#natural lip balm set

[aweina]

Could I request the reverse of your ‘when you catch them staring’ headcannons? And with a lot of teasing from the reader too?

୨୧. heart eyes — mortal kombat one. kameos : sub-zero. scorpion. smoke + johnny cage & raiden

when you catch them staring at you.

bi-han tries to make his staring unnoticeable. with his silver mask blocking away any emotions that he could display, his eyes have become naturally expressive over time. they gleam whenever you pass by him, a foreign softness to them. the permanent scowl is less intense when he takes a moment to memorize details of your face. your eyes captivated him the most — a whirl of emotions so deep set into your irises. he could stare at them for hours on end.

it’s when you asked bi-han to revise tomorrow’s training module, his staring is much more obvious in such a closer proximity. his dull brown eyes look restful, more hazy with warmth that contrasted his deadly cold nature — yet he still looks terrifying, but it could never be helped when it came bi-han, it was his resting face. when you quickly look up for a reply, he realizes all too late that he’s caught, yet his stubbornness tells him not to falter under your gaze as he mentally cursing at himself for his blatant act of staring.

“are you angry at me or is there something on my face?” you quirked an amused brow with a smile, tilting your head cutely.

bi-han just grunted in response, snatching the scroll off your hands and raising it against his face to avoid your teasing gaze — thankful his mask hid his redden cheeks. the grandmaster would have to die of old age before he admits that he admires you from afar. but for now he’ll deal with your relentless teasing.

kuai liang loves to admire beauty whenever he encounters it. the vibrant, pink blossoms grown in wu shi academy always made him smile. the fresh greenery and exotic plants that he cared for always brightened his day. but all those things were incomparable to your beauty and intellect. he loves to watch you fight — even looking past the sweat and messy hair after intense training. he watches you with adoration when you converse with the younger trainees — resilient and beautiful — he thinks.

you tended to him after he comes back from a mission, offering herbal tea and a scenery of his garden under the moonlight. you converse with him, although it’s one sided. kuai liang stares at your lips, soft and pretty — curling into a sweet smile. you notice that his soften eyes were directed on your lips. a rush of heat flowed through your body, how long had he done this for?

“what is so interesting about my lips kuai liang?” you muster the courage to ask, mentally thanking madam bo for gifting you tinted lip balm.

his reaction seemed halted before he realizes he was indeed caught. he chuckled nervously as he propped himself up to turn towards the luminance of the moon. kuai liang was flustered, but when he felt your balmy lips on his cheek, all the shame in his body vanished.

tomas isn’t subtle. at all. he’s very much aware of that, even his brothers and the young trainees tease him for being so smitten at plain sight. even so, he still cannot help but continue to stare at you with a loving daze — nervously fiddling his fingers behind his back. through his daily admiring, tomas came to the conclusion that he loved everything about you. his eyes tend to dart to your bright eyes, soft lips, pretty hair, and silky skin.

when you’re accompanying him with his training, cheering and playfully applauding at the younger ninjas dueling in an tense battle. the action playing before tomas was lost in time. it was blurry, silent, unmoving but all he could see is you — manipulating this time stop in his mind with your raw radiance. then his eyes widen when you met his gaze and suddenly he’s panicking. with trained speed, he’s now looking down at his feet, whistling a broken tune.

“this is the third time i’ve caught you staring, you know that right?” you mused, uncontrollably giggling when tomas nods in flustered acknowledgment.

tomas looks up from his feet and sighs in defeat. even caught another time, he’ll still take the opportunity to look at the scene before him — your cheerful grin and gleaming eyes. if his staring problem can make you this happy, he doesn’t see why he should ever stop.

johnny cage is a shameless man. he loves to flirt and proudly embrace his failed attempts at flirting. eye contact is key, he believes. a very effective technique to swoon others and an act of intimacy without touching. johnny loves to stare at you, in hopes of meeting your eye and share a perfectly cliche romantic movie experience. but with your oblivious nature, he hasn’t been successful just yet. although he learned that he loved your smile — instead of his usual attraction to anything below the face.

mindlessly wondering around the fire temple, johnny finds you sitting on the stairs while reading a rather thick looking book. he immediately joins your side, flashing a white smile as he enthusiastically boast about his acting career. even if your eyes aren’t on him, to much to his disappointment, you acknowledged every word and responded in interest. then he gradually stops talking until he’s mute and you grow concerned.

“johnny, did you fall asleep?” your brows furrowed as you turned to him, his head resting on his knee.

with his frosty blue lens, you couldn’t tell if he’s awake or asleep. slowly, you took the frames off his face and flinch in shock. his eyes were wide open, staring at yours with unfamiliar intensity for a moment. then you smile and turn away flustered. finally! he made eye contact and was rewarded with your beautiful smile. johnny’s hollywood charm works … most of the time.

raiden is clueless when it comes to his staring problem. he doesn’t mean to stare half the time, it was a force of habit — automatic admiration. you were simply bewitching, even in simple attire that was paired with a stained apron. his eyes are big and soft when he looks at you, even so when he talks about you. it could take kung lao screaming in his ear for raiden to snap out of his enchanted state. he promises himself to be more subtle, and so he did.

you’re pacing around the tea house, serving refreshments with impressive finesse while warmly conversing with the local villagers. under his straw hat, raiden watches you intently — noticing the loose stands fall on your face as it tickles your neck. your soft hair frames your face perfectly, dancing through the air like silk in the wind — one of your most beautiful features. under a smitten daze, he doesn’t notice how your body is much closer and how your voice was much clearer, soothing his ears.

“it’s okay to call me over for a chat raiden, i don’t bite.” you jested as you tilted his hat back with a finger, meeting his eager gaze.

he’s blushing now, beet red. a nervous laugh escaped his lips as his eyes averted to the side — caught in the act. you only adoringly smile at him, leaving the check on his table as you tend to another customer. another friendly interaction, raiden thinks. but when he looks at the check, a small heart and the time you’re off work was written on the parchment. his cheeks suddenly hurt from smiling too hard, he couldn’t wait. but for now, he’ll kill time by watching you from afar.

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[sugarfreelilac]

༘ The Virgin Suicide diet ₊˚

;𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒷𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇˖˚

-—-‎ ♡₊˚ All day you spend alone in your room, drowning in loneliness, magazines and love songs. You know so well the imprisonment of being a girl, mind always active and dreamy, stomach empty and fluttery. Play an old record, flip through retro fashion catalogs, and write poems all day in swirly cursive lettering. Why eat when you could daydream?

diet tips

༘ 𐙚 wake up late so that you naturally fast part of the day.

𐙚 daydream instead of eating: journal in pretty writing about your thoughts and desires.

༘ 𐙚 consume between 300 - 700 calories each day.

𐙚 eat small amounts of simple, yummy foods that you enjoy.

༘ 𐙚 take long walks, appreciate beautiful scenery, and write poems outdoors.

𐙚 find inspo in magazines. you can also distract yourself with vacation pamphlets and ads. cut out the pictures and make a collage of places you want to go and the person you want to be.

༘ 𐙚 only do exercises that are enjoyable for you, such as dancing in your room, playing a sport, walking, or swimming.

Something like this…

Breakfast

You wake up slowly at 12 pm. Harsh sunlight beams at your window through the elm trees that line your street. Take the time to put your hair into beautiful waves or curls. You pluck your eyebrows, remove peach fuzz from your cheeks, and put on some strawberry lip balm. Before you know it, it’s afternoon and you haven’t ate anything.

Go to the kitchen and take your time to plate a slice of bread with ham and light mayo (~200 cal), or a small salad with tomatoes, avocado, and some feta (~120 cal). Then you return to your room and listen to old records, sipping on a diet coke (0 cal).

Lunch

Find a popsicle in your freezer (30-150 cal) and take it out into the sunny front yard. Watch your gardener trim flower bushes at the end of your driveway. Walk down your street, observing your neighbors, picking flowers, and watching birds perched in elm trees. Find a field and spend some time sitting there writing poems.

Dinner

You return home hours later. The table is set with salad, baked lemon chicken, and mashed potatoes. You put some on your plate (~200-400) and eat slowly, entirely disinterested in the meal. You’re busy thinking about school, your crush, or something pretty you want to buy. When you’re done, excuse yourself and go to your room.

Late night drink

After dark, drink some peach schnapps or sugarfree soda. Go outside, watch the stars, and listen to old love songs.

-—-‎ ♡₊˚ inspired by @honeysugarfree’s themed diets :)

[valenschirico]

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[1818havefaith]

2016 NATURAL GLOW: FAITH’S GUIDE

OVERVIEW

This one’s my personal favourite. Simple, yet effective. A look to enhance your natural beauty. The eyebrows are very 2016, the lashes are bold, but everything else is quite toned down and simple. This look is perfect for everyday and special occasions. You can also do it without foundation to make it even more simple.

PRODUCTS

Primer

Baby powder

Foundation, tinted moisturiser(can be done without)

Concealer

Setting/loose powder

Pressed powder

Eyebrow gel

Brow pomade

Highlighter

Lashes

Lash glue

Lip gloss

Setting spray

TOOLS

Powder brush

Beauty blender

Tweezers

Brow brush

STEPS

BASE

Apply primer to skin, (skincare should be done before this step) make sure primer is applied ALL OVER your face

#faithtip After applying primer, use a brush to apply baby powder to your skin

These two steps will keep your makeup intact for AGES and prevent a lot of sweating through makeup

Then apply foundation or tinted moisturiser and blend well with a beauty blender (you can skip this step to keep your makeup light)

#faithtip wet your beauty blender with setting spray for better hold and easier blending

Apply pressed powder with a powder brush and blend well with a brush

This look is quite light, so instead of under-eye concealer apply loose setting powder from under your eyes to your temples, using a beauty blender

Apply loose setting powder from the side of your lip to the side of your face, under your cheek

Leave the setting powder unblended for now

BROWS

One of the KEYS to this look is eyebrows, make sure your brows have a defined shape

Brush through your brows and shape them with brow gel

Use pomade and a small brow brush to draw a line on the bottom of your eyebrows, following the shape of your brows

Draw a line at the top of your brows following the shape of your brows again

Fill your brows in within the lines

Brush through your brows again with brow gel

After this, apply concealer under your brows

The concealer should look like you have painted an outline of your eyebrows

Blend this in with a beauty blender

Use a beauty blender to apply loose powder underneath and on top of your brows, let it sit.

LASHES

When I do this look I don’t apply lashes because I wear cluster lashes/extensions, I find it quicker and easier for me to get ready

People who wear lash extensions/clusters can also skip lash application

STRIP LASHES

But for this step apply glue to strip lashes

Wave the lashes around for a bit so the glue dries a tiny bit and feels a little bit sticky

Place them on the lash line and adjust where needed (using tweezers or fingers)

CLUSTER LASHES

Strip lashes can also be cut into smaller pieces or use cluster lashes

Dip them into glue and wipe off the excess

Use tweezers to hold the lashes

Pull the top of your eyelid upwards so you can see underneath your eyelashes

#faithtip Wipe the glue on the part you are applying to then you can dip the lash in glue again before actually placing it underneath your lash

This make the lashes more firm and secure

Make sure it is not too close to your eye as this can be irritating

Fan your eyes if you can still feel wet glue

BACK TO THE BASE

Using a powder brush, brush away/blend out the loose powder, under your eyes, under your cheeks and around your eyebrows

Blend VERY well, as the powder has been sat on your face for a while, so it will not move easily

After this, apply a gold/bronze tone highlighter on the tip of your nose, on your cheek bones, your brow bone and cupids bow

Apply in moderation and blend slightly with finger to avoid looking ashy

Now use setting spray (holding it not too close to your face) over your face 3-4 times

LIPS

Add more highlighter to cupids bow if needed

Apply Vaseline/lip balm for moisture

Apply clear lip gloss

[ashwhowrites]

Hi! Can I request Eddie x Dustin's cousin and miscommunication trope?

Eddie's seen her only a few times when gave Dustin ride (she'snew in town). And he's really enamored by her so he asks Dustin if he can investigate what's her type.

Dustin tells her that one of his friends thinks she's really cool and wants to ask her out. She asks if it's that cute guy with amazing hair and adorable smile who gives him a ride sometimes. He immediately thinks she means Steve, so he had bad news for Eddie.

He tells him about it and he replays "it's nothing I didn't expect. You should get to know them together. Steve's a good guy".

So one day Dusty bun and reader drives to Family Video and before they're get out of car he says something like "oh, look we're lucky. Steve has a shift today".

She replays "I don't see him, just this guy with big, funny hair"

"What? That's Steve"

"No, you said that this cute guy with pretty curly hair is Steve. You know, with a van"

And then Dustin understands his mistake... Do you think we can get happy end? 🙏🙏🙏

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Wrong name

Eddie had his eyes set on Y/N the second she honked her horn and demanded Dustin move faster. She was blaring music with her windows down. She was gorgeous, naturally and simply. But Eddie was more shy than he liked to admit and was too scared to speak a word in her direction.

A few weeks passed and she continued to pick Dustin up from Hellfire. Eddie loved getting small glances at her but he wanted to know more about her. Scared of rejection, he asked Dustin to poke around and find out her type. Eddie didn't have too high of hopes but he figured he had nothing to lose.

Dustin said goodbye to the group as he got in Y/N's car, Eddie gave him a nod and Dustin smiled back with a wink. Eddie was a little nervous to leave the fate of his love life in Dustin's hands.

Driving home, Dustin tried to think of a sly way to bring Eddie up. But he came up empty and decided to be honest.

"So I have a friend that thinks you are pretty cool, and attractive. He wants to ask you out but is afraid he isn't your type. What would you say your type is?"

Y/N blushed at the idea of someone wanting to ask her out. She only had seen two of Dustin's friends that were age-appropriate, so it slimmed down her guesses.

"Is it that cute guy with gorgeous hair and that dazzling smile that sometimes brings you home from school?" Her voice sounded perky and Dustin could tell she was excited about the idea.

Dustin sighed sadly as she described Steve, he was a little scared to tell Eddie the bad news.

"Steve! You like Steve?"

~~~

"And then she described Steve, I'm sorry man," Dustin said, Eddie shrugged his shoulders and tried not to seem as upset as he was.

"Yeah, I figured she'd like someone like him. He's always complaining about being single so maybe you should set them up."

"Are you sure you are cool with that?" Dustin asked.

Truthfully, Eddie was not. He was more upset about it than he'd like to admit. He never had a conversation with the girl but felt torn apart that he didn't have a shot. He would probably want to poke his eyes out every time Steve made her laugh and kiss her.

"Totally."

