of bottling all this emotions, Kenji finally breaks into loud sobs, fat tears running down his cheeks. Startled, [Name] didn't have any other reflections than hug him, even though she was still mad at his earlier attitude.

"Hey, hey" she whispered, running a hand up and down his back. "It's okay, it's okay"

Kenji wraps his arms around her shoulders, hiding his face on her neck. "I don't—" he chokes, "I don't want anything to happen to you" he cries, almost incomprehensible.

"Nothing is gonna happen to me, baby" she reassures, feeling his tears run down her neck and wetting her shirt, but she doesn't care about it. Kenji finally is being open with her, and that's all that matter.

Kenji sniffs a few times before talking with a weak voice. "Promise?" he asks.

She squeezes him a little bit more in her arms. "I promise"

Still sniffing, Kenji slowly pulls away from the hug, looking at his girlfriend with his big eyes full of tears, a cute pout in his lips. [Name] reaches her hands to run her thumbs under his eyes, drying his tears away. He nuzzles into her, a shaky breath exhaling out of him as he calms down.

"There you go" she whispers softly, caressing his cheeks with her thumbs now. "Come on, let's sit on the couch. I'll get you some water"

After a lot of reassurance that nothing was gonna happen and lots of cuddles, Kenji had finally told her everything. That his dad was Ultraman; that he took his legacy and he now serves as the new Ultraman to the city of Tokyo, and how he knows he's not doing a good job; that he has a 6 feet tall baby Kaiju that think he's her mother trapped in a container, and he clearly don't know how to take care of her; how much he misses his mother everyday...

[Name] listened to him attentively, her heart swelling at how much pain Kenji had to endure on his own and feeling guilty about not noticing sooner. Why she couldn't have been there for him? Right now, everything seemed so obvious, all of it happen in front of her, and she couldn't do nothing.

Her caresses on the back of his hand never stopped for even one second, even caressing his back when he needed to make a pause to cry.

Now they were cuddled up in the couch under a blanket. After spilling everthing out, Kenji just let himself fall into her arms and bask into her warmth.

"Thank you for telling me, Kenji. I really didn't wanna pressure you into talking, but you looked so sick...I was just so worried" she blinked back the tears, she needed to be strong for him now. "And yeah, it's a lot to take in. Like damn...I'm dating Ultraman" her comment makes Kenji giggle, his body trembling with laughter in her arms, "but it's nothing that we can't overcome, together" she remarks the last word. "And it's not something that it's gonna make me love you any less"

Kenji pulls away from her arms to make eye contact, his puffy eyes still able to show how soft they become when he looks at her. "I'm sorry I didn't reach out for you to talk. I just— I don't know how to ask for help" he admits, feeling a weight that he didn't know he had on his chest being gone.

"Well, admiting that is a big first step, so I'm really proud of you for that" she kisses his forehead, making him smile. "And we can work on that. We can search for professional service, that wpuld help out a lot. And, I'm always gonna be there for you" she reminds him, running her fingers through his hair.

She cups his cheeks, making him look at her in the eyes. "You're not a burden, Kenji. Your problems are valid and I'm always gonna be up to hearing them and help you in what I can and I can't do. We're in this together, alright? You're not alone anymore"

[Name] saw the way that Kenji's eyes swell with this again, a small pout on his lips as he gulps softly. He nods, slowly, letting her words sink in. He was not alone...he had her. It was not something that it would easily stick in his mind, but he'll try to remind himelf everyday. He was not alone anymore.

She leaned in, going for a kiss, and Kanji meet her midway, kissing her with yearn after all those weeks that they couldn't be together, that they couldn't touch each other. He could've barely see her with his busy schedule, and that also added to all his stress, all this mess. All he needed was to be in her arms.

Kenji takes one of [Name]'s hands that cupped his cheek and slide it down his shirt at the same time he traced her bottom lip with his tongue.

[Name] pulls away from the kiss, almost smiling when she hears Kenji whine and chase after her lips, desperate. "Hey, you really wanna do this? You're still tired, Kenji" she reproached.

"Please baby" he whines, looking at her eyes and then her lips, intensely. "I need you"

Kenji straddles his girlfriend's lap completely, letting her feel his hard cock against her stomach. [Name] gasps softly, looking up at Kenji's cute needy face as he starts rocking his hips softly.

She bits down her bottom lip before pulling him into another kiss where he moans.

They didn't even realize when did Mina lowered the lights. How could they? When they were so engrossed in each other's touch. The room was filled with the couple's moans and their skin hitting against each other.

Kenji was laying down on the couch, [Name] on top of him, as they hugged each other thightly while she moved her hips up and down, Kenji's dick hitting the right spot with every thrust.

Kenji's grip on [Name]'s waist just get tighter as he hide his moans in her neck. "Baby...baby" he calls for her, feeling his orgasm coming.

"I know baby, I know" she kisses his shoulder. "Go ahead, you can cum" she reassures, speeding the pace of her thrusts.

Kenji meets his girlfriend's hips midway, bucking his own as he hits the last thrusts before sliding out of her, ropes of cum shooting out of his tip, dirtying [Name]'s back, his thighs and the expensive couch under them. But who cared? He could buy another one.

[Name] brings her hand to her clit, making circle motions on it with her fingers as she grins on Kenji's abs. He manages to look up at her with cloudy eyes, brain still fuzzy with the euphoria of his recent climax. Still, his hands come up to caress her thighs, encouraging her to keep using him to get off.

"S' pretty" he slurs, running his thumbs on her skin.

"Fuck...Kenji" with his name on her lips, she ends up cumming with a few more motions of her fingers before collapsing on top of her boyfriend's chest.

They stayed there, in each other's embrace as they calmed down. Kenji's finger run softly down [Name]'s arm, his free arm wrapped around her waist.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you get off" he whispers suddenly, making [Name] chuckle.

"It's okay. To be fair, you're about to pass out now" she props her chin on his chest, looking at him with dreamy eyes. Kenji chuckles as well, not denying it. "Come on, let's take a bath and then you can finally have some good night sleep" patting his chest softly, she starts getting up and helps him as well.

"Are you gonna introduce me to the baby Kaiju tomorrow?" she asks as they walk together to the bathroom.

"Oh yeah, and she's gonna love ~ you. Just like I do ~" he litters her cheek with kisses, making her giggle.

