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deunmiu-dessie · 11 months ago

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𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, sloppy writing, NSFW, explicit content, teratophilia, wendigo/human, rough sex, unprotected sex, gang bang, dubcon, fear, kidnapping, reader wears glasses, porn no plot. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : ya'll i hate this so much, but i wanted to post something today-- sorry if it's all over the place!

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: while babysitting for your aunt, you find yourself stranded in the living room.

꒰male!wendigo ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

" Don't worry Aunt J, I got this. "

𝒯he woman gazes at you with a concerned expression, her eyes filled with worry. However, she manages to muster a nod and gently plants a tender kiss on your cheek. "Make sure to lock the doors before you go upstairs. The house only locks my room and the kids’. You must be upstairs before 9:30, as that's when the doors lock. If you're not there by then, you'll be locked out until morning, but even so, if you've locked the front and back doors, you'll be fine. Don't. Forget."

You give her a firm nod, "I won't, I promise."

Recent sightings of a peculiar creature moving around the neighborhood have stirred up fear among the locals, particularly your Aunt whose anxious for the safety of her kids. She sighs and lovingly kisses your forehead, "Alright, enjoy yourself."

As you wave goodbye and lock the back door behind her, you pivot to find your younger cousin watching you with excitement, struggling to manage the baby boy in her arms. You laugh and relieve her of the baby. "How about we bake some brownies together?"

She lets out a joyful cheer, giggling as she dashes towards the kitchen, her excitement palpable. You carefully place the baby in his high chair, turning him to face the bustling kitchen. His eyes widen in wonder as he takes in the scene, a big grin spreading across his little face.

You enthusiastically bring your hands together, a wide grin spreading across your face. " Shall we? "

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As you cradle the baby boy in your arms, a sense of warmth and tenderness envelops you and you can't help but pout softly, and coo at him. His little tiny fingers have loosened their grip on the milk bottle, causing it to slip from his hands and land softly on your lap. His eyes are closed, and you can't help but admire the long, black lashes that frame his lids. With a gentle touch, you press a loving kiss to your cousin's forehead, careful not to disturb his sleep.

You rise from the comfortable couch, making sure to move with utmost care so as not to awaken the sleeping child. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you hear a shuddering sigh emanate from him. It's moments like these that remind you of the innocence and beauty of childhood, it's something you miss.

Navigating your way around the couch, you begin your ascent up the stairs towards your Aunt's room. The woman had been nervous to leave them with your grandmother, though loving and caring, she's started to show signs of hip pains and occasional forgetfulness. Hence, your Aunt relies on you to watch over the little ones during her night shift at work.

Using your foot, you nudged the door open and switched off the lamp that cast a faint glow in the room. Gently placing the boy on the bed, you made sure his tummy was flat against the soft mattress before pulling the blanket over him and only up to his waist. You brush his hair away from his face before quietly exiting the room, the soft click of the door closing making you heave a sigh.

Turning around, you take a couple of steps forward and enter your other cousin's room. She's lying with her laptop open on her chest, her eyes closed, and her soft snores filling the room. A smile played on your lips as you walked over to her, closed the laptop, and placed it on her desk. Using her LED remote, you turned off the strips of light around the room, plunging it into darkness.

After your eyes swiftly adapted to the darkness, you carefully tucked the covers over her petite frame and quietly exited the room. The gentle sound of her door closing brought forth another sigh of relief. Glancing at your watch, you nodded with contentment, realizing that you had a valuable half an hour before all the room doors would be securely locked for the night. It provided ample time to tidy up and prepare for the following day.

As you made your way down the stairs, the creaking noise made you wince, fully aware that you couldn't afford for either child to stir. Swallowing hard, you descended the stairs with newfound caution. As you finally reached the bottom of the staircase, a wave of relief washed over you. The tension that had been building in your chest slowly began to dissipate without any sounds of the baby crying or the little girl calling out.

You started by straightening up the living room, turning on some lo-fi music, and cleaning quickly. After switching off the main light, you flick on the display light, which emits a soft glow, barely doing anything to brighten the room. The kitchen took a lot longer, particularly when clearing out the solidified chocolate from the bowls and wiping down the counters. In the end, it took a total of 20 minutes to finish cleaning the kitchen.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness as you stole another glance at your watch. The timer displayed only 10 minutes left, intensifying your anxiety. Shaking your head, you dismissed your nerves and concentrated on preparing for tomorrow.

Lost in thought, the sound of your watch going off caused your heart to skip a beat. Cursing, you quickly packed up, whispering small, scared 'no's to yourself. A faint cheer escaped you as you completed the task, rushing to ascend the stairs on time. Your heart sank as the resounding click of all the doors locking echoed in your ears.

You felt a slight vibration and immediately retrieved your phone from your back pocket. It was your Aunt, making sure everything was okay with you and the kids.

Auntie : Hey girly, are you and the kids in alright? Did you make it to the room?

Nervously, you gulped, your hands shaking and palms moist with sweat. Without hesitation, you promptly responded, your teeth prodding at your bottom lip.

You : Yes we did, the kids are asleep.

Lying to your aunt made your heartache, but you were too prideful to tell her the truth. Instead of offering a reply, she simply responded with a thumbs-up emoji and a heart. Letting out a heavy, ragged breath, you swiftly returned your phone to your pocket. Descending the stairs, your eyes slowly adapted to the dimness. The previously illuminated display had now turned off automatically, leaving you huddled on the couch, overwhelmed by a sense of unease.

Following a good thirty-minute interval, your fear gradually subsided. You reached for your phone, scrolling through social media to find no one online.

Growing more confident, you entertained the possibility that whatever had caused unrest in the community had either disappeared or would not manifest tonight. As you removed your glasses, your vision blurred slightly, your body relaxed, and your gaze fixated on the phone screen that was dangerously close to your face. ( It was probably why you had glasses in the first place. )

Time slipped away faster than expected, and suddenly, it was midnight. The profound silence stirred up a fresh wave of concern, as the absence of wildlife sounds, like crickets and owls, made you feel the urge to curl up and disappear into the couch.

Your phone vibrated, signaling the low battery before shutting down abruptly. You clicked your tongue in annoyance and silently made your way towards the charger, plugging it in. Slipping out of your tight-fitting jeans, you remained in your undergarments, stretching your legs. Folding the jeans neatly, you placed them on the back of a nearby chair before returning to the couch and settling in comfortably with a soft, velvet blue throw draped over your exposed legs.

As tiredness crept in, your eyes began to droop, causing your vision to blur and lose focus. The sudden piercing bark of a dog jolted you out of your drowsy state, causing your entire body to freeze. Which was so unusual for the neighbor's dogs, who were known for their friendly demeanor and familiarity with the community, this feral, unfamiliar bark made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

The barking grew increasingly louder and more aggressive, accompanied by menacing snarls. The sounds elicited a pounding sensation in your chest, so intense that it caused a searing pain. Unexpectedly, the barking and snarling abruptly ceased, but rather than providing any relief, it caused a profound sense of despair, causing your heart to sink.

Holding your breath, your eyes widened as a towering, monstrous, and slender figure glided past the frosted windows adjacent to the door. Its voice was distorted, emitting broken and eerie sounds, desperately pleading in its otherworld gravelly voice, "Help me. Someone help."

The arrangement of your Aunt's house was peculiar. The back door functioned as the main entrance, revealing the dining room and kitchen upon entry. Moving forward led to the living room, while continuing onwards brought you to the front door. Situated to the right of the front door were the stairs leading to both your Aunt's and the children's rooms.

At the moment, you found yourself positioned in the living room, standing tall with your gaze fixed on the door. In an instant, the door seemed to draw nearer than you had initially perceived, causing a sense of fear to grip you. As it vanished beyond the second window, you released a sigh of relief, nearly letting out a scream as the shadow reappeared by the window, as if it had detected the sound of your breath.

The door was locked, it couldn't get in, right? Your vision became obscured by tears, and you chastised yourself for your stupidity. Part of the prep was making sure that the doors that couldn't be locked by the system were locked manually. Regrettably, in your rush to reach the room, you had completely forgotten to lock the front door.

The turning of the doorknob emits a high-pitched squeak, prompting you to immediately flatten yourself against the couch while covering your mouth and nose with your hands. The grating sound of the door opening compels you to tightly shut your eyes. A cool draft of air infiltrates the room, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Within this tense ambiance, a menacing snarl and a huff reverberate, accompanied by the unsettling noise of bones cracking as the intruder maneuvers to enter the house.

The soft whimper of the floorboards serves as a warning of its presence, prompting you to reluctantly open your eyes. A sudden gasp escapes your lips as you behold its towering horns, skeletal face morphing into a snout, and blood-red eyes. With a shudder, you tightly shut your eyes as the creature's head swivels in your direction, swiftly advancing toward where you lay on the couch.

Merely a few inches away from your position, the creature sniffs the air intently before gradually drawing nearer. As you open your eyes once more, you carefully scrutinize its appearance. Contrary to your initial perception, the creature's physique is not as slender as it seemed from afar. Adorned with a layer of fur, its arms display a muscularity that is not excessive, striking a harmonious balance. Furthermore, its thighs possess a substantial thickness, evoking a sense of strength. However, as your gaze trails down, you notice that its hind legs taper into a much skinnier form.

The creature looms closer than anticipated, its intense heat palpable against your skin. Despite its towering presence, its warm breath gently brushes your face. Your breathing stops as you feel something drag across your skin, it's rock hard but there's a softness to it. It pulsates rhythmically, and you swear that you can feel veins throbbing along its surface, a sticky and viscous substance oozing along your skin, inflicting a searing sensation.

You come to the realization that you are positioned just below the creature's waist, nearly at the same height. Was it– its cock touching you? Tears escape from your eyes, and you find yourself unable to move as it accidentally nudges against your lips. The creature is still in search of the sound it heard earlier, but your motionless state and barely audible breaths are causing confusion. You wonder briefly if it's blind.

You ache to turn your head away from it, yet you're acutely aware that any movement on your part could potentially alert it, and you could be killed. You endure it, eyes watching its head whip around for you. It leans closer, hips following suit. Scared that it'll notice your presence, in a hushed surrender, you part your lips, just in time for its throbbing member to slide into your warm, saliva-laden mouth— you had refrained from swallowing, fearing that the sound might betray your presence. Underestimated, its long thick cock pushes against your throat, forcing you to suppress any sound that threatens to escape. Perhaps you should've just made a run for it.

You can feel the hefty weight of its balls against your chin and clench your eyes shut as it jerks its hips back, causing you to exhale shakily through your nose. With its motion paused you observe one of its hind legs tapping on the wooden floor, seemingly quivering with delight from the sensation of being in your mouth.

Tears stream down your face as you stifle your sobs, desperately attempting to keep yourself from gagging. The creature's hips begin to thrust with an untamed ferocity, its primal growls and snarls resonating through its chest. Its flavor is raw and invigorating, not entirely repulsive but rather tolerable. The living room fills with the wet, squelching sound as saliva overflows in your mouth. Its member plunges deeper into your throat, causing drool to cascade down your cheek.

