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garoujo · 2 years

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FOREPLAY — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : diluc, childe, itto, kazuha + xiao

♱ warnings — f!reader, foreplay, fingering, mostly pussy eating, 69 !

♱ note — i am thinking very hard bout dis rn . help me i’m going insane >_< !

・✶ ｡ﾟDILUC RAGNVINDR

diluc took foreplay very seriously, especially with how thick his cock was — he’d eat you out for hours if it made you more comfortable, he was happy to spend forever between your thighs if it’s what you called for. but even now, when you’re spread across his desk he doesn’t think he’s ready to stop anytime soon.

your knuckles are almost white from where they’re wrapped around the sides of diluc’s desk at the dawn winery, and you feel lost in a dizzy dream as you look down to where he’s kneeling between your thighs — large palms keeping you spread as he buries himself in your cunt. every swipe of his tongue feels like it sends bliss racing through you, arousal pooling dangerously in your stomach as your eyes prick with pleasured tears. his pace never eases and you feel like he can barely breathe as he showers you in strong licks, panting warm along your glistening folds when he pulls away to admire the way your slick shines when it’s mixed with his spit.

“you are perfect. mmm, how does it feel?” diluc’s panting, fucked out and needy and you feel like you’re about to lose your mind when his heavy, blown gaze cuts up into you — the lower half of his face soaked with a mixture of spit and slick when he pulls away to look at you, groaning before he’s burying into you once more. you feel his nose knock against your clit as he smacks lewdly, feeling your warm walls flex around his thick tongue when he dips it past your fluttering hole. every movement he makes is precise and with purpose, feeling his hand graze along your inner thigh before sinking two of his fingers into your pussy, humming when he’s not met with much resistance. “feels s-so good.”

you feel something dangerous spark along your nerves as you watch the broad muscles in diluc’s back expand with every pant he takes between your thighs, thankful that he discarded his coat to allow you to take in his appearance. he bathes your clit in mindless rolls of his tongue, pairing it with the back and forth stutter of his fingers into you as you squeeze down around him — mind spinning with the pleasure that only he can give you as you meet his movements with humps of your own. “i need you to cum for me, sweetheart. i must feel you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟTARTAGLIA / CHILDE

ajax was such a tease, but he loved being able to pull different reactions from you. he loved the way your brows crumble when he sinks fingers into you — he’s memorised every spot, deliberately grazing against them until you’re crying for them or teasing them all together, until you’re grabbing and begging him for more.

“oh ho? is that the spot?” ajax goads from where he’s pressing his fingers deeper into your plush walls, his tone dripping with something teasing that makes warmth spread along your thighs with the next twist of his wrist. the way you cry for him is addictive, soft mantras of “ajax, please! it’s too much” when he presses his digits up into you with angled purpose, deliberate brushing them against the spongy spot inside of you as he pumps them in and out of your wet heat.

“but you’re doing so well for me.” ajax’s words are emphasised by a particularly sharp thrust of his fingers as he sinks them into you once more, swirling gentle circles into your clit with his thumb while his fingers drag more of your slick out, making a sloppy mess between your thighs. he’s working your body with practiced precision as he leans into you deeper, keeping you pressed into the mattress beneath him as his body keeps your thighs spread around his hips.

he loves you at this angle, it gives him perfect leverage to watch the way your hips twist under his touch when he pushes his fingers deeper, feeling your walls tighten around the digits as he speeds up his ministrations, pulling a surprised whine from your lips. you can feel ajax’s bulge almost throb against your abdomen when he leans in to kiss up the column of your throat, chuckling at the way you’re squeezing around him — already knowing how close you are. “don’t think i’m going to go easy on you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ARATAKI ITTO

the way itto ate you out was messy, but it was for the best with how thick his cock was, a little sting still always guaranteed everytime he sank into you — it was always a given that he’d be between your legs for hours, prepping you and stretching you until he’s fucked out and needy, panting as he drinks you up like you’re his favourite meal.

“goddamn, baby. i’ve been looking forward to this all day. you missed me right?” you feel itto smear kisses down your hips as his lips curl around his words, spit coating your thighs before he’s lifting your weak legs over his shoulders — panting like an animal when he gets his first glimpse of your pretty pussy and he lets out a wrecked groan. it’s low and long, full of need and desire before he’s immediately shoving his face between your thighs, taking a long taste of your cunt with a growl that feels like it rips through you both.

your back arches immediately at the sudden stimulation when you feel his tongue flatten messy against your clit, but it only takes a few seconds before his muscled forearms are keeping you pinned beneath his huge body, and your hips twitch as you cry out for him. itto’s pace is inhumane, he’s drinking you up like he’s been starved for weeks but he’s only been gone with the gang a few days. but now he’s got you grabbing at the white and red strands of his hair before your thighs and lungs tremble on your next inhale as he drinks you up.

“tastes like fuckin’ heaven, gotta take this with me. phew— you got magic in here, babe? got me down bad.” everything about how he eats you out is messy and itto feels lost in his own pleasure as he loses himself in your addictive cunt. the taste feels like fucking heaven on his tongue and he moans; ragged and hungry when his hips instinctively rut into the comforter below him, the sudden stimulation on his heavy, leaking cock causing a pleasured vibration to rumble through your clit. “i could do this all day, baby. oh yeah—so you better be ready.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

it was so intoxicating to hear kazuha’s sounds as you lost yourself in your own pleasure, your movements only spurred on his own as you sat on his face and sucked his cock — listening to his whines and whimpers as he sucks at your clit, eyes rolling back into his head when he feels your hips shake beneath his grip.

kazuha’s face is flushed from where you’re straddling his cheeks, facing away from him as you sink your mouth onto his cock — pulling a delightfully, dreamy whimper from the man below you as he bathes your clit in languid swipes of his tongue that makes your body shudder. his eyes close drowsily at the intoxicating taste as he buries himself between your slick folds, hips twitching to push his cock deeper into the tight hug of your throat as he grins against you. “y-yes. mmm, more.”

his voice is breathless and needy as he buries praise into your plush cunt, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your grinding down onto his tongue and he feels like he might pass out when it’s accompanied with wet, suckled kisses being placed along the sensitive sides of his cock. “hnnn, n-not bad.” kazuha whimpers, fingers twitching into your ass as he buries himself into you — pushes deeper until he can barely breathe, and you feel his cock twitch and throb on your tongue when he pushes his tongue into your walls to feel you squeeze around the muscle.

you feel his tongue grind along the spots that have you twitching above him, fucking it into you until he’s drunk on the taste and bringing it back to circle your clit — whimpering eagerly as his hips start a pace into your mouth. your throat feels tight and warm around him and it only drives kazuha to push himself even more, to shake his head between your slick folds as he sinks into your mouth — his pace quick and needy as he chases his pleasure and yours, punched out gasps coming from you above him with every sink of his hips into you. “like that—yes, l-like that.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ XIAO

xiao was still new to it, pulling out your pleasure but he was so observant of your reactions you’d think he was a professional — sharp eyes trained on what makes you cry for him, and he can’t deny just how hard you make him. he wants to be good for you, learning what you like and what makes you cream on his tongue, and he doesn’t think he ever wants to stop now that he’s had a taste.

“does it feel good?” xiao asks from where his face is pressed between your legs, bathing your clit in almost hesitant, kitten licks as he circles the puffy bud with his tongue — sharp eyes trained on your reactions to make sure he’s making you feel as good as he hopes. “y-yes. it feels so good.” you answer, a stuttered gasp falling from your parted lips as your fingers twist in his hair, and he feels his eyes roll back when you pull at the roots — making him groan against you before he’s closing his lips around the bud and suckling lightly, finding himself quickly being pulled in and lost in the taste of you.

“give me more.” hes so focused on you, on your pleasure and everything you give to him — but he needs more. xiao feels his cock twitch against his thigh when you send him a starry-eyed look, meeting every eager swipe of his tongue with a roll of your hips as you grind against his mouth — his nose bumping your clit with every twitch of your body while his tongue curls around the entrance of your cunt, slurping and suckling at the slick gathered there before he’s swallowing loudly. he’s panting, fucked out and throbbing but he can’t stop, he’s too eager to drink you up — too weak for you.

for someone so inexperienced it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you can feel your orgasm approaching, but he’s so focused on your sounds, reactions. his eyes are trained, fingertips twitching to sink into your skin as he keeps your thighs spread for him — but xiao thinks he might actually lose his mind along with you at how pretty you look for him. you feel him slide his tongue around your lips before feverishly sucking and flicking at your clit, his needy, quiet moans against you giving away how cloudy and fucked out his own mind seems to have become. “p-please.. don’t hold back on me.”

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bedeviledcowboy · 1 year

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Blood of a Servant

Renfield x gn!reader 18+

> kinks: light dom/sub, jk very heavy dom/sub, master/servant, begging, Renfield is a bottom, anal play, fingering male receiving, orgasm denial, etc.

Many thanks to @ashyyslashy for editing and proof reading! Go read their fic rn🔫🔫

Pure smut below the line, warning it’s a lot

Renfield had… messed up.

Why, he should know by now. He has three rules before sundown; One: Always keep their home tidy. Two: Lighting. Vampires may be all knowing, but they cannot see in the dark. Yes, better than a human, but not like a bat.. as some would assume.

And then there’s Number Three. Always have a willing victim. Always have blood.

Tonight, he’d forgotten the most important thing. Rule number Three; His master’s meal. He knew you, he knew you would not be… violent. You were benevolent, unlike Dracula was towards him when he failed at the only job he was strictly tasked to do. But, the disappointment from his new master felt somehow… even worse.

There was a tall tale about a wild pack of wolves in the area, the villagers were scared to go outside after dark. They’d locked themselves up inside, tidy and warm by their fireplaces, burning wood and roasting meat for supper.

What was most annoying was the fact that, as a half vampire, Renfield could enter someone’s home. But the question wasn’t could he enter, rather, would he.

Renfield knew if he broke into a home, stealing someone for his master’s supper, he’d cause more of a panic. And… well… his Master loved this small town. Its people and scenery paired well with your complexion. You did not want to leave. So, Renfield had to be extra careful.

He had a tendency to scare the locals. Being half crazy will do that. Occasionally.

“Renfield? Has the sun set?” Your voice called from beneath a thickly coated coffin.

“Yes, my master. It is safe to come out.”

Upon the sound of stone grinding against stone, Renfield quickly made his way to his master’s engraved holder and easily removed the lid. After shoving the lid away, his master rose from the dark. You stretched your arms out.

Before you could even usher a, “Good night,” Renfield was quick to spill his failures out onto the table.

“I am so sorry, master—you, you see, no one was outside! There are tales of a.. a wolf pack nearby. The villagers were all hiding. I could not fetch one for your feeding… I had to be careful. Master, you like it here and I could not bare with myself if I were the one to make you leave—”

You only stood, stretching your legs as you walked around on the marble floor of the newly taken castle. Renfield was still babbling on, reasons for which he had no blood, all of which caused butterflies to manifest in your stomach. He was sickly. Sickly sweet, to care so much. The fact that he understood that you, his master. appreciated the town, that you cared for its people and only drank from the subdued… you never killed, Renfield seemed pleased.

“Renfield,” You silenced him with a hand, long pointer finger covering his lips in a line. “I have no dinner. That is fine… I can just drink from you.”

At this, Renfield’s eyes widened. “Master… I do not believe… I would not fill you.” You snickered lightly, covering your mouth with a pale hand.

“Oh, Renfield…” You grabbed his face with thin fingers, pushing his jaw upwards, eyes on his throat. “You are correct. It does not fill me. But, you can satiate me come tomorrow. I will not starve with your blood. It is merely a placeholder for the next delivery I receive from you.”

Renfield let out a relieved sigh, before realizing what indeed his master was saying.

“Oh, master,” He closed his eyes tightly, grabbing a fistful of his collar and pulling it down to reveal more pale skin underneath. “I give you my blood. Take as much as you need.” His eyes looked wild, but he closed them as he tilted his head back. He let you take in more of him with your eyes.

“Have I ever told you you have a most beautiful neck?” His eyes opened with surprise at this comment before he felt the prick of fangs enter his skin. The sensation of the bite was enough to have him wince, before it was replaced by some strange, tingly feeling.

He’d only felt this once before. The night that Dracula had bitten him, the night he had become his slave. Though, this felt different. It was not entirely painful. He felt at ease. Perhaps almost… euphoric.

Excitement flooded his veins, eyes rolling back as his master’s tongue darted over the fresh wounds and suckled hungrily. He didn’t realize his pants had grown tight until your thigh slithered between his, pushing him up against the nearest wall.

“M-Master,” He whined quietly. “Please, oh please master…” Their mouth sucked at his skin, drinking up his blood that was dutifully flowing for them and only them. Renfield’s hands found purchase in a black, lace sleep-shirt, pulling at the texture and scrunching it up. Forgetting about the fabric, the two became entangled in their ways.

One enchantingly leeching, the other obsessively whining out pleads and cries of want and need.

“What is it that you need, Renfield?” His Master had spoken between the sucking of his skin, no longer just lapping up the crimson staining his collarbone. You were now leaving bruises, red and purple and blue in this wake of horrid torment.

Renfield had his arms wrapped around your neck, lips spread as a way to speak his master's name with need. “I need.. I need you..” Your thigh twitched against him, causing a long moan to fall from your servant’s lips. “I need release. Please. Can I take them off?” His eyes were too pitiful. You could not, with good conscience, restrain him any longer.

“You’ve been a good pet. Let me.” A hand, previously squeezing Renfield’s thigh, moved to the man’s waist. Unhooking his suspenders, you felt yourself giggle at the silly things. After all these years, he still found suspenders over belts to be the most flattering. “You want to make this hard for you, hm?” Your tongue trailed his throat, unable to restrain your low, guttural sound. “Wearing these strings, confusing my hands of where to go, when all I want is to touch your cock.”

Renfield could only quiver, he could not help the way his body craved his master. He could not contain his feelings, physical pain needing to be relieved by the undoing of his pants. “P-Please, master! I need it. Please, don’t stop. I do not intend on making things harder, please…”

“Hm, what do you need, pet?” A whimper fell from your slave’s lips, feeling as your hand slipped under his trouser’s waistband, holding him in a delicious way.

“Th-that! Oohhh, master—master, please. You know what to do! Do not embarrass me, do not make me say such things!” He whimpered, he cried, desperate to keep his mouth shut. Every small movement against his cock, especially due to him being confined to the fabric of his trousers, sent a wave of embarrassment over him.

