#at most i would've wanted like a tender kiss on the cheek before they have to leave him behind and that's it

[clownmovieyaoi]

honestly don't get the appeal in wanting a canon reddie kiss. i personally think it's more fun that eddie just straight up Dies and then we have to deal with the beautiful misery that is the kissing bridge carving scene. like there's so much more potential interpretation to richie's ending there and i find that more enjoyable. idk. also gay guy crying or whatever

[suksatoru]

𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒶𝓃.

╰┈➤ sukuna! x reader! ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; you ask sukuna for a hug. fortunately, he tolerates you enough to grant the wish.

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, sukuna being absolutely whipped for you! ˊˎ

His palace was huge - but there was one room that made you feel most at home. His chambers were more secluded than one would expect - the dark room had a balcony overlooking the plentiful garden outside, and the walls were hues of dark colors swirling together like a paint brush put in water. It was one of your favorite places to be.

He sat at the edge of the bed, eyes furrowed together in annoyance as he read over the latest list of complaints for him. His role as a king could be stressful at times - and you always know when he's had a particularly bad day by the fierce gleam in his eyes.

"Suk's, your bed is too small." You sigh, flopping down onto the massive mattress as he merely scoffed at your words

The bed in question was actually the biggest bed you'd every slept it. Large blankets were splayed over a few throw pillows (the pink one's were yours - Sukuna would always throw them across the room due to his distaste for the bright color)

"I should be surprised. But I've heard you say things even more absurd than that, pet." He grumbled, the paper that once rested in his hands ignited into flames as he tossed it away.

His back was facing you from where you sat - you could see how tense the muscles were through his robes and you sighed, pressing your cheek against the heart pillow

"I got a question for you, Suk's!" You singsonged, crawling towards him as he turned around with a scowl, obviously still very ticked off and tired

"What? If you ask me for a kiss I will bite your head off." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest whilst his eyes practically dared you to say the request

Rolling your eyes, you settle beside him with a cheeky smile as you lean towards him

"I want a hug."

You watched his frown falter as he mumbled something about you being too needy

"Can't believe what I'm forced to put up with." He muttered. You know he was trying to scare you with the way he narrowed his eyes at you, but you saw the tiniest bit of softness in his red hues

"Is that a no?" You huffed as he groaned, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around you. He did not verbalize his feelings often - but by the way he held you against him, you could tell he needed to be held by your tender hands

He loved the way your delicate fingers would always find the nape of his neck, gliding over his skin before they reached his pink hair, your fingers giving him a gentle massage that had him dropping his head onto your shoulder with a sigh

He held you for a while, his hands on your waist as he mindlessly traced his fingers on the small of your back. He let his mind go blank for just a while - allowing himself to be vulnerable in your presence as you soothed him

He hated admitting how much he'd miss you throughout the day. He'd pretend to be disgusted whenever you proclaimed your undying love for him, but he'd always be turning his face away from your cheerful laugh so you wouldn't be able to see his tinted cheeks

"I have duties to do, and I'm forced to sit here and deal with your needs. Pathetic." He mumbled into your skin as you gently smacked his arm, earning a look of absolute disbelief from him. If anyone else had touched him like that - they would've been sliced in half before they could even blink. But he remained quiet as you began talking

"If I am so pathetic, than why do you indulge in my needs? Unless you truly want to?" You question as he looks at you silently, taking in your appearance. You wore your hair pulled back today - your heart shaped face and plump lips catching his eyes as he sends you a look of disinterest

"Your mind is something else entirely. Though no where near the audacity you hold." He snapped, shutting you up quickly as he presses a quick kiss onto your lips - his mouth catching onto yours as he gently pinched your cheek - earning a yelp from you as you pulled yourself off of him

"Get away!" You laugh as he easily grabs onto your legs, pulling you back with a crazed grin

"Can't escape me that easily." He said, gently rubbing his finger over your cheek - the area under your eye a shade of light pink from where he gently held the skin

"I love you Suk." You confess, a cheerful smile on your face as he scoffs

"You are out of your mind if you think you can love me." He says, watching your lips form a pout

"But I do. So much." You coo, and he can't even stop his hands from moving to cradle your face

"Insane. You're an idiot." He mumbled, his thumb brushing over your face as smile

"I am your idiot." You reply with a lovesick smile

"Yes, you are." He says, his once cold heart fluttering at the sight of your innocent smile as he sends you a wicked grin.

[suiana]

✎ yandere! criminal who is helplessly in love with you, devoting his life to you and keeping your affections solely on him, and him only.

✎ yandere! criminal who can't help but flirt with you despite being so beaten up. i mean you're just so cute! why wouldn't he flirt?

✎ yandere! criminal who always reminds you that he has the upperhand no matter what his condition is like. he likes playing dirty.

✎ yandere! criminal who commits even more crimes after seeing you talk with someone who isn't him. doctor, you just never learn, do you?

"remember doctor, you may be smarter, but i always have the upperhand."

the criminal mutters, smirking as he leans into your touch. you merely click your tongue, grimacing at the his antics before going back to tending to his injuries.

you were his doctor, illegally caring for one of the most wanted criminals in the country simply because he was once your childhood friend. you knew it was wrong, you knew you should have rejected him the second he came stumbling to your apartment one day with a bloody wound.

but you didn't. you took him in and treated his injury, nursed him back to health and even offered your place as refuge if he ever needed medical attention again.

unfortunately, you failed to realise that the man was crazy in love with you, infatuated to such an extent that he would harm others without a second thought.

"please, you must understand, i've only ever wanted you to love me and not some other bastard. if you didn't talk to him i wouldn't have needed to hurt that guy."

he mutters, looking at you with such a fond expression that you would've mistaken for love. you really didn't know how to respond to his affections. after all, he was your childhood friend turned criminal. things would be even worse for you if you reciprocated him.

so you did the best thing possible and just ignored him whenever he went off on another tangent of his delusional rambles. you daren't speak up and reject him again. oh no, it happened once and you didn't want it to happen again.

"you look so sexy when you ignore me."

the criminal coos, placing his hand over yours as he brings it to his cheek. you uncomfortably maintain eye contact with him, grimacing as you allow him to mutter and talk about his love. it's okay... just tolerate it...

"oh baby, don't you get it? everything i do is for you."

yeah, you know. he tells you all the time. bout how all his crimes are dedicated for you or done in your name. of course he never says it to the public, he doesn't want you to get jailed! though, he can't help but fantasize about how romantic it would be if you two were both wanted criminals on the run together.

"why must you torment me like this? all i've ever wanted was for you to love me back."

he sighs, not noticing your pursed lips or obvious discomfort.

"never smile for anyone else. only i should have the honour of seeing it. all those other fools will never worship you the way you should be worshipped."

you can't help but twitch at his words. ugh, he always preaches about worshipping you and stuff. it's so... is he mentally insane too?

you get the love part, but the worshipping? you won't be surprised if he prays to you when he's on the brink of his death.

"no one gets me like you. that's why i love you so much."

your childhood friend mutters, finally letting go of your hand after pressing a tender kiss to the inside of your wrist. you allow your hand to limp by your side, standing like an npc as you continue to stare at him as he continues his dramatic talk.

you never knew he yapped so much before. when he was younger he was more introverted, more silent and just clingy. now he can't shut up. or maybe that's just around you.

you continue to listen to the male yapping, not really processing his words. hopefully it'll be over soon... but your hopes were crushed as you freeze in place, eyes widening in horror as he smiles widely at you, eyes fully deranged as he suddenly brings your hands to his cheeks, forcing your cold hands to cradle his cheeks.

"i mean, don't you love me too?"

shit, how do you answer this without meeting a bad fate?

[mossygirl333]

Could I request for Oatmeal Cookie - "You're a virgin? Don't worry your pretty little head about it, I'll teach you." With Astarion please? With female reader if you don't mind!

An: All I write is F!reader, don't worry girl. Gotta love Astarion man, I'm such a slut for him 😭

Astarion x F!human!reader

Cw/Tw: feeding turned into sex, mentions of blood and pain, slight masochism (hair pulling, blood drinking, forcing into positions), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (pull out game is weak), virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, squirting, multiple orgasms

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

Astarion was mean, but undeniably charming. You needed him, he picked your locks and made witty banter and he made your days a bit funnier. Keeping you on your toes.

