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ghouljams · 9 months

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PLEAAAASEEEEE just a lil knight smooch on the hand, even just a light kiss to her lock of her hair

EVEN JUST LOVE FILLED GLANCES PLEAAAAASEEEEEEE

or maybe medivel konig romance i am so lovesick i wamt to hear fluff aND UR DENYING US WITH GHOST KNIGHT YEARNING

OK but only because I'm really beating this poor princess down in two other asks.

You spend most of your day with Ghost, he's your escort for every outing, your companion for every event. You'd think you'd get tired of seeing him all the time but you never do. You love seeing him, and you think he likes seeing you too.

"Good morning," you smile up at Ghost as he comes near, your favorite part of your mornings.

"Morning," he pulls out the chair next to you, grabbing a thick slice of bread as he sits. You don't even need to ask your maids to set a place for him anymore, don't need to coax Ghost into joining you for breakfast. He leans his elbows against the table and breaks the bread apart between his hands, as he watches you.

"How'd you sleep?" You ask, too casual, he nudges you with his knee. "Did you sleep well?" You try again. He's worse than your old etiquette tutor sometimes.

"Same as usual, were you alright after the-" he pauses, clicks his tongue, like he's annoyed he doesn't have a polite word for it. He doesn't want to say "tantrum" but you know he's thinking it.

"I- yes. Thank you." You stare down at your hands, embarrassed. You're too old to be acting like that. Ghost stares at you a long moment before setting his bread on his plate. He reaches across the table to grab meat and fruit, filling your plate before you can stop him.

"Eat, you'll feel better." He plucks another slice of bread free of its warm basket and butters it. You watch him slide the little silver knife against the crumb and he stops, pointing the utensil at your plate. "Eat," he's not asking you.

You pick up your fork and knife to do as he says. You really don't know why you bother listening to him, you're in charge, not him. It's just that, you sort of like doing what he says, he always looks so pleased when you do. He doesn't even look at you when you take your first bite, but his eyes still smile and you know it's for you. His smiles are only ever for you.

"Good girl," He mumbles, sliding his bread onto your plate, neatly jam and buttered just the way you like it.

"You're free to leave," you tell your maids, glancing at them over your shoulder. You know they're hovering, waiting to refill your tea or bring another plate of food. You also know they're waiting for more information on last night's... fit. Gossips the lot of them. "You've left the pot, if I need more tea Ghost will serve me. Go."

The maids exchange a glance and drop to curtsy before scurrying out. You go back to eating. Ghost waits a beat before removing his mask and serving himself breakfast. You don't bother with glances or peaking at his face, you look. It's your right to look, he's yours after all.

"You're staring," he grumbles. Astute observation, you think with a smile. You know what he means, you spear a strawberry with your fork and pop it in your mouth.

"I'm eating."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," he hums, ignoring you in favor of his own meal. Does he know that you only breach etiquette to hear him correct you? Does he see you behave as a perfect princess for others and think he did that? No, you think he must know you're teasing him.

You set your fork down and reach to wipe away the crumbs that stick to his lip. Ghost catches your hand before you can touch him, his tongue darting out to do what your finger would have. His eyes hold yours, each of you waiting for the other to pull back. You don’t want to.

His lips are so much warmer than in your dream, softer, more substantial as Ghost bows his head to press them against your knuckles. You tilt your head, watching him turn your hand to kiss your palm and the delicate skin of your wrist. He looks at you with every promise in his eyes, and you love him for it.

"Good morning, my lady," he murmurs, holding your hand to his cheek. Your heart clenches, fingers curling against the stubble on his jaw.

"Good morning, my knight." You whisper back. The breath he lets out is almost pained, far too heavy for breakfast. He kisses your palm again, and you almost understand why before he drops it. I love you, you both seem to think at each other, I love you.

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alterouslyinlove · 10 months

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yall ever want to use a person as a stim toy. like i just want to sit and do my thing but i want to brush my fingers against his skin while i do it. you feel me?

#🌀#my demolition lover <3 #this is literally nothing im aware i just really want physical touch rn #let me pet my boy pls #auti4auti #autistic mlm #autistic #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #mlm #alterous #achillean #queerplatonic #gay #alterous yearning #mlm thoughts #nd4nd

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charlieisacastle · 2 years

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can someone make out with me already?im literally going insane over here

#please welp #making out #yearning #touch starved #im touch starved #kissing #why isnt someone kissing me rn #charlie.txt

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gothtransgorl · 2 years

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Really craving one of those hugs that seems to last for a year 🥺🥺🥺

#yearning #ugh im so touch starved rn

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motheyes · 1 year

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man i love playing minecraft

#it’s rlly nice. ik i keep talking about it but i’m just very into it rn #my world is rlly cute and cool #and i still have so many ideas and tasks to do #anyways. need to focus a little here #tomorrow i gotta make some emails and check some stuff out #and SHOWER #god i’m stinky and greasy #i’ve been feeling so crazy lately i think it’s the hormones plus accidentally not taking my meds for two days lol!#i just gotta roll with it #i feel this carnal yearning in me #like i just wanna be physical with someone #could be anything. just laying or kissing or hugging or wrestling or just #exploring our bodies together like uuuggghh #i gotta make friends in college. i gotta have more physical affection with ppl or i’m gunna lose it #it’s crazy im like definitely sensitive to ppl touching me it rlly bothers me #but if it’s ppl i love i go insane #it’s like the opposite. like i wanna be In You like under ur skin bro #besides family. my family isn’t rlly touchy like we hug but that’s it #just thinking. ugh it makes me insane

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fuckbrained · 1 year

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damn i rewatched “grandma’s kisses” from spongebob bc it fucked me up as a kid and it’s funny to not have any real feelings about it at all anymore. of course that’s to be expected with a lot of kids media i guess

#i was terribly afraid of growing up as a kid #do i yearn for days without responsibility? sure #but. i guess i dont fear the future like that episode made me as a kid #to be coddled. i guess i just dont need it anymore. im not that touch dependent #my strongest feeling about it is being perplexed about how unaffected i am rn #i used to cry in tandem w the sponge every time i saw that ep lol #i used to change channels to avoid that ep #moving on from my silly little childhood neuroses ig

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aliaology · 3 months

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WORK SONG

summary: jacks mind runs constantly, and you’re the reason

small a/n: per usual, readers looks wont be described, so reader can look however you want ♡ , does get slightly sensual! not tagging ppl for this one bc i forgot my taglist and im sleepy

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

not doing my tags bc im too lazy for this rn

boys workin’ on empty, is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? i just think about my baby. im so full of love i could barely eat

being in love was a full time job, and jack had no complaints. he loved being in love because it meant waking up next to you. it meant he was able to touch you, to feel you, to be with you. oh— how he loved it. he didn’t care if he was at practice, just thinking about you, because you were his motivator. he didn’t need drinks or food or sleep to play, just you.

