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ka0ila · 3 months

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Sorry but I just can’t get dom, caring Chan x reader in a deep subspace out of my mind😭😭 I need more of that concept !! I trust you with everything lmao you’re so creative so just do whatever comes to mind:)

//baby, you’re not alone. it’s like one of my favourite scenarios everr, thankyou sm i hope this satisfies you <33 also im so sorry im really not good with soft stuff but i tried<3 i wrote it in 3rd person as it was a req, tell me if you would like me to change itᵕ̈

|All Mine

pairing- soft dom!chan x sensitive sub!reader

genre- smut [18+] mdni.

type- request

warnings- fingering (fem receiving), breeding, subspace, overstimulation

not proofreadᵕ̈

ᝰ.m.list !

It’s been a whole week, you hadn’t seen chan.

The other night he came home, you were making out, pinned against the wall, but suddenly,

he got a call.

He finished you off but you needed, literally needed his dick inside of you.

Nothing was enough, nothing. No toy, nothing could replace him. You were about to cry, but you knew it wasn’t his fault.

Now, touch deprived, youre on your bed, flustered and red, warm and needy. You were so sexually frustrated you couldn’t help but cry,

you wanted him, you wanted him around you, you wanted him to treat you good,

to make you feel good, to focus on you, and you only.

Thinking about just being safe and comfortable enough to go fully into subspace because you trust him with everything,

the way you submit your body to him blindly, the way you give everything in his hand,

enough to fully let go and let him please you however he wants, and have his way with you.

All you could thing of was being all soft and dumb around him, fuzzy and fucked out of your brains, too needy to think straight,

getting praised and pleasure, being his good girl, submitting to him completely. You toss and turn, remembering his soft dirty whispers, you blush to yourself, dumb.

“baby?” you hear the door open, you were completely out of your mind to realise he had come home, you perk up at his voice, seeing you in this condition he’s taken back.

“oh my, oh my. is my baby needy? hm? are you in your subspace babygirl?” he changed his voice the moment he realised what was happening, you were clearly in your subspace. This had happened before, multiple times infact.

You whimper in response getting in his embrace, tears fill your eyes,

“My poor baby. Did you miss me so much? hm?” he said while getting on the bed brushing your clothed clit slightly,

oh the sight of you so turned on, out of your mind, whimpering and so red, he could forget the whole damm world and stare at it the whole day.

it was as if there was nothing better to do.

You whimper, the look in your eyes, he knew he couldn’t play with you.

“c’mere baby, let me take care of my princess”

all you could think about was pleasure, you were fuzzy and dumb.

you were completely disconnected with reality.

oh that expression on your face, hot red and needy, looking at him needy, how dare you disregard it.

he unzipped his pants and shirt, placing you in his lap gently while whispering things in your ear, sending chills down your bone,

you felt so overstimulated even though nothing had happened.

“oh my pretty, pretty baby” he placed a kiss against your neck, sucking your earlobe as he rubs circles on your clit,

“so wet baby, so wet for me.” he places another kiss on your cleavage.

the wet sounds turned him on so much, you were so wet for him, only for him.

it fed his ego, his pride and strengthened the fact that you belong to him,

“need you, please” you couldn’t bare it, you would usually love it but right now, all you could think was of his dick inside of you raw.

“yeah? you need daddy’s dick in that pretty little whole of yours?” he chuckles as he places you gently on the bed, tying your hand slightly to the headboard. Making sure they weren’t too tight, he sucks on your breast, while the other hand treats your clit.

“my pretty baby, my patient baby, you deserve all the pleasure in this world” he whispered as he looked deep into your eyes, a string of saliva on his soft pink lips.

he rubs his tip slightly, you flinch,

it felt too good, you couldn’t wait any longer,

the moment he entered you he couldn’t maintain his pace, the sight of you, all submissive and brain fucked in front of him, he couldn’t control it.

you were a mess, moaning continuously, chanting his name,

“yes baby, all mine. you’re all fucking mine. my pretty baby, this is fucking mine”

one hand on the headboard the other playing with your clit, as he slams into your hole,

he places a pillow under your abdomen,

“you-.” thrust, “are-.” thrust, “all-.” thrust “mine.”

oh, you were on cloud 9.

you were practically screaming at this point, no shame, no one could stop you.

you were out of your senses to realise.

“im gonna cum, channie— please” you begged,

“don’t stop, please dont stop.”

“cum for me baby, fucking cum around my cock, cum while im fucking you, cum like the little cumslut you are.”

he didn’t stop, you were clenching around him and he only paced his speed, reaching for his high,

“cum in me, breed me, please.” you whimper, tears fall from your eyes,

“aw? does my baby want to be breeded? want to carry daddy’s babies?” he said sucking the sensitive spot on your neck,

“mhm—.” you couldn’t comprehend or speak anything,

the way he was pacing up every second, hands tied you were helpless,

“im gonna breed you baby, gonna breed my lil princess” he said as he left his release deep in you,

inspecting and making sure every drop of it was in you, nothing to be wasted.

he rubbed your head, fixing your hair placing a soft kiss on your forehead, untying your hands and caressing them slightly.

“i love you—.” you said as you were about to doze off due to exhaustion,

he smiled and said, “i love you more babygirl, sleep well i’ll clean you up” he was about to get up but you stopped him,

“stay until i fall asleep, please”

he took you in his embrace, securing you in his arms, you felt asking nothing in this world could harm you in his arms,

as long as he was next to you, you had nothing to worry about.

he kissed your nose and patted your head,

you were safe.

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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I wish I could snuggle with Bucky. I don't want to get up. 😭

I didn't want to get up today either, nonnie!

Five More Minutes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky doesn't want you to get out of bed. Truthfully, neither do you. Word Count: Over 600 Warnings: Cuddling, fluff, feels, mention of sex, mention of nightmares, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: We all deserve cuddles. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Your home was quiet as your eyelids fluttered, your mind telling you to wake up as your body protested. It was early, still dark enough that light didn’t peek in through the curtains. You couldn’t risk going back to sleep though since it wouldn’t be long until you had to get ready for the day.

Fingers moved down your arm when you tried to sit up. You managed to grab your phone in case your alarm went off, but didn’t move otherwise. The hand curled around your waist and pulled you close after a moment, your back against a warm chest. “Five more minutes,” Bucky whispered against your shoulder.

Every morning was like this. You tried to get out of bed and your boyfriend found a reason for you to stay. It felt like a dream some days waking up beside him. And once you knew what it was like to fall asleep in his arms, there was nowhere else you wanted to be.

“I have to get up soon,” you whispered after glancing at your phone, silencing your alarm. He wrapped his body tighter around yours, kissing the juncture between your neck and shoulder. And being comfortable in his embrace at the moment, you nuzzled your head against the pillow and stared at the window as it began to get lighter outside.

“Five more minutes,” he said again, his voice like gravel as he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

He had a list of excuses for keeping you beside him. Some days he wanted the extra time between your legs. Morning sex didn’t have much of an appeal to you until Bucky walked into your life. Waking up with his hair or scruff tickling your thighs as he had a taste or to him prepping you for his cock was like an erotic sunrise just for the two of you to share. He could’ve asked you to have sex every hour and you would’ve found a way to make it work.

Other days, he needed to hold you after a nightmare kept him up. Those mornings, he buried his face in your neck to inhale your scent and kept a hand on your chest to feel your heartbeat. He didn’t like to talk about the horrors he endured and he only let you see his blue eyes when he knew he wouldn’t cry. When a tear did manage to slip out, you silently kissed it away. Your lips wouldn’t heal his wounds, but they would provide love and comfort.

“It’s already been five minutes,” you pointed out.

“Because five isn’t enough,” Bucky said, turning you in his arms to face him. “It never is.”

“What if we only had five minutes left in this world? Are you telling me you’d spend it in bed?” You asked. It was too early for a deep question like that, but the words already left your mouth and he would humor you at the very least.

“If I’m beside you, yeah,” he answered easily, bringing your hand to rest against his chest. “Only place I want to be.”

You searched Bucky’s face in the dim light as your heart swelled, seeing warmth in his smile and tenderness in his eyes. You knew it was a day that Bucky wanted to keep you there for no reason at all. Your bodies close to keep each other warm, occassional kisses and smiles. Intimacy that didn’t involve sex. Just being with each other. Those moments meant everything to you.

And you could wait a bit longer to start your day.

“Okay, Bucky,” you whispered as your lips found his. “Five more minutes.”