But that soon spiraled into something different. Something new, and it was weird at first. Having a vampire spawn around you was nothing you've ever dreamed of, and before you met him you assumed it would've been a nightmare.

But when he sunk his teeth your neck, heart racing and veins throbbing to feed him, there was a fire inside of you. An itch, you couldn't quite scratch.

You felt aroused.

It was an embarrassing thing to go through, but you couldn't tell him to stop. He needed the blood more than you did. And he would ask for an explanation. You liked him, but the thought of him knowing that about you was mortifying.

-

-

The warm air of a summer night was a welcome to the blistering heat you had endured earlier. The soft breeze carrying the smell of fire smoke and tender meat. But that was your dinner, Astarion was having something different.

"Darling, I am positively parched and wish to whisk you away for a little one on one, please?" He murmured in your ear, voice sultry and saccharine. A barely repressed shiver running up your spine.

"Of course." You murmur back, his cold slim hand holding your gently as he leads you away from the rest of the group.

Ducking into his tent, his hands trailing down to your waist. "Get comfortable of course, dont want my juice box to be in too much pain." He Snickers. Juice box, you couldn't tell if he was flirting, being patronizing, or both. Probably both.

You shuffled over to his bed roll, timidly laying down as his sharp eyes watched over you. Ruby and gleaming in the low lamp light, staring at you like you were the most delicious meal he's ever laid eyes on.

Maybe you were.

You shook away the thought and laid down, baring your tender flesh to him. The soft thump of your blood in your arteries growing louder in your ears.

He settling down beside you, tenderly tilting your head up more. Licking his fangs once he dipped down, pressing a tender warm kiss to your jugular.

You swallowed thickly and his fangs sunk in. Sharp and throbbing, a dull ache settled in your neck. Panting slightly as he gulped it down obscenely, his hand digging into the fat of your hips.

Sliding up, his other held your neck and head in place, moaning against your skin. Warm blood gushing out to meet his wanting maw.

Thighs tremble, his desperate noises filling your head. You try to tell yourself it's just the blood loss but you can't deny it.

He pauses, pressing into you. The bulge growing in his pants the longer his drinks, your eyes widening as your hands shoot out to grab his shoulders.

Rutting against your side, eyes rolled back in pleasure as he finally gets his fill. Kitten licking the wound in your neck. "Oh my sweet love..."

You shudder, squirming slightly. Thighs clenching together, his cock pressed against your pelvis. He pauses, meeting your eyes finally.

"You taste divine." His lips push against yours, the taste of your blood tangy in your mouth. Coating your tongue, made you want to recoil. But the warmth returning to his body, and his soft lips made you stay.

You pull away finally as he cracks open your legs, nestling his knee between them. "I- I've never done this before.

It was almost embarrassing to admit. A flush warming your cheeks, his heated eyes settling onto yours.

"Oh?" He chuckles, sliding his hands up your trembling thighs. "oh. You're just a pretty little virgin huh? Don't worry that pretty little head, I'll teach you."

A wave of heat rolls down your body, a weak gasp leaving your lips as your underwear goes slick. Squirming as his slim fingers quickly undo the front of your pants and rip them off in one movement. Tossing them aside, palms digging into the fat of your legs.

Trembling in his grasp, you weakly whisper. "What are you gonna do?"

He chuckles, gently looping your underwear and shimmying them down. "M'gonna finger you darling. Get ya nice and stretched out so you can take me."

Your eyes practically roll back, the warm air hitting your heated cunt. Twitching and clenching around nothing as his nails trace your slick folds. Before sliding in two fingers.

"Fuck...you're so wet baby. My fingers just slide right in."

You whimper, the pads of his fingers searching for the gooey spot inside of you. Clenching around his fingers, obscene sounds of his digits pumping in and out. It filled your head, made you dizzy, huffs of air leaving your lips without you trying.

His thumb comes up, swiping against your clit. The nerves shooting off and making your hips jerk, an obnoxious whine leaving your lips as your head rolls back.

Eyes rolling back, he curls up his fingers. Sliding and pressing against your G-spot before coming back to pump in and out. "Oh, oh my dear, that feels good huh?" He whispers in your ear.

Eyes shut tight now, you could feel the coil starting to tighten inside of you. "Y- Yes...you make me feel so good." A moan leaves your lips, loud and higj-pitched, growing louder and more desperate as that delicious edge grows closer.

You can barely brace yourself before it snaps, a splash of wet hitting his palm. You pant, peeking open your eyes before trailing down to meet where he was looking at. His palm and wrist slick.

You squirted.

A flush enters your cheeks, embarrassment starting to swirl until you realize why he's looking. Heated eyes finally meeting yours.

"Sit back. Now."

You immediately go to do it, his hands ripping your thighs apart. Pliant in his hands. You hitch, his fingers desperate to get his bulging dick from his pants.

Finally opening it, it comes up to slap his stomach. Smearing pearly precum across his toned stomach. He shudders, pulling you towards him and pressing his chest to yours. Tip red and dripping, it bumps your clit. Knees digging into his sides.

He slides in with one fluid motion. The stretch burning slightly, feeling full. His face drops to your healing neck, nose breathing in the blood as he thrusts. Slamming into you desperately. "C'mon sweetheart. Squirt on my cock, you can do it."

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. He bites you against, slicing into your skin as his hands stay heavy on your fat hips. Huffing as he gulps down your blood, gushing down his chin and into your chair. Balls slapping against your plump ass.

Your head hits the ground and his free hand comes up to cradle it. Sharp nails digging into the back of your head, pulling at it to drink more. "You are such a beautiful creature." You groans into your skin, going faster and faster. Bruised blooming on your skin as you bounce. Hiccuping out cut off moans and whines.

The coil snaps again, rushing over him as your cum splashes onto his lower belly. Dizzy and delirious he cant pull out. Ropes of thick cum coating your insides.

Going limp in your arms finally, holding you as he licks clean your neck. Skin warmed up from his dinner.

Your arms wrap loosely around him, nuzzling your face into his temple. Forgetting all about the dinner waiting outside for you.

[zomb-core]

۫ ꣑ৎ SCARS || carl grimes x female reader

summary: carl sees your scars and comforts you.

(intended lowercase)

warnings: talks of past self harm.

comfort

when the apocalypse started everything changed, you and everyone else's lives were flipped upside down nearly overnight and it was an adjustment to say the least.

out of everything, one thing remained the same; your relationship with long sleeves. you used to hate them, they were hot and itchy but you'd grown accustomed to them over time. before everything had happened, you had been dealing with your previous life and issues and it had taken a toll on you. you had felt so alone and helpless and it caused you to do things you weren't proud of, self harm being one of those things.

you regretted it more than anything, you hated the way the scars looked on your wrist and the way it made people think of you — it was belittling. so you covered them.

it seemed like a ridiculous thing to care about with everything going on, but you were only human and you were bound to have insecurities.

your paranoia of people seeing them only grew when you met carl.

at first you hadn't understood why, but time slowly revealed your infatuation with him and it made sense why you wouldn't want him to know about them. you wanted him to see you, not your past mistakes.

and he did, he saw you more than anyone. he listened to you, he took care of you, he loved you and his love was the most beautiful thing you had ever experienced. you had never experienced something as refreshing and tender as his love and you were beyond ecstatic the day he asked you to be his girlfriend.

it was the sweetest thing, you were sitting against a tree trunk with him by your side, your head rested on his shoulder while you read an issue of your favorite comic together. he would wait for you to finish to turn the page even when he was itching to turn the page to see the next part and something about that factor made you weak in the knees.

you had thanked him for being so patient and he told you not to worry about it.

then, he reached over and plucked a small yellow flower from the grass and handed it to you. it was a simple gesture but it brought a smile to your lips. you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and he responded by kissing you on the lips and asking you to be his girlfriend.

you would've been a fool to say no.

now you sat on the edge of his bed, anxiously waiting for him.

the two of you had been on watch together, you were both talking about your day and what you planned to do after you finished there. everything had been going perfect, except for the fact that it was extremely hot out.

you could feel the sun on your back as you spoke with him, beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck. it was torture.

you weren't sure what invoked you to do it, but you rolled up your sleeves. it was so hot that you hadn't even thought about it until the damage was done and his eye was flickering between your face and your arm in shock. the second you processed what you had done you had rolled them back down and turned to walk away in a panic.

you heard him call after you but you ignored him.

after pacing around your room for a while, you had come to the conclusion that talking to him was the smartest of all of your options so here you were.