~~~

"Your mom said it has to be PG so only look at PG" Y/N demanded as she parked the car. Dustin rolled his eyes as he got out. He looked inside the video store, and aside from the busy amount of customers he noticed Steve at the counter.

"Oh, it's your lucky day! Steve is working." Dustin teased, and Y/N was frantic upon hearing the name.

"You little shit, a little heads up that he works here would have been nice." Y/N groaned as she checked her appearance in her car mirror. She tossed around her hair and searched for lip balm in her purse. She coated her lips as Dustin waited impatiently.

Y/N accepted her appearance was the best she could do, and got out. She walked nervously behind Dustin as they headed into the store. But as she took in the large room, she didn't see Steve anywhere.

"Where is he? I don't see him." She said. Dustin told her he'd set them up since Steve liked her back. She hoped they'd get to talking and maybe he'd ask her out.

She wished she wasn't so nervous to talk to him and did it all the times she saw him while picking up Dustin. But she couldn't, her mouth went numb and all she could do was stare.

"Are you blind? He's right at the counter." Dustin expressed dramatically as he gestured towards the counter.

"I'm not blind. All I see is that tall kid with floppy hair." She crossed her arms as she glared down at the younger boy.

"What? That's Steve!" Dustin was confused and Y/N was too.

"No, you said Steve is that cute guy with gorgeous hair and that dazzling smile that sometimes brings you home from school! He drives the van, and is in your little club." Y/N explained.

Dustin looked between her and Steve a hundred times before his eyes shot open.

"YOU LIKE EDDIE!" Dustin screamed, Y/N covered Dustin's mouth as she blushed. Her eyes were wide in fear as she looked around the store. Dustin unfortunately caught the attention of some people nearby who looked at him displeased.

Y/N removed her hand and Dustin apologized to those nearby.

"I think I created a tiny little problem." Dustin nervously laughed, Y/N glared and his laughter stopped.

"Explain."

"Eddie asked about you and I thought you liked Steve! So I told Eddie you weren't interested and he told me to set you up with Steve. And well, I told Steve I had a cousin who was interested in him...." Dustin trailed off with a big smile.

"Wait so, I like the guy named Eddie, and Eddie wanted to ask me out but he thinks I'm into that kid over there?" Y/N asked, her finger pointing to Steve as he flirted with a customer, horribly.

"Uh yeah! But I can fix this!" Dustin rushed out. "I just need a phone!" He ran to the counter and asked Steve for the work phone. Dustin dialed Eddie's number and waited for him to pick up.

~

"He's on his way so just wait outside," Dustin said, pushing her out the door.

"I don't want to stand outside and look desperate!" Y/N argued.

"But then you have to meet in front of everyone here! That's worse." Dustin fought back. Y/N sighed and agreed.

She waited against her car as she watched every car drive by. She could hear his van before she saw it. Her palms began to sweat, she took a deep breath and pushed off her car as his van pulled next to her.

~

Eddie got more nervous once he saw her. He was thankful it was a misunderstanding and he had a shot. He turned off his van and slipped out. He took a few deep breaths and walked over.

"Eddie right?" Y/N asked, her hand covering her eyes from the bright sun as she looked him up and down. She loved everything she saw. He was in a simple T-shirt, his arm tattoos dark against his pale skin. His signature black jeans are dressed up with chains. She bit her lip as she took in his face, his hair was pulled up into a bun so she could see every detail. His brown eyes shined from the sun as he squinted to look at her.

"Y/N, right?" Eddie replied, a smile on his face as she nodded.

"Sorry about Dustin. I guess that's what I get from letting a freshman set me up." Eddie joked. His heart fluttered as she laughed at his joke.

"Yeah, I think maybe we should call the shots from now on." She joked back.

"Smart girl," he smirked, "well we are at a movie store. What if we find one and maybe you can come to my place?" He walked closer, his arm leaning on the roof of her car as he leaned over her.

She wasn't sure if it was the sun or him that made her break out into a sweat. He angled his head to block the sun, her eyes fully open as she took him in. Now even closer, she already could tell he was a tease.

"Your place already? Is that how fast you move with all the girls?" Her head raised as she challenged him.

"Oh never! Just the ones that don't leave my mind even before I knew her name." He flirted.

"Well since you are so sweet with words, I'd love to watch a movie."

"It's a date, sweetheart." He reached up to softly rub her cheek. She tried to keep her breathing at a normal pace as she leaned into his touch.

~

Steve looked at Dustin as he waited for him to speak, the boy paced back and forth in front of the counter.

"Dude, just tell me!"

"you know that cousin I was gonna set you up with?" Dustin asked, a small apologetic smile on his face.

"Yeah," Steve said

"Wellllllll" Dustin started, he turned around to see Eddie and Y/N very close as they talked in the parking lot. Barely any space between their bodies. Anyone could read their body language and know they were flirting.

"That's her," Dustin said as he pointed.

"The one almost lip-locking with Eddie?" Steve scoffed

"Yeah! So my bad! See you tomorrow." Dustin said as he rushed out of the store.

"HENDERSON!"

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[accioscarheadthings]

I been reading your ken sato stuff and love them🤭. Could you do one were it’s like curvy reader but they just have that milf aura to them but that’s just how they are. Like basically Ken kinda met his match idk how to say it😞. But ya keep up the beautiful work pooks ☺️

thank youu anon 💖💖 i hope i delivered what you asked for...

Tender Dominance

pairing: kenji sato x curvy!fem!reader

warning: none, fluff, soft moments, partial nudity(?), mentions of smut towards the end

summary: kenji with a curvy!fem!reader who has milf energy

masterlist !

⇏ kenji couldn't help but feel a surge of desire every time you entered a room. your mere presence seemed to ooze a magnetic energy that drew him in.

⇏ as you stood there, talking to a friend or adjusting your clothes, his eyes would follow your every move, tracking the subtle curves of your body. he'd find himself staring at the way your hair framed your face, or the way your lips curled into a smile as you laughed.

⇏ kenji was captivated by the way you moved and carried yourself. there was something about the way you commanded attention, the way you held yourself with such poise and grace, that he found utterly intoxicating.

kenji clung to you like a lifeline, his arms wrapped tightly around you. even the threat of being late couldn't break his hold. he needed this closeness, the warmth of your body, the scent of your skin, the rhythm of your heartbeat. it was a primal need, an inborn craving. your presence was a balm for his racing mind, soothing the anxieties that plagued him. with you, the world seemed quieter, simpler. the constant chatter in his head faded, replaced by a sense of peace and comfort. you cradled his face in your hands, gently tracing the contours of his cheeks and jaws. his eyes fluttered shut, a look of pure bliss washing over his features. with a soft smile on your lips, you began to cover his face with a series of tender kisses. you started on his forehead, then moved down to his temples, followed by the tip of his nose. finally, you arrived at his lips, where you lingered for a moment, savoring the softness of his mouth against yours.

his fingers curled around your waist, gently gripping the soft flesh there. he relished the feeling of your velvety body against his muscular one, the subtle give of your stomach making him want to pull you even closer. "kenji, aren't you late for a press meet?" you reminded him gently. his eyes snapped open, and he cursed under his breath, "crap, you're right," he muttered, reluctantly pulling away from you.

he sat up with a huff, raking a hand through his hair in frustration, "i can't believe i lost track of time again," you rolled your eyes as he regretted his lack of timekeeping skills, "of course you can't," you echoed, pulling the bedsheet up to cover your bare chest. as you watched him scramble to get ready, you couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and affection for his scatterbrained nature. kenji quickly rose from the bed, stretching his limbs as he searched for his clothes, "damn it," he muttered under his breath, "i should have set an alarm," he flung open the wardrobe doors, grabbed the closest items of clothing he could find, and began pulling them on like a man possessed. his hands fumbled with the buttons and zippers, fingers trembling with frustration as they tangled in the fabric. you watched with a mix of amusement and concern as he frantically dressed, amused by his chaotic energy but concerned about his punctuality, "don't you think you should take a moment to calm down?" you offered teasingly, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

the bedsheet was draped around you, the sheer material hugging your curves in all the right places. the way it clung to your body, the thin fabric leaving your bare flesh tantalizingly visible.

kenji's eyes roamed over your form, taking in every inch of your exposed flesh as the sheer fabric clung to your body. his gaze lingered on the way the material bunched at your stomach, drawing attention to its soft, rounded shape. it curved up around your breasts, creating a delightful crevice that framed your cleavage, and then continued to hug your sternum, the taut material pressing against your skin. your hardened nipple was clearly visible through the translucent material, leaving little to the imagination. his hands itched to reach out and touch you, to run his palms over your curves and feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips. but he knew he couldn't, not when he was running late. he immediately felt his cheeks flare up in a deep blush. he stammered, his words lodging in his throat as he found himself unable to look away. "eyes up here, big boy," you chuckled at his flustered state, enjoying the effect you were having on him.

kenji's heart thumped in his chest as he heard your words, his desire for you growing stronger with every passing moment. he fidgeted restlessly, his hands clenching at his sides as he fought the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch you. he bit his bottom lip, his eyes still glued to your seductive form, "you're killin' me, mama," he groaned, his voice hoarse with longing. you laughed, enjoying the effect you had on him, "and you're a sucker for it," you retorted, running a hand idly across your barely covered waist, the bedsheeet dipping between your legs and revealing a hint of your bare thigh. kenji's eyes followed the path of your hand, his mouth going dry as he watched the way the sheer fabric moved with your touch, "you drive me insane," he rasped, his voice low and husky with need, "fuckk," "is that a good thing or a bad thing?" you teased, leaning back on the bed and deliberately arching your body to give him a better view.

kenji's breath caught in his throat as he took in the enticing sight before him. his eyes raked over your form, taking in every curve and contour, "both," he answered, his voice hoarse and strained, "good because it makes me i feel lots of things. bad because I can't act on it right now," you chuckled, relishing the power you held over him in that moment, "poor baby," you purred, feigning sympathy, "so desperate, but so helpless." you rolled over, laying on your stomach, and gazed up at kenji, a coy smile playing on your lips. the bedsheet fell open slightly, revealing an irresistible glimpse of your bare skin through the sheer fabric. you beckoned him closer with one finger. kenji's eyes widened at the sight, his heart racing at the way the bedsheet now hung loosely off your form, the sheer fabric revealing just enough to drive him mad with desire. he swallowed hard, walking towards you, torn between his primal urges and his sense of duty, struggling to keep control.

you caught his hand gently, bringing it to your lips and showering each knuckle with a tender kiss. the gesture was so simple, yet it made his breath hitch. he watched you, entranced by the softness of your lips against his skin. you bit his knuckles playfully, gently nipping at them with your teeth as you gazed up at him. kenji's breath hitched at the sensation, a mix of surprise and pleasure coursing through him. he watched you, a smirk forming on his lips as he noticed the cheeky gleam in your eyes, "you're a naughty one," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. he flexed his fingers slightly, testing the way your teeth pressed softly against his skin.

he squatted down on the floor, positioning himself in front of the bed. his hand slipped from your grasp to the back of your head and pulled you towards him, clashing your lips to his in a deep kiss. your mouths meld together, and your lips move in a passionate embrace. a low moan escaped from your throat, the sound muffled by the intensity of the kiss. kenji's hands immediately slid down to your hips, groping possessively, trying to feel as much of you as possible, his touch both demanding and tender. you pull away from the kiss with a soft gasp, meeting his gaze as you remind him, "you're late, honey," kenji whined in frustration, his eyes clouded with desire as he looked down at you, "i know, mama," he muttered, "but I can't help it when you're being so damn tempting," you roll your eyes at his response, knowing all too well the effect you had on him, "well, you better get untempted quick,"

⇏ those times, when the weight of public scrutiny and criticism felt too heavy to bear, he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he'd come home after a particularly tough day and seek you out, desperate for comfort and reassurance that he wasn't as bad as the media made him out to be.

kenji stumbled through the door, his expression a mix of sullenness and shame. he knew he had messed up, again, and the weight of media criticism was weighing heavily on his shoulders.

the media had jumped on the incident between kenji and his teammate, exaggerating the fight and painting him as a volatile and uncontrollable athlete. to make matters worse, his subsequent outburst at a news conference had earned him the label "wild athlete gone loose."

kenji was met by your disapproving gaze in the living room, your arms crossed in front of you. you fixed him with a steady glare, your finger pointing at him firmly, "i notice you've been keeping yourself busy," you said, turning off the television and giving him your undivided attention. he hung his head, feeling ashamed of his behaviour, "i'm sorry, babe," he murmured, his voice sheepish. he took your accusing hand into his own, gently covering the span of your fist with his. he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your pointer finger.

"i snapped," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice, "i know i shouldn't have, but i just couldn't hold it in any longer," his grip on your hand tightened in distress. your expression softened a little as you watched him, your stern demeanor faltering in the face of his remorse. your fingers shifted to intertwine with his. you knew kenji was impulsive, prone to letting his emotions get the best of him. but you also knew he was trying to change. you sighed, "you can't keep doing this," you chided, your voice firm but gentle, "every time you lash out, it reflects badly on you and on your team," you continued, "the media is already having a field day with your behavior. you need to learn to control your temper,"

kenji nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "i know," he muttered, squeezing your intertwined hands, "i just get so frustrated sometimes. the pressure, the expectations, it all builds up and i just can't take it anymore," he sat down on the couch, in front of you, his hands coming to rest automatically on your hips. with you still standing in front of him, he pulled you closer, his face nuzzling into your stomach as he inhaled deeply. the warmth of your body, your soft scent, and the familiar feel of your flesh under his touch immediately eased some of the tension in his body. you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in soothing, circular motions. he closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into your touch. the feel of your fingers on his scalp was like a tonic, seeping right through his blood and easing the stress pumping through him. he buried his face deeper into your stomach, seeking comfort in your presence, "'m just so sick of everything," he groaned, looking up at you with his chin on your tummy, a pout on his adorable pink lips, "'m so tired, mama," you hugged his head closer to your body, kissing the top of his head, "i know, baby. it's okay. i got you,"

⇏ you could be doing something mundane as preparing dinner, the spatula in your hand, and kenji couldn't help but watch you intently.