It was adorable. The begging he was just not to beg. Though, you were still hungry. Of course, you’d get your fill first. You bit down on Renfield’s throat, harder than before, his cock jerking at the sensation. The pleasing feeling came once again, causing the pathetic man to whine loudly. He felt like a slut, a dirty slut, to be saying such things. To be making such noises.

“I am going to need to hear you say it, Mr. Renfield.” You teased him, reaching further and taking all of him in the palm of your hand. This caused an explicit groan to fall from his lips, halting to a pathetic croak. “I’m going to need to hear what you want me to do.”

“Please touch my cock. Make me cum. Make me cum from your touch and your touch alone! I crave it, I crave you, master! Please! God, help me, please!”

“Oh, my beloved.” They cooed, beginning to stroke his cock up and down. “Yes, good boy. Look at you.” He let out another pathetic whine, happily sighing as he felt he was getting his way. But he was wrong. Closer and closer he felt to his climax, the feeling of his master’s palm enclosing his cock was too good, he felt the buildup too quickly. Pairing that with the feeling of euphoria clouding his thoughts from all the bites, the sucking of his neck, he teetered so close to the edge he almost couldn’t tell he was about to spill any second.

“So good for me. So good for your master… although, you’ve seemed to have gotten one thing wrong.”

Renfield’s eyes widened from their half lidded state, feeling their hand tighten around his cock. That’s it, that’s it! Just, just some more..! He did not care what he’d gotten wrong, he had no idea. All Renfield knew was that you were touching him perfectly.

“Why… there is no God. He’s not going to be able to save you.” Your stroking slowed until your hand retracted from his trousers. He let out a cry, as if wounded, panting desperately in confusion and exhaustion and desperation to cum. Just on the brink, vision painted in black and white.

“No! Master, master no no, no! Please!” Renfield was out of options, he could only cry out and plead, hoping you would take pity on him. “Please finish this! I can’t.. I can’t..!”

Both of your hands grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep and intoxicating kiss. Mainly to shut him up, adorable as he is, you couldn’t listen to his pathetic whining any longer. Tasting his own blood on your tongue caused Renfield to roll his hips, grabbing out with no control. You truly were intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough. You frowned, he was not listening. You must teach him again how to listen.

Then you whistled sharply. Renfield seized, taking back his hands as if he’d been shocked. “But, master… I…”

“Turn around.” His eyes widened once more. Oh, oh benevolent master! He obeyed, turning around to find himself being pushed against an old piano. His neck was still dripping blood, no doubt driving you crazy, but you knew better than to give into the blood lust.

He looked pathetic. You realized… you must give your slave what he needs. Some release, some solace.

“Do what you know how to do, slut.” Renfield moved almost automatically, he unclasped his suspenders and dropped his trousers with the snap of your fingers. Then your fingers, grabbing at his thighs to separate them, touched him softly. The coldness of the piano had Renfield’s cockhead twitching, he softly whimpered in need.

“Please. Please, master, oh please. Make me undone. Finish what you’ve started...” You wet your pointer and middle finger with your tongue and with your other hand, you shoved him closer onto the piano. His face squished hard against the wood as you got down on your knees, and inserted a finger into his hole.

His legs twitched, separating more to the point he looked so pathetic taking your finger so easily. His hands stayed above his head, balling into fists as he struggled against riding back on his master’s fingers.

“Good boy, Renfield. You know better. Let me make you feel perfect, hm? You’ve served me well enough.” Your finger slipped back out, before they slowly inserted back in, two this time. You began thrusting your fingers softly, squelching noises filling the room with the filthy deed. His legs shook, their fingers reaching deep inside.

Then you hit the spot, the spot that made Renfield see stars. Upon finding it, you grinned, running your other hand up his shaking thigh. “That’s it, good boy. Take my fingers like the slut you are. Hmm. Am I touching you just right? Is that why you are shaking like a leaf? Are you gonna cum all over the floor, Mr. Renfield? Are you going to cum with my fingers in your ass?”

“Such dirty words, master.. I—“ He cried out, legs shaking horribly at the feeling of his master touching that one spot again. And your free hand wrapping around and stroking his sensitive cock. Renfield had no idea what he’d done to have you believe such a reward was worthy, but he prayed to a god that didn’t exist that it would happen again.

“Are you close, Renny? Are my fingers touching you so good you can’t stand?” Yes. It was true. All of his weight was being layered into the piano lid, Renfield was unable to keep himself up-right at all.

“Y-Yes master! Ohhh, master. Once, once more—that’s—!”

One more thrust inside one more curl of your fingers, one more stroke to his pink and leaking cock, all had him cumming violently. His legs shook with an intensity, having no control over himself or the way he stood. He might as well have collapsed into himself.

“M-Master! Fuucckk!!” He cried, but the pleasure didn’t stop. His master kept stroking, kept thrusting, kept curling. He felt lost to your touch, entire body shaking from overstimulation when he felt the knot in his belly tie again, all too quickly. “Master please! I can’t take it! I’m, I’m, I—“

He felt his cock twitch again, kicking to spill his seed all over the large, marble floors. He whimpered and cried out to his master, who removed their fingers, yet kept milking his cock for all Renfield was worth.

“Good boy, Renfield. How was that, my meal?”

#renfield #renfield smut #renfield x reader #dracula 1931 #renfield 1931 #robert montague renfield #r.m. renfield #dwight frye

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bonkie-barnes · 3 years

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Spoons

natasha romanoff x gn!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: chronic illness, mention of medicine, self deprecating thoughts

A/N: this is me 1000% projecting about my guilt that comes with my chronic illnesses. they're kicking my ass rn. this is a vent fic, but if you resonate with this at all, i hope you enjoy :)

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock on Natasha’s bedside table has been going off for a full minute already. You merely roll over and cover your head with Natasha’s pillow. It smells like her.

You have absolutely no energy to get up, let alone reach across the bed to turn the alarm off. Your head feels heavy and your body aches something terrible.

The list of chores you have to do around the house today sits uncomfortably in the back of your mind. The list of friends who have texted you about making plans to hang out sits there too. The idea of staying in bed all day sounds more and more appealing by the second. You know this because the alarm is still blaring into the otherwise peaceful morning air.

Just as you’re gathering the strength to sit up and turn the alarm off, Natasha walks in. She looks at her watch and her brow furrows in confusion.

“What are you doing, sleepyhead?” she asks you with a little smirk. There is concern in her eyes, though she masks it well.

You’re both fully aware the alarm has been going off for seven minutes straight now.

“Just tired, love. You know how much work it takes to reach over,” you say in a joking manner, hopeful that you can get past this without worrying her too much.

Natasha eyes you suspiciously for a second before giving in.

“How was your workout?” you ask her sincerely.

As she starts rambling about her morning activities, you feel a sense of shame. You’ve barely managed to wake up in the time it’s taken her to complete a full workout routine. Hell, you couldn’t even find it in you to turn the alarm off.

You finally focus on her rant as it comes to an end. Natasha is looking at you expectantly. Shit. She’s asked you a question.

“Huh?” you grunt.

She chuckles before answering, “I asked if you were ever going to get up and get in the shower, stinky.”

You put on a fake smile but fail to meet her eyes, the shame eating you up. It has been a few days since your last shower, but it’s just so hard to find the strength and energy to get up and stand in one place for more than a minute or two.

If Natasha notices the far away look in your eyes and the grimace on your mouth, she doesn’t say anything.

After one of the quickest and most unproductive showers you’ve ever taken, you find Natasha waiting for you in the kitchen. She’s taken it upon herself to make breakfast for you both.

You kiss her cheek and thank her as you sit down at the table. The warm cup of coffee she sets down in front of you is a godsend. The warmth emitting from the cup helps to diminish the pain in your knuckles, if only slightly. You send up a silent prayer to whomever might be listening that the caffeine will help with the fatigue today instead of making you sick.

Natasha sits down in the chair next to you with her own plate. She runs her eyes over you in a scrutinizing manner. She wants to think you don’t notice, but you do.

Clearing your throat in hopes to take her focus off you, you ask about her plans for the day.

“Oh, you know, mostly just busy work. I have a ton of paperwork to get through,” she tells you through an exaggerated sigh. “What about you?”

The list of chores screams at you again. “Mostly just some things around the house. Grocery shopping, laundry, boring shit like that.”

Natasha hums around a sip of her coffee. It surprised you just how much cream and sugar she takes in hers. It’s just one of the many unpredictable things about her that made you fall in love.

“Super exciting. I hate to miss out,” she teases you.

You crack a smile to appease her. Inside, though, you realize just how little she understands. These errands seem so simple to her, when to you, they are the most daunting of tasks.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by Natasha standing up to take her plate to the sink. She comes back to kiss your cheek and let you know she’s going to go get ready, before walking out of the room.

You suspect the amount of housework you’ll get done today will be minimal, so you decide to at least make Natasha some lunch. Maybe it will lessen the disappointment she feels when she comes home to see everything exactly as it was when she left, you think.

Your plan is halted as you’re making her sandwich. The stupid cover on the peanut butter jar is stuck. You can’t open it for the life of you. The guilt comes in like a tidal wave. You can’t even do something as simple as make lunch for her, your brain supplies for you.

Natasha returns from getting ready to see you standing in the kitchen with a glare on your tired face.

“What’d the peanut butter do to you this time,” she jokes.

“I can’t.” Tears well up in your eyes.

She comes up to wrap you in a hug from behind. She softly asks, “What can’t you do?”

“I can’t open the jar,” you mutter softly, feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed.

“It’s okay, love. Let me help,” she tells you delicately before kissing the spot under your ear. She can tell this is affecting you more than usual and wishes for nothing more than to be able to take away your distress.

You mutter a thank you before continuing to make her sandwich. You pack everything into a bag and write a small note to finish it off. You know Natasha loves the little messages you leave her periodically, and nothing will stop you from trying to make her as happy as you can.

Goodbyes are said as you both wander closer to the door. Natasha makes sure to hold you longer and tighter than usual. You don’t comment on that.

The silence that encompasses the room as soon as the love of your life leaves is suffocating. You can feel the exhaustion from purely getting up and getting ready creeping up on you. Logically, you know that you shouldn’t overexert yourself, but the shame is eating you up. Already on a roll, might as well keep on going, you think to yourself.

You go back to your mental to-do list and debate what to start with. The grocery store doesn’t sound terrible. Some sun would do you some good. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen the world that exists outside of your house.

Wandering back to the bedroom to get your phone and shoes, you try to push the fatigue from your mind. In your attempt to block out the tiredness, you fail to recognize the ever-present pain in your joints increasing. It’s only when you sit down and bend over to put your shoes on that you register the feeling. Your hips ache severely; so much so, that you can’t hold your position long enough to get your shoe on your foot.

This seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, seeing as you immediately burst into tears. The pain mixed with your inability to do basic, everyday activities completely overwhelms you as you break down.

There’s absolutely no chance that you’re going to complete this task, let alone all the other ones on your list. You let out a sigh as you stand up and shuffle to your room, phone and shoes forgotten in the living room.

You let the weight of your emotions crush you as you climb into bed and under the covers, your wife’s pillow clutched closely to your chest.

Your tears cease to stop, even as you succumb to the sleep you so desperately wished to hold onto this morning.

- - -

Natasha comes home to an eerily silent house. On any typical day, she would come home to the noise of your favorite show or music softly playing, whether it be from a speaker or from your guitar. Your shared house consistently was filled with life and sound. It was one of her favorite parts of her day; coming home to you in your own element, laughing or singing. You are her home.

This newfound silence has her exceptionally worried. Even on your bad days, there was at least a laugh track coming from the TV or the smell of hot chocolate coming from the kitchen. Now, there’s absolutely nothing. For a split second, Natasha thinks that you may never have come back from the grocery. Her heart rate spikes. The sight of your phone on the coffee table and your shoes strewn haphazardly on the floor puts those worries to rest.

“Darling?” she calls from the entryway. There is no response. She carefully removes her boots and coat before moving through every room in the house, calling out for you softly in each.

She makes her way to the bedroom, lightly knocking on the door as she lets herself in. She sees the rise and fall of your chest and is filled with a sense of relief she didn't know she needed.

"Love? Are you awake?"

You grumble out an answer that could be understood as a 'yes'.

Natasha carefully sits down on the side of the bed that you are facing.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" she requests softly, in fear of upsetting the quiet environment of the bedroom and making things worse.

The tears that started up again when you wife called out the first time get even heavier somehow.

"Oh love, come here."

She carefully gathers you in her arms and rests your head on her chest.

"Does this have anything to do with the peanut butter jar this morning?"

You nod. One of your favorite things about your wife is her ability to observe and understand what you're going through.

"I just can't do anything today. Everything hurts and I'm so, so tired," you whisper, followed by a heartbreaking sob.

"It's okay love. Please don't cry," Natasha whispers back.

"But it's not! It's not okay!" You sit up from her chest to let out your rant. "You've done so much today and I could barely wake up. You work so hard and I should be able to do stuff around the house so you can come home and not have to worry about anything," you finish with a sigh.

Your wife puts her hand under your chin, forcing you to look in her direction. "Love, look at me. Believe me when I say that I don't care about the state of the laundry or if the pantry has been stocked. All I care about is you. All I want is for you to be okay. It's killing me that you feel like this and I can't do anything to take it away from you. What I can do, though, is tell you just how proud I am of you. You are the strongest person I know, and I work with the Avengers."

You giggled at that. Natasha smiles at your small second of happiness.

"Are you sure? Because I was going to get so much done today and I was trying to-"

Natasha cuts you off with a soft kiss.

"My love. Listen to me. All I care about is your health and happiness. If staying in bed and catching up on sleep is what you needed today, then that's all I expect from you. I never want you to hurt yourself trying to do more than you can. We all have limits. It’s okay to need a break some days. I love you and I am so very, very proud of you."

With a long look into her eyes, all you find is love and adoration directed towards you. There's no disgust or disappointment as you had anticipated.

"I love you too," you utter quietly.

Natasha smiles and leaves a long kiss on your forehead. "What if we got some pain killers and some food in you? We can even put on your favorite movie. Does that sound good?"

You nod. Natasha gets up to get you some medicine and to order some food, while you get your favorite movie loaded on the TV.

