#but he nearly falls asleep so you finish the bath early

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Showering with Aki Hayakawa after he comes home from a long mission. His whole body is sore and he didn’t have the energy to shower. So you offer to help and he can’t say no to you. Seeing how excited you got at the idea. A vibrant blush spreading across his face as you both stood naked in the shower, facing one another as you slowly lathering the soap in the loofah. Taking his arm and scrubbing him. Your hands gently massaging his sore muscles as you do so. The warm water from the shower head helping soothe his body as well. Your hands smoothing over his wide back and placing a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades that makes him shiver before you start to brush his skin with the soapy loofah. You’re both mostly quiet during your shower. Aki being too tired to speak but also just entranced with you it makes him speechless. His blue eyes watching you carefully as your fingers smooth through his hair, working the shampoo in and massaging his scalp. Telling him to close his eyes as you hold the shower head above him to rinse out the shampoo. Moving his wet hair out of his face as he wipes the water from his eyes. Opening them again to see the most beautiful person smiling up at him. His heart swells at how lovely you are. How good you are to him. He leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “Let me wash your hair too…”

[parkerslatte]

Relax For Me

Azriel x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: smut. wing play. masterbation.

Summary: After Azriel comes home from a long mission, his best friend, Y/N, helps him relax.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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Y/N closed the doors to her balcony and drew the curtains. The sun was only just setting but she wanted an early night, ever since she had woken up that morning she only craved to go back to sleep. Y/N yawned as she shuffled to her bedroom and climbed under the cool covers. She smiled as she did so, basking in the feeling of the cold sheets against her warm skin. 

The silk pillow was soft beneath her head and Y/N allowed her eyes to close, wanting nothing more than to drift off into that peaceful unconscious state. As she began to feel herself drifting off, there was a quiet knock at her front door. Y/N groaned and pulled the covers closer underneath her chin. If she ignored the noise then it would go away. However, not even a few seconds later, there was another knock and this time it was more urgent. 

With a sigh, Y/N  pulled the covers from her body and shuffled back through her apartment and to the front door. She frowned as she opened it, prepared to yell at whoever it was to leave. But as the door opened and revealed Azriel standing on the other side, all the irritation drained from Y/N. 

“Hi,” Azriel said quietly, offering Y/N a small wave. 

“Az,” Y/N said, blinking rapidly. “What are you doing here?”

“I finished my mission early,” Azriel said. “I thought I would come to see you.”

Y/N stepped to the side and allowed Azriel to step into her apartment. “Come in.” Azriel stepped past her and Y/N closed the door, locking it behind her. “I thought I wouldn’t see you for at least another few days. Did the rundown with Rhys go quickly?” Y/N continued as she watched Az slump in a chair in the corner of the room. 

“I haven’t been to Rhys yet,” Azriel admitted. “I came straight here.”

Y/N finally looked at what he was wearing and frowned. He was still wearing clothes covered in dirt and grime, his wings weren’t much better as they were too covered in mud and other things Y/N couldn’t recognise. 

“I missed you,” Azriel said, offering Y/N a small lopsided grin.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile back, she had always loved that specific smile of Azriel’s. “I missed you too.” Y/N stepped closer to him and took his hand in hers, giving it a small squeeze. “I would hug you but I don’t want to get mud on my pyjamas. Do you want me to run you a bath?”

Azriel looked down at Y/N’s attire. “Were you about to go to sleep?”

Y/N nodded. “I was, until you came knocking on my door. I am not complaining though. 

Azriel reluctantly let go of Y/N’s hand. “I should let you get back to sleep. I will just go straight to Rhys.”

“No, Az,” Y/N said. “You look like you are about to fall asleep if you stand up. Let me run you a bath and get some clean clothes out for you.”

“I won’t say no if you were to do that,” Azriel said. 

Y/N smiled. She bent down lightly and kissed his cheek. “I’ll even let you use all of my fancy soaps.”

“I must look like I’m about to drop dead if you are letting me use those. You nearly took my hand off the last time I went to use those,” Azriel jokes. 

“You exaggerate,” Y/N replied. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Leaving Azriel in the living room, Y/N entered her bathroom and began to run a bath for Azriel. She placed a brand new bar of her soap in the small dish next to the basin and poured a modest amount of bubbles into it. Azriel would always say that he hated the bubbles but Y/N knew that she loved them. Y/N let the bath fill up and walked out of the bathroom. 

“The bath is currently filling up,” Y/N said to Azriel. “You can get undressed in the bathroom. If you leave your clothes outside, I can get a start on washing them for you.”

“Y/N, you don’t need to do that,” Azriel said. “I can do it back at my own apartment.”

“Az, I insist,” Y/N replied. “You look exhausted and all I want to do right now is make sure you have a nice relaxing night. I have some of your clothes here, I’ll leave them just outside of the bathroom.”

Azriel stood from the chair and reached out to Y/N, gently caressing her hand. “What would I ever do without you?”

“I’m unsure as we have been friends for centuries and there is not a moment I can think of off the top of my head where I haven’t been by your side, of course except when you go on missions,” Y/N said. 

Azriel rolled his eyes and walked away to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. Y/N let out a small breath before settling down on the couch. 