you brought him the strength he craved, you were his number one fan. the one who supported him through thick and thin even when he was wrong. the one who held their hand out, so he could grab it and begin to climb. you were such an angel.

there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. i’d never want once from the cherry tree. ‘cause my baby’s sweet as can be. she’d give me toothaches just from kissin’ me.

your kisses were sweet. the way you’d pepper them against his skin, over and over and over again, made him fall deeply. you were his muse and your sound was so pretty. the way your mouth would drop open, noises escaping it. oh how you were so beautiful.

your lips tasted like cherries, a favorite fruit that he began liking the second his tongue met with the flavor of you. the flavor would linger, no matter what lips he kissed.

the feeling of your fingers on his face, or his lips, anywhere on his body, was like heaven. giving into you like a drug— he was addicted. he loved your touch, no matter if it was gentle, or the scratches you’d leave on his back. he yearned for more.

and i was burning up a fever. i didn’t care much how long i lived. i swear i thought i dreamed her. she never asked me once about the wrong i did.

jack hated being sick just because of the feeling. the feeling of a stuffy nose, a headache, the cough. all of it. but you somehow made it good. the way you would take care of him, pressing a cold cloth to his forehead when he had a fever. or when you’d make soup from scratch, your grandmas recipe that you keep a secret.

you were too good to be true. you were the embodiment of perfect in jacks eyes. everything about you. from how you spoke and how your tone was always gentle — to how you felt inside and out. every time you grip jacks hand hard— he swears he’s dreaming. you can’t be real. you were ethereal.

my babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. if the lord dont forgive me, i’d still have my baby and my babe would have me.

jack didn’t like you worrying. he hated it, hated how you would get so scared that he would leave to go back to an ex. how you thought you were nothing compared to them— but you were so much more. you were his everything. the one who kept him going. you were his sun, he revolved around you. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“baby— what if they ever want you back? they’re so pretty.”

“oh baby, they could never compare to you.”

he didn’t care what he’d have to do, but he’d do it all for you to stay happy. in his eyes, you hung the universe. you were his universe.

when i was kissing on my baby, and she put her love down soft and sweet. in the low lamp light i was free. heaven and hell were words to me.

being able to press slow kisses to your neck and shoulders were his favorite things to do. or watching your soft body rock gently with his as your sweet love lit him up. you made jack forget everything in the world no matter where you were. you made jack forget everything else just by talking to him.

skin on skin, heavy breathing, sloppy kisses, it was all sweet. it was all you, you and your love. no time with him was for the hell of it. all of it was love, pure and desirable.

when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. no grave can hold my body down, ill crawl home to her.

love. jack loved being in love. he hated the saying ‘til death do us part’ and it wasn’t because he didn’t believe it. he hated it because it would never apply to him. he wanted a saying that would be one he could hold onto forever, just like your hand. he wouldn’t part ways with you once death decided to take over.

no— he’d hold you the entire time. he’d be with you no matter where you were. he’d wait until you two met again— and then he’d take you to another universe because in every one of them, you were soulmates.

jack would not let a grave, or death, part you two. he would hold onto you whether it be with one hand, or with his heart.

#hockey #jack hughes #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #new jersey #new jersey devils #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #jack hughes imagine #jh86 #jhughes #jhugh #jhugh86 #hughes

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blindmagdalena · 5 months

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im so ❤️❤️ for creepy homelander rn! like stalker homelander, panty stealer, watching you sleep vibes.,,,,., my heart is full

he's just so terribly good at it.

who else is going to walk you home at night? it's dangerous out here for a pretty thing like you. it's okay that you can't see him. all that matters is that he can see you.

honestly it's cute how clueless you are. what would you do without him? he's been outside your place countless times and yet not once have you ever noticed him. he starts to feel bold. he wonders if maybe you do know, you just don't mind.

it makes leaving your window open seem like an invitation.

it's surreal to be inside the home he's watched from a distance. everything smells like you, but it doesn't stop him from picking up your shirt and pressing it to his mouth to take a deep huff. soft. everything about you is so damn soft.

especially when you sleep. he cocks his head while he stands there at the edge of your bed, watches you for a long while. your heart is steady, breaths shallow. you must be deep asleep then, dreaming away. dreaming of him, he hopes. he certainly dreams of you.

being so close is too much of a temptation. he wets his lips with a quick slide of his tongue and bends down. he ghosts his fingers just over your cheek, not quite daring to touch. he can smell the faint remnants of your toothpaste on your breath, your shampoo, and beneath it all, you. fuck, it's intoxicating, it's...

he brushes his lips ever so gently between your brows, his own breaths matching the cadence of yours. divine. you're divine. so unwittingly perfect. you don't even know. you have no idea.

he means to leave it there, but the pull is too great. he's greedy, drunk on the smell and the taste of you, and he can't stop himself from sampling your lips against his. soft, soft, soft. he knew they would be.

he's aching, yearning so intensely he could rip the covers away and take you just like this, shake you awake and declare himself and finally have you.

not yet.

he leaves, but not empty handed. he doesn't think you'll miss that pair of panties. not as much as he'll enjoy them.

#not exactly a fic but i've had major writers block ever since posting my last fic so it felt nice to do something a little experimental #homelander x reader #homelander x you #stalking #yandere #yandere x reader #somnophilia #obsessive yandere #breaking and entering #idk trying to tag this appropriately for the themes involved #ANYWAYS SUFFICE TO SAY I AGREE WITH YOU!#darling anon #ask and you shall receive

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mochinomnoms · 3 months

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I cant stop thinking about ptm Yuus first time with Jade, and Yuu not being able to handle just how loving jade is.

WHAT HAVE YOU UDONE TO ME..

Jades thoughts already are so unhinged, either you have to endure repeats of “i loveyou youyouyouyou i love you so much my pretty pearl aaaahfjfjsl” or “i need to bend them over RIGHT NOW!! LEMME SWALLOW YOUR MOANS UP MY DEAR PEARL PLEASE IM BEGGING JUST ONE CRUMB OF ATTENTION”

Yuu probably just assumes his thoughts would be relatively the same as theyre stripped bare, lying on their back on jades bed, after they’ve (FINALLY) confessed their feelings and shit, but what yuu doesnt expect is just how.. incredibly soft and loving his thoughts are rn??

Hear me out: his thoughts are so FUCKING loud whenever hes in the same damn room as yuu. It doesnt matter if yuu is at the lecture hall, the cafeteria, or even the library. The daydreams and love bombs, the cooing, the “LOOK THIS WAY PLSPLS PRETTY PEARLLL” practically DEMAND your attention!! I mean jade just (sadly) overpowers every other thought the people near you have, but usually yuu can just push back those thoughts after slamming their head on the walls shaking and crying.