Later that night, when both your stomachs are full and your wife is obnoxiously singing along to the songs in the movie just to make you laugh, you realize just how loved you are.

You don't know how tomorrow will treat you, or the day after that. What you do know, however, is that Natasha will always be there to support and love you. Your pain level and ability to function is always an uncertainty, but your wife's love will never be.

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A/N: as always, i try to keep it gender neutral. if you find a mistake, please let me know! feedback is appreciated! to all my chronic illness buddies out there: i love you, you've got this :)

taglist: @007giu

#natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #my fic #natasha romanoff x reader

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Diluc: Comfort HCs

Oh no worries anon! We’re getting through everything and I can just see the top. I’m not sure if people saw it - probably not - but my entire blog has devolved into “See this genshin character? Animal.” and I refuse to have another cat character so I’m making Diluc a hawk.

Apparently (maybe) Diluc’s bird is a nightingale [voicelines]. But I don’t really see Diluc the kind of guy to serenade you at night in secret because your father doesn’t approve of your marriage.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to fulltimeventisimp. Tumblr throws a goddamn fit when I try to tag people (even though I literally have a tag list but that’s apparently not good enough) so I hope you see this^^ You’ve been so nice and caring to me I feel so soft 😭 and I hope you’re doing alright! I’m remembering to take breaks and rest 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: Relationship HCs [I would read this just for the last point]

Diluc Ver: Jealous HCs

[Masterlist]

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz

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Diluc: Comfort HCs

Diluc has always had either an aloof or professional persona based on who he needed to talk to. In both cases, no matter the subject or how Diluc talked, there would always be some sort of forced distance so no one would mistaken it as familiarity or friendliness. There were only a two cases where he felt comfortable and those were with close friends and his staff. The third case being Kaeya but Diluc prefers to not acknowledge him and stashes that folder away. Even with friend’s such as Jean or Elzer, he could never really relax and let his true feelings slip until you burst into his life. Literally. “An unexpected outcome of an experiment,” is what Albedo had told him but regardless, since you entered his life he’s let himself regress into his younger days and let himself take for once.

Maybe that was why you had gotten so used to Diluc’s touched starved self that, when it was suddenly gone, you were feeling uneasy. Lately Diluc seemed to be spending longer hours at his desk or working at the tavern. You knew that he was just busy and there wasn’t any underhanded reasoning behind it, Diluc wasn’t that kind of guy. But did he seriously have to spend every waking moment, day or night, talking to the same people? When was the last time you saw him for more than two minutes? Diluc isn’t a big fan of idle talking but would it seriously hurt just to catch up? You didn’t even get together to have your weekly chess matches too.

You didn’t consider yourself a very clingy person and you knew what a relationship with Diluc was going to be like so why were you getting so bothered? You decided to take the situation in your hands and go visit him at the tavern only to see him so busy at work. It both made you a bit huffy, you wanted to storm in there and drag the man away from his work so he could stop trying to speed run life - not like that would ever happen because the second hand embarrassment would make you dissolve into the ground and you could never show your face to Diluc if you actually did that - but also making you more upset. Here he was, working and running his business, and you couldn’t go at least a couple weeks without seeing him. You ended up turning around and going home to scream into your pillow and sleep the heavy feeling away.

Your inner turmoil seemed to seep out into the open that Kaeya felt the need to bring it up. As much as Diluc dislikes Kaeya around you, he really does care about you and he still does owe you for the troubles he gave you when you first started going out with Diluc. He catches you while you’re off running errands and manages to coax you into getting some lunch with him. You’ve been bottling up your feelings so much that when Kaeya shows some concern you let it all pour out. At this point you don’t care if it’s Kaeya of all people you’re confessing your feelings to, you just want to get it off your chest because the man you’re in love with doesn’t seem to notice you’re actually there and it’s making you feel insecure about yourself. Kaeya gives you a sympathetic smile and tells you not to worry about it, he’ll personally knock some sense into Diluc.

Diluc’s been hard at work on another possible Fatui plan and business with the winery that he can’t help but feel that he was missing something. Was he overlooking something? He had planned this for a while so everything should be perfect. It wasn’t until Kaeya himself had to walk in, press his hand on the tavern counter, and call him an idiot that he realizes that he had been so wrapped up in his work and personal duties that he completely neglected you. He quickly passes his duties to Charles with a quick apology, throws his coat on, gives Kaeya a very strained thank you, and he’s out the door to find you. He’s already lost so much so he’ll be damned if he looses you. Not right now.

You gave him the key to your home after a few months of being together, in case his he needed to temporarily hide should his night activities get the best of him. He’s already at your door in seconds as he quickly unlocks and steps in.

“Beloved?” he softly calls out to not accidently scare you but he receives no reply. It’s dark inside but he can see your shoes at the door so he knows you’re inside somewhere. He softly closes and locks the door as he hangs his coat up. Carefully running a hand down the fabric and beside your coat as he looks around your small home. He’s always felt it was warm even when you weren’t here. The “home” he has will always be the place he grew up in but after everything that’s happened, he feels a bit alienated in there so he always appreciated that you lent him a key.

He catches the sound of some shuffling and follows the sound to see you under your blankets. He breathes a quick sigh of relief that you weren’t in any danger as he carefully circles around your bed before gently placing a hand on your back. He’s never been good at words or communicating his feelings so he’s at a bit of a standstill. Despite his reputation of being a nobleman of high esteem, you’re his first serious relationship. As far as he’s concerned you’re going to be his only relationship for that matter.

“I...apologize for my recent behaviour. It was never my intention to hurt you. I ended up letting myself get too blinded to see you were in pain and that was my fault. You don’t have to forgive me now but won’t you let me see your face my love?” he asked in all his awkward pose, put him in front of massive event and he’ll perform with flying colours but put him in front of his partner and he stumbles over his worlds like a new born fawn. But it seems to bring a small laugh from you as you peek from under the covers.

He smiles softly as he sees your ears flush pink. No matter how many times he calls you that you always get so shy, he adores it. But he can feel the guilt rise up in his chest, you’ve always been there to support and reassure him that he was doing everything right. That things were going to be okay when he re-took his father’s business and you would be with him every step of the way. So in the best and awkward way that Diluc can manage, he tells you this. By the time he’s done he can feel his own face start to pink but it’s made you feel better so it was worth it.

“Feeling better?” he smiles softly as you nod up at him as he lays down beside you, opening his arms in comfort, “Good, come here.”

You shuffle closer to him as he holds you. It’s been awhile since he’s held you like this and even without realizing it, he’s missed this. Just you and him together, basking in each other’s presence. No work that needed to be attended to. No Fatui trying to cause him any more trouble. It was a safe place and one he didn’t want to let go.

“What if we got married?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then a thud.

You end up scrambling and falling off your bed face first. It’s a bit silent as you give off a pain groaned and climb back up and he can see your face has exploded red. He can almost see steam coming off as you try and nurse your nose. He blinks a bit at you taken aback as you stutter and scream into your hands as your brain seems to process what he just asked. You lift your face from your hands to look at him, somehow go even redder, and scream louder into your hands. He’s not sure if this is something he should be offended or concerned about but the weight he had been feeling earlier starts to fade away as a new and familiar feeling bubbles up. For the first time in half a month, Diluc let’s out a laugh as he tries to console you as you manage out a yes.

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Gripping my writing hand why is no one stopping me? Diluc you’re literally acting like Childe rn. [if anyone is confused ahem Childe: Fiancé HCs (should be in my masterlist)]

Also, I continue to look away from the lore. Kaeya and Diluc are not on the best of terms but if they can have petty rich lady wine talk then Kaeya can walk in and call Diluc an idiot.

I was serious when I said that I researched hawk behaviours. I have learned the internet is horrible in telling me how hawks behave. But I did find this and I found this hilarious:

In the case of the red-tailed hawk, for example, the pair soar, screaming at each other; then the male dives at the female, who may roll in the air to present her claws to him in mock combat.

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duskholland · 4 years

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Okay but, Dom!tom making you ride him reverse cowgirl while he’s on a phone call meeting, and harrison being like what’s that slapping noise? And Tom being like I’m fucking my girl rn because he knows how SHY YOU ARE but he knows you get wet at ppl knowing and him being like the view I have rn mate, and Harrison just being like you’re the worst. He’d love tormenting you but also would reward you for still riding him like a champ during his work call 😏

fuck... I would lose my mind. I definitely had mob!tom in mind when I wrote this, but if you squint, it also works with normal tom. nsfw - 18+ only!!! extended warnings beneath the cut...

extended warnings: thigh riding, elements of exhibitionism, unprotected sex (please practise safe sex!!)

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“There you go, darling. Making a nice wet spot on my leg, aren’t you?”

A strangled whine travels up your throat, and you moan softly as you nod against Tom’s shoulder. Your breaths come out in short pants, arcs of fiery pleasure travelling up your spine from the point at which your soaked, throbbing cunt presses to Tom’s leg. He’s had you grinding against his thigh for what feels like forever, teasing your neck with rough kisses as his hands guide your hips.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” he murmurs, lips by your ear. Shivers pass down your spine as his husky tone travels straight to your clit, and you feel your hole clenching around nothing. “Tell me how badly you want to feel my cock.”

You bite at your lip, pushing your forehead further against his shoulder as you try to keep your composure.

“Bad, Tom. Really, really bad.” This hadn’t been your intention when you’d walked into his office, smirking quietly. You’d expected Tom to take you over his desk, or unravel you with three fingers buried in your heat. You hadn’t expected him to hold you on the edge, passing your soaked heat over his thigh, over and over until you’re practically blubbering from the stimulation. He’s enjoying it - enjoying the whimpers and the moans and the slick that coats his thigh - you know he is. Tom thrives off reducing you to this almost feral state of existence. “Please let me feel you.”

Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you pull your face away from his shoulder and blink up at him, desperation in your eyes. Tom seems to melt, his pupils expanding and his jaw slackening as he takes stock of the flush to your face and the way you’re practically begging him with your eyes to indulge you.

“Mmm, well, because you asked so nicely…” His heavy hands push at your hips, moving you out of the way so he can reach down, play around with his belt, and then carefully pull free his cock. You lick your lips at the sight of his member, flushed and weepy, but as you reach out to touch, Tom bats away your hand. “No, darling,” he murmurs. One of his hands smooths over your cheek, thumb resting over your lower lip. You let your tongue slip out, wrapping around the tip of his finger before drawing it back into your mouth. As you suck on his finger, Tom curses. “Such a fucking minx, aren’t you?” He muses. “Look so fucking innocent, don’t you? Hmm? You walk around like you’re an angel, but both of us know that’s a lie.” He pulls his thumb from your mouth and lets his palm fall over the curve of your ass, causing you to jolt.

“Tom,” you whine, grinding back against his thigh. Now you’ve seen his length, all flushed and full like that, you know there’s nothing you need more than to feel him plugging you to the hilt. “Please.”

Tom smirks at you, brown eyes glinting darkly. Both of his hands pull at your ass roughly, causing you to whimper.

“Turn around, love,” he asks, already helping you with his hands. “Want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock from behind.”

A flush travels through you as you turn in his lap and back up, whimpering when you feel his hard cock, stiff between your swollen pussy lips. You sit up straighter, feeling Tom’s mouth ghosts over your shoulder as his hand slips between your thighs, guiding his cock until you feel his head, hot and wet, stiff at your entrance

“Gonna ride me, angel?” He asks, voice gruff. He nibbles at your neck until you whine. “Don’t want you to stop until you’ve cum, yeah?”

You nod, almost delirious with want. “Yes, yes,” you murmur, biting back the desire to buckle down. You need to wait for his command. “Please, Tom.”

“Go ahead.”

A loud whine rattles past your lips as you finally let yourself down onto his cock, Tom’s hands firm as they shift to your hips to guide you. He’s big - so big that it makes you whimper as you slowly start to ride him, enjoying every pleasurable sensation as you feel his cock rock against your hot centre. You reach out to hold the edge of his desk, the glass cold against your clammy skin as you use it as an anchor, keeping you in place as you start to lose yourself in the feeling.

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart,” comes Tom’s voice, raspy and thick with accent. Every now and again, he ruts his hips up to meet your pelvis, and you groan loudly as his tip knocks up against your sensitive g-spot. “Look so fucking good like this, fucking yourself on my cock. Wish I could look at this forever.” He drops his hand over the curve of your ass again and you whimper, feeling a tightness forming in the pit of your stomach.

You move in sync for a while, your pants and the sound of slapping skin filling the office. Tom’s giving with his praise, soothing you with his low uttered sentiments, praising you for the way you’re making him feel, urging you to go faster, rougher, to push the both of you over the edge. You’re lost in it, gasping and biting at your lip, pressing yourself closer to heaven with each rotation of your hips.

You’re so lost in it that you don’t hear Tom’s phone ringing, not even aware of it until you see him reach out and grab the device on the desk. One of his hands shifts to your lower back.

“Keep going, love,” he mutters, voice tight. “Don’t fucking stop.” Your jaw drops as you realise what he’s doing, but before you can question him, Tom answers his phone. “Haz? What’s up?”

For a moment you considering stopping, embarrassment churning alongside your arousal as you contemplate the thought of Tom’s friend hearing something obscene down the line, but then Tom angles his hips up to meet you, and the sensation of his tip brushing against you so deeply makes your mind go numb. So, you grip the table harder and continue, your orgasm only drifting nearer as you hear Tom carry his conversation with Harrison, his voice tight and rushed.

“Aye, yeah. The papers are a mess, you’ll need to look at them tomorrow. Hey, wait a second bro, yeah, just-“

You can’t see what he’s doing, and for a moment, you think Tom’s disconnected, but then he reaches out and puts the phone on the desk, the screen bright and showing the call.

“-Right, keep going. Just put you on speaker.”

Tom’s hands return to your hips, and immediately you turn around, an ache building in your neck as you glare at him. He raises his eyebrows, fingers squeezing at your flesh as he gives you a look as if to say go on.

“Yeah, so, as I was saying, I think I’ll come around in a couple hours to get the scans-“

You grit your teeth, trying to drown out the sound of Harrison’s static voice as your thoughts travel back to the matter at hand. You’re so wet - you feel your arousal dripping down Tom’s cock as you continue to ride him, a sweat breaking out across your forehead. Somehow you manage to reduce your moans to laboured breaths, and for a few minutes, Tom keeps up conversation, Harrison seeming none the wiser. But it all falls apart when Tom tilts you to the side and the position shifts, your eyelids fluttering shut as the angle brings him in deeper - at the expense of a few very loud sounds of skin against skin.

