#adora x fem!reader

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hi I really love your writing!!

I have an Adora x Fem R request in which reader is a very shy and tiny but also an incredibly talented musician (she can play guitar and sing really well) who tends to isolate herself to play alone when she’s stressed out.

She is part of the best friend squad and she has a huge crush on adora but she’s a stuttering mess around her, and adora thinks she’s adorable and teases her to see her reactions.

One day Adora finds the reader playing and singing a love song (that she wrote for Adora) alone and she’s fascinated by seeing her so confident and in her element, so when r finishes Adora compliments her and asked her who the song was dedicated to and reader freaks out but then it all ends with a confession and a kiss.

Sorry if it’s dumb, you can just ignore the request if you want😅😅

I hope you have a great day!!✨

ummm a year late and i havent wrote adora in such a long time so i am more than happy to do this for ya anon!

The Guide To Confidence (You Must Have a Guitar) | Adora x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: It was a long day fighting for Etheria. You and Glimmer were at each other's necks and on top of that, Catra nearly pummeled you to the ground while you were distracted. After a much-needed shower, it was time to destress and the only way you could do that was in a corner of your room with your guitar.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, She/Her Pronouns, No Use of Y/n

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

You let your tired bones and sore body sink into your oversized beanbag chair. The fuzziness of the beanbag brushed against your calloused skin. Who knew accepting Glimmer's invitation to be a part of the best friend squad in grade school would cause you to fight the world with a princess, her best friend, and an ex-Horde officer? You sure didn't.

You grabbed your guitar from the side of the beanbag. This was often the place you resided in to play guitar, so instead of putting it up where it belonged, you laid it beside your chair for an easy pickup.

With one hand wrapped around its neck and the other around the belly, you warmed up by plucking and strumming the six-string instrument.

When you first started playing guitar, you didn't care to warm up. But as your skill advanced and your days were filled with fighting the enemy, you found that warming up was a great way to remind your body of your skill and to unwind faster.

As you pluck, strumemed, and occasionally tuned your intrustment to make sure you had the right sound, an idea popped into your head: Hey, why not flip through my songbook and sing the first one I land on?

It's been awhile since you sang a song from your book. Hell, it's been even longer since you wrote a song, but it would be fun to reflect back onto your memories.

After fifteen minutes of searching for the blue journal, you finally found it, sat back in your beanbag, and flipped through. The song you landed was a newer one. One you wrote maybe a couple of weeks ago.

You plopped the book open and onto the floor before strumming and singing along to the lyrics.

-

Oh, man. Adora whined as she scrubbed a towel on her head. The princess had just come from the showers where she needed not one, but three servants and guards to help get the gunk and goo out of her hair.

When did Catra have the time to curate a sticky slime that hardens just moments after it attacks its victim, Adora didn't know but dang, it's as effective as it is annoying.

Only in her leggings, top, and socks, Adora shuffled her feet down the hall. She continued to scrub and whine. Although her helpers did a superb job of getting the slime out of her hair, Adora felt as if it was still there and buzzing on her scalp.

Oh, no... what if Catra put a tracking device into it?! What if she's tracking me right now and planning her attack?! What if-- oh! What is that sound?

Adora's steps softened as she tiptoed up to your open room door. You were shy when it came to Adora, which first upset her seeing how you interact with Bow and Glimmer, but after careful observation, she figured it was because you had a crush on her.

At least, that was what she thought. She could be wrong, she tends to be egotistical sometimes, but you were always stuttering around her and looking up at her with those doe eyes of yours.

Adora wanted to squeeze you, wrap her arms around you, and twirl you around like her own personal doll. She even referred to you as her doll when talking to other people.

After figuring out, or blinding wishing, about your crush on her, Adora teased you a lot. She called you cute and adorable, got really close to you when she didn't have to be, and smirked down at you a lot all to see your flustered face and to hear your stutters.

Honestly, Adora didn't have to do anything to get you to stutter. You stuttered on your own around her. It kinda boosted her ego, just a little bit.

Because she's rarely heard you not stutter, she was amazed to hear how powerful and bold your voice is when it came to singing.

You're taking ownership of your musical talent with confident strums and notes. You're loud, but not too loud to annoy. Just loud enough to own the stage, as if you were on one.

Adora peeked her head inside of your room to see you engulfed by your beanbag and guitar. Your small fingers moved expertly on the frets of the guitar and the part by the hole. Adora never knew what that part was called. Does that part even have a name? Adora made a note to ask you about it later.

Obviously, the song meant something to you. You were singing with emotion and passion. It was similar to how you fought sometimes. You're strong and precise in your fighting style and you're just as strong and precise here too. It was like you made sure to go above and beyond in certain parts of the song.

Adora didn't know what came over her when you finished the song. All she knew was one second she was peeking her head into your room to be nosey and the next she was standing in the middle of your room clapping and cheering.

"Whoa!" she giggled. She continued to clap despite your efforts to shush her or usher her out of the room. "You're really good at singing and playing the guitar! Who would've known?" she continued to giggle and laugh.

Your heart was in your stomach when she clapped you out of your music trance. Your eyes must've been closed because you didn't even notice her come in. Let's just hope she wasn't listening too closely to the song.

"Th-Thank you! Goodnight now, Adora!" you exclaim, pushing her on her back. Adora wasn't moving at all. Maybe it was her stubbornness or maybe she was just stronger than you thought, but your pushes didn't even make her budge.

She was wearing socks! She should be sliding around the tiled floor like soft butter on a hot roll!

"Oh, wait now," Adora laughed. She turned around to face you and grabbed your hands. "You have to tell me what song that is! It's so beautiful and your guitar playing literally touched my soul. I didn't even know that was possible until right now."

Her childlike wonder about your song made it very hard for you to kick her out of your room. Who could say no to those blue eyes and blonde hair that just goes past her shoulders?

With a sigh, you look to the floor. "I... m-made it," you told her at a barely audible volume.

Adora's eyes bulged out of her head, and her jaw sank to the floor. "You made that?" she exclaimed. "No way! So, like, if you made that song which was obviously a love song, who was that song about?"

Despite having a hunch on who your crush is, Adora was still oblivious to the fact that was song was about her.

Come on, Adora. The song was literally an acrostic, (a name poem), about you!

"Uh," you stammered over your words. Your gaze was no longer on your floor but instead dashing to every nook and cranny of your room. You would look at anything, literally anything, to avoid her gaze right now.

With every movement of your eyes, Adora moved her head to meet your gaze. Maybe your stare would somehow reveal who the song was about. Perfuma? Entrapta? Oh! Maybe it was Glimmer! Or Bow?

"Come on," she whined. She squeezed your hands. Oh, yeah. You're still holding hands, by the way. "Can you tell me? I won't tell a soul. Shera's honor."

You met her gaze with a heavy sigh. You didn't believe that she wouldn't tell a soul; Adora can't keep a secret to save her life but those puppy eyes and pout were very convincing.

Adora could feel it. She could feel that you were about to spill her guts to her and it's all because she's holding your hands and pleading like a kid in a sword shop-- oh, update that phrase. Glimmer told Adora the right phrase was a kid in a candy shop. Not sword. (Thanks, Horde).

"The s-song may or may not be ab-about–" Oh, come on. You're so close! Just one more syllable. "you?"

Adora hummed. She took her hands out of yours and stroked her chin. Her? The song was about her? Meaning you actually do have a crush on her and she wasn't being delusional. Her lesbian crush on you was reciprocated and you liked her so badly that you had to write a song about her.

While her mind was spinning with different ways how to tease you about this, you stood in front of her sweating bullets. Did she not like that you wrote about her? What if your gaydar was wrong and she actually wasn't into girls? One, that would be a total loss for the gays and theys and two, would that mean the best friend squad finally had a straight person in the friend group? Interesting.

Moments of silence later and Adora was still stroking her chin with an unrecognizable look of her face. Sweating out your armpits and soon the back of your shirt, you decided you couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable!" you yelped to her. Adora murmured a "huh?" but you were too in your own world to hear it. "If you want me to destroy the song, I will! I-I'll take the book, rip-rip the pages out, and then throw it in-into the dumpster and light it on fire! I swear! I'd do that!"

Your tangent of accidentally offending Adora and destroying your song threw Adora for a loop. Why would she be upset? Why would she want you to destroy the song?

Adora hasn't heard much music in her life, but your song was the best thing she's ever heard. Destroying that would deny the world of art and Adora was one for the arts.

The blonde tried calling your name and speaking to you to snap you out of your tangent, but you were in too deep, nothing would be able to pull you out.

Out of words to say to get you out of it, Adora took matters into her own hands. Literally. She cupped your warm cheeks and pulled you in close to her body.

Your breath hitched and shook as she caught you by surprise. Her breath was warm yet cool, thanks to the minty freshness of her toothpaste and mouthwash. She was a winter mint person. You took note of that.

Just centimeters apart and your eyes staring into each other's, you were surprised you were the first one to speak. "Why'd y-you do that?"

Adora shrugged. Her eyes danced between yours. "I don't know," she whispered. "I just need a way to shut you up." You went to pout, but the sound of Adora's chuckle stopped you from doing so. "No, I don't mean it like that. I mean that I want to tell you something but in order for you to hear what I gotta say, you gotta stop talking first. You think you can do that for me?"

No words came out of your mouth as you hummed and nodded.

Adora smiled endearingly, her eyes slimming and her cheeks puffing up. "I like you too," she whispered. "Have for a while. I like the song and I'm not offended or weirded out or even grossed out by you writing about me. I think it's cute. You put what you want to say into a song. You're in touch with your emotions and music and I think that's beautiful."

Were you dreaming? You had to be. Your biggest crush of all time had your face in her hands and was telling you that she had a crush on you. You! The stuttering girl who could only say what she wanted through song. She liked you. She really liked you.

"If... If you like me... then why didn't you kiss me?"

"Huh?" a soft chuckle escaped past her lips.

"I mean, if you like me, you should've kissed me to get me to stop talking. Not just grab my face."

Adora smirked, tilting her head to the side. "Oh, yeah? Is that how this is supposed to go?" You gave her a little chuckle and nod. "Okay, well, if you must know, I didn't kiss you because I wasn't even sure if you wanted to be kissed by me. You know, consent?"

You grinned. You put your hands on top of hers. "If kissing me is the only way to shut me up, then you have the consent to shut me up anytime."

Adora's smirk only grew. Her blue eyes shined and sparkled in the lighting of your room. The moment she's been dreaming of ever since she laid her eyes on you was finally coming true.

She leaned in and you met her in the middle to have your lips touch. Both lips were soft on each other. While hers tasted like mint, she thought yours tasted like caramel. You were always sneaking into the kitchen to get late-night candies.

A day that was full of fighting and disputes ended with a night full of songs and confessions.

WC: 2,002

[sharrkbaiitcartoonz]

I love women

that’s it that’s the post

[illusionshorns]

Just a reminder to some people who write She-Ra x readers

They are confirmed lesbians,

Stop shipping your male Oc's/readers/Characters with them.