***

It wasn’t long before Y/N was interrupted from what she was doing by Azriel calling out her name. From the other side of the door she could still hear the sound of him in the water so she was unsure why she was being called. 

“Az?” Y/N spoke through the door. “What’s wrong?”

There was a hesitant pause before Azriel spoke again. “Can you come in here?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Please,” Azriel asked. “It’s easier to explain that way. The bubbles are covering everything, don’t worry.”

Y/N slowly opened the door and gasped at the sight. The whole side of Azriel’s rib cage was bruised and a small gash was in the centre of it. “Az, what happened?” Y/N rushed over to him.

“It was just something that happened a couple of days ago, it is healing but quite slowly,” Azriel explained.

“You must have broken a rib or two,” Y/N examined the injury. “Or three.”

“I know,” Azriel said, sitting up a bit further in the bath. Y/N couldn’t help but let her eyes drift slightly but once she realised what she was doing, she snapped them back to Azriel, who luckily didn’t notice her brief distraction. 

“What do you need me for?” Y/N asked.

A small blush coated Azriel’s cheeks. “It’s embarrassing to ask now you are here.”

Y/N smiled at him. “Go on, it can’t be that bad.”

“I need you to clean my wings,” Azriel replied, his blush deepening. “I’ve managed to do the bottom of them but I can’t reach the top without this stupid injury causing me pain.”

“Oh,” Y/N said, avoiding looking at Azriel directly. 

“Forget it,” Azriel said. “It was stupid of me to ask.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Y/N said, fighting the urge to brush the wet strands of hair away from his forehead. “It’s just…you don’t ever let anyone touch your wings.”

“I trust you.” The comment came tumbling out of Azriel’s mouth quickly.

Y/N smiled. “I’m glad.”

Azriel cleared his throat. “Yes, well you don’t need to do it if you don’t wish to. I’m sure I can manage.”

“I will do it for you, Az,” Y/N said.

Azriel didn’t respond, not even when Y/N reached for the small washcloth beside him. He continued to stare straight ahead at the shutters and did not move as Y/N gathered supplies. 

“Lavender or lemon?” Y/N asked.

“What?” Azriel asked.

“For the oil,” Y/N clarified. “Lavender or lemon?”

“Um, lavender,” Azriel said.

Y/N smiled softly. “Excellent choice.”

Azriel barely nodded as he fixated his eyes ahead once more. The moment Y/N placed the wash cloth against his wing, Azriel immediately flinched away, splashing water at Y/N in the process. 

“Sorry,” Azriel mumbled.

Y/N placed the washcloth back onto his wing. This time Azriel did not flinch away but he was tense. Y/N continued to wipe away the grime until she threw the washcloth down onto the floor. Y/N could see all of the tension in Azriel’s body. She leant forward between his wings and draped her body on his. 

“What are you doing?” Azriel asked.

“Just relax for me, Azriel,” Y/N whispered into his ear causing Azriel to shudder. 

“I’m finding it quite difficult,” Azriel replied. 

“Do you trust me?” Y/N asked. 

“Of course I do,” Azriel said. “That's why I asked you to do this.”

“Then why are you still so tense?” Y/N asked. 

“Because I know that if I relax too much, then…”

Y/N’s eyes briefly glanced down to where the bubbled obstructed Azriel’s lower half and everything clicked together. She always knew that his wings were sensitive but never realised that he could become so pent up just from her washing them. 

“I see,” Y/N muttered.

“You should just leave,” Azriel said. 

Y/N wrapped her arms around Azriel’s shoulders. “And why should I do that?”

“Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Azriel muttered, his hands now caressing her arms.

“You won’t make me uncomfortable, Azriel,” Y/N said, her lips grazing his ear. “All you need to do is relax for me. Whatever happens, happens.”

Azriel slowly moved his head to face her and her eyes flicked down to his lips for a brief moment. She wanted to know how it felt to have his lips pressed against hers. 

“Whatever happens, happens,” Azriel repeated, his eyes flicking down to her lips. Unlike Y/N, Azriel didn’t try to hide it.

Y/N pulled away and picked up a fresh washcloth and began to wipe off the grime from his wings. Azriel flinched for a moment before relaxing against the bath, allowing Y/N to wipe all the dirt from his wings. A content sigh left his lips as she did so. 

Once all of the grime was gone, Y/N looked at Azriel and did not find one trace of rigidness within his body. “I’m going to use the oil now, if that’s okay with you.”

“I’m fine with that,” Azriel responded.

Y/N poured a generous amount of the oil onto her hands, the aroma filling the room. Y/N rubbed it into her hands and slowly reached towards his wings. She had never touched them before but she had always wondered what they felt like. She was pleasantly shocked to find them quite soft and smooth. The occasional small scar changed the texture, but they were nothing like Y/N imagined them feeling. 

Azriel’s breathing changed as Y/N continued her movements on his wings, spreading the oil across them. He took heavier breaths and Y/N could already begin to smell the scent of his arousal cutting through the lavender. 

Y/N could tell that she had hit a particular sensitive part on his wing as Azriel gripped the side of the bathtub tightly, his knuckles turning white. 