“-What’s that noise? Sounds like slapping?”

Tom keeps his hands on your hips, urging you on as you bite back a whimper.

“I’m fucking my girl,” Tom replies, easily. You bite back a gasp, and you’d have looked around at him if he didn’t distract you by weaving a hand between your legs to play with your clit. The added stimulation adds to your desperation, and the fact that Harrison knows you’re getting railed makes your cunt clench.

“Fucking hell,” Harrison mutters.

“I have the best view right now, mate,” Tom adds. “You should see her.”

You let go of the desk, sitting up and pressing your back against Tom’s front, your breathing heavy as you feel your climax linger. As you continue to move up and down, his lips work across your shoulder, biting at your skin as you hold back your whimpers. Tom’s lips travel up to your ear, and he adds, softly,

“I can feel how wet you just got. I know you fucking love the thought of Haz hearing us. I know how close you are too, darling. You want to cum, don’t you? You want to cum, with Harrison on the line? Let him hear those pretty little screams, hmm?”

You find yourself nodding, squirming in Tom’s lap as his calloused fingers play with your clit.

“Please,” you whisper, eyes screwed shut.

“Do it,” Tom mutters. “‘Cos I’m about to blow it, love, and I want to feel you cumming around me as I fill you up.”

Your eyes roll back as you finally tip over the edge, your orgasm sweeping over you in large, warming waves. Tom’s hands are slippery on your sides, wet with hot sweat, and he bites at your shoulder as he follows suit, cumming with a low groan. You feel his cock pulse, painting your walls with his seed, and together you unravel.

It’s all pants and lazy open-mouthed kisses as you twist in his arms, still attached at your centre. You hold the back of his head with shaking fingers, kissing him roughly until Tom’s hand moves away from your clit.

“Fuck,” you mutter, pushing your forehead to his. After a moment, you pull back and look at the desk, nervous until you realise his phone screen has gone blank. You reach out for Tom’s phone, grabbing it and turning it on curiously.

Harrison: you’re ridiculous.

“What does it say?” Tom asks, pecking your cheek. You repeat the message, and he grins, eyes dancing with amusement. “He loves it really,” he says, before wiggling his eyebrows. “You do too, don’t you?”

You shrug, licking your lips. “Maybe.”

Tom chases your lips with his mouth, inflamed and warm. “Did well for me, though,” he says, eyes glinting. He kisses you again, hand shifting back towards your clit. “I think I should reward you for taking me so well, don’t you?”

You nod, a smirk biting at your lips. “Go ahead.”

#im crying #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.filth #anonymous #smut

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olivetreehugger · 3 years

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Okay so I’m in a brainrot mood too rn but Reiner gives me big service Dom energy. Cause like I feel like if you were to ask him to fuck u till u can’t think straight he’ll do it no problem he just won’t do anything unless u ask of him. Also feel like he’s a praise whore which ties into what I said previously. Aftercare is good too cause he’s such a sweetheart and he would 100% fold if you were to continue to praise him afterwards with kisses.

oh YES

picture this

note: this one’s long, sorry about the crappy grammar it is LATE, also the first time I’ve ever written smut so be gentle lol…also afab reader (honestly written from my perspective let’s be real), MINORS DNI/NSFW

-you come home from work absolutely exhausted, but really all you’re thinking about is how warm and achey it is between your legs

-you’ve been thinking about your husband all day and since he left for work early this morning, he wasn’t able to take care of his baby’s needs

-so you shower, running your hands over your breasts, gently tugging at your nipples as the hot water washes over them. You imagine Reiner’s tongue on them, sucking and tugging with just a tiny bit of teeth, eliciting the softest moans from you

-it grows warmer and wetter down there, the ache becoming almost painful as you think about your husband’s body hovering above you, holding you tight as he ruts his hips into yours, cock buried deep inside you

-you get out of the shower and dry yourself off hurriedly. You need release and you need it NOW

-just as you're about to lay on the bed and start touching yourself, you hear the front door open. a set of keys jingle and you hear, “I’m home, dove!”

-a sigh of relief escapes your lips. you look down at the towel encircling your torso and decide to greet him naked, the idea so tantalizing you can’t resist it.

-“dove? I said I’m home!” He calls, voice laced with concern. You hear his heavy footsteps come closer.

-you confidently you strut into the hallway, naked as the day you were born. you catch him halfway, and he just STARES.

-“hey, baby,” you greet him with a coy smile. you cross your arms behind your back and tilt forward ever so slightly so your breasts take center stage

-hazel eyes slide down your body hungrily just as you’d hoped.

-“are you gonna give me a kiss or are you just gonna stand there?”

-Reiner immediately closes the gap between you both, his lips crashing into yours with such hunger that you think he might just swallow you whole.

- you kiss him desperately, tongue sliding into his mouth, eager to taste him, to swallow his worries and stress and just take him into you

-without releasing your mouth, Reiner scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom

-he gently lays you down, only breaking the kiss to look into your eyes and tell you how beautiful you look

- “all for you, my love” you breathe, running one of your hands over his clothed dick.

-a soft grunt leaves his lips; he’s rock hard.

-“tell me what you want” he says, tearing his clothes away, revealing bit by bit his stunning figure. Finally he pulls off his pants, his cock springing free and into your awaiting hands.

-as you wrap your fingers around his thick member, he groans, and you smile because you know he is just as desperate for this, if not more.

-your eyes are on his face, his chest, his dick. God he’s so fucking hot, you think to yourself. how'd I get this lucky?

- “fuck me silly,” you say, one hand snaking down to touch yourself. “fuck me until I cant think straight.”

- Reiner‘s eyes are focused exactly where you want them to be—on your pussy. You jerk his cock up and down with one hand and touch your wet folds with the other.

-his mouth waters as he watches you caress his cock, tugging the silky skin on the head just the way he liked, while you pump your fingers in and out of yourself.

-you look like a goddess

-“on your back” he growls

-you don’t need to be told twice

-you spread your legs for him and give him the most innocent look with your doe-like eyes, batting your lashes at him with a look that says “come hither”

-it gets him every time

-Reiner gets to work right away, tongue finding your sensitive clit immediately and swirling his tongue around it, sending shockwaves down your spine. you moan shamelessly as he alternates between sucking your clit and lapping up the wetness between your folds, while occasionally dipping his tongue inside you

- “oh, Reiner…” you breathe, the pleasure so intense you can barely speak. “You’re so amazing at this, your mouth feels so good!”

-you know he loves to be praised because he buries his head deeper between your thighs, his pace more fervent

- “I-ah-missed you s-so much today, ah, I m-missed my husband,” you moan, losing your ability to form a coherent sentence

-reiner only stops to say, “I missed you too, sweetheart, now let me hear those gorgeous moans”

-he loves seeing you like this, so desperate for him, unraveling you to your core as he works you towards oblivion -you feel yourself getting closer and closer as he continues his worship of your pussy, and it just hurts so good you don’t want it to end-

- “don’t wanna cum yet,” you squeak, voice hardly a whisper

-Reiner lifts his head, and you giggle because his nose, mouth and chin are coated in a thin sheen of your slick

-“are you sure, dove?” He asks, gently squeezing your thighs

-you nod. Yes, you’re sure. You know this orgasm is going to be a good one and you desperately want to cum with him. He’ll be thanking you later anyway

-Reiner stands up quickly, leaning against the bed to position himself.

-you love how big he his. He could manhandle you, toss you around, whatever. but he doesn’t. he is so gentle that even when you‘re making love, he thrusts ever so slowly and gently, watching your face for any twist of discomfort or pain

-he presses his cock against your hole, and you tilt your hips upwards frantically

-you need him so bad you think youre going to explode

-“just fuck me baby…please!” You beg, squirming with anticipation.

-a light chuckle ripples from his chest as he pushes your hips back down.

-“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let me work.”

-ever so carefully, reiner lines himself up to you and pushes his hips forward. your pussy stretches so deliciously as he slides into you. A gasp of pure ecstasy falls from your lips.

-reiner throws his head back and lets out the most gutteral moan as he bottoms out inside you. Your pussy is the most intoxicating thing in the world to him.

-“you’re so wet for me, dove…” he grunts, his hips pulling back, only to ram them forward again

-you cry out in pleasure as his cock fills you to the brim, the suction of your pussy creating a delicious dragging sensation as he fucked you. It was electrifying

-“look how good you are, baby,” reiner rambles, his voice husky and needy. “my sweet girl, taking me so easily, fuck you’re so tight”

-as he slams into you, the ache in your pussy turns into absolute ecstasy, it twists into a knot inside your lower abdomen and coils tighter and tighter with every thrust.

- “I love you”, you cry out, over and over. “nnh, oh my god, you feel so good love…”

-you can tell he’s starting to unravel because his breathy moans are getting louder and his thrusts are more erratic.

-the knot in your abdomen is getting tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. reiner’s tip is kissing that sweet spot inside you so perfectly, you can feel yourself nearing the edge

-“I’m about to cum!” you squeal, drunk on the feeling of his dick in you. the knot inside you snaps and you tumble into bliss, your walls pulsing around him, drowning his cock in velvety, tight, soaking wet paradise.

-reiner comes undone, spilling himself into you as he gives in to euphoria. he moans sweet nothings into your ear as his hot, white cum coats your walls.

-“fuck I love you”

-“you feel so amazing”

- “you’re so damn perfect”

-The two of you lay like this for a while, him laying on top of you, still inside your warm inner pocket. He gently presses kisses to your shoulder and neck.

-as he continues to pepper you with kisses and praise, you recognize that it was a good idea that you didn’t touch yourself in the shower.

#Reiner brainrot #reiner smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun #reiner headcanons #Aot headcanons

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custardcrazy · 3 years

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Newt x Reader: I’ll Be Seeing You (Part 2)

A/N: HERE IT IS!! PART 2!! i honestly don’t like this one as much as the first one but here you go anyway!!

dunno if i have the motivation rn to make a part 3 but we’ll see

warnings: nothing really, i tried my best to write a reunion

i strongly recommend you read part 1 if you haven’t read it yet!

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Iris

Quite a few years had passed since the day that you had left.

You'd grown up. Finished your (Muggle- or as they called them here, No-Maj) education in America. Opened up a small flower shop in New York City with the funds that you had scraped together after your mother passed away, and with the help of your aunt.

You could say that you were happy. And yeah, you were. You actually had friends now, and you had met some really nice people. But sometimes you wondered if you were really living the life that you wanted to.

There were still people you missed, after all.

It was a dreary spring day, and you were waiting for customers at the counter, checking the clock now and then. You were looking forward to your lunch break.

Suddenly, the door at the front opened, the bell ringing cheerily in greeting to the man who stepped in.

He was attractive, really. Tall and a touch lanky. Messed-up brown hair, with eyes that had a sort of twinkle in them. He was wearing an outfit that suited him well, and was carrying a beat-up leather case.

And- you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but he seemed.. familiar, somehow.

The man approached the counter, giving you a small nod in greeting, and you smiled at him.

"Hello, may I help you?"

"Erm.. ye-yes, can you.. can you tell me what flowers are appropriate to give to a woman?" He seemed to be having a hard time meeting your gaze, and spoke quickly as if he wanted to get this over with.

You recognized an English accent in his voice, and wondered if he was visiting on holiday.

"Oh, of course! Well, you can't go wrong with a nice bunch of roses!" you said, walking out from behind the counter and over to the side of the shop, where bouquets of flowers were displayed on the wall.

You plucked a dozen red roses from where they were sitting in a wooden vase, going to wrap them up in paper and tie it all together with a ribbon.

Moving back to the counter, you put the bouquet down. "Would you like a card to go with these?"

"..Um, alright then."

With a small flourish, you grabbed a thin cardboard square from a pile, and a quill. "To whom shall I address this to?"

"Tina," the man said, then paused. "Pr-pray tell, are you perhaps from Europe? Your accent-"

"I'm surprised that you could recognize it!" You laughed lightly. "I've been in America for so long that it's barely there anymore!"

His mouth twitched slightly, as if he was holding back a smile.

"Oh, and, is that spelled T-I-N-A, or any other way?"

"That's how it's spelled."

You wrote To: Tina down in a swooping cursive font, making sure to keep it neat and tidy. Nobody wants to receive a sloppy note, after all!

"And would you like for me to write down your name as well, or are you remaining a secret admirer?" you asked, not even trying to stop the small note of amusement in your voice.

"M-my name, thanks."

Dipping the quill in the ink pot once more, you looked up at him. "Then your name, please?"

"Newt- N-E-W-T, by the way."

You nearly dropped the card and the quill in your hands, but you quickly recovered.

Dear God.

Sure, the little child in you wanted to wholeheartedly believe that this stranger was the friend you left behind long ago- but the adult in you knew that just sharing a name didn't mean that they were the same person.

(Even if the coincidences seemed a bit too similar to not make this true..)

Though, your heart didn't stop beating a touch faster than usual.

With a small scoff of annoyance, you rolled up your sleeves so as to not get them dirtied in ink.

You quickly wrote down From: Newt, then stuck the card into the bouquet, picking it up and holding it out to him. "That'll be five dollars, please-"

He didn't take it, though, and his eyes widened as he looked down at your now-exposed wrist where the bracelet sat proudly.

"...Y-your bracelet.. how.. how did you get it?" he asked quietly.

You felt your heart skip a beat.

"Well, um, a friend gave it to me, when I was younger," you answered, suddenly finding it difficult to look him straight in the eyes. "I've kept it ever since, as it reminds me of home..,"

"A friend..?"

The air suddenly felt thick, heavy with suspense as you slowly looked over at him, waiting for either him to speak or for you to find the right words to say.

"..(Y/N), it really can't be-" he started to say, but you didn't need to hear anything more.

With a sudden amount of bursting happiness, you put down the bouquet and crossed over the counter, firmly throwing your arms around him.

He felt warm, comforting, and smelled of the earth and a few other things that reminded you of the days spent carefree in the park.

Newt held you close, swaying slightly on the spot.

A minute passed, but neither of you wanted to let go.

This all felt very surreal, actually. Was it a dream? Were you just sick? Hyperventilating? Perhaps you were floating away into the sky, like a kite..

But, the grounding touch of your friend kept you firmly anchored in the present and reminded you that yes, this was really happening.

