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ivy-elle · 8 months ago

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Their Acts Of Love

Ft. Albedo, Ayato, Diluc, Kazuha, Kinich, Scaramouche, Xiao

Albedo

The alchemist is known for his pragmatic approach to life

It’s evident in the way he works, functions and goes about the world

Albedo discerns what certain matters require, how to refine them and how to adjust accordingly

So naturally, as you are an essential and irreplaceable part of his life, it was important to him from the very beginning to figure you out and understand your very own kernel as well

Albedo has made it his personal little goal to identify what you need, what could make your life easier, more comfortable in various ways

He doesn’t even wait to see you struggle with something first, there have already ideas bloomed in his mind, and he’s off to spend the next hours tinkering away

It starts with small adjustments – like modifying your coat in a more practical way to keep the cold at bay and adjust better to the temperatures for when you visit him on Dragon Spine

Or he creates special compasses for you, designed in a way that they guide you straight to whatever materials you’re currently searching for

Special flowers, that never seem to wither, placed onto your desk for you to fin

Whatever you could need, he has it already at hand

He truly loves you to the point of invention

Ayato

Ayato is a very sought-after and busy man with countless responsibilities and people to attend to

And while he tries to spend as much of his free time with you, those times don’t come as commonly and as long-lasting as he (and you) might wish for

Yet, every morning without fail, even before the sun rises, he wakes up to you sleeping soundly next him in bed

He drapes his arm around your waist and softly pulls you closer to him, holding you just a bit tighter

And each time, knowing that duties are calling for him from all corners, he makes room for at least ten of those special minutes, where he spends just this one more moment with you right next to him, before rising up

Sometimes you notice him and awake as well, and it has gradually become a sort of ritual for you to spend these early minutes with him

You seldom even speak a word, instead just let gentle touches linger, and fingers intertwine as you soak in each other’s presence, tanking energy for the day yet to come

Diluc

The high quality of the Angel’s Share’s wines, drinks and beverages in general is famous and renowned all over the corners of Teyvat

And Diluc takes a lot of pride in his creation, dedicating time and love to the craft

And in the same abundance he cherishes and takes pride in having you by his side at every step as well

Sometimes he likes to convey these feelings into his world as well

That means shortly said – patrons of his tavern might need to get used to order drinks that carry your very own name very soon

Perhaps, there are even slight variations, nicknames of sorts or nods to certain insiders only to be known by you and him alone

Then again, Diluc also entrusts you to naming a lot of his latest creations as well, proudly adding them to the menu card afterwards

The extra bonus of it all is of course, catching some guests’ reactions – especially Kaeya’s, who knows more of the ‘insiders’ than he wishes for

Kazuha

Kazuha is away on travels plenty of times.

Sometimes it could be even weeks in which you’re not seeing each other at all, and while not a day goes by without exchanging letters, no amounts of words could soothe the ache you feel in his absence

And Kazuha misses your presence by his side tremendously.

So, while he can’t show you the places that he visits per se, and only manages to convey his experiences in words, he came up with a lovelier strategy

In every place Kazuha visits he gathers a bunch of different flowers, he finds to be especially fitting and prevail the essence of the scenery

But because he’s aware of how quick flowers once picked wither away, he places them carefully in between the pages of a little notebook he always carries with him and presses the flower inside

Each page with flowers is captioned in his neat handwriting with the location, the date and a little haiku – for the practice – as he claims

So, whenever he returns back home to you, you’d have also a book full of memories pressed between sheets and a bit of Kazuha’s love accompanied alongside

(Perhaps one day he could get in contact with Albedo to ask for a way to prevent flowers from withering. But then again, to prevail them in a frozen state between life and death forever, may contain its very own certain art)

Kinich

Kinich is an adventurer through and through; he knows the woods, he knows the deserts, he knows the mountains and he knows you.

He adores both of these worlds, and he loves nothing more than to combine them whenever possible

He’d like you to see the world in its wonders and adventurer and possibilities just the way he does, and if he could, he would do anything to keep that look of wonder on your face for as long as possible

Kinich brings you to many of his favourite places, he follows you to any new view you want explore and some days the both of you spend hours just walking and strolling along through different paths and places

Anything you haven’t seen yet? Here we go.

Something you haven’t experiences, yet? Well, now you have.

You mean you’ve never been bungee jumping? Consider it done.

Afterall, his bests adventures happen to be the ones he shares with you – watch out, soon he’ll consider you his personal lucky charm

He is the best guide there is, at least for you specifically, because he knows the world and he knows your heart

Scaramouche

Scaramouche isn’t exactly a man of many words in that regard

Not explicably nice ones, that is

And certainly not from the romantic sort

And yet, he cares

He cares so deeply at times, it feels it’s going to gnaw him from the inside out and set fire to his bones

And while he’s not (yet) about to let these words slip past his lips, it is his actions that carry the volume

So, no, his words might only indirectly reflect his inner turmoil and this deeply rooted sentiment, but there is no denying he is a gentleman around you.

From opening doors (although he will insist, “you’re slacking off again”), to waiting for you so you can walk to a destination side by side (“I can’t trust your sense of direction on your own”) and carrying your stuff (“Lest you end up face-first on the ground”)

And if you’re the one to ask something, it’ll be done. Reluctantly and with some grumbling perhaps, but it will be done.

Xiao

Xiao is used to solitude – it’s easier, it’s safer, it’s all he’s ever known

You somehow, slowly, delicately managed to climb through the cracks of the walls that shelter his soul and heart

Nowadays, the spot beside him on the tree of Wangshu Inn is seldom empty anymore

No longer does he has to endure seemingly endless nights, buried in his own personal torture, for there’s nothing, he desires any more now than to lay down beside you at the end of each day

You’ve managed to find your way into his heart and make him feel as if, life has some worth aside from the burdens he is bound to carry

Xiao quite literally worships the ground you walk on

As a yaksha, he sees it as part of his duty, but it extended into his very own personal mission to assure your absolute safety at all time

Especially when you’re out on your own travels and journey

Rest assured, no treasure hoarders, no hilichurls, and certainly no ruin guards will ever cross your path or pose a threat to you, as long as he has a say in it

#genshin x reader #albedo x reader #ayato x reader #diluc x reader #kinich x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #x reader #genshin fluff

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bulgingforbucky · 17 days ago

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Sweet Drip

NSFW Warning: Jockey position, Daddy kink, Cunnilingus, Brief Spanking, Finger Sucking, Chokehold, Aftercare Bucky Barnes x arab!reader Word count: 3737 Summary: When the New Avengers come back to the tower, you prepared sweet treats for them. Bucky has a different taste for something sweet instead.

In your own mind, you're humming to yourself while doing your usual baking for the team. It's not that often, but it's enough to soothe the sweet tooth of the New Avengers. Bob is helping with the decorations, adding different frostings and sprinkles to the baked goods. The smell of the goods fills the kitchen, enveloping it with a warm, inviting scent that takes hold.

"Bob, don't forget to put minimum frosting, you know Ava doesn't care for it that much," you reminded him, before taking the last batch out of the oven, placing it on the large stove.

The mittens are pulled off and placed to the side. The smoke coming from the sweet treat is coming off strong while you let out a sigh of content. You couldn't help but think about how much of this space isn't needed before you glance at the soft boy who's finalizing the finishing touches.

"Okay, Bob, are you ready for the last batch? You—"

The doors opened, catching both Bob's attention and yours, cutting your sentence off. All you hear is Bucky calling Walker's shield a "shitty shield" making you roll your eyes at the instant bickering. With the team getting closer, you can understand what is being said, which it consists of a disagreement with Sam. That makes you sad, you know the history between Bucky and Sam, and you hope it won't damage their relationship. Other than you, Sam is the only other person he is close to.

Observing, you can see the creases in Bucky's forehead from stress and frustration. The legal situation of the Avengers name has taken a toll on him and the team. The New Avengers have been trying their hardest to prove themselves worthy of the name, but things aren't working in their favor. Alexi's personality comes into play, redirecting the conversation to the newly-fresh-baked goods on the table.

"I would love to continue this conversation, but I see a better opportunity of relaxing with sweets and beer," Alexi muses, immediately making his way to the kitchen, his feet retreating from the group.

With the Russian super soldier changing the subject to food, Bucky looks up with his gaze aimed in your direction. The first act of acknowledgment since he has arrived, his expression relaxes seeing you in your apron. The brunette also begins to make his way to you, in contrast to Alexi's, his steps are silent. A skill he has been taught that has stuck with him, among other things.

"Hey."

A smile comes forth across your face, speaking to him in that innocent, sweet tone, "Hello, James."

The tension in the man's shoulders began to simmer. He can see how your apron has a variety of stains on it, indicating you've been working hard.

"I already made yours, one for yourself. You can enjoy it later," you murmur softly, seeing him nod as a response.

A low hum rumbles in his chest. "Been working hard?"

"Sure, if you can call it that, yes," a laugh slips from you, shying away from the buff man.

You wouldn't consider baking a job, it's more of a hobby for you. It gives you peace and happiness and opportunities of learning new things, whether it's with someone else or on your own. Bucky glances at the baked good that's on the counter, which is being devoured by Alexi.

"They look amazing, baby, as always," the small compliment making your heart jump, you can never get used to his small remarks.

He progresses to get closer to you, reaching out, he grabs your hand, running his thumb across your knuckles. From standing so close, he can smell the cinnamon aroma lingering around you.

His body leans forward, taking in the scent of you, "You smell yummy."

The tone of the atmosphere makes a complete three-sixty from a few seconds before this. The tension is ascending quickly and wrapping itself around the neck of its victims, strangling them. Heat rises in your cheeks, his whispering, the way he's speaking to you. It was a lot to take in at once.

"Careful, James, your soldier peeps can hear you," you mutter lowly to hide your conversation from potential lurkers.

The blue-eyed man narrows his eyes, keeping his gaze on you and also observing his surroundings. No one was paying attention to what was happening between them.

"Then maybe we should take this time to..." his sentence trails off, making you tilt your head in curiosity.

"To what, Bucky?" you urged him to finish what he had to say.

"Go to our room? If you're done down here, that is," he purrs, caressing your hand, and you react positively.

You hope deep inside that the team doesn't notice your exit.

"Fine, Buck."

He smirks, pulling you with him, and the both of you make your way down the hall. The team gets left in the other room to enjoy the sweet treat you've prepared for them.

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Once inside, Bucky pushes you against the cold door, attacking your lips. His hands immediately reach out and grip onto your hips. He just has to be close to you, to touch you in any way, and you'll have him. A sharp sting is felt in your bottom lip from him nipping it. You winced, licking the small cut on your lip, followed by him letting out a dark chuckle, his lips moving direction, attaching to your jawline.

Soft suckles on your neck, making you moan softly against him. The sweet smell of you makes his cock jump in his pants. The hold on your hips tightens as the suction of his mouth gets harder. Your heart is beating out of your chest from Bucky's ministrations. Around you, the room seems to be getting smaller, hotter. Or maybe it's just the way the soldier is pressed up against you, his body warm as well as yours, turning you on. You are getting worked up along with Bucky, your wetness getting uncomfortable in your panties.

"Pretty girl."

The grip on your hips moves, sliding down to your thighs before using the leverage to pick you up. You make a sound of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist. Bucky carries you to the bedroom that's low and dim with just a lamp on. You're placed onto the bed before you witness him covering your body with his.

His fingers grab the waist ties, undoing the knot that's securing them to your body. The stained apron peels off your body, getting thrown to the side. Your shirt is pulled off over your head, leaving you in your bra and pants. You take matters into your own hands, unbuttoning your pants, seeing Bucky watch you. As you push down your pants, he helps pull them completely off your body standing up.

The ex-assassin pulls off his own shirt, revealing his muscular body to you. Your eyes travel along his body, seeing the different scars. You look up at him, reaching behind you, taking off your bra, and exposing your breasts to him. Lying yourself out, you invite him to come closer to you, which he does. His rough hands rub your thighs before leaning down, putting his mouth on your nipple. He sucks on it softly before groping your unattended breast. He drew back, gazing at you, taking you in.

Bucky gives you a soft kiss before leading it to your jaw. As the kisses went further down, he started giving you hickies. The kisses continue to go down south between your breasts, to your stomach, and finally, passing your belly button.

"Sadly, we don't have lime and salt," he jokes, making you laugh, shaking your head.

He reaches the waistband of your underwear, and this is what both of you were waiting for. He looks up at you before he teasingly lick a stribe on your clothed pussy hooking his fingers into the waistband. Pulling down your underwear, visible strings of wetness are seen connecting you and your underwear. Your underwear is then discarded to the side before Bucky looks at you with a disapproving look.