“y/n?” you were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice.

“carl, hey.” you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed, your hands clasped together in front of you. “I, um..” you searched for what to say but words seemed to elude you.

he luckily filled the silence that surrounded you in your panic, “we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.”

your breath quivered as you shook your head in a silent attempt to clear your thoughts. before he had walked in the room, you were certain you were gonna explain it to him and answer any questions he might have, but every fiber of your being was racked with uncertainty.

“I'm here if you want to, though.”

your legs pressed against the side of the mattress as you stepped back into the bed to take a seat, catching your head in your hands when you did. “I do.”

a moment passed before you felt the bed dip next to you, he left a decent size space in-between the both of you likely assuming you wanted space and waited for you to speak, his gaze lingering on you as he did so.

“I shouldn't have kept it from you,” you lifted your head to meet his eyes, his gaze was gentle and attentive and you relaxed under it, “I was scared you'd see me differently and I couldn't… I can't handle it.”

“I wouldn't.” he assured, shaking his head as if to emphasize the statement. “if it's important to you that I don't address them I won't.”

his hand moved to linger above yours, his thumb grazing the back of your palm. carl had always been big on physical touch when it came to the two of you being alone or a situation where one of you needed comfort, but he respected your boundaries and was willing to make sure you were comfortable with the touch at the moment. you briefly nodded to tell him it was okay, and he rested his hand atop of yours, his eyes never once moving from your face.

“It's not that,” you sighed, staring down at where his hand sat on yours. “when I started I felt so alone it was sickening and when people found out, the feeling only seemed to grow. people looked at me like I wasn't human anymore, I was just seen as this weak, demented monster who couldn't handle the real world.”

tears clouded your vision as you spoke, you felt so vulnerable and it made you nauseous, but you needed him to know. you couldn't keep it from him forever and you knew if you didn't address it now, you might never get the chance. “they told me they were gross and that I should cover them and I listened. I know they're not pleasant to look at and I know what people think when they see them, I wanted to avoid that.. with you especially.”

when you finally managed to look back up at him you were met with a look of acknowledgement instead of the usual pity or disgust you saw from others. “I don't think they're gross or that you're weak.”

he turned your wrist over and adjusted your sleeve to examine your arm, his thumb tracing over the gnarled skin. “you’re alive, you survived and if they're proof of that then they're not gross and they sure as hell don't mean you're weak.”

he brought your wrist up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your pulse point, lingering for a moment before pulling back and releasing his hold on your arm.

“thank you.” you mumbled, a small sniffle accompanying the words.

his thumb swept over a fallen tear and he shook his head, “don’t thank me.” lanky arms found their way around your shoulders and pulled you closer, your face pressed flush against the curve of his neck. the familiar brush of his lips met the side of your scalp as he placed a gentle kiss there. “I love you.”

you readjusted yourself in his embrace just enough for you to lean back and capture his lips in a tentative kiss. “I love you, too.”

dedicated to @txrasbae

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[actually-safer-to-kiss]

Cravings

Summary: Spencer admires Reader while pregnant and in the depths of her cravings.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content warnings: Pregnancy, eating

Word count: 848

Spencer can’t pinpoint when he’s loved you the most. Hearing you groggy over the phone when he was on the jet heading home would’ve been the obvious moment, considering he blurted the three special words out in the middle of you talking about your upcoming work day. You and the team, who also witnessed it, were stunned into silence. But he still spoke to you after, whispering like he was alone the entire time.

Your wedding day would be another appropriate answer. He didn’t tear up as any groom would. No, he cried. His tears collected at the brim but took time to overflow, blurring his view of you gliding down the aisle with thoroughly-planned elegance. He had to block them to gather himself, as one would shield themselves from the sun.

But this moment tugs at his heart: when he opens the front door with the classic, “Honey, I’m home,” and you emerge from the bedroom with a swollen belly hidden under an old sweatshirt. The joy on your face is a moment he won’t forget. Granted, a portion of said joy might be thanks to the greasy bag and styrofoam cup he’s clutching desperately in one hand. Nevertheless, he savors the look and the feeling that must have felt similar to men who graced their families with bountiful hunting results.

Except in this case, the “bountiful hunting results” are chicken tenders with fries, extra honey mustard, and a large hot fudge sundae from your favorite restaurant that happens to be in the middle of nowhere and roughly 30 minutes away. But cravings are cravings, and they’ve been relentless throughout the second trimester. He’ll scope out the specific restaurants, local or corporate, if it makes you happy and appeases the baby girl (hopefully) inside you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” A kiss on the cheek sufficed as you waddled toward the kitchen. You put the sundae in the freezer for now and barely waste time getting a plate and napkins, but it’s less to clean up. And less for Spencer to double-clean later.

Before you sit down, Spencer takes the plate from you, and he swears for a minute he saw motherly instincts kick in.

“You don’t have to eat at the table," he says. “Come on,” he tilts his head toward the couch as he walks, the obvious not mentioned.

“We don’t eat on the couch.” You reply.

He’s still walking.

“You don’t like it. Crumbs, lingering nastiness, and other science-y terms you’ve used.”

He puts the plate on the coffee table. “I’m willing to make exceptions. Plus, with a baby, mess is inevitable.” He leans down, revealing the breakfast tray he bought. You clearly never saw it before. Because the way your open mouth morphed into a smile, he would've thought he unintentionally did magic. He pulled out the small legs. “I figured it’s best to adjust slowly while I still can.”

You walk toward him, your hands resting on your belly. “But this is your couch.”

“In our apartment.” He takes a pillow and fluffs it, setting it against the arm. “Sit.”

You eventually comply. There’s still a look on your face, indicating second-guessing, like you’re somehow doing this without his knowledge. Meanwhile, the breakfast tray is in his hands, and he makes sure you’re settled. You lay across the couch.

Spencer puts down the tray, asking if you want a drink before devouring. You shake your head, eyes staring down at the fatty American dish in front of you. While you begin, he picks a vinyl from your shared collection. The one thing he won’t waver about is the classics.

As in classical music.

As in Mozart. Spencer has noticed your familiarity with the symphonies over the past six months. He loves it, regardless of whether it’s just because he’s insisted you listen to classical after you told him the news.

When the melody flows, Spencer finds a seat on the couch. You slide your feet toward you to make room. As soon as he sits down, he puts your legs in his lap, letting you stretch out again. His lips disappear into his mouth for a minute as he suppresses a giggle.

All the chicken was either swallowed or mush in your mouth and specks of salt littered your lips and hands along with honey mustard drippings. This. Spencer's in love again. As you suck the sauce off your own fingers like it’s the only sustenance you’ve had in days. The comfort he feels here, knowing the woman basically attacking her dinner will be the mother of his child. This is something even his three PhDs are unable to put into words.

“Do you want some help?” Spencer leans over, takes the napkins under the plate, and wipes the corners. You continue chewing, polite enough to keep your mouth closed and manage its volume. “There.” He puts the napkin down. And he looks at you, realizing just how much you've changed his life.

“What?” Your mouth is so full.

“Nothing.”

You swallow almost everything. “Something.”

He shrugs. “I just love you.”

[sorcerous-caress]

Heyyy!! Could I request the companions taking care of a new baby + a toddler while their partner recovers?

Taking care of the kids while you recover

[Fluff, marriage, raising kids, nb!reader]

[Astarion, Wyll, Gale]

I'm not feeling the best rn so I did just three, i hope you enjoy anon.

Astarion

Seeing that this is your second baby together, he feels less out of his element now. He is more confident in his ability to care for this little bundle of joy with pointy ears cradled in his arms.

He almost doesn't recognise his own self these days. When did his sharp edges grow so soft? When did he become so tender, and when did his eyes become so round and happy?

When you proposed to him that day in the underdark, when you presented him with a modest ring that made him go speechless. He has seen many more glamorous ones, much more expensive ones, but somehow, this simple band with the most precious gem completely took his breath away.

That's how he ended here on this cozy couch with a silver haired toddler running around enthusiastically. Astarion calls them over to gently wipe some crumbs from their face, looking at their innocent adoring eyes.