“You can leave if you want to, Y/N,” Azriel said, his voice slightly breathless.

“Whatever happens, happens,” Y/N responded. Despite her not receiving the pleasure Azriel was, her voice was breathless too. The blissed out look on Azriel’s face was one she wanted to see more often.

The sensitive part of his wing proved to be a place where Azriel liked to be touched as a soft moan slipped through his lips. “Y/N…”

“Yes?” She asked.

“Please,” Azriel said, his hips twitched under the water, “don’t stop.”

Y/N leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his wing. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

As she massaged the oil into his wings, Y/N continued to pull sweet groans from the shadowsinger. If Y/N was being completely honest, the sound was music to her ears. She had always been somewhat attracted to Azriel but it was only recently where she had begun to question her attraction to him even more and she was sure that her feelings toward him weren’t completely platonic. He was the most beautiful male she had ever seen and even more beautiful now as he cried out in pleasure. Pleasure that she was causing him all because he trusted her. 

“Fuck,” Azriel grunted, hips bucking in the water. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Y/N teased.

“Don’t you dare,” Azriel said. 

Y/N smirked before draping herself across his back once more, her hand continuing their movements on his wing. Azriel pants were even more beautiful to listen to in her ear as she pressed soft kisses against his neck and shoulder.

“Y/N,” Azriel groaned. “If you don’t stop doing that, I will come right here on the spot.”

“Am I just that attractive?” The question was aimed to simply tease Azriel, it was not meant to be taken seriously at all. 

“Yes, you are,” Azriel admitted. “You drive me crazy whenever you walk into a room. Do you know how hard it is to not greet you with a kiss whenever I see you? You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen and you have no idea how long I have wanted to say these words.”

Y/N stopped the movements on his wing. “Do you really mean that, Az?”

“Of course I mean it!” He exclaimed. “And we will talk about it after, but right now if you don’t move your damn hand Y/N, I am sure I will simply die in this bath tub.”

Y/N pressed a kiss against his neck. “Always so dramatic.”

Azriel didn’t respond. His only reaction to her words was a series of loud moans, now not afraid to conceal them. “Y/N, I am so close, my love.”

“Touch yourself,” Y/N whispered. 

Azriel didn’t need to be told twice as he released his grip from the side of the bath and wrapped a hand around his cock and began to pump it up and down fast. The sounds came tumbling out of his mouth and Y/N did not want to silence them but she couldn’t help herself as she placed her lips over his. They were soft and fit perfectly against hers. 

With his other hand, Azriel reached for her and laced his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss. Y/N only pulled away for a brief moment. “Come for me, my love.”

With only a few more pumps of his cock and an added pressure on the sensitive parts of his wings, Azriel came panting against Y/N’s mouth. He pressed his lips against hers, craving the feeling once more. Y/N held onto him tightly until his high was over.

Azriel slumped against the bath and further into Y/N’s arms. He slowly caught his breath back and opened his eyes. 

Y/N smiled at him. “Hi.”

Azriel smiled back. “Hi.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “As much as I don’t want to leave you right now, I think you should finish up here and meet me in the bedroom because we certainly have a few things to discuss.”

“I think so too,” Azriel muttered. 

Y/N pulled away from him, despite her not wanting to at all. Her pyjamas were soaked through but she did not care as she walked to the bathroom door. “There are some clothes just outside for you.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Azriel said.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” Y/N said before leaving the bathroom. 

With a bright smile on her face, she walked down the short hall to her bedroom. She changed into a new, fresh set of pyjamas and waited for Azriel. It did not take long at all for the bathroom door to open and for footsteps to pad down the hall. The bedroom door was opened and Azriel stood in the doorway. He seemed to quickly dry off his hair as it was sticking up in every direction but Y/N only thought it made him look adorable. 

“I love you,” Azriel said suddenly.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Az–”

“I know that this is sudden and I promise that it is not just because you gave me a great orgasm in a bathtub, but I love you. I am in love with you and I have been for a long time,” he admits. 

Y/N patted the bed next to her and Azriel walked over and slid under the covers, facing Y/N. “You love me?”

“I do,” Azriel said, reaching out to caress her cheek. “I know I am not good at voicing my feelings and all of this seems so sudden but I need to tell you. We can’t pretend what just happened in the bathroom didn’t just happen and continue with our friendship like normal. I love you, Y/N. If you don’t feel the same way, I understand but I cannot go another day without telling you.”

“Az,” Y/N said, her eyes full of love. “I love you too.”

“You do?” Azriel asked, somewhat shyly. 

“Of course I do,” Y/N said. “I thought I only loved you as a friend. But recently I began to notice that friends don’t normally imagine what their friends' lips feel like against theirs. Friends don’t realise that they have always had an attraction to thief friends and find them absolutely breathtaking.” Azriel blushed. “Friends don’t act like a couple. Let’s face it Azriel, we have been acting like a couple for years, minus the kissing.”

Azriel let out a quiet laugh. “I know.”

Y/N smiled before letting out a yawn. “Now as much as I want to continue this conversation, why don’t we go to sleep.”