"You were hiding your neediness from me," he remarks in an accusing tone.

"No, I wasn't."

"Then why didn't you tell me you were dripping and ruining your cute panties?" his head tilts when he observes how you're trying to seem innocent.

At that statement, your face gets hot from how bold the man is. Even though you've been together for a while, you still get shy around him. Technically, you weren't hiding your arousal from him; he just didn't ask. That doesn't make you a smartass either, it's just common sense.

"You're not a shy girl, don't tell me you were embarrassed," he teases you before his thumb makes connect with your slit.

Your body jolts at the feeling of his finger on your hot, wet skin. The sheets crumbled up under your grip, and the ache for the man grows. You have to tell yourself, don't get greedy and your time will come.

"Getting wet for daddy isn't something to be embarrassed about, baby. It doesn't take much for you to get riled up and that's okay," he starts to rub his thumb up and down on your slit with slight pressure.

Your pussy pulses softly under his fingers with wetness coating his thumb resulting in a smirk from Bucky.

"Look how hungry you are for my touch," he tsks at your behavior before hitting your pussy watching you flinch from it.

"If I get too rough, you know you can stop me, you know."

You nod immediately, you trust him to stop if you ask. You know he won't hurt you intentionally. He cares about your well-being and makes sure you're okay with anything he does. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable.

Bucky smiles.

His head starts to descend between your legs placing kisses onto your clit coating it on his spit. Eating your pussy, he sucks on your clit and giving it little licks knowing you hate that. He knows you prefer long licks, slow, and fast. The warmth of his tongue gets pressed against your slit licking firmly. He groans into you making you twitch from the vibrations on your sensitive pussy. Too soon, he pulls away, trying to not laugh at the annoyed look in your eyes.

"You're probably thinking I should stop teasing and touch you like you want."

Funny thing is, he's not wrong. You hate being teased. The chance of receiving something that is in arm's reach, only for it to be taken away. You hate it. God, you were so needy for it. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing as you feel his hand touch your breasts. You pray that he wouldn't be too long, you needed to feel him now. When you try to grind down on his finger because you want him inside, you receive a sharp slap on your inner thigh.

You squeeze your eyes shut with a quick wince, "Ouch, that hurts!"

You reach out your hand, rubbing the stinging flesh that was hit. A glare is thrown in his direction, and the soldier is all but intimidated.

A mischievous smirk appears on his face.

"It wouldn't have hurt if you had been still," Bucky said with no remorse for his actions of disciplining you.

You frown before sighing softly, "I'm sorry, can you touch me please? I'll do anything, Bucky."

You plead with him wanting needing him to touch you. The downside is that he can see through your facade. He chuckles, shaking his head, knowing you're only saying what he wants to hear. He wants you to mean it.

"Anything, sweetheart?" he pinches your clit hard making your legs close unsuccessfully shielding yourself from him.

The only thing coming from you is pained sounds, making you unable to answer his question. Bucky's head tilts at your squirming, but he still doesn't let go of you.

"I expect an answer."

You quickly nod, wanting him to let go, which he does. The six-foot man gives you a smile before rubbing your pained throbbing clit. A whimper slips out of you with the feeling of both pleasure and pain, which is carried out through your body. His hand parts from your cunt before hold up two fingers placing them in front your lips.

Your eyes follow his fingers before you look up at him, silently wanting him to confirm what you think he wants you to do. The man's eyebrow raises, indicating what he wants you to do, and he expects you to not defy him. You curse yourself in your head before you open your mouth, taking in his fingers. Closing your mouth around him you being to suck on them.

"Good girl, get them wet for daddy," he whispers to you, encouraging you before he makes you make eye contact with him.

Both of you hold eye contact, he's watching you suck his fingers as you're watching him watch you do so. It's an intimate exchange. His fingers leave your mouth before his mouth is placed on yours. Immediately, you kiss him back, relaxing under his touch. His tongue swipes at the bottom of your lip, asking permission to enter.

His wish is granted when your mouth opens partially, allowing him to slip in his tongue. Soft sounds are heard from both of you, feeling each other's tongues. Pulling away from you, he looks at you before spreading your legs, opening you to him.

"Are you going to let me in, baby?"

You chew the inside of your cheek before you lie back onto the bed, answering his question. Bucky looks down at you spread out for him, his cock twiches inside his pants. Reaching down, pressing two of his fingers to your entrance pushing into your pussy. Almost instantly, you squeeze his fingers as they progressively get deeper.

"Just let me prep you, then I'll give you what you want," he states in a promising tone.

His fingers start pumping into your pussy as your wetness squelching. Following his fingers, his thumb rubbing on your clit. Whispering encouragement is heard from him, making you grind down on his fingers. It feels so good it feels like your pussy is pulling him in more. Subtly he grinds his clothed cock against the bed with growing need to be inside you. Your lips are parted as his fingers drag along your walls, avoiding your G-spot on purpose.

The metal-armed man doesn't want you to come on his fingers as it would be harder to make you come back to back, so he prefer to wait to give it to you. The sounds from your throat get louder as the pace of Bucky's fingers gets faster. You feel him pulls his fingers out your cunt and before you could protest he begins to rubbing your clit fast with his fingers. A loud cry comes from you. Your legs start to close on their own before Bucky prevents it.

"I feel tingly," you warn him, making him stop.

You sink into the bed with a sigh. The brunette leans down, kissing your knee, waiting for you to relax. Once you've succeeded, he grabs your hips, guiding you on your belly. You let him move you without any protest. Behind you, you can hear the sound of Bucky's zipper being unzipped. He pulls his pants and underwear down to his ankles before he steps out of them. The thickness of his cock slaps against his thigh before he grabs it stroking it.

"You look beautiful like that, sweetheart," his voice deep, filled with desire.

You duck your head with a quick 'thank you,' nervously drumming your fingers on the bed. With a chuckle, he lets go of his cock letting it fall back between his legs. Stepping towards you, he climbs onto the bed, getting behind you. He checks in with you once more to make sure you still want to continue.

"You still want to keep going?" he checks, rubbing your lower back.

"Yes, please, I want to keep going. I'm fine," you reassure him that you're comfortable with the situation.

Upon receiving the green light, the soldier positions himself at your dripping opening. His tip rubs up and down on your folds, pulling a moan out of you. When he pushes in, you can feel the burn from being stretched, even though he prepped you. His cock goes in slowly making sure to not cause any complications. Once he is fully settled inside you, he waits for you to adjust to him.

When he sees you testing it out for yourself, he assists you by moving his hips a little, observing your reaction. He doesn't hear a wince or see you buck away from him, so he keeps the same slow rhythm. As time passes, you can feel yourself opening as his thrusts remain frequent. Your body arches indicate the need for more. Bucky picks up on it, moving his hips just a little faster.

He buries his cock into your pussy grinding against you before pulling back and repeating. You yelp when you feel his hard grip on your hips pulling your ass up. With this his cock pumps into you much smoother and better. Your body can feels this as it is gripping Bucky's cock. He bites his lip at the feeling of your tight, warm, wetness.

"Poor girl, your pussy is just gripping me. You needed daddy that bad?" he coos to you before slapping your ass.

You gasp, feeling the sting move through you, shuddering. Again, his hand comes down on your ass making your asking burn momentarily. Small whimpers roll from your mouth as you reach back, trying to stop him, only for him to grab your hand. Bucky begins to speed up his movements, going harder inside you. Loud moans come from you at his rough fucking.

"Oh fuck!" you shout feeling his cock deep and hard filling you up with everything he has to offer you.

When his hand reaches over and presses down on your lower stomach, you let out a mewl. His cock feels so good inside you, you can feel it throbbing. You made the conclusion that the hard thrusts are most likely from not receiving any pleasure until now. Bucky did that on purpose.

"You feel me right here? It's all for you, all yours," he uttered against your heated skin.

With each hard thrust, a noise comes from you, your hands gripping the sheets hard to ground yourself. Seemingly, you can't take it becoming overwhelmed by how deep he's going. You attempt to falter his thrusts by try to get off his cock. You hear a huff behind you before you feel his arm wrap your neck. Your cheek is pressed up against his bicep, making you squirm.

You beg him to slow down, to stop going so hard. The more you beg, the more you forget what you're even begging for. Bucky holds you still as he rams his cock into you. Soft kisses are pressed to your temple, which contrasts with his rough thrusting. He can feel your juices cover his cock groaning in your ear. Your hand grips his arm, and all you can do is take it.

"Daddy, it's too much, you're going too fast," you whine out as your eyes gloss over, you can't fight back, you will just get punished.

"Stop trying to run from me then baby, stop trying to deny me of your sweet pussy," he grumbles holding you against him feeling your soft body against his chest. "Just submit baby, I got you," his voice is soft in your ear making you clench on his cock.

Once he feels you go limp against him, his hips circle against you, slowing down his thrusts. His cock is still going in deep and it hurts a little.

That's the good part, isn't it?

With each stroke your pussy you can hear squishing like sounds coming from in-between your bodies. His big heavy balls hits your clit while they swing along with his body rocking. He's so thick you can feel every drag of his cock. If you could see it you would see if your poor pussy is stretched around him. It's a miracle how he can even fit.

"Daddy is so proud of you, you always do your best every time," his body grinds into you as he feels wetness on his arm.

Looking over you, he can see how you are so out of it that you're drooling on him. The tip of his cock hits your sweet spot sending sharp pleasure through you.

"Such a good fucking girl. Let me help you," he coax feeling your pussy squeeze him and release. To help you he reaches down stimulating your clit. God, it's all too much to comprehend at once. The feeling of Bucky's cock pounding into you the right way, his fingers rubbing at your clit, and the whispered praises it's all too good.

With Bucky's encouragement your pussy begins to gush on around his cock triggering the start of your orgasm. You can't even call out from being loud, causing your thrust to be sore. Your cunt cling to his cock even wanting him deeper as you come hard shaking mildly.

Bucky grunts watching you in awe while fucking you through your orgasm before his balls draw up. His cum shoots out of his tip stunning his body, he pushes deeper into you instinctively. He fills you up, bucking into you before settling down, panting against you. Both of you stay still, enjoying each other's company. He withdraws his cock from him as well as his arm.

"You okay?" he asks with concern, rubbing your arm.

"Yes," your throat hurts when you talk, but other than that, you're good.

You receive kisses on your back, sighing at his tenderness. Groaning, you turn around on your body, looking at the man. He looks disheveled, his hair is damp and messy, with his pupils being more blown than they are normally. Raising your hand, you swipe at the sweat on his forehead before you hear him talk again.

"I'm going to get you some tea from the kitchen, and hopefully the others didn't hear you," he chuckles softly, making you laugh as well, covering yourself.

#I WILL HAVE HIS BABIES #bucky barnes #dom bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #marvel smut #black reader #black writer #wrap it before you tap it #smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #thunderbolts #the new avengers #marvel tower fanfics

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emmcfrxst · 10 months ago

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omg old man!logan with mom!reader and laura has me in TEARSSSSS i love them so much

he would never admit it because he's too proud but does get a little jealous when all your attention is on laura. it's nothing serious obv (who tf would be jealous of their child😭) but he is left with with a heightened sense of need for you and your touch. so when night time finally comes around, he's super happy to get you all to himself and just shower you with the love that laura showered you with during the day <33

(the concept of reader being both logan's and laura's favorite person to ever exist is so sweet aaahhhhh)

i’ve said this before i believe but something about laura really brings out logan’s inner child; he’s a lot more mischievous when she’s around, allowing himself to act like a kid and have fun— he’s provoking her on purpose (all in good fun, obviously! he wouldn’t say anything that could actually hurt her feelings, at least not once he’s gotten used to interacting with a child again, he’s accidentally hurt her feelings before by being a little too brash, but that was before he decided to make conscious efforts to let her in) and bickering with her any chance he gets, a grin on his face when she takes the bait and argues back (he’s not gonna lie, he’s pretty proud of just how vivacious she is, she does remind him of himself but he won’t admit that out loud) because he’s really never felt quite as youthful when he’s around her. they’re quite entertaining to watch honestly, because he absolutely will stick his tongue out back at her if she does it, and he will chase her around the house in playful anger if she insults him. he also likes to ruffle her hair when walking past her because she always lets out the most offended little yell, jumping on his back in retaliation and he walks around the house with her hanging off of him like a koala, despite the ache/discomfort the added weight brings him. he’s also the one who started using the nickname “monkey” for her, partly due to her most prized possession: a plushie you gave her (which i talked about here if you wanna read <3) and partly because she loves to climb pretty much everything she sees; including trees, doorframes, random furniture, fences and of course her daddy. anyways yes, since she brings out the youthful side of him he does allow himself to fight her for your attention, which quickly turns into a competition (honestly pretty much anything turns into a competition when it comes to these two, it’s kind of their love language) and logan isn’t afraid to play dirty despite the fact that laura is like 11— he will use his strength to untangle her from you, playfully throwing her on the couch away from you and grinning at her while wrapping his own arms around you, mouthing “my turn now” to her, making her look at him with the most offended expression ever seen on a human being. there’s never a boring moment with them, and you’re constantly showered in both attention and affection <3

#laura kinney x mom!reader #logan howlett x reader #dad!logan howlett #laura kinney x dad!logan #logan howlett fluff #logan howlett imagine #wolverine x reader #wolverine fluff #wolverine imagine #xmen fluff #xmen imagine #anonymous #answered #dad!logan x daughter!laura #old man!logan #old man logan x reader #old man logan fluff #old man logan imagine

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lanawinterscigarettes · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on how reader would fluster Wilson?