Before it got too weird, you parted, both smiling as if you had just won the lottery.

"Um.. your bouquet?" you said awkwardly, suppressing the sudden urge to giggle at the giddiness that was running through your body.

"Oh. Yes," he replied, digging into the pockets of his coat. "D-do you take Sickles and such here, or..?"

"No, it's Dragots, but you can take it for free- I still technically owe you for the bracelet, anyway!"

This whole change of events had caused your spirits to rise, and subconsciously, the flowers in the shop had started to brighten up and bloom with your happiness. It seemed that Newt had noticed this, and curiously glanced around before picking up the roses, which were bolder in color than before.

"If you say so..," Newt said carefully.

It looked like he was torn between leaving or staying. And either he didn't know what to say- or was too shy to speak up.

(It was probably the latter.)

"Say, um, would you want to come have lunch or something? My break is just in a few minutes, and I bet I can close up early. My apartment is close by," you piped up, quietly fidgeting with the seam of your rough apron.

Newt seemed a bit taken aback, but still gave you a gentle smile, nodding.

"..I'd like that."

#newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x y/n #newt scamander x you #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #newt scamander imagine #reader insert #self insert #fanfic #fanfiction #newt scamander fanfiction

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judeswhore · 2 years

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“C’mere” he says, holding his warm jacket out for you to take, but you shake your head no. You’d love to wear it, knowing just how warm and fluffy it would be. And how his scent would envelope you the second the material was wrapped around your smaller frame. But you couldn’t. “You’ll get cold and then you’ll miss training. I’m not taking responsibility.” Jude grins at you. He already expected to hear those words from you. From his overly adorable, but just as stubborn girlfriend who would never realise that he’d rather miss a training session or two than see her freezing out in the cold for a second longer. Despite not having said it yet, he loved you with every fiber of his body. There was no way he wouldn’t do everything he could to protect you from all evil. His soft brown eyes land on your cheeks, covered in a rosy blush. The harsh wind was evidently biting at your skin and he couldn’t take it any longer. Jude reached out and wrapped his jacket around your shoulder. He has you rolling your eyes at that. “Eh what’s that eye roll for missy?”, he laughs before pulling you closer by the collar of your - his - jacket, leaving only a few millimeters between his face and yours. His breath fanning your lips in a way that has you shivering inside. “There’s no way I’d let you freezing. You’re too precious.” He watches the corners of your lips curling upwards into that smile he loves so much. That smile he wants to wake up to every morning. That smile he wants to see every evening before falling asleep. That smile he sees forever in. And that’s why he finally says it: “I love you.” He feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, but at the same time his heart feels heavy. What if it was too early? Should he have waited a little while longer? He looks at you somewhat expectantly. There’s surprise swimming in your eyes. A whole lot of that. You certainly didn’t expect him to say those three words. You lean forward, closing the little distance that’s left between you both, pressing the softest of kisses against his lips, but not waiting until he kisses you back. You need to say it. There’s no way you can keep holding it in. “I love you.” Your lips skimming his in the process and before you know it he’s grabbed your face between his big warm hands and kisses you with all the love he can offer and you’re sure that Jude is your forever.

no bc i have ZERO words. i am literally in a puddle on the floor this is amazing anon whoever u are im literally kissing u rn!! THE PULLING HER IN BY THE COAT COLLAR HAD ME UNRESPONSIVE,,, when will it be my turn that’s all i’m asking

honestly bff this is amazing u have made my night

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moralesispunk · 3 years

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Electricity

Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

Summary: Marcus uses your piercings to tease you at a Heroics work party

Warnings: compete p*rn without plot (sorry not sorry), smut, nipple play, use of his metal super power, masturbation, penetrative sex

The loud music and chatter filled the room as you lazily stirred your drink while leaning up against the bar. Another Heroic Headquarter work event and another night your boyfriend had to spend the time appeasing his bosses and any government officials who wanted a photo with the leader of the team of superheroes.

Not that you weren’t proud of him and didn’t want to be here. You loved getting to see him receive the recognition for all the hard work he put in to keep people in this city - in this world - safe. It was that very work that had him trail home exhausted every Friday night, only just staying awake long enough to eat dinner and ask about your and Missy’s day before falling asleep on your lap as you watched whatever old movie was on the TV. You were glad to be by his side as well. He usually kept you beside him throughout the night, his arm wrapped securely around your waist and placing a kiss to your cheek whenever he got the chance, but you managed to get five minutes away from the crowd as you leaned against the bar.

“Lonely?” a voice came from next to you and you turned to see Miracle Guy leaning at the bar as well.

“Just taking a break, that’s all,” you smiled back before taking a sip of your drink as your eyes searched for Marcus.

“Where is Marcus anyway, I’ve not seen him in a while?” he asked as he slid along the bar closer to you.

“Not far, I-” you stopped yourself in time before the gasp left your mouth as you felt a twinge of electricity against your nipple piercing. Marcus, you scorned inside your mind as your eyes worked harder to find him.

With every inch Miracle Guy closed the gap between you until your elbows were touching, the vibrations that ran through the metal bar on your nipples got stronger and stronger until your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping the side of the counter.

“Are you okay?” Miracle Guy reached out to grab your arm as he noticed the redness that was creeping up your cheeks.

“Fine! Ju- just a bit warm,” you waved him off as you stood away from the bar, “I’m going outside for some fresh- air!” you all but shouted the last word as Marcus sent a particularly strong bolt through the metal.

You didn’t wait for Miracle Guy to respond before you were working your way through the crowd towards the door, quickly walking into the toilets and locking the door behind you. The buzzing finally stopped for a moment as you held yourself up against the sink, catching your breath as you splashed some cool water on your chest. Dammit Marcus.

You and Marcus had been together for a while now but you still weren’t used to the way he could manipulate the metal on your body to make you feel so good. You remembered the first time he noticed your nipple piercings, the playful smirk that crossed his face as he looked down at you and used his powers to send the electricity through your body. Looking at the watch on your wrist you knew Marcus would have to stay for at least another twenty minutes before you could make a sneaky exit. Just as you splashed some more water on your chest, Marcus’s voice came from the other side of the locked door as he called your name.

“Are you okay?” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” you called back.

Deciding to have some fun of your own and knowing Marcus would wait by the door until you were out, you reached up your dress and shimmied your panties down your legs. Laughing at the ridiculousness of your actions you switched off the tap and walked towards the door. You unlocked it, opening it enough to see Marcus waiting at the other side.

“Everything okay?” he teased.

“Everything’s perfect,” you laughed back, “but I need you to hold onto something for me until we can go home.”

“Anything,” his face a little more serious now but the playful glint still in his eyes.

You held your hand out waiting for him to reach his out as well before placing your panties in his hand and closing his fist around them.

“Can you keep them safe for me?” you batted your eyelashes at him as you opened the door more to walk out now.

Marcus’s mouth was left hanging open, unable to catch up with his mind that was going a hundred miles an hour. His eyes grew darker as he pushed them into his pocket and watched you walk back into the hall where everyone else was, sure that you were deliberately swaying your hips more than normal. There was no way he was going to last much longer without talking you home, his cock already straining against his trousers as he thought about you bare under that dress. Shit, you really had played him at his own game.

When you reached the door to go back into the hall, you turned around, sending a wink his way and you could see the growl that rumbled through his chest as he began to stalk towards you. You had barely stepped a foot inside before Marcus was by your side and his hand gripping onto your elbow.

“Get your coat,” he whispered in your ear before walking off to say goodbye to his boss.

You couldn’t stop the smile that was plastered across your face as you walked back to where you had been sitting with Marcus earlier, pulling your jacket on quickly and lifting your bag over your shoulder before quickly walking back to the door. Marcus was by your side almost instantly, taking your hand in his as he marched to the exit.

Your legs were only just keeping up with him as he made his way to the stairs, slowing his pace to walk by your side as he helped you down them with your heels on, before he picked the pace back up again. You were thankful Marcus decided to drive tonight, the valet having the car round as soon as he seen Marcus walk towards the exit.

There still hadn’t been a word said between you as Marcus helped you into the car before closing the door and making his way round to the driver’s side, pulling out of the car park. You shifted in your seat, looking over at Marcus as you opened your legs wider in the seat. His eyes never left the road as he brought one hand over, slowly squeezing up your thighs before pushing under your dress and swiping up your folds, chuckling to himself as you moaned and moved your hips against his fingers.

“So wet already,” he teased, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to taste, “you’ll have to wait till we’re home to get any more. You were bad in there weren’t you? Getting me hard so I had to leave early.”

“You started it,” you tutted as you sat up in the seat.

“Don’t know what you mean,” he turned to smirk at you at the red light, the familiar vibrations starting again.

“Marcus,” you whined, you head falling back against the head rest.

“Think it’s time to see if I can get you to cum just from that,” he grinned, setting the car off as soon as the light turned green.

The rest of the drive home felt like eternity as your leg bounced up and down in anticipation. As soon as you were pulled up in the driveway, Marcus had the engine off and was around helping you out of the car in an instant.

“I’m going to check everything is off, you go upstairs and wait for me,” he said as he unlocked the door, holding it open to let you inside, “I want you naked and on the bed by the time I’m up.”

You could feel your thighs clench together at his words. It was only every so often Marcus was this commanding but you loved it. You were already unzipping your dress by the time you got to the top of the stairs, leaving it on the floor by the bedroom door along with your bra and shoes.

You climbed to the top of the bed, sitting up against the headboard as you waited for Marcus. You thighs started rubbing together to release some of the pressure when you heard his heavy footsteps climbs the stairs. When he entered the bedroom his eyes were dark, his glasses now off as he stared down at you on the bed. He began to roll his sleeves up as he stalked towards the bed, kneeling on the end of the bed and reaching for your ankles.

“You look so good laid out like this for me,” he moaned, his eyes trailing down your body before looking back up at your eyes, “think you can be good for me?”

You nodded, holding back the whine in your throat.

“I need to hear you say it,” his voice went lower.

“I’ll be a good girl, for you,” you whined as his hands reached up to your shins before pushing your legs open as he gripped your thighs.

“All for me.”

The vibrations began to flow through the bars on your nipples, making your head hit back against the headboard as you moaned. You could hear him chuckle as he stood back off the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched you writhing on the bed. Your tongue left your mouth to wet your lips as he pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

He began working to undo his buckle, letting his trousers drop to the floor along with his shirt as a particularly strong vibration moved through the metal bar and your back arched off the headboard. Marcus left his boxers on as he climbed into bed next to you, moving your body forward to sit behind you.

He wrapped an arm around your stomach and held your back against his chest, his legs surrounding yours. His other hand reached up to move your hair from his neck, freeing the soft skin of your neck to his lips so he can press sloppy kisses from behind your ear and along your shoulder.

“Marcus, I want you” you whined, your head rolling back against his shoulder and looking up at him.

“I know, baby, soon. Tell me how good it feels,” he leaned down and murmured against your lips.

“S-so good, Marcus. Think I’m gonna- gonna,” before you could finish your sentence a wave crashed through you, Marcus holding you tight against him as your body arched away from him. Marcus leaned down and took your lips in his to catch the rest of your moans, groaning at how you moaned his name into his mouth. When you finally relaxed against him he pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Making you cum without even touching you,” he growled against your lips.

“Marcus,” you whined back.

“I know, baby, I know,” he kissed you once more gently, “you did so good. So good,” he kissed down your neck before moving from behind you and pulling you to lie down against the pillows.

He pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before he covered your body with his as he balanced himself on his forearms by your head. Before he moved again, Marcus leaned down and caught your lips in his in a needy kiss, moaning as he moved his hips against yours. He broke away for only a moment, lifting your leg to wrap it around his waist before pushing into you in one slow movement. He caught both your moans in a kiss as he started rocking against you with sharp hits of his hips against yours, lifting your leg higher on his waist.

“Need you to cum again, baby,” he panted, sitting back on his knees and lifting your legs onto his shoulders.

He kept his hips moving in sharp thrusts against you, his hand coming down to rub against your clit.

“One more, let me hear you” he panted again and you nodded.

His free hand gripped tight at your hip, stopping your head from hitting against the headboard, and one of your hands reached down to grip onto his fingers. He smirked down at you, watching as your mouth opened in moans that didn’t quite form into words. He knew you were close as your hand gripped tighter on his fingers and so leaned down onto his forearms, your legs tight between your bodies as he continued to drive into you.

Your second orgasm of the night hit more powerfully than the second, moaning his name over and over as you gripped tight onto his arms. When your body relaxed he moved your legs back around his waist, his thrusts becoming sloppy before he came with your name leaving his mouth.

He could barely hold his weight off of you, letting his head rest against your chest as he caught his breath. Your hands found their way into the curls at the back of his head, scratching lazily as you came back down to earth.

“I love you,” he sighed, kissing your chest before lifting his head to look up at you.

“I love you,” you cupped his cheek, bringing his face to kiss his lips.

He finally rolled off you, pulling you onto his chest and kissing your forehead.

“I need to clean up,” you whispered into his chest.

“Soon, just- soon,” he sighed, squeezing you closer against him.

Not long after, you heard his breathing steady and small snores come from him. You would get up soon to clean up but for now you would let him cuddle you tight to his chest.

Permanent tag // @phoenixhalliwell @asta-lily @hb8301 @princess76179 @sarahjkl82-blog @spideysimpossiblegirl @blackmarketmummy

#marcus moreno x reader #Marcus Moreno x you #marcus moreno x y/n #marcus moreno fic #marcus moreno fanfic #marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno oneshot #marcus moreno headcannon #headcannon #Marcus Moreno #we can be heroes

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evera6234 · 4 years

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Gotham’s Salty WIP: Chapter I

RATING: T (Teen for cursing and stuff, this may change)

SUMMARY:

Basically, the typical Daminette with a bit of lime and spice. Borderline crack fic bc i cant without humor.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes to Gotham whilst carrying three years worth of emotional baggage, what she does with it, we don't know. Does she lug it around? Probably. Does she kick it off a skyscraper? Not probable, but maybe. Does she use it to drop kick an unsuspecting liar. Most definitely. ~~~> EDITED BY OLLIETHETURTLE ON AO3

Transferred from AO3.

Lemme know if ya wanna be tagged

OK. Umm.. First fic on AO3. K. We doin this, and we starting with this god awful piece of trash. Yes. Life. Fuck.

