#(YELLS FOR A LITERAL ETERNITY)

[arolesbianism]

Time for more eternal gales isat au, this time featuring Sier as Isabeau, creating a sprite I can never use next to Aris’ because despite my best efforts it would make them look tall

[cloudbends]

IM ACTUALLY IN TEARS . WERE GETTING THERE

[forevercloudnine]

on again and off again and on again and

batcat break up and/or hook up playlist (Spotify || Youtube)

Too Close Sir Chloe // Lost Kitten Metric // Blah Blah Blah The Oozes // Wet Dazey and the Scouts // get him back! Olivia Rodrigo // Rehab People Planet // Margarita Spin Doctors // Paris Kate Nash // Denial Thing Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra (Spotify Alt: Gives You Hell All-American Rejects) // I Really F**cked It Up GIRLI // Good in Bed Dua Lipa

[hurkules]

Domestic Life Thoughts…

Jason likes that you need him. He goes weak in the knees when you ask him to open containers because “the top must be stuck.” He can’t help but smile and give a gentle “of course, baby.”

He likes how you drape yourself over him throughout the day. He’s always touch starved, and it gives him butterflies to think that you want him as much as he does you. He doesn’t care to have personal space when it comes to you.

Whenever he gets the chance, Jason cooks for you. He looks up recipes to try out and beams when you compliment him. Whenever you bake, he eats it all in like 48 hours or less. “Sorry, baby” he’ll say placing a kiss on your cheek. “It was too good. I couldn’t resist.”

Sometimes, he has nightmares but waking up next to you is a life saver. Once he was confused and grabbed you wrist a little too hard leaving a bruise. He begged for forgiveness and banished himself to living room for a couple of days. Occasionally, he thinks about it, plants gentle kisses there, and gives a soft “so sorry, baby. It’ll never happen again.”

Jason never yells. Even if you’re arguing, he never raises his voice at you. You yelling literally doesn’t phase him in the slightest, and, to be honest, angry you is super cute and attractive to him. Despite this, he doesn’t act with the intent to upset you. Sometimes, he’s just a dick.

He’s such a loverboy. The two of you have weekly dates and he’s always bring you back chocolate and flowers. He’ll write poems and love notes and leave them on the night stand for you to find when you get home or wake up. He blushes when he finds little love notes you left in his bag and makes a mental note to thank you for it later. You put a cat sticker on his bike, and it’s his favorite thing. He added a heart sticker next to it because “you love cats, coincidentally, you’re kinda cat like, and I love you. It works out perfectly.”

It had been years since he celebrated his birthday, so when you decided to dedicate the day to him, he nearly cried. At the end of the night, you gave him a locket with pictures of the two of you and your cats. You had Eternal Sunshine engraved on the front because “This time with you have been the brightest and warmest days of my life.” At that point, he actually did cry. “You mean the world to me, baby” he told you through tears with his head buried in your neck. “I’d do anything for you. My heart’s always been yours. I swear it.”

[tvgals]

sex isn’t always serious, so here’s my personal headcannons for silly sex moments w the jjk men :P

satoru has definitely farted a couple of times…like not even in a “you smell like shit way” but in a “i got nervy” way 😭 you’re so perfect! he can’t help but want to do everything right!

“t-oru!” you squeal, hands caressing his toned shoulders. “stay with me, baby..” he groans. his face is in the cork of your neck, unable to look at your gorgeous face — he’d cum right on the spot otherwise. “please…look at me, toru..” you manage to gasp out between moans. he lift his head up, lip between his teeth as he looks up at your beautiful face. “hi..” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. as his pace speeds up, and before either of you can utter another word…it slips out. satoru stops in his tracks, his cheeks to the top of his ears turning beet red. you let out a small chuckle. “w-was that the bed?” you start to cackle, your body shaking in amusement. satoru shoves his face back into the crook of your neck, his face hot with embarrassment.

“not funny!”

suguru’s hair has often been a detriment when it comes to sex, although you love how long it is and you enjoy doing different styles, his pride can’t get himself to pull his hair all the way up.

“baby…” you whine, tugging at the stray hairs that keep falling onto your face. “hm?” he hums, breath ragged as his aligns his dick into your hole. “pull you hair all the way up!” you reprimand him before you feel the filling feeling of your fiancées cock. “yknow i can’t do that, love.” he whispers into your ear, his hair quite literally suffocating you. “sugu’,” you huff out, frustrated that he’s not listening. you push his shoulders up and scrunch your eyebrows in a frustrated expression. “pull your hair up or we’re going to bed.” you threaten the man above you. he groans and drops his body weight onto you, knocking the wind out of your body.

“guess we’ll have to go to bed then.”

nanami often cramps when doing normal tasks, the constant strain on his body often manifesting as charley horses. “more!” you moan out, your back arching into your husband’s built frame. he groans in response to your body language, his strong hands lifting up your upper body, he’s on his knees while your legs are wrapped around his waist. while fucking you in this oh so deliberate position, it happens.

“ah, fuck!” he yells out, laying your body down onto the plush bed despite the pain shooting through his legs. you watch in confusion as your husband writhes around the bed in pain.

“don’t just look at me! help!” he grunts. you giggle to yourself while crawling over to him, stretching his leg out.

“maybe next time we’ll stick to missionary.”

choso doesn’t know what he’s doing. he knows that he wants to make you feel good, and he knows that you make him feel good all the time, so why can’t he do the same? it’s simple, right? he watches it all the time! just stick it in and go in and out…right?

“choso, baby..” you mutter, putting a hand up to his hips. “huh?” he responds, trying to line his cock up with your hole. “do you need help?” you ask tilting his chin to make him look at you. he exhales gruffly, tears brimming at his eyes. he’s so frustrated! he just wants to make you feel good! “just breathe. i promise it’s easier than you’re making it out to be.” you comfort him, caressing his biceps. he slowly sticks his cock in, but you jolt in surprise.

“wrong hole!”

toji claims to be the best person you’ll ever fuck — but he’s also getting old and lazy. “get uppp!” you whine, shaking his body in annoyance. he promised he was gonna fuck you just the way you’ve been asking these past weeks, but he’s just too “tired to do so!

“doll, go lay on the bed f’me.” you smile and make your way towards the bedroom — clothes off in almost an instant. you grin at the thought of what toji was gonna do, so eager to be pleased by the man you vowed to be with for eternity…but you sat in the bed for ten…then fifteen..which turned into twenty…which seeped into an hour! you were so upset, stomping your way into the living room to see toji — asleep. he’s snoring with drool pooling around his mouth. you roll your eyes and smack the back of his head.

“stay there.” you mumble, rolling your eyes.