*rubs hands together evilly* oh, I have plenty of thoughts on this anon, believe me

How the reader would fluster James Wilson

Warnings: the reader is a massive flirt, Wilson's very easily flustered (which is a surprise to no one), very mild swearing, I'm pretty sure that's it

Honestly it's not very difficult to get this man flustered at all. Yes he's a manwhore, but he can get a little shy at times, especially if it's with someone who's being incredibly forward with their advances

Something as simple as an innocent touch or a playful compliment will have him blushing enough as it is, but if you're actively trying to get him flustered then he'll be much less composed

Innocent touches on his back or arm end up lasting longer than they probably should, and playful compliments come across as a lot more pointed and sincere

Wilson won't protest much even if he does feel uncomfortable with a person's advances (*cough* because he's a massive people pleaser *cough*) but assuming he feels comfortable with you he'll most likely just brush it off as you being overly friendly and try to ignore the way his face heats up whenever you act flirtatious

Speaking of being flirtatious, please flirt with this man. There's a good 50/50 that he'll actually reciprocate with a flirty comment of his own, but even if he doesn't it's so fun to see him stammer over his words as he tries to come up with a response

Another surefire way to make his face turn red while getting him all tongue tied is to be physically affectionate. He's definitely touch starved, even after being married three different times (though to be fair he didn't really spend any time with his wives so that's probably one of the reasons why)

Give him random hugs, fiddle with his tie, mess with his hair, etc. After a while he gets used to it but that still won't stop a faint blush from rising on his cheeks when it happens

He might lightheartedly complain about it but if you offer to stop then he'll take it as a threat more than a suggestion and won't bring it up again, even if he'd rather you not wrap your arms around him while he's trying to speak with a patient

And if you happen to surprise him one day with a kiss? Oh boy. It could be as brief and casual as possible and he'll still stand there for several minutes afterwards trying to figure out what the hell just happened

Want to get him really flustered? Wear something revealing. If you're fem presenting, a short skirt and stockings will do the trick, and if you're masc presenting then a tight button up and rolled up sleeves will work perfectly. Even better if you do both or switch between the two

He'll try to pretend like he doesn't notice but it's obvious he does from the not-so-subtle looks he sends your way and how he quickly looks away if you notice he's staring. Don't even bother asking him about it, as he'll just play dumb and change the subject instead of giving you a real answer, not that you need one

Lord help him if you decide to "accidentally" drop something and have to bend down in order to pick it back up again. That's one of the few times he'll forget his manners completely and just watch you in awe. Asking if he "likes what he sees" directly afterwards is almost certain to give him a heart attack, but I suggest you do it anyway. You know, for fun

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austinbutlerslovers · 6 months ago

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Rebound Romance

Label Mature 18+

Summary After filming a movie where you and Austin become too intimate, the lines blur causing rumors swirl at the premiere about you together following his recent breakup.

🔗 Masterlist

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥 Austin enduring a break up • Austin trying to remain professional • catching feelings • undeniable chemistry•filming a sex scene• unexpected orgasm during sex scene • denying feelings • acting indifferent • reuniting • rekindling romance • sneaking away • semi public sex •sex hidden in a theater during a premiere • P in V • against a wall • rushed orgasms • cream pie.

Inspired by multiple messages written asap (edited )

Rebound Romance

It’s the night of the premiere, and everyone in the cast should be buzzing with excitement. The flashing cameras, the glamorous red carpet, and the thrill of the audience seeing the film for the first time should make for an electric atmosphere.

The historic theater, draped in shimmering lights, looms behind you, its marquee proudly displaying the film’s title. The night should feel like a celebration of months of hard work and anticipation. But instead, it is overshadowed by the swirling drama surrounding Austin’s recent breakup.

Austin, stands a few feet away on the red carpet, his piercing blue eyes flickering under the relentless camera flashes.

His hair, once buzzed for another role, is now growing in soft waves that frame his sharp features. He looks striking in his tailored black suit, the crisp white shirt beneath unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sense of ease. But his smile, the smile that usually lights up a room is hidden tonight.

He’s the male lead of the film, and every interviewer seems more interested in prying into his personal life than asking about the movie. “How are you holding up after the breakup, Austin?” “Any chance for reconciliation?” “Do you feel the film’s themes mirror your personal life?” The questions come rapid-fire, their tone more probing than sympathetic.

Austin, usually so composed and charismatic, looks tense. His easy smile falters as he navigates the minefield of invasive questions.

“I don’t think there’s anything I want to share about that, but thank you for providing the space,” he says, his voice calm but firm. His professionalism is evident, but so is the tightness in his jaw, the faint tension undeniable.

You watch from a few steps away, your heart twisting at the sight of him trying so hard to hold it together.

You’re no stranger to the spotlight yourself. Draped in an elegant white gown that hugs your figure perfectly, you’re every inch the Hollywood starlet tonight.

The shimmering fabric gleams under the lights, the dramatic slit along the leg adding a touch of allure. Yet, the weight of the night dulls any confidence the dress might have inspired.

Your own breakup, though quieter and far less public, has been a shadow trailing you for weeks, making your questions just as relentless, though they take a different angle.

“Do you and Austin have real chemistry off-screen?” one reporter asks. “Your scenes together feel so authentic—was it hard to leave those emotions on set?”

You smile politely, keeping your composure despite the way your heart races. “Austin and I worked incredibly hard to bring these characters to life,” you answer smoothly, your voice calm but firm. “We had amazing chemistry as co-stars, and that’s what you’ll see on screen. We’re both just excited to share this story with the world.”

“With both of you ending your relationships after filming, is there something more than just on screen chemistry there?” another chimes in.

Your eyes flick to Austin briefly before you return your attention to the reporter. “I think speculation is natural, but for both of us, this project was always about the work. We’re proud of the story we’ve told and are excited for everyone to experience it.”

The reporter nods, satisfied with your answer, and your publicist steps forward, urging you to wrap up the questions due to time constraints. “Thank you, everyone,” you say politely, nodding at the reporters before stepping away from the line.

As you walk past Austin, your eyes catch his again, and the dimness in them tugs gently at something deep inside you. He isn’t himself tonight, and you can’t help but feel awful for him.

You had gotten to know Austin well during the months of filming. Though your on-screen time together was relatively brief, your off-screen bond was immediate and undeniable.

He had a charm that made it impossible not to laugh, and the way he listened, really listened, when you talked about your life made you feel seen in a way few people managed.

Between takes, there was always a spark—flirty teasing, lingering touches, stolen glances that neither of you could deny. Yet neither of you addressed it, letting the tension build with every passing moment to bring more depth to your scenes.

The intimacy coach had pulled you both aside more than once to encourage a more genuine connection between your characters, urging you to bring more authenticity when the cameras were rolling.

“It’s about making a fake scenario feel real,” she reminded you both, her gaze shifting between you and Austin after you both hesitated to give in during a particularly steamy kiss scene.

You nodded, Austin doing the same, and slowly you began testing each other’s boundaries, seeing how far you could push a scene to make it believable,

Until the lines began to blur.

Your kisses deepened, becoming far more real, lingering with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. His hands moved with confidence, grazing over your curves with an intimacy that felt far beyond the script.

When the director yelled “Cut”, neither of you pulled back as quickly as you should, the charged silence between you like a confession neither of you dared to admit.

It didn’t take long for the tabloids to catch wind of the chemistry between you two.

Photos of you laughing together on set or walking shoulder-to-shoulder to your trailers began circulating, and while it wasn’t scandalous on its own, it stoked the fires of gossip.

Headlines speculating about your relationship began appearing everywhere, feeding the public’s growing fascination.

But everything paled in comparison to the biggest turning point of all.

Your sex scene

You both knew it was coming, the intimacy coach had worked closely with you for weeks, helping you establish boundaries and create a space where you could perform without crossing personal lines.

The goal had always being to make a fake situation look real. But when the night of the shoot arrived, neither of you could have predicted how real it would feel.

You stood just off-camera, dressed in a red crop top and mini skirt that left little to the imagination. Beneath it, you wore only a modesty cover designed to keep your lower half technically covered during the topless scene.

Your breaths came heavy as you ran through the scene in your head, trying to ground yourself. You trusted Austin. You cared for him even him. You wanted to get the scene right and you were more than prepared to do it.

When Austin approached you, his easy charm was on full display, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You know,” he said, his voice low and playful, “if this doesn’t make the tabloids, nothing will.”

Despite your nerves, you couldn’t help but giggle, the sound surprising even yourself. His words were light, and as you looked up at him, you couldn’t help but feel an unspoken comfort in his presence.

His touch was casual but warm as it landed briefly on your arm, and he leaned in closer, his voice softening. “You okay?”

You nodded, your mind clouded with more thoughts than you could explain. “Yeah. I’m fine,” you said, though your voice wavered just slightly.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, scanning your face as if to make sure you were telling the truth. His gaze, always focused, softened slightly as he smiled. “We’ve got this,” he said, his voice low and reassuring as his hand trailed up your arm, stopping just shy of your shoulder.

The rig was set up—a complex swivel system designed to pan from the wall to the bed—and you took your places. Austin stood close, wearing a simple tee and jeans that held to his frame just enough to hint at the physique underneath as the thought crossed your mind unexpectedly, that you’d be seeing it all for the first time tonight.

When the director called, “Action!”Austin’s lips met yours, and you fell into the kiss as you had so many times before.

Your hand moved to his neck as his hands found their mark on your waist. The choreography came naturally, each of your practiced kisses and touches on cue.

But as he peeled his shirt off, your eyes locked onto his physique in awe, and when he slipped your crop top off, his breath caught at the sight of you.

It was a sound only you noticed, just before the warmth of his bare chest pressed against yours for the first time, the intensity of the scene immediately overwhelming you both.

Your focus wavered as his skin pressed hot against yours, his heart pounding harder than your own. His kisses grew more insistent, his breathing shallow, and the way his hands roamed your body felt like a discovery for both of you.

When he lifted you onto the bed, his touch became firmer, more powerful. He stripped both of you down to your modesty covers, the last thin barrier between your bodies. As his hands grasped your curves, his body pressed closer, his narrow hips settling between your thighs with a physical precision that was maddening.

Your breath caught as your eyes met his, and for a moment, it felt real—too real—as the world narrowed to just the two of you. The cameras, the crew, everything else faded into the background.

His lips brushed against your neck, his breaths hot on your skin as your fingers tangled in his hair. His hips rhythmically pressed against you harder, his kisses unrestrained as you felt yourself begin throbbing with need, the thin barrier between you doing little to dull the maddening friction on your clit. You wanted to stop, to break the moment, but you couldn’t. It was too good, too consuming.

Every movement of his body was fueled with desire, his restraint barely holding on, as though he was on the edge of losing himself completely to you.

Your body betrayed you, your hips tilting to meet his as he ground against you, intensifying the sensation for you both. Your breathless moans grew louder together, the heat between you unbearable.

Your heart pounded as his grinding grew more focused, his hardness pushing against your clit with intimate precision until your core was throbbing beneath him.

And then it happened.

You began to orgasm in front of the crew, the camera, everyone. Chills spread across your body, soft cries escaping your lips as your fingers clutched at him instantly. Your eyes locked onto his, blown wide, pupils dark and full of heat, mirroring the intensity of his own.

The flush across your skin deepened as he rocked against you harder, faster, his movements desperate, giving you exactly what you needed—what you both needed—and for a fleeting, reckless, moment, you wanted it to be real.

Then he slowed, his body stilling above yours as realization dawned. The tension in the room shattered like glass, leaving only the sound of your heavy breathing. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, his voice filled with shock and disbelief at what you both had just done.