Your pussy throbs and clenches despite your fear. The disgust you feel towards yourself for being turned on in such a situation only heightens the sensation of disdain. The beast emits guttural grunts now, its hips faltering, and you can sense its impending climax. Arousal drips from your cunt, coating your labia and making your panties stick to you uncomfortably.

As terrified as you are, the urge to swallow is becoming overwhelmingly difficult to ignore. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you succumb to the temptation, swallowing as discreetly as possible, relieved that the sound remains unheard. However, this action seems to have an unexpected effect on the creature, as the feeling of your throat squeezing the tip of its cock causes it to thrust forward abruptly, causing you to gag, feeling it nearly reach the depths of your throat.

Thick ropes of tacky, sweet cum coat your throat white and you find it hard to swallow. Its legs shudder for a moment and it continues to move its hips in your mouth before it thankfully backs away from the couch, seemingly satisfied.

Anticipation filled your gaze as you observed it retreat toward the entrance., almost sighing in relief as you parted your thighs, feeling the tension release as your pussy lips spread apart, the sensation of wetness trickling down your thighs.

Sniff

Your gaze darted upwards, and a surge of fear coursed through you, and it made you want to scream. The creature was gazing in your direction, yet not directly at you. The door became a distant memory as it slowly retraced its steps toward your position, its nose held high in the air. You realized it must have caught the intoxicating scent of your arousal. In a discreet attempt, you closed your legs, hoping to dissuade its advances.

But it persisted, undeterred. With your eyes clenched shut, tears streamed down, obscuring your vision. It halted at your head, lowering itself to take a deep, lingering sniff, still unsatisfied. Lower and lower it ventured, until it paused just above your belly button. Another teasing sniff, followed by a playful chuff, before it finally made its way towards your tightly closed legs.

With a gentle nudge, its snout caressed your thighs, urging you to surrender. You hesitated, knowing that if you resisted, it would employ a more forceful approach. Reluctantly, you yielded, parting your thighs, cursing your decision to forgo pajama bottoms after removing your jeans. A jolt of surprise coursed through you as its elongated, slightly pointed tongue sensually traced the contours of your inner thigh.

Drawing nearer, it sniffed intently, determined to locate the exact origin of the alluring scent. One of its legs rested on the couch, its body contorted to get closer to your pulsating entrance. Though fear gripped you, causing tremors, your wet pussy clenched and released, eagerly anticipating something, anything. The heat of its breath brushed against your legs, its horns pressed against your stomach. Its elongated black tongue slithered forward, disappearing between your thighs, causing your soaked panties to dampen even more so as it leisurely licked and coiled around the fabric.

Eagerly, it buried its head between your luscious thighs, its horns grazing against your quivering stomach. Your body tensed as its teeth sank into your delicate underwear, tearing it apart with horrifying ease. A provocative sniff caused a blush to bloom on your cheeks, and you resisted the urge to close your legs.

And suddenly you’re lost in a haze of desire, your eyes rolled back, surrendering to the intense pleasure coursing through your cunt. Its tongue skillfully traced a path up your slick folds, lavishing attention on your throbbing clit with a delicious roughness. Your legs tensed, responding to the electrifying sensations, while its commanding hands firmly grasped your thighs, ensuring a steady grip as it delved deeper into your pussy.

The relentless drag of its slippery, warm tongue had you gasping for air. It was evident that the beast had developed a fascination with your tender bundle of nerves. As it continued to lap at it, your juices drooled from your throbbing pussy, the thin part of its tongue coiled around your clit, squeezing and prodding it.

You couldn't help but moan out as you came, pussy spasming. Paying no mind to the noise, it continued to lick up your moist slit, rumbling as it stumbled upon your small, tight entrance. Withdrawing, it grasped your legs tightly, almost folding you in half, pressing your thighs against your breasts.

What was happening? What was it doing?

The sheer heaviness of its throbbing member grazing against your drenched folds elicited a sharp intake of breath, at this point you didn't care if you made noise or not. That thing would surely rip your pussy apart.

It prodded at your entrance, clumsily trying to find your hole. When the head of its cock finally slid against you, it snarled lowly, the tip of its cock getting drenched from your arousal. The wendigo slowly inched in and you whine out as the bulbous tip slowly pops in, painfully stretching you. Your thighs tremble as your pussy reluctantly give way to its overwhelming thickness, pulsating around the beast timidly.

You're a moaning mess, completely enthralled as its fat, long cock disappears into your dripping cunt. Every vein and ridge pulsates against your sensitive walls. Your tightness clenches around its cock, causing it to emit a deep growl as it sinks deeper and deeper. The bulbous head tenderly grazes your cervix, while its weighty, thick balls press firmly against your ass. Your whimpers and spasms intensify, your eyes rolling back and your nipples straining against your blouse. It remains motionless for a moment, its breaths labored and its grip tightening against your trembling thighs.

With a forceful pull and a swift thrust, it sets a punishing rhythm. The silhouette of its member presses against your abdomen, and it makes you even whine in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. The fear has ebbed away and you can only moan and cry for more, you can feel the drag of its pelvis touch your aching clit when it pulls out. The pain and pleasure meld together, distorting your vision, your eyes bleary and lips parted.

A particular rough thrust against your g-spot has you cumming hard and long, your pussy gripping its cock tightly, milking it with fervor. It thrusts into you once more, gently stretching your cervix open, its tip finding a comfortable resting place. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your womb, the sheer girth of its member ensuring not a single drop escapes, it lasts for a few minutes until your stomach extends slightly and you're too tired to move.

As it withdraws, a torrent of cum spills onto the couch, causing your belly to deflate slightly, yet not completely. The wendigo is finally sheathed, its cock nowhere in sight.

In an instant, a sensation of weightlessness engulfs you, as if you are floating on air. You find yourself nestled against the powerful chest of the creature, your mind clouded with desire and confusion. Despite your desperate attempts, you are unable to break free from its hold, your throat throbbing with pain.

In the blink of an eye, the two of you are whisked away, leaving the safety of the house behind. Your feeble attempt to reach for the door is futile, as it vanishes into thin air. Now, surrounded by the mysterious allure of the forest, you realize that you are not alone. More of those captivating creatures encircle you, their presence both exhilarating and unnerving.

Tears cascade down your delicate cheeks as your gaze is drawn to their thick, long, heavy cocks hanging between their legs— despite how absolutely terrified you are, your pussy begins to ache and drip. Gradually, you are lowered onto the soft ground, the sensation of the grass teasing your supine form. One of the creatures steps forward, communicating with its companion in a series of excited chitters.

Your trembling legs are gently parted, allowing a thicker, lengthier shaft to penetrate your eager entrance. The keening sound of your wanton moans fills the air, blending with the rustling of the grass in the secluded clearing. Suddenly, something nudges your lips, and as you gaze upwards, another creature stands before you, its gaze fixated upon your vulnerable form. Without hesitation, you part your lips, your eyes widening in anticipation as their hips thrust forward, plunging into your mouth, instantly throat-fucking you. You splutter and gag, fear settling deep in your chest.

Your gaze becomes misty as your eyes well up, and as you peer through them, you notice a multitude of over 50 more of them, cocks oozing with precum, waiting for a chance to fuck you themselves.

Is this how you'd be living now?

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oreo-creampie · 1 year ago

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𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, slightly suggestive groping (thigh) with toji and mention of his dick being half hard - nothing happens, plenty of gentle kisses, all of them are soft for you why wouldn't they be look at yourself, establish relationship

8k fluff celebration!

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Turning your head, muffling your yawn in Kento's chest covered by the softest sweater. "Mm stealing this sweater when you're done with it. You'll get it back when it no longer smells like you." Kento shuts off the TV, setting the remote underneath the side table lamp behind his head.

"How is this? I'll carry you to bed and you can sleep in my sweater. You need to get some good sleep." Yawning in response, tears blurring your eyes. Your jaw aching from how wide your mouth stretches from the sheer force of the yawn.

Slipping the blanket off of you, laying it over the back of the sofa. Kento sits up, wrapping an arm around your waist. Supporting you with a large hand on your ass. "Please, thank you Ken." Looping an arm around his broad shoulders, slipping your fingers into the nape of his sandy blonde hair.

Kento kisses the top of your head. "I love you so much beautiful, thank you for making this place a home. Can't think of going to bed without you by my side." Kissing the side of your head, hugging you tightly.

"I love you too handsome. It wouldn't be a home without you. The scent of your bread, the scent of your cologne lingering in the bathroom." Closing your eyes unable to keep them open anymore. Using all your energy to express, "Your coffee cups, books, house plants, and sweaters, everything. I love you."

Kento holds you with one arm, pulling the covers back. Leaning down, laying you down with care. "I'm deeply in love with you, and I fall again every day and night. With every smile, laugh, hug and kiss." He slips his sweater off, setting it on the edge of the bed next to you.

Slipping his arm underneath your waist and lifting your chest up. You hold your arms up for him to slip his sweater onto you. Before you lay down, Kento covers you in the soft blanket. Lovingly kissing your forehead, cheeks, and lips, tucking the blanket in along one side.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Turning off the tv. "You're adorable falling asleep on me, am I comfortable?" Kissing his neck, he softly sighs, tilting his head to the side. Slowly trailing lazy kisses up his neck, slipping your fingers into his hair.

Sliding your fingers through his hair. "The coziest." Gliding his large hand down your back cupping your ass. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Keeping the blanket from slipping when he slowly stands up.

Gently urging you to, "Never let me go, let's cuddle till we have to get out of bed for food. Then you can hug me from behind when I make us some breakfast." Flicking off the living room light. The moonlight coming the patio's glass doors lighting Suguru's way towards the hallway.

You mumble, "Will you feed it to me?" Suguru chuckles, his chest rumbling. Wrapping his arm around your waist, hugging you. You're too tired to reciprocate with more than a squeeze of your legs around his waist soaking in Suguru's love.

"Yes my queen can have whatever she wants. You can sit in my lap when I do." Climbing onto the bed, kneeling, sliding the curtain behind the bed's headboard shut. Slipping the throw blanket off of you, setting it balled up on the side table.

Laying down with you on his chest, you barely unwrap your legs, straddling his hips. Deciding Suguru's thick pecs are the perfect pillow. The steady beating of his heart is comforting. Pulling the blanket up over his and yours's body, arranging the pillow underneath his head.

Sliding his hand from your cheeks to your soft thigh. Resting his other hand on your back. "I want to wake up with you sleeping on me like this. You're adorable clinging to me." Kissing the top of your head. "I hope I dream of you. To see your beautiful face eyes closed or open is my personal heaven."

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Flicking on the lamp on the side table near your head. Wrinkling your nose, your lips twisting in disgust at the light piercing through your sleep. "Aw you fell asleep waitin' on me how cute. I tuck ya up in bed, have a few, and then I"ll come lay down." Smiling at Toji's deep voice, taking a moment to process at he said.