How do we manifest this? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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bakubunny · 3 months

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so im not a brat at all, who in bnha do u think would love the good girls, the eager to please girls, best ? (:<

finally a question i can answer. 😭 i’m not a brat either. i hate punishment and the thought of doing smth just to get under someone’s skin makes me itch. that being said, my faves are my faves for a reason. 😉 i headcanon a lot of them into this category.

and i personally believe that most people - until they’re with a brat - don’t know how demanding that type of dynamic can be. there’s nothing wrong with it, but i would say that true “brat tamers” (i don’t like that term but whatever) are pretty rare because you have to be okay with the constant pushback from your sub. and most doms get drained by that rather than energized from it.

but i digress, here we gooooo 🥳

togata. listen. i said this before i started really writing ddlg/age play content for bnha: if we’re strictly looking at character traits readily exhibited in canon, togata is the first and really only character i could easily see as a true daddy dom of a little sub, the whole bit. he loves a person that’s eager to please, and his dominance style is heavily based on praise, gentle guidance, and seeing his sub flourish. togata does not get enough love, but i also say that knowing i may not write him very often bc i love my grumpy grump soft boys (see below).

aizawa. he’s got big daddy dom energy, but he doesn’t have the mental or emotional energy for constant give and take of bratting. just looking at young aizawa can tell you a lot about him: he’s much more sensitive than he lets on to the outside world, and he’s incredibly caring. he can put you in your place if necessary, but by far, he prefers obedient, pliant, good, etc. it makes him all soft and warm inside to see you smile and flourish under his care ion make the rules.

bakugo. you’d think he has the energy to be a brat tamer (that’s actually izu) because he can put you in your place so easily, but i think the moment someone who truly loves obedience and being good captures his heart, he’s such a softie. 😭 he loves it. it makes his heart race to have his little sweetie so eager to please.

todoroki. he’s not a brat tamer. at all. in fact i think punishment in general but esp anything that doesn’t involve pleasure is a hard limit for him.

yamada. soft dom/switch vibes for dayyysss. he loves good girls but doesn’t mind playful bratting.

kaminari. he’s kind of bratty as a sub, but as a switch/soft dom, but he doesn’t like coming down with a strong arm. he doesn’t mind a little give and take, finds it fun actually, but he thinks obedience is just adorable and he loves it.

toshinori. he’s so soft ok 😭 maybe in his younger days, he would have liked the push and pull, but he loves sweetheart who love to please. and after the life he’s had, he deserves a damn break.

tokoyami. sure he’s high protocol for the most part (imo), but he’s big on the appearance of innocence and has a corruption kink. obedient, pliant sweethearts make him crazy.

kirishima and iida could go either way i feel, but they love giving praise, and good girls are great for that.

midoriya has definite brat tamer energy, but he’s like kiri. he loves giving praise, guiding, obedience, softness, etc. don’t think he’d mind a good girl. i think he’d enjoy it quite a bit, but that playfulness and willingness to punish for your benefit should not go to waste. 🫣

chisaki. (i don’t like him but listen.) mostly because disobedient pets irritate the hell out of him. he doesn’t have the patience or playfulness needed for a brat, frankly. but obedient pets put a twinkle in his eye.

mashirao gives kind, soft dom vibes and i will take no further questions at this time. 🫣 he loves a good girl.

amajiki also gives soft dom vibes like ojiro. he can be a hard ass every once in a while, but he likes obedience.

@dcsiremc @neon-gothicc @heartofjasmina @sunflower-emoji thought you’d like this

#this was not a request i just have a lot of thoughts on it clearly lmao #asks #bakubunny #bnha #bnha smut #mha #mha smut #x reader #f!reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #aged up characters #boku no hero

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xxsycamore · 9 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 xx

↬ 🖤 It seems like Gilbert is set on making all your naughty dreams come true today...

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Morning Sex; Birthday Sex; Marking; Biting; Toothmarks; Blowjobs; Facefucking; Come Swallowing; Dirty Talk; Reader is obssesed with Gilbert; Dom/sub undertones; Reader is Gilbert's fucktoy; Gilbert is nice and loving in his own way though; Aftercare; Post-sex Cuddles; Sleepy Cuddles • wordcount: 1,115 • masterlist

a/n: IT'S @scummy-writes'S BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCUM!!! I WANTED TO HOLD OFF MY GREETINGS UNTIL I'M READY WITH THIS. I was worried the idea in my head was not good enough but then you had a fun little cumversation in your blog. You had no idea about what it might bring forth... Poor Scum... OKAY, I WANTED TO SAY: Have a great birthday Scum, you deserve the world, I can offer some words from my heart but please know they're nowhere near enough to express my love and admiration. You're one of the greatest people I know and I'm glad to have felt your friendly love, your warmth, your care. Just as I'm glad to have witnessed so many of your lovely works, of the hilarious posts you make, yes even the cursed ones, all things that make you what you are - thank you for sharing them with us, you're truly a sun that shines around here, and I don't want to wear sunscreen JHKHKJHKJ I really want to give you the biggest hug ever and hope you can feel another percent or two of all the love I hold for you 😭😭😭😭 You're seriously a cool person and I'm glad to know you, ILY SCUM!!!!!!!

"Liebchen… Good morning."

A smile so dazzling that it rivals the midday sun high in the sky outside the tall windows… being greeted by Gilbert like this is always the beginning of a good morning, indeed. You nuzzle your face further into the silky black bedsheets and muffle a matching greeting in return. He gawks at your cuteness and stokes the curve of your shoulder, an innocent act, wasn’t it for the red toothmark making itself known just underneath his delicate touch. He's caressing you there in order to make you remember.

The blush spreading across your face is hopefully hidden somewhere in the same bedsheets you grasped for your life last night as you received this mark that is loaded with his love. And the other one. And the other. Little by little the memory ignites small sparks all over your body in the places he bit you and you start to feel them as if they're freshly printed onto your skin. It's so good to feel loved all over.

It doesn't have to be the eve of your birthday to receive this sort of treatment, but Gilbert still gave you a lot to remember from last night. A greedy thing that you are, you feel your body still wanting more; you want him to spoil you more and more until you have an excuse for not being able to leave bed the whole day and then just resort to cuddling instead. How perfect is that?

"Little rabbit…suck me off?"

A sharp intake of breath through your kiss-abused lips,…

How dares he? Wanting to be pleased first thing in the morning, on your birthday nonetheless? Making you take his cock deep into your throat as he basks in morning glory…

Oh, he knows you so well.

"Mmmffhh…"

Enjoying the way his cock fits almost perfectly in your mouth, you suck down on it and wonder whether you should let the post-waking-up laziness take the reigns and make a warm cocksleeve out of your mouth, or if you should challenge yourself in making him burst a quick, fat load down your throat that his morning wood has been preparing all for you. Gilbert often says how entertaining all things unexpected are. You can only help to match his idea of entertainment, even when it comes to this.

Oh but he also loves the slight vibration of pure surprise that your tightening throat produces when he's the one taking you by surprise. Thrusting his hips into your face does exactly that, as adrenaline mixes with arousal in your veins, making you try your best not to choke as you blissfully accept his facefucking.

The moans leaving his lips are sending shivers down your spine and then right between your legs, and your fingernails bite into Gilbert's hips for support. You wish you could leave your body and look at him from all angles; to get off to the dirty sight of him propping his weight on one arm as he lays almost fully ontop of you, your own legs dangling off the end of the bed because of where you descended to accommodate him. It's unfair that putting a hand between your thighs will be too much of a distraction, but nothing should mar your title of being his personal perfect little hole.

"Ngh… you'll make me want to shoot my load right down that warm, tight throat of yours, aha~"

Excitement paints your vision pink as you wish you could give a more prominent sign of your enthusiasm other than the way your nails scrape down his hips. The poor little rabbit's tiny claws are nothing in comparison to the big bad tiger's sharp fangs; you do nothing to mark his skin. But it's alright, even if he is to laugh at you.

His angelic voice brings forth chuckles that you're used to hearing, but so does it bring a telltale sigh of being on the edge. The girthy length in your mouth throbs deliciously and you feel yourself droll more in preparation for what is to come. In just another second, Gilbert will force his cum down your throat, and you're doing to drink every last drop of it - you'll have nowhere to go but to savor his taste. The familiar, slightly unfavorable taste of his cum that his infamous diet determines, you've grown accustomed to it like every other part of your beloved Gilbert.

"Take it all now, be a darling…"

The strain in his voice is sending your eyelids shut before you can even think of bracing yourself; relaxing your throat more and awaiting the second he paints the back of it white, you chase after that promised culmination in all its familiarity.

The realization comes a little late when he's already pulling out his cock from your mouth, drooling with saliva and cum, and your tongue swirls in the taste of him. He tastes…

"So delicious…"

Why yes, Gilbert loves your surprised face the best. Maybe a bit more than your blissfully fucked-out face that he claims to see little hearts floating all around, sometimes. You have to ask him about that; you have a great need to know which face of yours he adores the most, even if you're afraid of facing the same question in reverse when he throws the ball back at you.

"You love the taste of me? That's a nice thing to hear. I'll keep that in mind."

"Gilbert, you…"

No, you're sure. He must've changed something in his diet, you're sensitive to changes about him, of course you'd notice. He gives you a knowing face; a smirking one, he loves the fact that you've acknowledged it, you can almost hear his favorite praise of how smart you are. It's such a small thing but you feel like he's spoiling you with this, too; starting with the birthday delicacies from the moment you've opened your eyes.

Snuggling your way up into his embrace again, you let the world slow down again as he holds you in his arms, enjoying the feeling of him putting the fingers of one of your hands between his fingers and not even biting, like a cat that simply plays around… It's heartbreaking when you feel him pull away and rise to a sitting position, and you whiningly hold onto his shirt's sleeve as if that would do something. He can't just satisfy your dirty fantasies, cuddle you a little and then go about his day…! Even if it would be filled with little celebrations you can only wonder about.

"Would you like to hold it while I use the bathroom?"

Oh.

This day is just getting better and better.

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slasherwife · 1 year

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Don't get me wrong, I like seeing asks with short s/o 'cause it's freaking adorable, but I would like to see one with s/o who is super tall? With Slashers? Like imagine someone like Michael NOT looking down at someone lol

Slashers with a tall!s/o

YASS the tables have TURNED

Desc: How is life with your slasher boo when you are taller than them?