Your eyes were blown wide, breaths panting as you stared at him, wondering how you would ever recover from this as your gaze locked onto his, desperate and unguarded.

The director’s voice broke through the haze. “Cut!” he called, his tone sharp, but you barely registered it, and Austin didn’t move, his body still shielding yours as he processed what had just happened.

An assistant rushed over with a robe as Austin finally began to sit up. Carefully, he lowered one hand to cover himself as he slid off you.

You couldn’t help but glance down, catching a glimpse of him, completely hard in the modesty pouch, before quickly tearing your eyes away, your cheeks flushing hot.

You sat up slowly covering your chest, your body still humming with the echoes of his touch, the intimacy of the moment lingering long after it should. The air felt heavily charged as everyone waited for the verdict.

The director’s sharp gaze was locked on the playback. “That,” he said, pointing at the screen, his voice cutting through the tense silence, “That is cinema.” His tone brimmed with excitement. “It’s raw— it’s real. It’s going to leave people speechless.”

The director turned to you and Austin, his eyes wide with unrestrained enthusiasm. “It’s visceral, it’s unhinged, it’s… it’s perfect.” He praised.

The director’s words did little to ground you as you glanced over at Austin. He was still catching his breath, his face flushed, his eyes remaining on yours longer than they should. You couldn’t tell if he was thinking about the success of the scene or what had just happened between the two of you.

An assistant slipped your robe over your shoulders, snapping you back to reality, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that nothing about this moment felt right.

As your eyes met Austin’s again, his expression mirrored your own—uncertain, searching.

Something had changed, shifted irreversibly in your worlds, and no amount of acting could ever make it go back.

After that moment on set, you and Austin reacted as though the intimacy of that scene, the rawness of what had happened between you, was just part of the job.

Neither of you wanted to acknowledge what it meant or the ways it had already started to change you.

On set, you now kept a professional demeanor, giving the crew nothing more to gossip about.

Outside of work, you avoided personal conversations entirely. The blog sites and tabloids, however, continued to speculate, fueled by the way the two of you had once looked at each other on and off camera.

By the time you reached the final scenes of the film, you’d both mastered a calm detachment.

You delivered your lines with precision, but the reality of what fueled your connection was always still there.

You had both learned to bring intimacy into a scene without even touching, communicating volumes through a glance, or a shift in your stance —because you both knew you could physically never let it happen again.

Then came the final day of filming, the last scene, a climactic kiss on a windswept beach as the sun dipped below the horizon .

You were both standing barefoot on the cool sand, the golden light casting everything in soft, dreamlike hues. The waves crashed gently in the background, the salty breeze tugging at your hair. The scene was meant to capture a reunion, a moment of undeniable love after so much struggle.

The director called, “Action!” and you moved toward each other, your steps hesitant, your breaths shallow. The dialogue was simple, sparse, but every word carried weight.

“I was scared I’d never see you again,” you whispered, your eyes searching his.

Austin’s voice was low and trembling. “You’ll never lose me. Not again. Not ever.”

When his lips met yours, it was supposed to be a kiss of triumph, of love finally won. But the second his hand found your cheek, the second your fingers slid into his hair, it all came rushing back.

The chemistry, the longing, the unspoken yearning. Everything you had buried came to the surface in that moment. His lips pressed to yours like a plea, his touch possessive but gentle, and you couldn’t hold back the tears that welled in your eyes knowing it was over.

As the camera panned around you, capturing the fiery sky, the lapping waves, and the raw emotion etched into both of your faces, the lines blurred again.

For those few seconds, it was everything you couldn’t say to each other spilling out in one final kiss and when the director called, “Cut!” the confusion in your chest was unbearable.

The set plans for your lives were already written, and you both followed them precisely.

You finished the wrap party with polite smiles and distant goodbyes, each carefully avoiding anything that might complicate the delicate balance you had both worked so hard to maintain.

The risks were too great, the potential fallout too devastating and you walked away, pretending the connection you shared was just part of the job—no matter how much it lingered in every quiet moment after.

Now, at the night of the premiere, the lives you once knew lay shattered in the aftermath of what you both tried so hard to ignore.

The choices you made, and the ones you didn’t, were cemented, the weight of it all hanging heavily between you, unspoken but undeniable.

The theater was buzzing as the cast made their way to their seats. You were ushered toward the middle row, where you’d been assigned to sit, but just as you were about to lower into the chair, Austin’s hand gently caught your arm.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice low enough that no one else could hear. “Sit with me” he said with a calming reassurance.

You looked to him in confusion as he stepped past you and leaned toward the director standing in his row. “Do you mind if I sit with her?” Austin asked, his tone casual but sincere.

The director’s face lit up with amusement, clearly enjoying the spontaneity of the request. “I love that idea,” he said enthusiastically, already signaling to a nearby producer. “Let’s see how we can make it work.”

After a brief exchange with the producers, adjustments were made, and Austin turned back to you, his hand still lightly resting on your arm. “Come on,” he said with a boyish grin leading you to the now empty seat beside him.

“What is all this about?” you whispered as the two of you settled into the middle of the row, surrounded by murmuring audience members and the rest of the cast.

“We don’t have dates,” he smirked casually, his eyes glinting as he looked at you. “Might as well keep each other company.”

You couldn’t help but smile, resting back in your chair as the lights dimmed.

For the first time in months, you felt the warmth of his teasing banter, the ease you’d missed so much.

As the opening credits begin to roll, your eyes briefly flick over to Austin, catching the faint smile on his lips. You know the story playing out on the screen isn’t the only one unresolved, but for now, you let yourself enjoy being next to him again.

The movie is fast-paced, edgy, and captivating, and the audience responds with gasps and laughter at all the right moments. Austin leans in close every so often, whispering his thoughts about certain scenes.

His voice is low, his breath warm against your ear, and you find yourself looking forward to his comments each time.

He points out details you hadn’t noticed during filming, his passion for the craft shining through, and the familiarity of it makes you feel like nothing has changed between you.

But then, the scene begins—the two of you standing in front of the apartment building at night, neither of you willing to part ways without a proper good night.

The kiss unfolds on the massive screen, larger than life. The camera lingers on every detail, the way his hand cradles your face, the tilt of his head as his mouth moves against yours.

His lips press hungrily devouring you with a desperation that is both overwhelming and impossible to look away from.

On the massive screen, it’s almost too much. Every sigh, every gasp, every subtle shift of your bodies together is magnified, filling the theater with an intensity that leaves the audience silent.

You can feel the weight of Austin beside you, his stillness matching your own, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. The tension is too heavy between you.

Your heart begins to pound in your chest, knowing exactly what’s next. The tension in your body rises, unbearable, until you can’t take it anymore.

Quickly you stand before the sex scene starts, whispering a quiet apology as you excuse yourself, weaving through the row and slipping out of the theater.

By the time you make your way to the hall ramp at the side of the theater, you’re gasping for breath. You don’t know if you want to go back in or leave entirely, but the weight of it all presses down on you. You lean against the wall, hyperventilating as you try to regain your composure.

“Hey,” Austin’s voice breaks through the haze. You look up to see him standing in the dim walkway, concern etched across his face as the movie flickers off to the side behind him. “You okay?” he asks softly, but you shake your head, unable to speak.

“Come with me,” he says, his voice steady and gentle. He reaches for your hand, his touch grounding you as he leads you down the ramp to a secret entrance. Pushing open a black door, he steps into an even darker space under the theater and guides you inside.

“Where are we going?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you follow him up a narrow flight of stairs.

“You’ll see,” he says, his tone calm but laced with something unspoken. He pushes open another door, and you step inside, realizing you’re in the projection room.

The space is larger than you imagined, dark and humming with the faint noise of equipment. The only light emanates from the gigantic projector system that dominates the room with a large vent on top channeling the heat away. Rows of digital storage towers line the walls, blinking faintly, while a white control screen displays the movie times and automation settings.

You can’t help but look around in stunned silence. “How do you know about this?” you ask.

Austin smiles faintly. “I studied everything about film. The technical side always fascinated me.” He reveals.

He leads you to the front of the room, where the flickering lights of the movie illuminate the glass.

From the window next to the projector, you have a clear view of the entire theater below. The audience is engrossed, watching as the sex scene you filmed together begins playing in vibrant detail across the massive screen.

“It’s better watching it from up here,” Austin admits, his voice quiet and reflective.

You nod, the intensity of the moment easing slightly as you take in the scene from a different perspective. The emotions that had been swelling within you begin to fade, the distance from the audience providing a strange sense of detachment.

Austin’s gaze remains fixed on the screen, watching the two of you together. The way the camera lingers on your bodies, the intense eye contact, and passionate touches. You both look beautiful—perfect, almost unreal, but the hidden truth of filming the scene lingers in both your minds.

“I could never stop thinking about us,” Austin confesses, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes still on the screen.

“Neither could I,” you admit, your voice quiet, tinged with vulnerability.

The air between you shifts as Austin’s hand brushes lightly over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry for everything,” he says, his voice laced with regret, his eyes searching yours.

“Don’t be,” you whisper, the words soft and honest.

His eyes look into yours , and you feel the weight of everything between you, the unspoken emotion that lingers. He leans in slightly, his breath warm against your skin, pausing as though waiting for you to pull away.

When you don’t, he gently pulls your face to his, pressing his lips to yours in a feather-light, kiss. The softness of it lingers, your breath catching as his lips move tentatively against yours, testing the boundaries.

You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the moment, and his kiss deepens, building gradually, your mouths moving in sync as the tension that’s been simmering between you begins to spill over.

His hands frame your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as the kiss grows more intense, his lips parting against yours, as you feel the warmth of his tongue brush along yours.

He presses his body closer, pushing you back against the small side viewing glass, his breaths quick and uneven, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with your own.

The air between you is charged with unspoken need, heavy and undeniable as the tension that’s been building for so long finally begins breaking. Every inch of him radiates desire, and you can feel it in the way his hands linger on your hip, hovering just above your exposed skin.

Reaching for his hand, you guide it to the slit of your dress, feeling his breath stutter against your lips. His fingers graze the edge of your thigh, tentative at first, and then he exhales a deep, shuddering sigh as his palm slides further.

He’s lost in you, his touch becoming more confident, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your panties. The teasing pressure sends a jolt through you, your breaths growing shallow as his lips graze down your jaw to your shoulder and trailing upward hungrily until he finds your neck again.

His kisses grow feverish, his lips parting against yours as his hand lingers, his fingers gliding over your clit above your panties testing the limits of your desire.

Your body responds instinctively, moving into his touch, the tension between you reaching its breaking point as his name falls softly from your lips.

You feel him press against your thigh, his hardness evident, his body trembling slightly as he fights to keep control. Both of you are panting now, your bodies pressing instinctively against each other.

“What are we doing?” he whispers, his voice raw and laced with need, his lips brushing against your ear.

You tilt your head toward him, your voice soft but steady. “What we should have done a long time ago.”

His eyes search yours, full of want, full of the unspoken need that’s been simmering between you for far too long, and without hesitation, his thumbs hook into your panties, sliding them down until they fall to the floor.

His breaths fan over your neck, warm and uneven, as he grips your thigh and wraps it around his waist, pulling you close.

The way he holds you, the intensity in his gaze, speaks volumes. His desire for you is overwhelming, raw, and all-consuming.

He positions himself, the pressure building as the feeling of him pressing into you steals your breath.

He groans softly against your lips, your slick wetness making his need is for you overwhelming , almost too much for him to contain.

He’s incredibly hard, the feeling of him stretching and filling you inch by inch making your head tilt back against the glass.

He pushes into you slowly leaving you gasping, your body clenching tightly around him, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he claims the deepest part of you.

His hands grip your hips, steadying you as he pushes further, the tension between you almost unbearable until he’s fully inside.

He waits with his body finally flush against yours, the sensation overwhelming and utterly perfect, his breaths heavy as he grounds himself in the reality of having you.

Then he pulls back thrusting in devastatingly deep, each time like a silent promise, a claim that he’s pouring every unspoken feeling into you.

His hand slides up to your face, cupping your jaw as his kisses grow hungrier, deeper, his need growing with every stroke as he holds your thigh around his waist.

Your hands find his neck, your nails grazing his shoulders as he picks up his pace rocking you against the wall, thrusting so hard it makes you gasp.

His hands are everywhere—on your waist, your thigh, sliding down to grip your hips and pull you even closer, then he locks you in place as his thrusts grow increasingly deeper and more relentless.

Each movement sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, leaving you breathless and clinging to him.