⇏ the way you stood, your hip naturally resting on one side, had a certain allure to it. your confidence was captivating, and the casual grace of your movements was effortlessly attractive.

⇏ it wasn't just the action of cooking that caught his eye, but the way you carried yourself while doing it. every move you made was fluid and confident, radiating a subtle sensuality.

kenji was watching you in the kitchen, fascinated by how you skillfully wielded the spatula, your hand resting on your hip as you cooked.

suddenly, he found himself completely captivated by your look - something about the way you stood, hip cocked to one side, holding the spatula like a seasoned chef, drove him absolutely wild.

he couldn't help but approach you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his face into your neck, whispering, "you don't know what you do to me when you look like that,"

you leaned back lightly against him, sinking into the warmth of his body.

he pressed his body against yours, his hands resting on your hips as he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, "you look damn amazing like that," he murmured, his lips grazing against your skin, "like a hot mama, cooking for her man."

"but i'm just cooking," you defended with a chuckle, his words shooting shivers down your spine, "does it turn you on?"

"yeah," he chuckled in your ear as he ran his hands up and down your sides. "there's something about watching you cook. i especially love the way you stand, hip cocked, like you know exactly what you're doing," he moved one hand up to your hair, gently tugging on it, "it's like you're tempting me or something," his lips found their way to your neck, starting to press hot kisses along the sensitive skin as he continued, "it makes me want to forget about the food and just have you instead. right here against the counter," you sputtered, mouthing wordlessly as you tried to ignore the effect he had on you, "k-kenji..." he chuckled against your neck, feeling your surprise, "you're speechless, huh?" he nipped at your skin playfully, "that's okay, mama. you don't need to speak. your body is doing all the talking for you,"

he ran his hands along your sides again, his touch growing more possessive, caressing the soft flesh of your tummy, "the way you stand, the way you move... it all screams 'take me, i'm yours',"

"mmhm, you can take me, but not now. i gotta cook. so now, you gotta behave," you responded by reaching your hand back to cradle the nape of his neck. you turned your face slightly to place a quick, sweet kiss on his cheek.

he let out a low hum of satisfaction as he felt your lips on his cheek, "now that's just not fair," he murmured, tightening his hold on you, "you can't do something hot like this and expect me to behave myself!"

⇏ kenji’s flirty ambiance was all about confidence and charisma. he’s not afraid to use his good looks and charm to get what he wants, and his smooth talk and easy-going attitude make him hard to resist.

⇏ but this demeanor faltered in your presence. becoming a tangled mess of nerves. his usual charm and wit are replaced by stutterings and stumbling over words, making him seem flustered and vulnerable around you. it’s as if his feelings for you overwhelm his usual charm and wit, leaving him speechless and off-balance.

kenji entered the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail of your appearance as you sat on the counter, your legs swinging back and forth. a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he admiringly ran his gaze over your form, taking note of the way the white sundress clung to your curves and the way the hem swayed gently around your thighs. he let out a low hum of appreciation, his eyes trailing over your figure as he approached you, "mm, you look good, mama," he leaned over and sponged a loud kiss to your cheek, pulling an endearing smile from you.

kenji couldn't help but be enchanted by your charming smile. you pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his hip, and tugged him toward you, causing him to stumble between your legs. he took in the sight of you, lounging on the counter with your hands resting behind you. you looked down at him, "thank you, baby," your voice was sultry and soothing. kenji's cocky smirk faded into a flustered boyish expression as your seductive presence and the way you took charge made his heart rate quicken, "y-you can't just... do that to me, babe..." "do what?" you tipped your head to the side with a questioning look, your hair falling in the same direction.

"this," he paused, "this thing you do... when you just... take control like that," he let out a shaky breath. his fingers trailed over the exposed part of your thigh, his expression shy and timid, "'s driving me crazy," you brought up a hand to cradle the side of his face, adoring how submissive and pliant he got around you. he leaned into your touch, his eyes half-lidding as he relishes the feeling of your palm against his skin. a shiver ran down his spine as you grasp his face, and he involuntarily lets out a soft, low hum of pleasure.

you traced your thumb just below the outline of his lower lip, cooing softly at him, "my pretty boy," kenji tilted his head closer, his lips instinctively following your thumb. he let out a shaky exhale, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body, ”more,” he muttered, his voice a mere whisper as he tried to press closer to your touch, "please mama," his hands made their way up to your curves and your stomach. he let out a satisfied hum, his fingers digging into your flesh as he gripped your love handles almost possessively, his palms cupping to mold them into the hollow of his palms, ”i love your body so much,” he muttered, his voice low and filled with reverence.

you looped a finger into his gold chain, leaning back and pulling him closer. your lips landed on his jawline in a smooch, the hand on his face caressing lovingly. he closed his eyes, relishing the tenderness of your touch. growing shy, he hid his face in your neck, making you poke fun at him with a chuckle.

⇏ when kenji calls you 'mama', his voice takes on a soft, sensual tone. he's not just saying the word; he's savoring it, the way it rolled off his tongue in that sweet and affectionate way. it portrayed how much love he holds for you in his heart.

kenji would come home to you with a bouquet of flowers, a proud smile on his face. he had personally picked them out for you, hoping to make you smile. "these are for you, mama," he said warmly, his eyes softening as you accepted them with an excited gasp.

⇏ sometimes, there's a hint of desire and longing in his tone like he's trying to show how much he craves you. a subtle but unmistakable hint of the depth of his need and want.

"oh f-fuck, you feel so good, mama," he groaned against your neck, bottoming out and grabbing a hand full of your ass. with both of you on your knees, your back pressed against the strong expanse of his chest. he wrapped his arm around your body, holding you snugly in place while he fucked his hips into yours ruthlessly. your mouth was wide open with each breath, sending puffs of air past your lips. drool dripped down your chin, creating a sight that was both sultry and captivating. he dragged his cock out of your sopping heat, groaning at the way your pussy sucked him in. your mixed arousal dribbled down your inner thigh with the force of each dip of his cock. "hnng, so perfect. so," thrust "fucking," thrust "beautiful,"

[cursingtoji]

29 w/ Yuki jjk x fem reader? Im so gay for her 🫠

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ┊ a fun night in with your horny rommie

ᥫ᭡ tags. roommate! yuki x fem reader, wlw, drunk sex, fingering, tribadism, lots of kissing (have you seen her lips), dom!yuki, mention of a strap, humping, she calls you babygirl. 1.3k words. The Clichés ™

“Here” Yuki hands you a cup of water, holding a second one for herself as she stumbles a little before sitting down across the couch.

Both you and your roommate left for a night out with friends, they decided to extend the night by going to a club but with a simple exchange of looks you both decided to go back home.

“Maybe I should’ve gone to the club too… I could blow some steam” she confesses getting comfortable on the couch and putting her feet on the cushions, you mirror her.

“Please, I’ve seen you reject every guy that offers to buy you a drink for the past two months” you laugh.

“I said nothing about a guy” she adds and an awkward silence settles, “Ya haven’t even considered I might be into girls too?” she sits up.

“We’ll…” you want to say you haven’t seen her with a girl before so you didn’t want to jump into conclusions.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

She gets closer and you retract your legs.

“Are you into girls?” her tone is lower, more seductive, you look into her hooded eyes, your vision is not as sharp due to all the alcohol you both consumed tonight.

Yuki’s hand sets on your thigh, where the thin fabric of your trousers is not enough to keep you from feeling her warmth.

Yuki is truly gorgeous, tall with golden hair and a phenomenal body that has people breaking their necks when passing by her.

She’s well aware of this too, since she has no problem walking with nothing but a pair a panties after she showers, the first time you saw her bare chest was when she was blowing her hair with the bathroom door wide open, she smiled and said she would be freeing up the bathroom in just a few minutes while you stood there mouth agape.

“I might be” you murmur looking up at her.

So when she leans in you don’t question or protest, she naturally settles herself between your legs and lowers till her lips are softly brushing yours.

“Am I your first?” he whispers, her breath has a faint beer and strawberry smell that intoxicates you even further.

“No” you stare at her glossy lips, that’s probably where the strawberry scent comes from.

“Liar” she hushes before capturing your lips, she does it very slowly, allowing her lips to gaze over yours, the lip balm helping create an easy slide motion. Her soft mewls go straight to your pussy as he sucks on your bottom lip, the make out session quickly turns you on, your legs are open for her and she doesn’t waste the opportunity to slide her hand between them and rubbing her palm on you, that’s enough for your mouth to open in a gasp and her tongue find yours turning the seductive kiss into something more urgent.

“Mmph you’re a good kisser” you breathe out when she sits up to pull her shirt off.

“‘m good at a lot of things” she winks helping you remove your pants. You can see she’s getting a bit more desperate as she doesn’t care about fully removing your top, only pushing it up along with your bra then pressing kisses on your breasts.

“How drunk are you?” you giggle softly combing her hair and pushing your breasts into her face.

“Mm drunk enough to make this more fun” she bites your nipple and you hiss “Can’t believe you were hidin’ these from me” she squeezes your boobs together and lap at both simultaneously, her face is face is flushed and all you want is for her to keep kissing you breathless.

The space on the couch is narrow for the two of you, yet she manages to lie down next to you, half of her body touching the couch and the other half on top of you.

Yuki got rid of her pants and bra previous to that, now her heavy breasts lay on top of yours while she keeps your thigh between her legs, softly grinding her soaked cunt on you.

Yuki is not the type to leave her partner unsatisfied, she has her fingers down your panties, making a mess on your underwear and the couch.

You search for her lips again, wanting to be as close to her as possible while she explores your intimacy, she gives in of course, even with her glossy eyes she can she the lust in yours, having your pretty moans echo through the dark living room sounds like a dream to her. So naturally she gives what you’re wishing for and kisses you again, and because she’s slightly above you, you have to angle your head higher.

Everything about your body screams submission to Yuki, having you like putty under her only contributes for the knot in her core threat to snap.

She cares about your pleasure too, but now she’s grinding faster, her fingers try to keep a steady rhythm in you as she drags her clit harder on your thigh with her tongue deep inside your mouth.

“Yuki. . .” you whimper slightly turning and having her hardened nipple gazing yours.

“Mmmph so good” she moans letting go of your lips to close her eyes and get lost in the feeling. You go for her neck, nibbling the soft skin and allowing yourself to feel her scent, identifying a bit of what the bathroom smells like after she showers, it’s intoxicating. She’s intoxicating.

The heel of her palm bumps into your clit ever so often, your hand find her breast, your palm feels tiny against her voluptuous boob, it’s so soft all you can think about is burying your head in them after a stressful day and having her play with your pussy.

“Fuck, ‘m cummin’ babygirl nnhg—” she has such beautiful moans you have to bite your lips to hear only her. Her thighs are strong, gripping yours hard as she rides out her orgasm twitching ever so slightly against you.

Yuki moves to be above you, pressing her whole body on top of yours then taking one of your legs and holding it high on her waist, you don’t realize what she’s doing until she moves your underwear aside and presses her warm cunt on yours.

You gasp loudly, “You like it? Dirty girl. . .” she smiles nibbling on your ear, “So wet, guys can’t make you this wet, can they?” you shake your head, her hip game is unmatched, got you thinking what could she do with a strap.

She slowly drags her pussy along yours, you have no idea who’s more wet, both your juices are now combined.

Maybe getting drunk with your roommate was the best idea you had so far, the relaxed state of mind made you forget everything and just surrender yourself to her, focusing on feeling every part of her against yours, feeling her swollen clit hit rubbing on yours as sounds of wet skin fill the room.

You finish moaning her name with your eyes closed and hands holding her ass so she wouldn’t get away from you.

“So pretty” she coos watching you fall apart under her.

Once the high of your orgasm settles, she kisses your lips then sucks your tongue on her plump lips, you’re still softly moaning on the mouth of the best kisser you ever met.

“Let’s go, this couch ‘s too small” she raises then fall in the couch before raising again and taking your hand.

You giggle together, stumbling on nothing since you can’t take your hands off each other and no one is sober enough to guide the other. Once you managed to find her bed she pulls you into her lap, lips back on yours as she plans another night to get drunk with you.

a/n. congratulations if you got this far now you’re officially into women. no take backs.

[starsexplodeatnight]

Tf141 guys x Reader

Okay, Sooooo

I don’t know what this is per say, just

John Price x Florist!reader

Kyle Garrick x Dog-walker!reader

John Mactavish x Nurse!reader

Simon Riley x Preschool-teacher!reader

Price first!!!

This old dog is not having a good day. The first time you two meet? He’s looking to order a sympathy piece… a fallen solider. So, he’s not in the best mood when he enters your shop.

Then, you come out the back with your sweet smile. It feels like lip balm on chapped lips, soothing the cracks splintering his heart in this moment.

“Hi, I’m *Name*. Welcome, how can I help you?” With a soft look on your face.

Fuck him, he needs the kindness. You’re so understanding when he tells you, not overly patronizing just… kind. Understanding. You’d have to be, having to make arrangements and funeral pieces as much as you do.

While you’re quickly piecing the arrangement together you talk to him, just a natural flow of conversation. He does pause when you ask. “What do you want in the arrangement? What would you like it to look like?” “Sympathetic?” And you laugh. “Fair enough.”

He likes that laugh.

You hand him the arrangement and tell him how to take care of the flowers to make them last longer. Then give him this sweet, sweet encouraging smile…

Yeah, he comes back a week later. Up front asks: “You want to get dinner Love?” Makes you flush, your co-workers in the back giggling until you shoo them away. “That sounds lovely.”

‘Love really does bloom, doesn’t it?’ He muses.

Generally? Your life together is sweet.

You’re together for about a year before he proposed. He’s a man, he’s old enough to know what he wants. He wants to wake up with you ever morning with the safety of that ring around your finger. That, if anything ever happens to him? He could still provide even in his absence…

You hate it when he talks like that but, accept that you need to be realistic… deep down? It makes you feel loved. A painful, sorrowful, love.

He helps you when he can. Whenever he’s home? He’s at your shop helping you get any extra work done so you can spend as much time together as you can while he’s not deployed.

You need help assembling an arbor for a wedding? He uh- he has carpentry skills… let him help, love. He builds you the sturdiest arbor in the industry!

Deliveries? He’ll run those, he’s got time. He doesn’t mind. Warms his heart a bit to do some good delivering flowers to people… they get so happy when he shows up with flowers.