I have seen several stories and several pieces of fanart.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[pearlywritings]

In father’s embrace

synopsis: HSR men as dads and what your family dynamic is like.

pairings: Blade, Gepard, Loucha, Sampo, Jing Yuan x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, implied initial mortal x immortal in Blade’s

word count: 5.2k words

a/n: Luofu Xianzhou timeline is hell, so Blade’s one is quite vague. Here’s the Genshin version!

Blade

Blade tends to say that he has no connection to his past, but that is not true and very few (mostly Kafka) know he is lying. Even with his life and death fucked up he can't simply let go of someone his heart has been always full with, of someone who he promised himself to by the altar, even if under another name, of someone, who gifted him the joy of both his previous and current life - your daughter.

The blade - a cold weapon with no feelings - should not experience being lucky, but that’s what he was, when you clutched him in your arms the first time after his return from the dead and sobbed in his chest, telling him how much you missed him, how much his little angel missed him.

Back then he should've left without a trace, maybe even coming to you in the first place was a mistake, but he just couldn't. And his resolve crumbled completely when a white-haired toddler in your arms gazed at him with the same soft eyes as yours and reached out to his face, hesitantly asking "dada?".

As much as Blade is capable - he loves you and your daughter. He is quite absent due to his involvement with the Stellaron Hunters, but you understand how important that magenta-haired woman's ability is when it comes to restraining the mara in his body. After all that's the reason why he can visit without fear of hurting you or his little girl.

Some other sacrifices had to be made - one of them was moving from the Lofu Xianzhou, but that was alright and your daughter loved her new environment. Besides, dada has been visiting more often ever since you moved! And no one really bothered or chased after you (after all, you are still registered as his wife and higher ups of Lofu know), which, you assumed, was somehow connected with a young girl that once came with Blade.

Kafka once brought up a proposition of moving you two to the Stellaron Hunters' base for Blade's easier access, but he declined. At least his loved ones should have a peaceful everyday life.

With a tired sigh the black-haired man lowers himself on a sofa in the living room of the house you two purchased to start a seemingly new life. The red-hot iron in his eyes disappears behind the heavy eyelids and for a moment Blade allows himself to relax. The little wonder, that is his daughter, ran to your bedroom to fetch some hair accessories, after you encouraged your husband to let her style his long locks.

He doesn’t move when you sit next to him, hip to hip and heart to heart. He welcomes your sneaking fingers, curling his, creating a secure lock of hands. The weight of your head resting on his shoulder is grounding and he can’t help but press his cheek against it.

It’s soothingly silent.

It almost reminds him of the past.

“For how long will you be staying this time?

Even your question, spoken in a tender, understanding voice, is familiar. You used to ask him the same thing in-between his Cloud Quintet-related missions. 

These days it’s difficult to sneak and see you during breaks though.

“Fifteen days,” his breath is even, and eyes are still shut, but he senses a smile that tugs on the corners of your lips.

“That’s a lot. She will be so happy,” and he knows that you are as well.

The rapid stomping of little feet bursts into your peaceful serenity, and you simultaneously glance at the doorway. Low and behold - the soon-to-be hair stylist is proudly running into the room, tightly clutching your jewelry box with various hair pins inside.

“Dad, I practiced! Mom says I’ve been making huuuuuuge progress!”

A tiny smile touches his pale lips - it’s such a miracle that a monster like him is blessed to have the most adorable child in the whole universe. With her and you by his side, this life gets more and more bearable.

“If mom says you’ve been, then it must be the truth,” he nods, letting go of your hand - but not before giving it a little affectionate stroke with his thumb, - sliding down and onto the floor, turning his back to the girl.

Giggling excitedly, she gives you the box, which you quickly unlock, and starts looking through the many intricate pieces of jewelry (many are your beloved’s presents), until finding the perfect one.

Having his hair being touched is weird. He was aware that the white luscious locks used to draw attention, but only you were honored to run your fingers through them, and only his baby was allowed to tug on them, making her father wince. Now it’s different - she is oh so careful, brushing, collecting stray locks and braiding, not once causing him pain.

Blade sighs again, but looks at you from the corner of his eye, catching you snickering in your palm upon gazing at something that your daughter is turning his hair into. Well, that’s concerning.

But at this very moment he can’t bring himself to care. If he gets fifteen whole days before his next mission, he is going to savor this time with his family - no matter how disastrous he’s going to look by the end of it.

Gepard

A family man. So no one was surprised when in the end the leader of the Silvermane Guards ended up with three kids - two sons and a daughter. Partly it was dictated by the rules of nobles and his family among them, but ultimately it was your mutual sincere decision.

It’s obvious he is not there for many of his kids’ first times, as sometimes his duties prevail and even the Supreme Guardian cannot help it, but he really-really tries to be there as much as possible. He appreciates the videos you send him, has every single one stored in his phone’s memory and sometimes, when there is no communication, in his spare moment he replays them to remind himself that soon he’ll return home and see his kids and you.

Only one time he really fucked up because of work - during your first pregnancy you both underestimated the soon arrival of your due date and he left on a mission with his troops, reassured that he’ll be back before the day you go into labor. The snowstorm was severe and the connection was cut, so the message Serval sent him when your water broke was not delivered. His soldiers would bring to their graves the image of a deathly pale Gepard, when many hours later he checked his phone back at the base and nearly broke the screen, trying to type his sister’s number.

After that he started taking paternity leave seriously.

You do not keep in touch with his parents a lot - there were instances where they disapproved of you, but all of his siblings are always welcomed in your house and to see their nephews and niece, because they supported your relationship from the moment they met you in flesh.

Serval is an enormous help when it comes to babysitting. It’s like her part-time job honestly - you even offered to pay her, but she declined, suggesting offering her a helping hand whenever she’d need instead. Oh, and to be the first one out of all the Landau siblings (after her brother, of course) to know about the latest updates on your kids.

The kids that are adorable. All three won the ‘blue eyes’ lottery, which, given the previous generations of Landau, is not a big surprise; both boys look like Gepard, while the girl took more after you in appearance. The man really doesn’t want to play favorites, but sometimes he is just too weak for his little princess, who looks just like her mom. She is the youngest too with a pretty big age gap between her and her brothers, who were born a year apart, so there is literally no jealousy, because your sons took their father’s example and became her protectors.

Even from a 'big bad dragon' that is their aunt…

When you step inside your house and hear the kids still fussing somewhere in the rooms, involuntarily your gaze falls to the old grandfather’s clock in the foye. Almost midnight. All three should be long asleep with Serval sending you a notification of her success. Which you didn’t receive and for that reason had to cut your date short and hurry back home.

Your husband looks as concerned as you are, locking the door and straining his ears to determine what’s going on. With both your coats abandoned, you carefully step further into the house, making your way to the line of light coming from under one of the doors.

Two jaws almost kiss the floor when you see Serval lying on the floor tied and gagged with a scarf. Alone. For a moment you fear the worst.

Rushing inside, you let Gepard search the other rooms for intruders. Helping your sister-in-law to sit is no problem, but the knot behind her head is awfully tightened. In the end you manage to yank it down to free her mouth, quickly switching to the rope constricting her hands.

“Y/n, oh my god,” she gasps, finally able to speak. “Who taught your sons to tie knots like this!? I didn’t know a sixteen- and fifteen-year olds can be so strong-”

“Come again?” Stunned, you stop untying her wrists, looking at the woman with widened eyes. Your boys did what?

“My precious nephews - whom I really do not want to strangle - took the game of knights too seriously, and when - maybe a half an hour ago? - I decided to play the dragon who was stealing the princess - my niece of three years, - they attacked and tied me!”

“Huh…” is all you can say, feeling relief wash over you. At least there are no burglars or kidnappers and your kids are safe.

When, listening Serval’s huffs of complaints, you move to untie her legs, the heavy steps of your husband are heard in the hallway, accompanied by the boys whining and begging their dad not to come to the living room, because the dragon would eat their sister.

His tall figure appears in the doorway, with your daughter in his arms, looking very sleepy, and two almost carbon copies of their dad pulling at his jacket to give them their sister back.

“Serval, what in blazes have you told them?” The judging tone and the squint of his blue eyes are directed at his elder sibling.

“It was just a game, Geppie! A silly game they turned into reality.”

“Aunt said she’d eat her,” your oldest pouts, eyeing her cautiously. “And she told us stories about the cannibals the other night-”

“Serval, you what?”

“Hey, they asked me to! Oh, thanks, Y/n,” she shrugs the loosened rope off of her. “Where did you even get this?”

“Aunt Lynx gave us,” the second son chirps, hugging Gepard’s side. “She showed us how to do knots.”

“This little-”

Suddenly you feel a headache coming. With big family come big challenges, but something of this caliber hasn’t happened in a while. It makes you smile though - you almost forgot what it was like - to raise two boys. Seems like your girl brings the borderline naughtiest out of them.

Loucha

To begin with it's worth mentioning that your and Loucha's marriage started as an unpredictable necessity. You both needed to enter the world that allowed only married foreigners' access. So, quickly figuring that your goal matches, you got married on a neighboring planet, spent a month there to make the marriage more believable in the sense of its duration and learning more about each other. Yeah, all of that just to fulfill your respectful jobs. You invented and rehearsed all the possible answers to the questions, perfected your affectionate act and were actually feeling quite comfortable around each other.

It was almost funny, when on the 'how many kids do you plan to have?' Loucha confidently answered 'two', and a couple of years later your first son was born, and then, after 7 more years, another one was too.

Admittedly, the oldest one was kind of unplanned, but at that point you traveled so much together, shared so many memories, even ended up caring for each other on a lover-like level, that you decided to give it a shot, just like you did with the continuation of your marriage.

And Loucha couldn't be more pleased. Surprisingly, he found the peace of those first years he spent settled down to raise your boy delightful. And there was something exciting about having a little wonder with a perfect mix of both of your features in your arms, as your husband's hand is resting on the small of your back, leading you through the crowds of the new planet's lively market, as the child's eyes shine with marvel, taking in his surroundings.

When Loucha suggested having another one it simply felt right.

Your sons are so lucky in the sense of seeing the universe, because their father is a traveling merchant. Sure, he doesn't always take you and your two boys with him, but whenever his deal allows him enough freedom and your kids are doing great in school and can be taken on a little vacation - you three are going with him.

Usually he gets to take care of the youngest one, since only Loucha's vast knowledge can satisfy his curiosity, while the oldest one calmly walks hand in hand with you, content with listening to their conversation and pointing out to you the things he already knows himself, receiving a soft praise from you and an approving nod from his father.

Back home the roles reverse - the oldest is spending most of his time with Loucha to learn all about medicine and healing techniques, while the youngest is more interested in sharing your hobbies. 

The two hardly ever quarrel as siblings tend to do, and it must be because of the overall serene atmosphere of your family dynamic, your soft nature and your husband's tranquil behavior. 

More than a decade ago Loucha wouldn't have imagined himself with a wife and kids. Nowadays, however, he doesn't like the thought of not having the three of you by his side.

It is a quiet afternoon. A little house you rented for a little vacation has a nice yard - perfect for the kids to have fun outside. You occasionally glance at them from the window of the kitchen to make sure everything is fine, while your hands never stop moving - washing, cutting, stirring.

At some point you are so caught in the moment of tranquility, that you do not hear your husband walking in, until he softly hums to alert you of his presence, and puts his palms on your waist.