Things ur signing up for:

Big boi Mari & Chloe Friendship Good Vibes TM

My ass shitting on Adrien bc im a salty bitch (and if u aint about that life, its ok. U can leave bc im not interested in fighting with people. No offence or disrespect to adrien stans but yea)

And Adrien stalker moments

Lila and Alya salt (plz see “im a salty bitch”)

Shitty update schedule, if any. I’m counting on yall to harass me to write.

Marinette & Jason “sibling-esque” relationship bc we all need that

An obscene amount of cursing (as you can already tell)

The class will not be “Our singular communal brain-cell is fucking dead, help.” levels of dumb, but still “I have the IQ of a wet potato sack” levels of dumb.

Eventual negation of canon bc we live that life

“Espresso with a dash of Depresso” Moments TM

I'm originally an MLB fan. So do what you will with that info.

The good old “Ozmav AU” but with some lime and spice

As slow burn as I can

Mental Health stuff and the repercussions of having multiple identities treated completely differently

And the crown jewel of this entire fic… Auntie Harley and Ivy.

And….. sorry…. Ppl will kinda be OOC but im trying my very best.

Tbh I have no idea where this going rn but... i mean… it going somewhere (specifically hell) because everything does. Leave ideas plz, don’t kill me. Just bully me.

So yea. Lemme know what u want and if I want to, I might just squeeze it into the fic (if it fit ofc, im not just gonna add random 50 year time-lapses). I'll try my best ;)))) (<-- my quadruple chin)

Chloe’s head hangs heavy on Mari’s shoulder as the pressurised air surrounding them vibrates with the sounds… of well… a plane. Chloe had a tough couple weeks; late night combat practises with the new team (LB, Hornet, Viperion and Ryuuko) has obviously taken a toll on her partner. Both wrapped in a thick velvet blanket that Chloe remembered to pack (thank kwami) sharing a pair of headphones, both were lulled into a peaceful slumber.

Alya laughs as Lila tips her small glass of diet coke (that a flight attendant painstakingly poured for her) on a sleeping Marinette’s side of Chloe’s blanket, effectively waking her up. “Oopsies! Sorry Marinette! You see, the cabin air has really been worsening my arthritis. I didn’t mean it! I swear! Cross my heart!” apologized Lila with fake concern as Alya giggles beside her.

Marinette, literally seeing Lila’s crossed figures behind her back says “At least Chloe is still sleeping, she needs the rest.” Alya, Lila and her empty cup saunter beck to their seats nearby.

Mari and her class finally land in Gotham’s cold December night. Freshly hushed into a private shuttle, the class are driven to their hotel. It is late: around 3:30 AM. With heavy eyelids the class gazed out the bus’s windows in awe. The merging view of traffic and Christmas lights chase them to their residence. No one really remembers or knows what happened that night. Just the feeling of falling, be it into a white fluffy hotel comforter or into the crisp Gotham air.

“Oh! My! Gosh!!!” hears Marinette as Lila on the bus to Wayne Enterprise. “I feel so. At. Home!” In Marinette’s tired ears, there were more exclamation marks.

“Of course… The only thing that can inhabit Gotham alleyways are cockroaches and villains,” Chloe grumbles beneath her breath, looking out the window.

“What have I ever done to you Chloe?” Lila cries, “I understand why Marinette bullies me, she is a jealous and vile girl. But I thought you, Chloe, want to be a better person, not a bully like that bitch, Marinette!”

“How dare you. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!” Chloe yells as the recent words loop in her mind,

“Not gonna call your daddy, huh?” Alya taunts.

Chloe, with tears in her eyes begins, but is quickly interrupted by Marinette, “No she will not. She doesn’t need to. Chloe grew a lot over the last couple months, I’m so proud of her. She doesn’t need your bitch-ass approval.” Marinette grasps Chloe’s hand which previously wrapped itself around the fabric of Chloe’s heavy caramel winter coat.

“Quiet on the bus!”, A yell came from the front.

“But, Mr. Bus Driver… Marinette is being a…”

“Shut it! Y’all want me to kamikaze this shit into a building? I’m guessing y’all value your lives so shut it!”

“Ms.Guardian, can I please have a cookie?” Pollen softly asks from the inside of Chloe’s giant white faux leather handbag.

“Shh… Pollen! Now’s not the time!!!” stresses Tikki.

“Please Ms. Guardian!!! I’m so so so hungry. This bag isn’t very warm and it’s taking all my energy to keep warm. A lil blubber wouldn’t hurt…. please!!”.

“Of course Pollen,” quietly respond Mari with a grin, “Here you go.” She pulls out a couple cookies from a Tupperware and hands them to Pollen. “Please share them with Tikki,” whispers Marinette into the bag.

Marinette and Chloe then hears two tiny “thank you”s followed by the sound that can only be described increasingly aggressive chomping. Both girls giggle quietly.

“Welcome to Gotham,” says an unenthusiastic man at the front desk. “Congratulations, you are…” He checks his computer. “On time? Interesting.”

“Yes, we are aware,” grumbles Mrs. Bustier, already done with the man’s attitude.

“Okay so before the tour starts I’m doing to need the student who set-up this field trip to sign a couple forms and stuff. Here ya go.” The man pushed a thicc pile of paper into the teachers hand.

“Oooh! That would be me sir!” Lila chirped, intercepting the papers before skipping back to her posse of her’s. A few seconds after beginning to fill out paperwork Lila cries “Ouch! My wrist! My arthritis! Can someone help me filling out all these form.”

“I’ll fill them out, I’m only going to need your signatures,” offered Max.

“Thank you Max, you are so sweet!” Lila complements.

“Of course, your arthritis was badly affected by the altitude yesterday, you shouldn’t be staining your wrist so early!” Max blushed.

“Maribug, you gonna to say something?”

“Nah, just watch. Entertainment without a Netflix membership.”

#dcu x mlb #dc x miraculous #daminette #maribat #marinette deserves better #chloe redemption #ozmav #ml salt #adrien salt #alya salt #lila salt #chloe sugar #we love chloe in this house #aunty harley and ivy of ya'll stick around #cross-posted on ao3 #miraculous salt

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vickyskpopkingdom · 3 years

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Baekhyun :: working blues

request: Hii! Im rlly into baekhyun's new album rn and i was hoping u could write a fluff where ur just having a rough day and he sings u to sleep pls!! Rlly like ur fluff writes btw 💕💕

thank you so much for your kind words! i haven't written about exo in a long, long time but i hope that you still like what i came up with!

warnings: overworking, stress

1.8k words, gn reader

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Sometimes you felt like the world was collapsing on you. The weight on your shoulders got too heavy at times and you were just tired. So tired, so tired. Today was one of those days.

The work you had to do didn't seem to end. At this point you couldn't even count how many e-mails you had answered, how many texts you have read, how many calls you made and how many words you have written. Your eyes were so tired they started to water at the sight of the bright screen of your laptop in front of you. When had it become so dark around you? Hasn't it been noon just a few minutes ago?

A quick glance through your bedroom window and towards the clock on your wall told you something different. It was already eight p.m., the streetlamp outside your window was the only source of light right now other than your laptop. With a sigh you leaned back into your chair and tried stretching your arms as well as your neck and legs. Every joint in your body seemed to make a protesting cracking noise and as you tried to massage your neck, your muscles burned with protest.

You sighed again. Maybe you really should invest in one of those fancy office chairs that claimed to be a blessing for your whole body. At the thought of the price however you shook that thought out of your head.

Standing up you got through another round of stretching your whole body and decided to check out the kitchen for food. It only hit you as the dim light of the fridge illuminated your face that you were supposed to go grocery shopping today. Empty shelves greeted you back and your stomach grumbled angrily.

You tried hard not to scream out of frustation. Nothing wanted to work your way these days and you were honestly so tired of it. For some time you were able to tell yourself that everything would work out and that you would find your working blues again but that was yet to happen. Quietly you closed the fridge door again, sliding down against it to the floor.

The project you had been assigned at the start of last week was way more complicated than you had anticipated, the sources you were thinking of using turned out to be a scam. Adding to that the promotion you had been so sure of getting had been given to someone else and while you could understand that they deserved it, you were sure that you would have deserved it as well. Not only was your fridge emtpty but you had been neglecting your healthy eating habits for quite some time now, which only frustated you more.

And today all of these things seemed to add up all at once, crushing you under their weight.

When was the last time you really had a good nights sleep? You had worked late and gotten up early, eating only bits and pieces of instant food, sitting at your desk all day and falling into bed only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. Right now you were fighting to keep the tears at bay but the merry-go-round in your head kept spinning, piling up more and more worries.

When was the last time you had seen your friends? When was the last time you even properly talked to them? You were always telling them that you were busy with work when they asked to hang out. They never pressured you to still come with them but you knew that they would love to see you again even for a few hours. Yet you still could not get yourself to take their invitations, the thought of your unfinished project sitting in the back of your head constantly.

When was the last time your boyfriend--?

Just as the tears started flowing down your face the doorbell rang. Its sound surprised you so much that you jumped up, your heart beating fast. The clock in your kitchen read nine p.m. One hour went by while you were staring holes in the walls and drowned in your thoughts.

You couldn't really think of a reason why someone would visit you this late, on a weekday nonetheless. But not answering the door wasn't an option either, you would just start to worry about 'what-ifs'. So you decided to take a peak through the peephole in your door.

Your heart picked up its pace at you saw a familiar face illuminated by the light of a smartphone-screen, lookin worried and confused. Fumbling with your keys you opened the door and the person looked up from their phone.

"Hey Bambi, are you okay?"

Baekhyuns voice filled your ears as soon as he looked into your face. He eyed you up and down, making sure you were alright. "I texted and tried to call you for at least two hours now. There was no reaction from you whatsoever."

As you allowed him to step into your home, you sighed. "Sorry, I threw my phone across the room at one point and didn't pick it up again."

Your boyfriend chuckled as he got rid of his shoes and coat, placing both neatly onto their usual spots in the entrance of your flat. Just the sight of him, doing everyday things, smiling, talking was an instant boost for your mood. Now that he was here you fully realized just how much you had missed his presence.

"Why would you throw your phone?", Baekhyun questioned.

You made a dismissive move with your hand, not wanting to talk about the infuriating call you had to make a few hours ago. "I was frustrated", you only said.

Together you and Baekhyun made your way towards your bedroom. Just as you stepped into the room and turned on the lights you remembered the state you left your working place in. But it was too late to make him turn around now. Quickly you tried to tidy up the place a little bit, hiding the traces of your overworking as Baekhyun cleared his throat to gain your attention.

"Are you drowning yourself in work again?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. This wasn't the first time he had seen you piling up work on your shoulders and ending up being unable to do anything else. Back then you had promised him to take better care of yourself or at least take real breaks once in a while to catch a breath.

"Maybe...."

Now it was Baekhyuns turn to sigh. "Did you eat today? And before you answer i mean 'eat a proper meal'."

Picking up your phone from the floor you sat yourself down on the bed. "No, not really. It's just this project..."

Baekhyun shook his head at you, but you still noticed the small smile on his face. "You are such a hard-working person. But you need to allow yourself some time to breathe, you know?"

His voice was calm, sounding like music to your ears. Even after all this time you had been in a relationship with him you were still surprised by how easily he could make you relax.

"Yes, I know."

"And since I am such a caring and awesome boyfriend", he said, rustling with a plastic bag you only now noticed in his hands, "I brought you some food."

As you looked into his smiling face you couldn't help but ask yourself how you got so lucky.

The meal was good, it was your favorite and having Baekhyun by your side made you feel even more grounded. It almost felt like you gained new energy after a week of complete exhaustion and constant worrying. While you were eating the both of you talked about everything and nothing, catching up, telling stories and sharing your newest netflix suggestions.

The evening proceeded and your eyes landed on the clock again. It was late, if you were still caught up in your workaholic-lifestyle you would have already been asleep right now. However surprisingly you currently were not even close to worrying about getting up the next morning. What bothered you most right now was that this evening would end and eventually you would have to go to sleep an wake up in the morning, getting back to your work.

Baekhyun seemed to notice the frown on your face sooner than you could hide it again. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged. "This is nice, simply being together with you. But you probably have to leave soon and then tomorrow I have to work on this stupid project again."

"I can stay the night, if you want me to of course."

"I didn't want to pressure you into--"

"You didn't", he interrupted you, before you could end the sentence and feel like you made him stay against his will, "I actually wanted to ask if I could stay anyways. Tomorrow is one of my free days. I could even keep you company while you work."

Your chest felt warm at his words. "I would love that."

Soon you two found yourselves back in your bed, bodies entangled with each other, quiet breaths sounding through the room. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but as soon as you closed your eyes all you could think of was the next morning, the project, the unanswered emails, the calls.

"Still can't calm down, Bambi?", Baekhyun whispered in your ear, while slowly stroking your hair.

With closed eyes you shook your head. "I can't take my mind off of work."

The next thing you heard was quiet humming coming from Baekhyun. You could feel the vibration of his vocal chords against your own body. His voice really was a blessing for everyones ears, he could carry emotions through singing that you weren't even able to put into words. His songs made you happy, they made you cry occasionally, they made you feel calm or made you miss something you didn't even knew existed. It was a gift.

His humming transformed into words, calmly sang into the otherwise dark and quiet room.

It's a night filled with a single stream of light

You're my timely rain, Bambi

I don't want to waste even a second of this night just

being the two of us

As you listened to his singing, you could finally feel your muscles relaxing, your brain calming down and your whole body drifting towards sleep. There were no worrysome thoughts turning your mind upside down anymore, there was only Baekhyun and his voice filling your head with images of your favorite places, your favorite memories and him. The warmth of his body under the blankets made you feel safe, at home. This was were you belonged.

And while Baekhyun continued with the song you fell into a deep sleep, one that you deserved after all the work you had done. You already knew that you found your blues again. Everything would work out again, just like you had always thought yourself. And all you had needed was just a small push in the right direction from the right person.

I don't want to wake up from this dream, keep this tempo

I hope the sun doesn't rise while I keep my eyes closed

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I really hope you enjoyed this one! It was nice to write something again but I do feel like i am a little bit out of training i guess haha

and also if you feel like the reader in this scenario, please remember that there will be better days & that life is more than working day to day! take a break, make some tea, get some fresh air and get back to your work with a fresh mind; you can do it!!