"Come on, Romeo. Let's take a bath"

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how bllk boys would react when u draw them, could either be rlly good or rlly SHIT u choose idk (plz include barou and the itoshi bros) 😊😊😊 i love you and ur works, and the way u write the boys and ur content makes me laugh fr, one of my fave bllk authors mwjahaja 😓 have a great day, ily:3 and the icks post made me smile like all of ur posts do!

thank you so much anon ♡ this ask had me contemplating very seriously, so apologies if it's a bit late:

sae is definitely awestruck in some way, even if he doesn't immediately show it. i think i talked about this in a previous headcanon, but he has a deep-seated admiration for artists who can grasp abstract concepts because he himself cannot. he would be somewhat flattered if you drew him since he's never considered his own appearance to be particularly inspiring. would be appalled if you considered him your muse. like....why? to him, his looks aren't anything of importance (clearly he is blind.) would probably say your drawing was inaccurate but then hang it up by his nightstand so he can look at it every night before he goes to sleep. if you're a full-time artist, he probably keeps a little stash of your gifts in a small box beneath his bed. sometimes if he's having a bad day or he lost a game, he goes back and flips through them just to make himself feel better. secretly loves the way you draw his bangs and the little swoop you do in your signature.

kaiser corrects every single detail in your drawing. stands behind you and gives you little pointers here and there. he should have an 8-pack, not a 6-pack. his jawline isn't sharp enough in your initial sketch. poses shirtless in front of you so that way you can encapsulate the full extent of his sexiness. shows off your drawing to every living creature in existence. "isn't he handsome?" like...🙄 yeah, michael we know. he's probably the hardest to draw because of his tattoo, so i think he genuinely appreciates it when you put in the effort to capture his intricacies. will never admit this but he's low-key proud of you and your talent (mostly just your ability to make him look good.)

rin is one of those people who doesn't understand hyperrealism. like why does he need a highly detailed sketch of his face when he can just take a photo and print it out? i don't think he understands art in general. probably despises modern art too. he'd take one look at a rothko painting and be like....i could draw this too...in my sleep. similar to sae, i feel like he's just numb to the sentimentality of gift-giving. doesn't understand why you would waste your time drawing a little picture of him, but it does make his heart feel strangely fuzzier, so maybe he'll keep it this one time. lo and behold, months later he now has a collection of your drawings he doesn't have the heart to throw away. refuses to let isagi or anyone see them because they're meant for his eyes only.

yukimiya has impeccable taste. in fact, he's probably an artist himself. i think it'd be cute if you both drew little sketches of each other throughout the course of your relationship. but neither of you ever knew until you gifted him your sketchbook for christmas, and he was like....guess what...i drew you too. thinks you're pretty even when you don't think so. sometimes when you're having a coffee shop date, he scribbles a portrait of you on his napkin because the sunlight hit your cheek just right in that moment, and the birds were chirping, and he fell in love all over again. i think it's also tragic that he's slowly losing his eyesight, so he won't be able to enjoy your drawings and the vibrant colors you infuse into them. that's why he treasures them even more. probably thumbs over the pages from time to time. memorizes every stroke and line.

isagi likes the way you always draw that little tuft of hair that sticks up on the top of his head. it looks like a cute little bean sprout. he pins your drawings up above his bed next to a polaroid of you two in germany. buys you a professional art set for your birthday. if you're a digital artist, he buys you a new tablet and stylus.

bachira adds his own doodles next to yours except he makes a chibi version of everything. always pesters you to include his little fangs. uses the boldest combination of colors. he would definitely be a messy artist. paint everywhere. fingernails perpetually stained a different color. you both draw during class, so when you two trade notebooks to actually study......there aren't any actual notes.

barou acts like he doesn't know what to do with your drawing of him but then the next day you visit his house, and he's already put your artwork in a fancy picture frame. refuses to let anyone else even stand within a ten meter radius next to it because he doesn't want their "nasty fingerprints" all over your beautiful masterpiece.

[chuulyssa]

heyyyy, ur writing is very scrumptious ✨️✨️ can i request prompts 1, 6, 9 and 12 for fyodor?

thank uuuuuu

↷ A/N ─ the way i wrote 12 on the prompt list JUST for fyodor 😩 ily anon

★ PROMPT ─ 1, 6, 9, 12

!! FT. ─ fyodor

─ wearing his clothes

Fyodor raised his eyebrows at the sight of you near the door, clad in another one of his long white shirts. He never understood what you thought you would achieve with this action.

"Again?" he asked.

"Again," you smiled and hopped over to where he sat, before taking off his ushanka hat and putting it on your head.

He blinked at you momentarily in surprise before letting out a small chuckle and inviting you to sit on his lap.

Whatever your reason for stealing his clothes was, he didn't mind it one bit. You looked too cute with his hat on for that. Maybe it did look better on you than him.

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─ cuddling with him

You lay in your bed, arms tangled around Fyodor. He was staring right up at the ceiling, thinking of something. You leaned your head towards his chest, an indication that you needed your hourly dose of attention.

Fyodor looked at you and smiled softly. He let his own arm wrap around your waist and pulled you closer so that you could lay on his chest comfortably.

"What are you thinking of?" you asked.

"Me? Nothing much," he said quietly, pecking your forehead lightly. "You're more important."

"Yes, I am," you grinned and rested your cheek against his chest, hearing his heartbeat faintly. He shifted his position slightly so that his legs could intertwine with yours and hummed a soft lullaby.

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─ waking him up

You had never woken up before Fyodor. Still, he had given you 'instructions' on what to do in such a 'situation'. So, after freshening up, you crawled back into the bed where he was cuddling a pillow.

Sensing something better than a pillow to cuddle, Fyodor immediately latched onto you in his sleep and pulled you on top of him. You chuckled slightly.

"Fedya?" you said softly.

"No..." he groaned. "Not now."

"Good morning," you said.

"Not yet," he buried his face in your neck.

To think that he could be this affectionate to someone was a dream, you thought.

"It is, now," you replied. "Wake up."

"No," he said again. You sighed and stroked his hair, softly tugging at it sometimes. You didn't try to wake him up anymore. Rather, you stayed in the intimate position for about an hour.

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─ styling his hair in silly ways

You shook your legs around from your position on his lap.

"Don't do that," Fyodor said calmly, and you paused before resuming it again.

"I'm bored."

Fyodor sighed. Being with you was like babysitting a child, he thought.

"Well, what would you like to do, myshka?"

You sat upright on his lap and took the clips and hair tie on your hair off.

"Welcome to my parlour. What hairstyle would you like to get?"

Fyodor blinked at you, startled, before replying, "The one you like."

You nodded and immediately began to work, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tying it in a small ponytail. It was as if his hair was made to be styled. You sighed dreamily as you leaned away to look at him after finishing.

He had a little ponytail surrounded by little pink Hello Kitty clips that you had bought, not for yourself, just for this occasion. You stifled a laugh before pulling out your phone and immediately snapping a picture.