Azriel smirked before pressing his lips against her jaw. “I thought I could repay you for what you did for me in the bathroom.”

Y/N pulled away from Azriel’s kissed and gently held his face between her hands. “Azriel, as much as I love you, and it feels so good to say that, I was trying to sleep before you arrived here. And if I’m being honest I would rather get a great night sleep with your arms wrapped around me than an earth shattering orgasm right now. Perhaps that can wait until tomorrow. But right now, all I want is to fall asleep in the arms of my love.”

Azriel smiled and pressed a sweet kiss against her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N said, nuzzling her head into his chest. 

Underneath the scent of the soaps Y/N had leant him, she could still smell the familiar scent of Azriel and with that she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[kywaslost]

Sebastian Michaelis Helps You When You Pass Out in the Shower

A/N: Based on past events where I quite nearly black out for a few seconds when trying to get through a shower, and events from a few days ago when I was a bit dehydrated and took a scorching hot ‘everything’ shower. This is also my first Black Butler piece, so please be kind. I’m always open to comfort requests and writing tips and advice!

Also, this is written with the reader as a female.

Warnings: blood, passing out

It had been a tiring day for you, and you longed for nothing more than a nice warm shower to wash the day’s events away. You had an early morning, eating breakfast with your best friend, Ciel. You were family friends, and almost inseparable when together. Then, you spent most of the day in London working on a case with the boy and his butler. You arrived home later than usual, covered in grime and blood. Whether it was yours or someone else’s, you weren’t sure. 

You had fallen asleep on Ciel’s shoulder during the carriage ride home, and he rested with his head on yours. When the three of you arrived at the manor, Sebastian gently lifted you up and carried you out of the carriage, Ciel following closely behind. 

“Young Master,” Sebastian said softly. “Do you think you could see yourself in your washroom while I carry Lady Y/N to her room? I shall be with you shortly.”

The young Earl Phantomhive nodded with a yawn. “See to it that Lady Y/N is alright and have Mey-Rin help her shall she need it.” 

Sebastian gently adjusted his hold on you as he carried you up the stairs to your guest room, although you had been staying with Ciel for so long it might as well be deemed your personal bedroom. You were still sound asleep against Sebastian’s chest as he entered your room and sat you down in a chair. He supported your neck and head with one hand as he gently shook you awake with the other. 

“Lady Y/N, we have returned to the manor,” he said quietly, watching as your eyes slowly opened and you glanced around the room. Once he was sure your head would not fall if he let go, the butler knelt down in front of you and removed your shoes.

You groaned softly, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes. “How did we get in here?” you asked groggily, tired eyes staring at Sebastian’s red ones in curiosity.

 He smiled gently, untying your other shoe and guiding it off of your foot. “I’m afraid you fell asleep on my young master in the carriage, so I carried you to your room to wake you up and let you have a nice warm bath or shower, whichever you may choose. I will call Mey-Rin to assist you.”

Sebastian stood as you shook your head, slowly getting up on your own feet. “I think I will take a shower, and I can manage on my own. Thank you, Sebastian.” You offered a small smile. 

“There is no need to thank me, Lady Y/N. If I couldn’t provide excellent guest services to the manor’s guests, what kind of butler would I be?” Sebastian said with a bow. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to tend to the young master for a moment. I will return shortly to help you prepare for bed.”

You watched as the tall man left before making your way to the conjoined bathroom. You closed the door behind you, but left it unlocked for whoever would be bringing you your nightclothes. You quickly undressed yourself and started the shower, stepping in once you were satisfied with the temperature.

You perfered particularly hot showers, ones that leave your skin burning with warmth and the mirrors foggy when you are finished. Especially on days like today where London had been particularly cold and dreary. You basked in the warmth of the water before beginning to wash your hair.

It had taken 10 minutes alone to get all of the dirt and grime out of your hair, and you had begun feeling the slightest bit lightheaded when you were finished. You shook off the feeling, lathering conditioner through your h/l h/c hair. Then you moved on to washing your body. You were feeling considerably worse now, not being able to stand and you felt extremely close to passing out. So you sped up your showering process, hoping to get out of the shower before the inevitable happened.

Your breathing grew ever so slightly heavier as you knelt over, opting to sit for a moment. Except you don’t remember ever making it to the ground. All you felt was your head grow even heavier and then feeling relief for a split second.

“Lady Y/N, may I come in?” Sebastian asked with a knock on your bedroom door. When he received no answer, he knocked again as he slowly opened the door and stepped into your room. “I am coming in, miss.” Upon entering the room, there was no sign of you. Sebastian could still hear the shower running, and movements coming from the other side of the bathroom door, so he made his way to your dresser and gathered a change of underclothes and sleepwear.

As he was doing so, he heard a crash from behind the bathroom door. The demon butler ran to the door, knocking anxiously. “Is everything alright, Lady Y/N?” he asked worriedly. “I heard a crash.” Yet he was met with silence yet again. Sebastian knocked one last time before entering. He poked his head in the doorway slowly to see you unmoving on the floor of the shower, shower curtains having fallen and draped over you just enough that you were properly covered.