Peeling the covers back, his eyes widen. "Fuck I should've gotten here sooner." Squeezing your thigh gripped by the garter belt. "Not only do I get to come home to you, but you look cozy and sexy. My shirt looks surprisingly good with these garters." Lifting you off the soft, holding you to his chest.

Kissing your forehead. "I bet that's 'cause you're the one wearin' 'em." Wrapping your arm around his neck, pressing your face into his hard pec. Softly biting. "'s that for being late. "m sorry like make it up to ya tonight. Won't let you go once; I'll be your big teddy bear." Smiling at Toji, you've missed the comfort of his arms.

Setting you down in bed, flicking on the lamp. "Mm teddy bear, missed you, your meanie being late by six hours. Worried." Toji turns around facing the pile of clothes in the hamper.

Struggle to keep your eyes open, for the sake of watching him peel his tight black shirt off. His thick arms flex, the muscles in his back tensing. Slipping his sweats off, turning around his cock half hard. "Sweetheart I'll always come back to ya, gotta put some more trust in me. Love ya too much doll."

He climbs into bed, pushing his baggy shirt up. "Love ya too teddy bear." Gently taking the garter belt off. Trailing kiss along the inside of your thigh. Throwing them onto the floor.

You slide your fingers through Toji's dark hair. He lifts its head, admiring you in his shirt before flicking off the light. Leaning down kissing your forehead, softly squeezing your hip, pressing his hard body to yours. His weight presses you into the bed momentarily. Rolling onto his back, pulling you into his side.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re defeated, unable to open your eyes. The coziness of your head in his lap, his long fingers gently undoing your curls into a poofy mess. The tv has become a distance hum, the words becoming unintelligible.

Lightly poking your cheek. Smiling down at you admiring your beautiful face. He glances down at your lips. “You're such a sleepy princess!" Leaning down for a gentle, loving kiss. Which partly misses your lips from the angle he's at.

Using all your energy to smile up at him, your eyelids glued shut. "I can take your clothes off, and hold you close so I feel your warm soft body next to mine.” He lifts your head up, gently lying it down on the sofa. Standing up and scooping you up into his arms, holding you to his bare chest.

Satoru croons "You're definitely tired if you're not taking the chance to thank your heroic wonderful boyfriend in kisses when I'm saving you from walking." Slowly turning your head towards his chest and lazily puckering up your lips.

"Mwaaaa!" A yawn stretches out your kissing sound effect. Followed by an exaggerated one from Satoru. "Mwa." Your second one is barely audible.

"Aw beautiful you're making me sleepy too." There is a soft thud from his foot nudging the bedroom door open wider. "I need to show you how to properly cover someone in kisses before I go to bed. So you'll have to stay awake a few minutes longer." Laying you down on your side of the bed.

Climbing on top, straddling your hips, cupping your face. His palm is warm, and the gentle, slow swipes of his thumb are soothing. "Let me see your pretty eyes one more time so I can see them in my dreams." Opening one eye, then another.

Satoru chuckles, "What a beautiful frog my love is! I'd love you if you were a worm. But would you love me if you were a worm, and I was a bird?" When you don't respond within seconds. He cries, "You hate me!" Slipping your fingers into his snow-white hair, and pulling him in for a sleepy, gentle kiss.

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kyunniebuns · 11 days ago

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˗ˏˋ Entry : 059 - Lover! HSR Men x Fem! Reader: Period Cramps ♡ ˎˊ˗

꒰ Dan Heng, Aventurine, Caelus, Sunday ꒱

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝔻𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕘 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Dan Heng is actually a veteran in taking care of girls during their periods. Why? You have March 7th to thanks for that. His poor friend's cramps are hell so he stepped up to assist whenever he can if Himeko isn' present to soothe her.

So when it comes to you? It's no problem really, he even enjoys the fact that you're relying on him for this since it shows that you trust him entirely.

Does he track your period schedule? Definitely, he has a tracker installed in his phone that he always checks. Periods are tricky and he wants to know incase anything wrong comes your way.

A little overdevoted of him, but you're not complaining. Why would you?

He has everything prepared a week advanced before your period.

Heating pads? Check. Extra napkins? Check. Snacks? Check. Chocolates? Check. Medicine for cramps? Check. Plushies? Washed and ready.

"Is your stomach acting up? No?" Dan Heng asks as he secures the blanket over you after placing a heating pad on your belly.

"I hate being a girl..." You complain, curling up further beside him for comfort.

"I know, but just for a few more days, it'll be alright" He says, stroking your head lovingly. "How about a movie? There are a bunch of new movies I managed to download."

"Okay..."

You actually passed out halfways into the movie, which Dan heng of course predicted already since he had the lights in his room already turned off. He changed the heating pad on your stomach first before tucking himself back in.

"Goodnight," Dan heng mumbles, placing a peck on your forehead before pulling you in for a cuddle.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝔸𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"There we go" Aventurine gently settles you down on the bed after placing an extra towel on it. "Is that better, love?"

You nod, cuddling the teddy bear he bought you just because you're on your monthly hell.

Your period week is strictly a no-gambling and no-business-trips time for Aventurine. Even if his bosses and the other stonehearts decide to bug him into doing stuff.

He values your happiness and comfort above all else, even work. So to hell with them if the ipc blows up out of nowhere during your menstruation. Aventurine will just throw a middle finger at them and laugh at their misery.

Aventurine was so dedicated he spent hours reading books about periods and even goes so far to research good napkin brands that wont make you itch.

He wants nothing more than the highest of qualities for his beloved who is going through a lot just because a woman's body decided to evolve suffering like this. he even has some doctors on stand by just incase anything goes wrong.

Of course, we can't forget his philanthropic side— this peacock man needs to spend his money on you even for the littlest things. You'll be having brand new jewelry, cosmetics and perfumes coming in rapid succession for you as well as a barrage of kisses to go along with it.

"My poor princess, are you sure you don't need anything else?" He asks, kissing each and every one of your fingers. "Should I order some shortcakes for you? Or should I call the doctor to check on you?"

"Vasha... I'm not bedridden..." You say.

"I know, but I would rather not risk anything happening bad, so if anything hurts too much you must tell me" Aventurine simply smiles.

"Your kisses are more than enough"

"Who am I to say no to that?"

And with that, he dives in to pepper your precious and pretty face with pecks.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ ℂ𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

"Okay, everything is settled" Caelus nods to himself after making a makeshift pillow fort in his bed for you to snuggle in.

The plushies he had ordered just arrived in time with your menstrual cycle. He made sure to ask March 7th about this just to be sure too. He can't screw this up—

Yeah, he's acting like he's about to go through something major or something. What an idiot.

Your lovable idiot atleast.

"Cae? I'm back" You say, walking out of the bathroom after changing your napkin. "???"

"Ah... Well" Your boyfriend sheepishly scrtaches the back of his head as you glance at the makeshift fort he managed to make during your time in the bathroom. "I figured I should make a fort so we could snuggle up more?... I don't know"

"You're cute" You laugh, kissing his cheek before crawling into the fort he made. "I like the fort, maybe you should keep it"

"I'll order more pillows and a canopy for my bed then" He grins before going in after you. "I'm not really good at taking care of you, my bad"

"It's fine, just you being with me is more than enough and I'd much rather cuddle with you" You wrap your arms affectionately around his waist. "Just be you as usual, that's more than enough."

"I should be the one comforting you" Caelus pouts, rubbing your cheeks together just so he can elicit a sweet giggle from your lips. "If there is is anything I can do, please just tell me what you need and I'll do my best"

"You're really like a puppy" You muse, kissing his cheek lovingly.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Just like Dan Heng, Sunday is a veteran at this. His mother died before his sister had her very first menstrual cycle. And although there were servants around to assist— he still took the initiative to help Robin himself because he was her brother.

The result of that? He's absolutely good at taking care of you during your period. Much like Dan Heng, he has a period tracker on his phone and prepares everything in advance the week before your period starts.

But of course, Sunday actually memorized your cycle dates, he just prefers to be more organized and to fouble(triple) check everything

It's much more important for him to be assured that eveything is ready.

"Not like that, you'll make your stomach hurt even more, dear" Sunday says, putting down the book he was reading and reaches out to rub firm but gentle circles around your tummy. "I know it's different for each woman, but this is the method I used on my sister when her cramps are bad. Is that better?"

"Yes..." You nod weakly, melting into his massages quickly. "You're really good at this"

"it's only because I took care of my baby sister a lot" Sunday replies, keeping his gentle pace to help ease your pain.

"Robin must miss you" You mumble.

"It's alright" He shook his head, smiling bitterly. "I miss her too, but one day we will reunite. But right now you're the main character. You need me since your cramps as especially bad during the first few days of your cycle."

"What did I even do to deserve you?" You whisper, slowly drifting off to sleep the further he massaged you.

Sunday wouldn't reply until you finally gave in to the call of sleep.

"I need you more than you need me" He finally says, replying to your unconcious state while pressing his lips on your forehead. "So let me do this, it's the least I can do since you never gave up on me"

꒰ 🪼 A/N: This one is a bad fic but I'm really deep in writer's block. I'll try to get it in my next one. For now please be patient with me qwq. I hope you guys understand huhu. I'll try to make more comprehensive and better fics:3 ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 months ago

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Spoiled Rotten

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Word count: 5,465

Content warnings: Fluff, suggestive, pregnancy symptoms

Summary: Seungmin starts to notice changes within you and he begins to worry. He can’t pinpoint the source of the changes or the reason why but when he overhears a conversation everything seems to click for him.

Eonni: older sister, Jagiya/Jagi: sweetheart

Part One: Spoil Me

The smell of cooking bacon wakes Seungmin one morning and he smiles sleepily as he rolls in the bed til he faced your empty side. Sliding his hand across the slightly still warm bed sheets he hums quietly before rolling out of the bed. Shuffling through the apartment towards the kitchen he grins happily as he hears your soft humming as your music played softly through your speakers. Just as he entered the kitchen he leaned up against the fridge watching you while you cooked he heard the soft sniffle coming from you. Frowning softly he furrowed his brows as he continued to watch you move about the kitchen making sunny side up eggs.

Moving towards you he watched as you sniffled once more and he tilted his head to the side trying to figure out if you were crying while cooking or if you were getting sick again. He watched as you turned your head to the side and spotted him out of the corner of your eye causing a wide loving smile to slip across your face before you turned to him.

”Good morning handsome.” You greeted him lovingly and Seungmin smiled bashfully at your greeting as a blush started to creep up his neck slowly. He moved to wrap his arms around you from behind as his front flushed with your back and his chin tucked around your shoulder. His eyes darted around the pan that you were using to cook bacon and eggs before he heard you sniffle one more.

”Good morning, gorgeous.” He greeted you fondly before pressing kisses to your neck and under your jaw making you flinch in his arms. “Are you getting sick again?” He asked curiously and you shook your head at his question.

”No, no. Don’t worry, I’m not getting sick. I’ve just been congested in the morning when I wake up for the past few days lately.” You said reassuringly to him as you patted his hands that sat on your stomach.

”You’re positive?” He asked worriedly and you nodded your head at him.