Now that you’re both finally alone (jade rejoices) its oddly quiet.. to yuus surprise jades thoughts have quieted down., almost hazy in a way as you just hear echoes of “my pearl is just so gorgeous .. is this really happening?”

“Oh sea witch they have a birthmark right there? Placed so perfectly i could just eat you right up youre so cuteettee”

“i love you, my dear. Im so lucky to have you”….and yuu just??? At this point they cant even differentiate whats coming out of jades mouth or not. It the best mix if “omfg am i high rn??” and pure bliss.

They might get overwhelmed to the point of tears because no way.. you really love me this much holy shit and also.. i cant believe i actually fell in love with you even though i tried so hard not to..and just.. THESE TWO MAKE ME SOFT OKAY??

just wanted to share my thoughts!! because god i just know jade would just non stop praise yuu over and over again whilst yuu is trying not to combust from how red their face is

BTWW I cannot thank you enough for your amazing work😭❤️ i love youre writing so much its sl silly and also touching at the same time <3

No no no no anon you're so right, I'm so glad you see it cause that's the whole thing with Jade and Yuu in PTM. Jade's so unhinged and full of yearning for Yuu that it makes him a lil more insane in the head. It's like when someone fantasizes about what they would do if they hypothetically won the lottery and then actually have to figure out what they'll do with the money.

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #ptm #ty ty anon im so glad you like it #also glad that the silly comes off well i love silliness

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elasticitymudflap · 5 months

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you think your boy Simon is gonna come back for season 2 or is he all arced out?

LISTEN *GRIPS U* SORRY IM ALL CAPS IM JUST BEING VERY NORMAL RN

SEASON 1 WAS BASICALLY ABOUT GETTING HIM TO THE POINT WHERE HE WAS SIMPLY NO LONGER LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO THROW HIS LIFE AWAY, AND RECOGNIZING/NOT ROMANTICIZING THE CONCEPT OF SACRIFICE IN HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH BETTY BECAUSE OF HOW DISPROPORTIONALLY SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR HIM IN WAYS HE WASN'T COGNIZANT OF.

IMHO:

SEASON 1 BARELY TOUCHED UPON ADDRESSING OR WORKING THROUGH HIS ICE KING TRAUMA. THIS IS MY FIRST MAIN THING I NEED THEM TO TOUCH UPON.

IT CONCERNS ME THAT SIMON DIDN'T EVEN COMPLETELY CONNECT THE DOTS IN THAT ALL THE CRAP WORLDS THEY WENT TO WERE HINGING ON WHO HE IS AND THE IMPACT HIS LOVE AND SACRIFICE (OR THE LACK THEREOF) HAD ON THE WORLD (DID SORT OF FOR A MOMENT IN THE STAR BUT NOT NEARLY ENOUGH IMO)

HE'S OBVIOUSLY STILL PROCESSING HIS YEARS TAKING CARE OF MARCY IN THE APOCALYPSE???? THERE WAS NO FOLLOW-UP WITH HER PHONECALL EVEN IN THE FINAL MONTAGE???? WHAT HAPPENED IN OOO WHEN HE DISAPPEARED??? THESE TWO NEED TO FUCKING TALK FOR REAL

WHAT DOES SIMON'S LIFE LOOK LIKE WHEN HE'S NO LONGER AN EXHIBIT?? HOW THE HELL DID HE BECOME/CONSENT TO BECOMING AN EXHIBIT IN THE FIRST PLACE I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK?? HOW DID HIS LIFE CHANGE SO DRASTICALLY (OR DID IT NOT) FROM OBSIDIAN??

THE MORAL OF "MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE GONE ON THAT TRIP TO AUSTRALIA INSTEAD / WHO KNOWS WHAT LIFE WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE" IS SO BAD FOR HIM TO END CONCLUSIVELY ON AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE SEEN BECAUSE THE WORLD STILL FUCKING ENDED??? MAYBE HE FOUND THE CROWN, MAYBE HE DIDN'T, BUT EITHER WAY FROM WHAT WE SAW IN THE ALT WORLDS IT WAS ALL GOING TO END IN TRAGEDY AND MAYBE THIS IS THE ONLY WORLD WHERE WE GET A BITTERSWEET END INSTEAD OF A HELL WORLD THANKS TO THEIR DESICIONS??? IDK!!!!!! I'D LIKE TO EXPLORE THAT CONCEPT I THINK

THE UNIVERSE IS OUT OF HIS NOODLE, BUT DOES SIMON'S HEAD-PORTAL STILL WORK?? CAN HE CONNECT TO FIONNA WORLD IF HE'S IN HIGHLY CHARGED MAGICAL ENVIRONMENTS??? ACTUALLY, WHAT THE HELL ARE THE LONG TERM EFFECTS OF A HUMAN HAVING A UNIVERSE IN HIS DANG HEAD

HE'S CONNECTING WITH ASTRID NOW AND SEEMS TO BE ON MUCH BETTER TERMS, IS SHE GOING TO INSPIRE HIM TO START WRITING FIONNA AND CAKE STORIES AGAIN TO COPE IN A HEALTHY WAY WITH HIS PAST THIS TIME??

SIMON'S RELATIONSHIP WITH ICE THING???

SIMON'S HUMAN PAST IN GENERAL: WHY IS THIS DUDE THE WAY HE IS??? WHY DID HE BELIEVE THE THINGS HE DID, STUDY THEM, MAKE THEM THE THINGS HE HINGED HIS LIFE AND CAREER ON???

ON THAT NOTE: FLASHBACKS. MOTHER FUCKING FLASHBACKS. MORE OF HIS ADVENTURES WITH BETTY. WE ACTUALLY SEE SO LITTLE OF WHAT THEY WERE LIKE TOGETHER WHEN ACTUALLY HAPPY, HUMAN, AND IN A RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER, IN THEIR ELEMENT, AND NOT STRICKEN WITH LIFE-OR-DEATH DESICION MAKING EXCEPT FOR HIS DUMB ASS GETTING BRAINED BY A CHERRY JAR

HIS YEARNING TO FIND BETTY AND APOLOGIZE TO HER WAS "TECHNICALLY" HANDLED IN THE SHOW, BUT YOU CAN NOT TELL ME THIS DUDE DOESN'T HAVE LASTING ISSUES AND TRAUMA AROUND THAT. ABOUT THE FIRST TIME HE PUT ON THE CROWN AND BETTY DISAPPEARING FOREVER. ABOUT THE GUILT AND FEAR ABOUT HER BEING DEAD DURING THE WAR. ABOUT LIVING NINE FUCKING HUMAN LIFETIMES IN A HAZE WHERE ALL HE KNEW WAS HE HURT THE PERSON HE LOVED MOST AND HE JUST NEEDED TO FIND HER. IT BECAME AN INTEGRAL PART OF ICE KING'S CHARACTER, HIS MOST DEFINING TRAIT STRIPPED TO THE STUDS. HE HELD ONTO THAT LAST PIECE OF SIMON PETRIKOV SOME HOW UNTIL SO MUCH TIME HAD PASSED HIS ONLY HOPE TO EVER FIND HER AGAIN WAS TO USE TIME TRAVEL. I'D LIKE SOME MORE OF THAT, IF YOU PLEASE.