[sqgeism]

haii!! Can I ask the reaction of amphoreus men to the reader don’t feel like they deserve them and feeling guilty about it? 🙏

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 if i'm turning in your stomach | amphoreus men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; am i making you feel sick ? he's so.. happy with you, and you don't seem to understand. they're in the glory and light as a chrysos heir, what could have possibly be seen in you for them to ever want to share that light?

love mail — haiii anonnie ! thank you for requesting :D in this fic, i mention the very likely theory of phainon being kevin from hi3 ! it isn't a major plot point but it is mentioned so if ure confused dont worry so am i ヽ(´Ａ`)ﾉ love u guys mwah ! 2/5.

now.. anaxa isn't a fan of gossip, accepting words at face value is foolish. especially since he is a man from a field of alchemy, trying and testing until he sees results. in this case, the truth.

but when a mutual companion, that babbling blue haired student of his, tells him that you've been feeling rather.. sad recently, he was determined to find out why.

in your defense, you were never meant to have him figure out, but this concoction you were working on was really starting to get on your nerves. you figured anaxa was still at the academy, so you were free to yell at the vial of glowing liquid like you could peer pressure it into getting it to cooperate. "stupid, stupid." you grumbled, your fists curling into a ball on the table. "i hate this, why can't i just... be like anaxa? he must feel ashamed with me. i can't do something as simple as a healing potion, after all."

you know these words aren't true, but you can't completely erase the fact you still feel them. your boyfriend was praised for his expertise in his field, couldn't you at least have learned something?—

it was then that you felt someone press up against your back, head leaning over your shoulder as anaxa sighs. his hands wrap around your waist, looking at your face like you're the moon. "your ingredients are perfect, dove. down to the measurements, but i'm sure your error comes from your order of mixing. listen to me, start with.."

you listen to his guide, trying to perfectly replicate the sequence as he speaks, but it's distracting. he hasn't.. stopped looking away from you while you work. not to mention, his hands trace the curves of your waist, as if keeping your body to memory. his sultry voice in your ear is NOT helping either.

"i heard you, you know." he mumbles, shifting his head to press kisses to your shoulder blades, somewhat relishing the way you shiver.

"do you really think i'd ever focus my time on someone who self proclaims their inadequacy?" you don't answer. "your intelligence is unmatched, dove. i couldn't think of anyone with a brain like yours, while also having a heart kind enough to open a man like me."

his advances move up to your neck, and at this point, the potion is long forgotten. your hands are too shaky to focus anyway. "please.. never think you're not good enough for me. i couldn't handle you leaving me for false truths."

your husband is a literal king, warrior, and an unmovable force.. you wonder why he settled down with an ordinary mortal. you're not quite in the spotlight, and instead, a humble historian. which means you're well versed in mydei's tales, especially ones pertaining to his past. according to rumor; mydei is fated to fall for someone for all of eternity, they were originally a warrior sworn to him, but had died tragically for mydei in the middle of a battle, in fear that the enemy had possibly been able to reach his weakest spot. after a desperate plea from the gods, they had been kind enough to have his lovers soul reborn every time they've come face to face with death. you.. were apparently the first one he's met ever since 'your death'.

and while you're.. comforted by that idea, the fact that you're fated to find mydei in every life you'll live, you also feel.. unsure. had the chrysos heir fallen for you, or for someone you used to be. and you could never really live up to be who you were.

that person was a warrior, one mydei cherished like his other half, and the myths of the two of them are romantic. how he spent hundreds of years mourning them, how they haunted his narrative. could he ever truly love who you are now?

"sweetheart?"

mydei's voice breaks through your thoughts, and you come back to reality—surrounded by your ancient maps and history. you're in your study, staring down at one of the many books written on the chrysos heirs. "are you staring at that old thing again? i told you, i don't like the way they drew me in that book." his laugh makes you feel guilty, you aren't even sure why. something about his love feels undeserving.

when you don't reply, he realizes you're not quite on a page about him.. but about you. your past life.

mydei knows how you feel about it, you've talked about it under the moon with him in hopes that its light will keep your secret safe. but he knows reassurance won't fix your insecurity easily, he needs time, and he'll give you all of it. he's waited to find you for all these years, what kind of man would he be to make you think you're anything less than precious?

carefully turning your body to him, his hand trailing up your cheek as he feels his heart ache. "sweetheart, my darling.." before he can even finish, you lean your head against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat in silence. "mydei, do you promise.. that this heart is mine? you.. you aren't after someone who i once was, and rather who i am now?"

he knows he'll have time to give you proper reassurance, but he knows you just need a few words now. "i promise, with all i am, that i have fallen in love with you all over again. and that i am yours, body and soul."

with all the mystery that surrounds your boyfriends identity, you can't help but think about it as well. do you.. really know him? does he not trust you to know him? you aren't sure. maybe you aren't as special as you thought you had been, that phainon's sweet words of how much he loves you are.. false prayers.

but you have no reason to doubt him, he's never stayed out too late or hung around people that made you question his motives, he's a good man. and you're starting to think that you don't deserve him for doubting that.

the idea clouds your mind the whole day, and for aeon's sake.. you and him are having a date night at his place. he notices it quickly, how your mind just can't seem to focus. how you move away from his touches and hesitate with every kiss, was there something troubling you? was he troubling you? that's when he's had enough of the lack of communication, he turns off the tv, pulls the blankets down, and gives you a confused but also rather upset look. "honey, what's going on in that gorgeous head of yours?

he holds his hand out to you, but you move away, the cold shoulder has never been so sweet. "phai.." you hesitate to finish your sentence, but phainon waits.

he's been known for his patience, he always has been. he was a composed man, a gentleman, he could surely hold himself togethe—

"am.. am i really anything special to you?"

he feels his heart sink to his stomach.

there's an sting that he's never quite felt before, overwhelming his body greatly. he's sure he can hear his heartbeat, or perhaps lack thereof, it's as if his world has stopped at those words.

you've begun to tear up now. "i don't know i just.. the people have been telling me things— and i'm realizing now that i don't.. i don't really know anything about you and.. i.. i'd want to get to know you better, but i understand if you don't want to, and don't trust me but—"

seeing you cry makes him remember something distant, a life he once lived in a different world. making someone he also loved so dearly cry because of what he's done.

phainon crumbles, moving closer to you to wipe your tears. you two are face to face now, his lips only a breath away as he's reminded why he loves you so much.

you're you, so human, so selfless. how could he be blind to your struggle, when he claims to watch you so carefully? "oh, angel. i'm so.. so sorry. there are things i cannot tell you yet, but i can tell you that i could never let my heart be taken by anyone else."

feather light kisses press against your eyelids, and you shudder at the contact. "sweet, sweet angel. please don't cry. i promise i'll make it up to you one day."

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[prlssprfctn]

Pit Maddness but instead of it being an excuse for all the wrong Jason does (which is nothing because he has done nothing wrong) it's instead just a guy in his head who is happy to have a new friend so he's here to hype Jason up with everything and anything.

The Lazarus Pit being used primarily by Ra's, it gets boring. He's an old man that likes to stay in his palace all day and the Pit needs *enrichment*. So when this kid who gets tossed into his waters, he is ready to become his ride or die, and that's what theater kid Jason needs. And being years and years old, he's got ideas of his own to help him out.

Jason: My perfectly mentally stable family seems to be hallucinating me since I've died. I'm going to haunt them.

Pit: You should recreate the buildup to your death by calling them from a random warehouse that is rigged to explode and each time they are too late to save you.

Jason adding that to his list of ways to psychologically torture his family plus the physical toll of them dealing with Red Hood while grinning happily.

It's Fathers' Day but Jason and Bruce got into an argument the night before.

Jason: He has plenty of children who will celebrate with him. I don't need to be there.

Pit: Find one of his exes and celebrate with them. I'd either go with Harvey or Minhkhoa. They'd love to rub it in his face.

Jason running to his car because that's a perfect idea. They can be a part of his growing cast of parental figures (-Bruce).

This is why Ra's said that Jason was a curse upon this world. A menace with an eternal supporter.

-🐳

I AM GIGGLING—

Jason reassures everyone that post Lazarus effects are annoying sometimes, and Bats just assume that it is about rage and pain, and whatever angsty stuff their paranoid brain come up with. except, Jason just means that Lazarus is always yapping. the worst part? Jason loves their ideas. it is his personal little enabler.

that being said, i remember someone on Twitter (i think) saying that Lady Bird car scene is Batman and Robins, thus:

Bruce: *criticizing Red Hood's ways to work while they are riding back home in the Batmobile*

Pit: open the front door and jump off the car. he would never recover and repeat the same mistake.