”By noon the congestion usually has gone away.” You tell him knowingly and Seungmin looks at you with a furrowed brow again and you let out a soft chuckle nodding your head at him. “I know it's weird but that's what happens. I've just been dealing with it.” You tell him with a slight shrug of your shoulders and he hums softly in response to your weird congestion condition.

“If it gets any worse I think you should go to the doctor.” He said still slightly concerned and you nodded your head at him in agreement. He watched as you turned off the stove before turning in his arms and cupped his face in your palms with a soft endearing smile on your face. You peck his lips sweetly and move to pull back but Seungmin keeps you flush to him as his mouth hungrily devours yours. When he's had his fill of you that's when he lets you pull back from him and he smirks as you pant for air.

“Are you worried about me husband?” You asked him sweetly after catching your breath and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Can't let you perish on my watch. Your Mom and my Mom would never let me live it down.” He griped out and you pouted prettily up him as you widen your eyes at him trying to cajole him into being sweet. He sighed loudly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Yes I always worry about your well being.” He said softly to you causing a smile to bloom on your face that made his heart melt in his chest. “I love you. I want you around forever.” He tells you softly and you tilt your face up to his pouting your lips to ask for a kiss. Seungmin smirks down at you before he leans down towards. “Spoiled rotten.” He teases before kissing you lovingly as you hum at him.

*-*-*-*

Seungmin’s family home is in absolute chaos as his whole family has converged on the home for his sister's bridal shower. He could feel his irritation starting to rise within him as another one of his distant cousins asked him if he could get them a higher position at the family business since they were family and he was already in a manager position. Sighing softly, Seungmin excused himself from his cousin and began wandering through the home silently looking for you.

His sister had asked you to be her maid of honor since you had all known each other since you were kids and you were her best friend outside of her college friends. You had wholeheartedly and actively taken on the role with pride as you quickly began to make plans with his sister to help her in any way during the process of planning her wedding. You had even planned the bridal shower which had often pulled your attention away from him for the past month. He had grown worried that you would overwork yourself by helping with all the bridal plans and parties on top of your normal work schedule but you had reassured him that you were relying on the other bridesmaids as well. When he had eaten breakfast with you one morning he had made you promise that you would allow others to help you instead of taking it all on your shoulders.

So now as he wandered through the home he checked all of the normal areas he thought he'd find you but came up empty handed. When he spotted his sister surrounded by her bridesmaids in the den she had beamed up at him with a knowing look on her face.

“Oh look! If it isn't my favorite person's husband. What's the matter, Seungminnie needs a break from all the family?” His sister asked teasingly just as you walked into the den from the other doorway. Seungmin watched as you practically lit up from within when you spotted him and instantly moved to his side as your smile widened.

“Leave him alone, Eonni.” You gently scolded her and Seungmin smirked at his sister over your head before sticking his tongue out at her which made her scowl softly at him. “You know how he gets. And you,” you said as you elbowed Seungmin in the stomach gently that made him make a soft grunting noise at the unexpected movement before you turned and cupped his face gently in your palms. “Don't start with her, it's her bridal shower today.” You gently chastised him before kissing him sweetly as the bridesmaids all cooed and awed at your gesture as his sister gagged. Seungmin wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss quickly causing the bridesmaids to cheer loudly as you chuckled against his mouth. “Down boy.” You tease him softly and he smirks at you softly before barking softly at you delighting in how your eyes widened at him surprised as your mouth gaped. “Alright c'mon you obviously need a break.” You told him knowingly and he grinned wickedly as he quickly led you out of the den and upstairs to his old childhood bedroom.

As soon as you cleared the doorway Seungmin shut the door and crowded you back against it, his mouth already capturing yours hungrily. Your surprised yelp was cute and he easily swallowed it as his mouth moved against yours in his rush to claim you as his.

“Seungmin, sweetheart. Slow down.” You gasped out to him between kisses and he grunted in return as his mouth traveled down your neck. “Handsome, what has gotten into you?” You asked him as your head fell back against the door.

“My sister and all her wedding stuff has been keeping you from for long enough.” He panted out as his hands gripped your hips tightly. “I want my wife back.” He said huskily as his mouth nipped at your neck.

“I'm here handsome. I'll always be here.” You gasped out to him and he smirked down at you deliriously. He then ducked down again and began sucking and nipping at your neck once more.

Just as he was dragging your leg up and over his hip to open you up for him there came a knock at his door and the two of you instantly stilled.

“Seungmin, sweetie. We need you both downstairs we're going to do cake and presents now.” His mother said sweetly through the door and Seungmin frowned darkly at the interruption. “I'll give you two a moment to freshen up but I need you both downstairs soon.” She said kindly and you bit your lip trying not to laugh as Seungmin let his head fall forward onto your shoulder.

After you heard his mother's footsteps retreat you carded your hands through his hair and lifted his head to look up at you. He was watching you tiredly and you smiled softly at him before kissing his nose sweetly. He scrunched his nose at you and you laughed softly at his antics.

“After cake and presents, let's head home. I've got a marinating chicken waiting for us and we're both off tomorrow so we can sleep in and do whatever we want tomorrow.” You cajole him and he brightens instantly at the thought of having you all to himself tomorrow.

“No distractions or interruptions?” He asked hopefully and you smiled warmly up at him while shaking your head. “Then what are we waiting for? Let's get cake and presents done so we can leave.” He said before quickly opening the bedroom door and dragging you out after him causing you to laugh happily.

When the two of you entered the large living room where everyone had gathered Seungmin watched as you moved to stand near his sister who was seated in front of everyone with her presents situated around her. Seungmin stood back towards the side and just watched as you helped the other bridesmaids get everything set up and he couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked as you moved with authority. Your smile was bright and happy on your face while your eyes sparkled happily at the bridesmaids and his sister. The thought that you were a perfect fit to him filtered through his brain for the umpteenth time since he met you all those years ago and he felt his body and soul settle contently at that knowledge. You truly were perfect for him.

“I want to thank you all for coming to celebrate with us as my daughter takes the next step in her life and commits herself to be the happy bride of Hyeon.” His mother thanks everyone with a happy smile before she turns to face his sister who's grinning happily at her. “Ever since you were a little girl I always imagined what your wedding would look like and it was always with you happy and ecstatic to take this next step. I am so proud of you jagiya and I can't think of a better person for you to marry.”

Seungmin suddenly heard a soft sniffle and his eyes immediately darted over to you worried that your congestion was back even if it was later in the day. But when he saw you dabbing at your eyes with a tissue as you listened to his mother's speech he stood there shocked. Normally you were able to keep your emotions in check especially when you were around others but right now it seemed as if the emotions his mother's speech invoked were just too much for you. He watched as you quietly excused yourself to the kitchen without anyone being aware and he silently slipped out the room to follow you.

“What is going on?” He heard you whisper as he walked into the kitchen.

“Sweetheart?” He asked worriedly and watched as you whirled to him as more tears fell down your face. He watched as a look of confusion fluttered over your face and he quickly hugged you to him.

“I don't know why I'm crying so much. I just can't get the tears to stop. I'm not sad but your mothers speech was so beautiful and sweet. I just can't stop crying.” You explained bewildered and Seungmin chuckled in response as he tilted your head up to gently wipe the tears away.

“Maybe you're just a little emotional because it reminds you of our bridal shower and wedding. Your mom's speech made you bawl like a baby back then.” He suggested and gently reminded you. Suddenly You sobbed and let your head fall forward into his chest and Seungmin chuckled softly at your antics. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry more.” He apologized quickly as he rubbed your back trying to soothe you.

“I just can't get them to stop.” You said bewildered and Seungmin pressed a kiss to your temple. “Can we stay here until they stop? Please, I don't want to ruin your sister's party.” You asked worriedly and Seungmin nodded as he tugged you closer and just held you tightly in his arms while rubbing your back.

“Whatever you need. I'll do whatever you need.” He said softly into your hair before pressing another kiss to your temple.

*-*-*-*

The soft clinking of silverware rang through the air like tinkling bells and Seungmin smiled softly to himself remembering all the dinner dates that you would have with him when you were betrothed to each other. But now as a married couple the two of you preferred to have homemade meals together for your date nights. Usually the two of you would go to a movie or a local event that either one of you were interested in before heading home to have dinner together and then watch a movie on the couch.

But tonight was different, you had just passed a milestone at work and had been recognized by your supervisors for your dedication on a project and were presented with an award earlier today at work. Seungmin had proudly shown up to your department’s meeting where your supervisors presented the award to you and had told you that he’d be taking you out to dinner tonight to celebrate. You had hesitated when he told you his plans to celebrate your award but he had managed to convince you to go out tonight. He had noticed lately that you had wanted to stay in more and more and not venture out of your apartment unless you absolutely had to. But tonight he had wanted to celebrate with you with a nice dinner.

Just as dinner arrived at your table he watched as you frowned down at your plate with a look of concern on your face. He furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed you hesitate before picking up your knife and fork before your eyes darted over to his plate. The two of you had ordered different dishes from each other, you had ordered a chicken and pasta dish while he had ordered a steak and vegetable dish. He waited for you to speak up but all you did was sigh softly before you began to cut into your chicken.

”What’s wrong Jagi?” He asked worriedly as he leaned over the table to try and get closer to you.

”I thought I wanted chicken and pasta tonight.” You began to explain to him and he nodded his head. “But just looking at the food makes my stomach turn.” You lamented softly as you frowned down at your plate. “I just don’t think I’m hungry.” You tried to dismiss your twisting stomach, but just as you finished speaking your stomach let out a loud growl and Seungmin had to bite his lip to curb his laughter. He watched you with wide eyes and you huffed softly endearing yourself further to him. He didn’t know what was going on with you lately but he would do everything in his power to make you comfortable and happy.

He smiled softly while shaking his head slightly at your saddened look that was directed down at your dish before he reached across the table and grabbed your plate before swapping it with his own plate. You snapped your head up to look at him surprised and he smirked softly at you from his seat.

”Such a little spoiled baby.” He said softly in a teasing tone and you pouted at him as your eyes began to tear up. Seungmin sat there shocked for a moment before he quickly rushed to your side and knelt beside you. “I was teasing, please. I was only teasing. Don’t cry.” He pleaded with you softly as his hands hovered over you unsure of what to do to make you feel better.

”You swapped dishes with me.” You wailed softly and Seungmin stared at you bewildered.

”Of course I did Jagi. You said the chicken was making your stomach turn. And you need to eat something, I’m sure you haven’t eaten since lunch.” He explained, still confused on why this would make you so emotional that you started crying at dinner.

”You love me.” You said softly and Seungmin nearly burst out in laughter at your words as tears began to slip down your face. He gently cupped your face and turned it to face his before he grinned softly at you.

”Forever and always you crazy woman.” He teased softly before he pulled you close as his lips slotted against yours. “I will love you until I can’t anymore.” He promised and you gripped his back tightly as you buried your face in his neck and cried softly. Seungmin knelt there consoling you as you cried softly into his neck while his mind raced with how out of character you have been acting for the past month. He tried to think of what could be the cause of all these odd changes within you but came up empty without any idea of what was going on with you. All he knew was that he would do anything and everything for you and be at your side each step of the way. No matter what. “Now eat before it goes cold. Then we can go get ice cream afterwards, how does that sound?” He asked softly and you lifted your head to look up at him with a bright happy smile on your face.