A moan escapes your lips, louder than you intended, the raw sound filling the room, and his hand cups gently over your mouth, muffling the noise as he continues thrusting.

His eyes meet yours, dark and filled with lust, as if the sound only spurs him on, his movements becoming even more intense.

His hand moves from your mouth, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter. His grip tightens on your thigh as he thrusts into you with a force that presses your body flush against the wall.

His cock hits the perfect place deep inside over and over again, until you feel yourself tightening around his cock, your moans turning into soft cries against his ear.

His hand trails down, slipping between your bodies as his fingers find your clit. He circles it with perfect precision, teasing and applying just enough pressure to make your body arch into him. The sensation builds, your hips leaning into him as every stroke and thrust pushes you closer to the edge.

“Austin,” you whisper, your voice breaking as pleasure coils tightly within you. His lips press to your neck, his other hand gripping your hip, holding you steady as he keeps thrusting, his fingers never relenting. The combination is too much, and with one hard thrust he presses his thumb against your clit as your orgasm crashes over you immediately.

The sound is stolen from your throat as your body presses against him, tightening every muscle as waves of pleasure ripple through you, leaving you shakily breathing in his arms.

Seeing you fall apart Austin groans deeply, his control slipping. “I’m gonna come,” he rasps, his hips slamming into yours as his rhythm falters.

A deep groan escapes him as he buries himself fully inside you, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely. The warmth of his release fills you, and for a moment, the world goes quiet, the only sounds your heavy breaths and the movie on screen.

Austin stays still, his arms wrapped around you as his lips press soft, lingering kisses across your neck. “What do we do now?” he whispers, his voice hushed, as he holds you closely.

You tilt your head toward him, your voice steady but soft. “We have to go back,” you say, nodding toward the monitor where the movie still plays.

He straightens up his chest still heaving as his eyes lock onto yours for a fleeting moment, filled with something raw and unspoken. Slowly, he pulls out, the sensation leaving you breathless, the emptiness almost unbearable after the intensity of being so full of him.

His hands linger on your hips as though he can’t let go just yet, and before the moment can slip away, he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss savoring every last trace of your closeness together.

As you both move to fix yourselves he helps you pull your panties back into place as you pull down your dress. The urgency of the moment returns as your eyes flick to the monitor, and you both realize the movie is entering its final act.

Austin adjusts himself quickly, and together, you make your way out of the projection room. The cool air of the stairwell greets you as you tread quietly back down the narrow steps. At the landing, Austin slightly pushes the door open to ensure no one is nearby.

“I’ll head to the ladies room, you head back into the theater,” you tell him, your voice steady despite the rush of emotions still lingering. He grins softly, and leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips, then he heads one way, and you the other.

The entire theater is locked down for the premiere, the halls empty save for the occasional usher or security guard stationed at the front.

You make your way to the ladies room, pausing when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror.

Your cheeks are flushed, your hair slightly disheveled, and your lips swollen. You look like someone who’s just had the wildest, most unforgettable sex of their life and you smile.

Quickly, you fix your hair, and pat your face, trying to regain some composure before heading back to the theater.

The usher’s flashlight guides your path as you return to your seat. The room is dark, the audience engrossed in the movie. As you pass Austin, his hand grazes your hip, subtle but deliberate, and you bite back a smile, sliding into your chair beside him.

As the movie plays, you steal knowing glances at each other in a quiet, an intimate reminder of your stolen moment together.

As you watch the ending of the film, he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Come with me after this,” he whispers, his voice low and full of meaning as he plants a soft kiss just below your ear.

The theater lights raise as the credits roll, and the room erupts with applause.

All eyes turn toward you and Austin, the stars of the night, and you quickly slip apart, trying to maintain composure. You stand as the cast rises to their feet, and the cheers grow louder as you all take in the standing ovation.

Austin glances at you, his smirk unmistakable as he takes your hand, his grip firm yet playful. He leads you out of the theater, his arm draping casually around your shoulders as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

As you walk together, people congratulate you both, praising the brilliant performance and the film’s success. “Incredible work, you two,” one of the crew members says. “The film is a masterpiece.”says another.

As the praises come flooding in, Austin only smiles, his attention only on you, as if nothing else matters in the moment.

You step into the flow of the crowd in the lobby, surrounded by the excited energy of the cast and audience alike all swept up in the afterglow of the film’s success.

At the front of the theater, the scene is chaotic. The red carpet glimmers under the bright, unrelenting lights, the velvet ropes barely containing the swarm of photographers and reporters, as cameras erupt into flashes.

Austin looks to you, his eyes filled with mischief. “You think the headlines tomorrow will be about our incredible movie?” he asks leaning in closer, his tone filled with that familiar charm. “Or about us?”

END 🎥

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chrispotatos · 1 year ago

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teaser- matt sturniolo

!Blurb! (i think)

warnings: suggestive, smut (intended)

summary: you've been sexually frustrated and your embarrassed so you act grumpy and don't wanna ask matt for help with your 'problem'

a/n: i come up with random ass shit at 3 am.

"Do you know whats going on over here?"

"have you even bothered to look?"

you and matt were both at target and to no suprise you didn't wanna be there.

"lets go home" you demanded while matt was scanning the shelves for a lego set. "can you wait, im looking for something" he responded vaguely

"we're leaving" you told him.

the boldness of your tone made matt do a double take. "what'd you say?" he asked in a condescending manner, lowering his gaze on you.

it made you nervous and regret your choice of words only in the slightest. what he did doesn't stop you from scoffing and rolling your eyes, walking away with a bad attitude. you went to the car by yourself and waited for matt to drive you two back to his shared home with his brothers.

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you were laying on the couch and matt was sitting on the wooden floor infront of the coffee table building the lego set he just bought.

in what felt like a random question he asked what you wanted to eat. but you ignored him it's not like he did anything wrong, you just didn't feel like answering him. despite all this pent up sexual frustration, you felt the need to ignore the person you craved most.

"y/n i know you heard me" assertiveness was added to his tone. it made you undeniably wet, the way he exerted his dominace aroused you. im sure he knew that and he probably also knew what was wrong with you; he almost always does

" you gonna ignore me now?" he cuts your phone off and that makes you shoot up from your position "fuck off. im clearly not talking to you, for a reason"

he looked around the room as if he was clueless to who you were speaking to. "who you talkin to like that, cause i know it's not me" his boston accent leaking out onto his words

matt was completely opposed by the way you were acting.

"you. thats who" you fired back. his tounge sucked his teeth "nope. no ma'am. not happening" he grabbed you by the wrist, practically dragging you towards his room "matt stop it. what're you doing?"

You tried pulling your wrist out of his grip and resist as much as possible but you also didn't try hard enough, because this is what you been waiting for.

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before you know it the both of you were in his room, his hands wondered all over your body.

your backside was against the front of him and he was kissing down your neck. his touch was all-consuming, you were convinced you could have had an orgasm right there. every touch felt electric, his kisses sent shivers all over.

"this what you wanted angel?" he asked.

you nodded your head vigourisly. his hands proceeded to go up your jean skirt and to your soaked panties. his fingers rubbed your clothed clit, earning a whimper from you.

"too bad. wanna act like a brat you get the treatment of one" he removed his hands from the aching heat; growing in your core.

"please im sorry" you sit on the bed watching matt walk to the door of his room "i said it okay. im sorry" you whined every fiber of your being was desperate for his attention, and longing for his touch.

it's been almost a week since you and matt did anything sexual. from his busy work schedule to his tiredness and lack of desire to do anything and vise versa.

"come talk to me when you're actually sorry and aren't being desperate" he shut the door behind him leaving you in his room alone with nothing but your own imagination of where that could have gone but didn't escalate any higher because of the attitude you had all day, damn near all week.

pt.2

a/n: this could possibly have a pt.2 but it could also be left like this. lmk what y'all are thinking.

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eclipseberrycake · 6 months ago

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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 10

AN: There was a request for how they all said I love you and I decided I wanted to do it :) I'm trying to decide how I want the timeline of like the serious/lore stuff to go, and if I want to do it now or wait. I'm almost at 150 followers so maybe I'll do it for that :D

This was a request but atp it's just as much for me as it is for y'all

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven -> Part Eight -> Part Nine -> Part Nine 1/2

Warning: Cosmo's bit gets a little steamy idk what happened maybe im ovulating or sum./hj

☁ I love relationship building so much. You guys have no idea, especially with Food Coma boys. (Which is also apparently one of their ship names omg???)

☁ So, I think it's easiest to honestly go one by one with these boys. As I've established before, they each have their own things and moments with each other as well, just to note, so like please don't think this relationship is they're all in love with Reader and not each other. I had someone message me with concerns regarding that, and I just wanna clear the air! They all love each other and Reader very much and are one big happy unit :D So I hope this kind of help mends any questions because I tried adding more...yk MBC moments without reader involved! (That sounds bad but you'll see)

☁ That being said, they all get their own moments FIRST. And while Sprout got you all together, Astro is the catalyst for most of it. Cosmo has his own moments later, dw.

☁ He's a quiet guy, don't get that wrong, but he's such a lover. He's so used to hiding in the background and hoping people don't notice him because he was so insecure about himself, his personality, his looks and thoughts and opinions and-

☁ He was just...scared of the world, he supposes. But you three had a way of just...making it better. Not so scary.

☁ He shows his love in a variety of ways. Small acts of service and physical touch are big ones, quality time too. He absolutely adores just...being with you guys in any capacity. He doesn't like to make big spectacles about his love for you all, but he does love making sure you all know it. So if that takes something a little more obvious then what he's used to doing, he's willing to do it.

☁ He says it to Cosmo first, suckas. It's not something he plans, no, it just slips out. They're in the middle of the first (of what would become many) horror movie nights they'd share, just the two of them. Sprout was busy with plans he previously made with Vee and you encourage the two of them to spend some time alone just the two of them, taking Coal and Pebble to the training room for some exercise.

☁ Cosmo's energy is not as vibrant as yours and Sprouts, it's much softer and gentler, a welcoming embrace despite the tense atmosphere of the room. They had set up on the bed, with snacks and drinks at the ready, leaning against a mountain of pillows cuddled up against each other. The movie was mid at best, with cheap attempts at scares, but they joked it would make you and Sprout jump just the same.

☁ There was a lull in the movie where Cosmo was telling him about Razzle and Dazzle's recent attempt at comedy when it just...slipped? Maybe it was the reflection of Cosmo's eyes, the reflection from the duo of colors or just the way he used his hands to emphasize his distaste with the finn-esque puns they attempted, but it bubbled up and spilt out before he could stop it.

☁ "I love you." It was as simple as that, just those three words, but they made Cosmo stop all the same. He stilled, blinked and immediately snapped all of his attention to Astro, who was just about to fly into a flurry of apologies and pleas to just forget about it, but he was stopped by the feeling of Cosmo's lips pressing against his, his curled tail wagging wildly behind him.

☁ When he pulled away, his eyes shined with tears even as Astro wiped away the ones he could. "Oh, nightlight, I love you too."

☁ Sprout was next for Astro. The two mains already previously had a relationship, so they fell back into step pretty easily, the only difference really being more physical touch between them. They're used to spending time together, so when you and Cosmo are away on a common's exclusive run, it's no skin off their teeth.

☁ Before looking through old files and things, I imagine Sprout uses Astro as a taste tester as, unlike you and Cosmo, he'll be honest with him about adjustments that need to be made. Sprout has him relatively trained enough to tell if there's too much salt, too much butter, if it's overmixed or not folded well enough.

☁ So they use the opportunity to try more...temperamental recipes. Macrons are at the top of Sprout's list, constantly trying, and subsequently failing, to perfect the twitchy cookie. This was the fourth session of trying.

☁ Astro has no issues regarding this as he gets the failed cookies regardless and he gets to spend one on one time with Sprout, so a win is a win in his book.

☁ Plus, seeing the berry's leaves up in a ponytail stirs something fluttery in Astro's gut that he doesn't quite want to address just yet, much less when he adds a bandana to keep the smaller bits at bay.

☁ It all seemed to be going well, up until Sprout pulled the cookies out, only to look absolutely crushed at the concaved shells and lack of feet. The tray is practically thrown onto the counter as Sprout passes, Astro clicking his tongue sympathetically as he welcomes the defeated berry into his chest, wrapping his cloak around him. Astro is only half convinced he won't cry, but will be there even if he does.

☁ "I hate these stupid cookies." Sprout mumbles, and Astro hums. "And the French." Astro hums again, refraining from voicing the thought that there's no way the entirety of France is to blame here.