Jason: lol. yeah. thanks for idea!

Bruce: that's why we—

Jason: *jumps off the car, while it is on the high-speed*

Bruce: *high-pitched yell*

also, Pit encouraging Jason to spend time with Bruce's exes that haunt him for ages? absolutely. not to mention that it briefly witnessed Ghostbat's shenanigans while they were in the League, so—

Jason, sitting on the debrief, feeling particularly angsty because Bruce literally ignores his existence in the room, in his thoughts: god, i wish i found a way to ignore him back, you know

Pit: just call Ghost-maker.

Jason:

Jason: fuck, yeah

*on the other side of city*

Ghostmaker, staring at Jason's message with "wanna annoy B? come and pick me up from the cave":

Ghostmaker, wiping fake tears: Bruce was right. being a part of family means the world on good days.

[doubleca5t]

The fact that people on TikTok were scandalized by the existence of eternity collars is so funny to me. People were literally like "don't look up eternity collars unless you want your day ruined!!" babes you realize how extremely tame that is in the grand sceme of BDSM right? Like I don't really believe the whole "puriteen"/sex negative young ppl narrative cause it sounds like a lot of Old Man Yells at Cloud but I do think this is indicative of the fact that so few people have any actual understanding of kink practices that the average person is shocked and appalled by exposure to 101 level shit

[ohdeerfully]

Man, I just need some more sleepy Alastor x reader. Honestly, I don’t know what the plot would be or whatever but I am a literal magnet when it comes to sleepy characters😋😋

Lazy Morning

Alastor x Reader (fluff)

TW: none!

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You stretched your arms up and out as you woke up, eyes flickering open at the bright red of Hell’s sky filtering through the curtains of your room. You let your eyes close again for a moment, sighing and going limp under your covers again. You had a long night, and just… a few more minutes…

Your consciousness started slipping again, and you felt so comfortable under your fluffy duvet…

Knock, knock knock

Your eyes cracked open and you couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips. You knew exactly who knocked on your door, because he had a particular way of doing so every time. You weren’t upset that he was here, but you were upset that he was rousing you from your comfortable bed.

“Let yourself in,” You called, unintentionally sharp. You tugged the blanket around your face tighter, staring at the door as it opened softly.

Alastor peeked the top half of his body in, looked at you, laughed lightly, and fully entered the room. 

“My dearest,” He said through a gentle grin. His head tilted to the side, as if he was confused to see you laying there. “It’s… rather late in the morning! Don’t waste your eternity lying in bed!”

You simply hummed in response, and you didn’t move an inch. He stepped forwards towards your bed, looming over you. You had trouble seeing his face in the long shadows cast by the violently bright morning beaming through your curtains. But, you could tell there was a disapproving look in his features. He hated unproductivity. 

“Could you close the curtains tighter,” You pleaded, ignoring his earlier comment. You were growing irritated at the light, and shoved your face into the pillow.

Alastor ‘tsked’ and walked towards the curtains. His sharp fingers dug into the fabric… before he sharply pulled them apart, blasting light into your room.

You shouted wordlessly at him, though an intelligible ‘you dick’ was heard in your otherwise mindless yells. Alastor only cackled at you, dramatically wiping a fake tear from his eye—the sound of a laugh track on his cane joined him. He was cut off when a pillow hit him square in the face.

“Fucking close them!” You practically screamed. Your voice cracked, still dripping with sleep. You were squinting in the light to the point your eyes might as well be shut.

Alastor obeyed with a hum, a pleased look in his eyes at his own antics. The room was swamped in darkness. The demon walked towards your bed again, his eyes slightly glowing in the darkness. You watched him as he watched you.

“Now, when do you plan on not being so lazy?” There was a hint of a tease in his voice. “It’s a wonderful day in Hell.”

You slid your arms out from the blanket and reached towards him. He looked at your arms strangely. You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness.

“I’ll get up if you stay with me for a few minutes.”

Alastor thought for a moment before gingerly setting himself down on the bed near you. “I’m not going to babysit you,” He began. “Just b-” You cut him off with a whine. His eyes narrowed at you.

“Get closer,” You demanded, your arms still outstretched. Alastor wasn’t the biggest fan of your childish attitude, but he bit back a comment and scooted a couple inches forward. You lifted yourself up slightly and slid your hands behind his back, tugging him forward.

With anybody else, Alastor would have probably yanked off an arm, or something. His heart held a strangely soft spot for you, though, and he was able to fight off his instincts to let himself get dragged by your hands. He caught himself from falling completely forward, his hands placed flat on either side of your head.

You smiled up at him, a sleepy look still affecting your eyes. He felt his chest squeeze while he looked down at you. It took him a while to get used to the strange, alien emotions you made him feel in the months after he confessed to “feeling a strange way about you”, but he was starting to become more acquainted with them. He clenched his jaw, his smile becoming low and watery as his eyes watched your hand drag a light finger down his cheek.

“You curse me,” His voice was low and intimate, and it lacked the sound of radio frequency. His face inched closer to yours as he spoke. “I feel so weak near you.” He kept the fact that he hated it to himself.

You gave him a lazy, lopsided grin. “I consider myself more like a hex, really.” This made Alastor smile a bit wider. He pressed his face into your neck, and you laughed lightly at the sensation of his hair tickling your skin. He inhaled sharply before sighing, settling his body next to you.

What a change in mood, You thought to yourself as Alastor snaked an arm under your head. You saw a tired look in his eyes, something that he would tend to hide in his day to day. You knew he didn’t sleep much. 

“It’s been a few minutes,” Alastor commented. His voice had a twinge of exhaustion in it, likely brought on by laying down. It was no surprise that sleep would jump on him like a rabid animal since he kept himself awake for seemingly days on end.

“Just a few more,” You pleaded. You pressed your face into his chest, and felt it rumble slightly when he hummed an ‘okay’ in response to your request. You curled your arm around his torso.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, but you know you did when you crack open your eyes and your body feels heavy, still waking up. You lift yourself, but stop when you feel the weight of Alastor’s arm around you. You smile when you look down and see a soft, sleepy smile on his lips and a relaxed look on his features.

You slip yourself from his grip, and his eyes crack open. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, and you watch as he stifles a yawn.

You wordlessly blinks his eyes open and looks at you.

“Ready to get up?” You ask him, leaning over to stare directly down at him.

He closes his eyes in response again and sighs, simultaneously lifting an arm to lightly wrap around your waist.

You watch him for a few seconds, before looking up and around your room. Your eyes settle on your curtains, an ominous glow of light emanating from the edges. A sinister smile peaks your lips, and you weigh the pros and cons.

It was a brief thought, though, because when you looked back down at Alastor all evil intent left your body. This guy never slept, you shouldn’t interrupt this just to get back at him.

Plus, how endearing he looked, so vulnerable underneath you. The Radio Demon, sleeping, guards lowered, trusting you. You leaned down and pressed a careful kiss against his forehead before lying back down. He was quick to swamp you with his arms once again, and you suddenly wondered if it’d be so bad to sleep the day away.

[tittykittyqt]

ANGEL

Pairings : Angel!Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Synopsis : On the verge of death with a knife piercing through your heart, an angel discovers your lifeless form and is now bound to you for eternity.

Notes : Art credits to @/_3aem on Twitter! If this post gets lots of likes, I might make a part two. also this is lowkey rushed but I hope it’s still enjoyable.

w/c: 543

Lying down on the grass, your lifeless body forming a pile of blood beneath you. It all happened so quickly, peacefully watering the plants you had worked so hard on. Just a typical day nothing out of the ordinary. Humming as you organize the various plants, a sudden sharp object had pierced right through your heart.