”Wonderful.” You sighed out to him causing him to laugh softly at you.

*-*-*-*

It’s been a busy week for the two of you at work, you were on the fast track for a promotion and he was busy with spearheading two new projects that had been keeping him busy. It was a wonder that the two of you were able to carve out any time to spend together but the two of you managed to do it. After eating dinner Seungmin had helped you clean up before shooing you into the living room to pick a show to watch together while he finished putting the leftovers away.

When he walked into the living room he found you all cozied up underneath the fluffy blanket he had gotten you for your birthday and already blinking slowly as you lazily flipped through your choices. He smiled softly already knowing that you probably wouldn’t be making it past the opening credits of the show but knew you would try valiantly.

It was just another thing that he had noticed that changed about you, he could chalk your ever present sleepiness lately to how hard you’ve been working at the company but he quietly comes to think that it’s a little more frequent than usual. He’s still worried about you after everything that he’s noticed has changed about you but every time he brings it up you always reassure him that you feel fine and that it just might be his sisters fast approaching wedding that has you feeling a little bit more emotional or it could just be you might be wearing yourself out again working on different things for everyone. Seungmin has told you that he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself and you’ve promised that you won’t but obviously something is making you exceptionally tired lately.

Plopping down on the couch next to you he eagerly opens his arms for you and you beam at him happily as you cuddle into his side. Shifting around you get comfortable and rest your head on Seungmin’s shoulders before he wraps his arm securely around your back making you sigh contently. Seungmin can’t stop the smile slipping onto his face as he feels you sag against him and he knows without a doubt that you’re about to fall asleep on him.

”Wanna watch that drama that you were telling me about yesterday?” You slurred out tiredly as a huge yawn overtook your face and Seungmin chuckled softly knowing it was a losing battle for you.

”Whatever you want Jagi.” He cooed softly at you and you smiled up at him before snuggling closer into him. When you pressed the button to play the show and then set the remote down on the coffee table before reclaiming your spot carved into his side he silently gave you five minutes top.

But you didn’t even make it to five minutes or the end of the opening credits because just as the show started playing the opening song Seungmin heard your soft snores from his shoulder. Fighting the ever growing smile on his face Seungmin slowly reached for his cellphone and captured a picture of you sleeping on him. While gazing at the picture he grinned to himself before sending it to his sister in your group chat with the words, look at sleeping beauty here didn’t even make it past the opening scene of our tv show!

He then slowly laid you fully on the couch before turning and grabbing the remote to shut the television off. When he turned back to you there was a slight frown on your face and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched your hand slide along the couch as if you were searching for something in your sleep.

”Spoiled rotten.” He teased gently before scooping you up into his arms and cradling you close as he turned to walk towards your bedroom. You cuddled into his chest sighing loudly as your nose pressed to his neck and he smiled softly when he felt your lips quickly kiss the skin there. “Absolutely spoiled rotten.”

*-*-*-*

Seungmin smiles proudly as he shakes hands with one of the company’s new business associates that they just gained after this lunch meeting. He couldn’t wait to tell you all about his success in this meeting knowing that you’d sign his praises to the rooftops for everyone to hear. But just as he goes to excuse himself to call you he hears part of the conversation still going on at the table.

”Yeah, my wife had this weird nasal congestion when she was pregnant with our second kid. Wasn’t there with our first but it was like she would catching a cold for the beginning hours of the day and would be fine by the afternoon.” Said one of the older associates from his company. Seungmin sat there for a moment silently tilting his head to the side as he listened in on the conversation.

”Oh yeah! My wife didn’t have that but her mood swings were horrible. She just couldn’t get a handle on her emotions throughout the whole pregnancy. Constant crying over the littlest things or over absolutely nothing at all.” Chimed in another associate. Seungmin felt his mind begin to race with this knowledge as it seemed to line up with changes that he had noticed in you.

“Mine had the oddest cravings! And she’d be into certain foods one day and then they would make her nauseous the next day. It was so weird what our kid did to her.” Said another agreeing with the other men. Seungmin felt his heart stutter in his chest, these were all things that had been happening with you, were you pregnant and just didn’t know it?

Suddenly Seungmin stood from his chair causing the men at the table to all look at him worriedly. He bowed his head quickly before giving them a sheepish smile.

”I’m sorry gentlemen I have to go. What you’re all explaining about your wives is what’s been happening with my wife lately and we just couldn’t figure out what’s been going on. Didn’t even cross our minds that she could be pregnant.” Seungmin admitted to them and they all smirked knowingly at him.

”Well go drag her home and grab as many tests you can find at the store.” One of the associates instructs him and Seungmin nods his head quickly before rushing from the restaurant hearing their soft laughter follow him. He knew he’d have to thank them somehow if it wound up that you were pregnant. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed your number as he rushed towards his car.

”Hey handsome.” You greet him sweetly and he grins widely at your voice.

”I need you to meet me at home. It’s an emergency. Can you get out of work early?” He explained hurriedly into the phone as he quickly made it to his car before unlocking it and slipping into the driver’s seat.

”Is everything okay?” You asked worriedly and Seungmin suddenly regrets how he started this conversation in his haste.

”Yes, I’m sorry. Everything is fine, there’s nothing wrong I just need you to meet me at home as soon as you possibly can.” He said on a happy sigh. “Everything is perfect. I just need you to get home quickly.” He gushed out excitedly.

”Oh okay. Yeah I can do that. Are you sure you’re alright? You sound…odd.” You said unsure into the phone and Seungmin chuckled delightedly.

”Yes, I promise. Everything is perfectly fine. I love you, I’ll race you home.” He teased ecstatic before pulling quickly out of the parking lot before heading towards your apartment. He quickly made a pit stop at the pharmacy not far from your apartment and when he walked down the aisle with the condoms and pregnancy tests his eyes widened at how many different pregnancy tests there were. Choosing to grab one of each, Seungmin walked hurriedly to the front register and ignored the odd look that crossed the clerk’s face as he began to ring up each of the pregnancy tests. It takes longer than Seungmin would like but as soon as it’s done and he’s paying the clerk for the tests he’s rushing out the door with his bag.

When he gets home he can see that he had in fact beat you home, so he begins to set the apartment up as cozily as he can make it for you. He places an order for take out to be delivered for the two of you before he puts out your favorite blanket on the couch and gets your favorite outfit ready for you to change into. As he’s setting the clothes out on your side of the bed he hears you enter the apartment.

”Seungmin?!” You call out sounding worried and he’s instantly rushing towards you to meet you. When he spots you his heart fills with love and his body fills with excitement of the possibility that you might be pregnant. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you deeply causing you to squeak with surprise before melting into him.

”I need you to come to the bathroom with me. I learned something today about all the different changes that you’ve been going through.” He said softly as he guided you to the bathroom. You placed a hand on his chest as your other hand went to your head as confusion filled your face.

”Seungmin wait, this is all too fast. What are you talking about?” You ask him and he smiles down at you as you both enter the bathroom. Your eyes dart over to the line of pregnancy tests laid on the counter and your eyes widen when you recognize what they are. “You think I’m pregnant? But shouldn’t I know if I’m pregnant?” You ask confused and Seungmin smiles adoringly down at you. You’re adorable when you’re confused and Seungmin wonders silently if your child will look more like you or more like him, he hopes silently that they take after you in looks.

”I mean have you been pregnant before? How would you know what it feels like if you’ve never experienced it?” He questions and you look at him with a raised brow as he shrugs his shoulders. “Plus I found out today that every pregnancy is different and none of them have all the same symptoms.” He tells you sweetly. “Take the tests, please.” He begs you softly and you smile warmly at him before you pull out your phone and check your period tracking app.

”Oh my gosh.” You whisper softly and Seungmin looks down at your phone and sees that it states that you’ve missed your period for nearly two months now! “I can’t believe I didn’t realize that I haven’t had my period in so long.” You say shocked and Seungmin bounces on his toes excitedly causing you to chuckle at him. “Alright, alright. Can you go grab me some water?” You ask him softly before pushing him out of the bathroom. “I’ll take the first few tests before needing some water.” You tell him before shutting the door in his face.

Seungmin rushes to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge before rushing back to the bathroom door. He shifts from foot to foot waiting anxiously for you to open the door again, when you do he’s pushing his way in and handing you the bottle of water. He sees that you’ve already used four tests and they sit neatly on the counter in a line.

”How long do we have to wait?” He asks eagerly and you smile at him.

”Three to five minutes depending on the test.” You instruct him and he nods his head before setting a timer on his phone. He then turns to you and wraps his arms around you to pull you in close.

“I’m nervous.” He whispers and you beam up at him before cupping his cheek.

”My handsome husband is nervous?” You tease gently and he huffs at you softly making your smile widen. “You definitely have been nervous since you started noticing all my symptoms. Who knew you paid such close attention to me?” You teased him and he tightened his arms around your waist.

”Well now I have an even bigger reason to pay close attention to you.” He husked out softly to you as he leant over you. “It’s crazy that the thought that you’re pregnant is driving me wild.” He confesses quietly and you chuckle softly at him.

”If they come out negative and this is all a fluke we can try for real to get pregnant.” You tease and he smirks wickedly at you.

”I love that brain of yours wife.” He husks out before pressing his lips to yours hungrily. Just as he’s backing you up against the bathroom door the timer on his phone goes off and he groans loudly at the interruption.

“Get used to it, handsome. If our kid learns about the power of interrupting you they’ll wield it like a weapon.” You say teasingly as you pat his chest softly. Seungmin grins at your words and feels warmth and hope fill him at the words of our kid.

The two of you move together towards the counter to gaze down at the pregnancy tests and Seungmin’s heart swells with joy as he spots all four tests show positive of pregnancy. “So much for it being a fluke and needing to try again.” You say sarcastically and Seungmin smirks at you before he wraps you up into his arms and lifts you up.

”Who said we couldn’t still go through the motions?” He asked cheekily and watched as your face flushed prettily. “This is cause for celebration anyway. And I know the perfect way to celebrate our new little bundle of joy.” He husks out to you as he walks towards your bedroom with you in his arms. “Plus dinner’s on it’s way and I’ve got at least twenty minutes until it gets here.”

”You spoil me.” You laugh out happily and he smirks down at you.

”You’re spoiled rotten.” He teases as you laugh loudly and happily throughout your home.

SKZ Taglist: @intartaruginha, @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @simpforleeknaur, @inlovewithstraykids

#my writing #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmim #seungmin x reader #seungmin

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loveluvrs · 10 months ago

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heaven l lando norris x reader

request/summary – reader being clingy with lando in the mornings

author's notes – a little blurb while im doing finals. please keep sending me requests!!!

I groan as I reach around for Lando in bed, but feel nothing. I open my eyes, just barely, to see that his side of his bed has the blanket pushed to the side, an empty space where my boyfriend usually is. With a sigh, I sit up in bed, putting on my glasses. I drag my feet outside his room to find him humming in the kitchen.