☁ "It's okay. Flat cookies or not, I still love you." He mumbled back, brushing back the strands in the ponytail, watching the greenery bounce back- rather amused by it until Sprout is suddenly pulling away, hands racing to squeeze the celestials cheeks. "What?!"

☁ "I-" Sprout shakes his head, not letting Astro continue. "No, I heard it. I'm mostly bummed because how did you beat me?!"

☁ "Beat you?"

☁ "I was supposed to say it to you first!" The berry, dare he say, whines, throwing his head back before it's whipping forward, slowing before it collides with the Celestial's own heads, gently laying against his forehead. "I love you, Astro Novalite. Never forget it, yeah?"

☁ "Or what?" Astro teases, barely getting another word before Sprout is on him, hands still holding his cheeks as his lips swallow Astro's own laughter.

☁ Now, welcome back to the story, Reader :). We missed you! As an apology for kicking you out momentarily to watch the boys be boys in love, lets start you off with ASTRO >:D

☁ I have a favorite, if you couldn't tell. (It's all of them and I struggle to split the parts between each of their POVS)

☁ So for you, Astro doesn't approach it the same way. No, he owes you so much for so many reasons and needs something much further. You were the one who got the majority of the research to bring him back, having to distract his twisted form over and over and over again. You were the one to use the antidote, cornering him and carrying him back to the elevator. You were the one to ease him back into the swing of things, playing guard dogs when the other commons became a bit too much for him so soon after his return. You were there, with Cosmo of course, during the entirety of his recovery, sneaking him treats and threading tales of the runs you've done to keep him entertained.

☁ It's not as graceful as you think.

☁ Sprout and Cosmo are in the kitchen and you're laying down for a midday nap, inviting Astro to come with since you know he, more than anyone, loves a good nap. He eagerly accepts, walking with you back to your room with a little skip in his step.

☁ Except for the first time...ever, he can't sleep. You're already dozing beside him, chest rising and falling with your back moving in time with under the hand he's keeping between your shoulders. He's practically thrumming with energy as if he used his own ability on himself.

☁ He thinks for a moment what you normally do when he's asleep and you're feeling wide awake. He immediately comes to his solution, grinning.

☁ "Hey," He pokes your cheek and your brows furrow. "Hey, I need you to un-sleep for a second."

☁ "What are you going on about-" You groan, words slurring slightly as one of your eyes just barely peek open. "If I give you a kiss will you...not."

☁ "Nope." He pops his 'P', making you groan. "I need you to know how much I adore you and care for you and how if you never wake up from your dreams its because I'm living the dream by being one of the ones you chose."

☁ "If you don't wake up from your dreams, it's because I suffocated you with your pillow!" You hiss, scrunching your eyes shut much tighter as you curl into your blanket, which is really just his stolen cloak. "Now go to beeeed."

☁ "I love you." He purrs, watching in real time as your eyes pop open and stare at him. You have to hide your grin before your raising to lean on your hands. "I love you too!" You say with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.

☁ You give him a kiss, a nuzzle of your foreheads and a quick glare before laying back down on his chest, waiting a second before closing your eyes, as if daring him to speak again.

☁ "And another thing-"

☁ "OKAY-" You're sitting up again, this time planting your hands on his shoulders as he laughs up at you. "Lay down."

☁ "I'm laying down." He teases, finding too much entertainment in your reaction at having the tables turned on you. He's been awoken many a times to you leaning over him, poking him if only to tell him about how it's raining outside or some weird miniscule thing you suddenly remembered.

☁ "I love you." You start, jabbing his chest. "But I don't play like this." You sneer. Then you lay down and press a kiss to his lips once more. "You're very cute." You growl, laying back down. This time he lets you with a small chuckle, quick to follow you into dreamland.

☁ If you think that doesn't become a habit between you two, I hate to tell you. It does. Sprout and Cosmo are so over it.

☁ Sprout is next for you dear reader.

☁ It's probably sometime after Vee's retrieval, when you're supposed to be resting, but are not, sneaking into the kitchen you were banned from.

☁ Your sock padded feet are nearly silent against the tile in the kitchen, blanket swishing against the floor as you reach for the utensil drawer, grabbing a spoon before reaching into one of the cabinets, blindly reaching for your treat of choice. Your fingers wrap around it, pulling it free as you beam at it.

☁ Getting a pudding cup past Sprout these days was a challenge all on it's own, but this had been a well planned heist. Even while injured, you were relatively fast, contorting your body to escape the hold Cosmo had on you. You carefully stepped out of bed down near the foot of it, staying a few seconds just to ensure the three behind you stayed asleep. They did, with minimal scuffling to fill in the gap. You let out a sigh of relief, grabbing the blanket you planted at the end of the bed the night before before making your way to the kitchen.

☁ All for a pudding cup.

☁ Looking at said treat, you wilt a bit at what your life has come to in terms of pudding.

☁ Still, you peel it open and eagerly dig your spoon into it, bringing it to your mouth only to freeze at the eyes peering at you. You pause, stilling your actions as they blink. You blink. Then you shake your head, eyes pleading silently.

☁ "Pebs, buddy. C'mon, think of all we've been through." You plead, watching the rock stare you down. His tail wags and you think for a moment you've won.

☁ "Arf!"

☁ It echoes in the hall and you nearly sob at it. It would only wake one person, but that one person is the one you planned so hard to get around all for it to be foiled by the dog.

☁ "I hate you." You sneer at the oddly proud looking pup. " I'm giving you a bath later." The threat falls on deaf ears as Pebble runs in a circle, tail continuing to wag.

☁ He barks again, but you don't care. The damage has been done. Frankly, you really should blame Gigi. She started the whole pudding cup fiasco.

☁ Pebble runs off behind you and you take a moment for a deep breath before turning. As predicted, Sprout is there, gently scratching Pebble's chin, slipping him a treat before standing. Pebble takes it and runs off somewhere, leaving you in the clutches of the Warden. He looks at you, but rather than the normal face he has when he scolds, he's smiling. It almost looks like he's trying not to laugh.

☁ "What are you laughing at?" You snip, and he nearly breaks, shaking his head. "Your face. You look like someone kicked your puppy."

☁ You pout further and he laughs before walking over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before continuing further into the kitchen, grabbing an apron as he goes. You watch him skeptically, eyes darting to your pudding then back to him. When he turns to check on you, haven't heard you move at all, he raises a brow. "What's up, bud?"

☁ "You're just gonna...let me have it?" You raise a brow, not trusting the situation. He scoffs good naturedly at this. "I'm honestly more surprised you aren't sick of it for life. If you want a pudding cup this morning, I won't stop you. One is where I draw the line though."

☁ You hum slowly, taking a spoonful of your treat once more and sticking it in your mouth. it makes your tail wag as you walk to the barstools around the counter, perching yourself on one as you watch Sprout work, getting everything ready for the morning.

☁ "Do you ever get tired of doing this?" You ask, tilting your head. Sprout hums at the question, turning on the coffee pot and pulling out a mug for himself. "No. I like doing it. The mornings are nice. Calm. Moreso when I have certain people joining me." He grins. "The usual for you?"

☁ You nod and he gets you your beverage of choice, pouring himself his own cup of coffee. "Waffles or pancakes?"

☁ "Waffles." You answer him, watching as he works. It's a smooth, flawless things, and one of the many things you love about him. The thought hits you like a brick, stunning you in your chair. He slides you your beverage of choice, raising an imaginary brow. "...Are you sure you're okay?"

☁ "I love you." You breath out, and his cheeks flush a darker red. "I love you, Sprout. Like a lot a lot." You blurt out and he stalls for a second, hands twitching for a second as he seems to reboot.

☁ Your knees lay on the stool as you push up to get closer to him over the counter. "Did I break you?"

☁ His hands shoot up, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a hard kiss to your lips. It dazes you just a bit as you swoon, your knees nearly giving out from under you. He catches your weight and laughs at you, gently setting you back down before rounding the counter, quickly repeating the kiss. When he pulls away he's beaming, squishing your cheeks. "I love you too, bud. Now, let's get you fed."

☁ Now, Cosmo, the sweet cinnamon roll cake roll baby bitch ass.

☁ You two, like Sprout and Astro, have a bit of a history together, so you guys spend time together all the time. Whether it's doing something like play wrestling in the bedroom, doing a workout together or lazing about playing video games, if either of you can't be found, there's a good chance you're with each other somewhere, goofing off while the other two are busy.

☁ I've established beforehand that he lets you just hang off him at all times (In the pudding part i think thats pt 3), but my personal HC is that Cosmo is jacked. He's got muscles and uses them without even trying.

☁ Like if he's cleaning and you're in the way, you're thrown over his shoulder in a fireman carry as he continues on. Astro needs help reaching a top shelf, Cosmo is there giving him a boost. Even if he's not careful, he'll life Sprout up in the middle of a hug. Like he's just so unaware of how strong he is.

☁ So you're probably with him while he's doing a quick workout, counting as he does pushups, swatting at his tail every time he raises. He flickers it back at you as he lowers, making it a game between you two.

☁ His shoulders move with every restart of the cycle, making your eyes track them and every flex of his muscles, hearing every one of his grunts.

☁ (Bro i need to be caged what is with me and Cosmo omg)

☁ You swat at his tail again and he stills at the upright position, arms shaking just a bit. "You having fun back there?"

☁ "I'm having a blast. Number 65 by the way. You having fun down there?" You tease, gently pulling the tail from it's normally curled position only to release and watch it curl right back.

☁ "Oh, just the greatest time." He grunts again, lowering once more. One of your hands moving to run down his back, pressing against each of the muscles. "Do you let the other two do this?"

☁ "Who says I let you do this?" He throws back, still for a second before raising again. You press against the muscles, feeling the firm press of them against your palm.

☁ "I do. Because you lovveeee me~." You purr, hand moving to poke at some of the sprinkles in his icing. You had chosen a few of them today.

☁ He grunts again, tail swiping a few times before he chuckles, bringing his knees under him so he can sit up. You yelp as you fall, shaking your head before shooting a glare at him.

☁ He's already smirking down at you, taking a swig from his nearby water bottle. "Maybe I do. What of it?"

☁ "You don't drop people you love first off." You scoff, immediately swallowing you next complaint as the cake roll traps you between himself and the floor.

☁ "However will I make it up to you after letting you ride my back for the past however long." He snickers before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "I love you."

☁ Your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss enough you can hear his tail pick up it's wagging pace. When you separate, you grin at him. His eyes darken at the look before he's scooping you up and standing. "I'm not letting you start something in the public gym of all places."

☁ You loudly boo. "You never let me have any fun!" You cry out dramatically before huffing, smiling at the whole of it all fondly. "But, I love you too. Kill joy or not."

☁ "Bite me." Cosmo snuffs, yelping when you do exactly as he asks.

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burrowdarling · 6 months ago

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In Sickness and Health

Summary: A glimpse at what it's like when you and Joe are feeling under the weather.

Pairings: Joe burrow x grilfriend!reader

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: None, just fluff

Note: Hi all! Here's a short lil request while I get back into the swing of things. Thank you for being patient with me, I'm hoping to have the firsts of the series and more requests out soon. Thank you to this anon for requesting.

Word Count: 590

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When Joe is sick…

He’ll always try to power through, not wanting to slow down for anything. He especially won;t slow down for something as minor as a cold. It was only when those sniffles turned into much more that you were able to convince him he needed rest. You turned into his personal nurse, wanting him to get better as soon as possible. Anything he needed, you were there when you were able to be. If you thought Joe was charming on his own, add in some helplessness from being sick and he was like a puppy. It could have been medicine, snacks, or even just your touch - you were there to give him what he needed, having a hard time saying no to those eyes. Joe would always say that you were the only medicine he needed, claiming he felt much better after he spent some time in your arms (trying your hardest not to tell him it was because he had fallen asleep in your arms). He won’t always express it, but he’s grateful with how attentive you are to him, always having a knack for knowing what he needed better than he did. It’s only a few days where he’s really down for the count, getting some of his energy back after some much needed rest. You try to tell him it’s necessary to slow down once in a while, knowing he won’t listen even if he knows the consequences. You’ll always be there to nurse him back to health, saving the ‘I told you so’ as the quiet part you both know deep down. There was very little you wouldn;t do for the man you loved so dearly.