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© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

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Yoyoyo!! Just wondering if I could get a little re4!sub!leon x fem!reader??Like men whimpering... heart eye emoji.... It could be like you're watching tv on the couch and Leon comes home form a mission?? All needy and whiney??? Dear lord have mercy on my soul...💕 If you don't want to thats fine!! Love your work, have an amazing week <<33

₊˚✧ lost time — in which leon finds himself needy after being away for so long

leon kennedy x fem!reader

warnings: 0.6k words, smut, pet names (baby, pretty boy), mommy kink, hand job, pwp, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink, clit play

masterlists

The TV was still playing the colorful pictures in the background and the candle on the coffee table was almost burnt out by now. Leon’s whines overpowered the noise on the TV. You had been watching it quietly when he came home from his last mission. “Mommy, please…” Leon whined put as your slowly stroked his cock in a teasing manor.

“Yes, baby? What can I do for you?” You smiled. You knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how much he needed it. You felt a little bad for teasing him, knowing he was so vulnerable but he was so cute, you just couldn’t help it. “Can I please- pretty please fuck you, mommy?” His cock was twitching in your hand, a sure sign that he was desperate.

“Of course, you can baby.” You smiled, letting go of his throbbing dick and letting it smack his stomach. He was completely naked thanks to your quick undressing skills. Leon made it clear that he wanted to even the playing field as he started to claw at your underwear. “What do you say?” You talked to him like he was a small child, which only made him embarrassingly more horny.

“Please. Please take off your panties. I wanna see your beautiful pussy.” His words were so whiny and breathy, another sure sign that he was desperate. “Good boy.” You smiled and ran your pointer finger up the underside of his cock, like a reward. His cock twitched, his tip drooling out more pre cum that you couldn’t wait to feel in your cunt.

You tease him, slowly taking off your panties. He watched intently, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows in anticipation. You pull them off completely and let them fall somewhere on the couch. You’ll probably find them again in a few weeks between the cushions.

His fingers immediately greet your clit. Using tight circles to please you. “Good boy.” You moaned. “Please let me fuck you. I’ll be such a good boy. I need you.” He pleaded, his arousal clouding his senses. “How could I say no to my favorite pretty boy? Hm?” You were finally starting to give into him, his excitement was uncontainable. He whimpered, just at your consent. He wasn’t going to lay very long, you thought.

He was quickly manhandling you closer to him, reminding you of his strength and just how easy he could dominate you if he wanted. “Please. Please.” He chanted in whines, mumbling under his breath as he watched you line up his cock with you entrance. He can feel the heat from your dripping cunt, letting him know you wanted this as much as he did.

He tried to buck his hips up, trying to do anything to feel the warmth of your pussy around his desperate cock. You watched with amusement as his face contort in displeasure, he was so close to fucking you but so far away. “Aw, should mommy let you pound her pussy?” You teased, your voice so condescending but he didn’t mind.

“Ah, pretty please. I’ll be so good, mommy.” He pleads and you finally give in. You sink yourself onto his dock, both of you moaning in pleasure. Leon’s hands lazily strung on your hips, head pushed back into his pillow, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth agape in pleasure.

“Look at you, so good f’r me.” You laugh through moans, bouncing at a slow pace on his thick cock. It seemed that no matter how many times you fucked yourself senseless on his cock, he was just too big for your tight cunt.

you’re so sweet anon, ily

[n3ptoonz]

Hello! I saw your most recent headcanon list thing with the Earthrealm guys being caught Slonking it Silly Style™ and uh. I was just wondering if you'd be willing to do something similar with the Outworld guys as well? Obviously you don't have to if you don't want to, but I think it would be neat! Thank you so much in advance! I love your work :)

deep, dramatic sigh. (kidding anon tysm i gush over comments like this ily smoochhhh) also the terminology made me laugh out loud ty for that

Shang Tsung

kinda sorta didn't gaf. who's to say he didn't want you to hear him. the world may never know

you were to report to him about some findings for his experiments and there he was, leaning over the table and straight up cranking it over a bucket (he's odd like that) honestly when you acknowledge your own presence he's like... can i help you?? you see i'm busy???

but at the same time he's like hold up i have a fine specimen here to help me out here...he's leaving here with SOMETHING (studio laughter)

Rain

i don't think he'd care either if you walked in on him. in fact, he might welcome it. he's used to having his own space, but he doesn't mind sharing it with people he's ok with being around. yes that includes you (is it only you? not even he knows yet)

day 8163 of using Rain's arrogance to push my narrative that he's not only in love with himself but how he looks in the mirror. you definitely walked in on him wanking it in the mirror and he'd freeze but recover so quick

ain't no way you're leaving here after you just caught him though. how else will his problems get solved? you went and made him hard all over again!

Reptile

syzoth has two, let's get that out the way. AND he uses both hands for them LMAOO

president of syzoth is a lil subby bitch society. so when you catch him tugging on both and reduced to a pathetic mess from his own hands??? he's frozen and quite literally has no clue what to do. he's sweaty, there's tears in his eyes, and his fangs are much more pronounced than usual

once you give him the green light that you're into whatever tf he was just doing watch him crawl over to you on all fours and hug your legs, practically begging you to touch him

Havik

expect this smug fuck to claim he wanted this to happen. dude was hunched over and going at it behind his own desk, grunting like a cave man who discovered self pleasure for the first time

1000% expect him to demand you help him, but instead it's after he froze for like 5 seconds and then tried to play it off

he would also be internally shocked when agree to finish the job, but on the outside it's like "that's what i thought...now get over here" whole time he's jumping up and down and twirling in his brain

Reiko

it's already rare that he has time to himself and definitely RARELY has time to be with you for an extended period of time, so you catching him when you wanted to surprise him with your presence it triggered his fight or fight LMAO

legit laughed at the thought of him jumping up from his chair hands ready to be thrown...but his dick is swinging PLSSSSSS

he's like well shit now he deserves your help after you almost got two pieced by your own boyfriend...but who's complaining?!

General Shao

this man weirdly reminds me of bowser sometimes. with that being said i think he'd do a BUAHA as a shocked sound when you catch him thwoping the schlong

as much as i can't fucking stand him he does look a lil better in this game i will admit. i'm not gonna sit up here and lie, he def has a HUGE wanker innit. so you didn't miss shit when you walked into his chambers

he would also demand your help. but if you have a lil push back just for fun, he'd eventually say please and be all soft and shit. why? cause it's you god damn it!