Warnings: NONEEE

Note: I used “moddy” as a gender neutral term between mommy and daddy lmao don’t laugh at me for my word creativity 😭

‘Nother note: I LOVE HOW THESE PEOPLE BRUTALLY MURDER PEOPLE AND WERE JUST LIKE “the world does not deserve this person they are just so pure🥹😍”

ANOTHER note: HI GUYSSSS OMG IVE MISSED YALL SO MUCH idk why I had a random urge to finish this I usually never post anymore 😭

thomas hewitt

honestly with tom-tom u continue to make his heart race and his soul turn to flowers and sunbeams 🥹

when you walk into the room, with that ethereal smile on your face and stand next to him, he looks up at you like an astronomer would look up at the moon💓your presence is just so beautiful and powerful to him.

he doesn’t see you differently to if you were shorter. let’s get that clear.

you are still his significant other, you’re his one. he would rather rip his own heart out than allow anyone to shame you, or to disrespect, Gd forbid harm you.

gosh i can just imagine y/n and tommy cuddling up and y/n being the big spoon because tom-tom loves listening to your heartbeat and he loves kissing your hands and your collar bones and AHH— 💗💗

jason vorhees

bruh you’ve managed to give big boi jason whiplash. he is at first intimidated until he saw your face and it made his undead heart go “💓✨🥹”

you make him run away? this very attractive and cute flower person is scaring me, i mean look at them! they’re so pretty!😭 you manage to lure him out with some bread. jason loves bread.

he loves being hugged by you. while he is canonically very afraid to touch you because of his strength, nothing feels better, or more blissful, than to be wrapped in your loving energy and warmth💗

honestly it’s no different to him you being tall than to you being short 🙂 his priorities are all the same— protecc cute human, love cute human, and unalive anyone who makes cute human sad🤍

michael myers

ur taller!…. how fuckin dare you—!😠

michael is offended by ur existence. my man is 6’7. how you managed to reach beyond his height capacity is beyond him.

He has a tough time intimidating his s/o when he has to LOOK UP AT THEM.

This slasher is petty and will plop you down at the bottom of the stairs while he stands on a higher step to look down on you

And he does this for shits and giggles 🥲💕 And when big angy man needs to show WHOS BOSS >:(

He is an angy man. But he loves being the little spoon 🥹 hugging you is like being wrapped in a warm blanket of safeness and he LOVES ITT

You’ll never know this though since he is literally the most stoic man to ever exist. He is a wall of zero emotion.

bo sinclair

Literally holds this against you

This literally angers him

He can’t talk cuz he’s probably like 5’8 (we love short kings) but is still just absolutely appalled that you are taller than him.

Will be the little spoon. We see him being so macho in the movie— is he projecting? Yes. He loves being cuddled into a burrito blanket by you.💝😭

Idek why but this brings out his submissive side like helllll he’s like “moddy give me cuddle please” 🥹💗

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO THINK ABOUT but like as every human being sometimes he can’t reach something, and you’ll be walking by like “oh do u need help with that?🙂”

Like super non confrontational, and then he’s like “🗣️WELL SINCE YOURE LIKE A GIRAFFE THEN FINE” you could literally be one inch taller than him and he’d call you something like beanstalk and then you’re there like ;-;

vincent sinclair

THIS👏MAN👏DOES👏NOT👏CARE👏

BABES

Everything about you is worshipful. You are art spat out from the heavens sculpted by aphrodite and the angels, like your height is just more evidence of your beauty 🥹💕💕

He will always look up into your eyes in pure amazement and love no matter how far up he looks😇💕

THE WORLD DOES NOT DESERVE THIS MANNN UGHH

He wants you to carry him. Again, you could be just one inch taller than him and he’d be BEAMING as you carry him bridal style like you’ve filled his Disney princess dreams LMFAO 💗💗

Makes so many freaking sculptures of you. One life sized one to keep him company while you’re away🫶

HE LOVES YOUUUU

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yandere-himiko-toga · 8 months

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Hii! Could I please req an Ike Eveland and Luca Kaneshiro x femme reader fic? 😭😭 probably something like angst,hurt/comfort. Sorry, if you're uncomfortable with those,you can write anything else you'd like as well

Yeah of course~! I apologize for not seeing your request sooner! I've been a little busy but of course I can do that! I'll post it here and on my alt account @spirit-girl-nijisanji ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

I'm sorry, I've been distant...

Don't ever talk about her like that!

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

➼ Pairing - Ike Eveland & Luca Kaneshiro x Fem!Reader (seperately)

➼ Content - Angst/hurt to comfort, mentions of insecurities, established relationships, Ike being a soft boy and Luca being well... Luca <3

➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summery; Overworking and snapping on you causes some issues... ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

Ike Eveland

➼ You are one of the only solo vtubers within Nijisanji EN. You debuted as Kitsune vtuber brought from another world to watch over young children and grant luck to those who deserve it. You had been a big hit within Niji, the other talents and you got along very well and you ended up bonding deeply with a certain novelist.

The collabs you did with Ike were always full of fun and laughter, it wasn't long before the shipping began within the quilldren and your fd/n (fandom name). You and Ike always just claimed to be friends but behind the scenes, there was something much more going on. You and Ike had began dating after two months of you being Nijisanji.

Everything was going amazing in your eyes, you trusted Ike with your life and he trusted you with his. There was no trust issues and he had been helping you through so many struggles. You had always been insecure about yourself but he made you feel beautiful and loved.

You and Ike had been dating a year when you moved to live with him permanently and you loved it. A very fond memory of yours was how your friends found out about you and Ike; he had been in a discord call with the rest of Luxiem, you two hadn't told anything about your relationship yet. Not realizing he was unmuted in the call, you had come into his room to bring him a plate of caviar toast.

" Babe, here's your snack! I figured you would be hungry. " you beamed walking over to his desk and setting down the plate before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The moment the word Babe left your lips, Ike froze. Realizing he hadn't been muted and the chatter from his genmates had completely stopped.

" IS THAT Y/N?! " the voice of the bri'ish detective rang out in your ears and you two froze seeing Ike hadn't muted himself and you just outted your relationship to his friends.

You and Ike planned to tell them, just not yet but it was a little too late..

" Hah.. Hi guys. " you spoke sheepishly. Multiple voices erupting into questions about when you got together, why didn't you tell them sooner.

After that day, the rest of Niji EN knew about your relationship and it was also revealed to the fans too, by you and Ike of course, which was met by a lot of positivity which warmed your heart.

But.. as of late, Ike seemed to always be shut in his streaming room. You hardly saw him anymore and he hardly ever slept in your shared bedroom. You had started to get concerned about him but anytime you tried to talk to him, he would wave you off and say that was busy and didn't need the distraction.

The confrontation that led to the current situation was when you had finally had enough of him avoiding you and being locked in his office all day, was the day he snapped at you;

You opened his door to see him hunched over his desk working on collab and stream ideas as well as a new novel, the dark circles under his eyes evident. You were worried sick so you walked over and you spun his chair around to face you, only to be met by Ike's irritated green eyes,

" Y/N I told you that I was busy and not to come into my office didn't I? " he said in a tired but frustrated tone

" I know but Ike you've been locked in this office for days, I hardly see you anymore. It wouldn't kill you take a break. " You retorted, worry etched on your face

Ike let out an irritated sigh, he looked up at you and brushed your hands off his chair turning back to his desk to continue his work,

" Y/N I am busy please leave my room. "

You glared at him and grabbed the back of Ike's chair and started dragging it to his door before he shot up out of his chair and grabbed onto your wrist, his green eyes now glaring down at you angrily before yelling,

" Y/N I SAID I'M BUSY! " he snapped gripping your wrist

" I CAME IN BECAUSE I'M WORRIED IKE! " You snapped back

" NO! YOUR GETTING IN MY WAY! " He snapped, not registering that what came out of his mouth

Your eyes went wide, feeling your eyes watering, the tone of his voice caused you to flinch before you ripped your wrist out of Ike's grip and you rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind you, leaving Ike standing in his room. You sprinted into the shared bedroom you shared with Ike, slamming the door and locking the door before your back hit the door and you slid down to the floor and curdled up, hugging your knees and burying your face in your knees. The tears that had come up in your eyes now began to slip down your cheeks.

Those intrusive thoughts started to creep up, 'is he getting tired of me?', 'Am I really getting in his way?', 'Why is he still with me?', 'I'm not worth his time..' you sat in the dark in the dark room trying to calm down. But now you felt you weren't good enough for to be with Ike. Maybe you were really getting in the way.

You spent 2 weeks after he finally finished with his work ignoring him. He noticed immediately. He tried to talk to you and apologize for his actions.

" Älskling.. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said.. Please talk to me. " Ike followed you around the house trying to get you to talk to him. But you ignored him.

He figured it was time to give you space so he did. He constantly noticed your spiral. All the confidence you once had, was gone. He knew it was his fault for saying what he said. But it all came to a boil when he found you sitting on the kitchen floor at 1 am in tears,

" Y/N?! Are you okay? " he asked, concern lacing his voice as he dropped down to your side and pulling you into a tight hug.

" Why are you even with me.. I know I'm always in your way! " you said starting to fight against his hug however he refused to let go, he hugged you tight. Keeping you tight in his arms. Now whispering to you, telling you that he loved you and he never meant anything he said.

You cried into his shoulder as you listened to him tell you over and over again that he loved you and he thought you were perfect to him. ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

Luca Kaneshiro

➼ You were a new nijisanji liver that came into nijisanji with a new wave, xsoleil along with Doppio Dropsythe, Hex Haywire, Ver Vermillion, Kotoka Torahime and Meloco Kyoran. The first person you had met when you joined Nijisanji was the one and only Luca Kaneshiro.

When you finally started doing livestreams regularly, most of your collabs ended up being with the mob boss. You adored his Lucubs and you knew he adored your fans. Your livestream collabs with Luca were always filled with chaos and laughter along with Lucubs and your fans saying they wish you and Luca would just get together already. You and Luca playfully flirted back and fourth all the time, well you flirted with Luca and he wouldn't pick up on it.