When you’re sick…

It’s probably because you were taking care of Joe, speaking of ‘I told you so’. Joe tried to tell you he didn’t want to get you sick too, but you fought him on the grounds of not getting sick often. You act like Joe in the way that you play it off as nothing, not wanting him to feel bad that he got you sick. You knew what you were getting into when you were doting on him, willing to take the risk for your lovely boyfriend. For the first part of your sickness, it overlapped with Joe’s. You guys took the time to completely rot in bed, basking in the undivided presence of each other that you weren’t always able to get during the season. You took the time to binge-watch the shows you guys have talked about for ages, catching up on some much-needed bonding. You may not have been feeling the best, but you would take what you could get during a hectic season. When Joe was finally feeling better, you were in the thick of it. Joe took on the responsibility of taking care of you, refusing to let you go through it alone. He felt the odds of him getting sick again were slim, wanting to make sure you got the same treatment you gave him all the time, sick or not. You were grateful to have such a caring boyfriend, making sure you were doing everything you had to to get better, feeling like a princess even through sickness. He felt a sense of victory when you started to feel better, grateful to have you happy and healthy again. Both of you made a pact to rest when you could, ensuring that you and the other person could avoid getting sick again so fast.

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maybankswhore · 2 years ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑.

summary: rafe overhears you talking to sarah about your feelings and wants to take care of you.

warnings: mentions of depression and anxiety , rafe eavesdropping , little bit of swearing

You sighed at Sarah’s hand rubbing your back comfortingly as your face hid itself in your hands to hide your puffy eyes and red cheeks. You looked like a mess— and you felt how you looked. Everything just seemed so overwhelming , and there was such much pressure on you from your family. There were so many feelings that you kept inside because you hadn’t wanted to feel like a burden.

“I’m just so tired all the time.” You ranted to Sarah , wiping underneath your eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m always so tired and so , so sad. Nothing seems to make it go away. I always feel this. . . this impending doom over me like something bad’s gonna happen. Like I’m going to fail and disappoint everyone.”

Sarah frowned. She definitely related that feeling and tried her best to figure out the right way to help you. Frowning , you pushed some hair away from your face. “Have you tried talking to Rafe?” Her face twisted up at the mention of her brother , but making sure to quickly wipe it away. Despite her own personal feelings towards him , Sarah knew that Rafe was good to you. The relationship he had with you was probably his only saving grace.

You shook your head at her. “No because Rafe’s not. . .” you struggled to find the right words. “Rafe shouldn’t have to deal with me like this. He already has so much on his own plate that a sad , depressing girlfriend should be the least of his worries. And I know he doesn’t like to see me cry because he feels too bad if he can’t make it stop.” You didn’t resent Rafe for not being the best person to talk to. You knew why he struggled with it and your stress shouldn’t fall onto his shoulders. You’d feel guilty adding on to everything else Rafe dealt with.

“Look I’m not the biggest fan of my brother,” Sarah muttered under her breath. “But I know that he cares about you , Y/N and he would want to be there for you. He’s your boyfriend—” she emphasized. “It’s kinda what he signed up for.”

As you cried , Rafe loomed around Sarah’s door. He didn’t want to eavesdrop , but he couldn’t stop himself from being concerned when he noticed your sniffles floating from the small crack in the door. Rafe wasn’t one to pry too much , too afraid it’d push you away. He felt his chest grow heavy as he listened to you vent to Sarah , hating you felt that way. He wanted to take every negative and sad thing in your brain and pluck it away. Store somewhere impossible to find and never feel again.

Pursing his lips , Rafe sighed as he knocked on the door softly to signal that someone was there. He lightly peaked around it , focusing on you. “Hey , baby. I’m home.” He smiled at you gently , feeling determined to try and be what you needed. Rafe wasn’t good at feelings but he would do anything for you and try again until he did it right.

You plastered on a fake smile when you saw him. Your heart warmed up just a little bit more at your boyfriend , feeling antsy to be in his arms. You mumbled a quick ‘thanks , sar’ before tapping her shoulder to walk out.

She gave you a smile in return , hoping that things would get better for you soon.

Rafe’s arm immediately snaked around your waist and pulled you to him and leading you down the hall. You tried your best to act normal , hoping that it was dark enough to conceal the mess you were sure painted across your face.

He waited until the door of his room closed before speaking. “You were crying.” Rafe’s thumb swiped underneath your cheekbone , a frown on his face.

“I know.” You whispered back. You grabbed his hand and kept it on your cheek , eyes fluttering closed at his touch. “’m was just sad for minute.”

“Sweet baby.” Rafe sighed , being gentle with his touch and words. His eyelashes fluttered against the apples of your cheeks when he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your face. “What’s wrong?”

As if his words were a trigger , tears started falling down your face. You threw your arms around his neck and just cried , shamelessly. You weren’t thinking of sounding stupid or crying in an ugly way. You weren’t embarrassed and you weren’t feeling guilty. You just cried. It felt good to finally feel it and not try and disguise it with other things. It felt good to feel Rafe’s arms tighten around you , the coos of him healing something deeply rooted in your soul.

You just wanted to feel comforted , and loved.

Rafe held you tightly as you did so , rocking you back and forth. The two of you stood there in the middle of the room with the only sound being the way you sobbed loudly in the crook of his neck. You didn’t even know what words could explain how you felt , so you didn’t even bother trying.

“My sweet girl,” Rafe mumbled into your hair. “Lay down with me.”

He easily slid the two of you backwards , quickly kicking off his shoes to get onto the bed. He left the covers tucked , his work clothes on— something he’d never allow any other time. All Rafe cared about was holding you so you didn’t feel so alone.

You let him move you towards the bed. He laid down flat while gripping at your hips , pulling you to straddle him. A sigh of contentment left your lips as you laid down , chest to chest , with your cheek against his cheek. It was so close that you felt the warmth of his breath on the side of your neck , sending shivers down your spine with each exhale. It was suffocatingly close— and just what you needed.

His hands rubbed your back as you calmed down , laying there next to him. The sound of his breathing was like a lullaby , shushing your nerves to sleep as you listened to it carefully. Your breathing pattern began to mimic his and you almost mistaked Rafe Cameron as some sort of drug you were warned about at school assembly’s.

“Thank you.” You breathed , after what seemed like hours of just laying there compared to the minutes it actually was. “I’ve just felt so overwhelmed lately. And everything’s making me sad. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me.” Rafe stopped you , craning his neck down to look at you. He stared into your ears with scrunched brows , a finger to your chin. “Don’t ever apologize to me for that.”

“Okay.” You mumbled back. You grabbed his hand to kiss his thumb.

“It’s what I signed up for.” Rafe breezed it in , hoping you wouldn’t be mad at him. The air becoming light hearted when you rolled your eyes playfully and smacked his chest.

“You’re such a jerk!”

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leo-artista · 5 months ago

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I'm almost definitely reading too much into your FrankenPines AU designs, but like. The center seam down Stanley's chin is giving Stanford "god-complex" pines remaking his brother in his own image (cleft chin) and everytime I see your work it's the only thing I can think of!! Like The Themes are there, it just seemed like such a subtle design choice I was never certain if it was on purpose? I just had to ask it's been driving me crazy. Anyway love your work I hope good things come to you today!

Okay, first off- thank you!! I'm really glad you enjoy my work, I hope you're having a great day <33

Second off- honestly that didn't even cross my mind as I was making the design for my Frankenstan. It was mostly a stylistic choice I made because I thought it looked cool and added a nice touch to his "stitched doll" appearance. But now that you've said this, I think it's absolutely genius! Ford remaking Stan in his own image because as much as he knows Stan is his own person he can't help but also view him as his creation, something he made as an act of love but also possessiveness- because that is his brother, and he will not allow the world to take his twin away from him

#frankenstan au

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arcadia345 · 2 years ago

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Astro notes💋🥀

Just my observations :)🔞

♡ Scorpio mercury or degree is the definition of elephant in the room, it’s like they try their best to make you uncomfortable with their words , on the brighter side I love how deep their minds are

♡Saturn in the 6th/2nd could go a long time without eating and not even notice

♡ One of my friends had a baby today(Aries moon) and she’s already threatening people not to play with her child💀 cute tho

♡ I feel like the only Libra placement that doesn’t try to be likable is Libra moons, their personality is so lovely for the most part☺️ I’ve only met men with this placement and WHEW they are sooooooo charming🥴

♡ I’ve noticed guys with Venus conjunct their sun can come off a little ✨ even if they’re not they’re just in touch with their feminine side. Also guys with Venus conjunct moon could have this energy as well just more subtle

♡ Aquarius in 7th will always give black sheep energy, no matter how “popular” they are it’s always something that differentiates them from everyone else, could be known for doing questionable things

♡ Taurus season I see lots of people getting lip piercings but lots of new tats and piercings in general

♡ 11th house has to do with hopes and dreams, mars is your passion and drive, having mars in 11th synastry with someone with someone could mean having fantasy’s about them,being fwb, or being friends with someone but wanting to be more. Me and my friend both have this synastry and the tension is HIGH especially with her Jupiter conjunction to my mars🥴

♡It’s not surprise Saturn babies look soo good in slicked back hairstyles since it rules hair and restrictions

♡Also they weren’t joking when they said prominent Saturn placements could make you a pothead😳 I thought I was a smoker but whew they SMOKE 💨

♡ Aries moon moms are so PUSHY. They’re always trying to dictate your emotions like your not your own human then get insecure when you cut contact with them. And she never takes your emotions seriously till you act out of character, It’s like she never wants you to rest so draining. Also they can be intimidating/scary in a way especially from the stories the Aries moon child shares about them😅 did they lie tho?

♡ Scorpio moons could also resonate but I feel like with Aries moms(sidereal Pisces moon)there’s a innocence to it like they truly don’t recognize their toxic traits until you confront them about it but with Scorpio moon’s mom (sidereal Libra moon) they KNOW exactly what they’re doing when they manipulate. And other people could easily alter ur mother’s perception of you, very wishywashy. They type to be jealous of their kids especially if they have a daughter

♡ Chiron in 12th could get accused of things they didn’t do allll the time , it gets to a point where they don’t even try to defend themselves anymore cause it’s like no one listens why waste your energy 😭 a good example is Micheal Jackson

♡ Gemini moon children have moms that don’t hold back🥴 very blunt especially with some Aries energy added

♡ I giggle every time I remember Park Jimin has a Gemini moon I just know he has the best comebacks and inside jokes😂 (Jimin if you’re seeing this let’s be friends plz😆)

♡ I’ve noticed with Virgo moons children may see one parent more fit to be a parent than the other at some point in their life. Doesn’t mean the other is a shitty parent or anything but if they had to decide to live with one of them they’ll already know who😹

♡ Also Virgo placements why do y’all constantly complain about something you could easily solve? I see this more in undeveloped Virgo placements

♡ Leo moon children could have mothers that are selfish in one way or another, wheither it be their time, money, or love

♡Jupiter in 3rd (natal and transit) what is home? I’ve been to so many places in my city that I didn’t know existed, I also got a 🍕 delivery job so I’m on the go all the time, but since my natal Jupiter is in my 8th it’s kinda a darker transit for me- I literally hit and ran two people in counting 😭 (I’m not even a bad driver they happened on the same week!��) communication especially over the phone has been vile omg the amount of times I’ve been cussed out by strangers otp is crazy. Also I’ve lost old friends /gained new one

That’s all for now💋

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ishgard · 1 year ago

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Presenting: An Absurdly, Stupidly Long and Wordy Warrior of Light-based Questionnaire, or as my bestie dubbed it:

30 WoL Think Thonkers

Less an ask prompt, more of a daily prompt, (though you can use it as an ask prompt if you prefer!) Answer the questions however you want: straight-forward, with stories or screens, or a mix of all.

Get any of your little brainworms out. Wax poetic, ramble off into several digressions, challenge yourself to answer in the least amount of words possible, whatever you're vibing with! (If you want to tag them #wolthinkthonkers feel free!)

This is very Warrior of Light and MSQ based. It's set from a Post-Endwalker mindframe, so there are some minor/vaguely worded spoilers.

----------------------- WARM-UP QUESTIONS

I. Where is your Warrior of Light from? What was their home like growing up and what set them out on their journey?

2. What city-state did your WoL start in? How did they feel about it then, and how do they feel about it now? (ie, did their experiences sour their perception, or make them appreciate it more?)

3. How do they feel about being Hydaelyn's chosen? (Feel free to break it down from ARR's "Champion of Eorzea" all the way to "The Savior of Etheirys" as much as you like. Have those feelings changed, or just grown more complex?)

4. What do they do in their down time? Do they have any hobbies outside of Primal-slaying and world-saving? Are these lifelong hobbies or recent interests?

5. How do they feel now that "it's all over" (the story of Hydaelyn and Zodiark)? What do they plan to do next? Or is their story finished - and if you're retiring them, what does retirement look like for them? Do you have someone else taking the stage going forward?