Baraka

let's be fr. truly i do not think mk1 baraka would masterbate simply bc he's like depressed all the time😭but for the sake of shits and gigs, ill humor y'all

let's say he hasn't seen you in a while and misses you dearly. he knew you were on a quest for a while, and he was very pent up... so what better way to release stress other than sparring! oh. not enough? time for another type spar 😈

if this were old baraka i'd say he has two 👁️ but since this version of tarkat is a disease let's say it made the skin around his wee like ribbed or something ya SO when you caught him he was in a straight up panic and apologizing profusely but once you calm him down and tell him you're glad he missed you so much, he's like oh shit...well help me out then...only if you want to!

a/n: i did it y'all FUCK. my bad for taking so long to release this i'm a perfectionist to a fault💀

[achilles-rage]

Date Night

summary: you surprise eddie with a clean house and a home cooked meal after a hard week at work. everything is going smoothly until he starts choking, which makes your date night turn into a hospital visit.

word count: 1.7k

request: anon- eddie diaz x reader, eddie chokes and reader gives him the heimlich maneuver

A/N: this made me giggle a little but it was fun to write. i'm not as comfortable writing eddie so i hope i did okay! and also ignore anything about the heimlich that's not correct. from what google said, you should get checked out, but mostly if you start feeling sick. going to the hospital immediately worked better with how i wanted the story to go so simply close your eyes (take your hands off the wheel (ily if you get that reference)) and ignore it. enjoy<33

warnings: eddie chokes on your nice home cooked meal ://, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

You hum softly along to your music as you move around Eddie’s kitchen. He’s been having a hard time at work lately, and you decide to surprise him with a little at home date night while Chris is sleeping over at a friend’s house.

You changed and got ready while the food was in the oven, and now you’re working on the final touches before Eddie gets home.

You can’t help the smile that erupts on your face as you hear the front door open. You rush out of the kitchen to greet him before he’s able to see what you have going on in the kitchen or looks too closely at the spotless house you cleaned.

His eyes light up once they’re on you, and you don’t miss the way his eyes widen slightly in surprise when he sees you all dressed up. He leans in to give you a gentle kiss, mumbling a quick greeting against your lips as an arm makes its way around your soft waist. You pull back after a moment with a smile, taking his bag from him and nodding your head towards the hallway.

“I have a surprise for you. Go get showered and changed. And don’t look in the kitchen.” you tell him sternly, but with a teasing tone in your voice.

“A surprise, huh? What did I do to deserve this?” he asks, not moving from his spot in front of you, holding your hips tightly.

“Nothing, I just wanted to do something for you. Now go. Please, and thank you.” you say leaning up to give him a quick peck before pushing him away. You move your hand to his back and push him softly towards the hallway.

“Yes ma’am.” he mutters, walking towards the bathroom. He chuckles softly to himself as he walks; he can’t believe he got so lucky with you. You’ve been together for a while, and you still always find little ways to surprise him and make him feel wanted. He tries to do things for you just as much, but with his job and looking after Christopher, he doesn’t have as much time as he hopes.

He takes a quick shower and changes into fresh clothes while you plate the food and bring it to the table. You’re just pouring the wine when he walks into the dining room, smile widening as his eyes land on the meal you cooked.

“Your favourite.” You grin and set down the wine before walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He responds immediately, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you flush against him. He feels your chest against his, your soft tummy against his torso, and your fingers running through his hair softly, and he can’t help but lean in and kiss you deeply. He moves a hand up to your jaw, tilting your head up into the kiss, groaning softly as your lips part slightly. You laugh softly at his groan and pull away, pecking his lips quickly before moving your hands to his cheeks and squishing them teasingly.

“Let’s eat before it gets cold. Then, we can do whatever you want.” You’re met with a smile, and he pats your hips before finally pulling himself away from you and sitting down at the table.

“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” he asks you, picking up his fork and looking at you from across the table.

“Yeah. But I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” you tease, biting your lip as you pick up your wine glass, patiently waiting for him to take a bite of the food. He raises his fork to his lips and hums happily, eyes closing for a minute as he leans back in his chair, making you giggle softly as your face heats up.

“God, I love you.” he moans once he opens his eyes, quickly taking another bite.

“I love you.” you reply warmly, finally taking a bite of your food. You’re pretty proud of yourself. You had asked Bobby how to make the recipe even better, and you’re very pleased with how the meal turned out.

After a few moments, you ask about his day, which causes him to go on a tangent about how a man started yelling at him and Buck when they had to use the jaws on his car. You laugh softly as he talks about how ridiculous he was being, as if what he and Buck did changed the fact that his car was totaled from the car accident, and that they didn’t have a choice if the man wanted to actually get out of his car.

You're looking down at your plate as you put more food on your fork when Eddie stops speaking. You look up at him once you load your fork and see that he hadn’t paused for dramatic effect. You gasp, dropping your fork as you watch him raise a hand to his throat, looking at you with panic in his eyes. He’s choking.

You jump up from your chair and run to his side, putting a hand on the underside of his forearm, urging him to stand up. He does, his face turning red as he looks at you. All you can hear when you get behind him is your heartbeat in your chest, fear building up inside you as you try to remember the steps of the heimlich maneuver.

You wrap your arms around his torso, curling one hand in a fist and wrapping the other around it before moving your hands in and up. After the first time, nothing happens, and you try again, tears welling in your eyes once you realize the second time didn’t help either.

You push your fist in and up a third time as a tear rolls down your cheek, still not hearing anything but your heavy breathing.

You try one more time, and you finally hear him coughing loudly as he crumples slightly in your grip before standing back up and leaning his hands on the table in front of him.

You let out a shaky breath as you unwrap yourself from him, pushing him down into the chair behind him as you move to kneel in front of him. You give him his space as he recovers, muttering soft reassurances as you kneel in front of him, not touching him.

After a few moments of him coughing and catching his breath, you place a hand on his cheek and speak in a soft voice, your eyes searching his for any hint that he's in pain.

“Are you okay?” You run your thumb across his cheek, watching him clear his throat as he regains his composure.

“If you wanted to get away from me that bad you could’ve just said so. Rather than trying to kill me with your cooking.” he says in a scratchy voice, reaching out to wipe away the tear that had rolled down your cheek. You let out a shaky laugh, shaking your head.

“If you didn’t wanna eat my cooking, you could’ve just said so.” you reply softly. You stand back up and wrap your arms around his neck, closing your eyes with a small sigh as you cradle his head against you. He wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your plush stomach, chuckling softly as he places a soft kiss on your tummy.

You pull back after a minute or two, and put your hands on his cheeks, forcing his face up to look at you.

“We need to go to the hospital. Make sure you’re okay.” you whisper, biting the inside of your cheek as you remember what you were trained to do. You need to make sure there’s no further complications.

“Baby, I’m fine. You saved me. I’m good.” You huff at his words, shaking your head. You assumed he would try to fight you on this, but you aren’t going to take no for an answer.