I sit on the kitchen counter next to where he’s working. His face lights up and he gives me a big smile. “Morning, baby,” he says in that raspy morning voice of his, “‘m making pancakes for us. That okay?”

“More than okay,” I say softly with a hum. I reach out my arms towards him to signal for a hug. He immediately paused what he was doing as he came over to stand between where my legs were swinging, his arms wrapping around my waist as he leans in for a hug. “Did you sleep well?” He asked softly since he knew about my all too frequent sleeping problems.

I hummed in response. “Yeah, I did since you were there. I love you,” I say softly with a contented sigh. “I love you too,” he says softly as he gives me a squeeze in the hug before letting go, placing a kiss on my forehead. I pout as he goes back to making the batter for the pancakes. “Lan,” I say with a whine, “come back, I want more time with you.”

He laughs. “Love, would you rather get your hug a few minutes later or would you rather us starve because I was too busy giving you a hug?” He asks playfully. “Starve,” I say with a deadpan expression. He scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes at my answer as he says “you’re so annoying.” I giggle. “Yeah but you love me for it,” I tease, “now let’s go, you owe me my morning cuddles. I’ll help you finish the pancakes later.”

He reluctantly caves in, only because I had a pout on my face that he absolutely could never refuse. He tucks himself into bed, his arms open to wrap around me. I scoot in close to him, my head in his chest as he places a kiss on the top of my head. His hand runs through my hair as we settle into a comfortable silence.

“You’re so beautiful, seriously,” he says in a quiet whisper, in awe of the sigh in front of him. He could see his beautiful girlfriend, all messy and tired and sleepy, wearing one of his hoodies, with the light streaming in from outside perfectly catching onto her hazel eyes and lighting up her whole face. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this, even heaven might be a letdown compared to this,” he says lovingly as he pulls me up into a kiss. “You’re a sweetheart, and also too far head over heels for me,” I tease softly. He hums with a bright smile. “Only for you, baby,” he says with a loving look. A look that made my insides melt and made me want to stay in this moment for the rest of my life. I could miss out on everything else and it wouldn’t matter, not when I had the love of my life here with me.

I giggle at his cheesy words and Lando felt like his heart might burst at the sound, his favorite sound, from his favorite person. He looked into the same beautiful eyes he’d been seeing for three years now, with the way he loved it when his girl’s eyes lit up and cirinkled every time she laughed and smiled. That smile of yours, god, he could see only that for the rest of his life and he wouldn’t ever complain. In fact, it was at this moment he realize he did want to see only that for the rest of his life, from the only girl he’d want to spend forever with.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris oneshot #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 2 months ago

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Sweet Dreams.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

blurb masterlist.

in which, its christmas eve, and harry is tucking his daughter into bed, just like he does every night.

word count - 800.

Bed time had always been Harry’s thing.

Every night, after his wife would give there daughter a bath, he would be the one to get her to sleep, she claimed he had the magic touch, whenever she would be unsettled as a baby, his hands running through her hair would instantly soothe her into a soft sleep.

It was Christmas Eve.

And this was the first year she was properly going to understand what Christmas was.

The nursery is filled with the soft glow of the nightlight, and Harry sits in the rocking chair, his little girl curled in his arms.

Her damp curls are pressed against his chest, her tiny fingers clutching at his shirt. She’s cozy in her sleep sack, but her wide eyes sparkle with excitement, far from ready to close.

“Dada,” she whispers, her voice soft and slightly garbled, still touched with the babyish lilt of her words. “Santa comin’, wight?”

Harry smiles down at her, brushing a stray curl away from her forehead. “He is, love, but only if little girls go to sleep. That’s the rule, you know.”

She shakes her head, her pout exaggerated and dramatic.

“No sweep,” she declares firmly. “I wait fow him.”

“Not even a little bit tired?” Harry teases gently, tilting his head as he rocks her.

“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head again, her curls bouncing slightly. “I see Santa. He gonna bwing pwesents.”

Harry chuckles softly, his heart swelling at the sight of her determined little face. “He is, but Santa’s very sneaky, you know. He only comes when everyone’s fast asleep. If he thinks you’re awake, he might skip this house altogether.”

Her eyes grow wide at his words, her tiny mouth forming a surprised “O.”

“Nooooo,” she whines, clutching his shirt tighter. “No skip my house, Daddy! I be good!”

“You’ve been very good,” Harry reassures her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But he still needs you to go to sleep. That’s the rule.”

“You want your bottle, love?” he asks softly, his voice low and tender.

She perks up immediately, nodding her head eagerly, her curls bouncing with the motion.

“Baba, pwease,” she says, her small voice filled with enthusiasm, as though it’s the most exciting thing in the world.

“Alright, m’darling,” Harry says, reaching for the bottle on the table beside the rocking chair. He holds it up to her lips, even though she’s perfectly capable of holding it herself.

But this is their ritual, his way of making her feel small and safe, and she leans into him without protest, her hands lightly brushing his as he steadies the bottle for her.

She takes slow, content sips, her eyes fluttering as the warmth and familiarity of the moment begin to lull her closer to sleep.

Harry watches her lovingly, his free hand gently stroking her hair, smoothing the damp curls against her head.

“You’re my clever girl, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice soft and melodic. “Santa’s going to be so proud of you this year. So many presents waiting just for you under the tree.”

She hums softly around the bottle, her eyelids starting to droop, but she fights it, her little fingers reaching for his shirt as if to keep herself grounded in the moment.

“You’re safe, m’love,” Harry whispers, his voice warm and reassuring. He begins to hum a soft tune, the familiar notes of her favorite lullaby wrapping around the room like a gentle embrace.

As the hum turns into words, his voice fills the quiet space, tender and soothing.

“Sleep, my baby, close your eyes,

Santa’s magic fills the skies.

Dream of reindeer, dream of snow,

Christmas morning’s not far to go…”

That was the words his dad used to say to him as a child and so it was only right he repeated the same ones to his children.

Her body relaxes completely against his chest, the bottle slipping from her lips as her breathing evens out.

Harry smiles, his heart swelling as he watches her drift off, so small and peaceful in his arms.

Carefully, he sets the bottle aside and cradles her closer, rocking her gently as he continues to hum.

“Sweet dreams, m’darling,” he whispers, pressing a final kiss to her forehead.

He stands slowly, his movements practiced and deliberate, and lays her in the crib that, for now, still feels like the right place for her.

Pulling the blanket up to her chin, he lingers for a moment, watching her sleep before softly padding out of the room.

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lunarfleur · 2 years ago

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Kiss?~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Summary: every time you want a kiss, you ask. Miles thinks it’s adorable.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @kombuuuu @hiyaitssans @ivys-graveyard

A/N: Lowkey shy reader, sweet Miles 🥹

Warnings: none!

This is x gender neutral reader

It was quiet in the comfort of his room.

Miles sat against the back of his bed with you straddling his lap. His fingers ran up and down your spine, tracing shapes and lines over your shirt. His nose rested in your hair, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. Biggie played softly in the background, straight from Miles’s playlist.

You stirred, and Miles looked at you, waiting. He hummed quietly, staring into your eyes.

“Kiss?” You whispered.

He hummed again, leaning in to kiss your lips. It was sweet and gentle, just like always.

“You don’t gotta ask, you know,” he whispered once he pulled away, “you can just kiss me.”

“But, like, what if you’re not in the mood?”

“Baby-”

“I’m serious. What if you don’t want me to kiss you?”

Miles sighed lovingly, resting his forehead against yours. He smiled, chuckling.

“There ain’t ever gonna be a day where I don’t want your kisses.”

He leaned in again. His left hand found your face, thumbs caressing your jawline. His right hand found its place on your thigh, gently palming the skin. Your noses bumped against each other softly.

Miles pulled away first, nudging your nose with his. He smiled softly, chuckling once more as he pulled you closer into him. He pecked your cheek.

“You are so cute.”

You smiled at him, leaning into his touch. He was warm, soft even, with skin as smooth as honey. His hands, possibly the softest part of him, ran around your skin and left goosebumps in its path.

“You’re so warm,” you mumbled against his hoodie.

“Yeah?” He asked in your ear. You nodded, humming.

“And soft.” This earned you a chuckle.

“Soft…really?” You nodded again.

“And you smell so good,” you groaned, holding him tighter. It was true, really. He smelled like Old Spice and nice cologne.

Miles laughed, kissing the side of your face.

“God, you’re fucking adorable.”

But so was he.

#earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #atsv #across the spider verse #spiderman across the verse

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grandisknight · 4 months ago

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in bloom | xavier

summary: You take Xavier to see the flowers of memories past, though something changes this time around.

tags: suggestive, established relationship, afab!reader (v genitalia mentioned), kissing, flowers, sneezing, sex pollen, aphrodisiac (in a sense), straddling, dry humping, grinding, dry orgasm, (1) jeremiah mention, inspired by 'celestial message'

wc: 2.4k | ao3 | kinktober in deepspace masterlist

a/n: mildly inspired by a portion of celestial message (his birthday card)! my small present to the galaxy’s brightest star, happy xavier day (in advance) <3

The sight you’ve found yourselves in is truly beautiful—natural flora stretches the grounds beyond what the eye could see, in a sea of greens to soft blues and purples that stand proud. Even with the passage of time, the secret garden claimed to be yours and his has blossomed so well.

Part of a birthday surprise for your beloved star, you lovingly roped him into revisiting the grounds once more.

With the warmth of the sun lightly tracing onto your backs, it glitters so effortlessly in the shine of Xavier’s doey gaze. Held gently under you, the bedding of nature supports his reclined posture. It softened his earlier tumble, after a twirl in his embrace and a slight misstep placed you in the very scenery. One hand now laces yours for comfort, the other steadying your waist and gentle to the touch.

The breeze was ever so gentle, tickling your senses and the petals alike. A deep inhale serviced the dewy origins, fresh and yet with a hint of saccharine delicacy to their lingering notes. Refreshingly pleasant, leagues different from the bite of pavement in Linkon City or a battlefield with its loamy terrains and dust.

“The view is as stunning as I remembered,” you say, smiling at an equally pleased Xavier. “I’m glad we were able to make a visit.”

You brush his bangs aside, letting a spare petal fall beside him and revealing the forehead hidden beneath. Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to the skin, feeling his brow twitch at the touch.

“Mm,” he confirms. By the time you pull away, he’s already risen to meet the distance in a newly upright position. Xavier meets you head on, the tip of his nose nudging yours in thought. “Very pretty.”

You realize his eyes never left yours, and you frown. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

The edge of his lips curls for a brief moment, though his voice remains calm. “Like what, exactly?”

“You know, with those eyes.”

The kind of eyes that were soft around the edges, ones that only spoke of a gentle affection that yearned for love and to be loved. A look so prominently full of adoration and unspoken emotions breaching their surface—a quiet confession of care that intended to memorize this very moment.

And in those very pools of blue, you find yourself sheepishly blinking at him, unsure of how to face such a fondness without wanting to shy away.