HOW IS HE ACTUALLY COPING POST-SEASON 1? WHAT ARE HIS THOUGHTS ON ALL THE WORLDS THEY VISITED, THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO HIM, THE IMPLICATIONS, HIS INTERPRETATIONS? HE MAY BE IN THERAPY BUT HE'S STILL DRINKING.

ANYWAY

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mintsalsa · 8 months

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relationship hcs — sam coe (starborn!mc)

a/n: this post may contain spoilers, please skip if you haven't completed starfield's main story and come back later!

sry fallout peeps im in space cowboy dreamland rn 🤒 if anyone's interested i'd be down to write a non-starborn mc version too, so if you'd like to see that lmk! now buckle in losers bc i am feral

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

he's going to be somewhat wary of you at first

you don't divulge the nature of your relationship with "the original" sam coe at first, but he can tell there's something pulling at your heartstrings every time you look at him

so after a while and some getting to know each other, he decides to ask

he's a little wooden and awkward about it, but it still almost manages to make you tear up

when you admit to him that you and him were lovers in your universe, he's caught off guard

he doesn't really know how to react, so he just reaches out to touch your shoulder in comfort as you try not to cry

he liked you, of course - you were strong and dependable, and your dry sarcasm never failed to light up his eyes in amusement - but lovers?

you assure him that you don't expect anything from him

it's the strangest feeling for you as well - it's him, but at the same time it's not really him, after all

sam tries to ignore what you've told him as best he can

there's no obligation to make you feel comfortable, you've told him that much

then why could he not stop thinking about what it must've been like to kiss you?

he'd rather die than admit it, but he grows significantly more observant of your behavior, more attached

he thinks about this other sam, this other him, and that there must've been a reason why that guy ended up falling in love with you

if he did it once, surely it could happen again, right?

and before he even realizes, he's absolutely smitten - once again, he can't deny that his souls seems to yearn for yours

you're conflicted when he awkwardly stumbles over a confession one night

but then you think of the other sam, your sam - and all of a sudden you're convinced that he would've gone to find you again, too

it almost breaks your chest when he kisses you again for the first time

he's warm, safe, and he feels so, so much like home

that night he holds you in his arms as your tears soak the fabric of his shirt

dating sam coe is chaotic in the best way possible - not even the slightest chance of boredom

he loves to tease, and you're no exception

the way you are with cora makes his heart swell inside his chest - it makes him want to marry you right then and there, on the spot

he's always dreamt of a partner like you, and there's nothing he wants more than to explore the entire universe with you, all over again

yet, his favorite thing is to hold you in his arms at night after a slow evening at the lodge, feeling your chest rise and fall under his palms while you quietly poke fun at each other

his kisses taste like cherries and spice, and he's so, so good at it that you sometimes fear you might lose your head

now you know no matter when, no matter where, you'd always fall back into each other's arms

★ ! nsfw

this man is a tight bundle of unbridled passion and sweet words of affirmation

sometimes it's hard to catch a break from everything and find the time for intimacy, but that doesn't dwindle his burning desire for you

much like with kissing, he's definitely spent the odd night wondering about what sex with you must've been like, what you might look like underneath your clothes

and when he sees you and the tips of his fingers touch your skin for the first time, it almost feels like the revival of a distant memory

he loves being teased, but he might love being in control even more

it always feels like his hands are everywhere at once - your face, your hips, your neck

he goes absolutely crazy whenever you push your hands into his hair and pull him closer

i see a bit of breathplay with him

he just loves feeling your body whenever his chest is pressed against your back, with a gentle hand on your throat and sweet, filthy words spilling past his lips

if you submit to him fully you can expect a lot of praise, too

you make him the happiest man in the world, in the universe - and if you had to do it over and over again, then he knows he'd let you

#starfield #sam coe #sam coe x reader #starfield x reader #starfield companions #f: starfield #c: sam coe #g: hcs #i cannot STRESS enough how brutally i need to smash

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everythingdenied · 1 year

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showers-matty healy

a/n: this could be the longest authors note ever because my moral compass is still fighting for its life regarding whether i should be posting this or not. but imma spare you all of that because my writing is supposed to be escapism so pls ignore that me & the boyf are fighting irl rn and enjoy me being a whore mwah. i feel like im rly holding back on how slutty things can get cause im too scared to be too specific in my smut but...we shall see xxx

warnings: overall filthy smut warning tbh, fem!reader, me not proofreading oops wc: 1,727

A satisfied sigh fell from my lips as I stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door shut. The water was scalding but, after the day I'd had, it's heat felt somewhat cathartic and I didn't bothered adjusting the temperature, instead standing content beneath the warm stream.

The dull ache in my muscles slowly ebbed away and I let my eyes fall shut, listening to the perfectly monotonous trickle of water against the cool tile floor. I hummed gladly, my hand almost instinctively falling to cup my breasts, kneading them in a somewhat fruitless attempt at alleviating the stress of a long day at work.

I knew my own touch could never compare to his and, oftentimes, pursuing my undo without him there was futile. However, he was at the studio for the foreseeable and I needed some sort of release now; my fingers and the shower head were going to have to suffice for the time being.

Inhaling sharply, I rolled my nipples between the pads of my fingers, head falling back against the tile wall behind me. The water cascaded down my naked body like morning sunlight and I traced the droplets, right hand dipping lower to the centre of my arousal with a shaky moan. I felt my body loosen as I slowly circled my clit, the familiar sensation only reminding me of him. How he'd touched me exactly like this on the studio couch last night, barely waiting for George to leave before his eager hands were pulling at the waistband of my joggers.

Unfulfilled, I hastened my pace, fingers working desperately to bring me to some sort of climax. His name slipped through my parted lips in a slew of low whimpers, echoing around the small room, and I twitched with needy anticipation, a familiar warmth settling in my abdomen. I was completely caught up in the feeling, so focused on my own pleasure that I hadn't heard Matty return home early, nor had I noticed him enter the bathroom.

“You called?”

Snapping my eyes open, I gasped, hands jerking away from my pussy as if they'd just touched a hot stove. Empty, unsatisfied and wracked with adrenaline, I looked in the direction of the voice, finding my boyfriend leaning in the doorway of the bathroom, amused.