“You’re a first responder. You know you should go get checked out, just to make sure everything’s okay.” you counter, giving him a stern look as you push his hair back softly. Sometimes, he’s the most stubborn man you’ve ever met.

“Yeah, I am. I’m telling you I’m okay. You made dinner for me, you cleaned up, you promised me a nice night. I don’t wanna ruin it.” he argues softly, reaching up to grab your chin, forcing you down to his lips. He hopes this will distract you enough that you’ll give in.

“You’re not ruining it, my love, it’s not a burden. I wanna make sure you’re okay. Please? For me?” Your sentence starts off stern, but your voice gets softer as you continue, not letting your lips meet his. You’re not letting him get out of this that easily. He huffs softly, finally nodding while whispering a small “okay” as he stands up.

You smile softly, grabbing his hand to lead him to the front door. You grab your purse and his wallet, passing it to him as you open the door.

It’s a short drive to the hospital, and soon you’re sitting beside him in an uncomfortable chair, the harsh lights making your head hurt a little as you wait for a doctor. He has a hand on your thick thigh, squeezing it every now and then as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Can we still do whatever I want when we get home?” he teases softly after a few minutes of silence. You raise your head from his shoulder and turn to look into his eyes, smiling softly.

“What do you have in mind?” you respond in the same tone, noticing the glint in his eyes as they slowly move from your eyes to your lips, all the way down your body, and back up.

“You know exactly what I have in mind.” he says just above a whisper, leaning closer to you to make sure no one around you hears your conversation. You hum softly, your face getting hot, before you respond.

“Maybe. As long as the doctor clears you.” you tell him, a hint of seriousness in your voice. As much as you’d love to go home and take advantage of an empty house, the most important thing is that he’s 100% okay.

“Baby, I don’t care what the doctor says. I don’t think I can keep my hands to myself once I get you alone. Doesn’t matter what they say.” he whispers, squeezing your thigh.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. You rest your head back on his shoulder before speaking again.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” you say softly, grabbing the hand on your thigh and raising it to your lips with both hands, kissing it softly. You lower it back down to your lap and hold it between your hands, and it makes his stomach flip as he rests his cheek on the top of your head. God, how did he get so lucky?

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

i have been a away for a bit and i come back to see you have reached 400 followers!!!!!! CONGRATS BABES YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH

peter (obv) and "so...do you actually like me-." "we have been together for 4 years. we're getting married next year. what the hell do you think?" - 🎀

Old And Gray With You

✮ tasm!peter parker x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.6k

✮ summary: with your wedding a year away, your mind swirls due to insecurity, but peter is there (like always) to help you through it.

✮ warnings: anxiety, marriage, kisses, reader has hair (no length specified), fluff asf.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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The show playing in front of you was the last thing on your mind. Your fingers were messing with the engagement ring on your finger, a common nervous habit you’ve picked up since Peter asked you to be his. 

A million thoughts were swirling around in your mind, mostly about the wedding. You knew it wasn’t until a while, but still, you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking on its own. Marrying Peter was never a doubt in your mind. You loved him with your entire being and you would marry him tomorrow if you could. But would Peter feel the same in a year when your big day finally arrived? 

His hand on your thigh suddenly became very heavy as anxiety bubbled in your stomach. The air around you felt like it was constricting your ability to take a deep breath. 

At the beginning of your relationship, Peter let you know that he’d rather you talk to him about issues rather than keep them locked away. He knew your tendency to overthink affected your life, so to ease both of your worries, he reassured you that he’d keep an ear open for you to talk to. You decided that this was the perfect time to talk, but having the courage to do so scared you.

Peter knew something was off even before you realized you needed to talk about it. His ability to focus on you with his heightened senses came in handy for situations like this. The second you started fidgeting with the ring he got you made his awareness double, and as soon as he felt you tense, he was just waiting for you to say something. 

And with a deep breath, you did, “So…Do you actually like me?” 

Peter’s head whips around to look at you in an instant, not like he was paying attention to whatever was playing on the TV. He knew you would say something, but it definitely wasn’t that. “Bug, we have been together for four years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?” He huffed a laugh at the end of the question, his hand moving up and down your thigh in reassurance. 

You give him a sheepish smile in response, your face warming at his response. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking,” you’re embarrassed for even thinking that. A wave of shame washes over you.

“Hey, come here,” Peter opens his arms for you to scoot closer to him, your head resting on his chest while his arm wraps around your shoulders. “Don’t feel sorry for anything your pretty head comes up with,” he whispers into your hair, “I’m going to be with you for forever and ever, and I promise you that.” 

You tilt your head up to look into his eyes. The beautiful brown eyes pull you in, but you don’t mind. If you could lose yourself in Peter’s eyes, you would do it and never complain. Leaning in, you press a warm kiss on his lips. He smiles into the kiss, his arm wrapped around you pulls you in closer. “Love you, Pete,” you mumble. Your words make Peter’s heart explode. 

Pulling away for a breath, his gaze falls over your flustered features, “I can’t wait to be old and gray with you.”

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[moonhoures]

[ 6:47 — i. changkyun ]

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, unprotected sex, riding / cowgirl position, pet name “baby” used for reader

a/n: this is dedicated to my beautiful, wonderful, lovely ✨ anon & 💐 anon & all my fellow kyun stans. ily!!! 😚🫂💓

“Kyun.”

“Hm?”

“I said dinner’s ready, like, five minutes ago.”

Your boyfriend sighed, but only because he had heard you. He just completely forgot you were waiting on him. He had been working diligently on some songs since he had came home from the gym earlier in the afternoon. Lately he had been using the couch and coffee table as his makeshift office space while his recording studio was being refurbished. You enjoyed having him work from home, but it was bittersweet in the sense that you felt guilty for disturbing him at any time. Still, you were determined to have him eat dinner since you knew he hadn’t eaten a solid meal since very early that morning.

You approached the back of the couch, placing your hands on his shoulders. Instantly, his tense muscles seemed to relax under your touch; he hadn’t even realized his muscles were stiff in the first place. He took a deep breath as he leaned into the cushions, his head falling back as his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry, baby. I heard you. I just got wrapped up and forgot.”

“It’s okay. You’ve been working hard,” you said, a soft smile on your lips when his hand reached up to hold one of yours against the top of his chest, “That’s why I made shrimp for dinner. Just for you.”

He opened eyes and grinned, tilting his head to look at you a little better, “Have I told you I loved you today?”

“Only a couple times.”

“Remind me to tell you a hundred more times before we go to bed.”

You laughed softly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss against his forehead, then another on his cheek. You were going to return to the kitchen then, but his hand held firmly on your wrist, keeping you where you were. When you saw the pout on his lips, you instantly knew what the reasoning was. You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down again to kiss his lips, a small hum of appreciation emitting from his throat. He could be so dramatic sometimes, but you loved him nonetheless.