“It’s not like I have any other ones,” Xavier teases, his hand reaching to cup your jaw. He redirects your shifted gaze back to his, as bright as the star twinkling near his chest. “At least let me look at you.”

“You’re looking at me too much,” you try to reason. You could feel the embarrassment warm your cheeks as you mumble, “It’s unlike you to stare for so long.”

Xavier blinks. Then, blinks again. And by another round of fluttering eyes, he only shakes his head and with a gentle chuckle of, “I want to. I like looking at you, anyhow.”

His thumb swipes across your heated cheek in thought. “I feel as if there aren’t enough moments in time that let me admire you like this.”

“That’s—“ Even more embarrassing, you want to admit. Not that you could deny the flutter of your heartbeat at the sound.

So you just inhale, like the ones before it—but you pause, feeling a knowing itch creep upwards. With a swift turn of your head, you expel the sudden sneeze into your tucked elbow.

“Bless you.”

“Tha—ah, ah-kshoo—!” How romantic. You inwardly cringe with a sardonic purse of your lips.

Amusement softens his words. “Bless you, again.”

“Sorry,” you manage, huffing away the sudden fit. A sniffle accompanies your apologetic gaze. Odd, your nose still tingles; partially stuffy, yet you have no urge to sneeze once more. Still, precaution leads you to face away from him in case it comes.

All too quickly, you’re keenly aware of just how warm everything is. Sunshine prickling your skin was one thing, but it never bothered you much until now. A dry swallow drags along the inside of your throat—even more strange, you feel an unnerving wave of need and longing for a drink, coupling something… else.

It shows on your face, though you try to conceal it. Xavier barely reappears in your peripheral, concern drawing his brows together. “Are you feeling okay?”

His question barely registers at first. “Peachy,” you lie, nearly dragging the sound from your tongue. With a turn, you open your mouth to continue a quip, but it falls short and hangs open when you take in his appearance.

Unlike his usually serene and relaxed expression, Xavier’s skin burned a flush so bright, you would’ve mistaken it for a terrible, terrible sunburn. His chest rises and falls—normal, yes—but at a heightened pace, a breathless pace. Shallow, almost. You want to laugh at his blushed state, but stop in your tracks when your eyes search his.

Dark, and not from the lush of his lashes, staring at you with a half-lidded stare. Does he even realize how alluring he looks in this moment?

The laughter in your throat quickly dies down, and a surging need to do something about it fills you instead. It claws at your stomach with hot hands, traveling down to your core.

Oh, this is dangerous.

Your questions receive their answers when his nose nuzzles yours once more, this time more insistent than the last. “Really?” The singular word held an edge, roughing the normally soft cadence he spoke with.

There were only a handful of times where Xavier would sound so different—one, in the mornings where he wants nothing but ‘five more minutes’ trapped in your warmth. (And really, an excuse to avoid going to work so soon.)

Another, on the rare blue moon of sickness that itches his throat and dulls his senses. Where a remedy of soothing teas and attentive touches would comfort him some.

And then, there was the third—when he was about to devour you whole, skin to skin and reshape your body to remember nothing else but him. The times where his hands and mouth would explore you endlessly, only to eventually find his way into your welcoming warmth and drag out long, needy moans of your name.

In that tone dripping with nothing but indecency and an affection to you—the very same that you just heard.

If it were any other situation, you think you could’ve managed. But when neatly planted on his lap, hipbone practically digging into one another and a gaze so searing that it could contend to the one bubbling within you, you find yourself shaking your head.

“No,” you whisper, intensely aware of the current predicament. “I feel… hot, Xav. I don’t know why, but I—“

Want nothing more than to strip you bare and ruin these flowers, along with you in them. To scratch at the unrelenting heat numbing your senses, to succumb to the spike of desire—all these things run through your mind, yet fall short on your tongue.

“I know,” he reassures, though it comes out heavier than expected.

His hand releases yours, and for a moment, a pang of disappointment washes over you. It’s put at ease when both of his arms curl themselves around your waist in an almost possessive hold, keeping you to him instead.

Xavier drags his nose across your cheek, then down to the meeting place of your jaw and earlobe.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

Too, he says. So the flushing skin carried more than what it seems, and a part of you—the primal urge to unsheathe him whole—is elated.

“What,” you breathe out, squirming when his lips press together and grace your skin. “Is this?” You instinctively tilt your head back, granting him more space to cover you in peppered kisses.

“There shouldn’t be any major Wanderers nearby to ruin the Meta—ah…”

Your ramblings bleed into a faint moan when those same lips found your pulse point, wet and ardent as he worked a blossoming rose against it. His teeth graze slightly, sealing their mark before sliding to the other side of your neck, more than ready to mirror the mark. And he does, in ardent succession, repeat his sign of affections.

A hand sneaks to toy with the fabric of your dress, slowly lifting the skirt to bunch at your lower back. Encouraging you to lower your body, to rest perfectly against him. It draws you closer, more so than before—you could barely stifle a relieved sigh when his groin finds your cunt, rubbing at you through hardened slacks. You find your hips rocking against it, chasing the feeling for what it was worth; and it was definitely worth the fine groan that draws from his puckered lips, continuing to suck at your skin with a firm press.

Xavier drank you in like a bee to honey, nosing and kissing wherever his mouth would take him. Feverish even, when he returns your salacious grinding with his own and arms tightening around you. You run your fingers through his fine strands of starlight, and he groans into your clavicle at the feeling of nails gently scraping his nape.

What was once a soft, gentle breeze now carries the palpable tension of your bodies cradled amidst the flowers. The scent of arousal pricked your nose—whether it was yours or his, you couldn’t make heads or tails of it—and only grew worse with every deep cycling breath. Labored, all equally and undeniably filled with primal want.

There was something gratifying about the way his cock strained to meet you through fabric, and how you had a feverish inclination to take him whole. Every grind that slips between your folds and just barely meeting your clit has you desperate for something more. Tingles in all the right places, sending your mind into your pleasurable overdrive.

A particularly pointed rut of his hips has you choking out his name, thighs trembling to meet them back in tenfold. “I—I might just—if you keep doing that,” you waver between wanton moans, coils in your abdomen quickly coming undone.

Xavier withdraws his lips, sheen with ardor and the efforts of marking your skin. His forehead finds your shoulder, pressing further into your warm body and mouthing there instead. “Close, are you? Just from this?”

“I can’t help it,” you whine, and with a wiggle of your hips you confirm that, “You’re no better than me.”

The very length that hardened and prodded against you was proud, see-sawing you to the heated brink you found yourself falling towards. A frictional transaction at best, and your undoing at worst.

His hands paw at your bottom, gripping the plump flesh and only moving you further along. “You’re right,” he mutters, angling his jaw to barely skim your ear and says, “Does it make me worse if I want you to come like this?”

“You monster,” you breathe out in jest, though no malice was found in the desire that overwhelms your response.

“Just for today,” he insists, canting his hips into you furthermore. A chaste kiss touches your lower lip, quietly asking for permission to seal them with his own. “I’m close, and I know you are too.”

“Yeah,” you concede with a breath against his lip. His eyes flutter to a close in anticipation when the warmth fans over him. “You got me there.”

Your own thundering heart rings loudly in your ears when you press your mouth to his, swallowing your moans and his in the heat of it all. Dizzying, a pandora’s box of temptation that drives you to trace his canines and fight against his own tongue.

You nearly bite down on said tongue when climax finally crashes into you, toes curling and pleasure ebbing in gentle waves as you come undone. Xavier’s hold was steady, and no sooner did a throbbing between your legs mark his own high—at the very least, he was honest. Sounds of muffled groans flowed from his throat to yours, pleased before parting for much needed air.

The moment stayed this way for a couple of heartbeats, with only the sounds of your breaths coming to a collective slow and occasional bristle of flora in the wind. Your sense of heart came to a calm, detangled from the thorns of indecent intent.

The air is crisp to your inhale, and an exhale makes you realize what exactly just happened. “Xavier,” you mumble, patting his shoulders. “Did we just…”

“We did,” he dryly confirms, and can’t help but chuckle at the awareness. His voice softens as he asks, “Do you still feel hot?”

“I’m good now,” you reassure with a nod. Sliding your hands to cup his cheek, you inspect the fairness of his skin and note the feverish blush was long gone. A bummer, when he looked so cute with it in the first place.

“Guess you’re fine now too.” With a light pinch, you find your jest from before and say, “You were blushing so much I nearly mistook you for one of the tomatoes from Twinkle Toys.”

Xavier’s nose scrunches at that, brushing away your teasing with a shake of his head. As swift as light, his arms tuck underneath your bottom and hoist you into the air—much to your surprise, a gasp escaping your throat.

You steady your hands atop his shoulders, squeezing them in turn. “What are you—“

“We shouldn’t stay here too long,” he says calmly. His head inclines to the bed of flowers briefly—though, his azure rings bore into you with unwavering interest, bright and tender. “Who knows what’ll happen if we never leave.”

You hum in agreement, leaning down to press your forehead to his. “Should we ask Jeremiah about these?” He is a florist after all, only one of the few you were familiar with. “I’m sure he knows a thing or two.“

“Nah.” Xavier touches his nose to yours in greeting. His eyes twinkle as he says, “Unless you want him to find out how you were on top of me and—mmph? Mmph, mmm.”

You silence his tell-tale with a kiss, to which he happily accepts all the same. Looks like you’ll have to table the thought for another time. He chases your lips even when you part, and only a finger could barrier his jutted lip.

“Later,” you promise. “We have a schedule ahead of us, you know. And uh,” your eyes trail downwards, noting a particular patch on his slacks. It registers the feeling between your own legs, to which you sigh and say, “We should make a quick stop home, too.”

“Alright.” Xavier nods, getting the message. With another bounce, he keeps you in his raised embrace and begins to walk along a flowery path.

“By the way.” He says off-handedly amidst the trek.

You hum. “Yes?”

“I promise not to tell Jeremiah how hot you looked on top of me.” “Xavier! Don’t you dare!”

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kitkat13001 · 5 months ago

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖

>> luka couffaine x reader

>> established relationship, mentions of alcohol, reader is slightly intoxicated, reader and luka are childhood friends, title is from tv girl and jordana’s song “sweet to dream”

“okay, listen. i know for a fact that alix spiked the punch, so maybe it’s that, but also,” you breathe, the words coming so rapidly as you gaze into luka’s eyes. “also, i’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate.”

luka laughs softly, amusement dancing in his deep blue eyes. “is that so?”

you nod probably harder than you should because your head spins and you feel a little dizzy.

“okay,” luka smiles, his hands warm on your shoulders as he tries to steady you. “you clearly have had too much to drink.”

you giggle, leaning forward to rest against his chest as you look up at him. “can i have a kiss?”

“baby, you are drunk. intoxicated. under the influence.”

“come on,” you whine, “please? just a kiss! i won’ even tell anyone, i promise.”

“oh, just one? you promise?” luka teases.