6. Who was their Azem? What were they like, and were they different from your WoL? Who were their family, friends? Or, if you don't care for the Azem angle or went in your own direction for their past self, how so? How does your WoL feel about their Ancient identity?

----------------------- CHANGES

7. Have they gone through any physical changes? What scars have they collected, and how do they feel about them? Did they sprout horns or other features as a result of spells or pacts gone wrong? How did light corruption impact them? Or have they walked away miraculously unscathed? Are they more peculiar for how eerily unmarred they are?

8. What is one of their biggest regrets? Has it had an effect on how they act moving forward, for better or worse?

9. The Warrior of Light has been through quite a lot, but what is a moment, big or small, that bolstered and renewed their spirit? Was it a cup of hot cocoa or a lovingly crafted sandwich? Did someone give them a few words or a gesture at just the right time that meant the world to them? (Of course, this can be a canon event or headcanon!)

10. What does home look like for them now? Do they still return to the home where they started, and if so has it changed at all? Or have they found or forged a new home? Who do they live with, if anyone? What sort of things do they keep in their personal space?

11. Despite everything, is it still you? Has the core of who they are as a person remained true through everything, or have they been changed by what they've experienced and learned, for better or worse?

13. Is there a canon moment you've drastically (or not-so-drastically) rewritten? A character death, or something that just really did not fit your WoL's character. Or just some alterations and personal touches you've added? Has that had any long-term changes on the wider story?

----------------------- STORY

12. Which canon moments shaped your Warrior of Light and impacted them the most?

14. Do you have any headcanons for what happened post-Ultima Thule? What kind of injuries did they suffer, or did they walk it off like a boss? Did they take a lengthy vacation, did you shove a time skip in there before 6.1 hit? Or was it quickly off to the next adventure?

15. What were their thoughts and feelings on the events of Myths of the Realm? How did they regard the Twelve prior, and how did the revelations impact them? Was meeting their patron particularly special to them, or not really?

16. What were their thoughts and feelings delving into Pandaemonium? How did they feel working alongside Themis and Lahabrea, after all their history? What did they think about how things ended?

17. Taking a step away from "canon", do you have any wholly unique side quests and adventures your Warrior of Light has gotten caught up in? Did they chase down ghosts of their own past, get married, open a bakery, or fix an ancient blood curse on their family line? Have they reunited with loved ones or buried old hatchets? If there's some unique story behind your character, how does it show up and how did it play out?

----------------------- COMBAT & ABILITIES

18. How do they feel about the work they do? As the Warrior of Light they're tasked with quite a lot of violence, is it something that comes naturally to them or do they resist it? Are they merciless, do they try to spare as many lives as they can, or do they fall somewhere in between?

19. While many fights are dramatic or have high stakes, are there any especially memorable or difficult fights they encountered? Outside scripted battles, were there conflicts that you thought felt better if they were tweaked for narrative or lore-based reasons, ie their first time fighting a primal? Or perhaps a more meta "You the player had a hard time so it translated into headcanon for them".

20. Are there any unique abilities that they possess outside of what's in-game? Are they actually a dragon, or do they see visions of the future? Or, is there a special way that their Echo manifests?

21. Jobs! What job is your character and why is that the route they chose? Is your WoL a Jack-of-all-Trades, or just have one (or a few) specialties? Did they start with one job and change to another? Have you 'homebrewed' their job at all, adding any unique twists or details to it?

----------------------- RELATIONSHIPS & THE WORLD

22. What are their feelings on the Scions? Who are some of their closest allies and dearest friends? Are they more of a loner, or closer to people outside the Scions? Have they kindled any romances or partnerships?

23. How do they feel about getting pulled into politics? Are they adept at navigating political intricacies, or does it go over their head? Do they appreciate getting asked to do more than punch their enemies, or would they really rather just punch their enemies? Are there any areas they like to be particularly involved in?

24. How do they feel about Hydaelyn? What was their perception of the Mothercrystal in the beginning, and how did that change by the end, if at all?

25. Do they have any particular enemies that stand out to them? Someone who inspired a lasting grudge? Our beloved and beloathed antagonists give us plenty of reasons to despise them, but are there any that particularly rubbed your WoL the wrong way? On the other hand, are there villains they can't help but sympathize with, even if it's at odds with the narrative or their allies?

26. What are their thoughts on the Ancients, their way of life, and the world they lived in? Did they sympathize at all with the Ascians, or did learning the truth not influence them in that way?

27. How well known are they? Does everyone know their name as the Warrior of Light, or have they managed to maintain some level of anonymity? Do they prefer it that way, and do they have any struggles resulting from it? (Getting stopped on street corners VS awkwardly avoiding questions.)

----------------------- WHAT'S NEXT

28. What's something they look forward to? Exploring the stars, more of a place we've already been, or somewhere we haven't? Or do they look forward to retirement, starting a business with their craft of choice, or any other little old thing?

29. How do they feel heading into Dawntrail? Excited? Exhausted? What do they think of the promises of adventure to come, and their role to play? If you're using a new character, do you have any idea how they'll end up on this path, and where is their headspace starting out?

30. What are they going to be doing while waiting for the ship to Tural?

#xiv prompts #ff14 prompts #again i have no idea what to tag it #wolthinkthonks #lol #a variety of questions i think about + more that were (sorta) endwalker-based #no idea if anyone would be interested in this (it's soooo wordy)#but i'm curious!!!!#i wanna know!!#anyway if i don't post it it'll sit in my drafts collecting the dust of indecision for who knows how long #if there are any major errors let me know!#i ripped it apart and reconfigured it a few times x“D

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Kazuma Kiryu | An Act of Desperation

[Art on the left of banner by @fabylp]

Genre: SMUT Rating: 18+ Word count: 1.3k Character(s): Kazuma Kiryu, "You" (GN!Reader)

Note: Don't come for me yall! I'm going through something 🥺By something I mean a male masturbation bender and well... I'm very not immune to Y5 Depression!Kiryu :/ (!!IMPORTANT EXTRA NOTE UNDER CUT!!!)

Read on AO3

Desperate men make do...

I added a little extra something to add to the 'experience'. It is not mandatory to listen to it in order to enjoy the fic. It's up to your personal preference!!!!! This is your heads up to have your headphones on. Audio is a compilation of clips from a drama CD I have. I'm not a pro at sound editing by any means- and NOOO i didn't add those sound effects LMAO!

Have fun!!!

He blamed the shower for this.

The cold shower that he took the moment he returned home from his extended shift at Nagasu Taxi– the one that was meant to dispel the heat that practically had his nails digging into the steering wheel– that shower, was what led him to this.

In the past, a cold shower always did the trick but tonight, well…

Kazuma didn’t want to admit that it was his own fault for not foreseeing that stepping out of a cold shower and into a frigid room would make him even more desperate for your body heat than before. How was he supposed to predict that bundling under the covers and clinging on to his extra firm spare pillow in search of comfort would lead to… this?

After all, it wasn’t as if this was the first time he tossed and turned beneath the comforter, shifting and adjusting his spare pillow to fit various positionings, however it was the first time it’s ever felt anything like this…

The shudder when the pillow first grazed him was a surprise. He only did it again out of curiosity– an experiment of sorts. Did the pillow cause that sensation or was it a fluke brought on by the need he attempted to quell in the shower?

He fully intended to drop the pillow to the floor, stomp over to raise the temp on the space heater that was taking much too long to heat up his room and force himself to sleep this off.

He did…

Genuinely.

But, passing the pillow over his crotch a second time warranted… interesting results.

By the forth and fifth pass, he was fully erect and his ‘innocent’ experiment turned into him half heartedly rutting against it as he laid on his side, reminiscing on the days when he started his mornings by holding you in his arms just like this.

After a few minutes of this, Kazuma felt almost as if his body had been swallowed up in an inferno.

Was it due to the heater?

Embarrassment?

Or was it the same fire that began in his core and soon ravaged the entirety of his being when he was desperate for you much like he was now?

He didn’t know. He didn’t care to know, not when his mind began to flood with memories of you and all of the compromising positions he’s put you in over the years.

Fuck…

Warm precum rolled along his length and what didn’t was now being soaked up by his grey sweatpants.

Images of your perfect chest flashed behind his fluttering eyelids. Wrapping his lean arms around the pillow, pulling it even closer to his own chest, he pressed his large hands against the other side and gave it a firm squeeze. Saliva filled the corners of his mouth, slowly spilling down the side of his face the more his jaws would slack.

In his mind, he had been teasing your nipples, beckoning them to harden beneath his sweaty fingertips. His cock twitched at the thought of you gasping at his touch, your hips rolling back into him, wordlessly asking him to take you just like that– slip out of his pants and into you, lift your leg and lazily thrust into you with the bit of energy he could muster so soon after waking.

A stuttering sigh passed between his plush lips as he reached down to free his cock from his pants, then quickly the remainder of his sleep attire followed them to the floor. Quiet thoughts sought to talk some sense into him.

What the hell was he doing?

He was far too old to have an excuse to be grinding against a pillow like this.

Shouldn’t he have been ashamed of himself?

Where was his decency?

There wasn’t a force in the world strong enough to pry him off of this pillow version of you, though. At this rate, the only thing that could, would have been you appearing before him in the flesh.

The self-scolding was pointless.

Even he lacked the authority to make himself stop.

Encouraged by the unrestricted friction, his dick pressed directly into the firm pillow, he rolled over so that he could fully mount it– side up. Then, he adjusted the pillow he had originally been lying on and assigned it as your head.

Kazuma hovered over it, eyes clenched as he pictured you lying beneath him, your soft breaths mingling with his harsh ones that warmed your face. Your lips parted as you reached to graze his slick nape, pulling his face even closer to yours. Your soft breathing grew ever more erratic, matching the pace of his thrusts. You whispered for him to kiss you and without hesitation, he did…

Only, instead of your sweet lips, he gets a mouth full of thin, cheap fabric. That nor the vigorous rutting against the pillow placed strategically between his thighs would ever compare to the real you. The very idea that he was replacing the sensation of your warm hole, gliding along his shaft- gripping and tugging with a greed that perfectly matched his own, was laughable.

He was sick.

He knew it but for now, this was as good as it would get.

Kazuma’s brawny body glistened beneath the heater’s warm, amber light, every muscle fully engaged as he rocked his hips with passionate fury, showing little regard for or desire to maintain a steady rhythm.

Breathing ragged, he chased your lips– the pillow, with wonton passion, tongue lolling, lips smacking as he felt an intensity building in his core. He felt so dizzy, he nearly lost his balance but that did nothing to stop his bucking hips. He simply wrapped an arm around your head, stabilizing himself on his elbow while his sweaty free palm pressed itself against the wall.

The eggshell white wall took his palm print as evidence of this shameless display. Tomorrow, he’d see this and frantically attempt to cover it but each day from tonight forward, the wall would have memory of his act of desperation.

A pathetic sob of what was meant to be your name ripped through his throat and fell onto his ears alone.

Shit… Shit, he was so close.

Reminding himself of his neighbor, his neighbor that knew that he lived alone, Kazuma took the fabric of the pillow between his teeth in a failed attempt at muffling the moaning and groaning that he couldn’t swallow down. His hips hastened and soon, his entire body shuddered. Veins bulged out at his temples and his glutes flexed at absolute capacity as he imagined that the hot seed that shot out onto the pillow and was picked up with each thrust by his abdomen was spilling into you instead.

He wished that it was you who he’d been pounding against until there was nothing left of him to give.

Unstable breathing, clipped hah, hah, hahs drowned the soft hum of the space heater as he wrapped both arms around the pillow meant to be your head and he clung onto you and for at least five minutes, he refused to let you go.

When he finally did, he reached down to maneuver the damp, cum stained pillow between his legs. Not for a moment since coming did the grinding stop.

Even when he should have been spent and cuddling with you, his hips mindlessly continued their slow, short thrusts. It had been so long since he last found release and now that he had, he craved more.

Bringing himself to his knees, he forced the pillow over to fold onto itself and grazed the tip of his half hard cock between the slit. With his eyes sealed shut, he rolled his hips and began to picture you on your hands and knees looking back at him with heated eyes as he took you from behind.

A shallow breath escaped his parted lips, head lolling back, relishing in the throb of his cock– that rush of sensitivity…

This pillow couldn’t replace you by a long shot but tonight, he was just desperate enough that it would have to do.

#SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A FLESHLIGHT 😭😭😭😭#kazuma kiryu #kiryu kazuma #kiryu kazuma x reader #kazuma kiryu x reader #yakuza x reader #yakuza fanfic #yakuza smut #rgg x reader #rgg fanfic #rgg smut

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