“Come here,” he spoke so warmly despite the assertiveness of his words. You didn’t hesitate to listen, walking the few steps to the front of the couch. His hand took yours, drawing you closer until you were right in front of him. He looked up at you, hands resting on your hips, “You look so beautiful today. I know I haven’t said that yet, but you do.”

“Thank you, Kyun,” you felt your cheeks bloom with heat at the compliment. Mostly because you knew these small, intimate, flattery-filled moments led to much more intimate, passionate moments. And once his mind was in motion, it was difficult to get it elsewhere.

“I’ve been so busy with work, I haven’t been able to take care of you,” the word choice he used seemed so deceivingly innocent, but the look he gave you was clear with his intentions. And if it wasn’t his eyes, then his fingers rubbing sensually into your hips definitely gave him away.

“You can make it up to me later,” you teased, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. They had lost the baby fat you fell in love with when you first started dating him years ago, but you loved him no less. If anything it just made him look more mature, sexier.

“How about now?”

His hands lowered to the spot on your thighs where your lounge shorts stopped, inches above your knees. As you were pondering the idea of having sex now, with your dinner growing cold in the kitchen, you got lost in his eyes. Those eyes that could convince you to commit a crime if he wanted you to. Those eyes that begged you to let him fuck you until you saw stars behind your eyelids. The eyes that distracted you until you heard the click of his laptop closing, and you realized he had reached behind you to shut it.

“Work is done for the day,” he added, pulling you closer until your knees were brushed up against the couch between his legs.

“The food will get cold,” you muttered an excuse, but your hands were already touching his jaw, aching to pull his lips to yours.

“I can reheat it when we’re done.”

Changkyun’s words meant nothing at that point because you two were already meeting each other for a kiss as hot as the stove had been before you turned it off to come get him. A low, rumbling noise sounded from deep in his chest as his grip on you tightened. He wanted nothing more than to push you down onto the cushions next to him and devour you. You deserved it.

“Can I take these off?” his deep voice tickled your ear as he spoke between kisses on your neck. His fingers were already tugging your shorts slowly, just waiting for your confirmation to pull them completely off. When you nodded with a mumbled ‘yes’, the cotton garment fell to the floor at your feet.

In the next moment you were pulled onto his lap, straddling him. His lips and teeth continued to entangle with your own, attempting to claim you even though he knew you were already his. He knew because you were saved in his phone under ‘my baby 💜’. He knew because you had stuck by him for the past several years, and he never doubted your loyalty for even a second. He knew because every morning when he woke beside you, he thought to himself, I want to wake up next to you every day, for the rest of my life. He knew because when he didn’t wake up next to you he felt like a piece of him was missing. He had never felt like someone completed him before you.

Several minutes passed and Changkyun had managed to slip off his sweatpants and shift your underwear to the side. He was relishing the feeling of you enveloping him, his dick throbbing inside of you. It had only been two days since he last had sex with you, but it felt like two decades—you know, because he’s dramatic. His toned arms were wrapping around you, holding you as close to him as he could, your chests pressed against each other. Well, your chest was closer to his face in this position, which made it perfect for him to cover your neck in kisses (and marks). He loved to nip at your sensitive spots with his teeth. He loved the way you let out a small squeak, moan, or whine in protest from the sensation. He loved every sound you made, but those were some of his favorites.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you merely nodded and breathed out an answer as you focused on rocking your hips over his. His hands guided you, helping you reach the orgasm you were aiming for. He tried his best to thrust up into you, but he could only move so much. He was enjoying the view though, watching you work yourself on him with each of your hands clutching the couch on either side of his head. As your head leaned back in pleasure, he tilted his head to kiss your arm on the space between your elbow and wrist.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he assured you, “I’ll be right behind you.”

He always had a way of being so comforting in these moments. Intimacy was something he cherished with you, and he somehow always knew how to make it special every single time. If it wasn’t with the way he touched you, loved you. Then it was with the way he spoke to you, coached you through any and every sensation he gave you.

“Gonna-“ you panted as you felt your climax approaching. You rutted against him a little faster, using all the energy you could collect in your body. He continued to press kisses along your arm where he could reach. His fingers slid up and down the skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps along the flesh that he touched. “I’m gonna . . .”

He tried to resist the urge to chuckle at your lost train of thought and the way your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for your orgasm, “C’mon, baby.”

His voice only brought you closer, and soon enough you were groaning his name in his ear. Your arms circled his shoulders, hugging him tight while you bucked against him, the aftershocks of your climax taking over you. He rubbed your thighs, telling you how good you felt. You clenched and unclenched around him, causing him to cum with a few deep grunts. His breath came out in labored, heavy puffs while you two recovered from the releases you gave each other. He told you he loved you, just as he always did. No matter how many times he said it, it never lost its weight, and it never got tiring to hear.

“We can go for another round later, if you want,” he said as you pulled away, but not before you left a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“That sounds good, but we need to eat,” you reminded him, “I didn’t make that food for it to go to waste.”

“I’ll go reheat it while you clean up,” he laughed softly through his words, lightly patting your ass before you got up from his lap. He watched you pick up your shorts from the floor and go to your bedroom, a grin on his face the entire time.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write one with Jason and a daughter of hades, just some fluff for them ps I love your writing I get so happy when they pop up in my tl :)

— the three headed dog

warnings: atod reference because I can’t be stopped pairing: jason grace x daughter of hades a/n: I wanted to include cerberus in this and I was thinking of bringing him to camp but he’s huge as fuck so I decided that why don’t read and jason go to the underworld?? but anyways thank you for your kind words anon ily 🫶🏼

“and this-” you turn the handle and open the door to your room “is my room!”

the room was large. much larger than your cabin at camp, which is why for the most part you would stay in the underworld with your father and step mother. the room had dark walls and black marble floors. a bed sits in the corner, with again black silk sheets and satin curtains around the top to block out any light from reaching you as you slept. the few things out of place on your bed were the stuffies beside your pillow— a moon, a cloud, a teddy bear (which jason had made for you), and a small cerberus. to the right of the room was a small dresser and a door beside it, a vanity on the opposite side. on the left side of the room there were double doors which lead to a bathroom

“well, this is my room. It’s nothing much, really. I spend most of my time in persephone’s garden anyways”

you drop jason’s hand and sprawl across your bed while he stands in awe. nothing much? this room was huge! along with your walk in closet behind one door and a large bathroom behind double doors. this could fit two whole cabins inside!