Yelling in pain as you look down to the sight of the tip of the knife right in between your breasts. Your legs giving up on balancing as you drop to the floor. The pain was absolutely excruciating,blood consistently gushing out. Everywhere around you was covered in your blood. It all looked like a complete massacre. Soon enough you had no more energy in you to scream.

You had accepted your fate.

Staring at the blue sky, lying on your own blood beneath you. You embraced the pain, you were aware that your life won’t last so long. Maybe this was karma doing its job, you made several bad decisions in life so it’s only fair that karma has reached you.You can feel your breathing slowly coming to a stop, desperately trying to gain oxygen.

Struggling to gain some air, a tall man with white hair, huge wings, and a halo descends from the sky. A white light casting your area as he moves down towards you. His wings fluttering as his halo glows so brightly. He lands as he approaches your spiritless body, you couldn’t believe what you’re seeing.

“oh heavens, let me revive you sweetheart!” His bright glowing blue eyes were filled with worry as he looks down upon you. Crouching down as he places both his hands on the wound. Softly pushing down as a yellowish light was flashing down his arms down to his hands. His halo glowing more than before, the sky above was no longer seen as white clouds gathered to cover it.

Your body slowly being filled with the power of the angel who came upon you. Your form was slightly floating in the air as it glowed with the yellowish light. Your wound began to close up, as the blood came to a stop. The angel removed his hands from you as your body hit the surface.

Slowly opening your eyes, you realized that you had lived. Gaining your ability to properly breathe again as your heart rate goes back to normal. “The heavens have sent me towards you, my dear.” You looked to your right, and oh you must praise and thank the heavens because the man in front of you is indeed heavenly.

“W-who are you..?”, your breath was taken away(literally) by his beauty. His beauty was unexplainable, too majestic to even fathom. Looking down at you with a small smile on his face, moving a strand of your hair away from your face. “Oh you know, an angel that comes from the celestial city”. You hummed at his response as you observe his features. His charm took your voice away, knowing you have so much to say and ask you just can’t speak. He truly is an angel.

“From now on, I..satoru gojo shall protect you with the guidance of the heavens. The blessing from the officials up above, I am with you for eternity.”

[zozo-01]

His greatsword swung through another training dummy, slashing in into two pieces. It's a shame that none of these dummies could withstand his might and fury. Oh well, he would just have to keep going until he finds something more challenging. Perhaps one of the other heirs would be available for some friendly sparring?

Before he could ready himself for another swing, a voice perked up behind him.

"You know, Okhema may be blessed with Kephale's eternal light, but I think even They would tell you that night has come." He didn't need to turn around to know that it was you, your blunt yet teasing tone following him wherever he goes.

You were one of the Chrysos Heirs that greeted him alongside Lady Aglaea the day he was welcomed into Okhema not that long ago. A mysterious thing you were, always floating in and out of existence, never staying in one place for too long. Even the other Heirs he spoke to know not who you are nor your role in the Flame-Chase journey.

Nonetheless, Lady Aglaea trusted you and he trusted her.

"To what do I owe you the pleasure, my lady?" He didn't bother to face you, mind to focused on his training.

Phainon was going to continue his massacre of the training dummies, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Perhaps you should take a break," an uncharacteristic worried tone took over your voice, giving him the impression that you cared, for what reasons, he didn't know. It had been a while since he started his training, so maybe a brief pause wasn't entirely out of the question.

Phainon turned around to face you, taking in the sight of you. You were beautiful, no one in Amphoreous could deny that. A being blessed by Mnestia themself. You always had a way to leave him a little flustered, finding himself stumbling over his words whenever you simply look at him.

(He was taught that the most beautiful of statues are constructed to hide the most tragic tales. So what secrets do you hide behind those pretty eyes?)

You take a glance behind him with a raised eyebrow, taking note of all the destroyed dummies behind him.

"Someone of your stature could do better then lifeless mannequins, no?" you say with a smirk on your lips. "Is Mydei not available to train with you?"

"He went to his chambers a while back," Phainon responded. Mydeimos had provided him a wonderful training partner, but he wasn't going to let the Prince dictate his schedule.

"Don't you think if the Prince of Castrum Kremnos is taking a break, it should be a good indicator that you should rest as well, Deliverer?" you ask as you cock your head to the side.

How could he rest knowing the Black Tide continues to take over more and more of Amphoreous every day? That one day he will come to face the phantom that took his home? He wasn't strong enough back then and he refuses to make that mistake again.

"I have to get stronger to face off against the Black Tide, my lady." He turned back to the training dummies.

"Oh no, what hell will befall us if the great Deliverer fails to destroy all the training equipment in Okhema," you laugh and he could tell you rolled your eyes behind him. Phainon knew you were joking, that you were simply teasing him, but that didn't stop the rage flooding into his heart, like a tide taking over a beach.

Without even thinking, he dropped his greatsword and marched over to you with anger etched onto his face. He stopped just a breath away from your face.

"If you have nothing of worth to say, then I suggest you leave." Phainon was shocked by the steel and venom he was letting out. He usually was better at controlling his feelings, but tonight, he was ready to burst at the seams.

You didn't yell back, you didn't raise your weapon. You barely even flinched. Instead your own gaze turned to ice and you asked him a simple question.

"Do you think you're the only one who has lost everything to the Black Tide?"

He was taken aback by your question, taking a literal step back before responding.

"No, I-"

"Then hear this Deliverer," you didn't give him the chance to respond. "You don't need to shoulder this burden alone. All of us have lost something and all of us are willing to fight to take back what is rightfully ours. There are multiple heirs because even Kephale knew an individual could no do this alone." You take a breath with a sigh, your face softening. "You're no good to us Phainon if you're dead tired from all this training. So hear me when I say that you should take a break for today, okay?" He was damn near hypnotized by the gentle eyes you gave him.

He gulped, not knowing how to respond other then to simply nod his head and accept that he will not be training today.

"Wonderful," you exclaim. Phainon doesn't even realize that you have hooked your arm around his, dragging his tired body towards the City Square. In that moment, his stomach grumbled and he wondered when was that last time he even ate something.

"I'll promise you a sparring session tomorrow, to make up for tonight," you offered to him. "I know I'm no Mydei, but I think I could keep up with you." Phainon knew damn well that if there was anyone who could beat both him and Mydeimon is a battle, it would be you.

"It would be my pleasure, my lady." His mind is already dreaming of what tomorrow would bring.

In that moment, he realized that he had gain something that he thought wasn't possible after the massacre of Aedes Elysiae. He thought he buried his need for human connection, his desire to let someone into his heart. He was even considering telling you his real name

But in you he found something he hadn't had in a long time.

A friend. Maybe even something more. He was going to make sure he wouldn't lose you too.

(It was too late, for your fate was sealed in the stars that hung behind Calamity's Gate. Poor Deliverer, destined to rule the world alone.)

(Not if he had anything to say about that.)

My poor, sweet Phainon, the horrors that await you are numerous ;-;

Shoutout to @baeshijima for not only feeding the Phainon obsession, but also been inspring me to write *gasp* fanfics for other fandoms?? The audacity of me T-T. The big one is coming... soon... I think.

[gregrulzok]

I got kinda poet-ish about it in my last post but I need to be more direct:

Genuinely what the FUCK is wrong with Daniel Molloy.

Like okay, yes, 100+ year old broody vampires with incredibly tragic backstories will be hot and a little bit insane. That's literally a given.