It was the one year anniversary from your debut and you were doing a collab playing Valorant, Xsoleil VS Luxiem. The teams had switched up after the first 4 rounds, now you, Luca, Doppio, Shu and Hex were on a team against, Vox, Ike, Mysta, Kotoka, Meloco and Ver. The round started and it was all going smoothly until you made a flirty remark towards Luca and it completely went over his head. After being taken down by Ver, you turned to read some of the superchats that came in, thanking them one by one before one completely stopping, silently reading one and you felt your heart completely shatter;

Superchat; Luca'sCape221: Seriously stop making advances towards him. He doesn't like you! Like damn. Why haven't you graduated yet, why are you still here?

You were silent for a good few minutes before the voice of Doppio snapped you out of your trance,

" Hey, VT/N (Vtuber name), You okay? " He asked making you jump before speaking,

" What? Oh um yeah I'm fine Dopi! " you replied quickly, " I have to take a quick bathroom break! " you quickly added before muting and running off to the bathroom.

~ NO ONE'S POV ~

Doppio thought it was odd that you just ran off, so when both he and Luca were killed, he started talking to Luca,

" Hey Luca, do you mind checking on VT/N's stream, she went silent while reading superchats. I think something happened. " he told the blond haired mafia boss who took action almost immediately. Turning on your stream and reading through before finding the superchats that followed with many nasty comments.

Seeing the nasty remarks from multiple people about you made his blood boil. He had only recently found out about your actual feelings and he felt the same he just didn't know how to tell you. When the match was over, he asked everyone to wait for a moment until you got back so he could say something.

~ Your POV ~

You spent a good long time in the bathroom in tears, the words from the superchat bouncing around in your mind. You tried to compose yourself so you could rejoin the collab, before you pulled up your stream and looked at the chat, seeing the flood of nasty remarks coming in, you broke down again.

After a moment, you decided to return to stream. Putting your headphones on and unmuting yourself as you spoke saying you were ready for the next game, internally groaning hearing the shaking in your voice when you spoke. Before anyone could say anything else Luca spoke up,

" Actually I wanna say something before we continue, it's important. " he spoke and everyone went silent so Luca could speak.

" Okay so, while VT/N was gone on her bathroom break, I looked at her chat. I wanna say that I am absolutely disgusted by how many nasty comments there were about her. For your information, I do happen to like her so let's shut that down right now. " He spoke in a very stern tone,

The group went completely silent, you didn't even notice that tears started to fall once again listening to Luca rant and scold those who left nasty comments in your chat.

" I do not want to see any other nasty comments like that in her chat again and I will be checking. If I see so much as one, you'll be banned by ME personally. " the normally bubbly blond said, remembering you had made him a mod in your chat. The comments filled with comforting words from both your own fanbase and Lucubs. You sniffled, catching the attention of your teammate, Shu.

" Hey, don't cry VT/N.. We got your back. " He told you in a soothing voice followed by the comforting words from your other friends and genmates. Through the chaos, you heard your phone beep, looking down, you looked at the notification and saw Luca's name;

Discord chat: Lucar Kaneshiroe: Hey, I meant what I said. I do really like you. VT/N: I... really..? Lucar Kaneshiroe: Yeah! Hey, I'm gonna have you fly up to see me so we can go on a proper date! :3

You felt your cheeks heat up while reading the messages,

Discord chat: VT/N: Y...you really don't have to do that Luca, I could pay my own way to see you! Lucar Kaneshiroe: Nope! I'm gonna pay for you to come and spend a couple weeks! " VT/N: There's no talking you out of this is there? Lucar Kaneshiroe: Nope! VT/N: Well okay but um.. we're not done with the collab Luca Lucar Kaneshiroe: ... SHIT!

You turned back to the collab, both you and Luca apologized for going silent and the collab continued, every time you noticed a nasty comment come up, it disappeared just as fast as it popped up. And each time a chat from a certain someone popped up;

Luca Kaneshiro [NIJISANJI EN]: Not today satan! VT/N IS POG! Don't tall about her like that!

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I hope you like it~! I dunno if it's as good as it could be but I did my best~!

#nijisanji en #niji en #luxiem #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #nijisanji en x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader

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writefightandflightclub · 2 years

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I know you’re working hard on lots of things rn, but if you have the time for a few words about Duke Leto giving reader a hug (like your Nathan Bateman fic) I’d be so appreciative. I’m really touch-starved. It sounds so pathetic 😭 but you’re my fave author. And I totally understand if you don’t have time for it. Much love to you Luna ❤️

The sun on your skin (Duke Leto Atreides x GN!reader)

Summary: touch-starved reader. A little angst. Comfort, fluff, happy ending.

Author’s note: thank you for this request, Anon! I don’t often get Leto requests but he’s SO much fun to write and I really enjoyed this one! This is quite different to the Nathan one, but I hope you still like it all the same (no worries if you don’t - wrote it super fast so sorry if it’s clunky in parts!). Please enjoy this big cuddle from our fave Dukey boy and his nice strong arms, okay? You deserve it! Also, I’m sending you a Luna hug too (if you want it, but feel free to bin that one if you don’t 🤣!) 🧡☺️ ILY byeeeee

Warnings: touch-starved reader; few brief mentions of grief (Lady Jessica passed away some years ago in this one). Cuddles! Written very quickly, poorly proofed.

Rating: nothing explicit but blog is 18+ minors DNI.

GIF: @salome-c 🧡

You skin sings for touch.

But touch does not heed your song.

It has been too long.

Since arriving on Arrakis, there has been a drought of it. Sensations have grown ever more sparse and flattened without your favoured Caladan rains and grasses to kiss your bare skin - let alone a human touch. Everything here is sand and grit and stone and metal, and at times even the people around you are indistinguishable from machinery. Not only because their bodies are boxed in by stillsuits, but also because their own demeanours are often every bit as closed off and restrained as their confining apparatus.

Everything is so entirely muted - so much so that at times you wonder if you fingers have simply fallen numb.

And still, your skin sings its song.

Sings for contact.

It is a long time since rains and grasses have kissed your skin, but it is longer still since you were touched by another. Touched with desire. With affection. With care. With reverence. Since you touched; felt; traced contours. Since you languished under the gentle pad of fingertips or warm press or claw of a hand sinking into your flesh.

It is not lust, per se, which moves you to crave such intimacy. It is not a hunger, necessarily, that opens in the pit of you. Indeed, it is not a ravenous or barrelling want. On the contrary; it is a thirst, you think. A thirst so pronounced that you need touch to be poured into you before you can even think. You could not possibly devour or pounce - would not be capable of sinking your teeth. Not when your need is even more basic still. Not when you feel so entirely empty in the absence of being quenched.

A thirst. A need so intense it hollows you.

How apt, you think, for one dwelling in this desiccated, water-forsaken, desert world.

And still, your skin sings for it. Sings like the sun - from its molten rise to slinking dusk.

As an emissary of House Atreides, your days are entirely absent of this contact. Everyone around you is stiff, courteous, and stand off-ish. Eminently cautious and on-guard. Either indifferent to you, intimidated by you, or a threat. Sometimes all of these at once.

On diplomatic missions there may be handshakes - or other such customs - but they take place through leather gloves so thick you can barely even feel the warmth of your counterpart’s palm. And yet, you have come to crave even this. This morsel.

It is so long since you felt something soft and warm, in fact, that you have taken to standing out in the sun for stints without your stillsuit, your flesh bare to the morning so that you can feel the liquid ripple of sun sluicing over your skin - as though the light itself has fingers.

Sometimes, you close your eyes and imagine that the rising sun cupping your cheek is him. Duke Leto. His warm, broad hand that you long to touch; skin-to-skin.

Sometimes, you imagine that the sun alone could sate you; but, of course… inevitably, it only makes your thirst all the more pronounced.

Isn’t that sad - in the truest sense- you think? How desperate you are to feel something? How lonely? How touch-starved?

It is this deficit which -mortifyingly- leads you to audibly whimper in the midst of a Council meeting.

As usual, Duke Leto is sat at the head of the table, and you are at his right hand. He sits, looking hard as stone. As official as a statue - erected to signal rule and conquest. The angles of his face as severe as the plane of a mason’s tools.

You have heard tell of the man’s coffee hearth warmth. That which could -no doubt- sway a warm body or a nation to kneel before him. Have even witnessed said warmth, from a distance; but you have never been close enough to feel the blaze of it yourself. Have never felt his eyes trace over you with any hint of sun in them. To you, he may as well be made of sand and grit and stone and metal too.

If he ever deigned to touch you, you wonder if he would be as cool as marble; and yet, at the same time, you ache knowing that he never shall touch you. Not with anything extending beyond formality or ceremony, in any case.

Perhaps this assumption is why it takes you by surprise when you do finally feel him; corporeal and warm and fleshy against your own skin. Warm as the Arrakis sun, but as quenching as the rains of Caladan. As electric as one of your blessed homeland’s storms, his touch buzzing like static against your skin.

He hadn’t meant to touch you, of course. He only ever meant the opposite. To refrain from it. To remain proper. Distant. Just like everyone else in this house of power.

However, on this occasion, you managed to get close. Council had been convened, and you were tasked with debriefing the Duke - and his generals and his diplomats and Mentats - on your latest diplomatic mission. You were relaying what you had learned about the customs of a clan dwelling deep in the interior of this land, using the prop of a ceremonial dagger to illustrate key aspects of their culture, values, language, and ceremonies.

Your gloves were slipped off to touch this antiquity -a thing so precious deserving to be held, you think- exhibiting the generously gifted token of this fledging allyship. You needed your hands bare to appreciate the weight and texture, craftsmanship and intricacy of it, your fingers riding over the swirls of the engraved hilt as tenderly as though it could love you back.

You had turned, to pass the dagger to your Duke for his closer inspection. Leto has always taken a keen interest in your briefings, ever since touching down on the shifting sands of this planet. In fact, he has often requested your private counsel in the days which follow - a fact which you take immense personal pride in. And so, delighted by the Duke’s interest on this occasion too, it was too late before you realised that he had followed your lead, his black gloves slipped off and discarded onto the slab of a table.