“I’m starting to understand why you’re never at camp” the son of jupiter jokes

you open your mouth to reply with a smart remark but a noise outside your window stops you. a gasp escapes your lips and you jump up, opening the screen to reveal cerberus the three headed dog. you squeal and take jason’s hand again and drag him out of the palace. you find the dog laying it’s three heads down on the underworld ground

“do you want to pet them?”

jason furrows his brows. “is it safe? how do I know one of them won’t eat me alive?”

“you’re fine. I’m here”

you walk to the heads and begin petting their fur softly. jason walks over and reluctantly and slowly pets another head. the dog lets out a whine when it realizes only two heads are getting attention. you roll your eyes and outstretch another to rub the last head

“my darlings, did you miss me?” you whisper to the heads

they lean into your hands in response, you take this as a yes. you turn to jason who seems to now be enjoying bonding with the creature. you make a mental note to bring him down here more often

“do they like me?”

you laugh. “they like anyone who pets them”

“so they’re not going to eat me alive?”

you shake your head

“do you want to finish the tour? we haven’t finished inside yet”

“I think I want to stay with my best friends longer”

a frown appears on your mouth and you cross your arms over your chest. “I sense favoritism. you’re girlfriend is supposed to be your best friend”

“you are my favorite, darling. just wait for tonight”

your face reddens but you don’t let his insinuation get far. “my dad has eyes everywhere. calm it down, casanova”

“are you saying you wouldn’t break rules for me?”

you walk past the two heads you stood between to be standing face-to-face with jason who watches you with a smirk

“I would burn this world for you. do you underestimate me?”

his smirk drops. “no. of course not”

“then remember that”

you stand on your tippy toes and place only a peck to his mouth, leaving him in search of your lips when you pull back so quickly. you smile and begin walking away, turning once to scold him, “hurry, we have a tour to finish!”

[talesofesther]

golden ballads

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: On a normal day, you had trouble reading Wednesday's emotions; on a night like this, where she was holding your hand and standing so close that her perfume was all you could feel, it was ultimately impossible.

Requested by multiple anons for my Christmas Special event.

A/N: First of all, I just wanted to say thank you so much for 7k followers, ily. Second, this prompt was requested by a lot of people, and I won't be answering each individual ask, so if you requested prompt 18 or 13 with her, this is for you. Lastly, I changed the setting a little bit to fit the story better. <3

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"Would you give me this honor?"

Classical music played in the background as you spoke, stretching a hand towards Wednesday. A couple of other students — mostly their parents honestly — had already gathered the courage to dance in the middle of the big ballroom.

It was the school's yearly end-of-the-year party. Attendance wasn't mandatory, but when you asked Wednesday to be your partner for the night, she didn't have it in herself to say no.

There was a huge Christmas tree shining obnoxiously behind you, its ornaments almost covering the green leaves completely, but it did give you a warm yellow glow that was hard to call anything other than enchanting.

"Only because it would be too sad to reject you in front of these many people," Wednesday told you as she grabbed your hand and got up from her seat.

"Sure thing," you smirked, finding utmost adorable the way she refused to give in to her own desires.

The ballroom was gorgeous, an elegant contrast to when it housed the Rave'n party. All chandeliers had their lights on for a change, there were a few Christmas lights attached to the walls, and the tables had white and golden ornaments on them as they framed the round dancefloor, and of course, the main attraction was the ten feet tall Christmas tree on the center.

You led Wednesday to one of the most secluded spots of the ballroom, your heels clicking against the polished floor.

"Step on my feet and I will kick you." She warned.

"Wouldn't dream of it." You turned to face Wednesday with a smirk, raising your joined hands so you could press your palms together, your fingers intertwining with hers in a loving yet timid gesture.

Wednesday didn't hesitate on placing her free hand on your shoulder, silently giving you permission to hold her waist. You did so with a tender touch, your palm sliding along her hip bone until your fingertips traced her spine.

You watched the way her eyes traveled over your face, focusing first on your lips before she met your gaze with a slow blink.

The soft melody playing in the background set an easy rhythm for you to follow, swaying in tandem with Wednesday as her body stayed glued to yours; so close you became aware of every little movement she made. It brought goosebumps to your exposed skin.

After a few notes, you dared to take her hand and let go of her waist to twirl her around and then right back into your arms. The bold move pulled the tiniest smile from Wednesday, the blinking lights turning her pale skin a soft golden and highlighting the freckles of her cheeks.

Wednesday's black dress hugged her body beautifully, flowing with each of her steps and complimenting the few wisps of hair that got loose from her braids. Her lips had a burgundy paint to them; it got you wondering how many times you'd have to kiss her for it to wear off.

There was a strategically placed mistletoe near the back doors, undoubtedly the act of some students trying to get lucky. And when the music ended, you and Wednesday just so happened to be standing almost directly underneath it.

The last notes of your song faded just as another began in its place, people were chatting and drinking champagne around you, a few students laughing loudly near the Christmas tree only to receive a glare from Principal Weems. In some ways, it felt like you and Wednesday were detached from the real world and belonged only in this little moment.

She didn't say anything as she removed her hand from your shoulder, her black nails grazing the skin of your arm as she did so. You followed suit by dropping the hand you had on her waist.

But when Wednesday made no effort to let go of your intertwined hands, a tiny grin crept into your lips.

She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at you, indirectly asking what was so amusing.

"We're uh," you started, glancing up at the small thing, "we're right under a mistletoe, it means-"

"I know what it means." Wednesday cut you off, her chin angled a tad up as she pursed her dark lips.

"If you care about tradition, yeah," you chuckled nervously. On a normal day, you had trouble reading Wednesday's emotions; on a night like this, where she was holding your hand and standing so close that her perfume was all you could feel, it was ultimately impossible.

Though there was a softness to the way she held herself that was quite hard to miss. "Ones that are meaningless and childish shouldn't even be called traditions." She stated before taking a breath.

The tip of her shoes bumped yours and only then you noticed that she took a step closer to you.

"Right," you mumbled, trapped in the spell that was her.

"Maybe just opportunities," Wednesday finished before she leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle peck.

She kissed you like the first flakes of snow do when they fall from the sky, gentle and tender yet steady with their intent; falling, falling, and falling until they melt.

Your lower lip was trapped between Wednesday's ones, your hands just about managing to close around the fabric of her dress before she was pulling back. Her nose bumped yours and you wanted to trap this moment in time like the snap of a picture.

Wednesday didn't go far, she was still breathing the same air as you when she pressed her lips together in a feeble attempt to correct her lipstick. She then raised a thumb to the corner of your lips, brushing away the smudged color there.

Oh, she had you wrapped around her cold fingers and she knew it. But it was in the way that her nails traced the skin of your jaw as she prolonged her touch on you as much as possible, that you knew she'd take good care of your heart.

"Now come," Wednesday tugged on your hand, "we still have a few more songs to make this night count."