"Shit, Matty" I breathed out through a nervous chuckle, hands clasped against my thumping chest. "You scared the life out of me."

He smirked, eyes dragging over my naked, glistening body as he pushed himself away from the doorframe, hands deep in the pockets of his dress pants.

"I did knock, but..." Matty gestured in my general direction and I blushed, averting my gaze elsewhere. A silence settled over the room, save for the flow of water, and I stood, nude and vulnerable as my boyfriend watched me wriggle in discomfort, the embarrassment of being caught only heightening my burning arousal. Detecting the yearning thick in the air, Matty strode closer, sliding the shower door open. Hot steam spilled into the room. "Need help?"

I pursed my lips, somewhat abashed, and nodded, watching as Matty wasted no time in undoing his shirt. Soon free of his clothes, my boyfriend joined me beneath the water, toned abs flexing as he hissed at its searing temperature. He snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me close to his body so that the two of us stood pressed up chest to chest, warm water beading off our bare backs and eyes boring into each others.

"Greedy girl" Matty tittered lowly, carefully lifting my jaw with two fingers. I only blinked up at him, pupils blown wide with lust. "Couldn't even wait till I got home, ay?"

He drew me closer, his hard on throbbing against my core, a stark reminder of how painfully empty I was. I whimpered, wordless under his touch, and he watched, his thumb grazing my bottom lip. Jutting my hips forward, I slowly rolled them against his bare crotch, feeling him harden.

"Mph, please, Matt..." I practically begged for his touch; for him to do something, anything. But, too stubborn to give in easy, he only shook his head, hands carding through my dampened locks.

"Not so fast, love" he hummed, his tone laced with an almost sadistic amusement as his hand, which was previously gripping my jaw, travelled slowly to my breasts. "Wanna take my time with you..."

I frowned, feeling as if I was soon going to implode if I didn't come in the next few minutes. Had it been any other day, I would have basked in the prospect of Matty's endless teasing, enjoying the rare occasions when he'd take his sweet time with me instead of bringing me to orgasm in a flurry of fervent movements. However, today had been long and stressful and my body yearned for release, not twenty minutes of merciless edging.

"Baby..." I groaned as Matty moved at a snails pace, head dipped as he softly kissed stray droplets from my collarbone, one hand cupping my right breast. He hummed in acknowledgment but said nothing, rough tongue now brushing past my puckered nipples. "W-want you."

"And you'll have me." He breathed, fingers dancing across my neck as the both of us stood beneath the warm spray. "S'called patience, beautiful."

"Don't wanna be patient" I whined and my boyfriend chuckled lowly, his ego likely inflating tenfold with each desperate plea I made.

Focusing his attention on my tits for a little while, I found myself becoming more and more worked up, barely able to contain myself when he moved a hand down to cup my pussy. It ached to be touched and, taking pity on me, Matty did just that, slipping two fingers inside, coating them in my arousal. I let out a strangled gasp, feeling him pump his fingers in and out of me, his pace leisurely.

"Shit, Love" Matty smirked, slowly adding a third finger, stretching out my desperate pussy. "You're dripping. You been wanting me all day?"

I nodded, rocking my hips along in time with his movements, feeling my body prickle with goosebumps despite the burning hot water trickling down my back. Fearing I'd only sound pathetic if I tried to speak, I said nothing, instead focusing on the way his fingers curled deep inside me, noting the familiar callouses.

"Needy little thing." He rasped and, even with my head in the crook of his neck and my eyes shut tight, I could hear the egoic sneer in his voice as he brought me closer to release. His movements became more hasty and, despite his vow to 'take his time' with me, I soon found myself empty, being pressed up against the steamy glass door, my hand wrapped around the base of his cock as I pumped him sloppily. He groaned, throaty and visceral, and grabbed the back of my thighs, thumbs digging into my soft flesh. "Jump f'me."

Not one to argue, I did what was asked of me, allowing Matty to lift me, back against the glass and legs wrapped around his torso. The position was somewhat awkward and I couldn't help but giggle at the impracticality of it all, arms draping around my partner's neck in a feeble attempt at keeping myself steady.

"I'm definitely gonna fall on my arse like this, Matty."

Matty only laughed and shook his head, swallowing my laughter with a kiss, his damp curls sticking to his forehead. "Nah, i've got you, gorgeous" He hummed against my lips, keeping a surprisingly firm grip on my ass. "You're alright."

Giving me a moment to adjust to the position, Matty teased my entrance, his cock throbbing against my needy cunt as he let me take an inch or two. He watched with lusty intent, mouth slightly agape as he slowly but surely filled me, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. He was closer than ever, radiating sex and warmth, his breath fanning my cheek as he inhaled the scent of my peach shampoo.

It was intimate sex. Desperate, but intimate. Matty's thrusts were somewhat careful, making sure to hit every single one of my sweet spots as if he had something to prove. His lips roamed my every inch of skin, sucking bright purple hickies onto my neck as his length slid in and out of me, the room echoing with the filthy sound of skin against skin. I moaned softly, head falling into the crook of his neck

"I know, baby. I know. Better than your fuckin' hand, yeah?" Matty cooed, his tone syrupy as he rutted into me with great depravity. "Bet your hand can't even reach half the places I do."

Of course it couldn't and he knew it. Nor could my hands have me on the very cusp of white hot pleasure in a matter of minutes, backed up against the shower wall, begging for them to let me cum.

"Sound so pretty when you beg, love" He mumbled, words slurring together in pleasure. He was getting close too, I could tell. His thrusts were growing messy and lacked rhythm and he practically choked on his words. "Such a good girl. Who makes you cum like this, huh?" "Y-you do. Only you."

His name fell from my lips, each syllable feeding his ego as he brought me closer and closer to the edge, only allowing me to let go when he neared his own undo, mumbling every curse word under the sun. I clenched around him, growing full with his release as it coated my insides, warm and plenty, dribbling down my thighs.

He was right. My hand's couldn't do that. Nor could they lovingly pull me close in a post-sex haze, siting down with me beneath the warm spray of the shower head, skin to skin, recovering. They couldn't love me or draw me to their chest and, with lidded eyes and a droopy smile, press a kiss to my forehead.

“Better than having a wank?” Matty teased, breathing laboured. I said nothing, rolling my eyes as my head fell to his shoulder. “Could have called me. Y'know I'll always drop everything f'your pussy."

"Didn't wanna bother you in the studio." I mumbled and Matty chuckled lowly, pulling me closer beneath the now somewhat tepid water.

"Oh yeah, cause getting to fuck my missus in the shower is such a bother."

#matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader

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sentoooo · 3 months

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"ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ?" ⨟ ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ x ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⨟ 18+

pretty self indulgent, maybe for comfort? my sex drive is going HAYWIRE, and thats also kind of why im not writing much nsfw requests rn. cause like one minute i am just super in the mood for angst, or fluff, and then the next im horny. mainly always super in the mood for fluff, but. uhm. kenshi DOES things to my mind...

cw: NSFW, ftm reader, afab, he/him pronouns, pre top surgery, vaginal sex, protected sex babyyyyy, slight cokcwarming, porn with little plot, slight body worship, i swear i don't have a favorite, proofread word count: 3,292. been in my drafts for a bit. finished this at 3:30 am. i am going to sleep for 12 hours now. MINORS DNI

The night was quiet, a soft, dull feeling fell Kenshi as he woke up, propping his upper body up with his elbows. He took a minute to listen to the stillness of the world, something that never changed despite the ever-burning chaos woven within the threads of time. He hummed to himself, tilting his head slightly as if he expected something to reach out to him within the silence. Only for a moment did his expectations lie, until he heard you stir next to him. Your back was turned, he could tell by how far your slow breathing seemed.

"I can't sleep," Kenshi started, mindlessly reaching for you. His hand landed on your forearm, his thumb simply trailing along your skin. He heard you turn your head to look at him, so he continued. "What has you up...?"

You didn't respond for a moment, letting his question hang in the air for a couple of seconds. "Nothing special," You smile softly at your boyfriend, your voice still addled with sleep.

Kenshi turns his head towards you, raising an eyebrow. He traced his hand down to your wrist. "Keep me company?" He asked in a hushed voice, acting as if he was going to pull you back into bed with him. Without a word, you accepted his invitation, and took your place next to him in the bed once again. With this, he found your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours, simply looking in your direction. Perhaps it was a useless gesture, but he wanted you to know he at least acknowledged your presence, even with his sight gone.

The moment was tender, Kenshi leaned onto his side, and placed his left hand on your waist. He pulled you slightly closer, tracing the back of your hand with his thumb. Resting your head on his shoulder, you revel in his warmth and body. Your right hand makes its way up to his chest, lazily following the slightly worn ink of his tattoos. Kenshi kissed the crown of your head, humming softly.

Moments like these were the reason Kenshi fell in love with you so hard, getting to hold you close in those sleepless nights, bathe in your presence. Your touch, so warm and inviting, tender and loving. To know you loved him, even on starless nights, even with all his sins carved into his arms. He did not need repentance, for you were the holiest, warmest light he had encountered. How lucky, he thought, that you were here in his arms. Willingly. Spending each night and day with him. He could not imagine a better life.

Kenshi's left hand found the small of your back, pulling you near on top of his body in search to quell his yearning. His right hand freed itself from your hand, only to rest on the nape of your neck. You could feel his heartbeat, only slightly irregular. His body temperature rose, his breathing slightly stuttering. How he enjoyed this, having you in such close proximity to him. If he could keep you like this forever, he would. Slowly, his hand traced down from your neck to your spine, relishing the little noises you made. His touch was electrifying, no matter how many times you fell into his arms. He knew just the right ways to tease you, to bring you closer, to let you know of his want.

You raised your head, looking for some sort of sign other than content from your boyfriend. A small smirk, just barley noticeable. His face ever so flush. You smile a bit to yourself, pushing yourself from Kenshi's chest. Before he can protest, you throw your left leg over his waist, straddling him. His hands fall to your waist, his head turning up to you. A meager gesture once more, yet he wanted to acknowledge what you were doing. Playing into your teasing.

"Well...?" Kenshi prompted. He was waiting for you, his patience was wearing thin. To pull away from him, there must have been a reason, right? How he wanted you close again, his fingers softly digging into your waist.

You gave him what he wanted, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. It was quick, yet somehow... scandalous. You felt Kenshi beneath you relax, only for a second. When you pulled away, he near pouted. How curious, to see a man of his standing suddenly melting into your hands. To reward him for this vulnerability, you leaned back down. Your lips pressed against his, Kenshi melted into the kiss rather quickly. He was... desperate. He almost pushed himself up into the kiss. How warm it was, how could you tease him like this? When you pulled away once more, he whimpered.

"Don't leave me like this," Kenshi placed his right hand on the small of your back, pushing you back into him. "Please." He didn't beg, but his voice quivered. It was a sensual moment, something he had always sought out. This feeling was something he wished he could hold, trap you in his arms forever. When your lips brushed against his, he pushed himself back into you. Don't keep yourself away from him, don't even try. His hand then snaked up your spine, to the nape of your neck. He held you there, his kiss becoming more hungry. Yet, as lustful as he was, it was... delicate. Passionate. Every drop of love for you resonated within the kiss. It made your head spin. Only then did he pull away, at the last second, where you thought you would've lost your breath.

Within Kenshi's touch burned something new, his thumb caressed your neck. Before you could understand just what he was feeling, he closed the distance between you two once more. This time, Kenshi moaned into the kiss, digging his nails into your waist ever so slightly. You lost yourself, this time. Even when Kenshi pulled away, the warmth of him trailing from your lower lip, to your chin, to your neck... ah, how invigorating this felt. He let his appetite be known, how his lips lingered over your soft skin. And not before long, he bit down on your shoulder gently.

"Mh," You let your appreciation slip from your lips, raising your head just slightly so he could get a better angle. At that, you felt a heat rise against your inner thigh, and below you, Kenshi cleared his throat. He was pulling your attention to his lips, you can wait, he knows you can. His teeth trace along your neck, moving back up towards your chin. His breath hot against your sensitive skin, teasing you.

"Be still, my Dear," Kenshi smiles against your skin, placing a soft, warm kiss on your jaw. "You can feel me, yes...?" His voice is taunting, almost begging you to tell him the truth. Yet, he does not wait for your answer. "Just what you do to me, mh, I want... I want to take care of you," A declaration of love, yet the implication was lewd. Your hands find his cheeks, warm, his stubble, slightly scratchy. Now, he pushes his upper body up, placing his hands once more on your waist. In doing so, the full length of his need brushed up against the cloth of your boxers. Kenshi sighed, the gentle friction providing slight relief. Yet, he was not done. He placed his forehead against yours, his nose brushing against yours. How scandalous his touch might be, yet he loved you with all the passion, the longing, the devotion in the world.

Kenshi does not kiss you, as close as you are to him. He does not move from this position. His thumbs toy and tease with the band of your boxers, his breath shakes, but he does not advance. He revels in your breathing, the ever-so quiet beating of your heart, picking up its pace. Above all, he can feel your yearning. He can feel you. An old, oversized band t-shirt drapes over your torso, the only thing keeping him away from your chest. And your boxers, he can feel you behind them, as well. Such thin cloth, but he feels your warmth, how slowly you seep out in search of him. In preparation. Kenshi's devilish smirk and sensual touch is near enough to arouse you, if you were not already.