When his warm fingers brushed yours, you were not ready for it.

Yet it has happened, and now here you are.

Does that explain the sound which falls from your lips, then? A shocked and strangled thing, dripping with some starkly felt relief at knowing you can still feel after all.

You whip your hand away, clutching it sudden and tight to your chest as though the man has branded you, and Leto’s stony, carved brow draws down as he seeks to decipher your ailment. Has the blade nicked your skin, perhaps, in transit between your palm and his?

Indeed, for a moment, you wonder if it has. If the hot bloom across your skin is pain, skin singing and tingling. You even look down, expecting to see a flare of red seeping like embers in a stoked hearth through your palm.

But instead, you look down and there is nothing.

Nothing but the craving for more.

You are the only flare. Alight and seeking his attentions.

“Are you quite well?” Leto asks with poise after a moment of glaring silence, where you feel as though your strangled noise must without doubt be echoing in his mind - if not within the grand room in which you sit.

You attempt to ignore any murmuring or stares from within the party at large, lest you might feel your cheeks heat only further.

“Yes, my Duke,” you manage to wring out and he nods -good- his brow still burdened by that perpetual weight, but his hands now occupied with weighing the dagger in his palm. Tracing the thick pad of his finger along the engravings you touched mere moments ago.

You feel shame that the action of it sends a warm snake slipping down your spine, as though him touching something of yours could be akin to him touching you. Tracing all of your curves and contours and lines. Reading you. Treasuring you. A proxy for holding you close.

However, when Leto nods once more, signalling he has completed his study of the object, he replaces the dagger into its gilded housing and sets it down onto the cool slab of table. He slides it towards you; rather than daring to risk touching you again, you interpret.

Stars.

Do you repulse him so?

Somehow, and with great effort, you push that painful thought down - as ever - and you regain your flow. You do what you do best, engaging in exchanges with Leto’s best strategists and advisors, who are keen to find ways to exploit the burgeoning relationship you established during your weeks away. You serve Leto well and loyally, always seeking to strengthen the position of the House of Atreides. However, you are not afraid to check greed nor barbarousness in his Council chamber. The clan shoved you kindness after all, and you have honour. You learned that from the best.

Perhaps that is why you catch Leto’s eyes focussed pridefully on you as Council is concluded, the members gradually filtering out of the grand, lofty room. Or, perhaps you simply imagined it, as when you turn to him he immediately becomes stone, as though you have some power in your stare to petrify him.

You regard him as he rises to standing, thanking and dismissing his subjects. His arms are folded formally behind his back, and his chest puffed out - hard enough that his seams creak and strain against his muscles and the slight swell of his stomach.

“Stay behind,” he says coolly, his eyes fixed on the door.

You feel the bite of nerves in your stomach like a worm turning through the sands, but you answer Leto obediently. “Yes, my Duke.”

Leto nods subtly to his guards at the door, their attention attuned to him so closely - as everyone’s is - that he barely need move his head for them to intuit his wants. And, with that, the doors are being swung closed, and you are swallowed by the mouth of the long, worm stomach of a room.

Without the others to fill it it feels cavernous, and so you are grateful when Leto crosses to the cosier alcove, lined with carpets and arm chairs and a small coffee table.

“Sit,” he invites, and you oblige him, taking the least grand of the winged chairs so that, naturally, your highness may repose in greatest comfort. “Your delegation all performed their roles well on this occasion?”

“Yes. It was a successful mission. The juniors did well, your highness.”

He nods. “It seemed you were gone longer than usual.” His oaky voice takes on a wistful quality.

“Just three weeks, my Lord.” A short trip, all things considered.

He hums, and he finally takes his seat.

“If I may, my Lord. What is it you wish to discuss?” You study the niggle in his brow, thick parallel lines like the trunks of sturdy Caladan trees.

He reclines more deeply into his seat, folding his hands in his lap, and looking slightly down his nose at you. It is habit, more than it is superiority, you think. The Atreides line have proud chins and noses - a beauty hard to match. “Tell me,” Leto asks plainly, the timbre of his voice deepening. “Does my touch make you uncomfortable?”

His question makes you uncomfortable, but you seek to obscure that fact. You cannot help the swallow which trails down your throat, however - a dead giveaway.

Leto surveys you steadily, his lips parting so that he can swipe his tongue along the length of his lower lip.

You have only a moment before you must answer, and you know that you must. Leto is a Duke and expects it. It is no secret that any question he poses should be met in only one of two ways. By a lie or a truth, and never by silence. Well… To lie would be dangerous, and…to tell the truth? How could you possibly?

“I entreat you so that I may remedy it,” Leto offers generously, as you stumble over your words. “I only ever wish for you to be comfortable with me. So, if it troubles you, I can endeavour to take more care in future.”

“Thank you,” you state, sitting tense on the edge of your seat whilst the man before you appears entirely at ease - perhaps aside from the gentle rocking of his boot against the floor, the leather creaking with the motion. “That is certainly a kindness.”

You risk a glance up at him from beneath your lashes, awaiting his nod of finality, signalling this is settled; but, it does not come. Instead, he tilts his head, deepening his study of you. Perhaps sensing there are yet words which remain unspoken.

“Speak plainly,” Leto encourages softly, and you recognise that it is an order as much as it is a plea. “I want to understand.” Damn him and his scholarly intentions.

You tug in a deep breath, heart hammering as you face the choice before you. You can either lose face, or lose his trust; and you know which you would rather.

“My Duke…”

“Call me Leto,” he entreats you, though you’re not sure that you can. Instead then, you fix your gaze firmly on his boot.

“It is quite the opposite, in fact.” He leans forward in his chair and you watch his boot crease - before your view of it becomes obscured by his broad, veiny hands, his forearms atop his sturdy thighs and his fingers laced together in the space between. With this new proximity, and with the sight of his bare, ungloved skin, your voice comes out mere breath - enough to propel a sail ship across your home seas, perhaps. “I will admit... I -I have not been touched in so long that I…” You stop yourself, with effort attempting to quell your confession. Sewing your lips in a thin line. Alas, you are so thirsty that you feel like a parched wanderer - one unable to hold back their pleas for water when given that blessed hope for relief. To speak it feels imperative. As urgent as a matter of survival. Still, you are a diplomat. You know well when to hold your tongue, and when to give. You backpedal, just a little. Not a lie, but not the whole truth either. You simply opt to omit the specificity of whose touch your crave most. “Your touch happened upon a… craving.” You shake your head bashfully. “Forgive me, Leto.” The faintest of smiles is chiselled from his resolve you think, when you call him by his name. “Evidently I am undone with loneliness. It will not interfere with my duties again.”

Leto tilts his head again, shuffling forward to the edge of his chair, his knees almost bumping yours, and his hands almost close enough that you could reach out to him.

You see sympathy in his eyes, you think. “There are… plenty of warm bodies on base.”

His meaning is implied, but the mere thought causes a crease to notch in your brow. “No,” you say more abruptly than you intended, adamantly shaking your head.

“No?” Leto asks, his deep voice thrumming with a faint ring of amusement. “You want of none of them?”

You shake your head, a self-conscious smile tipping your mouth as Leto regards you levelly.

“Me neither,” your Duke admits. “Not since Lady Jessica…” He trails off. The tale of her passing and the Duke’s grief is well-trodden. His grief and her presence echoed in the halls of the palaces of Caladan long after she was gone. You look down at his hands, and you are almost overcome by the urge to hold his between your palms until the clouds in his eyes are passed. “For years, there was no warm body in the Kingdom who could tempt me.”

You look back to his eyes and see sunbeams there, settled in the creases around his eyes, and it is only then his true meaning dawns on you. Jessica’s passing was some time ago. Since then he has never… indulged?

That surprises you.

Though… Perhaps it shouldn’t.

“No-one else on base then,” Leto probes gently. “But my touch is… not unwelcome?”

Your skin sings so hard that it feels hoarse.

Leto shifts in his chair, as though priming to shift like a Dune. To pour himself onto you like a liquid dawn.

You see a glimmer in his eyes too; a want buried deep. Given time, you think, you could excavate this want, like a treasure dug out from deep beneath the Arrakis sands.

You look deep into his eyes, as brown as the tree trunks which line the damp Caladan lands. So rich and earthy you feel you could smell the waft petrichor on him, you think, if only he would move closer.

You want it.

You want contact.

Stars.

You wish you had savoured his touch more - savoured that fleeting brush of his hand instead of snatching yourself away. You feel your thirst had been so pronounced, that you poured water to your lips in so much haste that you had spilled it. Rare, precious drops wasted, evaporating in the desert heat.

“Your touch?” you ask, and he hums an affirmative. “Your touch would feel like water in a desert, my Lord, were it freely given. But, of course, I would not expect to be so blessed.” Flustered by your own outpouring, this confession, you stand, eager to make it clear to the Duke that you expect nothing of him. To convince him that you are not frail in the face of your needs. That you can bear it - this terrible need. “I must go, my Duke. I have taken up enough of your time.”

“No,” Leto protests, and his voice arrests you to the spot. Your traitorous feet are frozen in place even as your body has already begun to turn from him. Still, like a flower towards the sun, his voice calls you back. “You have not taken up nearly enough. I have missed you these weeks. Three! Three weeks.”

You feel you might choke on your own heartbeat as Leto slips his hand into your own, his touch warm against you. Your eyes shimmer with questions and emotions as you turn back to your Duke, your head shaking softly in confusion as you regard him. As his fingers nimbly traverse to the collar of his uniform. As he begins to unbutton himself.