“Smells delicious,” you smile, feeling his chin on your shoulder, and grab a piece of a tangerine you are meaning to use for dessert, offering it to him.

“Mhm, I am trying to cook what we had yesterday at that restaurant.”

Ah, right, the restaurant the kids enjoyed. He remembers how you sneaked to the kitchen and came back with a little less credits, but with new recipes and an excited smile on your face.

“Hopefully my rendition will be to our boys’ liking. And don’t think I forgot about you - those Loufu Xianzhou-style noodles are already on their way!”

“So thoughtful of you, darling,” his silky voice caresses your ear and not a second later a kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Do you need any help?”

“Weren’t you busy?” You decide to clarify, clearly recounting how he locked himself in one of the rooms earlier that day to test something. To your question Loucha shakes his head.

“All done already. And I missed you and the kids.”

“Then go and play with them,” you urge, turning to face him to offer a sweet smile. “I’ll handle it here, but the boys could use some quality time with their father.”

“You say that as if they didn’t drag us all around the city yesterday and then climb into our bed and refuse to leave.”

“I mean, it’s the first time in two months they properly see you. That last deal of yours was exceptionally time-consuming.”

“You kept me updated on them so well and those video calls we had… it didn’t even feel like I ever left.”

You only huff and return your gaze to the stove, yet leaning into his chest a little. For a minute it’s quiet, and the man is taking his time before parting from you. That is until he takes a deep inhale and nuzzles his face in your neck.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

“What for, handsome?” There is that teasing lilt in your voice he came to love. Over the course of your lives together he discovered many things to love you for, and if not for that desperate decision to get married - he thinks he’d hardly ever feel the same about his life.

“For everything.”

He leaves your side with a kiss on your shoulder and the next time you glance out of the window again - he is already there, hoisting his youngest in one arm and chasing after the oldest one with his hair swaying in the gentle wind. And your heart is at peace. 

Sampo

In all his life Sampo has managed to never impregnate a single woman and he considers that a success. For all the crap people speak about him Sampo is not an idiot, even though he acts like a fool at times. He is extremely self-aware and bringing a child to this world is probably the last thing on his list.

But no one said anything about someone else’s child, right?

Your and Sampo’s relationship is… strange, not going to lie. One evening you happened to help a scared woman to escape from some drunkards (whom you lately found out were the Silvermane Guards, sober and on duty), only for the long wig to slip and the heavy coat to slide down, revealing shortly cut but nicely styled hair and obviously male broad shoulders. The only thing the man managed to get out was a sheepish “hehe”.

And boy did that “hehe” change your life.

That day Sampo Koski got off the hook, since you didn’t comment anyhow and just let him go, which, given you were an overworlder, he found intriguing. So he dug a little bit, out of pure curiosity. Besides, this man didn't like staying in debt to someone and he needed information to see how he could pay you back.

That’s when he found out you were a single mother. An opera singer, but divorced and with full custody over a six-year old daughter.

And honestly, he didn’t give it much thought at first. He simply arranged a nice bouquet of red roses for you, paid Natasha a little for a handmade plushie and left it all at the door steps with a ‘thank you’ note.

Until a couple of weeks ago, disguised again, he didn’t stumble into a group of kids obviously bullying a little girl, mocking her for not having a father, and throwing something among themselves that she tried to catch. And he recognized the toy. And one glance was enough to see how much she looked like the woman he met only once. And against his better judgment Sampo walked to the children, easily snatching the toy and effectively scaring everyone off. Only with that little girl still being there, eyes full of unshed tears and fingers digging in the skirt of her pretty dress.

That tiny ‘thank you’ when he handed the plushie back to her and she hugged it tightly to her chest made the conman’s heart clench, and for the second time that day he sent his plans to hell, keeping her company near the house you lived in until you arrived from work.

That day he learned many things - how much your daughter loved the toy and what a sweet little thing she was, how tired a person can look and how much a throat can hurt from the whole day of singing during rehearsals, how nice a home-made dinner can be once you are invited, but most importantly - how even such a damned man like him can be gazed upon with gratitude and not from one, but two people.

From that day many other instances happened, but in the end he just stuck around. It was strange, it was new, but in a sense it was comforting, especially when you would come home - on Friday, for example, - and he’d be there, entertaining your daughter and then greeting you with a smile and a silly wave of his hand.

You don’t have a husband, and your daughter doesn’t have a father - but with his presence Sampo Koski manages to fill those voids even if a little bit.

Aeons you love days off. A morning to finally sleep in and do not run around like crazy in attempts to get yourself and your kid ready. Even breakfast wasn’t on you today, because the ‘silly man’ stayed the night and told you to get your sleep, assuring you with that confident puff of his chest that the Sampo Koski would offer you his best service, which effectively made you giggle.

Tonight he even cuddled with you, letting you bury your face in his neck and be a little vulnerable in the arms of a man with whom you had the most peculiar relationship ever. But after such equally peculiar moments you really start thinking of suggesting moving from the couch in the living room to your bedroom permanently. It’s been months already, who would’ve thought.

Barefoot and not even glancing at the robe on the chair near the window you leave the room, rubbing at your eyes and brushing your hair away from your face. You are craving the cup of your morning drink, and so you let your legs carry you to the kitchen at first. However two voices coming from your wardrobe room instantly peak your interest and make you halt in your walking. What on earth could your daughter and your clown of a man be doing there?

And soon enough you find it out.

“Sit still, please!” The girl begs with an eye shadow palette in one tiny hand and a huge brush in the other. “It’ll smudge if you keep turning to the mirror!”

“Just can’t wait to see how beautiful I am, princess, ‘s all~”

There, on the floor among the rows of your clothes and shelves with beauty products and accessories, none other than Sampo is sitting, willingly offering his face to your daughter’s practice of applying makeup. And gods he looks absolutely hilarious.

But that’s not what exactly concerns you.

“Is that my dress?” You point at the red shimmery thing snuggly sitting on the man in front of you and that’s when the two notice you.

“Yes, mommy!”

“Say I pulled it off, right?” With a smirk the green-eyed menace winks at you and it looks even worse with poorly done lashes. You have to stifle your laughter. “Though I must admit, we had to keep it unzipped - my chest appeared to be bigger than yours-”

And that’s when you regret not bringing slippers with you - one flying in his head would be of great help.

“Sometimes I really hate you.”

“Nuh, sweet thing, you love me!”

“Well,” you step closer, grabbing a tissue to try and fix at least the overly bright blush on his cheeks, “maybe. Maybe I actually do.”

Suddenly Sampo is tongue-tied and silent, trying very hard to fight off the stupid grin forcing its way onto his face. But with thoroughly smeared red lipstick on his mouth it looks so damn comical.

“Mom, do you think pa looks pretty?” Your daughter hopefully asks, putting aside her tools, and that little two-letter word doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you. You feel a real blush burning under your deft fingers.

“Yes, sweety, Pa-mpo looks very pretty,” his head whips in your direction like you’ve just told him to go and surrender to the Belobog’s esteemed order keepers.

“...Pa-mpo?”

“Would you prefer Da-mpo instead?” Cocking your head in question, you smirk at him, relishing in the pout he is wearing at the moment. “Or maybe Sam-pa?”

“No, thank you very much,” he huffs. “Little princess called me ‘pa’, so be nice and respect it.”

And now it is you who is surprised. You haven’t really discussed with Sampo who he was to your daughter, and who she was to him - but if he is making this step of acknowledging the matter, then who are you to spoil it? Who knows, maybe things will work out quite pleasantly in the end.

“Alright, pa, I will respect that.”

“Hey! For you I am your precious popo baby, a koskiss to your lips, the love of your-”

“Don’t even dream of it.”

Jing Yuan

Yanqing would be enough of an answer to the kid question, but it is not. Sure, his young disciple is practically a son to the General, but it doesn't mean the man doesn't want his own children.

He does and he has. On multiple occasions Jing Yuan's subordinates walked in on him with a small figure sitting in his lap or perched on his strong arm, observing what the dad's been up to with his plans and documents. You scolded your husband for this many times, but the bastard only smiles and keeps stealing his daughter to work to keep him company. Or she sneaks on her own - that caused you many almost heart attacks when she was no older than a couple of decades.

For Jing Yuan it’s all good though - he gets to spend time with his baby and have you inevitably join him in search for your adventurous child.

The General has a separate folder for all the pictures of his daughter on his phone - every single one he takes and every single one you send him when he couldn’t bring his girl to some of his meetings (yet he really tried, until you put your foot down and saved many of his subordinates from the prolonging of said meetings). Even the background, hidden from prying eyes behind the passcode of your and her birthdays, is his little one, cradled in your arms, as the two of you are watching kites flying in the sky.

Yanqing at first was set on treating her with the same respect he does his mentor and you, his wife, but you quickly put an end to it, basically turning the boy into her older brother. He didn’t mind at all - if anything he is sometimes way too eager to push the two of you to go on a date so he can babysit. Often you would return to the two fast asleep either on the girl’s bed or cuddled to Mimi with toys scattered and at least two books lying on the floor. The huge lion adores the girl - sometimes you feel like it thinks of her as its own cub, and the thick mane of hair your daughter got from her father does not help.

And it appeared to be as eager to steal your daughter from you as your husband is…

“Y/n!” You practically jump when the doors to your bedroom fly open and Jing Yuan bursts inside. Immediately you notice his disheveled state - hair down and a mess, the robe he wore this morning for comfortable work in his home office is falling off one of his shoulders and a shoe is missing from his foot.

“Aeons, Yuan, don’t scare me like that,” you put a comb down on your vanity table and fully turn to face him. “What happened?”

“Is our precious baby with you?” He steps further into the room and starts looking around frantically. Okay, now that got worrisome.

“No? You took her earlier this afternoon after lunch to play in your study while you work. Have you really forgotten that? My love, you are getting old.”

You hear clearly as he curses under his breath, raking thick fingers through his hair. The golden eyes look at you and in them you spot a flicker of anxiety.

“...Jing Yuan, don’t tell me that you managed to lose our daughter.”

“I didn’t, I swear,” he winces at the full name usage, watching you rise from your seat and quickly approach him. “She was right by my side, watching the animal videos on my phone, but then I got immersed in the latest reports from the Sky-Faring Commission and when I finished whose - she was gone!”

“Uh, want me to call your phone? Maybe she still has it.”

To that he puts a hand in the robe’s pocket and brings out his device. Oh god.

“It was lying on the floor, still playing videos.”

“Okay, deep breaths,” you are not sure if you are telling it to him or to yourself, but you too take an inhale, meanwhile busying your hands with adjusting his clothes. “Even buried in work you’d still notice if a human sneaked in, right?” He nods. “And you’d notice if she left - she would’ve warned you about that.” He nods again, lips pursed and eyes staring at one point. “Yanqing is not as skilled to come unannounced and take her, and he wouldn’t do it without your permission, so-”

“Wait,” his hand catches yours and realization flashes in his features. “Mimi came.”

“...Mimi?” Before you can ask him to elaborate, your husband turns around and rushes out of the bedroom. Concerned and a little bit intrigued, you quickly follow.