“Oh my,” the man said under his breath. He placed your clothes on the counter, then gathered your towel before stepping over to you. Sebastian turned off the water, noticing how considerably warm it was in the room. Then he kneeled down by your head at the edge of the shower, shaking your shoulder gently. “Miss, are you alright?” There was a cut across your face, beginning just above your right eye and traveling over the bridge of your nose and ending below your left eye from where the shower curtain hit you as it fell. Sebastian examined you as best he could, concluding that you had not sustained any serious injuries as of yet. 

Sebastian methodically removed the shower curtain swiftly enough that he didn’t see any part of you before wrapping you up in your towel. The butler picked you up again, carefully carrying you to your room and laying you down on your bed. He dried you off as best as he could, then tied a blindfold over his eyes as he began dressing you himself. He would have had Mey-Rin take care of the task, except she had already turned in for the night and you had allowed Sebastian to help you dress in the past. Being friends with Ciel also meant that you and the demon butler were quite close, and you felt comfortable around him. So much so that Ciel and Sebastian explained their contract to you and you couldn’t have cared less. 

Once you were fully clothed, Sebastian removed his blindfold and took care of carefully drying your hair as best he could before hanging your towel to dry and returning to you with a first-aid kit.

At this moment, your bedroom door creaked open ever so slightly more, catching the attention of the butler making his way to you. He could see gray-blue hair peaking just past the door, and then watched as Ciel jumped into the room. The young boy was without his eyepatch, blue and purple eyes shining with worry. 

“What had happened to Lady Y/N?” he said loudly, rushing to your side.

“It appears she has passed out while in the shower,” Sebastian explained calmly, laying a hand on the Earl’s shoulder. “Please, do remain quiet. We do not want to frighten her when she awakes.”

“And when will that be?”

Sebastian glanced back at you. “Should be any moment now, master. Now, would you like to sit beside Miss L/N on the other side of the bed while I cleanse her wound? Just in case she awakes afraid?” Ciel nodded, climbing onto the bed beside you and taking your hand in his. He watched as Sebastian sat just above your head, gently guiding it to lay in his lap as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves, unpacking cotton balls and antiseptic. 

With great care the Phantomhive butler dabbed at your cut, wiping any blood from your face and cleaning your wound. He had just begun when you startled awake, jerking your head to the side and gasping softly. You felt Ciel’s hand tighten around yours as your eyes opened and you quickly looked around the room, attempting to sit up.

Gentle hands guided you to lay back down, however, and as you complied you looked up to see Sebastian above you with a soft smile adorning his features. “Please relax, Lady Y/N. I assure you, you are alright. There is nothing to be afraid of.” You winced in pain, lifting a hand to your head. Sebastian stopped you, taking your hand and placing it down beside you. “Please refrain from touching your face, miss. I’d hate for you to bloody yourself.” 

Tears swelled in your eyes when you saw Ciel beside you, watching you worriedly. “I’m sorry,” you said softly, letting the tears fall. “I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever for?” Ciel and Sebastian said simultaneously.

“You passed out, Lady Y/N. Why do you feel the need to apologize?” Sebastian said softly. 

Ciel lifted his free hand to wipe away your tears, smearing a bit of blood in the process. As Sebastian wiped Ciel’s hand off, you responded. “I could have prevented it. And I broke the shower curtain. I’m so sorry Ciel.” “I assure you it is nothing Sebastian cannot handle,” Ciel smiled softly. 

“I will take care of it as soon as I clean your wound and bandage you up,” Sebastian responded. “If you don’t mind, I am going to continue. It will sting. Just let me know if it becomes too much.”

You nodded, closing your eyes as you let Sebastian treat your cut. Everytime you were in pain you would squeeze Ciel’s hand just a bit tighter, and he’d comfort you by running his thumb along your knuckles.

“And… all finished,” Sebastain declared with a smile. “How do you feel?” You slowly pulled yourself to sit upright with Ciel’s help, and Sebastian rested a hand on your back to steady you.

“A bit dizzy, but better.” You turned around and quickly wrapped your arms around Sebastian in a hug. “Thank you, sorry for the trouble.”

“What kind of butler would I be if I were not able to treat your wounds, miss?” Sebastian gently hugged you back before pulling away. He quickly disposed of his gloves and used cotton balls, then stood off the bed. “If you’ll excuse me, I am going to fetch you a glass of water. I feel as though dehydration played a part in tonight’s events. I will return shortly.”

Ciel helped you under the covers as Sebastian left, keeping his gaze on you at all times.

You couldn’t help but feel terrible for making him worry. “I’m sorry Ciel. You should be asleep by now.”

Ciel gave you a knowing gaze. “You know I will not rest until we bid good night, Y/N. I came to do just that, when I found Sebastian about to tend to you. I was not about to leave you alone.”

Sebastian returned with a glass of water and helped you sit upright to drink the refreshing beverage. You handed the glass back to him.

“I shall set this on your night stand in case you require more throughout the night.” You nodded.

“I guess we should all go to bed now,” you smiled softly. “I’m sorry for all of the trouble. Thank you for helping me.”

“It was my pleasure,” Sebastian responded. “I shall return you to bed now, master.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Ciel said softly. “Rest well. And don’t be afraid to ring Sebastian if you need anything throughout the night.”