“Leto? What are you-“

“-Hush,” he soothes. “Let me hold you.” He slips his uniform from his broad, dense shoulders, letting the crisp garment drop to the stone floor in a crumpled heap. But, he does not stop there. His eyes soft and careful - reassuring- he strips down until he is shirtless, and then? Then, he extends his brown, muscled arms out towards you. “Let me hold you. Please?”

All of a sudden, you think, the man looks just as parched as you, his face sunken into all its hollows.

And, although you stand agape, it takes little encouragement for you to collapse into his offer. His plea. Your body sags gratefully into his, and your arms wrap firmly around his shoulders as his own loop and extend around your middle. In disbelief, you bury your head into the crook of his shoulder, and you feel all of him - bare and warm against you. You feel his skin and his warmth and his hair and his beard beneath your greedy fingertips, drinking all of the textures of him in. He feels soft and smooth and so far from stone.

Meanwhile, with a whimper all his own - a huge sigh of relief like he’s a statue cracking open - Leto in turn holds you ever so close, pulling you in towards his shapely chest. He smooths his hands up and down your back in a slow, steady caress of a rhythm - splayed fingers searching every contour of you out. Repeating his path until he learns you. Sucking in a deep breath and letting it all go again, the gust of his hot breath sneaking below your collar and down your spine.

Reverently, carefully, Leto cups his hand to the back of your head and smooths over your hair. He nuzzles his cheek against yours, and as your tears wet his shoulder, he keeps holding on, gently swaying and rocking you in his arms.

Leto touches you, comforts you, ever so intentionally, and he lets you feel him too. Allows your fingertips to run over the notches of his spine. Your palms to smooth over the tense muscles in his cultivated back and shoulders. To allow the heat of him pressed against you to bloom deep beneath your clothes, warmth suffusing through your whole body in a way the desert sun could scarce equal.

You bask in the divine brush of his sculpted beard against your cheek and neck. The feeling of his soft, grizzled curls as your fingers twine delicately into the length at his crown.

He holds you, and it is so long since you were held that for a moment you think an embrace this gentle might break you.

“I miss Caladan,” you sob against his skin, the words never having risen to the surface before now. Not until Leto knew what you needed before you did yourself; and what’s more, wanted to give it to you.

Still, as your wet words spillover from your mouth like water, his touch filling you until you are overflowing, you wonder if you forget your place too readily. You are with royalty, and you begin to fear that you might have misspoke. You pull back from him, to look him in the eyes. “Forgive me, my Lord.”

“There is nothing to forgive. You may speak plainly around me, sweet.”

His index finger traces along the line of your jaw, with all the reverence you have seen his hands display to the various gifts and antiquities you share from your travels. The path of his finger down the spine of a sacred text, or along the curved, swirled path of a hilt. His fingers splitting apart sweet, too-ripe, off-world fruits, his grin cracking just as wide. He touches you, as though you are a treasure. A rarity. A joy.

His eyes shine on you as warm as suns, his gaze flitting over your face like a dance of dappled light.

You close your eyes for a moment, perhaps believing all of this to be a dream - emotion swelling in your chest and up into your throat like the swell of your home seas. “I miss the rain,” you ponder, looping your hands around the nape of his neck and caressing him there.

A soft smile blooms in the midst of Leto’s beard. “You always did look happiest when the weather came down. There is a storm in your heart, I think. Something beautiful and formidable about you.”

You gasp lightly in disbelief as Leto cups your face tenderly in his broad palm - his touch akin to golden sun on your skin.

You smile wetly at him, and his eyes tighten in turn. “You noticed me then? On Caladan?”

Languidly, he strokes the pad of his thumb back and forth over your cheek.

“You did not know?” You softly shake your head. “Caladan was a grey world, my darling. But our conversations were bright spots - bright enough to rival the Arrakis sun.” His expression grows wistful. “You have brought me the greatest joy I’ve felt since…”

It is only then, in that moment, your eyes tracing the pain carved in the planes of his face, that you see how starved your Duke has been. How lonely, too. Emotions swirl in his eyes, but this time, you reach for him. You smooth your palm over his skin like you finally see how soft he is. How fragile, in many ways. A treasure, standing half bare before you. “All this time. I thought you stone, Leto.” How sad, you think. How sad that you did not see him.

His brow grows heavier yet, and solemnly, Leto draws away from you. The space around your body feels suddenly bereft without him enclosing you. You watch as he moves, padding towards the winged chair, still in his knee-high boots and tight black pants, and yet his torso pleasantly bare. He sits, his sturdy thighs spread and his palms resting flat atop each leg. He looks at you, expression -seemingly- as stony as ever. “At first,” he begins, “I suppose it is true - that my grief had turned me to stone.” Leto pats his strong thighs, calling you to his lap. He watches you keenly as your fingers fumble with the buttons on your own uniform jacket. As you slip off your boots. A soft smile blooms as he watches you. “And then, my sweet? Turning myself to stone was the only way I could resist you.” You curl in his lap like a spoilt housecat. Like the curl of a hilt fusing with its steely blade. Like stepping into a warm bath. You curl into his chest, and he holds you. “Now though, darling. Do you see?” Your eyes close. You hear the dull thud of his chest against the shell of your ear. You feel his broad hands smooth over you.

“See what?”

“My love,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, the brush of his beard gently scraping you. “Do you see that I have softened for you?”

Indeed. He is no longer stone. Not stone at all.

He is liquid and light.

Like sun on your skin.

Your voice cracks wide open like fruit pulled apart by his girthy fingers. Like his grin. Like the breaking of dawn. “Leto,” you croak, voice heavy with sentiment as his tender touch traces every patch of skin he can reach. “Do you treat everything you hold in your hands like a treasure?”

“No, sweet,” Leto purrs. “Only the most precious things.”

He traces his fingers and his lips over you with reverence. Care. Affection. He touches you like you could love him back.

Your skin sings for his touch, but this time you need only whisper, not scream.

“Hush, precious one,” he soothes. “Don’t waste your water.”

You had not noticed the tears wetting your cheeks until he spoke of them, falling even as your eyes crinkled with your smile.

“Tears of happiness are not a waste, I think.”

He smiles. No longer stone.

“Even so.”

Leto dips his head until his lips brush your skin, and he kisses your tears away.

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kingkatsuki · 7 days

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Oh Jo... Jo i have it all plotted out Jo.

Genya doesn't ever formally introduce you to Sanemi. Mostly because the first time you actually see and meet Sanemi he is yelling terrible shit in Genya's face, and threatening him to get the hell out of the demon slayer corp and it makes you see RED.

However, you probably know more about Sanemi than any of the other Hashira because Genya talks about him NONSTOP. And while you are madly in love with genya you wish he would just... give up on his brother. Give up on trying to be the strongest for him because it's clear his brother doesn't want him there.

"Siblings are supposed to take care of one another. Kamado told you that Genya."

But no matter what the conversation is, Genya always defends him so you're always at a loss.

And then the next time you formally get to have a conversation with Sanemi he's come to your home in the rain, kneels before you with a heavy heart and head to tell you that Genya is dead. And there's nothing left of him.

and you scream and shout and throw punches that feel like tickles to the wind hashira. You tell him you hate him. Tell him he should feel guilty, should feel all the pain and hurt he's feeling now. that he deserves it for ever speaking to the only family he had left in that way. and the nail in the coffin.

"I wish it had been you."

And of course Sanemi, still on his knees before you, never looking at your tortured angry grief filled expression only replies with three words.

"So do I."

and then there's a flash forward five years later where Sanemi comes back to your home to visit for the five year anniversary. And of course you've grown by then and you feel regret for the awful shit you said to him. So you allow him to stay for tea and to sit in the garden under the Wisteria tree you planted in Genya's honor.

And Sanemi learns of your love for his brother. how pure and real and deep it was for him. How lucky his brother was to experience a love like yours and so young too.

And you've always had a bleeding heart, especially when you look at Sanemi's face and into his eyes. he looks so much like him, like the only man you've ever loved. How could your heart not soften for him?

And for the first time ever, you're able to see him the way Genya always saw and spoke of him.

And slowly but surely... you find pieces of him to love as well. Not like how you loved Genya. Never. No one could ever replace him in your heart. your soul belongs to him.

But...you can't help how much... brighter the world feels when Sanemi is there helping you in the garden or fixing leaks on your roof. Because in essence... who else but Genya's brother could understand the immense pain of losing him?

And besides...two broken hearts together are better than one.

Oh my god Marq but please😭 just the thought of helping each other heal, and it’s like you know you’ll both never truly get there but it helps?

I just picture a moment where you finally think you’re okay? And you’re out shopping, something completely mundane— until you see sunflowers and the thing that used to fill you with so much joy is practically a trigger to you now. Because Genya used to buy you sunflowers— he used to say you reminded him of the sun. So you find yourself breaking down in the middle of the busy shopping street and you have no idea where to go so you just run— and for some reason you end up outside the Shinazugawa estate, and Sanemi is home.

And you don’t expect him to invite you in so easily, to sit you down at his kitchen table and wordlessly lay a warm mug of matcha in front of you. He waits for you to stop crying, doesn’t try to comfort you and doesn’t utter a word. But he offers you a piece of ohagi when you feel like you have no more tears left to cry.

“Do you ever just… miss him?” Your throat is raw from crying so hard, the top of your yukata soaked with tears.

“Every second.”

#soft sanemi #sigh

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toyaslove · 8 months

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Helo heloo I really love your writing so I'm here with a request~

So may I request toya with s/o that kins akito/ena? Like they tend to seek compliment and attention by doing multiple things such as drawing, singing and such but they think they never get good enough as other people?