In one of the rooms of your huge house the two of you finally find the lion, and Jing Yuan almost drops on the floor in relief when his girl is spotted in the animal’s embrace. 

“Is she…sleeping?” You ask, glancing from behind his broad back.

“It appears so. Hey, Mimi,” the maned head lifts, two ambers taking in your appearances and a pleased huff is let out through the nose upon recognition.

“Well, my dear,” you pat his shoulder, shaking your head, “it appears that people were right - like the owner, like the pet. Congratulations, your lion took your habit of stealing our daughter to heart. Good luck prying her from it.”

“You say it like it’s something hard to do,” there it is, a confident smile is back on his face as he strides closer to the animal, ready to bend down and get his girl. Only for that lift of the corners of his lips to be gone when Mimi growls at him in a warning and shields your daughter’s little body with its head.

You only smirk and leave the scene to go and get your phone - there is no way you are not filming your husband dealing with the consequences of his own behavior.

[itzznana]

F1 drivers and their love languages ↷ ( grid x fem!reader )

( inclui Oscar, Charles, Carlos, Lewis, George, Max, Logan, Pierre & Yuki)

⋆˚⟡˖ Oscar Piastri 81 :: giving gifts

Oscar sempre adorou te presentear, ver seu rosto se iluminar por causa dele era a melhor gratificação que ele poderia receber.

Depois que o australiano descobriu seu amor por flores, seu apartamento constantemente se encontrava coberto de várias, de diversas cores e tamanhos, de tulipas à margaridas.

Pequenos bilhetes também fazem parte da equação. Este hábito começou quando ele percebeu que as mensagens trocadas durante o tempo longe um do outro não eram suficientes. Desde então, ele sempre deixa um bilhete colado na cabeceira, com um aviso de que saiu antes de você acordar, buscando não perturbar seu descanso, e uma curta declaração de amor que te deixaria com um radiante sorriso no rosto pelo resto do dia.

⋆˚⟡˖ Charles Leclerc 16 :: quality time and giving gifts

Charles valoriza ao máximo o tempo que passa ao seu lado. Mesmo quando esse tempo é gasto em coisas simples, como caminhadas curtas pelo bairro, manhãs preguiçosas e tentativas de cafés da manhã, que na maioria das vezes acaba resultando em um quase incêndio.

Não precisa ser nada espalhafatoso, o simples fato desses momentos serem compartilhados com você já torna tudo grandioso.

Mas é óbvio que luxo e riqueza não faltam, afinal, isso os rodeia. Você é constantemente surpreendida por colares, bolsas e vestidos da mais alta grife. Bastava um olhar para Charles te imaginar usando aquilo e então, quando ele menos percebia, já estava cheio de sacolas das mais caras lojas, ansiando pelo momento em que realmente te veria usando os presentes que ele te deu.

⋆˚⟡˖ Carlos Sainz 55 :: physical touch

Sempre que nota sua figura tensa, ele rapidamente oferece uma de suas massagens milagrosas, para te ajudar a relaxar, óbvio, mas ele estaria mentindo se dissesse que não aprecia essas sessões de massagem tanto, se não mais, que você.

Esse homem é completamente obcecado por você, não somente pelas partes físicas como também seu interior, então você não pode culpá-lo por sempre querer estar com as mãos em você.

Os braços deles em sua cintura já se tornaram algo tão natural e automático para ambos, que faz com que fosse impossível não ter uma sensação de vazio quando estão a continentes de distância. 

⋆˚⟡˖ Lewis hamilton 44 :: all

Se te perguntassem qual é a linguagem do amor de Lewis, você provavelmente se enrolaria e demoraria para responder, mas não porque não conhece seu namorado e sim porque ele demonstra seu amor por você de tantas maneiras diferentes que dificulta dizer qual se sobressai.

Este homem seria facilmente encontrado no dicionário como definição de "perfeição". Quando o assunto é ser um namorado maravilhoso, ele gabarita.

Mesmo quando foi ele a pessoa que passou dias viajando, ele fazia questão de te ajudar com as tarefas domésticas de casa, mesmo você insistindo que conseguiria fazer sozinha.

Você não consegue dormir? Ele fará tudo que estiver dentro do alcance para que você tivesse uma noite de sono tranquila, mesmo que para isso tenha que ficar acordado por alguns minutos a mais.

Simplesmente Lewis Hamilton sendo o melhor.

⋆˚⟡˖ George Russel 63 :: quality time

Caminhadas para assistir ao pôr do sol, passeios de carro ao anoitecer, pequenos momentos significativos em que vocês podem se abrir um para o outro e serem vocês mesmos, sem câmeras ou uma multidão à sua volta, são os favoritos de ambos.

Essas ocasiões são altamente apreciadas por George, puramente porque são passadas ao seu lado. A sua presença por si só torna tudo mais especial.

Você e o piloto têm muitos gostos em comum, o que foi um grande fator na aproximação de vocês em primeiro lugar, isso faz com que suas conversas durem horas sem que vocês ao menos percebam.

Muitos arriscam dizer que vocês são almas gêmeas, e talvez isso não esteja muito longe da verdade.

⋆˚⟡˖ Max Verstappen 33 :: words of affirmation and physical touch

Max adora elogiar tudo que você faz, mesmo as coisas mais mundanas, como o café da manhã. Os elogios sempre vêm acompanhados por seus doces apelidos em holandês, o que faz você derreter imediatamente.

Sempre que você vai contar sobre seu dia, o último livro que leu, algum fato interessante que você descobriu, sle prestará toda a atenção do mundo, como se a vizinha ter elogiado sua roupa fosse a coisa mais extraordinária que ele já escutou, mesmo quando é ele quem passa horas num dos carros mais rápidos do mundo.

E apesar de muitos pensarem que ele não é do tipo que gosta de toque físico, já que ele prefere manter as suas demonstrações de afeto mais privadas possíveis, quando vocês se encontram sozinhos, ele adora compartilhar diversos beijos com você.

 Sua schat. *Querida

⋆˚⟡˖ Logan Sargeant 2 :: words of affirmation and physical touch

O americano adora estar perto de você e não sente vergonha nenhuma ao ser visto "abraçado igual a um coala" em você, como Oscar costuma falar.

Toque físico e palavras de afirmação são sem sombra de dúvidas as principais linguagens do amor dele, apesar dele utilizar outras formas de demonstração de amor, essas com certeza se destacam.

Não houve um momento desde que o relacionamento de vocês começou que ele não fizesse questão de mostrar o quanto te ama e aprecia. 

Elogios e incentivos nunca faltam, esse homem é o seu maior apoiador, assim como você é para ele.

As pessoas não ficariam surpresas se de repente descobrissem uma fanpage dele dedicada a você.

⋆˚⟡˖ Pierre Gasly 10 :: quality time

Pierre ama sua companhia, só estarem no mesmo ambiente, com você dentro de seu campo de visão, era suficiente para ele.

Dias em que ele acordava primeiro eram seus favoritos, pois assim ele poderia passar quanto tempo quisesse te observando, apreciando a bela visão dos seus cílios tremulando contra suas bochechas, tão em paz que seria facilmente confundida com um anjo.

Ele não pode acreditar no quão sortudo é de ter alguém tão maravilhoso ao lado dele, alguém que, mesmo em seus piores momentos, nunca cogitou a ideia de deixá-lo.

O amor que ele tem por você é tão grande que as palavras fogem dele, mas na falta delas, dê uma olhadinha nos lindos olhos dele, que então poderá enxergar a amplitude dos sentimentos que ele nutre por você.

Os olhos não são as janelas da alma, afinal?

⋆˚⟡˖ Yuki Tsunoda 22 :: acts of service and quality time

Cozinhar é uma grande paixão do japonês e é óbvio que ele usa a culinária como forma de demonstrar o seu carinho e amor por você. 

Ele coloca o máximo de cuidado quando cozinha para você, mesmo quando são coisas mais simples como biscoitos que você comentou ter gostado. Ele faz questão de atribuir o máximo de atenção nessa tarefa para que tudo saia o mais próximo da perfeição que conseguir. Tudo para fazer sua amada namorada feliz.

Esse gesto de cuidado se torna ainda mais especial quando vocês dois se juntam na missão de preparar as receitas que ambos foram anotando durante os dias separados.

Com o tempo, foi se tornando uma rotina que serviu para fortalecer ainda mais o vínculo entre vocês.

₊˚ʚᗢ₊˚✧ﾟ.

Nana's notes :: Tentei um estilo diferente, se encontrarem algum erro, se sintam à vontade para apontar! Holandês traduzido, pois meu conhecimento sobre o idioma é nulo. Espero que gostem deste tipo de postagem porque tenho mais algumas programadas! <33

[xexyromero]

amo seus headcons!!!! Pode fazer um do cast na cama e no aftercare porfaaaaaa

wn: me empolguei tanto com seu request que separei em dois! hehehehe posto o restante amanhã <3 

meninos do cast x aftercare

fem!reader headcanon

tw: +18 (menção sobre s3xo, uso de drogas ilícitas, etc.)

enzo:

o after é um dos momentos mais especiais do mundo na visão dele, até mais do que o sexo em si - vê como uma oportunidade de reafirmar sentimentos e seguranças.

assim que o “último” goza, seja você ou ele, te agarra em um abraço quase que de urso e fica alguns minutinhos assim, só respirando, em silêncio, acalmando o corpo e te tocando.

aproveita esse momento para relaxar e jogar conversa fora, só vocês dois, abraçadinhos e peladinhos, curtindo as últimas ondas do orgasmo.

coloca uma playlist tranquila pra tocar de fundo, mas bem baixinha. o foco é te ouvir.

só te larga se você insistir que precisa fazer xixi logo ou beber água. 

agustin:

adooooora enrolar na cama depois que vocês gozam! rola de um lado pro outro, bagunça tudo mais ainda. é uma bolinha de energia mesmo que tenha gastado todas. 

gemeu até não poder mais e agora vai rir às gargalhadas. ele fica genuinamente muito feliz e compartilha essa felicidade com você. fofo!

é um pouquinho calorento, então vai preferir segurar sua mão e entrelaçar seus dedos do que abraço ou carinhos mais sufocantes.

vai se levantar pra pegar água e acender um, sim. mas vai te perguntar se você se sente a vontade antes e te oferecer um dos dois depois. 

fica super faminto e, depois de enrolar bastante, vai oferecer pra fazer um jantar simples mas super gostoso. 

fran:

provavelmente o único momento do dia que fran fica quieto. para ele, esse é um momento de calma, cuidado e silêncio. 

e silêncio, nesse contexto, não é ruim não, viu? é só que a descarga de energia entre vocês foi tão grande que ele acha que ajuda o corpo e a mente a se acalmar. 