Kenshi's gruff voice once again breaks the silence, his fingers caressing your sides. "May I?" He asks, fidgeting with your shirt. You nod, but this is not enough for Kenshi. "Please?"

"Yes," You consent, giving Kenshi what he wanted. He was quick, his hands tracing from your stomach, to your ribs, and resting just below your breasts. He paused, letting out a soft sigh. As if he was just as hesitant as you.

Another dull, quiet hum enters the atmosphere. Comforting. Kenshi places another quick peck on your lips, before continuing. His hands cup your tits, gently. Almost as if you were made of porcelain. "My Boy," He whispers against your lips, his fingers drawing half circles around your nipples. His touch was intoxicating, you arch your back ever so slightly, your breasts pressing gently against his chest. He smiles at this, your eagerness bringing a rising heat through his throat. "Can I get you out of these clothes?"

Oh, how you loved how Kenshi asked. For every little thing. Your voice was his driving force. Yet, before he continued, he leaned back, his hands leaving your body. A bitter feeling threw itself over your body, the lack of his touch leaving you empty. Kenshi had laid back down, reaching towards the bedside stand. He struggled a little, opening the top drawer with his pinky and rifling through an assortment of junk. After a couple seconds, he finally found what he was looking for. A small box of trojans, two condoms left. He separates the condoms packaging from one another, holding the packet with his teeth.

Kenshi wastes no time to return to your body, pressing himself even closer this time. Through your shirt, your breasts squish against him. He chuckles softly, through his teeth. Before you complain, his hands reach underneath your shirt, pulling it up and over your head quickly. You shivered slightly, the cool air hitting your naked torso. But Kenshi kept you close, his hands reaching past the band of your boxers. Only for a second did he pause, bucking his hips and rubbing his clothed erection against you. You moaned in response, your body somehow overly sensitive. At this, Kenshi finally freed you of your boxers, letting you leave his body only for a minute to throw them on the floor.

"Hm," Kenshi hummed, as you returned to straddling him. His right hand returned to your breast, gently squeezing and massaging the soft mound of flesh. His left hand grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand to the hem of his boxers. He leans in towards your ear, his teeth lingering over the shell of your ear. "Whenever you're ready." Kenshi instructed, his thumb running over your knuckles, before his hand found it's place on your thigh.

You look down at Kenshi, grinding slightly against his clothed cock. The tip pressed against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You were teasing him. He knew. He frowned slightly, nibbling gently at your ear. You sighed, the pleasant stimulation of his cock against your pussy and the warmth of his breath against your ear left your spine tingling. You couldn't wait any longer, hooking your thumbs into the band of his boxers, pulling them down all too eagerly. You barley allow him time to readjust and kick his boxers off.

Yet, before he readies you, he tears open the condom packet, quickly rolling it over his cock. Almost too quickly, he could not hide his excitement. You groan a little, impatient and ready. "Kenshi," You whisper, your voice quivering. "I need you." A tantalizingly pure statement.

"Patience," Kenshi warned, digging his fingers into your thigh. His right hand left your chest, holding you by your waist once more. He adjusted your position, spreading his legs a little underneath you. Finally, his cock pressed against your opening, twitching in response to your warmth and wetness. Kenshi groaned, rolling his head back slightly. He could barely hold back.

Kenshi lowered his head, resting it against your collarbone, just above your tits. He holds you by your hips now, his hands firm. He lifts you slightly, positioning you just above his dick. You let out a soft groan at the touch, how full his tip felt against your beckoning pussy. He relishes in this reaction, finally settling you down on his cock slowly. Deeper it reaches through your folds, every inch leaving both you and Kenshi to moan in tandem. Until finally, he fills you up completely. Kenshi throws his head back once again, letting out a lengthy breath.

Blessed relief. Your walls squeezed against Kenshi- perhaps it was the girth, or maybe just how good he made you feel. Your yearning spilling around his cock, trailing down to his thighs. He held you firmly like this, his right hand supporting you by your back. You shudder against his touch, every movement sending a wave of pleasure up your spine. You moan simply at how full he made you feel, feeling every vein, his warmth, his want.

Finally, Kenshi helps you get started. He pulls back slightly, and you begin to grind against him. Lifting yourself up, down, up, down, a sweet trail of your juices connecting to the base of his cock. Each movement earned a moan from your lips, each sound prettier than the last. Kenshi's lips found your neck once more, leaving a soft trail of kisses from your jaw to your shoulder. Retracing this trail two times over. His left hand pressed firmly into your waist, guiding your movements.

"Oh, My Heart..." Kenshi groaned, his hoarse voice against your neck. He bites at your neck now, sucking gently. Leaving the first mark of many tonight. He keeps your pace steady, controlled. Your hands find the back of his head, tangling your fingers within his soft hair. Kenshi rewards you for this, letting out another lengthy moan. He bucks his hips up into you, reveling in your surprise. You lean your body against his, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. To feel the vibrations of your moans, your curses, every little thing coming from your lips, it is heaven. It feels as if it stimulates him more than your pussy.

Kenshi continues this steady pace, almost tormenting you as you try and beg for more. "Please..." You moan against his neck, breathy and soft. But he denies you this, bringing his left hand closer to your core, closer, closer... but not close enough. You whine, tugging gently at Kenshi's hair, pulling his head away from your neck. "Please!" You cry out, pressing yourself further into him every time you met the base of his cock. He smirks, and lets out a gruff chuckle. Something devilish lingers within, remnants of sin rising within his touch.

"If you are so sure..." You can hear the mischief in Kenshi's voice, and not a moment after, you feel his warm thumb press gently against your clit. A moan escapes your lips before you feel the shock of pleasure, warm, inviting, intoxicating, run through your body. He rubs slow circles against your clit, now using his right hand to control your pace. "Oh...?" Kenshi taunts, listening to you whimper and moan and slur your words, the extra sensitive nerves seems to have gotten you riled up. Just the way he wanted.

When you pulled away from him, throwing your head back and arching your back once more, Kenshi took advantage of this. He placed a kiss on your sternum, finally picking up the pace. He couldn't deny you this pleasure, he could not be so unfair with the light of his life. You felt him smile against your sensitive skin, lewd slapping and squelching started to echo within the room. With each kiss he placed, he pressed you down into him. From your chest, up to your collar bone,- where he left another mark- to your neck, leaving a hot trail up to your chin, and finally, your bottom lip.

Kenshi moans softly into your mouth, taking advantage of your vulnerable state. He pulls you in slightly closer, kissing you deeply. He rewards you once more, biting your lip ever so slightly, before his tongue enters your mouth. It's clear, he's providing every kind of stimulation he can to get you going. He wants you to cum. So badly.