#baekhyun #byun baekhyun #bbh #baekyhun imagine #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun fluff #x reader #baekhyun x reader #gn reader #exo #baekhyun bambi #exo scenario #exo imagine #exo x reader #baekhyun fic

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lordkambe · 4 years

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🎠 title, type, word count: mister president, one-shot, +2k

🎠 character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠 genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only

🎠 themes, triggers: oral ( f receiving ), intense fingering, explicit descriptions

🎠 brief summary: y/n is an employee at the agency. after being caught in the rain, fukuzawa invites y/n to his place. things heat up. p*rn without a plot tbh.

🎠 author’s note: i am once again yearning about meeting fukuzawa in the rain. this short little one-shot is inspired by an r18 asmr i heard a couple of days ago. i hope you enjoy it ~

the rain was heavy, unrelenting but more importantly unexpected. nevertheless you persevered and were hellbent on returning home. the only thing protecting you from the rain was your coat and the bookbag above your head. your feet pressed against the pavement causing the puddles underneath you to splash.

"y/n."

you turned at the sound of the voice from behind you. underneath the large brim of the umbrella the figure held was fukuzawa, your boss. you'd been working at the agency for a few months alongside naomi and haruno. without much responsibility to your job you didn't expect the president to remember you by name.

you turned to him and bowed in respect. he stepped closer to you the brim of his umbrella now shielding you from the rain. frozen you stood there only inches away from the older gentleman. looking directly at his chest you felt his eyes looking down at you.

"how far is your home?"

tucking the strands of your wet hair behind your ears you looked up at him and responded. "i have to catch the train to get home, i live by the docks."

fukuzawa looked at the horizon.

"that won't do." he said in a low tone. "we can go to my place."

you nearly choked and were quick to thank him for his kindness but you couldn't possibly accept his offer. "mister president, i don't -- i'm thankful but i don't think i should."

"i insist."

now you couldn't resist but to take him up on his offer. you stood closely to his frame as he escorted you to his home. on the way there you stole glances to look up at him. he asked you about your day, how you liked the agency. you'd never heard him speak beyond a few words before but somehow the security he provided you felt like that didn't matter.

within a few blocks the two of you finally found refuge in his home. you watched him trade his shoes for his house slippers and he offered you a pair as well. you stood near the door holding the book bag in front of you unsure of what to do.

"if i knew this were the case, i would've brought something."

"don't be silly." fukuzawa assured you. "there's no need, you can go ahead and take a shower. i'll lend you some clothes."

you nodded your head and entered the bathroom. undressed and now in the shower the warm water fell across your body rinsing away the cold sensation from the rain. underneath the water you stood there and thought for a moment about where you were. you couldn't believe what was happening.

the admiration you had for fukuzawa extended beyond past admiring him as the president of the agency. it was a puppy crush you thought but after the kindness he showed you today it made you fall deeper into your possible delusions. you finally exited the shower and dressed in the clothes he'd given you.

it was a dress shirt that went a little past your knees. he'd offered you a pair of sweatpants as well but considered the shirt fit you like a dress, you opted to not wear the pants. you exited the shower running your hands through your wet hair as you did. "president?" you called out.

you walked into the kitchen where fukuzawa was preparing tea. he stopped to look at you.

"where are your pants?" he asked with his cheeks flushed.

"i-, oh. the shirt fits me like a dress so..."

"fits me like a dress?" he repeated softly.

"what?"

"oh... nothing, i was talking to myself." he cleared his throat and looked down at the tea cups on the table in front of him. he was flustered and you played dumb.

you walked past the table and stood a few inches away from him. as you did the rain outside was furious causing the lights to flicker off. the sudden darkness startled you and instinctively you wrapped your hands around fukuzawa's arm. you pressed your figure close against his and hid your face in his arm.

you feel his figure tighten but he doesn't mention it.

"you're trembling." he decided to note.

you want to let go but you can't seem to bring yourself to. the lights flicker on once more and when they do your hands loosen. you let go and looked away in embarrassment.

"cute." you swore you heard him say it.

"y/n?" he asked and you turned around.

fukuzawa stepped closer to you and the space between you two laced together. with wide eyes you looked up at him mesmerized by his delicate features. caught up in the moment you rise to your toes and join your lips with his. your fingers tugged the fabric of his robe as you loosened into his touch, and him into yours.

your lips parted from his but the closeness between the two of you remained. he looked down at you and tucked a strand of hair away from your cheek.

“nobody at the agency can know about this.” he told you sternly.

“yes, mister president.”

your lips meet again with such haste. his kissed you passionately and it felt like heaven. both of your lips parted open and your tongues began to wrestle. he pressed your figure against the wall behind you.

“i’ve always admired you.” you admitted between labored breaths.

“as have i...you know how you make me feel when i see you at the agency y/n?”

he doesn’t give you time to answer his lips are attached to yours.

“you look... so cute. i have to restrain myself.”

“a man like you has to restrain himself?” you managed to whine out. you felt his length harden against your thigh and the knot in your stomach tightened. you felt the warmth between your legs grow warmer and warmer with each kiss he gave you.

he responded with a mumble you could barely make out. he was occupied with giving you with kisses you took it a step further and grinded your hips against his. it earned a soft gasp to leave fukuzawa’s mouth. he parted from you and traced his thumb under your lip.

“such a bad girl.” he teased.

“then maybe you should teach me a lesson, mister president.”

he lifted you from your feet and you let out an excited giggle. now in his bedroom he placed you on the bed. you laid back with your arms sprawled but your legs pressed together. he stood at the end of the bed looking at you.

“bad girls need to be taught to be good, no?” it was a question but his tone implied it to be rhetorical. you watched him remove his robe and begin to undress. his figure underneath was revealed and it was everything you hoped and more.

his gently tanned skin complimented his toned physique. his figure was slim but the outline of his muscles provided him with a masculine figure. you noticed the multiple scars littered around his body. stories for another time you mentally noted.

he clicked his tongue. “seconds ago you were grinding against me. making soft lewd noises while you did. now you choose to lay there with your legs closed?”

his eyes had changed. they were filled with lust and eagerness. the adrenaline surged through your veins and you felt your petals throb.

“open your legs.” it was a demand.

without time to spare you opened your knees parted and you opened your legs. you revealed the wet spot on your panties to him. it caused you to blush in embarrassment. you heard fukuzawa chuckle he stepped closer and knelt down to earn a clearer view. the bed underneath you dipped when fukuzawa pressed his chest against the mattress. you bit down on your lower lip as excitement grew within you. you wanted him and he wasn’t making it easy for you.

he held your thigh and pressed his lips against it. the action elicited a delicate moan from you. the trail of kisses led closer and closer to where you needed him most but instead of meeting that spot with his lips, you felt the tip of his finger.

it was gentle against your heat and the room was quiet.

“please?” you gently muttered out. your sheepishness caused fukuzawa to chuckle.

“please?” he mocked. “do you want me to fuck you?” he asked rather bluntly.

“huh?” he added while increasing the pressure on your clothed clit. he got on top of you and you looked up at him. his wide frame consumed you, you took your hand and pressed it against his chest.

“please...” you cry out again. “fuck me” you add with a lewd moan.

with his eyes till on you his hand pushed your panties to the side. the cool air flushed against your wet pussy causing a small shiver to run up your spin. he placed his middle finger inside you and just that one finger forced a loud, lewd moan to escape from your lips.

“it’s just one finger.” he teased.

then he added another. he began to move them in and out of you in unreliable patterns. the scattered rhythm of his movements made you twitch.

“your already clenching around my fingers. do you want it that bad, princess?”

it was his words, his actions, the fucking pet name that drove you crazy. you threw your head back against the mattress and twisted the fabric underneath you. your back arched upward --- craving every inch of his touch even if it was just his fingers.

“i asked you a question, do you want it that bad?”

“y-yes.” you embarrassingly cried out.

he stopped his movements and you whined. “yes, who?” he asked.

“mister president, yes mister president. please!”

instead of a verbal confirmation fukuzawa lowered his face against your throbbing, wet pussy. he started with a gentle kiss before penetrating your lips with his tongue. the sound you made ripped from your chest. you were loud and he loved every moment of it.

his tongue ran up and down your slit before focusing on your clit. he used his middle finger to continue to finger you. the gushing noises from your pussy alone embarrassed you but fukuzawa seemed to enjoy it. your hands let go of the sheets and fell atop of his head. your fingers crawled through the locks of his grey hair. you had to restrain yourself from griding against his face.

as if he read your mind fukuzawa pressed your hips down further onto the mattress with one hand alone. the other hand had it’s middle finger thrusting in and out of you at an intense speed. the sensation mixed with his tongue sucking your clit drove you insane. you were close and he could sense it.

he removed his mouth from your clit and replaced it with his thumb. running circles around the sensitive bud you almost choked at how good it felt. his tongue now lapped around your nipple before finally looked at you.

your lips met in a haste.

“i want to see that pretty face cum for me.”

“from just my fingers.”

“cum for me princess. cum.” you nodded your head beads of sweat fell down your forehead. you were shaking underneath him. under his command. you grabbed his wrist feeling the knot in your stomach tightening at an incredible speed. bursts of adrenaline and pleasure were rising in your dripping pussy.

he asked you again, “cum.”

“i’m gonna -- i’m cu--cumming!” your face contorted to match your ecstasy. the moan that escaped from your chest was loud and echoed throughout the bedroom. you came and while fukuzawa stopped with his motions his fingers were still inside you. he pulled them out shortly afterwards the emptiness caused you to sigh in pleasure.

his fingers were sticky with your juices. “such a good girl you are.” he praised. “but you made such a mess.”

fukuzawa instructed you to open your mouth and you did. he placed his fingers in your mouth and you licked them clean. he was in awe at the sight of you. “good girl” he praised once more.

“now.” he said before kissing you. “can you handle a little more, princess?”

you swallowed hard and nodded.

“yes, mister president.”

#fukuzawa x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fukuzawa #bsd smut #president fukuzawa #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd.#tm.#fy.#nsfw.

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be-bi-do-crime · 3 years

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Do you do headcanons?? If so can i get some domestic carulia headcanons 👀 like after carmen spends some time in argentina but then she misses jules so she goes back to england but jules is sad she left her so abruptly and isnt taking her shit so carmen moves near her and like has to re-win her over🥺🥺

anon, i absolutely do headcanons!! my brain is practically a dump for headcanons, you’ve come to the right place :D and if anyone ever wants me to write any just leave me a request in my inbox!

here is part one of my classic fic style headcanons based off of the prompt you’ve given (which is SO good by the way please i am so tempted to write it into a full fic and add to my mountain pile of drafts rn-):

carmen loves her mother, she really does. she’s sweet and kind and her family. it’s all she’s ever dreamed of. after carlotta sees her standing on her doorstep, her warm brown eyes freeze and then she gasps, launching forward and hugging her equally as shocked daughter.

“your eyes. my god, i would recognize them anywhere. [given name], is that you?”

“it’s carmen, actually,” she manages to say, her mother hugging her like it’s the end of the world. and her mother doesn’t question it, merely letting go and smiling at her with tear filled eyes.

“well, carmen, it’s nice to meet you.”

things aren’t perfect after that, of course. there are questions, so many of them that they stay up the entirety of the second night talking (not the first, carlotta insisted that she had to get some sleep). carlotta doesn’t seem fazed when she tells her about VILE and stealing from them, cries when she brings up her father, but they push through it because now they have each other.

it’s strange, then, the feeling she gets a month or so later. she’s lying on the couch after a few rounds of games with the orphanage kids, and she doesn’t feel... satisfied. she should, shouldn’t she? this is what she’s spent her life searching for. she left her team behind to focus on this, to give something to herself for once.

it’s maddening. she can’t figure it out, talking to player as she bounces a ball against the ceiling. her mom worries, asking her what’s wrong, but she can’t answer her because she doesn’t know.

another few weeks pass. she’s cleaning her tools, sorting through her red coat for some nostalgia. a slip of paper falls out, and written on it is the address to this house she’s living in, and-

“player- i never asked, and i’m not sure if you even know. who found the address?”

he hesitates. a beat, then— “your favourite ACME agent.”

oh. oh. jules. she hasn’t let herself think of her ever since she left them all behind, afraid of the memories of her brainwashed time being dredged up. julia probably hates her, and rightfully so.

but she’s buzzing. she feels like she’s onto something, like satisfaction is just out of her reach, and player is more than happy to check up on julia’s blog for her whereabouts. turns out she’s not in france but in england, visiting her mother, telling her blog audience that’s why she’ll be inactive for a while.

carmen laughs at the irony. player books her a flight.

fast forward and she’s halfway to julia’s mother’s place and in the middle of the sidewalk, she stops, suitcase rolling behind her. she probably shouldn’t be showing up randomly like this, no warning and dropping back into julia’s life when she doesn’t need it. julia’s had to have moved on by now, the girl in red just someone who was too afraid to meet up with her before she left.

“red, what’s up?” player asks her, staring at her unmoving icon on his screen. “you having second thoughts?”

“kind of, yeah,” she admits. “i’m just not sure if-”

there’s a tap on her shoulder. carmen turns around and feels her heart drop out of her chest.

julia argent stares back at her, arms crossed and looking exactly the same with her glasses and dressed in a casual tan coat, yellow sweater, and black jeans. she looked good, and, well, annoyed.

“hey, jules!” the greeting doesn’t come out as confident and suave as she hoped, but it suffices, and player speaks excitedly from his end. tell julia i said hi! he says, before cutting off.

“by the way, player says h—”

“ms. sandiego,” julia says stiffly, none of the playful flirting and easy tones that she’s gotten used to. “why are you here?”

“i thought you—” carmen stammers, reaching into her pocket and showing her the slip of paper. “you gave me this, and i wanted to thank you. also you know you can call me carmen.”

something in julia’s eyes softens at the sight of the paper, but then hardens again when she looks back at her. “you’re welcome. you didn’t have to come all this way to tell me, though. and calling you by a first name basis would imply that we’re friends, but it seems that we’re not, doesn’t it?”

carmen chokes a little, eyes widening. “we’re not- friends?”

“i would think a friend would at least say goodbye or get in contact with me any way before disappearing for months, so no, ms. sandiego, i don’t think we are.”

carmen’s first instinct is to feel offended, but she understands where the agent’s slight hostility towards her is coming from. this wasn’t just julia being petty, it was the consequences of her actions that she had to now make up for.