“i swear it on my whole heart,” you nod dutifully, words slurring together.

luka shakes his head and stares lovingly down at you. you try to make your eyes really big and bat your lashes.

and still, as ridiculous as you must look, luka looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. you’re lost in his gaze as he leans in and you’re almost upset when his eyes flutter closed and you lose the vision of blue. but then his lips are ghosting over yours and your eyes shut too.

it’s chaste and short and sweet and over before you want it to be. your bottom lip pushes out in a pout and luka just laughs at you again.

“come on,” he sighs, smile still lingering on his lips as he guides you down the hall. “let’s get you to bed.”

you complain the whole way up but it’s superficial. you’re still floating from the kiss. metaphorically, of course, because your feet catch on every single step on the stairs as you go up to your room.

“please remind me to never let our friends near the punch ever again,” luka grunts, hoisting you into his arms as you decide that your legs have lost any and all independence.

you burst into a giggle fit as he heaves you onto the bed, exhaling and blowing a strand of blue hair out of his face, which is flushed from the effort of carrying you up the stairs.

you try to unlace your shoes but your fingers are wiggling in the funniest of ways and now you’re certain you’re not even touching the laces. luka swiftly undoes them and playfully throws your feet up on the bed.

“come on, it’s bedtime for you.”

you settle underneath the covers as luka tucks you into them, handing you a stuffed animal like a child. the minute he leans away your heart pauses a beat. “luka?”

“mm?”

“will you stay?”

“wasn’t planning on leaving, babes,” he chuckles, making himself comfortable on the edge of the bed. one of his hands wanders along the patterns in the blanket, the other reaching to turn of the light. it leaves the room in the dim but warm glow of your salt lamp.

you hum happily, nestling yourself further into the covers.

“luka?” you call out softly again.

again, he hums. “mm?”

“am i your soulmate?”

he chuckles quietly to himself, leaning down to leave a kiss on your forehead. “i’ve known that since i was ten years old, honey.”

his soft and warm voice envelops you and you drift off to sleep with the comforting feeling of him right next to you.

#missing my miraculous era #luka couffaine x reader #luka couffaine #luka x reader #miraculous ladybug #mlb luka #mlb #mlb luka x reader #x reader #kitty.writes!

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aemondsbabe · 1 year ago

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Ñuha Zaldrīzes

summary: future & facesitting || discussing wishes for your baby with your husband turns into something more

pairing: daemon targaryen x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, pregnant reader, oral sex (f receiving), allusions to piv sex, dirty talk, daemon being soft and loving we love to see it, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 1.8k

a/n: happy day eight of 12 days of smuff!!! surely this counts as future otherwise i'd have them fucking in a spaceship & that just didn't sit right with me

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A soft giggle bursts from your lips as Daemon’s hand skirts over your large belly yet again, his soft touches tickling your skin as his hand ghosts lovingly over your bump, the delicate lacy fabric of your nightgown bunched around his wrist.

“Okay, okay, so,” you say breathily, finally calming down as his touch seems to settle on your hip, “If it’s a little girl, perhaps Vaenera? And for a little boy… Vaenor?” You suggest, your breath warm against the prince’s neck as you rest your cheek against his shoulder, tucked safely into his side atop your silk covered bed.

“I still think we should name her Visenya,” the blond drawls, tracing soothing patterns into your hip as he holds you against him, “With a nice strong name like that, she will grow to greatness.”

You stay silent for a moment, your eyes locked onto the fluid movements of the sheer curtains that lead out onto the balcony, watching as they blow in the breeze carried in by the Narrow Sea. Daemon can’t help but notice you still against him and he smiles softly when he sees that familiar, far off look in your eyes – always his dreamer.

“Where did you go?” He asks gently, all traces of the usual brash, cocky tone with which he speaks gone.

“Nowhere,” you smile, tilting your head up to peer at him through your lashes, “I was merely thinking of what kind of person this little one will grow up to be.” You stroke a hand over your belly as you speak, your smile only growing as you feel a soft, barely there kick against your palm.

“If they’re even half as kind and gentle as their mother, the world will be a much better place with them in it,” your husband whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. A pink blush blooms across the apples of your cheeks, as it always does when he speaks so tenderly.

“And if they’re half as hard headed as their father, well… somehow, I will love them all the more,” you whisper, laughing yet again as Daemon trails his fingers over your side, tickling you purposefully this time.

“Me, hard headed?” He teases, laughing along with you, “I’m not the one that nearly sent the kitchens into a tailspin this evening when they demanded duck, now am I?” His violet eyes sparkled in the low light of the candles that flickered around the room, a teasing smirk etched across his face.

“That’s very unfair!” You giggle, leaning up to properly look at him. “You know how I am when I’m with child,” you huff, your blush only deepening when you see his eyes darken just slightly as his gaze flits over you, “Especially once it’s this far along; all I want is roast duck and–”

“And lemon cakes at every meal,” Daemon finishes for you, softly smiling, “Yes, sweetling, the entire castle is most aware.” He chuckles.

“Then the kitchens should know to have duck, that’s all I’m saying…” You grumble, sinking back down into his embrace. The two of you relax into a comfortable silence for many minutes, your husband’s breathing so steady and calm that you assume he’s fallen asleep. When he speaks again, his soft voice almost startles you.

“The kitchens did particularly well with the lemon cakes this evening…”

Your eyebrows furrow together at the statement and you lift your head again, meaning to give him a confused stare. The cakes were exceptionally good this evening, but you can’t help but notice the teasing lilt in his voice.

You open your mouth to speak, but the darkness in Daemon’s eyes gives you pause, a breathy, barely audible whimper escaping your lips before you have a chance to stop it.

“However, I can’t help but be in the mood for a much different type of dessert, little wife.” He says lowly, gently pulling you up until your faces are level, careful to be ever conscious of your growing stomach.

“Daemon –” You start, only to be cut off with a searing kiss as he presses his lips to yours. You whimper against his lips, your head already spinning in his embrace as his tongue toys with yours.

“It’s been so long,” he starts, trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, nibbling at one spot that always has you seeing stars, “Since you’ve let me have what I want.”

“H-Husband,” you gasp breathlessly, your nails digging helplessly into his chest as you cling to him, “You had me just this, Gods, this morning for breakfast, if you’ll recall.” You managed to say between whimpers and gasps as he practically feasted on the sensitive spot on your neck, his hands softly kneading and caressing your breasts.

He makes a small, displeased hum before he pulls back to look at you, his dark eyes studying you carefully before a small smirk grows on his lips, “You know very well that’s not what I’m after.”

Your eyes widen just slightly as you finally catch his meaning; you shake your head with a small chuckle. “Surely you can’t be serious,” your smile fades as he holds your stare with a small, unchanging smirk, “Daemon, I’ll crush you!”

“And what an honorable death that would be, sweet wife,” he chuckles, his hands firmly grasping your hips as he lifts you up and onto his lap, your head spins as you feel his already hard length pressing against you through the thin linen breeches he has on, “I’ll be fine, it’s not as if this is exactly new territory for us…” He teases, gently skirting his hands over your belly.

“We’ve never done it when I’ve been… like this, though,” you shyly point out, looking down at your bump.

“Do you really not see how insatiable I become every time you’re with child?” Daemon asks, his voice soft and gentle, “I will only ever have you like this a scant few times. Please, sweetling, let me savor it.”

Biting your lip, you gaze down at him, eyes trailing across his bare chest and shoulders and up the strong column of his neck before they finally settle on his face – the look in his eyes nearly making you gasp. His violet eyes are fixed on you, roaming over your body with so much love and adoration that you feel as if you may melt from it.

Before you even register the movement, you’re nodding.

Daemon’s eyes instantly flick up to yours, sparkling with victory. His hands grip your hips again, gently guiding you up his muscular form as he silently thanks the Seven that you wear nothing beneath your Myrish lace nightgowns. A loud groan practically bursts from the prince’s chest once you’re positioned over his face; he loves being surrounded by you — loves the way your soft thighs bracket his head, the way you position your dripping center perfectly over his mouth, and the way the only thing he sees when he looks up is your belly, swollen with his seed, his child.

If it were up to Daemon, he would happily spend the rest of his days here.

Your chest heaves as you grip the headboard of the bed, your heart hammering in your chest from the anticipation of it. You whimper softly as his hands, rough from so many years of sword fighting and dragon riding, grab at your thighs and hips.

He presses soft, sweet kisses to the inside of your thighs before licking a slow, steady line up your center; you can feel him smirk triumphantly against you as moans and whimpers spill from your lips.

“Oh, Gods, Daemon!” You gasp, voice already ragged as you white-knuckle the headboard. Your thighs tremble with the effort of holding yourself even a fraction of an inch above your husband’s face, something he notices quite quickly. A displeased growl rumbles from his chest, making you pant as it vibrates against your core.

“Fucking sit,” Daemon rasps, tugging you against his mouth, his tongue roughly spearing into you as he grinds your pearl against his nose, hands moving your hips against his face.

Your mind all but whites out as he rocks you against him, nose and tongue working in perfect tandem to send shivers down your spine. Your eyes squeeze shut, frantic moans pouring from your mouth as a fire steadily builds within you.

“H-Husband,” you pant, walls clenching tightly around his tongue as he groans into your heat, “I— Fuck, I’m—!” You can hardly get the words out as Daemon seals his lips around your sensitive bud, suckling it at a maddening pace as his hands move down to cup your ass, kneading it roughly.

Your face flushes at the slick sounds pouring from between your thighs as the prince growls against you, sounding as if he’s gaining as much satisfaction as you are. Your core clenches at the thought, pleasure threatening to consume you.

“Daemon!” You cry urgently, shaking above him, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. You want so badly to thread your fingers through his hair as you normally would, but you can’t even see his face around your protruding belly.

He groans loudly beneath you once more and fucks his tongue back into you, causing the knot in your belly to pull tightly before finally unraveling. Sparks burst behind your eyelids, your back arching as your whole body tenses and relaxes in time with his movements.

The prince moans appreciatively, messily drinking down your pleasure as you peak on top of him. You jump when one of his hands smacks against your ass, the tingling sting extending your release, the intensity of it nearly making you go mad.

Finally, once your signs of relief have turned into whimpers of overstimulation, Daemon releases you with a pleased hum, helping you shuffle back down his body until you’re straddling his hips once again.

You laugh softly at the sight of him — his cheeks flushed a light pink, hair sticking up at odd angles, and a pleased, self-satisfied grin on his face.

“You look as if you were the one who was ravished, my dragon,” you tease, your heart rate slowly returning to normal as you trace over the muscular dips in his chest and stomach.

The prince chuckles lowly, his violet eyes still dark with lust as he takes in your curves. “Ravishing you is a pleasure in and of itself, sweet wife,” he drawls, smirking as you gasp at the feel of his cock against your sensitive core as he rolls his hips against you, “I trust you’ll allow me to feel it again?” He asks, that all too familiar cocky tone back, as if asking is merely a formality.

Sighing happily, you bite your lip as you stare down at him, the knot in your belly beginning to tighten again as you feel his length pressing hotly to you.

“I believe that can be arranged.”

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