Daniel Molloy is a 30-somethings man with a budding alcohol problem and verging on a midlife crisis, and his response to a world-shattering revelation that vampires are real is to go SO fucking off the rails that his 500 year old millionaire stalker that blends rats for fun, reads 70 books a day at mach speed, and once SEWED A YOUNG GIRL'S HEAD TO AN OLDER WOMAN'S BODY AFTER MURDERING THEM has to be like "Daniel you're being weird again".

Like this man.

- Has no backstory as far as I know? Certainly no tragic tale I've ever heard. He'd literally some dude off the street.

- Is one of the only characters to ever be with Armand and NOT fetishize the fact that he looks 17 (hats off)

- BUT he DOES fetishize him being a literal fucking corpse, direct quote "I like kissing. And snuggling with dead things, yes, hold me." so maybe we should place him on some kind of list anyway

- Is literally ADDICTED to vampire blood, and the reason for it is that it gives him fucked up visions of suffering and torment and he's into that

- (I'm cutting him a lot of slack for also being not dissimilarly addicted to having his blood drunk, because this is Tunglr and I think we can all relate to that, but let the record state for real world purposes that's still fucking weird)

- Yells at and berates his deranged vampire stalker WELL before the time they become Lovers, in the MIDDLE of said deranged vampire stalker having some kind of angry meltdown. ("I WANT YOU TO DIAL PARIS, I WANT TO SEE IF YOU CAN REALLY TALK TO PARIS" [...] "WHAT ARE YOU, AN IMMORTAL IDIOT?" This is during a time period where, for all he knows, the deranged vampire stalker is fully comfortable with and even vaguely planning on killing him.

- Hears OVER AND OVER AGAIN how becoming a vampire is nothing but a terrible irreversible eternal curse, sees how every vampire he meets (all... Two of them, to be fair), longs for humanity, and STILL thinks "Nah. I'm built DIFFERENT."

- Like. Listen. He's aware of the pain and suffering he'd bring to others. He fully knows about it because he drinks Armand's blood. And he WANTS TO DO THAT, like that would NOT be an issue for him.

- At best that's a sacrifice he's willing to make so he gets to cuddle his dead boyfriend for all eternity. At worst, and more probably, that's a fun perk for him.

Like Daniel what is your fucking PROBLEM, man.

[dxxdhood]

Okayyyyyy your sub!Wade Wilson fic literally destroyed me and I need like a million more consider yourself my new dealer

(If reqs are open can I get uhhhhh Wade Wilson where he's needy but has no idea what he wants so reader has to shut his brain off and figure it out for him pls and thanks)

hi anon, i love this idea so much omg! i may have played around with it a bit but i think i still kept the same core idea. i went with fem! reader on this, but if you want a similar request with gn! or male! reader, let me know! pls enjoy!!!

rough night

pairing: wade wilson x fem!reader

summary: wade needs your love and attention, and luckily, you're always there to help him out.

tags: smut (18+), sub!wade wilson, dom!reader, dirty talk, praise kink, light bondage, grinding, clothed sex, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism, car sex

wc: 2.0k

“Okay, babe, hear me out: the ending to the stage version of Little Shop is leagues better than whatever deus ex machina crap they had to throw into the last two minutes of the movie. Cowardly movie-goer audiences can not handle true stage-level tragedy–”

“Wade!” You shout, nearly swerving the car as you double check the directions. Past midnight on the freeway after a long day, you barely had the concentration to drive in silence– much less in a car with your partner in it. “Can you help me get us home first before we start arguing over musical movies again. Please?”

Wade hums, tapping his scarred hand against the console, “That’s a big ask, I’m not so sure I can, to tell you the truth. You wanna talk about musical movies? Can we talk about how big The Greatest Showman got when the score is nothing but pop songs? Look, I get the lead actor looks like my crazy-hot new best friend, but the 2010s had way better stuff coming out.”

Turning his head so you could see the shit-eating grin plastered on his face, he whistles a note before speaking. “You missed our exit, by the way.”

“What?” You double check the GPS to make sure he’s not lying. Sure enough, he’s right. “Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Oh, you know. Typical Deadpool, just pissing off everyone around him all the time for no reason,” he chimes in again, and something about his tone sets you off. You speed across the next available ramp, and after the few seconds it takes for you to end up on a deserted road, you stop the car.

Taking a deep inhale, you make sure to hit the inside light so he can see you properly, and you grab the arm still fidgeting next to you. “Wade, what’s up with you?”

His eyes go large, and his expression loses all the mischief immediately. Shaking his head a little, he purses his lips. “Nothing. Nothing’s up.”

“Let’s just get home,” he says after an empty moment, almost like he’s booting up again. “You can yell at me the entire way back, okay? I was being a pain in the ass. I’ll take it lying down, promise.”

Seeing him in the dim, yellow lighting, he’s trying to retreat into his hoodie. He’s pulling away from you even as he speaks, and it makes your stomach turn.

“Let’s–” you start, unbuckling your seatbelt before gripping the door handle.  “Let’s just take a second first.”

You catch a wash of confusion on his face, but you exit the car and walk over to his side before he voices his thoughts out loud. Opening his door, you quickly envelope him in a hug before he can try to pull away again.

You swear you heard a whimper, but it was so quiet, you nearly missed it. Almost instantly, Wade buries his head in your neck, and his arms wrap around your middle tight. 

The two of you stay there, alone, with the gentle sound of crickets chirping in the background for what feels like a small eternity. You know it must have only been a few minutes, because shortly, your thighs burn from the angle you’re bending at, so you gently pull away. You decide not to mention the wetness left on your shirt.

“What do you need?” You ask.

He shakes his head again, but faster this time. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t even know why I was trying to piss you off.”

“Today was fine, right? I thought so, but all of sudden everything felt like it was going to shit. In my head, I just started going around in circles, going over all the little ways I kept fucking up, and – I don’t know – it got to me.” Wade brings a palm to his forehead. “It’s just one of those hate-yourself days, I guess.” 

You nod, taking one of his hands in yours as you stand on the dying grass surrounding the road. Rubbing his palm with your thumb, trying to transfer some of your warmth to him, you’re suddenly met with an idea so good, you can keep inside the chuckle. 

“Sorry, sorry!” You choke. “Not laughing at you, I just– I just think it’s funny where my brain goes.”

“What do you mean?” He looks up at you with pupils so big, you just want to go back to squeezing him. 

“Well, we’re all alone out here.”

You can almost see the loading screen in Wade’s mind when he breaks out in a laugh. “No way, I finally found someone worse than me.”

“Would you want to?”

He’s nodding before he can even process, but after a second a frown sets in. “You know I’m always down to clown around, but I’d just be a burden right now. I’m all sad and icky and touchy-feely. I don’t even know what I–”

“You want me to handle it?” you interrupt. “I’ll just do stuff we’ve liked doing in the past. You don’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll make it all good for you.”

Wade turns his head away, and for a terrifying moment, you believe you’ve made him uncomfortable. But a part of him wins whatever fight is going on eternally, and when he faces you again, a blush coats his cheeks.“You’d do that?”

“You think I’m offering ‘cause I like hearing myself talk?”

“You have the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard,” he smiles, and not having learned anything, you bend down again to kiss him. He responds fast, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek as he pulls you in closer. No matter how much of you he gets, he always finds himself needing more.

You push his hood down and you carefully run your hands across his scalp, cradling his head, as you deepen the kiss. Licking inside his mouth, you feel more than hear a rumble build in his chest.

Breaking away, you pull your sweater off before laying it on the ground in front of the passenger seat. Stepping to the side, you give Wade a second to process before you order him.