He helps you set up the flowers at weddings! He also refuses to do anything that puts him within the vicinity of the bride and her party! They mistook him as a stripper once, never again. Never again. He’s a happily married man, thank you very much!

What kind of male stripper wears a hat like his any way? Wrangler jeans and a L.L Bean shirt that’s probably older than the bride!!! It was actually very cute to see how steamed he was after that…

You make sure to give HIM flowers. Most men don’t get flowers until their funeral … You don’t want that to be John. He melts a little when you bring himself home flowers you arranged yourself just for him.

You’ve looked up and seen him leaning on the table with a rose between his teeth. As soon as you made eye contact, he wiggles his brows. It made you crack up, he did it just for that reason. A rare moment of silliness from your John.

Will judge other brides choices when you bring home the files for the weddings you’re hired for. But, nothing will ever compare to your wedding to him in his eyes because your wedding was the best. Ever.

He saved your bouquet, dried it and framed it. Gave it to you as an anniversary present.

He then played your wedding song and you two slow danced in a circle together…. Sigh…

Gaz!:

Kyle was on his morning run when he saw you. Across the street with a few dogs, you looked so fucking happy, that made you look so fucking pretty.

You’re wearing an over sized t-shirt, sweatpants and look frazzled as you wrangle 4 dogs at once. You don’t even notice the Adonis across the street as you try and regain steady footing as the dogs all do their best to keep you on your toes.

Brock the 3 year old yellow lab was a puller… and he is CHONKY so you didn’t have much time to pay attention to anything else.

Kyle now tries to ‘bump’ into you. Timing his run to make a meet cute happen. Fuck him if he’s already done his run and doesn’t see you only to spot you once he’s on his door step sweaty and gross! EVERY TIME!

He’ll try and go again even though his legs are burning. This? This stunt catches the dogs attention, not yours. You’ve got 5 today and they HAUL ASS to go see Kyle. And you’re just dragged to his feet.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! They’re all friendly, I swear!” You wheeze, Kyle laughs. “Don’t worry Luv! S’fine. It’s cute,” He’s not looking at the dogs, despite the Jack Russell ‘Shermie’ making eyes at him.

Ah ha! Kyle has ingratiated himself! He get’s so pumped as soon as he gets home! You invited him to walk with you! ‘Anytime!’ Fuck yeah! He does a fist pump and dances foot to foot.

He finds dogs are a good judge of character and, these dogs? They love you. And you are devoted to them despite them not being yours. He finds those qualities incredibly attractive.

Generally? You two are cute.

He’ll take the high energy dogs on jogs for you when you meet up. He can keep up with them! *subtle flex*

He despite his athleticism? He likes the small, slow dogs. Like the blind, cross eyed Shi tzu ’Louie’ and the grumpy old Bassett ‘Geraldine’

It gave him ample time to walk leisurely and talk to you… You, Gaz and Geraldine went on many walks together.

He love, love, loves whenever you send him a selfie of you and one of the dogs! He’s got a whole folder of them and the newest picture you send? That one is always his newest Lock Screen.

Has worn a dog papoose and, has carried a dog while wearing a dog papoose. He is not ashamed, you thought he looked cute. And he takes all compliments of any kind. Hell yeah he looks cute, thanks baby!

He loves those prissy little toys. ‘Teddy’ the Pomeranian is one of his favorites, Teddy just loves being held. Oh, Kyle looks so attractive holding that spoiled little poof… he’s so sweet and caring with it too. Fuck!

He holds you if one of your regulars dies. Losing an animal is hard, especially when you’d been walking that dog since it was a puppy… he’s here luv, it’s okay. His eyes are misty too because, he cared for that dog too.

He get’s a Bassett stuffed animal, ‘R.I.P Geraldine, you helped me find something worthwhile.’

He proposes to you that night.

You have a little Bassett hound topper on your cake as a small tribute to the dog that helped you get closer…

He will and HAS gotten between you and an aggressive dog. He doesn’t like hurting animals but, fuck if he was going to left anyone hurt his baby and her charges! Tries to beat the piss out of the owner.

His wedding gift to you? A dog. Not just any dog! He wanted to get you one that will keep you safe while he’s deployed and one that will help you handle your charges. So he get’s you a very highly trained Belgian malinois.

Her name is Gracie and she helps you both sleep better at night…

Soap!:

Oh, oh Soap. He get’s lambasted during a mission and gets put into hospital. His nurse? An over tired, over worked, grumpy woman who will not put up with Tom-fuckery during her shift.

In rolls in Soap: a battered pile of tenderized meat who immediately attempts a pick up line while she’s trying to make him comfortable. Oh, it’s going to be a long recovery.

Every goddamn shift! He’d light up every single fucking time you walk into the room! Oh, it makes you want to smother him with a pillow -cute aggression-

It’s not fair! You wanted to hate him! Be the grumpy bitch nurse and go on with your day! But, he makes it hard!!!

He seems so genuinely interested and not some creepy perv hitting on a nurse! He asks you how you are in such a genuine way, he leans in to listen, retains information! He does try and rile you up but, only because he thinks your ‘angry face’ is ‘cute’ the bastard! Who gave him the right to call you cute!?

And he loves, despite how angry you present yourself. You are the gentlest nurse, you care, you’re still a good nurse despite trying to act as jaded as the older nurses. You remember he does like certain foods, you get blood on the first draw and you always know what he needs…

God, it’s tumbling down the slippery slope faster than you ever imagined. You weren’t supposed to catch feelings! That’s not allowed!!! But when he’s finally discharged? He finds you, and offers to walk you home instead of going with his friends to celebrate his discharge.

He knew how much it meant to you for him to acknowledge what you’ve done for him… even behind the tough wall you put up.

He’ll always remember you stayed far past your shift to watch him when he spiked a fever and was critical…

You two are sour and sweet.

He rips those jaded glasses off your face and gives you a big kiss.

You’re kinda just- not codependent! but, something on the healthier side of that. You have a comfortable rhythm. He’ll go out with friends at night, stalling until you come off your shift and he can pick you up.

He gets to spend time with friends, you get to walk home knowing you’re safe at 2 in the morning… even if you have to steady him on the way home after one too many pints.

He has bought a sexy nurse costume for you. He mainly wants you to wear it, he has worn it as well…

He loves your stories! You have the best stories! He’ll sit you on the bar so you can regale his mates that story of that guy! “You know- that guy! The one that got that thing stuck up his ass!” “Which one?”

Sometimes you just, put your hand over his eyes. He looks at you with such fucking love it’s ridiculous. He just pushes further into your hand when you do this.

He will lie down and offer to be your dummy if you need a refresher on anatomy. Wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis.

It’s a personal victory whenever he makes you laugh.

He is lord and savior to the children in the hospital. He will come to visit the children’s care unit, full gear. You find him, and he is their god. They cling to his arms and legs, he’s still moving around, strong enough to keep on going even with 7 kids clinging to him.

He will use his little minions to his own personal advantage. Make them give you, like drawings and paper flowers just to see you smile. And for his own amusement.

It’s like Syd the Sloth and the tiny sloths.

He tells you he can’t wait until you have your own… you never imagined you’d actually ever get baby fever after working as a nurse again… Johnny makes that happen.

He makes you cry when he’s deployed. Wipes your tears away with his thumbs. “Oh, lass. Don’t cry! I ‘Ken you can put me back together if I come back in pieces.” He tries to joke, only makes you cry harder…

He holds you a little tighter after that one.

He never wants you to have to put you through that, ever. He cringes every time he remembers he said that… that he thought it was okay to joke about putting you through that.

Marries you after he comes home from deployment. He comes back in better shape this time too. He’s got to be careful now, doesn’t he?

Ghost:

This man? This man falls for a preschool teacher.

He’s just sitting in the park, minding his own business when he see’s you pass with your little class walking behind you like ducklings. Fuck, when was the last time he’d seen someone so pure?

Your preschool was just on the edge of the park and you, with a few other handlers, were letting the kids explore the park under supervision. Their ‘task’ is to find the ‘fauna’ of the park!

Imagine his surprise when more than 4 of the little crotch goblins run up to him specifically. He thought he was scary to the little kids, well apparently not! You rush over to his rescue when you see them using him as a piece of playground equipment.

Oh, he looked so confused. Frozen like a deer in headlights as you stifle your giggle, peeling the 4 year old girl off his lap. “I’m so sorry!” “No, s’fine… cheeky buggers.” The kids all giggle, eager to play with him again.

Ghost then adds it into his schedule to mosey past your school every afternoon. You always know when he does because it’s always at recess and all the kids (except a few) flock to the fence to say hello to ‘Mr Ghost.’

He feels like a celebrity… softens his prickly heart to see all these sweet kids admire him… he thinks so poorly of himself, then he looks at these kids and you? You all look at him with such adoration…. Makes him feel like a human being again instead of a war machine.

And you look at him with such love. You find it sweet he takes his time to come see the kids, graciously accepting their pictures they drew of him.

He was kind of awkward at first, he’d stood ramrod straight like he would with his old drill sergeant and informed you of his record. He wasn’t a creep, he was in the military, and this was his little… respite from all the bile he had to face.

You couldn’t turn him away. You welcomed him every time you saw him over the fence. He remained behind the boundary of the fence and was . He was very grateful you didn’t think he was a creep and trespassed him from walking by.

You two were blissful.

You asked him out on a date. He asked you how many children you wanted… so sweet. lol

He finds you absolutely beautiful, bouncing one of your students on your hip whenever he stops by. He can’t help it. He can’t wait until you have kids of your own, you’ll teach them to be such wonderful human beings. He’ll teach them how to defend themselves and he’ll keep you all safe.

He becomes a bit of a helper around the preschool whenever he’s not deployed. He’s certified in cpr- why not? He mostly just watches the class room to see if any kid is doing anything wrong and preventing anyone from choking.

Kids take turns sitting in his lap whenever he’s sitting. He acts like he doesn’t care but you know he adores it.

Little girls will bring him stuffed animals and by the time class ends he’s surrounded by every stuffed animal in class. He remembers all of their names too. Oh, you can’t help it you get cute aggression with him!

Will walk around with your lipstick prints all over his balaclava. He will dodge envy attempt to wipe them off. They’re his!

After a long day, he’ll help you clean up the class room. In his mind he’s playing this scenario out, like you two are cleaning up after your own kids.

Hates the moms. He hates every single one of of the moms. They’re annoying. They’re coming after his fine ass because they didn’t find a man that treat them right, like he does you and he’s not putting up with it!

Asks you to give him hickeys once. ‘‘But love, yes.’’ After you tell him ‘‘no!’’ “We work in a preschool!” “And? They bite each otha’ all the time.” “Simon!”

He is their god, part 2.

They laugh at all of his stupid jokes, which in turn makes you laugh and now he’s a smug bastard.

Vibes with Bluey, you two watch it together. Aims to be like Bandit when he’s a dad. Takes it as a compliment when you tell him. “You’re pretty much a dead ringer for him already love.” Like, stunned for a second before he’s kissing your temple.

He hates deploying now.

All the kids cry when he does, it’s awful. Then, it makes you cry too. You were trying so hard to be strong and now you’re crying along with them.

Makes him feel like a worse monster than he thought he was.

Tada! Idk what this was! But there ya’ go! Enjoy!

[philistiniphagottini]

Tag Team

Based off of this poll. Thanks again for indulging me, I'm really having a lot of fun with writing these threesome pairings. Feedback is welcome and appreciate. Enjoy~

cw. smut, threesome, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, fem! reader ((blade's tongue reaches your cervix because he's a freak of nature))

MDNI

nsfw below the cut

"Hold her still."

Dan Heng silently nodded along to the Stellaron Hunter’s words, not a single ounce of resistance to be found when following the command. You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue as Dan Heng placed his warm hands upon your bare skin, causing pleasant tingles to race along your back as heat coiled low in the pit of your stomach. The tips of his fingers traced along the insides of your plush thighs, causing your back to press harder into his chest from his position seated behind you. His hot breath tickled the shell of your ear as his fingertips walked along the smooth expanse of your thighs, his voice dripping from his tongue like warm honey as he purred your name huskily.

Every single hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation as Blade placed his hands on your spread knees, your eyes dazed in a haze of lust as he dropped to his knees in front of you. You squirmed when you felt wisps of his dark hair tickling your heated skin, your blood simmering hotly in your veins as he spread your legs further apart for his hungry gaze. Dan Heng’s grip on your thighs became firm when you tried to shy away, his hands sinking into the fat of your thighs until the skin spilled between his fingers.

"Shh, be good and hold still" he gently whispered.

You whimpered softly, swallowing around the lump in your throat as you nodded gently. Your teeth were set on edge as Blade continued to spread your legs further apart, a flow of cool air hitting your delicate features as your wet sex opened up like a delicate flower in bloom. A slow smile crawled over Blade’s face at the sight of your pussy practically drooling, beads of arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs and staining your skin with pretty pearls of white. Your nerves jolted under his intense gaze and you couldn’t help the quiver of your knees when he spoke, his voice vibrating along your skin as his hot breath puffed against your skin.

"Look at you" he cooed with a mocking smile. "Barely touched and you’re already dripping. Do you like being our pretty, little play thing?"

Your eyelashes fluttered over your burning cheeks as you pinched your kiss swollen lips between your teeth, stifling the shameful noise that tried to crawl out of your throat. Dan Heng helped to ease the tension out of your muscles as he pressed his mouth to the sensitive pulse in your neck, his strong hands kneading at your hips and thighs as his thumbs brushed along the beautiful dip of your v-line. A soft moan bubbled in the back of your throat as his warm breath puffed against your neck, his eyes cast down on the man kneeling between your warm thighs.

"She’s not a toy" Dan Heng said, a hint of a hiss lacing the edge of his tone. "Do not treat her like one."

Blade’s ears itched at the sound of the younger man’s voice. His stare only flickered to him briefly, matching the fierce glare for a moment before his eyes lay back on his prize. He rubbed his cheek along your thigh as he crawled forward, his mouth already watering at the sight and smell of your arousal as it curled deep in the pit of his lungs with each deep breath he took.

"I wouldn’t dream of it" Blade mumbled against your skin.