é muito do toque físico - vai fazer uma massagem bem levinha com um óleo cheiroso e ter uma atenção especial as partes que podem ter ficado mais doloridas, tipo suas pernas. 

quebra o silêncio só para perguntar se você está querendo alguma coisa específica - seja água, chocolate, banho, qualquer coisa. é só pedir que você sabe que ele vai levar pra você.

o sorriso não sai da boca dele por nada - e um sorriso daqueles enormes. ele se sente muito bem em saber que você está muito bem.

matías:

muito, muito, muuuuiiitoooo beijo! te beija mais na boca no pós do que no durante. adora!

e os carinhos não param! no seu corpo todo e inclusive nas suas partes íntimas (mas vai ser mega cuidadoso porque sabe que você está sensível). 

fica extremamente meloso, reforça o quanto que te ama e o quanto que te acha linda. 

e, como fica um cadinho inseguro, vai perguntar se você gostou e se foi tudo bem, mesmo. naquela do “mas vem cá, você gozou mesmo?”

você não gosta e ele sabe disso, mas vai se levantar sim pra fumar cigarro pós sexo na janela mais próxima. não se preocupe que ele vai lavar a mão e escovar o dente antes de voltar a se aninhar com você. 

kuku:

o rei do aftercare! vai cuidar de você mais do que querer ser cuidado e com todo amor do mundo. 

como gosta das coisas um pouquinho mais intensas sabe que esse momento pós é necessário para você se sentir bem e amada.

deixou uma garrafinha d’água e uma toalha no quarto para te oferecer quando terminassem.

palavras de afirmação e confirmação até não poder mais! te elogia (até porque te xingou horrores, né), te eleva e repete o quanto que você é querida, amada e adorada por ele.

sim, ele vai querer te dar banho, te vestir e oferecer um jantar muito gostoso feito por ele depois. sim, esse é o jeito dele. completamente viciado em te amar. 

pipe:

aftercare é feedback! vai querer conversar sobre o momento que tiveram e entender o que você gostou ou não. e deixar você entender da perspectiva dele também. 

e vai conversar sobre tudo isso com você deitada no peito dele enquanto ele faz carinho nas suas costas. não tem outra opção.

apesar de gostar, não é muito do enrolar na cama. 

estimula muito que você faça xixi (viva a educação sexual do pipe) e tome um banho e vai insistir mais ainda que ele tem que ir junto nos dois momentos. 

pede pra você usar o pijama que mais gosta (uma blusa dele) e vai te chamar pra fazerem alguma coisa juntinhos (ver um filme ou uma série, por exemplo). 

juani:

ele não vai pegar no celular atéeeee muito depois de vocês já terem se vestido, tá? que fique claro!

fica com um pouquinho de vergonha, meio tímido, mas se esforça porque sabe o quanto que esse momento é importante. 

vai comentar sobre todos os momentos que mais gostou e querer que você fale também. mas evitando os termos mais literais - justamente pela vergonha!

trouxe um copo d’água e um chocolatinho pra vocês dividirem. 

é outro que fica com um sorriso enorme no rosto - e solta uma risadinha toda vez que te olha. é muito apaixonado.

[star-elysiam]

ლ lsdln cast x linguagem de amor: toque físico ლ

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◍ pairing: lsdln cast x fem!reader

◍ sum: como os meninos do cast expressam a linguagem do amor com toque físico

◍ w: provocação (nada exagerado), texto narrado

◍ a/n: a ideia é fazer um hc para cada linguagem do amor e como enxergo os meninos expressando cada uma delas, então com certeza vamos ter outros hc falando sobre palavras de afirmação, tempo de qualidade, presentes e atos de serviços 🫶

_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_____________________________________

Matías

Mati sempre que pode vai querer entrelaçar seus dedos com os dele;

Podem estar fazendo alguma coisa simples, como uma sessão de filmes em casa ou no cinema, quando estão na piscina ou praia, quando estão no elevador, não importa o lugar e ele vai querer te tocar;

Saíram para jantar com seus país ou amigos? Vai puxar sua mão por baixo da mesa e vai ficar segurando, fazendo um carinho nas costas da sua mão, enquanto todos conversam e esperam por seus pedidos;

Ama sair de mãos dadas com você, sem se importar com o que os outros vão falar;

Dar as mãos é também uma forma silenciosa de dizer que te ama. Ele vai pegar em sua mão, enquanto te olha profundamente e trocam um pequeno sorriso. Não precisam dizer uma palavra sequer para saber o que tem na cabeça um do outro;

Sempre que te vê ansiosa ou nervosa com alguma coisa, vai puxar sua mão para te acalmar. O mesmo acontece quando é o contrário, sempre que ele está ansioso e vocês unem as mãos, toda a ansiedade evapora do corpo dele como fumaça;

Até quando estão mais íntimos, ama quando fica por cima e segura suas mãos acima da sua cabeça entrelaçando seus dedos. Desse jeito, ele consegue observar bem seu rosto e ficar mais pertinho de você.

Simón

Acariciar? É com ele mesmo!

Ele é o típico cara que depois do relacionamento é um gato preto com os outros e um verdadeiro golden retriever com a namorada;

Sempre que pode quer sentir sua pele, fazer um carinho, ficar de chamego contigo;

Gosta quando deita a cabeça no colo dele, assim ele pode acariciar seus cabelos;

Ama ver como você fica molinha com o toque dele. Isso só faz com que ele sempre te dê um carinho na primeira oportunidade;

Uma coisa que ele sempre faz é colocar seu rosto entre suas mãos, enquanto acaricia sua pele levemente e te admira, olhando no fundo dos seus olhos e em cada detalhe do seu rosto;

Se estão sentados um ao lado do outro, ele não vai perder a chance de passar o braço por trás da sua cadeira e alisar suas costas;

Vai alisar sua coxa por debaixo da mesa, subindo aos poucos enquanto vê sua respiração ficar desregulada. Pode não chegar as vias de fato mas ama te provocar assim, mesmo que estejam em um evento cheio de pessoas e correndo o risco de serem vistos;

Fica encantado com a maciez da sua pele, é como se tivesse um ímã nas mãos dele e outro em você, que sempre puxa ele para perto de ti.

Kuku

Fazer massagem com certeza é um ato de amor para o Esteban;

Até mesmo quando está distraído conversando com alguém mas com você sentada ao lado dele, vai acariciar sua perna de um jeito tão natural e automático, que nem se dá conta do que está fazendo e continua a conversar como se não fosse nada demais;

Ama deixar a mão repousando sobre sua coxa;

Ama quando conseguem um tempinho para vocês dois, aproveitando um da companhia do outro e podem relaxar em uma banheira cheia de espuma, com várias velas aromáticas espalhadas pelo banheiro enquanto são a única iluminação do ambiente, com uma música suave ao fundo em um volume baixinho e com suas costas virada para ele, enquanto te massageia;

Ama quando você faz uma massagem nele depois de um dia estressante de filmagem mas nada se compara com ele poder te massagear. Quando te faz relaxar com o toque dele, quando te vê suspirar e se arrepiar quando "apertou" um ponto certo em você;

Adora provocar você enquanto massageia. Se está massageando suas costas nuas, vai descer os dedos de propósito para as laterais do seus seios, vai passar a mão bem devagar pela região da sua costela, só para te ver suspirar;

Se massageia os seus pés, também vai dar um beijinho no final;

Isso quando a massagem não vai subindo pela sua perna, passa pela parte interna da coxa e quando acha que ele iria te tocar lá, pula para o seu abdômen. Claro que no final, nenhum dos dois resiste as provocações.

Pardella

Te abraçar é o hobbie favorito dele;

Ama ter você entre os braços dele, deixar seu corpo tão próximo e juntinho do dele;

Ama a sensação de sentir seu corpo relaxar toda vez que ele te abraça, é como vício para ele;

Dormir agarradinho? Sempre! Para ele dormir com você nos braços dele, com a cabeça apoiada no peito dele, é a melhor forma de ter um sono tranquilo;

Ama te abraçar por trás, quando está cozinhando, quando chega em casa e te encontra;

Também não tem um pingo de vergonha em fazer isso em público, sempre e em qualquer lugar vai procurar uma chance de te puxar para um abraço;

Mesmo na frente dos amigos, em algum momento ele vai te chamar para perto dele e vai te abraçar pela cintura, para ficar coladinha nele;

Até mesmo aqueles meio abraço, puxando você para junto dele enquanto passa o braço pelo seu pescoço;

Consegue fazer tudo isso sem ser grudento demais;

Ele sabe que você ama isso nele e ele ama poder fazer isso com você, te abraçar a qualquer hora.

Enzo

Com certeza um dos toques físico favoritos do Enzo é o beijo;

Ele ama te beijar, passaria o dia te tocando assim;

Ama quando dormem juntos e ele pode te acordar com vários beijinhos do seu pescoço até o seu colo, enquanto te aperta e puxa para mais perto dele;

Sempre que te vê concentrada, gosta de ficar te admirando e não resiste em roubar um beijo;

Em qualquer momento do dia, sempre que tiver oportunidade vai te dar um beijinho. Na testa, na bochecha, no pescoço, na boca, no ombro...

Seu corpo é um templo para ele e sempre que tiver oportunidade, vai beijar cada centímetro de pele sua. Ama ver como sua pele vai se arrepiando, respondendo a cada beijo deixado;

Quando está longe de você, sempre é uma das coisas que ele mais vai reclamar por estar sentindo saudades... "Dificil esa, nena. Quería que você estivesse aqui, para te beijar todinha";

Como todas sabemos que ele não é inocente e nem bobo, ama te dar aqueles beijos intensos, dramáticos, de cinema, daqueles que ele vai te pegar desprevenida, puxar pela cintura enquanto delicadamente pressiona os grandes dedos pelo seu pescoço, fazendo um carinho entre o pescoço e a bochecha;

Ele ama mostrar o quanto te ama pelos beijos, te beijar até ficarem sem ar e quando se separam para respirar, ama a cara de derretida que fica pelo beijo surpresa, deixando ele com vontade de te beijar de novo.

[vampyan]

☾  ꕀ  𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 & 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be deleted on sight cus idc.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻

❧ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼

ellie williams ˖  abby anderson

❧ 𝓴𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓷𝓸 𝔂𝓪𝓲𝓫𝓪

kyojuro rengoku ˖  obanai iguro ˖  tengen uzui & wives ˖  shinobu kocho ˖  sanemi shinazugawa ˖  shinjuro rengoku ˖  zenitsu agatsuma ˖  inosuke hashibira ˖  tanjiro kamado ˖  genya shinazugawa ˖  muzan kibutsuji ˖  akaza ˖  gyutaro ˖  gyokko ˖  hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred)

❧ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝟑

karlach ˖  lae’zel ˖  minthara

❧ 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

vi ˖  silco ˖  sevika

❧ 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓻𝓪 【 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓹 】

scorpia ˖  catra ˖  shadow weaver / light spinner ˖  adora

❧ 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷

john doe / joker ˖  edward nygma / riddler ˖  harvey dent / two-face ˖  harley quinn

❧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵

goku ˖  vegeta ˖  broly (dbs only) ˖  frieza ˖  frost ˖  beerus ˖  android 17 ˖  android 18 ˖  zamasu ˖  goku black ˖  jiren

❧ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

mizu (blue eye samurai) ˖  sidon (loz botw & totk) ˖  john doe (visual novel) ˖  victor van dort (corpse bride)

❧ 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

coming soon!

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✓ fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

✓ dom!reader x sub!yandere!character (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

✓ fem or afab!reader for nsfw. fem or gender-neutral!reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader bc i will usually default to fem)

✓ non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

✓ polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: ellabs x reader, ellie x reader x dina, uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, scorptra x reader, catradora x reader)

✓ a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

✓ monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: werewolf!ellie, cryptid!kyojuro, eldritch horror!yandere)

✓ kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✘ sub!reader x dom!character

✘ male or amab!readers.