They had your eyes, he couldn't help but squeeze their adorable cheeks and give them a kiss on the forehead like any dotting father would.

Him, a doting parent? That idea would've made him choke with laughter some years ago.

The ring glimers on his finger as he holds the newborn baby closer to his chest, humming a soothing melody in elvish for his second child. The first stared at him from the side with a pout.

His child was so obvious with their emotions that Astarion couldn't help but chuckle, "Jealously isn't a good look darling, come here." With that, he had another kid cuddling up to him and demanding a lullaby too.

Astarion obliged, relieved that his presence seemed enough for his children at the moment while you were recovering. Part of him was anxious about what if they only wanted you? What if they weren't as attached to him as he thought?

He was never happier to be proven wrong in his life.

Wyll

The sun shines brightly through the thin white curtains in the kitchen. Wyll is mixing together a baby formula on the counter, measuring the right amount on the spoon as he scoops away the extra powder from the top.

Adding the powder into the baby bottle, he gently shakes the warm bottle. The sound of light footsteps approach him in a failed attempt of stealth as a toy wooden sword is pressed against the back of his legs.

"Surrender!" A high voice calls from behind him, his very own kid with determination in their eyes as they press the dull edge of the sword more against Wyll's pants.

"Oh noble hero, may I know what crime am i being accused of before I surrender?" Wyll plays along, a smile painting his lips.

"The crime of!!" His child starts with confidence, "of...." trailing into uncertainty as their grip on the sword falters.

Wyll is patient as he lets them have the time to gather their thought. cleaning and wiping the counter down.

"Of not giving me food!"

"Didn't you just eat your breakfast after stealing my breakfast?" Wyll scooped up his child up in his arm, holding him with one hand while carrying the bottle with the other. His kid kicked their feet in the air as they dropped the wooden sword.

"But dad!! That was hours ago, I'm hungry."

"I clearly recall it being minutes ago."

Moving to the living room where his youngest laid peacefully sleeping in their small rocking bed, Wyll let go of his hold just as he sat on the couch.

Climbing into his lap, the most adorable brown puppy eyes looked up at him. "I want pancakes please" stretching on the end of the word, his kid whined.

With a defeated smile, Wyll agreed to it. Knowing you'd scold him for spoiling the kids too much if you were here right now, still he was weak against them. Somehow, his own kids were more persuasive than any devil this warlock has ever encountered before.

Gale

"There you go, all dry and clean" he said as he started to put on the baby bear onesie back on the giggling infant in front of him, their small hands gripping on Gale's beard with surprising strength as he zipped them up.

Yet the discomfort barely mattered to the wizard, he happily let them play with his face as he admired how adorable they looked in the fluffy animal custom. Smiling and giving their belly a soft kiss to make them laugh even louder.

The loud crash from outside the room barely phased him either as he kept coddling the infant, calling them endearing names and cradling them in his arms. "Papa's here, no need to fret."

"MR.DEKARIOS!" Tara's screech followed shortly after, "your presence is required immediately!"

Still too busy entranced by how adorable his child was, Gale took slow steps out of the room, contouring harmless light tricks to impress his youngest.

The sight that met him was one that would've probably given his younger self a heart attack no doubt, the countless torn pages of books thrown around the floor, the spilled ink and the crumbled magical scrolls.

But as the years went by, he found himself mellowing out much more. Very few things phased him by now, especially with how ironic life tended to be. The fates must be snickering right now. to give him a kid with wild magic in their veins, brimming with sorcery from such a young age.

You usually kept them in line, Gale was too guilty of being an enbaler as you've put it. It's not his fault he thought his kid was the coolest person in all the realms.

"Books are for losers!" Ah, there they stood, his own flesh and blood. Amidst the chaos of papers and magic, a potted plant.

A talking potted plant.

"Did your magic surge again?" Gale could only feel amusement as he leaned down to pick up his child, making sure to hold it far away from his other child so they don't nibble on the leaves of their sibling.

It seemed like both his cat and his child prefered to continue their argument. "Why, I have never heard such nonsense before! Mr.Dekarios, would you please get your spawn in line." Tara, his beloved elegant tressym, was flying around him in an attempt to smack the plant with her soft paws.

With a giggling wobbling infant on his right arm and a potted plant polymorphed kid on his left, Gale effortlessly casted the necessary incantations to reverse the polymorph while avoiding Tara's claws.

A poof of sparkling light filled the room as a full toddler replaced the potted plant, Tara blinded by the light, crashed into them and they all stumbled down onto stacks of torn papers.

The three of them buried under the pile, only the fluffy bear onsie wearing emerged unharmed on top.

[unreliablesnake]

It would've been nice (Zombie!Ghost x reader)

When you regained consciousness, you were alone in someone's bedroom. You could remember the flashing lights, the sound of gunfire, the animalistic growls and screams, but your brain couldn't put the pieces together into one picture. You had no idea how you ended up here, and you couldn't help but wonder where Ghost was. 

Once you got out of bed, your hand pressed to your temple as if that could stop the headache, you went to the living room to see if anyone was there. He had to be there. And sure enough, you saw the back of his head, the helmet still on his head as he watched the front door with his weapon in hand. 

“Ghost? What happened?” you asked while you walked around the couch. But when your eyes fell on his face, your breath caught in your throat. His jaw was apparently broken, his body was full of blood, and his eyes were almost white. “What the hell?” 

Ghost raised a hand, as if he wanted to calm you down, but you couldn't calm down. He looked like he was a dead man walking, and you couldn't even begin to imagine what was happening. But then you remembered. The reports about the dead rising, people turning into monsters. Could he be one of them?

Then again… According to the reports these were violent creatures, already lacking anything that would make them human, yet Ghost was sitting here, seemingly conscious enough to try and communicate with you. “Are you one of them?” He nodded. “But you're seemingly human enough to understand me,” you went on, earning another nod.

He shrugged, this move telling you that he had no idea what was happening either. He was dead enough to look like he was living in a rapidly decaying body, and alive enough to keep up conversations. You leaned against the wall, your arms folded over your chest as you watched him.

“Have you been sitting down here to make sure no one could come in and hurt me?” Ghost nodded. “Thank you. We should get back to the others. You think you can come with me?” 

Instead of answering, he stood up and walked over to you to adjust your tactical vest. There were so many things you wanted to tell him, so many things you had kept to yourself before, afraid he would just push you away because of the difference in your ranks. But now you were in a situation when these didn't really matter.

“I have to say this now, Simon,” you began quietly as you took his cold hand. “I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. You stood up for me when no one did, you trained me, you–”

He put his other hand on your cheek, the tenderness of this gesture sending a jolt of electricity through your body. A deep growl left his throat–probably the most he could manage with a broken jaw–but it wasn't enough to make you understand him. 

With a sigh, you gently pulled down his head so you could place a kiss on his helmet. “I wish it didn't happen to you. I wish I had the chance to tell you I love you,” you told him. 

Since he couldn't speak, the most Ghost managed was lacing his fingers with yours before pulling you against his chest. You wrapped your arms around him, enjoying the last peaceful moments with him before you had to leave this place. 

It would've been nice under different circumstances. It would’ve been nice if he wasn't locked into a rotting body. It would've been nice if you had more time together.

[blingblong55]

Nothing- König

Based on a request:

Hey kasper!! >__< i hope this request finds you in good health, i'm that anon who asked earlier if your reqs are open and dont worry! Im willing to wait <33 just take your time and no rush.. Anyways- May I request a fluff fic on konig (or ghost) where they come home from a very long mission to see that their darling is baking something delicious? (Can be any pastry dish you want WAAHH) Maybe a pastry chef reader and shes on her day off and used the time to bake something! The house smelled definitely like heaven and I bet that Konig (or ghost 😭) was immediately the taste tester for the day!! TEEEHEEEE >3< jus some domestic fluff cause i've been reading way too much angst lately BAAAHHHHAHSHAHAH -🍰 anon :3 ---- F!Reader, fluff, domestic, established!relationship, baker!reader ----

A/N: If you came for the Ghost version of this, click here

It was a tough mission. His body was sore, and scars and bruises adorned him. "Home," he whispers once his body is near to giving up. Home is you, he thinks. His pretty darling is home and all he can do is drive faster. How much can a man last when he isn't in the arms of their lover?