Your heart fluttered rapidly in your chest, pulse pounding as loud as the beat of a drum in your ears as Blade’s mouth drew closer to the place you so desperately needed him. You mewled as Dan Heng squeezed your soft stomach in reassurance, his lips a soothing balm against your skin as he helped to keep you ground to this reality. A spine-tingling shiver wracked your entire being when you felt Blade’s fingers ghost over your wet pussy, gently pushing apart your puffy lips until your clit was exposed. You squeaked, the tips of your ears burning red hot as he blew cool air against the hot little bud at the top of your pussy, the nub flushing to life as it twitched from his attention. A chuckle blew past his lips as his gaze flicked back up to yours for a brief second.

"How cute."

You sucked down a sharp breath, your stomach doing flips when his slick lips touched your pussy. You threw your head back with a loud moan, fingers scratching at Dan Heng’s pants as your nails caught in the material. Dan Heng’s breathing wavered as you pressed more of your weight against him, the soft globes of your ass cheeks grinding against his half-hardened cock through the tight confines of his pants and making him stifle a moan. He massaged his hands along your stomach, watching you intently through half lidded eyes as he drank in every intimate movement of your body like he was in a trance. From the way your lips parted around a moan to the way your hips twitched forward, plump thighs trembling with strain as you tried to contain the blissful tremors running rampant around your body. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, lips pressed to your skin as you squirmed in his steadfast hold, becoming your anchor in the fierce storm swelling inside of you.

Another salacious moan tickled the back of your throat as Blade’s tongue poked through the seam of his bruised lips and traced along the hood of your clit. The heat pooled rapidly in your stomach, hot coil twisting and knotting itself tighter as his mouth teased your wet pussy. Your head felt like it was spinning as he dragged his tongue along your creamy folds, your greedy hole fluttering desperately as he tasted you. You tightened your hold on Dan Heng’s legs as you felt a moan vibrate at the apex of your thighs, Blade’s breath trapped between your soft thighs as he stuffed more of your gorgeous pussy into his hungry mouth. He was eating you like a man that had been starved for three full days, the lashing of his tongue desperate as he greedily savoured the taste of you melting on his tongue.

"Blade…shit…"

You fought to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a coherent sentence. It was hard to focus when it felt like your head was slowly being emptied of every single thought. You weren’t sure whose hands belonged to who anymore, unable to distinguish who was touching where as you melted into the warm embrace of both men, simply melting into a warm puddle of goo. Your ears twitched forward at the wet sound coming between your legs, your toes curling at the thrash of Blade’s sharp tongue swirling around your clit, making fireworks spark in the pit of your stomach with how mind numbingly good he was with his mouth.

A sharp gasp tumbled from your parted lips when you felt Dan Heng’s hands squeeze your chest, cupping your breasts in the palm of his hands. Your eyes fluttered open as you leaned into his embrace, your lungs pinching in your chest as he pressed his lips against the shell of your ear.

"You look so beautiful like this" he said, placing a delicate kiss against the lobe of your ear. "Do you feel good?"

You hummed warmly in response as his hands kneaded at your perfect tits, fingers finding your pert nipples and squeezing the pink tips into stiff peaks. You shuddered as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, moaning against his perspiring skin at the curious touch of his fingers. Your body felt incredibly warm and light as your hips twitched forward into Blade’s mouth, his large hands planted firmly on your hips as he dragged you closer to his drooling mouth. You offered more of your chest up to Dan Heng as your back curved in a beautiful arch, tits bouncing into the waiting touch of his hands as he squeezed the pillowy skin.

"Ahh, Dan Heng" you moaned softly.

You felt his sharp teeth pressing against your cheek before he suddenly caught your lips in a searing kiss. You had to twist your head at an awkward angle to properly kiss him but the crick in your neck was worth the soft touch of his lips. You moaned hotly as he pried your lips apart with his tongue, fingers tugging at your nipples until the sensitive nubs sent shocks of electricity racing down your spine. You couldn’t contain the lewd sounds that bubbled up your throat as Dan Heng hungrily swallowed them, tongue lapping at the saliva clinging to your lips as you moaned his name so sweetly for him. His long, serpentine tongue almost made you suffocate as it pinned down your own tongue, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth as his sharp teeth sank into your plump lips.

The sounds you made for the other man only made Blade’s ears burn fiercely with a terrible itch. He could not stand the sound of another man’s name in your mouth, whispered so intimately like a prayer. Though there was a mutual agreement to bring no harm upon the other when you were involved, he still could not quash the irritable feeling of jealousy when it reared its ugly head. He was going to have to change the name you held so dearly in your mouth. He parted from your silky folds with a wet pop, a thin strand of saliva breaking as he swiftly moved. He brought his gloved hand to his lips, sharp teeth bared as he dug them into the leather and sharply tugged it off. He spat the glove out with a soft hiss before diving back between your legs.

You sucked down a harsh breath, almost choking on Dan Heng’s tongue currently lodged in the back of your throat when you felt Blade’s scarred hand rub against your wet slit. You parted from Dan Heng with a wet pop, a bewildered look crossing your features as you turned your attention back between your legs.

"Blade?"

You shuddered when you felt the calloused pad of his finger press against your sopping entrance, circling and teasing the fluttering hole. The sound of your voice made him peer up at you, making sure he held your rapt attention as he dragged his tongue through your folds, scooping up a mixture of your creamy essence and his saliva before swallowing thickly. You whimpered at the sight and squirmed as he dug his black nails into your skin hard enough to leave behind crescent shaped indents. You panted softly, tongue darting over your lips nervously as they parted when you chose to speak. But whatever words you were going to speak dried in your throat the second Blade pushed two fingers into your pussy. The apex of your thighs burned at the sudden intrusion, your pussy squelching around his fingers as they were eagerly swallowed whole.

"Bladie-ah Blade fuck-"

You moaned his name with complete abandon as he pistoned his fingers inside of you, burying them to the knuckle and roughly pumping his digits along to the frantic rhythm of his tongue lapping at your swollen clit. You twisted between Dan Heng’s thighs, one hand anchored to his strong thigh as you buried the other in Blade’s hair. Long, dark strands twisted around your fingers as you tugged harshly, hips shuddering as you tried to adjust to his sudden rough and harsh pace. Your feet kicked uselessly along his back as you sank your nails into the back of his scalp, tugging and threatening to pull his hair out at the roots. The feeling made his eyes roll into the back of his head as he growled against your pussy, feeling the glistening pearl of your clit twitching against his tongue when he curled his fingers deep inside of you. Your plush walls clenched around him when you felt the tips of his fingers stroking the soft gummy patch that made stars swirl in your vision. The heat inside of you was stoked into fiercer flames as Dan Heng continued to toy with your breasts, fingers roughly pinching your nipples and twisting until you sobbed with pleasure.

A constellation of tears clung to your lashes as the heat inside of you became unbearable, drool staining the corners of your lips as beads of your slick dripped down your quaking thighs in heavy rivulets.

"Bladie…fuck…gonna cum really hard" you warned with a heady slur.

Your words only made him double his efforts to get you to come undone, your voice sounding heavenly when you were screaming his name with unadulterated bliss. His teeth nipped at your slick clit, adding immense amounts of pressure to the little bundle of nerves until you finally ripped apart at the seams. The hot coil in your stomach shattered into a million tiny pieces, liquid hot ecstasy flooding your veins with white hot relief as you cried out until your throat stung. Your mind spiralled as Blade’s tongue danced between your folds, lips slick and loudly smacking together as your plush walls squeezed his fingers snug.  Your pleased mewls echoed around your stuffy bedroom as you writhed between your lovers grasp with bliss, thighs spasming as your juices squirted from your core.

The feeling made Blade immediately pull his fingers from your overly sensitive pussy and seal his mouth over your core. Tears stained your hot cheeks as your legs dangled uselessly in his grip, his tongue slipping inside of your soused walls as another strong wave of arousal stole the breath from your lungs. You mewled softly as Dan Heng’s thumb brushed along the hood of your clit; his lips pressed to your sweaty temple as he whispered soothing words.

"Good girl" he mumbled into your hair. "You’re doing so well."

He brushed stray strands of hair out of your face, tucking them behind your ear as he pressed his lips to your skin over and over, trying to soothe the erratic beat of your heart as Blade continued to devour you. You could feel Blade’s tongue curling and twisting deep inside of you, his abnormally long tongue reaching even the most sacred places of you. He had the deep and intimate honour of knowing exactly what your womb tasted like, the tip of his tongue tingling when it brushed up against that familiar spongy patch deep inside of you. A feral growl rumbled deep in his chest as his tongue pushed against your cervix, teeth dripping with saliva as another rush of your slick juices stained his skin. Your plush walls squeezed his tongue as the coil in your belly unfurled once more, overstimulated clit kicking weakly against the press of Dan Heng’s thumb. Strings of translucent fluid dripped from your sticky thighs and coated Blade’s chin yet he still did not relent, tongue incessantly pushing and abusing the opening of your womb as he tried to coax yet another rush out of you. Crystalline tears pooled in your eyes as your trembling hand weakly gripped his hair, trying to tug him off.

"Bladie please, really sensitive…"

Your hips twitched, your body unable to decide whether to shy away or lean into his touch. Your mind was too fuzzy to focus on anything other than the simmering heat building up inside of you yet again, the rough texture of his accursed tongue splitting open the folds of your pussy driving every single nerve in your body into overdrive. Your soft pleas fell on deaf ears, your soft mewls like a sweet melody as your body sung for him and begged for another release. He was so lost in the vivid taste of you that he regrettably forgot that there was another involved. Blade grunted when Dan Heng’s fingers curled into his hair as his mouth was swiftly tugged off your trembling pussy. But the way his tongue was roughly pulled from your walls, scrapping your fluttering hole so roughly and deliciously on the way out made you cum undone yet again. A smirk crawled across Blade’s features as your pussy clenched around nothing, slick juices cascading down your thighs as his absurdly long tongue left you with a loud pop. He let the appendage hang loose from his mouth for a moment, allowing you to admire how pearls of your creamy essence dripped down the slick muscle before withdrawing it back into his mouth.

Dan Heng sneered down at him. "Shameless prick."

Blade matched the younger man’s sneer as he batted his hand out of his hair, only allowing you to keep your hold on him as he twisted his head and placed a delicate kiss on the inside of your wrist. Dan Heng’s cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red as he watched Blade’s tongue slowly drag across his lips, savouring the remnants of his meal as he lapped up the beads of your essence that stained his skin.

"Are you jealous, little pup? She tastes like the ripest of fruits. I’m sure you’re just dying for a taste."

Dan Heng swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tasted the desire in the back of his throat. He wasn’t going to lie, he did envy the position Blade was currently in, face pressed between your succulent thighs and drinking your sweet nectar. Blade nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand, eyes dancing with mirth at the look of conflict dancing in Dan Heng’s eyes. You were currently purring like a contented cat between them, bones aching with a satisfied burn as you idly listened to the conversation they were having. You’d much rather have them get along than fight. Otherwise, you’d just have to smack their heads together like two frying pans…Again…

"If you ask nice enough, I’ll even show you how to get her to squirt like that again" Blade offered. "But only if you beg me."

Dan Heng huffed loudly, controlling the urge not to roll his eyes hard into the back of his skull. "How benevolent of you."

Blade chuckled softly as he dragged his bruised lips along your thigh, tongue eager to lap up the pearls of your orgasm still drizzling from your core.

"What can I say? Anything to please our pretty girl."

Dan Heng hummed softly in thought, his lips brushing along your cheek as his arms idly curled around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

"That is a tempting offer."

Your ears perked up at their scheming, your eyes darting between both men as they both gazed at you with hungry eyes. On second thought, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that they were getting along…

You chuckled. "I’m in danger."

[ninibeingdelulu]

Seeing you comforting a child…

ft. leon kennedy, cloud strife

Leon Kennedy would never dare admit it openly, but the stoic, badass exterior melted away ever so slightly at the sight of you tenderly comforting a lost child.

That time in the ransacked village, when the haunting wails of a youngster pierced the air amidst the carnage - Leon instinctively tensed, jaw setting grimly as his grip tightened on his rifle.

But then he spotted you already racing ahead unhesitatingly. Dropping to one knee, arms outstretched in a gentle beckoning posture as the little one startled then sprinted straight into your protective embrace.

Your soothing tones murmured comforting assurances while cradling their trembling form close against you. Fingers carding soothingly through tangled hair with the utmost tender care.

And Leon couldn't tear his widened eyes away from the tenderhearted display. Throat constricting over the unexpected lump suddenly materializing there.

That million-watt smile radiating from your features as you rocked them patiently until whimpering quieted was like the first vibrant blossom peeking through the ash after a nuclear winter.

An oasis of affectionate nurturing shining through the oppressive bleakness suffocating them both for far too painfully long.

Leon found his calloused finger-pads unconsciously drifting up to caress his own chapped lips as if wishing to physically absorb the tranquil serenity you effortlessly exuded.

Eyelids momentarily fluttering closed while permitting himself to just bask in the warmth emanating from your very presence like a soothing balm against all the harrowing darkness poisoning them both.

A tremulous sigh escaped between those parted lips as the barest ghost of a smile tugged at their corners for the first time in...Christ, had it really been years since he last felt anything even remotely resembling that fleeting glimmer of unguarded optimism blossoming in his chest?

The peaceful tableau you presented with the now-placid child tucked securely in your arms struck Leon deeper than any physical combat wound ever could.

Worming past every steel-plated layer of defenses, countermeasures and failsafes, straight down into the most vulnerable core of his humanity he'd sworn died an agonizing death ages ago.

It terrified yet entranced him in equal measure just drinking in the serene display. Eventually those narrowed steel-blue irises regained some of their piercing guardedness while surreptitiously cataloging every nuance etched upon your expressions and ministrations.

As if desperately searing the moment into his consciousness to be revisited and clung onto later through whatever hell awaited them next.

Thank Christ for your influence and the inexplicable balm it provided against the miasma of torment clouding Leon's withered soul more with every passing abyss they navigated together...

The uncompromising mask remained solidly affixed in place by the time you finally lifted your eyes to meet his guarded gaze, the child nestled peacefully into the crook of your neck.

Not a single flicker of that momentary softness penetrated the hauntingly chiseled granite of his features now.

Yet behind that shuttered and fortified thousand-yard stare, the barest ember pulsed with renewed tenacity suffusing Leon's frigid disposition with almost undetectable glimmers of warmth.

All because of your natural radiance and selfless compassion reminding him why they fought on through each grueling gauntlet.