“Kneel.”

He definitely mumbles a soft “holy shit” as he slips out of the car and drops to his knees. Briefly, you run your hands across his shoulders, kneading at the intersection between his shoulders and neck, feeling the tense muscle there. Typical Wade to cause problems instead of talking about his own. Just how long was he carrying around all of this tension? Maybe when you’re both home later, at what will probably be the crack of dawn, you can run him a warm bath or give him a better massage.

For right now, you slip past him and sit in the car seat above him. Angled so your legs dangle out the car door opening, you place a hand around the back of Wade’s neck and urge him closer.

“You ready?” You whisper. “You want to eat me out, Wade?”

He buries his head into your thigh at your words as he lets out a groan, “Yes, please, oh my god.”

Grabbing both of your legs, he lifts them onto his shoulder and he already starts to move his head closer in between them.

“Hold on,” you grab one of his hands, interlocking your fingers. “Here, help me move one of my legs off your shoulder and against your dick.”

To his credit, he does, even as he shivers at your words. As he scooches around, trying to get comfortable or maybe just hungry for more sensation already, you feel his cock half hard.

“You’ve been wanting this, huh? Wanting me to boss you around a little,” you whisper, inching your head closer to his so you can whisper in his ear. “Wanting to hear dirty things in my voice?”

“Yes!’ he shouts. “Yes, please! Can I eat you out, babe? I’ll be good!”

“”Course you will be,” you smile. “You’re always so good for me.”

With a little maneuvering around your legs, you manage to slip your shorts and underwear off, accidentally tossing them into the darkness.

Wade frowns, his brow creasing, “No, I haven’t been very good lately–”

On command, you grab his chin and tilt it so his gaze rests on yours. There’s no hiding from your words now. “Don’t say that. Stop talking.”

“You don’t feel good?” you smirk. “Then prove to me right now how good you can really be.”

He needs no further encouragement as he buries his face between your thighs, already licking across you, teasing you even now. His pace is quick, desperate, but he’s still careful to avoid where you need him most.

With one hand perched at the top of his head, you scratch the other down his neck as a warning, but all it does is draw a moan from him. You can feel the vibrations through you, and it causes you to grind across his mouth.

Panting heavily, you decide to even the score. You press your calf up against his hard cock, inching it backwards and forwards, bit by bit, and that’s all it takes for Wade to remember his own needs. Wanting  you already, he slowly grinds against your leg, and though it feels harsh through his pants, from past experience as well as the wet groans filling the air, you’re sure Wade enjoys it.

Suddenly, he decides to circle your clit in earnest, and it draws a loud moan from you. You begin to grind yourself against his tongue, still somehow working you with coordinated movements despite how out-of-control he humps your leg.

His whimpers slip out of him, as if he’s been completely fucked dumb just by getting off on your leg. The power is heady, and you move your hands to his, wrapping them around his wrists and bringing them in front of him to settle right in front of his stomach. Once you’re sure you’ve got a secure grasp, you bring one of your hands away to tilt his face up to yours so you can kiss him again.

You taste yourself warm on his lips, and the thought causes even more heat to pool at your core. All too soon, you pull away from him and shove his head back between your thighs. 

“Fuck, Wade, so good. You’re so good for me.”

He’s whimpering right into your core and involuntarily, the hand restraining his wrists clenches. The harshness only turns him on further, and he continues rubbing himself along your leg so quick, you’re sure it must be starting to sting.

“Yeah? You like fucking my leg, Wade? I love seeing you grind on me, sweetheart, you’re so pretty.”

His pace increases, and he starts letting out frequent moans in between the warm breaths he exhales onto you. Your thighs are shaking – his speed for you has never faltered – and you shove his face towards you with the palm against his head.

“I’m gonna come. You wanna be my good boy and come with me, huh?”

At that, he releases a loud groan into your pussy, and you feel yourself coming, dripping onto his already soaked face. At your wetness, his grinding only increases, and after only a few more seconds, Wade finishes, cum seeping from his pants onto your leg. 

The two of you stay silent with only your breaths slowly returning to normal to fill the air. Wade’s eyes are large, gazing at you like you’re all he could ever want, and it’s almost too overwhelming for you to return.

Shakily, he pushes off the ground and makes it to his feet before he stumbles to the side. On instinct, you jump from the seat outside to catch him, your arms wrapped around his waist. You’re still afraid that he’ll fall, but Wade lets out a light giggle.

“If you couldn’t drive us home before, I’ve got no clue how we’re making it back now.”

You lightly slap his arm, “You could be nicer to me after I made you come, bitch.”

He lets out a groan that would sound exaggerated if it came from anyone else, “Shit, call me that next time!”

“Next time I wreck you in the middle of nowhere?” you smirk.

“Just name a time and place.”

[i2rizz]

i love your “turning into kids” posts!! if you don’t mind, would you be open to writing a third part with karasu and barou? hope your day is going well 🖤

Awh thank you love :)

And ofc i can! Tho i saw someone asking if their memories are intact- yep they still have them but, they also now have that childish mentality yk?

Bllk Boys Turned Into Children Pt.3

Baby!Barou Shoei

You hear growling from your kitchen. Not animalistic—human. Menacing. You turn the corner to see a tiny figure glaring up at your fridge.

“I know you’re hiding the meat in there”

It’s Barou. Except… like two feet tall. His little arms are crossed, hair somehow still styled, and he’s standing on a chair he clearly dragged over himself.

You gasp. “What the—Barou!?”

“I don’t need help,” he snaps, puffing out his cheeks. “I just need steak”

When you pick him up, he protests violently. “Put me down! I am the KING! You cannot carry royalty like this!” But the moment his sock slips on the tile and he almost faceplants, he clings to your hoodie and mutters, “Don’t tell anyone…”

Later, he insists on brushing your hair because “kings know grooming” Then he wraps a blanket around himself and your cat and proclaims: “This is my kingdom now. You may enter. Bring snacks”

Also? He wears your pink slippers like they're armor. Declares your cat his "sidekick" Names it Deathlord.

Baby!Karasu Tabito

There’s glitter on the floor. And on your counters. And in the toaster?

Karasu sprints into the room wearing your sunglasses upside down and a towel as a cape.

“TOO LATE TO STOP ME, WOMAN—I’M A SUPERSTAR”

“…Karasu?”

He flashes finger guns. “You know it”

He proceeds to climb onto the table and reenact his greatest goals using orange slices and marshmallows. He narrates it all, commentating with the drama of a telenovela.

“Karasu... did you drink my iced coffee?”

“I NEEDED THE ENERGY. This is my prime”

You try to sit him down, but the moment he sees your TV remote, he yells, “THIS ACTIVATES THE LAUNCH SEQUENCE!” and starts mashing buttons.

Later, he crash-lands into your laundry basket and passes out mid-sentence: “I could’ve been president of—” snores

•Bonus-At one point he asks, "If I eat five marshmallows in under a minute, can I evolve into a dragon?"

You blink.

"Watch me" he whispers.

Spoiler: he throws up.

Baby!Otoya Eita

When you find him, he's standing in front of your mirror, shirt half-buttoned, striking poses.

“Oh?” he turns around. “So you’re the angel I fell for”

“Otoya,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re literally five”

He winks. “Age is temporary. Charm is eternal”

You try to ignore him as he follows you around the house with a flower crown he made from weeds. He keeps placing it gently on your head like he’s proposing.

“I’d build you a pink palace if I was taller” he mumbles during snack time, looking up at you like you hung the stars.

When it’s nap time, he pulls your hoodie sleeve. “You’ll stay with me, right? Princes can’t sleep alone”

Cue you tearing up while he snores into your arm.