Sebastian gave you one final bow as he followed Ciel out of your room, closing the door behind him gently. You were forever grateful for your best friend and his butler. Although ashamed due to passing out in the shower and cutting yourself, you were grateful that they were there to care for you.

[shadowwing15]

I’ll always be there to save you

Knight Tenya Iida x fem! wife reader 

TW: Mentioned alcohol drinking 

Summary: After several robberies in the Kingdom a  special Knight Guard was formed, Tenya Iida being one of the selected members. They protected the people from thieves day and night, putting an end to the robberies. At least that is what they thought…. 

Author's Note:

Hello my dear followers. I have written a little something in my free time, that I am just gonna drop here. I hope you have fun reading it.

~Shadow

It wasnˋt unusual in the Kingdom of Edal, that groups of thieves visited the town to rob the people of their money and possessions. At first they would play the nice traveler who was looking for a place to stay. Yet, as soon as the people went to sleep, they would go from house to house stealing the most expensive items and all the money they could find. By the time the people of the kingdom woke up again, the thieves were gone and with them all of their possessions. To prevent these types of robberies, the King created a special Knight Guard. The Knight Guard would go into town at night once unknown people would show up to stay. The knights would go on patrols with a partner and walk through the streets of town, day and night, until the strangers were gone again. 

(Y/N)’s husband, Tenya, was one of them. He came from a long line of knights, so it was no surprise that he began his training once he was old enough as well. He had served the King for a few years before he and (Y/N) got married and then he was selected to be a member of the special guard. Now he spends a lot more time at home with her during the day but would go out on patrol at night. Sure, (Y/N) was happy that he was home during the day, but some nights she missed him dearly and felt rather lonely. These feelings grew exponentially during the cold winter months which found her awake at night, worried that he was freezing outside and left her pondering if he was okay. Those nights started a new habit of her staying up to brew warm tea and run a hot bath for him, awaiting his return once his patrol was over. 

Those nights tended to include Tenya scolding (Y/N) for staying up into the early morning hours to wait for him. However, he was thankful to return to a hot bath, warm tea, and the loving embrace of his wife. Over the months, it became a routine he looked forward to once he returned home. This didn't change once spring started and then turned into the hot summer. By then, it was a rare occurrence that thieves visited the small town and the patrols got less and less frequent.  With fewer patrol shifts, Tenya was able to spend most of his days and nights with (Y/N). 

Since there had been no robberies in the past few weeks, the guards decided to take a day off and go out to the pub to have some drinks. There were a few travelers in town, but they hadn’t tried anything till that point so the guards felt it was safe enough that they could take a break for a day. 

Tenya had been hesitant at first as he didn’t want to leave (Y/N) alone. With her reassurance that she would be fine and that it would be beneficial for him to spend some time with his friends and colleagues, Tenya ended up agreeing to go out. (Y/N) knew that Tenya was in good hands so she decided to not wait up for him and go to sleep early. She assumed that by tomorrow he would be tired, since he probably would have to take care of his drunk colleagues. 

Once (Y/N) had finished up everything for the night, she took a bath and went to bed, falling asleep with ease. Noises from the kitchen startled her awake.. It was completely dark outside which (Y/N) knew meant that she had slept for a few hours at least. She had assumed that Tenya had come home and she nearly called out to him, before she heard shushed voices. 

That wasn't Tenya. 

She knew that something was wrong and she didn’t dare say a word even if she could find her voice. Instead, she stood up as quietly and carefully as possible and moved to the wardrobe that Tenya had insisted on buying for them. The wardrobe was rather big and after she had put all of their clothes into it, she could still comfortably hide behind her dresses. Whenever she had a bad day or an argument with Tenya, she would hide in there to calm down.

Now she was using it to hide away from the unknown intruders inside her home. She hoped Tenya would return soon, before they could find her. Tenya on the other hand was already on his way back, having a weird feeling in his stomach since he had left their shared home hours ago. Only now that his colleagues were rather tipsy could he manage to go home, telling them that he didn’t feel too good. He just hoped that the weird feeling was wrong and that everything, especially (Y/N), was alright. 

Once reached his home, he was ready to release the breath he didn't know he was holding until he found their front door ajar. He stopped for a moment, trying to hear anything that could be alarming. The town was quiet besides some muffled sounds coming out of his house, as if someone was searching for something, and hushed voices. As silent as possible, Tenya entered his house unsure of what to expect. In the kitchen, all the cupboards were opened and every single corner was left in chaos.

Tenya noticed that a few things were missing before he continued to look through the rooms. Each one was left in disarray and things were scattered on the ground. Above his head he could hear the thudding of footsteps, so he made his way to the stairway and slowly ascended them so as to not alert the intruders.  He knew that upstairs was only their bathroom and their bedroom. 

A cold feeling washed down Tenya’s back as he realized that (Y/N) was probably still asleep, unaware of the thieves in their house. He was still able to stay calm as he had not yet heard any screams from her. When he had reached the top, he saw that the unknown thieves had already searched through their bathroom, which meant they had to be in their bedroom. Something inside him snapped as he realized how much danger (Y/N) was in right now and without hesitation he ripped open the door to the bedroom. The sudden bang of the bedroom door startled the thieves and he  knocked out the one standing closest to him before grabbing the second one that had tried to escape through the window, knocking him out too. Tenya quickly scanned around the room. (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen so he called out her name. 