Once he steps wearily through the threshold of his home, his boots fall heavy by the entrance. The weight of the mission on his shoulders but as soon as he caught the aroma wafting through the air, his fatigue seemed to dissipate. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he followed the scent. The mask he dreads to wear home is tossed to the side.

There you are, his pretty girl, standing amidst a flurry of flour a sugar. You didn't notice him as you stook your tongue out and tried to clean the corners of the spoon. Flour from the past minutes is still on your blouse and cheek.

He clears his throat, your eyes light up with delight when you notice him. As you rushed to his side, he felt himself grow those everloving butterflies. "Welcome home," you whisper, your voice soothes his weary soul.

König returns the embrace, savouring the familiar scent of your hair. "It's good to be home, Liebling," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

Home.

What a funny word, no? At least to him, it is. If you would've told him years ago he'd be calling you his wife or that he'd even have a person to go to, he'd laugh at your nonsense. A man like him isn't worthy of a home–

"I missed you Bär," you say as you cup his face. It's beautiful really, how he lets you love him this much. It's poetic how good he feels when he sees you even more when you hold him like this. Are you truly an angel?

As you both pull away, he can't help but admire the sight before him. Flour dust on that pretty face of yours and your hair pulled back into that clipped messy bun, yet you are still the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. The warmth of your smile is chased by shadows that linger in his mind, and he feels a surge of gratitude for your presence in his life.

I mean look at you, what good must he have done to have you here?

"What are you baking?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you gesture to the countertop. "I'm experimenting with a new recipe. Chocolate chip cookies."

König's stomach rumbled in anticipation, and he couldn't resist stealing a taste of the dough. You laugh at his eagerness, swatting his hand away. "Patience, Bär," you smile. "They'll be ready soon enough."

Maybe all is well and he doesn't have to run or hide. He can just be here, with you.

As you two wait for the cookies to bake, he finds himself drawn to your side, appreciating the simple pleasure of being in your company. You two exchange stories of your week. Laugh and playful pushes followed along.

What if this is what he is meant for? Maybe life isn't so bad for a man like him. Not with you, at least.

Finally, the timer dinged, signalling the cookies were done. As you pull the tray out of the oven, he finds himself dreaming of more. Maybe next time around, when all is peaceful, there will be a kid, maybe two eagerly waiting for a taste of a new family recipe.

"These are incredible," König declares as he takes another bite and savours the sweetness with his tongue.

You beam with pride, your cheeks flush with pleasure from this compliment. "I'm glad you think so. There's plenty more where that came from," your voice softer now.

As you two indulge in this impromptu midnight snack, König can't shake the feeling of contentment that settles over him. In this moment, surrounded by warmth and love, he knows that there is nowhere else in the world he rather be.

And as he and you lean on the counters, he realises that sometimes, the greatest adventures were found not in the battlefield, but in the quiet moments of domestic blissed with the one he holds dear.

F!Reader, fluff, domestic, established!relationship, baker!reader

It was a tough mission. His body was sore, and scars and bruises adorned him. "Home," he whispers once his body is near to giving up. Home is you, he thinks. His pretty darling is home and all he can do is drive faster. How much can a man last when he isn't in the arms of their lover?

Once he steps wearily through the threshold of his home, his boots fall heavy by the entrance. The weight of the mission on his shoulders but as soon as he caught the aroma wafting through the air, his fatigue seemed to dissipate. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he followed the scent. The mask he dreads to wear home is tossed to the side.

There you are, his pretty girl, standing amidst a flurry of flour a sugar. You didn't notice him as you stook your tongue out and tried to clean the corners of the spoon. Flour from the past minutes is still on your blouse and cheek.

He clears his throat, your eyes light up with delight when you notice him. As you rushed to his side, he felt himself grow those everloving butterflies. "Welcome home," you whisper, your voice soothes his weary soul.

König returns the embrace, savouring the familiar scent of your hair. "It's good to be home, Liebling," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

Home.

What a funny word, no? At least to him, it is. If you would've told him years ago he'd be calling you his wife or that he'd even have a person to go to, he'd laugh at your nonsense. A man like him isn't worthy of a home–

"I missed you Bär," you say as you cup his face. It's beautiful really, how he lets you love him this much. It's poetic how good he feels when he sees you even more when you hold him like this. Are you truly an angel?

As you both pull away, he can't help but admire the sight before him. Flour dust on that pretty face of yours and your hair pulled back into that clipped messy bun, yet you are still the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. The warmth of your smile is chased by shadows that linger in his mind, and he feels a surge of gratitude for your presence in his life.

I mean look at you, what good must he have done to have you here?

"What are you baking?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you gesture to the countertop. "I'm experimenting with a new recipe. Chocolate chip cookies."

König's stomach rumbled in anticipation, and he couldn't resist stealing a taste of the dough. You laugh at his eagerness, swatting his hand away. "Patience, Bär," you smile. "They'll be ready soon enough."

Maybe all is well and he doesn't have to run or hide. He can just be here, with you.

As you two wait for the cookies to bake, he finds himself drawn to your side, appreciating the simple pleasure of being in your company. You two exchange stories of your week. Laugh and playful pushes followed along.

What if this is what he is meant for? Maybe life isn't so bad for a man like him. Not with you, at least.

Finally, the timer dinged, signalling the cookies were done. As you pull the tray out of the oven, he finds himself dreaming of more. Maybe next time around, when all is peaceful, there will be a kid, maybe two eagerly waiting for a taste of a new family recipe.

"These are incredible," König declares as he takes another bite and savours the sweetness with his tongue.

You beam with pride, your cheeks flush with pleasure from this compliment. "I'm glad you think so. There's plenty more where that came from," your voice softer now.

As you two indulge in this impromptu midnight snack, König can't shake the feeling of contentment that settles over him. In this moment, surrounded by warmth and love, he knows that there is nowhere else in the world he rather be.

And as he and you lean on the counters, he realises that sometimes, the greatest adventures were found not in the battlefield, but in the quiet moments of domestic blissed with the one he holds dear.

A/N: I want to hold him.....

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[dialoguestetatet]

Hwangyeon Choi x fem!reader

Fluff

OOC? OOC! But I don’t give a fuck, I had to write it, otherwise I would have gone crazy. Yes, I'm his hater, but I've always been attracted to the "enemies to lovers" trope, and that's exactly what happened to me and Hwangyeon. He's my pathetic little meow meow from now on

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The idiot in love pt.1 (part 2 is here)

Hwangyeon Choi was confident, he was cool, in fact he was cocky, everyone knew it and hated it. But around you? Oh my, he was a mess, blushing, stuttering, bashful boy with sweaty palms.

How much Hwangyeon wanted you to smile at him with such a beautiful and gentle smile, look at him from under your eyelashes, and even blush a little. He wanted to hear your voice, addressed to him, and not furtively catch snatches of phrases from conversations with your friends. And your ringing laugh, Hwangyeon would give anything for you to laugh at his jokes. He only heard you laugh once, but that's when he realized he had a little crush on you.

Yeah, it's a small crash, nothing more, he wasn't in love or something like that.

He's definitely never stared at you so hard that he flew face-first into a wall.

Hwangyeon definitely didn't try to approach you, but in the process, he tripped over his own foot and fell into the bushes.

He definitely never daydreamed about you, that his friends had to shake him by the shoulders so that he would finally answer what kind of coffee he wanted.

He had never even dreamed of you in such warm and tender dreams that when he woke up, he almost cried with disappointment.

Hwangyeon just wanted to talk to you, take your hand, hug you, kiss you, hold you as close as possible, stroke your waist, smell your hair, nuzzle into your cheek, go down on your neck, nibble your skin there, leave a hickey and run his tongue over the mark, kiss his way down to your collarbones, and stroke your lower back with his hands and go lower and lower and ...

Stop. He wasn't a pervert (maybe a little). Why did God give his toughest battle to his weakest soldier? The first step was to finally gather his courage, come up to you, flirt, and find out your phone number. He usually never had any problems with this, or rather before he met you. And your first meeting was like a cliched drama. Hwangyeon was walking home and saw how the guy who infuriated him (and who didn't infuriate him?) was trying to hit on the most beautiful girl in the world (you), but after receiving a no in response, he still couldn't fuck off and kept bothering you. So Hwangyeon walked up and shooed this guy away, and then time stopped. You looked into his eyes and smiled so sincerely that it took his breath away. Then you said, "Oh my God, thank you so much, you just saved me! This guy has been bothering me for several days now. I'm sorry, I have to run, we'll chat later, see you!" Then you ran your hand over his forearm, and his whole skin was covered with goosebumps, and his cheeks were flushed. He couldn't even utter a word in response. His heart skipped a beat, and then began to pound, the world around froze as you walked past him, still smiling. After standing there for a few more minutes, he walked on, trying to figure out what had just happened and why he felt like he had just had a heart attack.