Baby!Oliver Aiku

He's weirdly chill. Like... suspiciously chill.

"Yo," he says, staring up at you from the floor with sleepy eyes and tousled hair. "You got juice?"

You're about to ask what's going on, but he's already made himself a blanket fort on the couch, watching Netflix with your dog curled up next to him.

“Yo,” he repeats lazily, blinking at you. “You always look this good?”

You pause. “Aiku?”

“Yeah?” he grins. “Want snacks?”

He’s weirdly calm for a kid. Until he discovers your phone camera and starts taking dramatic selfies while lounging under throw blankets like he’s on a yacht.

He keeps asking about your skincare routine, tells you your perfume is “luxury-tier” and lowkey flirts in the most child-safe, ridiculous way.

“You’re prettier than any princess in storybooks” he says, holding up a crayon drawing of you with an oversized crown.

Then he yawns and curls up on the sofa, hoodie over his head, and says, “You’re my favorite person. Don’t tell the others”

You melt on the spot.

[little-forest-goblin]

Ummh excuse me IM GONNA NEED MORE SUB FIVE CONTENT PRETTY PLEASE

Oooo im on my way my friend. Sub five content coming right up. Enjoy the show. ❤️ (Also sorry for the long wait my friend i had rewrite it cause the first darft was SHITTY. I hope you enjoy this!)

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Control

Warnings: Sub five, Bondage/binding, Teasing, Edging, Riding, mistress usage, Don reader, Degrading, Creampie, Aftercare, and words of affirmation

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Five had married you years ago. Those were the happiest days of you and his life. But being a man who showed confidence and a protective personality he still hid his own insecurities. 

Any insult thrown at him would be thrown at the perpetrator tenfold devastating their egos like it was fine china glass. That being said, he sometimes felt like an inadequate husband to you. He felt like no matter what he did or no matter how much you told him it was enough it just wasn't. 

His brain liked to fuck with him a lot. After years and years of being alone and being traumatized and being made into a killer your brain really fucks with you in whatever horrific way it can think of. Hell sometimes he didn't even know how you ended up loving him. He was a pain in the ass when you and him first met. but you loved him through it all and he is eternally grateful.

Five got off another day of work at the CIA building. Today was particularly stressful. His shoulders were tense and his brows furrowed. He, for a few weeks now, has had to lead a particularly difficult case. He was okay with keading cause it meant things would go his way but…it stressed him out. Sometimes he didn't want to lead. He didn't want to always have to be in control of things. Sometimes he wanted to let go. 

And that's where you come into play. Literally.

Currently five was kneeled before you as you sat in an armchair you and he had in the bedroom. He was naked with his hard cock protruding from between his legs standing so very pretty. He was kissing up your leg to your knee and thigh. Scars littered his body from a hard life of work and fighting. 

his eyes held submission as he opened his eyes looking up at you as you pet his head. You pulled back his hair to get a better look at his eyes. They were a soft green but darkened slightly with lust. 

He spoke up, not being able to stay silent anymore with all this anticipation. “Mistress, i need you so badly” he had said this with half of his words as a whine.

you tightened your hand in his hair pulling his head back gently making him gasp “Didn't i tell you you need to be patient? Hm? half the fun is the build up isn't it?” you said with a teasing lull of your voice. 

this made five desperate “Please mistress i can't do this. I need you now” he looked at you desperately. You looked into his eyes and you could see the absolute seriousness within them. 

“Please, y/n” he begged

you knew it was serious you nodded “Get on the bed” 

he scrambled to the bed and went and sat against the headboard. You went to the end of the sides and began to lock his wrists with a pair of soft handcuffs on either side of the board. You spoke as you did each side “You remember the color safeties right?” 

he nodded eager to say them outloud. You needed him to say it though. Though you like being in control you want him to have a safe and fun experience. “You gotta say them back to me baby”

he swallowed and didn't say anything at first until you looked at him “We don't have to do this if you don't want” your hands moved to free him which he immediately yelled a no.

“No! i-i wanna do this!” he said eagerly. His little haze of eagerness unfogging for a minute so he can think straight. “Red means I am uncomfortable and want to stop. Yellow means i'm not sure let's talk about it or take it slow. Green means im all good and ready”

you smiled “Good boy, five” you leaned down kissing him which he returned. You and his lips melted together displaying love, trust and affection.

you pulled off and panted a little catching your breath. Once caught up you looked at him “Ready?”

he nodded and eagerly waited. He watched you as you unclipped your bra and pulled down your lacy underwear making his already hard cock leak precum. God you were beautiful. 

you chuckled “someone is very happy” you chucked your items to the laundry basket. you crawled towards him on the bed coming to straddle him your pussy rubbing on his cock but never penetrating yet 

he whined and mewled like a cat in heat. He arched up and his hands struggled with the cuffs to touch you. You knew he could blink out of them if he wanted to so there were no issues.

You grinded on his cock teasing him the whole time. Making him go crazy with the feeling of your wet heat. “p-please y/n i'll be the best boy ill be so good for you” he begged and whined

you chuckled and evilly grinded down harder making a choked moan come from him. He thrusted his hips up to get more but you pulled away making him frustratedly groan.

you laughed “Somebody mad they can't get what they want? To bad baby” you grinded down on him again making him gasp and arch up.

His cock throbbed with need. A specific vein making the grinding down almost difficult for you to not just let him enter and ride him like crazy.

After a while you yourself were wet as hell making a slick noise as you grinded on his cock. You edge him like that for a long time. Bringing him to the edge and never letting him fall. It was driving him nuts. 

Eventually he couldn't take it and he blinked out of the cuffs making you gasp in surprise. He appeared behind you and grabbed you, flipping you over onto your back. His eyes are wild with need. His cock so hard and leaking came to your pussy teasing your entrance. 

he panted and looked at you “p-please baby let me fuck you…i-i need you so bad…” he begged as he looked into your eyes. Even though he was on top he was still a submissive begging slut

you smirked and kissed him deeply. He didn't protest against it. He kissed back just as deeply. you pulled back and whispered in his ear “Fuck me”

with no protest he slid inside slowly making your back arch up. He whimpered and his head fell onto your shoulder as he started pumping in and out.

Your hand went into his hair as you moaned. His whimpers could be heard and his hands slid down your body holding your hips. “Oh god you feel so good, mistress. You’re so beautiful…i can't take it!” 

you shushed him and pulled his head deeper into your neck as he planted reverent kisses and nips on it. He soothed them with licks. 

his thrusts sped up slamming into you. He pulled away and his head fell back. He swore he saw stars “Oh god mistress please let me cum”

you reached up, taking his jaw and pulling him down to look at you, giving eye contact. “Don't you dare cum yet do you hear me? don't you dare”

his cock jumped inside you at the dominance. He let out a breathy moan “bu-“

You pushed him onto his back making him gasp. You began to ride him keeping eye contact as you pinned his hands on either side of his head “I thought i was in control huh? f-fuck!” your head fell back

he whined trying to move his hands to hold onto your waist but you kept them by his head. “i-im sorry mistress p-p-please- OH FUCK!” he screamed out when you swivel your hips with a deadly combination of slamming your hips down right after.

Your legs burned from how you were working them but that chase of pleasure was phenomenal. His back arched up, his eyes shutting tight and his mouth parting. “F-fuck i cant take it mistress please!”

you chuckled dark and evilly “You wanted to act like a slut your gonna get fucked like one. Now take it, bitch”

his moans became louder. He found it so hot when you degraded him by putting him in his place. He was always the one with smart quips and always being praised at work. Sure he loved your praise but sometimes he wanted to be told he was worthless for a little bit. Hurt his ego a little and then build him back up right after.