(Y/N) was still hiding in the closet when she heard footsteps and people entering the bedroom, talking to each other in hushed voices. Even through their low volume she could hear ‘how the Knight and his wife were out for the night and that they could easily take their stuff’. A quiet gasp left her as she realized that the two people outside of the wardrobe that stood in her bedroom were thieves. She curled more into herself at the realization, trying to make herself as small as possible in case they tried to search through the closet. That was when she heard how the door flung open followed by a groan of pain. She could hear the thuds of fast footsteps and another groan. After this, there was only silence, until a familiar voice called her name.

“(Y/N)?” 

It was Tenya. 

He was home. He was home and had saved her from the thieves. (Y/N) didn't realize that she had started to cry once she heard Tenya’s voice until a sob came over her lips and she blinked wet eyes. Tenya heard her sob and instantly knew where she was. Carefully, he opened the doors to the wardrobe pushing away some of (Y/N)’s dresses to find her curled up hiding behind them. 

“Oh, (Y/N), I am so glad that nothing has happened to you, my darling.” His voice was filled with relief at the sight of her.

Tenya immediately took her into his arms, carefully pulling her out of her hiding space, to sit down on their bed with her on his lap. (Y/N) immediately clung to him, the fear settling in only now that she knew what had been going on. Tenya didn’t say anything as he held her close to him while carding his fingers through her hair to comfort her. Once (Y/N) had calmed down a bit, her trembling ceasing, he softly spoke to her. 

“My love, I am so glad that you are alright and that I have arrived in time to save you from those thieves. I know that you must have been scared and I know that you won’t feel safe here for the rest of the night. I will take you to the pub, since they still have an open room and you can sleep peacefully while I take these two to the prison.”

He looked at the two knocked out thieves with disgust clear on his face as (Y/N) nodded, not ready to speak just yet. With her approval, Tenya stood up while still holding her in his arms, leaving the house and carrying her to the pub. Once there, he explained the situation to the owner. Immediately, he got the key to the room where he sat (Y/N) down on the bed and promised her to be back as fast as he could before he wrapped the blanket around her. 

He then left the pub to bring the two thieves to the prison guard. After that he went back to the pub, nearly running to get back to (Y/N). He knew that she probably was still out of it and that he needed to comfort her. 

Once he entered their room for the night, he saw that (Y/N) was still sitting on the bed with the blanket wrapped tightly around her still. She looked at him before she opened her arms to him for a hug. Tenya didn’t hesitate, immediately accepting her hug. After a few moments he laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of him to hold her close to him, giving her a feeling of safety and comfort. 

“Thank you, for saving me.”

(Y/N)’s voice was quiet and soft as she spoke, clearly tired, now that the adrenaline had left her body. Tenya just held her tighter, wrapping the blanket around the two of them, as he felt how (Y/N) slowly started to fall asleep. Her body relaxed on top of his as she drifted off. 

“No problem, my love. I’ll always be there to save you.”

With that he pressed a small kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes and drifting off into a peaceful sleep. 

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

nnoooo bc I'm so glad with the thick thighs appreciation here. I'm an absolute chub lover boba truther. now that bath is mentioned in the recent drabble can we get some bath time with the daimyo? 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

She’d been out on The Dune Sea for days on a dewback. The sun and sand and endless heat had chaffed her skin and what passed for a tan on what little skin was visible upon further inspection would prove to be a fine layer of sweat and dirt. She was dry and exhausted. Boba found her nearly asleep on her feet in the middle of sponging off her loyal dewback as he ate placidly from a trough of kitchen scraps and vegetables.

Boba plucked her from her task and carried her up the stairs to a waiting bath in an opulent ‘fresher. The steam smelled of Japor tree oil and desert plum and the bath water was foamy with crystalline soap bubbles the color of the late evening sky. She stood, bone tired and acquiescent, as he peeled off her filthy desert clothes and ran his warm, firm hands over her naked body. He guided her into the tub and then climbed in behind her. She laid back against his broad chest and allowed her head to relax against his shoulder. Boba took his time scrubbing her with a fine sea sponge and luxurious soaps imported from Coruscant. He lathered her scalp and rinsed her hair with cool water from a pitcher next to the tub. He stood her up, finally, and rinsed her whole body with the cool, clean water from the pitcher. He helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a warm, fluffy towel. They settled into his large circular bed together with a tray full of pastries, bantha milk cheese, and candied fruits. She ate silently and he did not press her for conversation, instead running his fingertips up and down the bare skin of her back and thighs. She fell asleep tucked into him with an arm across his chest. He kissed her on the top of her bed and whispered praise and devotion in Mando’a into her hair.

Early in the morning, she awoke and straddled him. Boba’s wide hands gripped her thighs as she freed his erection from his sleep trunks and stroked him lazily.

“Don’t start what you don’t intend to finish, little one,” he warned gently.