Sure he'd never verbalize sentiments that unbearably raw and guileless aloud. But that infinitesimal spark continuing to miraculously smolder despite all efforts to smother it was enough to propel them onward through any escalating onslaught yet to come.

This time with a renewed fervor steeling Leon's adamantine determination from the inside out.

The desolate, mako-tainted wastes proved no place for a child's cries. Yet the haunting echoes still pierced straight through Cloud's calloused defenses when tiny lungs unleashed their heartrending wails upon the barren landscape.

His gloved grip instinctively clenched tighter around the battered Buster Sword's hilt, jaw tensing as those predatory ice-blue irises immediately snapped towards the source of the disturbance.

Fully prepared for whatever fresh horror emerged after the merc caught fleeting movement through his peripherals.

But the cautious sweep revealed only your slender form already hastening ahead. Moving with fluid grace directly towards the sobbing bundle tucked against a crumbling wall.

His firm chapped lips tightened into a grim line witnessing you unhesitatingly drop to one knee before the distressed child without any apparent armaments at the ready.

From this distance, Cloud glimpsed your gentle features soften with bottomless compassion wholly separate from the usual battlefield ferocity.

Small hands unfurled in placating gestures exuding profound warmth and sincerity instantly easing some of the fractures riddling his own battered soul simply by proximity.

While you deftly coaxed the tiny thing into your embrace with susurrant tones and infinitely patient ministrations, Cloud suddenly found himself robbed of breath altogether.

Those glacial spheres wide and stunned at the exquisitely tender vision you presented cradling their fragility so reverently. A profound ache lodged behind his breastbone at the maternal aura emanating from your whole being.

He swallowed convulsively over the sandpaper abrasions rasping along his windpipe.

Gloved fingers betraying the slightest tremor disturbing his usual uncompromising stoicism while still drinking in every indelible detail of the intimate scene unraveling.

From the tender flickering caresses smoothed across tangled russet locks to your honeyed vocals humming soothing melodies of consolation.

All suffusing the stale, mako-saturated atmosphere with vibrant healing essences Cloud found himself instinctively gravitating closer towards.

Feather-light brushes scritched lovingly along the whimpering child's back forming hypnotic ellipses mirroring your unguarded smile radiating all-encompassing warmth across those cherubic cheeks now drenched in tear tracks.

Until finally after an eternity, the miniature form stilled in your arms. Body unlocking from its terrified rigor mortis into the very picture of youthful tranquility tucked securely against your heartbeat.

Cloud hadn't even realized he'd been holding his own respiration captive until the soft sigh expelled in a shuddering rush between lax lips.

A full-bodied flinch rattled his broad shoulders at its sudden harsh volume intruding upon the sacred tableau before him.

But thankfully, your features remained beautifully serene, wholly undisturbed while continuing to rock the now-quieted bundle in gentle rhythms.

Only then did molten sapphire pools drift up to lock with his widened stare burning with intensity across the slender lacuna separating you. A tremor not wholly attributable to anxiety skittered down his whip-cord musculature watching your radiant smile intensify directed solely towards Cloud.

As if silently communicating your infinite gratitude for him bearing witness to such an intimate and precious moment blossoming in this scorched hellscape...

Whatever parched recesses comprising the haunted mercenary's core still retained the capacity for absorbing nurturing warmth - it suddenly flooded within the confines of his barrel chest when those infinitely compassionate irises shone their benediction upon him.

Unknotting every rigid sinew and ligament hardened into a battle-tempered carapace purely through the power of your tender, life-affirming essence.

Almost imperceptibly, Cloud's chapped lips softened around the faintest half-curved suggestions budding there.

Posture unconsciously opening to welcome your pure light into his long-shadowed world while holding your loving gaze in mesmerized thrall.

As if determined to thoroughly archive this oasis of serenity and unconditional love in his consciousness so it may fortify whatever grueling battles destiny demanded they wage next.

Then in a single blink and a slight dip of your chin, the spell abruptly dissolved back into hyper-vigilance.

Yet even with the mercenary's legendary ice reformed across those exquisite Nordic features, perpetually braced for the next onslaught - a spark continued flickering in the hooded caverns of his stare.

A faint ember of something intangible yet transcendent now eternally kindled behind his armored exterior.

All because you'd reminded Cloud one of his most precious intangible dreams had been manifested into cherished reality...even under the most desolate conditions.

[solbaby7]

Forbidden Fruit

cassian x rhysand’s sister!reader

[ part one ] you are currently reading part two

[ masterlist ]

warnings: smut babe, swearing, probs typos, underlying tones of some predator/prey kink but it’s super mild, fucking your brothers best friend, unprotected sex (lol don’t do that), minors DNI

summary: The General Commander of the Night Court finds himself falling for the High Lords precious little sister.

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Cassian was a handsome male.

Not to be cocky or arrogant but he knew his face was appealing—knew that females lusted after him and his body in a way that had become utterly natural to him. Easy even.

This. You—were anything but easy.

You were complex. Intricate. Delicately woven by caring hands that added an abundance of brains and wit. You were enigmatic, drawing in even the most prickly of persons with your attentiveness. A balm that soothed over vicious wounds and angry scars. You were the sun and the moon and all the air between it; free and malleable, warm and waning. Cassian had never met a female so cunning—so effortlessly everything.

The awareness of such a rarity instills a certain pressure on the General’s shoulders. One that felt more stressful than war. Truly, he’d endured battles that hadn’t even begun to set his stomach in such a state of fluster.

It’s nerve-wracking, so much so that Cassian had already wrestled through half of his closet, changing shirt after shirt because one fit too tight which seemed a little too eager. But, the other shirt was too loose and make him look like he wasn’t putting in enough effort. Black shirts were too plain. Red was too out there. Blue didn’t feel like him and he’d be an idiot to arrive at a party wearing his leathers.

Wings ruffle in frustration, inky hair unbound and falling at his shoulders as he stares at the mess of cloth loitering his floors.

He nearly gives up, fully intent on marching over to wherever you were naked from the waist up before hazel eyes catch on the fluttering red ribbon in his peripheral.

A breath escapes him, the beginnings of a smile curling onto his face when taking in the outfit hanging from his door, perfectly tied with your taunting crimson beacon. Stress dissipates as if it never was there in the first place, the lingering notes of your scent stuck to the fabric and Cassian wastes no time putting in on, fingers still fastening buttons as he all but stumbles from his room.

He’s acutely aware of the house he lives in more than he’d ever been before, honeyed irises tracking every nook and cranny until he watches sight of fluttering red dangling from the chandelier. It’s too high to collect but once he notices it, the ribbon disappears in a puff of darkness before reappearing a few feet away.

Anticipation builds the further he follows, palms sweaty and heart hammering against his ribcage in excitement as he’s ushered to your wing of the mansion, led down a flight of stairs and nudged towards a hallway he doesn’t remember ever seeing before.

Your scent seeps through the cracks of thick set of double doors, ribbons righting the way closer and closer to you and Cassian’s heart echoes like a drum. Sweaty palms rub against his pants, tongue licking along the seam of dry lips as anticipation swells, throbs, aches its way to the surface until the handle of the door is all but ripped from the frame in his attempts to get to you.

It’s savage. Carnal. Animalistic in the way he trudges through the sea of bodies, the thick scent of mirthroot and tobacco, sweet perfumes and musky colognes, insence that burns strategically around the space—yet still through the thick of it all, he finds you.

Sweet almond. Warm vanilla and brown sugar. Pleasant in every way; captivating, luring him closer and closer with flashes of your face through the crowd. With sounds of your laughter cutting through the musics deep bass. With fluttering red ribbons that vanish before calloused hands can find comfort in the silky indulgences you offer.

Cassian knows he's nearly got you. Especially once you've figured out a way to slip from his view, the onyx curtain of your hair fading in and out; drifting between the fray, camouflaging in your surroundings--just as prey would once they realized they're being hunted. "Excuse me," He mutters, righting drunken bodies that stumble into him without so much as a glance. He's sturdy, stance firm and steps sure when following that tether; the gleaming line that thrums alive as if you've plucked it; strummed at it like those gifted muscians and their carefully tuned instruments.

Maybe its by chance but Cassian boyishly prays that its fate; a divine intervention that allows you to fall right in his arms, too occupied in checking your back to notice the male standing right in front of you until contact ensues. "Got you."

He's won.

He's finally got you in his grasp, eyes bright and lips soft. The slow blink you offer when you peer up at him is utterly feline and entirely too cozy; almost as if you'd purposefully wandered in his crosshairs.

Who cares? Cassian supposed the semantics off it all doesn't matter as long as your hands remain on his arms, the polished shine of your manicure the perfect contrast again the dark shades of his shirt. "Should do that part outside next time. Make it last a little longer." You muse, voice a little slower than usual and it takes little time for the Commander to acknowledge the tinge of liquor on your breath.

“Next time?” He barely notices the plethora of bodies around him, tunnel vision taking over until he’s too ensnared in your trap to acknowledge familiar faces if their features weren’t yours. Soft cheeks, sharp eyes. That inviting mouth and the pressure of the power that emits when you use it. Makes him want—makes him crave and yearn until he feels drunk on your touch and high on your aura.

“I said once you’ve found me you can have me.” It’s a dangerous game. Waving food at a starving animal. Making demands and delaying the inevitable just for the sake of having the desire to do so. His gaze is weighted; calculating, determining just the amount of time it’ll take to lure you away from wandering eyes long enough to get his paws on you. To sink his teeth in supple flesh and leave his mark; letting everyone know that you were his by right—after all, he’d earned it. “What are you waiting for?”

Desperation lives in the grip Cassian has on the back of your neck, leading you through the crowd and urging you towards the left—towards your personal quarters—neatly tucked away from others and yet the wards welcome Cassian without question. “You knew I’d find you.”

“I’d hoped,” You confess, shamelessly leaning into the possessive grip he has on you, the calloused bite of his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure to the throbbing pulse below your ear. Your composure waivers; takes a second too long to refortify itself before facing the object of your desires. “Figured if you wanted to, you would.”

The door to your room closes behind him, lock twisting in place and he’s not subtle in the way he takes in the new space. Admires the way it’s filled with you. Lit with candles smell like you. The distant bass of the music just down the hall sounds just like your defiant soul. “Oh, I want to.”

“So does everybody else.” Goosebumps loiter Cassian’s skin from the soft drag of your lips against the curve of his ear. “But you, you can keep this a secret, can’t you?” Teeth tug at the lobe, a grin growing at the grip that tightens around your waist in retaliation. “Won’t go running your mouth to anyone who’ll listen after I’ve had my way with you?”

“No,” His knees all but buckle when you press a kiss to his neck, your pleased hum rumbling against his chest. “I won’t say anything.”

“Good boy,” A shiver rakes down his spine, nerves on overdrive by the gentle assault of your nails tickling along the expanse of Cassian’s bare arms, the thick of his muscles caging you in and knowingly or not, his hips press harder into yours at the crooned compliment. “And you found me so quickly,” Your cadence goes breathy, brows furrowing in pure delight when you feel the hard length of his cock straining through his pants. “Surely that deserves a reward?”

“Please.”

“Well, I did ask for you to hunt me.” He’s driven by the pure lust you emit, fueled by your hands tracing over every divot you could reach. “And predators usually eat the prey they catch.” His mouth salivates at the very suggestion, hundreds of memories of that same fantasy flashing behind the back of his kids with each blink.

Mischief burns to life in your eye, a beautifully cruel smirk plastering itself across your face as you use that nifty daemati ability of yours to skid past the crumbling barriers of Cassian’s mind; breaching the poorly guarded threshold.

And much to your delight, the only thing filling the General’s brain was you.

You, bent over the edge of the training ring with your tight training leathers shoved down to your ankles and Cassian’s face stuffed between your thighs. You, sitting on the kitchen counter in your nightgown, it’s silky material tucked between your teeth and a brick wall of an Illyrian absolutely feasting on your pussy. You, a million other ways, in a billion other places twisted into a trillion different positions.

“Eating seems to take up a lot of your thoughts.” A downright desperate groan rips free from Cassian’s throat when lean back on your elbows, knees dropping to the side and a glossy red manicure beams against your skin as a flimsy thong is exposed. “Lucky for you, a good host always provides for her guests and I’ve added something special to the menu tonight.” You don’t even have to ask—he just hoists your hips up to his face, hands cupping the fat of your thighs, fingers digging in the sensitive flesh and you swear you can feel his breath through the fabric.

“Fuck,” The swear drawls out, his honeyed stare fixated on the way you nudge your underthings to the side and present yourself to him with that fucking look in your eye and your teeth biting into your bottom lip. “You're pretty everywhere.”

Every carefully curated response melts into the puddle of arousal that the Night Courts General laps at like a godsdamned dog in heat. One massive arm rests at the soft part of your belly, large hands keeping a firm grip at your thigh to hold you open for him as his tongue eagerly explores the sodden mess of your sex. Each of your moans are rewarded with soft suckles to your clit, the flat of his tongue firmly tracing out the letters of him name over and over until your tugging at his hair—too push him away or shove him in closer, you can’t tell. “Cassian,” you whine, cupping at your breasts, tugging on pebbled nipples and fighting your soul to stay in your body when two thick fingers are eased into you.

So full. So full and thick and you're sure you've been scooped up by the tide and jostled about the sea when his fingers curl, blunt nails rubbing against the gooey spots inside you.

Pleased grunts vibrate against your bundle of nerves, sending sharp shocks of pleasure shooting up your spine; tugging and tugging and tugging at the coil buried in your gut. “That’s it,” Arousal drips from his chin, smearing at his cheeks and coating the soft hairs of his trim beard. “Say my name.”

“Cassian,” Hips buck up into his mouth, all but riding his tongue and fucking yourself on his fingers until the dam breaks and your release gushes on his hands, down his arms, dripping on the floor by his knees but he doesn’t stop for a second. “O-oh fuck!” Experimental scissoring of his fingers forces your eyes to squeeze shut, a blush burning across your cheeks and down your chest as he watches the way you clench around them, cunt sucking him back in for more. “Gods. Cass—Cassian.” You all but sob, brows furrowed and toes curling from the stretch; from the slight burn that bleeds into raw satisfaction.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you like this,” Thighs shake by his ears, sliding along the line of his shoulders and loosely hooking along the defined taper of his waist as he wastes little time in undoing the confines of dark breeches, separating the material just enough to show off the thick bulge straining against his boxers. “How long I’ve waited to finally get my hands on you.”