“jules, i’m sorry,” she says, going to grab her arm but drawing back at the last second. right. their subtle touches with each other were definitely off limits now. “we can talk about this in somewhere that’s not a public sidewalk, and i’ll explain everything, i promise.”

julia’s mouth twists into a frown, and she uncrosses her arms, one finger pushing up her glasses. she looks her square in the eye, her gaze cold and unflinching. “what is there to explain, exactly? how you left me- left us all so abruptly, and gave your closest family a note to remember you by? zack and ivy mentioned it to me- they’re being trained for ACME now, but i’m sure you knew that already.”

she didn’t. she hasn’t asked player for updates for a month. a heavy exhale escapes her, and she wishes she had player in her ear. julia lets out a humourless laugh at her lack of a response.

“i guess you found something better, ms. sandiego. i’m happy for you.”

the declaration is bitter- and with that, julia spins on her heel and walks away, heading to her mother’s house. carmen stands with her suitcase on the sidewalk, apologies on the tip of her tongue, wanting to chase after her. she swallows them down and drops onto the nearest bench, burying her face in her hands and tapping her earring so player can reconnect.

“red! how’d it go? what has julia been up to? is she-” player’s voice bursts through with questions, and carmen doesn’t say a word, a new mission in mind.

“do you know where julia is staying? not her mom’s place, i’m assuming.”

if player is surprised by the question, he doesn’t comment, and carmen can hear his keyboard clacking as he scans address books and properties. “she’s a couple blocks over, i’ll text you the address,” he says at last. carmen’s phone pings with the incoming text, but that’s not the actual thing she’s looking for.

“thanks, player. are there any houses up for sale near her street?”

“give me a second.” player pauses, scrolling through listings, and then continues. “there’s one like, diagonally across from her house, actually.”

“we have any funds left from our world saving?” she can tell player knows what she’s asking for now, from the telltale anxious drumming on his desk and the slower than usual clicking.

“a couple million, actually. i thought we were slowly distributing to-”

“i’ll make up for it, maybe nag some of the VILE stragglers and the remaining stolen artifacts and whatnot. can you set up a meeting with the house owner so we can wire the funds over?”

“this is a bad idea,” player cautions.

carmen grins. “and since when have i ever been known to have a good one?”

part two will be up as soon as i can get it written out! if you’re the anon that sent this, send me an ask about part two so i can answer it that way!

#asking carmen #my writing #carulia #julethief #carmen x julia #why do these posts of mine always get outrageously long 😭#give a writer a prompt and then boom a full fanfic #anon you asked for this #i love how you asked for domestic hcs and instead i handed you angst #don’t worry this is just part one!!!

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glittrkink · 3 years

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So apparently jean is canon to be good with his hands😏

WHY DO THEY DRAW HIS HANDS SO DETAILED GODDAMNNNNN!!?? WHATS THE REASON MAPPA!!??!! ANSWER QUICKLY!!!!

i am having many thoughts rn and surprisingly the one at the front of my mind is that jean would give the best massages O.o

no one asked for this drabble i’m sorry i’m a whore for this man and is canonly skilled hands

NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT- MINORS DNI

WARNING: fingering, a pussy massage of you will :p

you came home from a long day of work, a large sigh leaving your lips as you set down your keys and took your coat off in the doorway. jean greeted you with a warm hug, wrapping his arms around you as he tenderly kissed your forehead. “bad day at work?” he asked before breathily mumbling in your ear, “you look tense, let me help you with that.”

he helped you undress in the darkness of your bedroom, illuminated only by a few lit candles. the smell of peppermint overwhelmed your nose as jean rubbed dabs of essential oil into your temples. you look up at him with dull eyes, the sparkle smothered by fatigue. he flashed you a soft smile before laying you face down on the bed.

kneeling beside you he slathered warm oil between his palms, rubbing them together to spread it evenly on his hands. jean started working at the tense muscles of your lower back, his fingertips rubbing into your skin in small circles to break apart the knots that twisted your tissue into a ball of tension. the oil felt warm and wet as his hands dragged it up your torso, pressing heavily into the supple skin of your sides. his hands felt heavy when they swept over your breasts, slightly brushing over your nipples and making you shudder under his gentle touch. jean’s strong hands found their way up to your shoulders where they draped over your sore skin and his thumbs lifted up on your aching muscles with a timid pressure, relieving all the tension you built up over the course of the day.

jean’s curious hands crept back down your torso, not stopping until they reached your ass which he palmed at feverishly in a circular motion. he lifted his hand away, cocking it back before sending it cracking into your backside- the sound of slapped skin amplified by the oil sitting on it’s surface. a small gasp escaped from the part of your lips, staining the air with the weight of your shock. “what you don’t like it rough?” he cooed, “i’ll be nice then, i can take things slow.” his fingers gripped onto your waist, pulling you up and rolling you onto your back in one fluid motion.

he grabbed the bottle of oil and held it above your body that was laid out in front of him, squirting it in a line from your chest down to your lower abdomen. he rubbed the balmy substance into your skin, and it felt so good to have his hands hungrily rubbing all over you- savoring every inch. jean’s hands slid down to your thighs spreading them apart to reveal your pretty pussy that gleamed in the golden candle light. he massaged his thumbs along the length of your lips, slightly pulling them apart on his upward strokes- the pads of his digits pressing ever so slightly into the delicate interior of your cunt. you writhed underneath him and attempted to press your thighs together, obviously uncomfortable from the way he teased you.

jean smirked at your distress, obsessed with the way your body needed him and practically begged for his touch. after letting you flounder for a moment, he took two of his fingers and caressed the slick skin of your cunt before delving in between your folds. you fluttered around his digits as they twisted inside of you, swirling against your velvety walls. an expression of euphoria, defined by a clenched jaw and raised eyebrows washed across your face as the knot in your core threatened to unravel. “do you like it when i touch you like this, knuckles deep in your sloppy pussy?” jean questioned, knowing damn well you couldn’t concentrate enough to push out a response. “go ahead and come for me baby” he permitted, keeping his two fingers inside you while his other hand worked at stimulating your clit- rolling around it’s raw skin. the pleasure you felt from hands digging into you was unbearable. he made you feel so good with your back arched so sharply it felt like it might snap- you couldn’t help but come hard, gushing all over him.

“that’s my sweet girl, you’re so good for me” he murmured, removing his fingers from your wet heat. sneering as your cum dripped onto your thighs, pooling at the sheets underneath you.

#yeah he knows how to use those hands alright 😳#brooo it’s almost 5 am send my ass to bed!!!#girl get your ass in the car- you got school in the morning #jean #maia loves sophia <3

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(- author’s note: merry christmas @nixhinoya !! (damn it i choose the most general titles for my stories lmAO) its pretty late but i just got on the laptop rn, sorry for not interacting with you too much^^ but i’m your secret santa lmAO anyways its nice to meet you 😌 😍 i hope you like this owo!!)

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“You’re coming over to Japan?”

“Yeah! Hang on, give me a second.”

You fiddle with the headphones in your hand while pulling your suitcase over to a table.

“Should’ve put these on before calling you.” “Anyways back to what I was saying-”

“WAIT REALLY? IS THAT THE AiR-pORT?”

Your mouth twists as you hear Sugawara’s voice cracking, you just told your boyfriend that you’ll be coming over to visit him in Japan for Christmas, judging by his reaction he probably didn’t see this coming.

“Yeah Suga, I’m flying to Japan!”

“Well guess that means I just wasted my money for a flight…”

“Wait.”

“No way.”

You are speechless.

“Did I just buy a ticket to visit Y/n? Without knowing Y/n is already at the airport waiting for her flight in 2 hours? Yeah.”

You are really speechless, Sugawara bursts into laughter upon seeing your stunned expression, his familiar voice rings in your ear. The corners of your mouth uncontrollably quirks up watching your dorky boyfriend.

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You're in love, you both are.

You know you’re in love when you can listen to him all day but still laugh when he cracks a stupid joke.

He knows he’s in love when he has that impulse to make you laugh, as cliche as it sounds, your laugh makes his day so much better.

You know you’re in love when you can send him texts ranging from stupid puns to endless “I love you”s and midnight confessions every night before bed.

He knows he’s in love when he sets his phone’s wallpaper to pictures of you, or pictures of him with you in it. It may seem funny but he believes that way the last thing he sees every night is you, and every morning when his phone alarm rings, the first person he wakes up to is you.

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“Good afternoon passengers, this is the final boarding call for passengers who booked for flight JL122 to Miyagi, Japan. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. I repeat…”

You stand up and stretch your stiff body while holding your phone.

“Guess that’s my queue.”

“You can’t call me on the plane?”

“I don’t think this plane comes with Wi-Fi, Suga.” “Plus the passengers are probably getting tired of me talking.” Right on queue, the old lady that’s been sitting behind you gives you a dirty look that can rival Tsukishima’s.

“Teenagers.” she mumbles under her breath.

You give an awkward wave as you make your way to the front counter, Suga giggling in the process.

“See you in Miyagi Y/n.”

“Can’t wait.”

You watch as your phone screen fades to black, chest feeling heavy, you miss him already.

This seems to be a short flight, but the longest you’ve been on too.

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The flight attendant leads you to your seat. You got yourself a first class window seat, to make yourself comfortable and maybe away from being too paranoid.

“Can I get you anything right now?”

“Oh thank you but I’m fine.”

You sink into your seat, fully utilizing the wide leg room it has. It’s been 6 months since you left Japan, your company promised a really high pay if you work in another country for a year. Your parents were in dire need of the money, and that was the last straw that made you leave Sugawara.

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The heart breaks you went through before leaving, the aching in your heart after you promised to never leave him. Sugawara was surprisingly calm with it, acknowledging that you should do what’s best for your parents. That didn’t stop him from giving you a paper with only “Stay” written on it, you were told to open it only when you board the plane.

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The feelings and memories all come back in a flash, your eyes slowly turning glossy, letting out a soft whimper. You rearrange your feelings and run your fingers through your hair before sinking back into your seat.

You tilt your head and look towards the window, all you can see is the sky, endless blue skies that stretch out far and wide, clouds dancing to the rhythm of the slow breeze.

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You can reach the sky, but have you ever touched the clouds?

You’ve fallen in love, but will your feelings resurface from the depths?

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Long distance relationships are hard to maintain, they say, you’ve never believed that, but the first week separated took a major toll on you. You could never anticipate the feeling, the yearning for someone, the longing to see his face, the need to hear his voice, the starve for his touch, so bad that it actually hurts. Your chest aches everyday, whether it was seeing something that resembled or reminded you of him.

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You close your eyes, trying to sleep all the feelings away. The paranoia you feel, the tingly feeling that something’s wrong stays with you and keeps you up as you toss and turn in the seat.

“How can I sleep when reality is already so much better than my dreams.”

These words ring in your ear, as you remember the night you video called Sugawara. You were rushing him to go to bed, but as these words slip from his mouth, you felt a warm feeling inside. Something about his confessions has always made your heart just beat a little faster, and feel a little better knowing that he’s here with you, he’s always here.

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The flight feels like forever as you make your way down to the airport, your body feels like it’s just moving on it’s own. You yawn and nearly knock into someone on your way out, mumbling a “sorry” as you continue to walk.

You shiver as you splash water onto your face in the toilet, your body feels even heavier now as you put on thick clothes to prepare for the cold weather in Miyagi. (also because Suga thinks the new coat you bought was adorable)

“Finally.” out of the airport, you took in your first deep breath in Miyagi.

“Does the air smell better here?”

“Smells like home.” you unconsciously answer

The voice rings again, this time it’s the familiar laughter that you were only able to hear in video calls for 6 months. You turn your head in that direction to see Sugawara with his arms open.

“Welcome back, you haven't changed at all have you?”

You two topple over as you jump into his arms, the warmth of your chest on his, the feeling of being able to feel each other’s breath. He kisses your tear-stain cheeks, which taste a little salty but being able to hold you in his arms again was the biggest present he needs this Christmas.

Sugawara misses you too, he misses showing affection to you by hugging you, playing with your hair, holding your hands and kissing you instead of having to rely on hearing your voice every now and then. He misses laughing with you, singing with you, or having stupid pranks on each other once in a while.

Now that you’re here, he finally gets to do it all over again. The overwhelming feeling fills his chest, as he continues holding you in his arms tightly after standing up. Being shorter than Sugawara, you cling tightly to his chest as your ears pick up his speeding heartbeat as you smile and hug him back.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Me too Y/n, me too.”

“Also, you’re kidding.”

“Are you wearing a matching shirt with me?”

“Well, can’t help it. I think it’s cute.”

You can’t believe your dorky boyfriend found a shirt to match yours when you video called him before boarding the plane.

“Is that the only surprise I’ll be getting on Christmas?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I’m taking you home.”

“Home…”

You mumble the word, a wave of nostalgia hits you as you smile and mumble the word again. It all feels so surreal, you're in Miyagi right now, with the boy you love, going home for Christmas. Home is where he is, home is always where Sugawara is, his arms, his hugs, it all feels like home to you. “Home.”

Sugawara leads you to his car, his hand on your shoulder while the other carries your luggage for you. You adjust your seat only to realize the front seat is still the same as how you left it.

“Suga… have you never let anyone sit here?”

“I've never adjusted it, that’s all.”

Hearing that makes your face heat up a little, just how much does he miss you?

“Hey, check this out.”

Sugawara motions his fingers towards the car ceiling, you look up to see a dangling mistletoe as he leans closer towards you.

“I’m surprised that’s not the first thing you saw when you entered the car.”

“Did you-”

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Something about this kiss feels so much different from before; it’s the yearning you have for each other, you need him so badly and now he’s here. He’s here kissing you. A simple gesture, but thousands of emotions pour into one passionate kiss, as he mumbles countless “I miss you”s and “I love you”s in between kisses.

His hands slowly move from your checks, his thumb stroking it softly then to running his fingers in your hair. You completely indulge yourself in this kiss, sinking deeper and deeper into it, your hands roaming his chest, feeling the warmth of your lover, something you’ve been longing for for so long.

Out of breath, you finally decide to pull away, you both laugh at the sight of each other’s fluster faces as Sugawara looks you directly in the eye.

“This is the best present I’ve ever gotten for Christmas.”

“You sure Suga? Not even a puppy could rival it?”

He chuckles “No, not even that.” “Merry Christmas Y/n.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuucreations #suagwara #sugawara koshi imagine #sugawara fic #sugawara scenario #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x reader #sugawara x you

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