That's all~ hope you have a good day/night<33

(Also do you have any tips to get out of writers block? Cause i have it rn)

- 🌸

A/N: Hello! Ty for requesting! I'm happy that you like my writing style, hehe~ And about the blocking... bro, I was blocked it's been 2 months, so I'm the worst person to give you a tip 😭😭😭 but I get my creativity I think because I didn't have nothing to do, so, I feel like doing it... try to get bored, and then your creativity goes back!

Tags: @kuzui5201314 , @sentientsoil , @miya-akane

Tw: light angst, comfort, self depreciation(?)

Toya Aoyagi x Akito and Ena kin gn!Reader

Am I good enough..?

Writing style: scenario! (I thought in a really good idea, so, I did just a scenario, I hope you don't mind)

Well... as you can imagine, Toya usually doesn't demonstrate so much physical affection, and with that, you were getting crazy for it. He complimented you so much, and he supported you, but... Please, just a hug! You guys were still at the beginning of your relationship, so Toya still was a little shy to do physical touch, mainly because... He has no experience! Bear with him... he just wants your good! He's scared of making you uncomfortable...

Then, you started... kind of avoiding him, not because you get tired of him, but you started thinking you aren't a good partner to him, and he doesn't want you close to him anymore. And guess what? Toya, full of worries and insecurities, thought that he wasn't being a good boyfriend and started thinking of what he could do to make you happy...

While you avoided him, he was thinking of what he could do to make you get closer to him again, well then... that day arrives! He came to your home, at a Saturday at 15 pm, with some casual but tidy clothes. He had a rose in his hand, accompanied to your favorite sweet... It was so cute to see him like this. He was with that ownerless puppy face.

– [Y/N]... I... I don't know if I did something wrong to you, but... I... I'm kind of worried about you... and I don't want to lose you, so... please... could you please stop avoiding me a little..? I ask with all my heart... I... my love... I love you so much... – Toya says, with a serious and sad face, he looks in the deep of your eyes...

The both of you guys were thinking at the same thing, that each other doesn't like you as before... When Toya came, your eyes widened, you were really surprised... at this point, you're almost in tears... You were feeling so important! The opposite as always, that you think about yourself being inferior to the other people... it was really a stake in your heart, in a good way.

– T-Toya... I thought you were sick of me... I... I'm speechless... – You say, now, you start tearing. Toya comes and gives you a tight and warm hug, and he gives you a soothing smile.

– I would never be sick of my love... and... why did you... kept avoiding me like that..? – Toya says, with pure kindness, he holds your shoulders with his two hands.

– It's... you weren't, you know... giving me so much physical touch, and I thought you got sick of me or you didn't feel comfortable anymore to stay with me... then... I get away from you to make you feel better. – You say avoiding eye contact with Toya.

– Oh... it was that? Really... just that? This is a relief... oh my love... I promise, I'll give as much physical touch as you need and deserve... I love you, ok? I would never get sick of you... I promise, my [Y/N], I love you, you're worthy to me! – Toya says with the kindest smile and voice in this world, he presses a little sweet kiss on your lips after that...

Well... after that, you and Toya get clingier than never! It was cute to see you two like that. It was even weird because you two didn't touch yourselves like... nothing!

(P.s.: vbs kept making fun of you two because of that LMAOOO)

On this same day, you two stayed cuddling the whole entire day, you two shared that chocolate Toya gave you before, drank some coffee together, talked to each other, played games, made jokes, it was really one of the best days you two had since the day you started dating~!

A/N: I'm sorry if that wasn't what you expected, this was more to an idea that came in my mind. If you want to, I can remake this fic! Be free to ask it again after my requests get open!

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plvuii · 10 months

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Can you please write something along the lines of cuddling with Muichiro? It can be HCs, Scenarios, really anything ((:

Muichiro helps you unwind.

The long day had taken its toll on you, leaving you feeling weary and drained. As you sat on the couch, a tired yawn escaped your lips, a clear sign of your exhaustion. Sensing your weariness, Muichiro, who was sitting beside you, turned his gaze towards you, concern evident in his eyes.

"Come here," he softly spoke, his voice gentle yet comforting. "Rest your head on my lap. It might help you relax."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his suggestion. It sounded like a dream come true. You shifted your position, carefully resting your head on Muichiro's lap, feeling the gentle support of his thigh against your neck. Instantly, you were enveloped in a sense of security and warmth, as if his mere presence could chase away the weariness that had settled in your bones.

Muichiro's touch was like a feather, tracing delicate patterns through your hair. His fingers moved with a soothing rhythm, creating a sensation that lulled you into a state of tranquility. The gentle strokes seemed to erase the tensions of the day, replacing them with a sense of calm.

"Are you comfortable?" Muichiro's voice reached your ears, carrying with it a genuine concern.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, the weight of the day slowly dissipating. "Yes, very... thank you, Muichiro—this feels amazing."

Muichiro's touch continued, his fingers seamlessly moving through your hair, threading through the strands with care. He leaned back against the couch, offering you a sense of stability and support. His presence alone was enough to ease your troubled mind, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for his unwavering kindness.

"You've been working so hard lately," Muichiro spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "You deserve this moment of relaxation. Let yourself unwind."

A contented smile played on your lips as you felt the truth in his words. Muichiro's understanding of your efforts and the acknowledgment of your dedication warmed your heart. But it was his presence, his willingness to offer solace in the simplest of gestures, that made the moment truly special.

"Having you here with me makes it even better," you murmured, your voice filled with gratitude and affection. "Just knowing I have your support... it means everything to me."

A fleeting, gentle smile curved Muichiro's lips, his eyes meeting yours in a shared understanding. He continued his ministrations, the soft touch of his fingers creating a soothing melody against your scalp. The world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of tranquility.

In that intimate silence, the only sound that resonated was the comforting beat of your intertwined hearts. The rhythm spoke volumes, a testament to the bond you shared—a bond that transcended words, a connection that offered solace in moments of vulnerability.

And so, you remained there, cradled in Muichiro's lap, his touch providing solace and his presence bringing a sense of peace.

ahhh thank you for this request :DD i know it’s been weeks but at some point i… lost this request? and suddenly found it again... tumblr is weird and also won’t let me comment reply to anything 😭😭 but thank you to all of the comments,, i appreciate them 💜💜

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prttydolls · 2 years

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all you are hurting is, yourself. ˖*°࿐ᵕ̈ Draco Lucius Malfoy.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ anon request :: OR OR, a dark!angst where draco loses himself in grief over readers death? entirely up to you, i’ve too many thoughts fksbkdns. i love your writing! don’t forget to take breaks and look after yourself?

ˋ°•*⁀➷ warning(s) :: death, drinking, ghosts, force relationships

ˋ°•*⁀➷ authors note :: thank u sm for requesting!! also awwwww im so touched bye 😭💕 tyyysm! (edit, this is my former apology for the kriss smut.)

draco couldn't believe it, you were gone. he lost you, just because some stupid death eater wanted to kill him.

and you, sacrificed yourself for someone whos arrogant, ungrateful, rude brat.

he truly didn't deserve an angel like you to take your life for him, him to live again.

all he only got from you was a faint... “i love you drac, take care.” before your eyes closed as you dozed off to your death. he saw your soul jump out of your body, and slowly evaporated into the air. gone.

you were gone.

just like that.

˖*°࿐ᵕ̈

that was years ago, you might atleast expect draco to move on.

but how can he when he lost the most perfect thing in the world? he knew he couldn't just leave you that. he felt like he was cheating on you, even tho you already passed.

his parents tried to set him up with other girls.

girls who were rich.

girls who were pureblooded.

girls who were fake.

it made him feel disgusted at his parents, all they cared was the heir.

"draco, you are the only son of ours we need you to carry the malfoy name.”

“draco, move on.”

" draco-”

draco this, draco fucking that. CANT THEY SHUT UP?!

all they cared, was that since his birth.

carry the malfoy name.

thats what he didn't wanna do, carry his fucking family name. what draco didn't know, you saw everything that happened to draco.

you extremely felt sorry for the love of your life, but alast u cant do anything because you were dead.

all you could do was watch him from afar, as a ghost.

˖*°࿐ᵕ̈

you had enough of draco's actions, although you were dead you needed to put some sense into him.

he had been drinking alot, and 99% of the time he wasn't sober.

this isn't the draco you knew since the 1st year.

draco was throwing another shot of fire whiskey down his throat, the taste burning his throat, it hurts but it feels so good.

“draco.” you said, slowly appearing him in the bathroom.

draco didn't listen to the voice, he thought he was hallucinating. “perhaps you didn't hear me, Draco.” you called out once more.

your voice was... wasn't the same as it was before. it sounded so ghostly.

“y/n..?” he turned around to see a ghost wearing a night gown, a torn one to be exact.

the same excact one you wore in your funeral.

a beautiful, floral night gown with beautiful blossoms embroidered at the bottom.

your hair looked damaged, but you still looked beautiful.

just as beautiful as he met you at the train, all those years ago.

“draco, listen to me i dont have much time. i want you, to move on please. my heart cant see you like this, all depressing and sad. i want you to find someone to make you happy again, someone who you could hold during lonely nights. someone who you could call, your soulmate. i, am dead now draco i cant be alive anymore. you seriously need to move on, you aren't hurting your parents, or anyone.

all you are hurting is, yourself.”

draco was stunned, this really was you. he wasn't even hallucinating...

“i love you draco, truly. you were my first everything. but it pains me to say this, i cant be with you anymore. for all i am now, is a ghost.” you said, as ghastly tears flooded your cheeks as you held dracos arm.

he felt your touch for the first time in years, it wasnt the same as before. it wasnt warm, and fuzzy the type of fuzzy that would make his heart rate.

it now just feels, cold and bone chilling.

"so, please just for me. move on?”

“yes, ill move on. for you, darling.”