Except, you did.

Cassian was a loud thinker; projecting this perverted little fantasies like arrows cutting through the wind and they always hit their target. It was impossible to ignore, just like the leaky erection that’s revealed from thin fabric and tap, tap, tapped against the sloppy mess of your pussy.

“I’ve got an idea,” You barely get the syllables free, heart racing and blood pumping as the Illyrian slots between spread legs like he was made to fit there, melting into your warmth and exploring every inch you allow. “But, I tend not to believe things unless it’s showed to me.”

“I can do that.” He’s so gentle at first it makes you squirm, hips writhing for more already, cunt clenching on the fat tip of his prick as arousal leaks down your asscheeks. “Mother help me, you’re fucking soaked—this all for me?”

You’re already nodding along, muttering pleasant words wrapped in raw sugar and tied with rich satin bows in varying shades of crimson and ruby; deep vermillion and deep mahogany—fluttering symbols of the burly man before you and the victory he claims between supple thighs. “There’s more where it came from if you’d just stop teasing me.”

“My heiress is impatient,” Cassian teases, his voice deep and cock even deeper as inch after inch is fed to you. His gaze tracks your every response, marking the pout of your mouth and the furrow of your brow as he reaches places you hadn’t realized existed within you. Soft mewls accompany the bite of your nails in his biceps, the dark fan of your hair teasing down your shoulders as you watch where he begins and you end. “How rude of me to keep her waiting.”

Your stomach clenches with a burning need, pussy slick with fresh arousal when realizing Cass isn’t really addressing you but more so the mess between your legs.

Inch by inch is fed to you tortuously slow, whines and pleas shushed away by a deceptively comforting voice that promises to give you what you want if you just allow him his fun first. His cock splitting you open makes it easy to comply, lids lazy and arms flexing with the effort it takes to stay raised enough to watch. “Look at you,” Cassian mutters, thumbs spreading slick lips to watch the way your cunt gobbles him up. “Just made for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” It’s not nearly enough friction, the slow rock of his hips as he commits the sight of both of you together to memory. Every line and curve, every stretch mark and mole, scars and swirling tattoos of endless obsidian. The heave of your chest and the wrecked moan that escapes you when the pace picks up; when curious touches become confident caresses. “Cassian—please.”

He’s too far gone for words. Hips smacking against the back of your thighs as every ounce of his weight is put into making sure the shape of his cock carved its way into your womb. The firm way his lips slot over yours mid-thrust is everything; like finding water in the desert. Like sun on a cloudy day. Like being given food after enduring starvation.

His touch is claiming. The taste of him branded on your tongue, the shape of his teeth carved onto your shoulder. Warm palms drag along your curves, fingers leaving their mark on every inch; like those rabid dogs that piss on their territory. Throaty moans spur his possessive streak, fingers rubbing circles against a puffy clit just to chuckle at the involuntary jerk of your thighs and the slutty spit of your cunt.

Over and over and over again you’re brought to the precipice, that coil in your belly stretched taut until Cassian willed it to release. “That’s my girl,” He kisses into your neck, nosing at the slope of your shoulder and all but growls in pleasure at the smell of you and him combined. Together at last. A dream come true. A prophecy falling into place. Fate forged into fruition. “All mine,” He huffs into your hair, rhythm going sloppy and thrusts pressing just a touch deeper. “All of you belongs to me.”

It’s a horrible idea. Feeding this beast. Granting it exactly what it wants now and expecting it to wait patiently for its next meal. To go against its very nature to take and take and take until it had its fill.

Screw it. Consequences be damned when Cassian felt so good. When his want was so palpable with every orgasm he coaxed from you.

All yours; you agree in the way you allow him to suck marks along your collarbone. Every inch of me belongs to you; you comply with every demand he utters—with every rope of cum that paints your walls.

You almost think it’s over until your chin is gently pinched in his grasp, guiding you to face him, to look him in the eye while disheveled and sweaty; cheeks rosy and chest heaving as you caught your breath. “I could start fires with the way I feel for you.”

“I can handle the burn.”

[reidmaniac]

first date || spencer reid x fem!reader.

warnings: none just fluff.

a/n: im sorry for being gone for like forever guys, but here’s a short and simple first date story, it’s kind of a continuation of them meeting in the coffee shop, but you don’t have to read that to read this.

spencer reid stood nervously outside your apartment, his fingers tapping an uneven rhythm against his thigh. he adjusted his glasses for the third time in as many minutes, his mind racing with facts about first dates, statistical probabilities of success, and the best ways to make a good impression. when you opened the door, his thoughts scattered as he took in your warm smile and the light in your eyes.

"hi spencer," you greeted, your voice soft and welcoming. "you look great."

he blushed, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "thank you. you look beautiful," he replied, his words sincere. "i brought you these." he handed you a small bouquet of wildflowers, their vibrant colors reflecting the excitement and hope in his heart.

"they're lovely," you said, your smile widening as you accepted the flowers. "let me put these in some water, and then we can go."

spencer nodded, watching as you moved gracefully into your apartment. he took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm and enjoy the evening. it was, after all, just a date—a chance to get to know you better and share a few moments together.

you returned quickly, flowers now safely in a vase. "all set," you announced. "where are we going?"

"there's a little bistro downtown that has great reviews," spencer said, his voice gaining confidence. "i thought we could try it."

"sounds perfect," you replied, linking your arm with his as you stepped outside. "lead the way."

the walk to the bistro was filled with easy conversation, spencer's nervousness gradually melting away in the warmth of your company. he told you about his latest case, carefully omitting the more gruesome details, and you shared stories from your work, your laughter a soothing balm to his anxiety.

at the bistro, you were seated at a cozy table near the window, the soft glow of candlelight creating an intimate atmosphere. spencer found himself relaxing even more, his natural curiosity and enthusiasm taking over as he asked you about your favorite books, movies, and hobbies.

"i didn't know you liked science fiction," he said, his eyes lighting up. "i have so many recommendations for you."

you chuckled, delighted by his passion. "i can't wait to hear them all," you said. "but only if you let me recommend some of my favorites, too."

"deal," spencer agreed, his smile wide and genuine. he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. "i'm really glad we did this."

"me too," you replied, your touch lingering on his hand. "i've been looking forward to this for a while.

the rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, shared stories, and the comforting realization that this was only the beginning. as spencer walked you back to your apartment, he felt a sense of contentment settle over him.

"i had a wonderful time tonight," he said as you reached your door. "thank you."

"so did i," you replied, stepping closer. "we should do this again sometime."

spencer's heart skipped a beat as you leaned in, your lips brushing softly against his. the kiss was sweet and brief, but it held the promise of many more to come.

"i'd like that," he said, his voice filled with warmth and certainty. "goodnight, y/n."

"goodnight, spencer," you whispered, your smile lingering even after the door closed behind you.

as spencer walked away, he couldn't help but feel that tonight was the start of something wonderful. and for once, he didn't need statistics or probabilities to tell him that. he just knew.

[starlightazriel]

necessities 1

desc: modern day (fem)reader x classic prythian azriel au, this will be a series of short chapters, fluffy, smutty, cute, probably some angst and or drama cus it's me

inspired by this request

warnings: 18+, this is slightly silly hahaha, reader is a little airheaded/ditsy, reader is an influencer HAHA, this is ridiculous but i'm obsessed, blood, reader has a gun, drugs mentioned, sexual tension, swearing, readers petite and smaller than a human from prythian world, age gap like reader is literally 21 HAHA so hundreds of years

wc: 2.8k

other parts will be found on my masterlist under azriel

one

What the actual fuck?

Is basically all your mind can muster up as you are quite literally dropping through a hole in the earth. You had fucking told Cody that you didn't want to do the video, the pit that had been in your stomach for the past three days had been enough of a warning to you that something was going to go wrong.

And now... Well... What the actual fuck?

You had lost all sense of time the moment everything around you had disappeared. You can feel things whipping at your legs, your arms, your face. Branches? You didn't even know, couldn't tell.

It could have been a minute, or forty five, either way it felt too long... This fall... There was no fucking way in hell you were surviving it. Silently, you said goodbye to your parents, your friends, your family, your followers, your boyfriend who had been the one to get you into this mess in the first place, but still, you loved him, so you had to say goodbye... Surely, you'd be dead soon.

You thought about what kind of internet memorial your followers would make for you, would you get a hash tag? #BringBubblesHome, #RIPBUBBLES, #BubblesForeverInOurHearts

Would they edit angel wings and a halo onto one of your cutest pictures? They fucking better.

When you finally landed your forehead hit a branch with a loud smack, you whimpered softly at the sting. Pain radiated through your lower back and up your spine. You gasped softly, eyes wide as you looked around, blinked, blinked again. You didn't feel dead, but there was no way you could have survived that, was there?

"Am I fucking dead?" Your own voice surprised you, and you tried to swallow, throat so incredibly dry from the fall you had just taken. "Holy shit, where the fuck-" you cut yourself off, there was a stream near by, it looked- It didn't look real, the moss and flowers that seemed to cover absolutely everything, the green of the leaves and the ferns had to be the most vibrant green you'd ever seen in nature. You shook your head, trying to remember if you had taken any psychedelics lastnight that you hadn't remembered.

You shook your head again, shaking the thought off with it. No... No you hadn't taken anything lastnight.

So this... This was real?

Something snapped in the already too quiet woods, and your heart beat quickened. Okay what do I have? You thought, ripping your Louis Vuitton tote off of your shoulder, at least, with this, you'd have a chance at survival. You quickly dumped the contents out onto the grassy surface so that you could take an inventory of all your necessities. This was kind of like Man vs Wild, right?

Warm blood trickled from your head wound, you felt slightly dizzy, your stomach turning at the red on your hand. You gasped softly, wiping your head with a makeup wipe and tossing it aside. You couldn't worry about littering right now.

Okay, what do I have? The thought echoed in your mind again, the panic of the current situation setting in.

Your iPhone, which, in hindsight you were lucky it had been in your bag and that you weren't filming a reel.

Pink custom Glock with your birthday engraved.

Ammo for said glock, not much, as it wasn't like you normally needed your gun.

Your pink glittery pepper spray.

Three lipglosses, one clear, one plumping, and one nude.

Your trending laneige lip balm obviously because you had done an ad for them recently.

A compact mirror.

Ring light.

Lipliner.

Mascara.

Travel size bag of facial cleansing wipes.

Two protein bars.

Your pretty golden flower claw clip that you had purchased from Tiktok shop.

Your vapes... Both kinds. Which, you wished you'd left behind considering you were trying to kick the habits though maybe you'd need it, your stress levels were certainly starting to rise.

A few carts.

Your SolarBuddy which you had done a TikTok promo for a few months ago and had been carrying it around in your bag ever since. Though it wasn't the best design considering your phone had to be in full sun to charge it, you had still given it a seven out of ten for its convenient travel size.

Your air pods and their charger.

This years summer collection Prada sunglasses.

A travel size tube of aquaphor.

Your favorite moisturizer.

Your favorite skin mist.

Sol de janeiro perfume because, trending.

Tampons.

Panty liners.

An extra pair of panties.

Cinnamon gum.

Spearmint tictacs.

Your lucky pen.

A collection of polaroids held together by a thin rubber band, you knew the contents of those by memory, one of your the golden retriever you had grown up with, one of you with your closest friends, one with you and your parents, one with you and your boyfriend, and one of just you.

Your wallet obviously with your credit cards and your id.

The necessities only.

You checked your phone, cursing to see the little SOS sign in the top right corner. Of course you didn't have any fucking service. Why would you in the middle of bum fuck no where Hansel and Gretle woods?

You grabbed your gun next, and slid the pepper spray into the front of your leggings. Your mouth was still so dry, so you popped a piece of the cinnamon gum in your mouth before piling your belongings back into your tote. Your breath was heavy and you could hear more twigs snap and they were getting closer. Your hand was shaking, your gun wobbling in the air as you held it up in front of you.

"Who's there?" you squeak, standing straighter up on your feet, each and every breath becoming more heavy. And then... Suddenly... There were shadows, lots of them, and- And a man- No a beast. With wings, he had darkly tanned skin, black almost raven colored waves that hung over his forehead in the most seductive way- His eyes... Curious, dark, hazel eyes fixated on you, on your weapon. Blue stones glittered across his knuckles, he looked straight out of Mortal Kombat.

The shadow curled around him, flicking over his ears, almost as if they were telling him a secret. He was so alarmingly large, your pulse quickened.

He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

And deadly. Terrifying-Horror movie-

"Oh-My-" Is the only words you can get out, the world around suddenly begins breathing. Everything looks as though it's moving in and out, leaving you dizzy before everything goes black, your finger slipped, squeezing the trigger as you fainted.

Azriel stumbled back, his arm flying to the new wound that was on the side of his arm. The sound was so loud he was almost sure Tamlin would some how catch wind of it. Azriel groaned, what the fuck kind of crazy sick cross bow shit was that? It had felt like metal, hot and so fucking fast, right across the side of his arm. He was bleeding now, bleeding onto your pristine white shirt, that looked more like an undergarment. Despite you shooting him, with your weapon, he had still caught you as you fell.

In all his recent meetings to the Spring Court... Azriel had never expected this.

A human girl. But not just any human girl- No nothing like any human he had seen in the mortal lands. Not even how Nesta or Elain had been before the Cauldron had made them. You- You weren't from this world. That much he could tell-though he hadn't been able to even get a word out before you'd fainted on the spot.

He tucked- Whatever it was you had just shot him with away in your strange bag. He contemplated his next move.

He knew the smart thing to do, he should leave you here, fly home and forget he had ever even found you. His family didn't exactly know that he was frequenting the Spring Court.

After everything that had happened with Elain- And everything Rhys had said... Azriel had taken quite a few lovers, the most recent a lesser fae who lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of Spring.

After more long moments contemplating on leaving you, he lifted you up and carried you to a small cave nearby. He winced, his wound was healing slowly, though it was definitely healing. The sun was poking over the mountains now, his jaw flexed. He knew the others would be looking for him soon.

With Nyx in the picture now- Rhys was even more cautious about newcomers... And a human? A human with some strange powerful weapon- Strange clothes and shoes? Surely he couldn't bring you back with him.

"Who the fuck are you?" He jumped at the sound of your voice, his head quickly snapping back to you, his thought coming to a halt. Fuck... Your scent was so strong, so sensual, so delicious.