Kenshi's thumb continues rubbing your clit, a steady pace as opposed to the rougher, faster pace he's been drilling into you. Every thrust, every circle, it all brings you closer and closer. It breaks you, nearly. Kenshi only pulls away when he begins to lose his breath, simply listening to your increasing moans. Somewhere in between them, he can hear his name, slurred, but still beautiful nonetheless. Without a word, he leans back slightly, angling himself juuuust right... and with another thrust, you scream his name.

"Mhm," Kenshi sounded breathless, each thrust hitting that sweet, sweet spot. Paired with his attention to your clit, you felt that burning pressure build up below your stomach. Your eyes rolled back, your moans devolving into nothing but slurred and inaudible speech, the only coherent thing was Kenshi's name on your lips. "Let me hear you."

You obey, your hands finding his shoulders and digging your nails into them. You only get louder each passing second, the pressure building, sending waves and waves of electricity through your body. Your voice began to grow hoarse, scratchy. Kenshi moved in to attack your neck, now. Yet, you could hear him. His moans became louder, he couldn't hold them in anymore. He wasn't holding back, either. He fucked up into you with such a desire, such primal lust. A yearning that could not be quelled, no matter how disciplined Kenshi may be. He leaves hickies all down your neck, his kisses growing sloppier with his thrusts.

"Ah- fffuhhhhh.. D-arling," Those words were the only signal Kenshi had given you. He never swears, and he never cums first, and yet, you could feel him pushing deep into you. He pressed you down on his cock, letting out a rather loud groan, breathy, low, and full of bliss. He rides out his high, still striving to make sure you climax, as well. Each thrust brings him closer to stimulation, biting his lip, trying to suppress his moans.

"Kenshi!" Your walls tighten around him, as you grind against him, seeking his heat, and your own orgasm. You do not have to work for long, the heat rising from your stomach, goosebumps rising over your body. Euphoria washes over you, as you twitch, cumming onto his cock. Each wave makes you whimper, finding your thighs shaking, your grip loosening on his shoulders.

"That's it," Kenshi urges, as your body shudders one last time, releasing you from the jaws of bliss. His hands are gentle, somehow softer, as they pull you in closer to him.

Slowly, Kenshi pulls you off of him, your sweetness covering the base of his dick. You moan at the release, leaning further into him. He rubs your back, pulling you down with him into the bed. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you did, how loved you make him feel, and just how much he adores you. He will clean you up, later. But for now, he bathes in the afterglow with you held closely to his chest. To his heart.

#⁺◟sentooo #kenshi takahashi x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #kenshi takahashi x male reader #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat x ftm reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x ftm reader #kenshi takahashi x ftm reader

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Are reqs still open? I've been meaning to request smth from you for a while but college and gym has kept me busy 😭 I had an idea that an hsr guy would serenade reader outside their balcony (harana style). My head is too empty rn bc I just got back from the gym and I'm like real tired so I can't figure out which guy this would be best for but i trust ur judgement and think you'll do fantastic with whatever ypu come up with!! ❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️ -passes out-

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Harmony in the Moonlight

Pairing : Caelus x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : MY PARTNER HASN'T RESPOND TO ME YET UEUEUEUE (he's Filipino so I needed his knowledge abt this, he's on hiatus) So this is based on the research I did, IM SORRY IF THIS ISNT ACCURATE (◞‸◟；) But Hi Sugo! Hope you're doing well, thanks for requesting!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. In the quiet town where you lived, life flows steadily like a serene river, each day passing in peaceful rhythm. But all that changed the day a certain group of travelers arrived. Among them was Caelus, a young man with an air of mystery and a heart of gold. He was accompanied by his two friends, March and Dan Heng, who each added their own unique touch to the unfolding story.

From the moment Caelus first caught a glimpse of you, he felt a spark, an inexplicable connection that tugged at his heartstrings. It wasn't long before he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the gravitational pull. He was known for his composed and impartial demeanor, but his heart held a flame of chaotic good that yearned to be set free.

As he embarked on his mission alongside his companions, his thoughts often wandered to you. He'd pause in the midst of battles and explorations, offering remarks that ranged from serious to humorous, all while holding a far-off look in his eyes. His friends couldn't help but notice his distraction, but they chose to support him in his silent pursuit.

One night, as you went about your business in your room, the gentle tinkling of a rock hitting your window shattered the tranquil ambiance. Your heart skipped a beat as you cautiously approached the window, hesitantly pulling the curtains aside. And there, on the ground below, stood a trio that would forever imprint itself upon your memory.

Caelus flashed a quick, lopsided smile, a glint of mischief sparkling in his gaze. "Evening, if I might say," he greeted in his characteristic way, his voice calm yet oddly animated. "I hope we're not interrupting anything of utmost importance."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his peculiar choice of words. "Not at all," you replied, curiosity piqued. "What brings you here, Caelus?"

Dan Heng, standing a bit apart from the situation, had his arms crossed and looked completely disinterested. March, on the other hand, had her camera at the ready, her eyes shining with excitement.

With a signal to his friends, Caelus took a step forward, March and Dan Heng springing into action. The gentle strumming of the guitar began to fill the air, accompanied by March's sweet, harmonious vocals.

Caelus took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "They say the stars above can never tell a lie," he sang, his voice a rich, melodious tenor that carried the weight of his emotions. "Well, my dear, they've missed one thing—they've never seen your eyes."

Your heart danced to the rhythm of his words, his voice weaving a tale of admiration and affection. His eyes, so often veiled by his enigmatic expressions, now held a vulnerability that took you by surprise.

"As the night unfolds, and the world turns dark and deep," he continued, the sincerity in his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. "I find solace in the thought of you, my heart's secret to keep."

March's camera clicked softly in the background, capturing the essence of this intimate moment. Dan Heng, though seemingly detached, had a softness in his gaze as he listened to Caelus's serenade.

Caelus paused for a moment, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "Though I stand here with friends in tow, my words are mine alone," he confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his feelings. "For this night belongs to us, the tale of love unknown."

The final chords of the guitar echoed through the night, the silence that followed carrying the remnants of Caelus's heartfelt serenade. His companions exchanged subtle glances, a mixture of amusement and sentimentality passing between them.

As the last notes faded, Caelus's gaze remained locked onto yours, an unspoken question lingering in the air. His heart laid bare in the moonlight. March and Dan Heng exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a blend of encouragement and support.

The moment stretched, time seeming to stand still as you looked into Caelus's eyes, feeling a connection that defied explanation. And in that silence, a single thought echoed through your mind – a thought that would shape the path of your own story: sometimes, amidst the chaos of life, the most unexpected melodies can play the sweetest tunes in the chambers of the heart.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #caelus #trailblazer #caelus hsr #caelus x reader #caelus honkai star rail #caelus star rail #hsr caelus #trailblazer hsr #trailblazer caelus #trailblazer x reader #trailblazer honkai star rail #march 7th #dan heng

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