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marvelmaniac2000 · 2 years

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llForbidden Fruitll Smut

Summary: You are doing a sneaky link out with your friends with benefits for the weekend

Characters: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader (mentions of Billy and Nancy), ex-boyfriend

Side notes: This season was really good, they went off do you hear me?? these characters are a master piece 😭 it takes me forever but I finally wrote a lil somethin lol for this sweetheart :)...

Subject: Oral sex, booty call hours, Steve eating you out, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, premature sex, (I don’t support underage sex) but only for characters circumstances I will.

Words: 2.1k

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PLEASE NO MINORS/MATURE CONTENT 18+ AUDIENCE ONLY

Your body drips in cold sweats as you tossed and turned in your bed. These nightmares were getting worse and worse by the night. Every time you thought you could get a good night's rest, the upside-down world plagues your mind as though it’s a playground.

You tossed one last time facing the window directly across your bed.

*clink* *bonk* a pebble of rocks hit your glass window. Steve stood in the cold air hoping you would wake up. He noticed that you weren’t your usual self lately since he came back from the varsity tournament and heard from the gossip around Hawkins that you weren’t on good terms with your boyfriend.

You deserve better, he thought...

Steve bent down to search for another piece of rock before chucking it again at your window pane. He tried his best to be as discreet as possible since he knows how your parents are but he didn’t want to drive back home without talking to you first. He just wanted to make you feel better in every way possible.

“Come on love” he whispered to himself. His patience was running thin and so was the bulge in his briefs.

You sharply stood up from your pillow with sweat running down your chest. Your heart raced fiercely out of your chest. It’s just a dream… You gently affirmed yourself looking around your room. The clunking noise from your window caught your attention. You rushed out of your bed with nothing but your oversized shirt on to see your beloved friend.

You smile cheek to cheek finally seeing him after a long week. You unlocked your window and poked your head out.

“Come on” Steve mouthed.

Without hesitation, you quietly found some clothes to throw on and made your way out the back door of your home.

The air was cool and crispy as usual on a November night.

“How’s holiday break going for ya?” Steve notices the restraint on your face. No one could read your face more than him.

“It’s been pretty cool, besides all the other weird shit going on” you cross your arms to keep yourself warm. “How’s your little meathead basketball games going?”

“You don’t even like sports, stop pretending, but it was cool we won again the second year in the row to continue a perfect streak” his voice rose with excitement.

“I just wanted to check on you before heading home.

I know you and lover boy are not on good terms huh?” Steve made sure to study your face as you answered.

You pierced your lips together and gave a guilty look. “Well you know how you asshole guys are, always thinking about yourselves in the long run”

“Well that’s not always true, some of us take a while to realize what we got already” he shrugged his shoulders. He felt a weight lifted off his shoulders no longer being at the Hawkins school anymore. His image as the once jock was only temporary, but he did hate not knowing how you were holding up at school. Sleeping with the deceased enemy's step-sister was one of your dumbest decisions yet. He just couldn’t figure out how to be in a relationship with you.

You cocked your head to the side a bit taking in the advice he had given. “You know what? It’s getting cold out here and I don’t want to stay out too long. I'm still afraid that Vecna is lurking everywhere. Let’s go to your place”

Steven raised his eyebrows and knew how to read between the lines. He didn’t want to disrespect your parents but he also knew Billy and his dad hated him too.

“Um.Are you sure about this (Y/N)? This isn’t some cute Romeo and Juliet scenario anymore…If Billy’s dad finds out that we are even talking I’m going to be dead.”

“You should've thought about that months ago Stevie” you rolled your eyes. He followed close behind as you walked to his car.

“Just relax, they won’t be back until tomorrow.” You open the passenger door and hopped in. ………

Steve’s family was never home and neither was he but when he was, it was only to bring other girls over. But different emotions shifted realizing how much he wanted to devour you instead. You were such a forbidden fruit he could not have. Your personality was witty and wholesome which made him feel comfortable. You did not feel judged whatsoever being around you. Even though he may fuck you in a million different ways, he always made sure that your mind was still at peace from all the chaos going on in Hawkins. He just didn’t understand why you always viewed him as that senior asshole.

“I promise you I’m ok Steve.I mean yeah he can be a jerk sometimes but I don’t think he realizes it you know?” You climb onto his bed and hug a spare pillow tight around your arms. “He just misunderstood..”

“Please stop doing that.” Steve threw his keys on his dresser. “Doing what?” You asked.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop letting people fuck you over, and always seeing the “good side” of these assholes. It’s only hurting the good that’s already inside you.” He shook his head in annoyance.

“Sometimes I don’t know if I should listen to you, because you tell me shit like that but you do the same exact shit to other girls!” You threw your pillow at him.

He caught it at the nick of time and gently laid it at the foot of the bed. “You really should’ve tried out for the softball team—-“ he spoke sarcastically while climbing in bed with you.

“Dude Steve stop I’m being for real” you sat up in his bed with Steve crawling his way between your legs.

“Listen I know I’m just trying to cheer you up, but if you seriously want my advice, because you know I always have your best interest at heart. Do as I say, and not as I do ok?” Steve looked into your eyes and gently kissed your soft lips. “How about daddy make you feel better mm?” His hand traveled up your shirt and gave your hardened nipple a gentle squeeze. You let a light whimper escape your lips and gave a silent nod. Steve slowly pressed his lips onto yours giving you kiss you’ve been dying to feel once again. His hand reaches over to slowly unbutton your night gown shirt revealing your swollen buds to be devoured. You maneuver out of your gown and let him go to town on your breasts. His hot tongue gently sucked your perfectly shaped nips while playfully squeezing how soft they were. Your core progressively grew warmer watching him playfully bite and suck your nipples.

He wanted to take his time with you and made sure you knew who owned your body. No one else loved pleasuring you more than him and he loved every inch of your body. Hearing your every moan and whimper was his way of getting off for himself too. “You like that?” Steve raised his head to trail kisses back toward your neck and jaw. “Yes daddy” you moan as you close your eyes in pleasure. Your hands greedily clawed onto his back wanting him to be inside you already. His every touch drove you crazy. You watch Steve climb off of you to remove his own clothes before climbing back on top of you. “You promise to take daddy advice?” He nibbled at your earlobe before licking the very corner inside it. You shiver wanting more. His hand snaked down to your panties and rubbed your damp slit over them. You moan squeezing your legs between his hips. “I said do you promise?” Steve purred one more time and gazed his eyes on yours. You nod your head yes thinking how much bliss he gives you for a brief moment. He peck your lips before slowly running his hands between your soft thighs taking in the view of your damp panties. He spread your legs wide and moaned, kissing your inner thigh. “This is all mine” he whispered before slowly sliding your fabric off. You grew more impatient noticing he purposely took his time to have you begging for every act he did. He lowered his head down to your aching slit and gave it a slow kiss. You automatically rested your leg above his shoulder and watched him make love to your salivating pussy. His hot tongue first stroke your pink flesh deep between your lips in slow motions making sure he didn’t miss any room. Your legs grew tight around his shoulders bucking your hips toward him. “Keep them open baby” he whispered and pushed your leg back to give him full access. You moan louder feeling him spread your lips open and stroke your sensitive clit in up and down motions. Your hands frankly grab hold of the sheets feeling waves of pleasure pool between your legs. Steve lowered his tongue down to your opening and stroked it in and out teasing your hole with wet warmth. You buck your hips wishing his tongue could go deeper into your entrance. Steve's dick hardens hearing you cry out for him. His dominance aggressively sent him over the edge knowing your every pleasure. He couldn’t help himself and inserted his finger into your entrance and pushed it slowly in and out of you. “Steve” you softly moaned loudly and threw your head back in ecstasy. “Mmm I gotchu baby” he added another finger in and flick his tongue over your clit sucking and teasing at the same time. You become a moaning mess crying out his name in the deep darkness of his room. You aggressively roam your hand and grip his hair pleading with him. “Right there baby please!” You buck your hips to his mouth feeling your pussy tighten around his lips. Steve kept going, feeling your cum drip down his chin. Finally, a tight release of warm pleasure swept over you leaving you breathless on your pillow. You stared up at the wooden ceiling fan in lost time.

Steve licked your pussy clean of your cream and grabbed a tissue next to his bed stand. You roll over and watch him join you in bed.

He grabbed your chin and gave you one last sloppy kiss tasting your pussy on his lips. “Feel better now?” He wrapped his arm around your naked body. You nodded yes and rest your head on his bare chest. “What time your family will be back?” He asked

“Not til eleven in the morning” you murmured. “Get some sleep” he pecked your forehead and reached over to turn his lamp off, so you could sleep.

Next Morning….

You woke up to a gentle nudge between your legs and feel Steve softly tracing circles around your stomach.

“Did you watch me sleep?” You croaked. “maybe” he smiled up at you.

Looking at you in the morning was a fascinating thing to do since he only saw you at school, and the other hookups were mostly at night.

“That’s really creepy” you rubbed your eyes to get the sleep out of your face. Steve squeezed your thigh and gave it a playful bite. “Ow!” You chuckled before hitting his shoulder. He smiled hearing your cute laugh. “Want to do one more before I drop you off?”

“Does that really need an answer?” You giggled as he climbed on top of you and attacked your neck with butterfly kisses.

A sudden unusual ring came from a cellular phone in his room. He sighed and rolled over to pick up the phone.

“IS MY DAUGHTER THERE?” Your stepdad is fuming through the line.

Steve looked over at you with a sly smirk on his face. “Uhh no sir I think she went over to Nancy’s place for the night”

Your stepdad pinched his nose ready to burst through the telephone. “Well. If you see her tell her to give me a call.” He abruptly hung up the phone. Steve threw the phone down and climb back on top of you. “Who was that?” You said. Steve looked at you resting on your elbows. “We’re fucked” he shook his head laughing.

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