✘ kink no-no’s: (sexual) non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

✘ forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[jeongintwenty3]

16.25

pairing: bangchan x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of tears, sadness

author’s note: hello! how’s everyone doing? decided to write this hurt/comfort imagine of chan cause i just cannot accept the fact theres only one chan in the world. pardon for my poor grammar and mispellings if present, other than that, happy reading! <3 remember, it’s just a bad day, not a bad life; it shall pass to. my dms are open if anyone wants to talk ab anything (:

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nobody said marriage life was easy. the day you said yes, the both of you were expecting the ups and downs, the happiness and sadness.

“i’m home!” chris exclaimed as soon as he stepped into the house, one of the few places the both of you feel comfortable enough to call home.

silence from the other side, he was baffled. confused was an understatement, why isn’t his wife scrambling to his arms? you’d usually greet him in ragged breaths, as if you’ve just completed a marathon.

going up, unsettling thoughts clouded his mind. although he knew deep down it will never happen, everyone’s gotta prepare for the worst, right?

wrong.

opening the bedroom door oh so quietly, he managed to make out your figure huddled under the thick comforter. oh, you’re sleeping.

but it’s just 4 in the afternoon?

deciding to kneel so he could be at eye level with you, he froze upon the sight.

chris felt his heart shatter as the seconds passed by, this is never a sight he wants to come home to. why is his favorite person in the world crying?

you’d be lying if you didn’t notice chris entering the room; you tried to play it off by pretending to sleep. but boy, did chris see through you.

he shook you gently, not wanting to invade any further into your personal space. looking up at his pretty eyes, your tears started to well up for the 3rd time this afternoon.

“oh no,” chris started to panic. “what’s wrong babe, hmm? talk to me,” he tried to coax you into reaching out to him.

you covered your face with your 2 hands, not wanting the man that stood beside you see the woman he married.

if chris had to list the top 10 most heartbreaking sights he’s ever encountered in his life, this will be the first. never in his life, he saw you this vulnerable. you always had this strong facade; but even strong people can crumble too. they just decide to not show it.

sitting on the edge of the bed, he guided you onto his lap; he knew, his woman needed his physical affection to ground her.

while patting your head with a few kisses to your temple peppered here and there, he tried to keep his guard up; as much as he wants to cry too, he needs to be strong for his one and only. silently praying the pain in her heart will subside soon, he continued his loving acts.

“deep breaths baby, you can do it,” chris whispered, ensuring the person cradled in his arms is still getting sufficient oxygen. “i’m here now okay? you can rely on me, you can talk about it, you have me,” chris continued, not wanting to aggravate any painful memories.

“i- i’m sorry,” you managed to blurt out while trying to keep your shit together. you knew he was exhausted, visible from the eyebags and the way his shoulders sag. “i know you’re tired, i’m sorry you had to come home to whatever this is,” you continued. “i’ll be better.”

chris wanted to explode; who the hell made his wife feel like this? she’s everything he’s ever dreamt of; kind-hearted, a little clumsy, very dreamy, independent, smart, adora-

his train of thoughts were cut short when he hears your crying started to worsen.

“no,” chris said firmly while still holding your frame. “you, my love, are the definition of an angel. now, before your thoughts get the best of you, let me explain.”

hearing no response from his woman, he let out a small okay, to make sure you were fine with whatever he said and will say — which you were.

“who isn’t tired? we all have our own problems, some we can fight alone, some we need others to help. whatever you’re thinking now, it’s all the exact opposite of what i think of you. you’re perfect, and before you start with your nobody is perfect speech, to me, you are perfect. heck, i often ponder to myself, what did i do in my past life to deserve such a woman?”

responding to what he said, you simply held him tighter and buried your face in his neck. now only hearing sniffles, chris felt relieved you’ve calmed down.

chris had to get to the bottom of this — “is there something you want to tell me?”

after a good 2 minutes, you lifted your face so you could stare into his face and man, nothing ever prepared chris for what his love was about to say next.

“this morning, i went to my pilates class as usual. there were these group of women, i don’t know them at all since they’re new,” you paused, needing a breathe because you felt your throat closing up again.

with a nudge to your side and a kiss to your forehead, chris encouraged you to continue.

“i heard them talking about how they were able to travel around the world with their partners, having the time of their lives, while i’m rarely at home for lengthy times due to work. it’s not that i want to stay away from you, if i could choose i swear i’d choose spending time with you over anything else in the world. i’m sorry, i’ll be home longer, i’ll make you happier.”

a single tear rolled down your cheek, and at the speed of lightning, chris managed to kiss it away.

looking into her eyes with so much adoration one can ever have, chris replied, “you’re enough for me, baby. we have holidays where we can spend time with each other 24/7 and we communicate with each other pretty well. you make me the happiest man alive and don’t change yourself; you’re perfect just the way you are. i understand your feelings, but please don’t ever underestimate yourself, you’re literally my favorite person in the world and i don’t like the person i love the most get hurt because of her thoughts, okay?”

resorting to a nod to respond to his answer, chris felt his heart swell looking at his wife. someone so selfless, she even let her thoughts get the best of her.

“like we agreed, let’s talk about whatever’s bothering each other yeah? no secrets between us, i know you trust me as much as i trust you,” chris concluded, not wanting another wave of sadness wash over his beloved.

“i love you, chris,” you whispered as to not ruin the comfortable atmosphere blanketing the room.

“i love you most, my beautiful wife,” chris replied, with a kiss to your forehead, cheeks, nose and lips.

nobody said marriage life was easy. but one thing you learned was, it’s always the two of you versus the problem, and with the right person, marriage life can feel comforting, like hot chocolate on a snowy day. with chris, you always felt at home.

[fr4nkie0stein]

Catra x force captain reader

force reader was kind of treated like Catra with Shadow Weaver. Although Shadow Weaver just hated the reader. Catra is kind of confused when she hears how badly reader was treated.

Like, what? You somehow have more trauma then me?

Reader just has lots of scars on her arms and back because of how much Shadow Weaver beat her

You dont have to do this if your not comfortable! Have a nice day :]

No worries, I feel completely comfortable with writing something like this! You have a nice day too ♡♡

Hurt

Pairing: Catra x fem force captain reader

Summary: you and Catra bond over the horrible ways Shadow Weaver treated you both

Content warning(s): childhood trauma, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, talk of scars from said abuse, please don't read if this will trigger you in any way

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Ever since you were young, Shadow Weaver used and treated you like her own personal punching bag. Whether she was upset over a defeat for the Horde, struggling with her powers, or having to deal with Hordak's criticism, she always turned to you to be the one she could take it out on.

Although it happened for so long, you never told anyone about your abuse. You weren't really close with anybody in the Horde, and you also didn't see the point in it. I mean, it's not like anybody could do much to help.

As a force captain, you often met up with the other force captains to train together. That's where you first met Adora when she used to belong to the Horde, and that's also where you met Catra.

You'd heard a lot about her from the short time Adora had been a force captain, but she was much more intimidating than you expected her to be. You would soon find she was also just as fragile.

The two of you trained together often, but you didn't usually change together in the locker rooms because you didn't know each other that well. One day while you were changing shirts, Catra walked in and saw some of the scars you had on your back from Shadow Weaver's beatings.

"Woah, what happened to you?" She blurted out, not really one who cared for others feelings all that much. "Was it one of the princesses that did it?"

You sighed, knowing she was bound to find out sooner or later. As lying would only make things worse, you stuck with telling the truth. "Uh, no. They were from Shadow Weaver."

Catra's ears immediately flattened back against her head at the mention of her mentor's name. "Shadow Weaver did that to you? But... Why?"

Shrugging, you put your dirty clothes back in your locker and shut it. "Dunno. I guess she figured it'd be easiest to take her rage out on a little kid who couldn't fight back." You leaned up against the locker, shoving your hands in your pockets. "She doesn't do it anymore, though. I think ever since I became a force captain she sort of became scared of me."

Catra scoffed, rolling her eyes some. "Wow, you made Shadow Weaver of all people scared of you? I must admit, that's pretty impressive." She crossed her arms, her gaze falling to the floor before she spoke up again in a much smaller voice. "She hurt me, too. It was mostly verbal, but it didn't hurt any less."

You nodded at her words, your eyes softening as you watched her. "Yeah, I get that." It's quiet for a moment before you suddenly say, "Hey, do you wanna... I don't know, maybe hang out some? Maybe we can talk about some plans for our next attack against Bright Moon."

The corners of her lips quirked upwards as she looked back up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yeah, I've got nothing else going on. And you know what, maybe one day the two of us will be in charge, and we can get rid of Shadow Weaver for once and for good."

You smiled back as you walked with her towards the locker room door. "Yeah, maybe."

Fin ××

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[stat1cstarz]

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Vincent Sinclair x Fem!Reader ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Warnings:Smut,P in V,oral,Vincent keeps his mask on, because I have a mask kink,Reader is shorter than Vincent, but no height or body type is mentioned, reader has female genitalia

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Des:You take one of Vincent’s sweater, and try to refurbish it, but it doesn’t go as you expected…

Both you and Vincent loved his sweaters, they all looked the exact same, but some were newer than others. But they were the only shirts he wore, and you loved using them as well, either to sleep in, or to use as a heater, since they were always warm. His heat would regularly etch into the fabric of the clothes, no matter how many times you washed them. But due to your love for Vincent’s sweaters, you used your knitting skills, and made something out of it.

You did all the planning behind your lovers back, not knowing what he’d do if he found out that you damaged his favorite garment. You grabbed one of his pencils, etching an idea onto some paper, his sweater wasn’t to big on you, it was slightly baggy and reached your upper thigh. Perfect to turn into a two piece, a mini skirt and matching sweater, maybe you could put fishnet into some of the rips.

It was about a week later until you got to the knitting process, a few specks of blood decorated your skin, from pricking yourself with the sharp tip of the needle. And a few loose strings vined off the sweater, as well as a few shreds in the already old and delicate fabric. But it was finally finished, you checked the elastic first, before you thought about trying it on.

Once the garment seemed wearable, you went to try it on, you didn’t wanna change in the basement, just in case Vincent came back, and you knew he’d B line for the basement. He was on his weakly run with Bo, collecting body’s and cars of the people that ran upon the town and made the dumb choice to stay. Luckily for you, it took a while to get it done, it made it easier with two trucks, but their was still a lot to do.

You picked up the two piece, checking if the coast was clear, knowing that it was, you continued up the stairs. You pushed open the door, and locked it. You didn’t want Bo or Lester seeing you half naked, and you didn’t wanna deal with the wrath of your dangerous lover. You slipped off your t shirt and shorts, you didn’t have a bra on underneath, and you didn’t bring one either. But you were sure that the sweater would hide the goods from any peeping eyes, you slipped on the top first, it fit perfectly.