You've been waiting. You've been waiting for a long time, but Hwangyeon never came to you. After he helped you, you found out his name very quickly. You would've approached him first, thanking him again and casually mentioning that you don't have a boyfriend, but you were hesitant? More precisely, you lost your confidence when you heard that he was quite straightforward, and when he liked a girl, he easily came up for her number. Once, you even thought that Hwangyeon had finally decided to approach you and mentally prepared for an invitation to coffee, but he seemed to have evaporated. You looked down for just a couple of seconds to straighten your clothes, and when you looked ahead again, he was nowhere to be found. Later, you heard that someone fell into the bushes, but you were not up to this poor guy, you finally lost hope of a date with Hwangyeon. So the days went by, you saw him all the time, but he didn't seem to notice you. It was sad and a little hurtful, but it's impossible to make a person like you.

Today was the day. Hwangyeon gathered his strength and went straight to you. It seemed like a tank was coming at you. You're holding your breath, did he really make up his mind after all? After stumbling only four times, he came up to you, and there seemed to be a halo of romance around. He looked into your eyes and drowned in them, so sparkling, so clear, as if you were looking right into his soul. Fluttering your eyelashes, you smiled softly and said, "Hi." Hwangyeon died and came to life, fell into the abyss and soared into the sky, felt agony and absolute happiness. At that moment, he could say the only relevant phrase, "I'm in love with you." And finally he heard your soft laugh and the answer, "Let's start with a date, okay?"

And Hwangyeon Choi realized that he would do anything to keep you in his life forever.

[luminiscented]

The hc in the master of nature hc list where she makes cole his mom's broth and he cries,,,,that is so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺can u maybe so a full fic on that hc🙏🙏🙏💓💓thanky 💕💕

Taste of home/ Take care of the inside

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Pairing: Cole x Fem! Master of nature! Reader

Status: Dating

Type: oneshot

Summary: Reader makes Cole a broth with her healing herbs from one of his mother's recepies. She comforts him.

Warnings: Insecurities, no beta we die like Zane in s3

Note: THAT WAS SO CUTEEEE THANK UUU!! I'm sorry for it being so late!! I'm having exams in my non dominant language almost every day and i'm holding on a thread :')

Your boyfriend layed in your bed, his shirt and gi off and in the washing machine after a tough mission. The door to your room creaked open silently as you came in with a small tray of food. Cole's eyes we're closed as he layed his head back to rest for a minute, but as soon as the scent of your cooking hit his nose, his eyelashes fluttered open. The smell was familiar to him. It scratched his brain in the right way, as if something missing was tugging at his heart that was seemingly long forgotten. You gently sat down on the bed and left the tray of food on the counter. You rearranged the pillows and covers so your partner was more comfortable and not in pain. You looked at Cole's muscular chest, now littered in cuts and few bruises here and there. You took his hand and he met your gaze with his own softening one, frustration still visible. For now it was time to take care of the outside, the inside would have to wait for a brief second. You pressed a tender kiss to his cheek as you handed him the tray - a small bowl of broth, a piece of bread and a piece of cake on the side. Cole sighed in relief at the warm sensation of the steam in his face.

"Thanks, Hun. You're great." The master of earth spoke softly before the smell hit his nose even harder and it really caught his attention. It brought a lot to him in a brief moment - sounds, senses, smells, feelings...people. It was his favorite dish as a kid, when everything was ok, when he had smiling, laughing mom and dad at the dinner table. A simple bowl of broth was able to bring back a piece of his long gone family back to him. He stared at the bowl for a while more. His thoughts were scattered, flying into different directions, but in a calm manner. His thoughts shifted to his mom. What would she think of him now? What would she say? How would she look like now? He wanted her to be proud so badly. He thought of his mother every day, especially on missions like this one where he barely made it out alive.

Cole brought the spoon to his lips with shaky movements. It even tasted the same. That same exact flavor. All bruises and cuts faded instantly on his muscular chest. You pressed a kiss to his forehead at the sight of his clear skin. A sigh escaped Cole's lips before a tear dripped down right into the hot broth. A wave of anxiety flooded through your chest. Maybe it was a mistake, you shouldn't have called Cole's dad to ask for the recipe. You took a soft breath before speaking up.

"I'm sorry, maybe i shouldn't have." He was clearly pained by such a memory, perhaps you did more bad than good. "I thought it would've been nice and i...don't know. Sorry." You looked at him with a gentle gaze. You had no idea what it was like to lose the rock in your life, the person who loved you the most. The master of earth's hand found it's way to yours and enveloped it tenderly, afraid to break it if he used more force.

"Thank you for reminding of something nice i had." He looked down, his smile melancholic and full of different emotions you couldn't describe. You were relieved for a moment until you heard a sob. You looked at Cole and your heart broke - the strong, undestroyable guy who was as tough as stone finally let his guard down and he broke right in front of you, crying ugly, but still with a smile on his face. You rushed to take the plate away and you took him in your arms.

He cried quietly as you stroked his gorgeous raven locks. You shushed the man grasping you for dear life and you pressed kisses to the top of his head. You gave him back a piece of his home. It was nothing to you, but to him it mattered so so much. Something even as simple as that could be so much for him. You could never know. You kept petting his hair as he wailed in your arms quietly. Maybe the same way once his father wailed in his mother's arms. You wouldn't know. For now you could only shush the sweetest man in the world as he trusted his most sacred feelings to you.

[merbear25]

Having your first time be with Vash

He could never understand why you'd want your first time to be with him; he's never seen himself being worthy of love, especially when someone as kind-hearted as you was so willing to give it to him.

CW: NSFW!! MDNI!! gn!reader, reciprocated feelings, penetrative sex, oral sex (male receiving), creampie

After having seen him attempting to tend to his wounds for what felt like the hundredth time, you offered to aid him.

"No, it's okay!" Hidding his pain behind his kind eyes, he stopped you. "I've got it. You should worry about the cuts you got instead."

Looking back at you, the disappointment he held within was immense; if he'd been better, faster, stronger even, you would've gotten out of there without a scratch, but he was too careless.

Picking up on this, you did your best to reassure that you were all right, "These are nothing! They'll be gone before morning―I'm sure of it!"

Seeing his eyes fall, you went to put your hand on his shoulder. He didn't say anything, so you felt it necessary to hold him; you wanted to alleviate any sorrow he was harboring in his heart, though that would take many days and nights to do so.

"Tell me what you need," your words were bandaging his aching heart.

Not allowing himself to escape his guilt, he responded, "I should be asking you that." Showing you his gentle nature, he placed his palm on top of your hand.

You'd seen him overcome all sorts of hell, yet his soul had never been corrupted; he'd always been a gentle man at his core. Not being able to hold back your admiration for him, you began leaving light kisses on his shoulder, trailing them up his neck.

He didn't protest to this, despite still punishing himself. Deep down, he yearned to be loved just like everyone else. Pausing at the crook in his neck, you pulled back slightly before placing a tender kiss on his lips. Before long the exchange was testing his self-restraint. He didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable situtation, so he hesitantly pulled away. "Getting a bit carried away, sorry," his cheeks were faintly rosey.

"You don't have to be sorry. I'm ready."

Hearing this made him think he'd been knocked out on the battle field and was sent to a fantasy world. "You are?" His face burned when he asked, making sure he heard you right.

Placing your fingers around his waistband, you leaned in to reiterate, "I am." With this, you continued your steamy exchange. The strength behind his lips made you feel bold; you put your hand down his pants, helping him understand just how much you loved him.

"I want to make you feel good, Vash. Won't you let me? Please?"

He was having problems responding―your words left him breathless. But he wanted to make you happy, just as happy as you made him. Pulling you in closer, he tugged at your bottoms. "W-wait," he said, placing his forehead against yours, "Are you sure about this? With me?'