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[meaningofaeons]

I am here w your svarog rec!!

Reader n clara are playing and one of them like, falls or something and gets rlly lightly hurt and just,,, his reaction to that

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ a small trip

⊹ character(s) - svarog ⊹ word count - 1.2k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, reader is implied to be a fighter/be close with svarog and clara, sugary sweet tooth-melting fluff

🍓ANON HI!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SATING MY DESIRE TO WRITE FOR SVAROG !!!!! I really like him a lot he is so sweet <3 ILY TY FOR REQUESTING ( ↀДↀ)✧

"Bio heat reaction detected — Identifying bio information... Identification result: Y/N. — Hostility level: None. What can I do for you, Y/N?"

That familiar robotic tone greeted you as soon as you had made your way into Svarog's base camp, spotting the glowing red eye you had grown accustomed to.

The robot awaited you and Clara at the top of the steps, and you gently eased the small girl up, giving Svarog a gentle smile.

"Sorry, Svarog. While Clara and I were out, she got a small wound. I was wondering where you keep the medical supplies?"

"Y/N, I'm fine..." the young girl whined, clutching to your hand for a moment longer before walking over to give Svarog a greeting hug (which was really more of her latching onto his leg).

You nodded kindly.

"I know, dear. But if you don't get it looked at, it could get worse. We don't want that, do we?"

Then, you turned your attention to the robotic man.

"She really is fine, but she had quite the tumble, to be honest. Her knee has a slight scrape. Could you show us inside?"

"What happened?" Svarog's head tilted.

"Some Fragmentum monsters appeared out of nowhere. It was just in the scramble to find a hiding place. We're both okay."

"What of the condition of the monsters that encroached on your time together? Where are they found?"

You chuckled. Although his voice was as computerized as ever, you could hear the barest hint of protectiveness seep in every now and then—something that should be impossible, yet, here you were.

"Not to worry. I took care of them before we returned. Clara managed to find somewhere to hide in the scuffle."

"Understood. Come along, Clara."

"But what about Y/N?!" Clara burst out, tears threatening to fill her red eyes as she clutched onto Svarog's pantleg and tugged him back before he could walk away. "They tripped too!"

"Ah, nonsense!" you hurried, laughing nervously. "I'm really all right. I didn't get any injuries from it."

"But if I need to get checked out, you should too! Just in case!"

Children sure are stubborn these days.

You shook your head in resignment, turning again to the tall robot as he scooped Clara into his arm.

"Do you mind if I impose?"

"You are not someone capable of imposing. You are always welcome in our camp," Svarog answered surely, without leaving space for a single question or protest. He moved towards you, offering one hand while his other was occupied holding Clara.

You took it graciously, heading into the small mansion that was Svarog's home.

"Not someone capable of imposing, hmm... Is that all part of your calculations too?" you nudged him as you made your way through the halls, going to the makeshift infirmary set up in the back corner of the estate.

"Yes."

You chuckled lightly. Stoic as always. Then again, he is a robot.

"What if I defected, became a vagrant and went to steal your stockpiled goods for whatever reason?"

"Calculating — Rate of trust towards Y/N exceeds that of the average human. Probability of betrayal, defection, or otherwise malintent: 0.00%. Result identical to previous fifteen calculated results. Existing data will temporarily not be altered."

Your eyes widened a bit of that, and you raised a brow.

"Clara, have you asked him such a thing before?"

"No, I haven't..." she trailed off. You turn to Svarog.

"So, you think about me often, do you?" you teased lightly, knowing the robot would have some sort of calculative response to that.

Svarog did not respond.

In the moment, you shrugged it off, but something tickled the back of your mind about the way he remained silent.

Was there really a way to calculate such a thing with pure logic?

You chose to shove the thought from your mind for now.

Svarog gently sat Clara on the examination table, gathering bandages and ointment. He placed them on the table beside you, standing back and allowing you to gently patch up the small girl's leg.

As soon as you finished, the girl had hopped up at once, hugging you and Svarog lightly as she went to the door.

"I'm going to go check on Pascal. Bye, Mr. Svarog! Bye, Y/N!"

You waved her off with a smile, sighing as you leaned against the wall.

"Please sit on the examination table, Y/N."

The computerized voice cut through your thoughts, and you eyed Svarog, who was very pointedly staring at your knee. You chuckled nervously, waving your arms again.

"Svarog, like I said, I'm fine. I didn't trip that hard—"

"According to observational results, you have a mild limp and a tremble in your left leg. Probability of injury: 96.38%. Probability of injury exceeding average standard of human pain tolerance: 47.92%. Probability of—"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" you huffed, tossing yourself onto the examination table and lifting up your pantleg. Though the gash in your knee was nothing life-threatening even if infection were to encroach, it did hurt, and nothing escaped Svarog's observational eye.

"See? Nothing too bad. I can take care of it myself back home, you don't need to worry."

"I will treat it."

"Svarog!" you exclaimed as he took the ointment in his large, metallic hand, applying a generous amount. "I really am okay!"

"Clara is worried for your well-being. As am I." The second part of his sentence made you shut up just a bit. That is, until he started rambling again. "Probability of Clara's mental well-being declining as a result of Y/N's injured knee — 93.49%—"

"I got it with the calculations! Just... do what you gotta do," you relented at last, allowing the robot to finish dressing your wound and bandaging you up at remarkable speeds.

Honestly, with how large his hands are, you weren't sure if he'd be up for it. Still, he did a decent job. Better than decent, really.

"Are medical skills also ingrained somewhere in that big computer-like database of yours?"

"I can access all databases relative to Belobog. As there are records of accurate and efficient medical care, I am able to perform these according to written instruction."

"Hmm... Well, thank you, regardless."

"You have my appreciation as well, Y/N, for assisting Clara. It would be appreciated if you would look after her in the future, as well."

You laughed lightly.

"Is that even a question? I'll always be there for you and Clara. No need to worry. Though, I'm sure you'd be able to demolish anyone that threatens Clara with far more ease than I."

"Verifying accuracy of claim — Combat systems—"

"Okay, Svarog, just an observation, no need for an analysis!"

"Very well."

By the time Svarog had led you back outside, Clara had returned, Pascal in tow. She gave you another great, big hug before you left, all while you patted the robot on the arm.

"I'll see you two later."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

"Bye, Y/N! Come back and visit again soon!"

As soon as you were out of earshot, the small girl turned to her father figure, a big beaming grin on her usually timid face.

"Are you and Y/N gonna get married, Mr. Svarog?"

Svarog did not reply aloud, but the whirring of his circuits made it plenty clear to Clara that calculations were running like rampant in his computerized mind.

"Let us go inside, Clara."

She only giggled.