It was slightly loose around your chest, so it wasn’t suffocating you, but it wasn’t loose enough to make you appear frumpy. You were very proud of your work, next came the skirt, it was sexy yet adorable at the same time. It was high waisted and ended near your upper thigh, and the light color made your skin pop, and the tightness showed off the swell of thighs and ass. You almost wanted to show it to Vincent, maybe if he saw the end result, he wouldn’t care about the death of his clothing.

And by the time you made up your mind, you heard the door slam, one of them was home. You hoped it was both of them or just Vincent preferably. You unlocked the door to the bathroom, and quietly walked downstairs, you saw Vincent make his way to the basement, just as you thought. He didn’t seem to notice you, but that made the surprise much better. You made your way down to his workshop, stopping at the peak of the stairs.

You looked down at him, he had his coat off, only in his sweater,apron,overalls,boots,and satchel. He was currently fixing up the bloody wounds on a recent trespasser. You snuck down to him, walking up behind your lover, and tapping his shoulder. He slightly jumped, until he turned around, and noticed you. He almost didn’t notice that his sweater had been cut, he just thought it you were wearing the full peace.

You backed up slightly wanting to give him a full view, causing his face to flush, not in anger, but in adoration. You giggled at him, you’d been with this man for a while yet you can still get him nervous from the simplest things. It was quite amusing to you, being able to fluster a mammoth that kills people fora living, it was almost empowering to you.

“Hey baby, you’re not mad are you” you said softly, getting a bit closer and twirling his dark strands in between your fingers. He got undeniably hard. “I understand if you’re upset, and I can get rid of it if you want.” If he could speak,he would tell you that was the last thing he wanted. But due to his hatred of speaking, he could only use sign language for the time being.

‘No, keep it’ he signed fluidly.

He stuck his strong yet lanky arms out to you, sinking them around your lower half and tapping your right ass cheek. You jumped up, locking your legs around his hips, and wrapping your arms round his neck. He instinctively brought you over to his work bench that sat in the corner of his basement.

“I guess you like it?” You asked him, innocently.

He didn’t give a direct answer, but what you got was definitely better, he slipped his tongue in between your plump lips, groaning into your mouth. He slipped both hands under your top, getting ready to unclip your bra, until he felt two of your pebbled nipples grace his waxy fingers. He felt his tip leak pre cum just from it, he than lifted up your shirt, twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

He lifted up his waxy veil, revealing his scared mouth, and wrapping it around your sensitive buds. He sucked on them viciously, as his hands snaked down south and massaged your upper thigh. He gently nibbled at your puffy nipples until they were red and sore. And he didn’t stop until your breast were covered in his saliva, and once your swoll breast were soaked, he pulled up his computer chair. He sat directly in front of you, grabbing your waist and pulling you near him.

“Vincent” you said, as a fresh coat of arousal sheeted your pussy.

He slipped up your mini skirt, noticing the wet patch, he snuck his head closer to the patch, inhaling your musky scent. His favorite scent of yours, it almost rivaled with the perfume you wore everyday. ‘Fucking love you so much, how did I get so lucky’ he signed at you, as he slipped off your panties, letting it fall down the length of your legs.

His lips immediately connected to your lips, causing you to moan out loudly for him, as his blue eye stared up at your lewd face. Your name came out of your lips in a breathy and needy tempo, he then grabbed both of your hands, allowing you to place them in his mane. You tugged at the tangled strands, feeling some wax bump your fingers. “Fuck- Vince” .

He could tell how close you were, by how your hole was clenching around nothing, and how you were clutching his head in between your thighs. He added two of his fingers into the mix, roughly playing with your sensitive little nub, rubbing the nerves around in his fingers. Your salty release coated his chin and stubble, he quickly pulled away from you, licking off whatever he could reach, using his finger to scoop up the rest and lick it off his digits. ‘So sweet’ he said, almost groaning at the taste that he had grown to love.

He than picked you up, repositioning you across the desk, bending you over it. He got on his knees behind you, he was almost edging himself at this point. He admired your perfect shaped ass, kneeding the plump flesh. He gave some delicate kisses and nibbles onto the swelled flesh, watching it turn a shade of red from his adoration. Your release and his slobber coated it, making him feel a certain way about it, making him way harder, if that was possible.

He worked at his clothing, ridding himself of his apron and his overalls, dropping it to his knees. His cock was desperately trying to free itself from the confines of his boxers. He slipped himself out from the hole pocket in the front. He was to lazy to drop them as well, so the slit would have to work. “Vincent, need it please” you said, backing yourself up against him and trying to get him inside you.

He only kissed your head, before rutting against your hole, than sinking himself inside you. He watched your tightness swallow his girth as you moaned loudly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, before aiming right for your neck. He slowly humped you, his balls snug against your ass, as he attacked your neck. He quickened his pace, somehow driving himself deeper into your warmth. Your walls massaged his girth as his name left your mouth.

You heard the door slam shut once more, so he quickly put one of his hands over your mouth, as his teeth nibbled at the delicate cartilage of your ear, allowing you to hear all his groans and growls. He felt his orgasm bubble up inside him, but he wanted you to release before he did. He aimed right for your abused clit, vigorously rubbing it and rolling it in between the tips of his fingers.

You quickly released, letting your cum dribble down his fingers and your inner thigh, after a few more pumps he released deep inside you. He pulled out directly after, dropping his knees once more, holding you by the hips to make sure you didn’t move. He watched as your releases dripped down between your thighs, and smirked to himself. He only dressed himself, but left you in just the garment you made, not wanting you to ruin your panties.

He picked you up bridal style, laying you on the cot and than placing your head on his chest, allowing you to cuddle up to him as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear.

[1vywr1tes]

Hi hello, it's good to see you're back and I hope you're doin well ! I was wondering if you could write a poly relationship between Catradora and the fem!reader who loves ceramics/pottery? Like, the reader often makes cute mugs, teacups and teapots, ceramic ornaments, etc, while Adora and Catra watch as she makes them and also the two of them try to make some pottery themselves from watching the reader do it? Thank you so much. :))

(Hihi! I'm doing well,I'm glad to be back and writing for She ra! And of course,that idea sounds so cutee!! If I wrote anything wrong about it tell me:3

Pottery date

Catradora x reader

Romantic

Female reader

Fluff

As the pottery machine turned,you stood in your studio working,fingers shaping out a cat shaped mug for one of your girlfriends Catra. You hummed softly,not hearing your studio bell ring as someone entered the door. "Hey cutie~" catra leaned on the counter with paint on it,while adora stood somewhere to not knock anything over. You turned your head,cheeks heating up "darlings!" You smile,turning your attention back to the pottery you were making to not mess it up. Catra and Adora walk to edge of the table to not disturb you,they watched your fingers work on the clay,softly and carefully shaping the tail of the cat. "Whatcha making?" Adora asked with curiosity.

"A cat mug!" You glance at catra,and her ears perk up,"why are you looking at me?" She blushed,her tail fuzzing up. Adora laughed "she's saying it's for you,kitty!" She smiled at catra. You giggled at catra,keeping an eye on your work "andd almost doneee! Oh would you two like to do some? Pleasee,it'll be fun I promissee" you beg as you motioned with magic to the two other pottery machines,catra blinked "do I have too?" She groaned out,adora gave a glare at her,a playful one "come in kitty,let's do it," she looked at your begging face, and sighed "fine. Let's give it a try!.." you smiled brightly at them. "Yayy!! I love you two so muchh!" You put the pottery on your shelf to dry. "I'll help you two! Adora can you pull your sleeves up? I don't want to get clay on your jacket," you told them,turning off your pottery machine and going to the table with the other two.

Your girlfriends went over,and you explained what to do,admiring them and watching them while you teach them "oh you two are doing so good!~" you compliment,making the two blushed "haha.. oh thanks.." adora replies,and catra just blushes not giving a reply. The dried clay on your hands chipped off slightly as you taught them,giving them tips as they slowly warmed up to the process. Adora making a small plate and Catra making a cup that went along with it. They were a little janky but it was their first ones. You set them on the shelves to dry,"now we wash our hands!" You went over to the sink,letting Catra and Adora wash their hands first,then you did. Catras tailed wrapped around your waist and you hugged her,adora hugging behind you.

"So... was this technically a date?" You ask,face still pink,with a small chuckle. Catra thinks for a minute,"yeah.. basically." Adora kissed your hair. "Hey,it was my turn to kiss her!" Catra poked adoras forehead "I'm sorry I had too,your just to cuteee,today was amazing,you have to admit kitty." Catra nodded "I actually kind like it. Besides the clay drying on your fingers part. Eugh."

[sheraandtheprincessofpower]

I Fucking Hate You

Yandere! Catra x Fem! Reader Tw: NSFW, Hate-sex, Dubious-Consent, She pretends you're Adora, Fem! Reader, Lesbian sex, Name calling, Dry humping, Blackmailing, Porn w/ Plot 🔞18+ Content due to dark and adult themes. Read at your own risk

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

You watched as Catra aimed to claw Scorpia's face. Luckily she back away just in time. You looked around, trying to see if anyone would stand up to Catra, but everyone was avoiding looking at them.

"You can't treat her like that!"

Catra looked towards all the cadets, "Who said that." She pointed a finger towards you all.

They all took a step back, leaving you at the front line. "Backstabbing snitches," You groan under your breath.

"What do you know about being Force Captain?" She asks, walking closer to you.

"I know how to treat my teammates. No wonder Adora left."

You knew the moment those words left your mouth you were a dead woman. Lonnie was about to speak up, but Catra raised her hand. "Everyone leave."

"But-"

Catra whips around towards Scorpia, "LEAVE NOW! ALL OF YOU." You were about to turn around, but Catra points towards you, "Expect you... Y/n, right?"

"What does it matter?"

She didn't speak until the last cadet left the room. But, not before Scorpia looked back, giving you a look of sympathy.

"You stepped out of line, Soldier."

"I sure did. And I would do it again. You were out of line-"

Her laugh interrupts you. She gestures to the room, "Do you know where we are, Y/n?"

"The Horde?"

"Hell. We are in Hell. This isn't Princess land, you've got to look out for yourself."

"That's a terrible thing to say, Catra."

"Well, it's true and that's why I'm Force Captain and you're just a Soldier."

"Yeah, but you're also willing to step on anyone that gets in your way."

"Maybe you should be more like me."

"I'd rather be dead."

"Well, if you ever," She steps closer to you, causing you to step back, "Try standing up to me again, I will give you death." She retracts her claws, bringing them close to your face.

You gulp, tilting your head up.

"Don't ever cross me again."

----

For the past two months, since the incident, Catra had decided to keep you close. She didn't need anyone thinking they could act like you and step up to her. If they saw that she kept you in line, they'd learn there are consequences.

She had you on cleaning duties, but she was always present when you did it. She said it was to make sure you did it right, but you think she has a sick twisted pleasure in watching people suffer.

You snarled, scrubbing at the walls of the cafeteria. Catra sat at one of the tables, her feet propped up on the table. She leaned on her hand and you looked up at her frustrated.

"Can I stop now? I've been doing this for 5 hours."

"I haven't broken a sweat."

"I hate you."

"I'll live. Besides I don't care."

You roll your eyes and continue to scrub. Catra gets up from her seat, stretching out her back. She sighs, before kneeing to your level, "Come with me."

"Where?"

"You ask to many questions. Come," She uses the 'Come here' motion.