Giving him a sincere and warm smile, you put his fears to rest, "I can't think of anyone better."

His hunger to please was becoming ravinous, and once hearing you say that, in as sweet of a voice as that, made him lose himself in that moment. Promptly ripping your pants and delicates off, the force of eagerness coming from the two of you made you kneel on the floor.

He knelt down next to you, running his hand over your most sensitive parts. You wanted to see all of him, so you released his cock from its cotton restraints. He was much larger than you thought he'd be, but you didn't care. You were hellbent on pleasing him in any way you could.

Leaning forward, you were a bit unsure due to your complete lack of experience. In saying that, you through caution to the wind and licked the under side of his now pulsating member―leaving behind a trail of saliva behind before attempting to take as much of him as you could.

It'd happened so quickly he felt as if he didn't have time to properly react. Feeling your mouth around him was causing his head to spin. Without thinking, he placed his hand on the back of your head and began to thrust into your mouth, leading you to gagging.

Feeling embarrassed, he swiftly apologized. You chuckled before telling him it was okay and not to worry. Your eyes were locked for a few moments, staring deeply into them. You laid on your back, beckoning him to come closer.

Still flushed from the overwhelming urges stirring within him, he pushed past them and positioned himself over you.

"Let me know if it hurts. I'll stop if does, okay?"

Giving him a nod in response, he took that as permission to push inside you.

The feeling of your warmth was a true testiment to his willpower. It was taking every once of his being not to immediately release his repressed lust inside of you.

Your moans grew louder the further he pushed in, the quickening thrusts were sending you into a tizzy. Pulling him closer, you were unable to control yourself―you were approaching your first orgasm fast. Clamping down around him, your nails dragged against his back.

Feeling your body spasm around his cock was pushing him further towards the edge, but it was you screaming his name that sent him over. How he loved hearing you call out to him in your angelic voice.

Unable to hold back any longer, he shot every last drop of sperm deep within you. After the last bit had found it's way to you, the feelings of guilt returned.

"Sorry, I tried lasting longer but couldn't."

Holding him close, you praised him for how good it was and how good he was.

Smiling down at you, he was starting to believe that he could get used to hearing you say such lovely words to him.

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystictober Day 11

Mystictober 2024 | Day 11: Doll/Heart

Ray's hand was oh-so-very-gentle as he cradled your face in his hands. It was difficult to apply the right amount of blush to your delicate lips, he had to remove his gloves and dabble on gloss by using his index finger, but you didn't seem to mind. There was a faraway look in your eyes as you stared into the vanity mirror he picked out just for you!

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to stay with you for long the last couple of days, sweetness," he brushed his lips against the side of your head. "But, our mission is finally coming to a close. I've ensured our victory, and that means I've ensured our future. Nobody's going to get in the way of our love ever again. You won't have to worry about being taken away from me by some filthy liar."

You heard his words but there was no way of knowing if you fully comprehended them. He hated to see you so lost, like a little lamb who needed their shepherd to guide them home, but it was for the best. He didn't want you to worry about anything anymore, and the only way to ease your thoughts… was to mute them. 

A little bit of elixir... not too much... just enough to keep you calm and satisfied. He made a blend that wasn't like the slop the believers had to take. It was sweet, sweet enough to cut through any of the pain in your throat, and he cut it down by feeding it to you with a kiss... then another kiss... and then another kiss...!

You enjoyed it.

He knew you did.

The only thing he knew you didn't like was the fact that he had to leave you alone when he needed to take care of his work. It wasn't like he left you with nothing to do when you were alone. You could play a game, you could reward yourself with sweets, you could rest, and you could admire your reflection. You had the most perfect dollhouse all to yourself! He didn’t have to worry about you, even though he would regardless, simply because you had everything you could ever need.

The Savior let him decorate your room to his hearts content after he brought over the first two RFA members with ease, and with every new believer he handed over, he was rewarded handsomely with all the time he wanted with you. He showered you in new clothes and trinkets, looking for new ways to make your eyes light up. You loved it.

You loved being taken care of.

If you didn't like it, you would've told him long ago.

"In a few days, we'll be able to spend the rest of our together in this dollhouse, sweetness," he promised. He couldn't wait to dress you up every morning, brush your hair until it was perfect, wash your face in gentle soap, apply makeup until your eyes shined, and lavish you in a pool of love. You were his precious doll, something to coveted close to his heart, because he would never share his favorite toy with any rotten soul that wanted to take you away.

You blinked, turning your head to look at him through the haziness of your stupor, and he leaned over to kiss your lips with a tenderness to erase any protest that might crop up.

"No, no, you don't need to move a muscle. Let me pose you before you move, okay, sweetness? One wrong move and you could strain your muscles. I'm in charge, sweet doll. I know what's best for you, I know you remember accepting that," he nuzzled your cheek. "I think we should cuddle on the couch for a little while before I head to the office, mmm? It seems you're desperate to keep my attention."

[wrestlezaynia]

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

"'Til Death Do Us Part."

Warning: Must be 18+ to read under cut.

It feels like its been ages since they've seen each other, when in reality it has only been a week and two days. Kevin reflects fondly on Sami strutting around wearing his newly won Intercontinental Championship with a grin and nothing else. A sight to behold. They celebrated his victory nestled in each other's arms after a passionate night of lovemaking, losing themselves in each other as they always do. Wishing there was a way they could stay together, knowing Kevin would have to return to SmackDown and go their separate ways.

Raw is in their hometown of Montreal and, despite Kevin sending a text to Michael Cole claiming to be watching Sami's match at home, he's actually boarding a plane and is on his way to surprise Sami.

He hatches a brilliant scheme on how to acquire a key to Sami's room. "Your relationship to the guest?" The front desk attendant inquires, studying Kevin incredulously. "I'm his husband." He fibs, a soft blush invading his cheeks. "He's so forgetful." The last part wasn't a lie.

The attendant nods and hands Kevin a spare key. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Zayn." She bids him farewell before returning to her computer.

"Mr. Zayn." Kevin thought to himself, the blush growing deeper. He had to admit, that has a nice ring to it as butterflies flutter in his stomach.

With the thought of marriage weighing heavily on his mind, Kevin arrives at Sami's room. After emitting a shaky breath, he inserts the key card into the slot and the door swings open to reveal Sami on the other side, his back facing him, wearing only a pair of boxers. He lets his eyes wander a moment before tip-toeing behind him, careful not to make his presence known as he wraps his arms around Sami's slender waist. "Surprise!" He exclaims, causing Sami to jump out of his skin.

"Fuck, Kev." Sami curses under his breath, placing his hands atop Kevin's. "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?" He asks, spinning around to face him. "Shh...there's people in the other room." He coaxes, hushing him gently with his index finger.

"That never stopped us before." Kevin replies, a gleam emerging in his pale blue eyes. "Remember The Bloodline's dressing room?"

Oh, Sami remembers. He remembers it vividly. It was the most erotic night of his life. He remembers the adrenaline coursing through his veins at the thrill of getting caught. He never felt so alive. His reverie fading when a thought occurs to him. "How did you get in here?"

Kevin's heart is in his throat as he meets Sami's gaze. "I, um, I told her you were...my husband." He confesses softly, the blush re-emerging on his cheeks, rosier than ever.

The room is dim, but even in the darkness Kevin can see the way Sami's face lights up hearing this, his heart beating fast. "Y-You want me to be your husband?" Sami asks, his voice wavering at the concept.

"I mean, you kind of already are." Kevin replies, admiring the way Sami's eyes twinkle in the moonlight, becoming lost in their warm honey glow. "Besides, I could do worse." He quips with a smirk.

Sami's eyes well with tears. "Oh, Kev." He whispers softly, capturing Kevin's lips in a tender kiss as he cradles his face between his hands.

A soft gasp emerges from Kevin's throat as Sami's lips brush against his own, the familiar feeling of home washes over him as he eagerly kisses back, amused by Sami's enthusiasm. "Wow," Kevin breathes, the air snatched from his lungs. "Had I known you were going to react like that, I would've proposed a long time ago!" He quips playfully.

Sami smiles at Kevin, eyes full of adoration. "I would marry you in a heartbeat." He replies in a hushed whisper. "You complete me, Kevin."

Sami's heartfelt words move Kevin to tears as he reaches up to caress his cheek, their eyes fixed in a steady gaze as he leans in close, brushing his lips against Sami's. Fingers tangling in his ginger curls.