“p-please mistress i-ill be a good boy i-i promise! please let me cum!” he groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock making him shudder and raise his hips up to fuck into you. 

you let out your own little moans. God he felt good. He always fills you nicely, always knowing exactly where and how you like it. you panted as you looked down at his hair in his face. Your tits bouncing in his face. It mesmerized him as he looked at them. “y-yeah you wanna cum you slut?”

he nodded desperately. He wasn't looking into your eyes as he nodded or said a word. He had to say it. You took his jaw turning his head to look into your eyes “What was that, whore?” you said with a slightly aggressive tone

he looked into your eyes with such submission pushing you closer to your own edge. “i-i wanna c-cum. I..i wanna cum inside you please please, mistress” 

you groaned as your hold fell back at the feeling of your own orgasm coming closer. “Than fucking cum” you moved your hands to his chest

That was all he needed. He grabbed your hips helping move you, easing some pain in your legs. His hips slammed into you too. He chased his own pleasure along with yours. 

your moans mingled in the room. Skin upon skin became the only music that got faster and faster till he started to stutter at the feeling of your clenching walls. He soon came inside you he whined and groaned like a puppy. He kept thrusting to get you there too. soon after you reached your own orgasm clenching him tightly milking him for what he was worth

as movement calmed you both still, panting and heavy breathing. Skin slightly slick with sweat and the room heavy with the smell of sex. 

Five’s eyes were half lidded. He reached up, taking your body and bringing it closer to his own which you happily agreed to. You laid on him. Your weight comforting him. 

for a while you laid there together before taking a shower or bath. you eventually broke the silence “I want you to know i don't think of you as a slut” you said quietly

he chuckled “You always are affirming me afterwards. You do know I know you don't think of me that way right?” 

you nodded “Yes but i always want you to know i love and care about you” 

he looked down at you and kissed you softly which you happily returned. He eventually pulled back but kept you and him forehead to forehead. “Thank you, y/n, my dear. I love you” 

you smiled and took his hand intertwining fingers “I love you to, my love” you smiled up at him. You and him went to the bathroom after to clean up. You and him cuddled up in a bathtub. Your head buried in his shoulder as the warm soapy water washed away sweat and any tension. you and him stayed like that for a while wrapped in each other's love.

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Hi i hope you enjoyed my story! Sorry this took so long and dont worry more is on the way! please do not be afraid to request story ideas! i love you be safe out there 😘 💋

[sailornymph]

Hello! I was wondering if you could wip something up for either Minato or Madara :3 Thank you!!

blessing; madara uchiha

synopsis — child birth is one of the scariest, yet beautiful things in the world

a/n — literally a super random idea that came to me, but please leave a short summary. i am not asking for an essay, just an idea of what i am writing

"don't stop, not yet," you held onto madara’s hands. your belly swollen, nine months pregnant, you would pop any day now. you loved how clingy your husband had become, enjoying the process of his heir growing.

madara spoiled you, making it a habit, rubbing different essential oils onto your belly, lifting it in the process. what he didn't realize is how much of a relief it brought to your back and hips. he would be in his own world, speaking to the growing fetus, oblivious to the comfort he brought to you.

"you look so beautiful, you are growing so strong, my child, you have your mother glowing, how do you feel?" he spoke to the both of you. you were glowing, your skin flawless, carrying his baby.

"hm, you don't want know how i feel," you told him, taking deep breaths, holding them, before exhaling.

you had been dealing with contractions, and were preparing for the possibility of going into labor. your midwife had been prepping everything, wanting to ensure a smooth home birth.

"what you have done for me, nothing i’ve accomplished can live up to this standard of honor," he said, rubbing your stomach, as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“it's not the same, i’m not defeating anyone in battle, madara,” you smiled, biting back the discomfort.

“but you will be birthing my child, one of many more who will have the strength of both, you and i”

“many more?”

“maybe eight more, six should be the minimum-

“who's having all those babies, madara?”

“my dear if i could carry them, then i would help, but i have a lot of things i want to share with you,” he chuckled.

“let’s think about the first born for now,” you shook your head, rubbing your bump.

“fine, we’ll move on your time, but when you're prepared, he will be up and ready for you,” he said, leaning back.

"could you help me stand, and stop talking about mini madara, i think i need to go again," you told him, watching as he stood, carefully helping you up, when you heard a small pop, liquid soon running down your leg.

"i think my water just broke," you told him, cupping the bottom of your stomach. as he wrapped his arms around you, helping you sit back down.

his eyes widened, before he called izuna, yelling that he go retrieve the uchiha midwife, while he carried you to your shared bedroom. she, along with the young intern, rushed into the room. stripping you from your kimono, you would soon directed to prepare for the birth of your child.

pacing back and forth outside of the room, for the first time in a very long time, madara was nervous. the screams you released made his skin crawl. he wanted to help you, yet there was nothing he could do to stop his beloved wife from being in such agony.

"miss y/n, you can do this"

“no, i need madara, please,” you cried, and in an instant, he ripped the door open, rushing to your side.

“i’m right here, i am here with you, be strong,” he tried to encourage you.

"i can't do it, it hurts," you cried, shaking your head. you felt like you were being ripped apart, from inside out. your body was on fire, it was all becoming too much.

"you can, y/n, you are like no other, i know you are hurting, but you must endure," he kissed your tear covered cheek, holding your hand.

nodding your head at his words, you kept trying to accept his and the interns words of encouragement, telling you to keep pushing, but their voices soon became muffled. his voice was the only thing your eyes managed to catch.

he kept telling you to keep pushing, kissing your cheek, every few minutes. after what felt like an eternity of pain, you heard the crying, as she was lifted from between your legs.

"a girl," your midwife smiled, as izuna soon ripped open the door, madara’s father, along with your family following, giving their congratulations, as she was placed in your arms.

"she's so beautiful," you whispered.

“the heiress has arrived,” madara’s father spoke, as everyone cooed at her beauty. even minutes it was obvious, she would be the epitome of the clan’s beauty, as the clans first heiress

"she is beautiful like her mother," madara told you, turning your head towards him, he pecked your lips, before he furrowed his eyebrows, looking concerned. he began speaking, but you couldn't hear a word he said.

you were about to question him, along with the midwife, worried at your muffled ears, when you began seeing dots, and just like that, you were out cold.

waking up, you felt overwhelmed with stress, when madara touched your shoulder.

"it is alright, relax," he pecked your lips.

"what happened? where's the baby?" you felt yourself panicking. you had been changed into a new kimono, lying down comfortably, wrapped in the warmest blanket.

"you passed out from exhaustion, and she is with izuna, your mother helped feed her, while you slept, and he is very excited about being an uncle, so he hasn't let her go, are you strong enough to get up?" he asked when you nodded, he helped you sit up, adjusting the pillow behind you, before he left the room.

watching him, you smiled at how gentle he was acting. he wasn't the clan leader solely because of how strong he was, he could be so kind and gentle, especially once you got to know him.

a few minutes later, he entered, izuna following him into the room, your babygirl bundled up, in his arms. "she was wrapped by her perfectionist of a father," izuna joked, backing out of the room, when madara scowled at him. carefully placing her in your arms, he sat next to you.

"did you name her?"

"i figured you deserved to make the final decision, since you did all the hard work," he shook his head, biting back his smile at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"megumi? she caused hell getting here, but she's our little blessing, the first heiress of the clan,” you smiled, glancing at him, as she held onto his finger.

"it is perfect like she is"