"Don't go reaching for whatever that weapon is that you have- I'll break all of your fingers," Azriel warns, noticing you scrambling up from your position on the caves floor and reaching for the strange bag you had been carrying. You freeze, your heart hammering against your chest as you stare back at him.

"Are you going to kill me?" you squeak out, his wings were tucked behind him, but your eyes kept drifting to them before landing back on his face.

Despite the sheer terror coursing through you, you couldn't help but melt under his gaze. He was so large, hunched over in the small cave, his abnormally big, scarred fingers covering over his knees. You couldn't help but wonder the size of his cock, with hands- With height like that. And he was sexy... Holy fucking shit he was sexy.

"I could be asking you the same," Azriel responds, his eyes still fixated on you. Your scent was driving him crazy. Was it really so easy to arouse a human girl? "You shot me, with whatever that thing was, and then fainted. Out of the two of us I'd say you can't be trusted," he raises his arm, showing the now scabbed over wound.

"It's a glock nineteen," you mumble your eyes flitting over the cut. How long had you been sleeping that it had healed so much already? "I'm sorry, are you okay?" you finally ask, clearly, he wasn't going to kill you right? He would have done it by now... Right? "I've never- I've never shot outside the range before-"

"The range?" His eyes are so intensely fixed on you that your heart rate picks up.

"The gun range, where you shoot guns?"

"I'm assuming what you hit me with, is a gun?" he clarifies, my eyes flit over to his knives, his clothing... He looked like he was straight off a movie set.

You slowly nod, your cheeks pink under his intense curious stare. Not even his shadows could tell him a lick about you."What's your name?" he asks quietly, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Y/n, but my friends- And my followers, call me Bubbles," you're fighting the urge to pull your compact mirror from your bag, the thought of your current appearance in front of this- Mysterious sex god creature- It wasn't sitting well with you. "What's yours?" You ask, your cheeks warming, had he even blinked, once?

"Azriel," he says softly, that curious twinkle in his eyes sent your cheeks burning deeper. "Your followers, are you a prophet or something?" he asks, and he figures by the scrunch of your nose and the giggle that escapes from your lips it must have been a silly question.

"No, I'm an influencer and an instagram model, depending who you ask," you giggle again at the idea of you as a prophet. Maybe you were, for trends and the best plumping lip gloss.

"I have no idea what any of that means," Azriel admits, his voice is so smooth and sensual, you think you could listen to it forever. It warms something deep inside of you, a part of you that you hadn't even known existed.

Azriels lips twitched in amusement as he watched you blush before him, he had no idea why he was entertaining this. He had no idea why he was so fascinated by you, though, you were human, he had never seen anything like you. His shadows were just as curious, in fact, they had been the final deciding factor in whether or not he was going to leave you. You weren't like anything hed ever seen. Much smaller than any human he'd ever seen from the mortal lands, softer features, full, juicy lips that sent heat to his cock when his eyes rested on them for too long, big eyes with long unnaturally long lashes, long hair that flowed behind your back... And the smell of you... Like nothing he had ever scented before.

"Where am I?" You ask finally breaking the tense silence, your throat felt unbearably dry and scratchy, he hadn't stopped staring and it was starting to unnerve you.

"Prythian," he answers quickly, easily, you can't help but shiver at the way his raspy low voice travels along your bones. Prythian? It doesn't sound like anywhere on earth you'd ever heard of, your head spun.

"And how do I get back to California?" your voice is weary, strained, he raises an eyebrow.

"Um," he frowns, running his scared hand through his hair. "I couldn't tell you," he admits, and he couldn't, the land you spoke of was nothing he ever heard of. "How did you get here?"

"So like-" you start, not even knowing how to explain it. "My boyfriend has this youtube channel he explores abandoned buildings, supposed haunted houses- Ancient spooky ruins- Shit like that," you pause, your eyes meeting his, a sigh escapes your lips because you can tell he isn't following. "Anyway, I'm minding my business, being cute in the video because that's all I ever do in his videos. We were in some creepy ass old tunnel underground I touch one thing- One, and next thing I know I'm falling- For I don't even know how long. And I ended up here," you finish, nervously fidgeting with the charm on your necklace.

Azriels head spun, holding a conversation with you was proving to be quite exhausting. A tunnel, an underground tunnel got you here. He didn't know how to tell you, but there may be no way back to wherever you came from.

"Youtube? Video?" he asks wearily, fighting the urge to rub his temples.

"Sorry," you sigh softly, starting to relax a tiny bit, clearly, he wasn't going to kill you. You grab your phone from your bag, noticing the way his eyes narrow, zeroing in on the phone. You didn't miss the way he rested his hand on the top of his dagger. "Still no fucking signal," you mutter in frustration. "Would be so much easier if I could show you all this stuff, anyway... Where I'm from there's something called the internet, kind of like endless stupidity but also endless information? At your fingertips... That's basically what the internet is." You hadn't realized how not cut out you were for teaching anything, your expertise was in trending lipgloss and skin care.

"Interesting," Azriel responds, still looking at you so curiously. He didn't understand why he felt the need to help you, why he even cared. "Maybe Rhys will have an idea," he muses, mostly talking to himself. "You know. You're very lucky... If someone else had found you-" he cuts himself off, you cross your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I can protect myself, to an extent," you say back, gesturing to your bag, though you had no idea what you'd even be up against out here, you did have your gun and pepper spray.

"Still lucky it was me, some on this land would swallow you for breakfast and not think twice," he smirks, leaning in a bit, his fingers wrapped tightly around his bent knees. "See, I'll still eat you for breakfast but I'll ask first," his eyes twinkled flirtatiously and your cheeks burned, this wasn't normal for you. You weren't used to being flustered, you were used to men falling at your feet and buying you gifts, you had also always worn the pants, in any relationship you'd ever been in and you weren't used to a man being so forward. You opened and closed your mouth, for once in your life at a loss for words.

"Whats wrong y/n?" he asks, the way your name leaves his lips is so slow, and sensual... And was it hot in here?

"What are you some kind of bat-man siren?" You breathe out, scrunching your nose, he stifles a laugh, his eyes still twinkling brightly with his amusement. "And you know, for being so- like- mythical and handsome- You still sound like any other fuckboy," your arms are crossed over your chest again as you stare back at him, he laughs again, shaking his head at you.

"Fuckboy?"

"It's a man that sleeps with a lot of women."

"Come back to my city with me?"

"Definitely a fuck boy."

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a/n: HAHAHAHA thank you to my frands @velarisdusk @scorpioriesling @cynthiesjmxazrielslover for the help this is gonna be great.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Just a thought came to mind! How do you feel about Haarlep, Rolan, and Zevlor covering you with hickies while holding you close & their tails are wrapped around your leg? I'm curious :3

Notes: My weakness, I can feel my legs giving up on me right this second just thinking about this!!! Tender moments like these/ possessive ones give me life!!!

₊˚⊹♡ Pairings: Rolan x Tav/Reader - Haarlep x Tav/Reader - Zevlor x Tav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ Content: Comfort - Possessive - Longing - Lips On Skin

「 ✦ Zevlor ✦ 」

As you both sat next to the campfire, a soft glow dancing upon your bodies, Zevlor held you with a tenderness that spoke of years of loneliness. His touch devoted, worshipful, as if savoring a long lost treasure. Each kiss a prayer. The warmth of his hand, a soothing balm on a cold night.

With his fiery eyes, he watched you, drinking in every sigh, every moan, every quiver that trembled along your body, “it’s been too long…” he murmured, his voice a deep comforting rumble.

As his lips traced a path along your skin, leaving hickies that were both tender and possessive, his tail wrapped around your leg with a protective warmth. In his embrace, you felt cherished and safe, as if his years of solitude had found their answer in you. The world seemed a little brighter in the glow of his affection, and you knew that in Zevlor's arms, you had found a love that would last forever.

「 ✦ Haarlep ✦ 」

It was busy, always was in the marketplace of Baldurs Gate, where the air was thick with the scent of spices and the chatter of merchants… This is where Haarlep found his favorite kind of playground. Or rather, it would usually be the creature's favorite playground- finding an innocent soul to seduce, to break and feed off us until they were an empty husk. However, Haarlep only had eyes for you… And when he finally found you, a grin spread across his face as his arm reached from the dark alley and pulled you into seclusion, away from prying eyes.

His touch was warm, his skin like silk against your own, his voice almost hypnotic. It was almost hard for you to understand his words over the hammering of your heart.

Each kiss a promise of delightful mayhem as his lips trailed along your neck, leaving a constellation of hickies in their wake. His tail coiled around your leg, a playful yet possessive gesture, “You can’t hide from me little dove~.” a chill snaked down your spine, even as his body warmed yours. A finger gently ran up and down your arm, his nail scraping the soft skin ever so slightly.

In that moment, the world faded away, the market no longer loud, just a piercing silence leaving only the intoxicating presence of Haarlep and the thrilling unpredictability of his so called love.

「 ✦ Rolan ✦ 」

The library was quiet in the dead of night,the perfect place for Rolan to immerse himself in his studies. Yet tonight, the usually grumpy wizard found himself distracted by thoughts of you. With a resigned sigh, Rolan set his book aside and sought you out, his heart wishing to hear your soft voice, his body aching to feel you against him.

When he had found you, his usual gruff demeanor softened, and he pulled you into a quiet corner within the room- his body pinning you to the wall. Rolan’s kisses were surprisingly gentle, each hickey a mark of his reluctant yet undeniable affection. Each nip of his teeth, every swipe of his tongue, left you feeling as if you were about to burn up beneath him.

His tail, usually flicking in irritation now wrapped around your leg, holding you close as if fearing you’d disappear. His hands, so accustomed to holding a quill or staff, held your hips with an almost desperate grasp. Rolan felt his mind slowly become more clouded the more he felt you, his usual stoic nature giving way to an unexpected eagerness, “Don’t expect this often,” he grumbled… But you could tell from his actions that his words were far from the truth.

[aweina]

୨୧. secret love spot — mortal kombat one. ( 17 + ) kameos : sub-zero. smoke + johnny cage

where you mark them. cw mentions of blood. biting. some angst.

bruises were a rarity for bi-han. his battles were fought effortlessly, driven by his icy rage and agile instincts. no common man has ever been able to brag about the tiny scratch imposed on the grandmaster’s body, or even boast about the brush of their bleeding knuckles passing by his scowl before they hit the ground. although with you, it’s a different story. your mouth was a weapon, a brush filled with the most colorful hues. you expel colors of cherry red, blush pink — the occasional deep purple — all over his milky skin. his neck and collarbones was your absolute favorite. the risk of him getting caught were palpable, one mindless adjustment to his collar would show a watercolor painting. bi-han, sadly, is too careful to let that happen. he’s composed with his movements, alert of where his hands should be, and the dead look in his eye draws curious eyes away from him. it’s a game he’ll gladly partake, knowing he’ll always win and have the reward of having your soft mouth prettily biting and suckling over the junction of his neck to his sharp collarbones. the outline of your mouth and the indents of your teeth were engraved into his mind, they teasingly ghost over the veins of his neck and ache over the hardness of his skin even after days has been passed. his loved skin has yet to heal. smudges of faint reds and purples across his usual unscathed complexion makes him smile in satisfaction and swell with pride over your cute little ownership you had over him. someone as small and fragile as you could be quite terrifying, much more than the faceless nobodies that dare to challenge him. from a mark from an enemy shows weakness, but a mark from a lover shows possession.

affection came from your lips. that’s what tomas believed. for a long time, his skin ached for a touch — one that felt loving and warm. instead it became tainted with oozing cuts and aching bruises, some encasing stories of deep tragedies and hardships, most he couldn’t even remember receiving until he quietly aids his broken body under the remnants of natural light. your touch felt like a healing balm, much softer and tender than the ones that were fueled with rage and pain. tomas, naturally, became putty to the brush of your soothing lips. each peck and drag of your plush lips made him go weak, vulnerable and unfocused — the complete opposite when he is sinking his sharpened karambit deep into the flesh and bones of those who threaten him with absolute precision and the crawling fear of death. it was then until you marked him for the first time, the press of your teeth feathery light until they were heavy set on his skin — tomas made a noise he couldn’t believe escaped his mouth. the sight of deep bruises used to remind him of temporary damage, broken skin battered from hate — restless training. now seeing them peppered over his hipbones his wrists, the only thing he could think of is your affection. the way you look up at him with watery eyes, suckling and licking gently over the redden bite marks blossoming on his blank pelvis. then you kiss and whisper sweet nothings into his wrist, pursing your swollen lips to decorate blossoms of deepened bruises over his starving skin. tomas gazes down over his bare body and is saddened to see your love marks hidden underneath his clothing. battle scars were always proudly shown, why couldn’t he do the same with the marks you’ve given him?

bruises and marks were a nightmare for johnny. a deep unflattering blemish to his manicured skin, he couldn’t even stand the sight of it when he passed by a mirror conveniently placed around his presence. this would leave him stuck at home with a lousy ice pack before he could even step forth on set. although he does acknowledge the fact it shows nobility and the effort he puts into his extravagant stunts and fighting sequences, they were a total pain in the ass — especially when they tainted the sculpt of his picturesque face. they painfully ached on his skin. any graze over his broken skin made him muffle a pathetic cry in the sleeves on his shirt. they completely ruin his perfect complexion, blotches of bleak yellow and shadowy purples mocked his pride until they fully healed and vanished. he hates bruises, end of story. but … there are exceptions. one he could positively think of you, yeah … definitely you. you’re absolute dynamite — passionate and not shy to leave a few marks here and there. the warmth of your mouth was addicting, one little kiss and his skin is adorned with dozens of purplish traces and teeth marks that pooled a drop of blood. he felt like a work of art, letting you greedily paint your lips over his luminous skin that he constantly pampered. johnny noticed that you loved to mark his inner thighs, holding them between your head as you branded him with your affection — suckling ever so slowly like you were savoring the taste of his rich cologne. not only does he love the touch of your mouth, but a mouthwatering sight he’ll never want to erase from his head. he’s cocky throughout it all, a smug look on his face with his pride swelling from your affectionate mouth. only then he’s turned over he feels a very sharp bite to his ass, johnny pathetically whimpers as he’s paraded with your laughter, only to be gently soothed afterwards with the warmth of your tongue. although he still whines at the painful marks and bites and gets sacred sitting down, he’s grown more fond of the look — johnny looked good in everything after all.

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