Sami emits a sigh of contentment as soon as their lips connect, it's been so long since he felt Kevin's touch but he needed to feel more as he tugs at Kevin's shirt, which Kevin tears off with haste causing Sami to giggle. The giggling ceases, however, once their bare chests brush together. The sensation sending shivers down Sami's spine.

Kevin laces his fingers through Sami's as he guides him to the bedroom. Once inside, he gives Sami's hand a firm tug, pulling him into a fiery kiss before shoving him playfully onto the bed. His eyes remain locked on Sami as he proceeds to peel off his Basketball shorts, smirking at the mix of shock and desire on Sami's face.

The kiss takes Sami by surprise as he leans on his elbows watching the titillating scene unfold before him, licking his lips in anticipation. "Damn, Kev." Sami murmurs breathlessly, enjoying the view.

Kevin loves the way Sami makes him feel. He had often been self-conscious about his weight, but Sami always made him feel special and loved. "Tu aimes ce que tu vois?" He asks softly.

Sami nods slowly, letting his eyes wander. "Oui." He breathes, inching closer, missing the heat of Kevin's body pressed against his own. "Tu es sexy, Kev." His voice thick with lust as his gaze drifts to Kevin's lips.

In a fit of passion, Kevin smashes his lips fervently against Sami's. Firm, but gentle, the kind of kiss guaranteed to take your breath away. A kiss between two lovers who share the same heart. His guardian angel, his soulmate, his everything. "I love you, Sami." He whispers as he carefully lowers Sami onto the mattress, kissing every inch of skin.

Sami gasps at the feeling of Kevin's hot mouth on him, kissing and lightly nipping at his flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I love you too, Kev." He whispers back, running his fingers through Kevin's short spiky hair as he continues his assault. "'Til death do us part."

Kevin halts his actions to shoot Sami a knowing smirk. "Man, you really want to get married, don't you?" He asks, teasing him.

"I do." Sami quips, the sound of laughter piercing the once silent room when Kevin rolls his eyes at him. "Set yourself up for that one, Kev."

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[lunarisdog]

Micah has been trying to hold their tears as they show their shaky hand to Warlock , their lips wobbling at the sight of a deep cut between their index and thumb fingers . They were training with their knives until they made a mistake and hurt themself . It's embarrassing how Micah wouldn't easily cry at their worst injuries or during their most frightening situations , yet it's the simple moments like this that can quickly drive them to crying nevertheless . Micah glances away , their head low in shame . " I'm - I'm sorry , Warlock . . . " they whimper , trembling terribly , trying to cover their face with a spare arm when the hot tears fall over at their feeble apology .

Within this moment , Warlock briefly finds himself in Micah , and it frightens him to remember how his own cries of agony would always be disregarded , making his youth self more deeply lost in the darkness . It did not matter how he was hurt — he never matters at all to the world and the people in it . Micah , though , they are always more than worthy , and he aches thinking back to the fact that they didn't have anyone either when they were so much younger . Sickness builds from the imagination of how Micah could've sounded like when they were a child . . . He would've bandage them and tell them constantly that it's okay , it's not their fault . . . Warlock realizes he can still do these now — maybe there is a good reason why he is still alive after all , even after everything . . . he can still care for people like Micah . Even if it is only them to protect against the Universe , then Warlock can try to live . At least for Micah before he can learn how to do exist better for himself as well . . .

Warlock gently pulls Micah's arm away from their face , using his thumb to wipe the running tears away . " You're okay , Micah , " he tries to comfort , his voice rarely soft , tenderness bleeds through and it is raw genuine . While he takes Micah to the bathroom and clean their cut , heaviness forms in him over time , caught with a realization of how much he despises seeing them in tears . It did surprise Warlock to see it was a mild inconvenience that put Micah in this state when he had seen them experience some terrible scenarios and they would push the severity off . Perhaps , Micah would expect the worsts and be emotionally prepared ahead of time , as for smaller moments like these , they would be caught off guard . A feeling of want to cradle them hits Warlock and he grimaces , unsure if he can ever be able to do it without falling apart . For now , he washes the blood off of Micah's hand and cleans the cut . Once finished , Warlock remembers their medical bag .

Retrieving it from the side , Warlock takes a star pattern bandaid , and gently applies it against the cleaned cut . He then awkwardly stands back while Micah examines the bandaid . By the lack of reaction from them , Warlock wonders if he is already doing something wrong and tries to say something — " You're okay , Micah , I promise , " Warlock assures them again , lightly holding onto their hand . His Awareness starts to flicker and without thinking , he places a tender kiss against the bandaid , doing so before Micah would be able to ask him for one on their cut . Warlock hears a gasp from them and his cheeks heat up , catching what he just did . He doesn't let go of Micah's hand , however . Instead , when he leans away , he takes their other hand and holds them altogether . " Do you feel better now ? " Warlock asks , attempting to analyze Micah without making eye contact with them . " How about you take a break and I get you ice cream , okay ? You trained well . "

He embraces them then , adding more softly , " I'm so proud of you . "

[soupedepates]

TW suicide attempt, psychophobia Kasem and Ijaaz belong to @noa-de-cajou

"You're a dumbass, jeez", Kasem shouted "How could you do this to me?!" "Calm down, or the nurses are going to throw you out of here", Ijaaz calmly responded. "I'm going to fetch you coffee for the both of you, I think you need some... time to talk together."

I reached for my glasses when I heard the door being shut. I dared not take a look at my husband, whom I felt glaring upon me.

"Why ? Just why, Gaspard?" "Didn't you read my note?" "Of course I read it!", they screamt on the verge of tears. "Why are you like this? Why didn't you talk to me? Why?" "Because that therapist is right. Because everyone is right", I said with a trembling voice. "I am bad for you. I will ruin your life and I will ruin our child's life if we have one. Everyone is right, Kasem. Everyone."

I finally gathered enough courage to lock eyes with him.

"I should've succeeded. And you would've been happy with Ijaaz."

He tried to respond, before giving up and collapsing on the chair of my hospital chamber. He wiped a tear off their cheek.

"You know I can't live without you. And... I have done enough harm around me and-" "For fuck's sake SHUT UP!" he burst out crying. "Shut your fucking mouth! I've almost lost my husband due to your bullshit, if another word comes out of your..."

They let out a muffled scream. I looked at him in silence, waiting for him to continue.

"I am so sorry not to have seen anything", he finished by saying. "I don't blame you, I am a good liar. And I had a plan since... forever, I guess. Never thought I would really act on it, I thought that narcissism would shield me from that, but... Here we are." "Idiot", he mumbled/ "What shame, defeat and self-loathing do to a man", I said while putting out my glasses. I couldn't bear the disapproval in his eyes, in the way his mouth bent.

He rose from the chair, and came to my side. My hand in his, they somewhat forced me to stay in contact, not to retreat in my head, and his touch was comforting. It proved me he was in my corner, after all. I didn't deserve that tenderness, but I am only a man. I closed my eyes and prayed for him to stay.

"Look at me, making it all about me again", I whispered. "What a fool I am." "Gaspard, this is about you now. You tried to kill yourself. I am just... relieved you're alive. This is a lot to process", he murmured before he kissed me on the forehead. "When you were still asleep, I uh... I talked to the doctors, and we agreed that the soundest thing is that you get hospitalized for a bit. It's up to you, but... you know." "I just want us to go home, now", I chuckled. "I just want to cook dinner with you, watch a movie and I don't know, just cuddle until we're asleep. I want to go home." "I'll... see what I can do."

We just stayed silent, wiping each other tears. I snuggled against him, their warmth filling me with comfort and a sense of being loved for who I am even if I am a mess. And it was just so much of a feeling, I just needed him by my side and I couldn't stand living in a world where I am the monster and he was my victim. He deserved so much more, so much better, than I could ever provide. But still, he loved me. And he was the most important person in my entire life.

"Never again. I don't want to see you like that ever again." "I'm sorry", I couldn't help but wept.

I opened my eyes. They were close enough for me to distinguish their features. His ocean eyes. His long hair. His smooth skin.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore... You're too precious for me." "I know, Gaspard. I know you do your best, and you don't know how much you do for me. I want you alive. I need you alive." "Will we go home soon?" "We will. I promise."