You begrudgingly and reluctantly follow behind her. She took you down familiar paths and doors, before leading you to Cadet Rooms. You hadn't been in these rooms in ages.

"Lay down," She gestures to the bed that you assumed was once hers and Adora's.

You awkwardly lay on the uncomfortable bed, struggling to fit inside the small compartment. She laughed at your struggle and you glare at her. She jumps on you, practically sitting on your bladder, just like a fucking cat.

"God, Catra, can you move?"

She rolls her eyes, but moves her legs and scoots up your chest. She puts her pointer finger on your forehead, lightly pushing you back.

"Why don't you just lay down, Y/n?"

"This isn't a very comfortable bed, Catra."

"Nothing's comfortable in the Horde. Now shut up," She shoves you down, hard.

You groan when feeling the hard concrete-like beds slam into your back. God, you were now realizing why you had back problems. She slowly rubbed herself on you, confusing you.

You were going to question what the FUCK she was doing, but you heard her whimper the name 'Adora' and you made a face of realization. You tried pushing against her, but she quickly grabbed your hands.

"If you let me do this, you'll never have to clean the food court again."

You spread your legs and pulled back your hands, "So what are we doing?"

"WE're not doing anything. You're going to shut up and I'm going to do what I want," She gets off you, before grabbing something from a cabinet.

You were scared, but it was just a cadet's headset. You were confused, but she put it on you and your vision was obscured. You could no longer see Catra, but you could feel her rubbing against you.

"You're such a bitch," You could feel her hands grip your throat. You reached for her, trying to stop her, "I don't know why you left. Why you think those stupid princesses are better than me."

You could feel your face redden at the buzzing sound of Catra's voice. Where these helmets always bad at taking in sound? Huh, maybe you had a hearing problem? You could feel the removal of your pants and you froze.

"Um Catra-"

"Shut up, Adora."

You could feel her sharp claws get threateningly close to your neck. She slowly thrusted into you back and forth. The only thing you could hear was her light moans of Adora's name and 'Yes! Mmmm, yeah! Ahhh.' Man, you wish you were on whatever the hell she was on.

You then felt something wet run across your cervix. The claws you were terrified of, but would never admit due to your pride, were circling around your clit, pressing into it. You could feel her stick her tongue down your vagina, and squish your gummy walls.

Catra could feel your gummy walls squeeze and flush against her sharp tongue. Your body shivers as you feel her little spines roughly groom your insides. She licked up your opening, making sure you're soaked.

There was a long drown of silence and you thought it was over. That was until you felt Catra grab one of your thighs and lifting it up. She pushed her pussy into your, causing you to loudly moan.

She heard you, causing her to smirk to herself, "Aww, look at you, enjoying it?"

She wasn't actually asking, it was just teasing. She continued to thrust into you, her moans echoing in your ears.

"Adora... Adora... ADORA!" She moaned loudly, before everything slows down.

You can hear her get off the bed and what sounds like her putting on clothes.

"If you ever tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."

You nodded your head, totally on board with keeping this between you both. And then you heard the door shut. You went to move your hands, but you quickly realized you were immobilized.

Oh god, did that bitch tie you up?

[sokkadora]

『 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦 』

➢ 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 [ sokka x fem!reader, series, discontinued ]

➢ 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 [ sokka x fem!reader, series, discontinued ]

➢ 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 [ hiro hamada x reader, indefinite hiatus ]

➢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [ ellie williams x fem!reader, series, discontinued ]

➢ 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 [ adora x fem!reader, series, finished ]

[trindad2k]

Enforcando

Rio Vidal x Fem!Reader

Gatilhos: Enforcamento (é feito na intenção de machucar, mas a Rio adora), Invasão, Facas.

● Esse post é apenas o começo de um capítulo que eu vou postar em breve lá no wattpad!

Você deitava calmamente em seu sofá quando sentiu um metal frio sendo pressionado em sua garganta. Não foi preciso abrir seus olhos para saber de quem se tratava, o aroma da morte era inconfundível. Seus olhos se abrem te dando a visão do traje preto de Rio, por um momento você suspira de alívio ao ver que não era alguém desconhecido invadindo a sua casa, era uma ceifadora de almas.

Mas veja pelo lado bom, pelo menos você a conhecia.

Em um movimento rápido você a empurra contra o chão da sala, enquanto uma de suas mãos enforcava a garganta da mulher a outra procurava a adaga preta que tinha caído com o impacto. A sua vontade era de ignorar a presença dela e voltar a dormir, porém sua vida estava muito calma ultimamente e você acreditava que brigar com a personificação da morte seria um bom jeito de animar seu dia.

Seus dedos apertavam a garganta de Rio, que sorria como se aquele fosse o momento mais feliz da vida dela. Aquela mulher conseguia ser estranha até nos momentos mais improváveis, e isso te deixava ainda mais atraída. Você sabia que ela tinha a capacidade de te empurrar para longe, mas ela parecia não querer fazer isso, te machucar não estava nos planos da mulher quando ela invadiu sua casa, ela possuía coisas muito mais interessantes em mente. — Você ama isso, não é? — Ela permanece sorrindo em resposta, o ar preso em sua garganta não permitia que ela fosse capaz de formular uma frase. Os olhos dela começam a marejar, algumas veias saltam sobre a pele de Rio e te fazem soltar o pescoço da mulher, que começa a tossir e buscar desesperadamente por ar. Você aponta a adaga preta na direção de seu rosto, com medo de um possível ataque, e observa ela rir com dificuldade enquanto passa a mão na região que estava sendo apertada, notando a marca de seus dedos ser acompanhada por diversas manchas vermelhas. — Por que você parou? — A bruxa diz calmamente. Você tentava ao máximo manter sua postura ameaçadora, mas a forma que ela reagia a toda aquela situação te desestabilizava fortemente. Rio estava se divertindo com tudo aquilo, saber que mesmo depois de tanto tempo você permanecia com o mesmo temperamento irritado, controlador, procurando dominância em todas as situações, mesmo que para isso tivesse que enfrentar a própria morte. Para a sua sorte, a morte estava ao seu favor, mas ela não deixaria que você controlasse tudo dessa vez. Basta um piscar de olhos para que ela troque suas posições, chocando suas costas contra o chão frio da sala enquanto se ajeita em cima do seu corpo. É nesse momento que você se arrepende de não ter continuado em seu sofá quando a viu. — Minha vez. — Ela sussurra, o sorriso vitorioso não saía de seu rosto. Você estava fodida. Literalmente.

A/N: Comentem se tiverem ideias pra one-shots com o coven, eu tô MUITO obcecada com essa série. Vocês não tem noção.

[xexyromero]

Xexy, eu te imploro, faz um headcanon dos meninos como pai de menina 🙏🙏

wn: talvez eu morra

meninos do cast x pai de menina

fem!reader headcanon

tw: muito fofo cuidado

enzo:

primeira coisa que fez quando descobriu que ia ser pai foi colocar aquelas cadeirinhas de bebê na traseira da bike. quando descobriu que era menina, colocou uns adesivos de girl power e you go girl.

inclusive, é super contra essa coisa estereotipada de menina rosa com bonecas e exigiu que o enxoval fosse bem neutro, com bichinhos, e procurou uma educação mais livre.

é pai estilo montesori com o quarto todo adaptado.

faz de tudo pra ser o pai mais presente do mundo, mas, como o trabalho exige que ele viaje muito e fique um pouco ausente, deixa mimos e presentinhos escondidos pela casa antes de ir - pra filha ir achando um todo dia, se fazendo presente.

gosta de assistir filme e desenho com a neném, mas prefere atividades ao ar livre. isso não impede que ele saiba todos os nomes dos amigos da hello kitty. ou saber recitar todo o pequena seria de trás pra frente só pra ver a filha sorrir.

agustín:

é o maior bobo de todos os tempos: guarda cada coisinha que a filha o presenteia, inclusive flores secas e desenhos indecifráveis.

chora na apresentação de dia dos pais da escola com o sorriso mais bobo do mundo. todo ano. e vai chorar quando for mostrar o vídeo da apresentação pra outras pessoas.

tem uma tatuagem com a inicial da neném, tamanho do pezinho e da primeira vez que ela escreveu te amo pra ele.

apesar de ter sim um caminho mais estereotipado, com bonecas e lacinhos e vestidinhos, ele apoia muito a liberdade da filha e deixa ela sempre à vontade pra se expressar como quiser.

é daqueles pais que dá muito apoio a tudo que a filha se propõe a fazer: vai levar pras aulas de dança, de skate, de bateria, de piano, de qualquer coisa. e vai achar ela a melhor da turma, sempre.

fran:

é o pai mais carinhoso do mundo - se não está abraçando a menina, está com ela no braço. enche de beijinho, abraço, eu te amos e você é linda.

gosta de fazer penteados até na época que o cabelo é super duper ralinho.

inclusive, é daqueles que compra roupas fashion pra bebê e criança. a menina é um luxo, anda sempre o mais atualizada e antenada com as tendências possíveis. param a rua. ainda mais quando eles resolvem sair combinando.

convidado número um e vip dos chás da tarde e brincadeiras de boneca. e ele entra na brincadeira mesmo, viu? cria personagem com história e tudo.

adora fazer a hora da dança.

matías:

quase caiu pra trás quando descobriu que ia ser pai? sim. mas assumiu desde o primeiro momento e chorou um pouquinho quando descobriu que ia ser menina.

tem a mesma idade mental da filha, então se dão super bem.

isso significa que ele também birra quando ela desobedece ou faz algo que ele não gosta. é muito engraçado.

deixa ela rabiscar ele todinho, encher de adesivo, cortar cabelo com tesoura e maquiar ele com aquelas maquiagens de criança. os dois adoram.

bebê quer? papai dá. faz todas as vontades e todos os quereres. mas tenta explicar que faz porque quer e pode, porque ela é uma menina educada ou porque fez algo de bom. ele mima, mas tenta evitar que ela se torne mimada.

kuku:

é aquele estilo de pai que, caso a filha comente que gosta de maçã, aparece no dia seguinte com 20 maçãs de baixo do braço com a maior naturalidade possível.

é apaixonado pela filha. cheio de fotos dela no celular, na geladeira, em porta retratos. mostra inclusive pra estranhos quando tem oportunidade.

primeiro da fila de todas as apresentações que ela resolva fazer na vida. e o primeiro a aplaudir de pé.

são super grudadinhos e ela sempre corre pros braços dele quando se sente mal, doente ou ameaçada. é um grude só.

adoram assistir filme juntos e toda sexta-feira é dia de cinema em casa.

pipe:

pai de menina daqueles que sai na rua usando blusa escrito pai de menina com a menina em questão nos braços.

leu e releu oitenta vezes vários livros sobre os cuidados e particularidades de ser pai de menina.

inclusive, sabia mais sobre menstruação que a própria mãe no sentido técnico da coisa.

chora se ela se machuca ou se é machucada. é horrível quando ela tem que fazer exame porque pipe não se aguenta de tanto chorar, atrapalhando todo mundo no processo.

fez uma mini cozinha pra ele e sua mini querida cozinharem omeletes e pratos simples juntos. deixa ela ter a maior autonomia possível.