When she bent down to kiss her way from the base of him to the tip, he groaned and ran his fingers through her hair. Her mouth felt incredible and he alternating between swearing heartily in Mando’a and Basic. The wet sounds of her mouth as she worked him were delicious, but he wanted to be inside her when he came and feel her own release clenching around him.

She looked momentarily bewildered when he gently pulled her off of him by the base of her hair.

“Is this not what you want, my love?”

“It’s all that I want and more, little one,” he replied as he maneuvered her onto her back. He primed her with his fingers, kissing her as he worked slow, firm circles on her clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Are you ready for me, mesh’la?”

She nodded and reached down to guide him into her. She gasped and keened and he nipped hungrily at her neck as he thrust into her. She clawed at his back and met each thrust eagerly with her hips. He sat up, pinning her by her forearms to the bed so that he could watch the way her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust and see the intoxicating expression on her face as she came. He wasn’t far behind, and nearly collapsed on top of her at his own release.

He insisted that she eat a few more bites of food and drink from a black melon before falling asleep again.

…

@daimyosprincess

@baufraus

@ladytano420

@acatalystrising

@dukeoftheblackstar

[chickensarentcheap]

For the Soft ask game!! 🌻, 🌾,💐 anndd 🌳! Enjoy.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Esme is intrigued and enamoured by people who engage their senses and deeply experience things through them. Pay attention to how those sense make things feel, hear, taste, sound. The taste of someone's lips when you kiss them, the smells hanging in the air (for example fresh bread in a bakery, the salt of the ocean, someone's familiar scent), the sound of someone's voice and how it changes -tone, volume, feeling- with emotion.

As for little treasures, she loves beach glass. And creating things from them. Or having things created for her :). Also, when she makes herself a cup of tea, she tends to leave it somewhere in the house, not finished. Yet when Tyler makes it, she drinks the whole thing. She always tells him because it always tastes so much better when he does. Because it's the simple act of him thinking about her and making it for her when he hears getting up in the morning.

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

Tiny and delicate, but fierce and strong. Youthful, beautiful, vibrant. A giggle that never fails to make him smile. An incredible mother; protective and loving, yet not always possessing a lot of patience lol. A social butterly, someone that sees the good in everyone and sees the silver lining even in the worst of scenarios. His confidant, best friend, lover, wife, mother of his children. The love of his life. As he once said "You make me want to be a better man."

💐How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Tyler becomes the caretaker when she's sick. He completely devotes himself to caring for her, and has help with the kids. So that they're not being ignored or neglected. She's a fairly easy patient; give her some hot tea and some soup and just stroke her hair until she falls asleep for a nap :). On the other side of things, Esme is extremely nurturing and has cared for Tyler during some horrific injuries that nearly killed him and that long road of healing afterwards. Helping him to the bathroom, feeding him, helping him shower, things like that.

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

She loves to go for a walk on the beach with her SO. Then they'll eat the hidden snacks and watch some crappy tv before bed lol

Thank you so much!!!

@tragiclyhip @youflickedtooharddamnit @secretaryunpaid @thebejeweledwatercat and anyone else who reads/supports :)

[azsazz]

Leisurely

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anonymous request: Request in which reader falls asleep on him 🥺 like in the daytime so he doesn’t move and maybe the bat boys see it and az is shushing them

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 862

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“Hey you,” a soothing voice greets as you enter the room. He’s lounging on a plush couch looking oh-so comfortable, a book balanced on his chest. 

You hum in greeting, too tired to actually form words. You had gotten back late from scouting the Day Court border – a menial task, but one you took seriously – and woke up early to catch a quick training session with Cassian. 

You’d thought about skipping it, but you had a strict regimen for yourself and you weren’t about to break that now.

The bath you had taken after practice nearly put you to sleep, the hot water relaxing your aching muscles, worries ebbing from your brain. The spectacular scents wafting from the candles and various soaps was just as calming. 

All you were missing was your mate.

Opening his arms you fall into him, immediately curling up close, head against his chest. Your hand snakes underneath his shirt, seeking his warmth. You sigh with relief as he places a gentle kiss into your hair. 

“Continue your reading,” you hum, “Don’t mind me.”  

His body shakes with silent laughter and you squeeze him tighter to make him stop. Azriel’s heart is a steady beat in your ear and everything else around you seems to fade away. 

You loved getting to be with him like this, it wasn’t like when the both of you had started sleeping together, keeping it as secretive as you could, letting your relationship blossom on it’s own. It reminded you of the early days when he’d come around to your place after working late, slipping into your bed silently as you read, waiting for him. He’d place his head in your lap and the two of you sat in comfortable silence, just being. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you stir to the sound of voices, your mate shushing the newcomers. 

“Awe Az,” Cassian coos, “It’s nice seeing you like this, not all brooding all the time.” The Shadowsingers chest rumbles underneath you, baring his teeth. He covers you with his shadows, trying to block the sounds.

You’re still heavy with sleep, content with staying here pressed up against your mate forever, even if the couch isn't as comfortable as your bed.  

“Leave us alone,” Azriel replies, nearly a groan. His arm around your waist holds you that much closer. He had finished his book a half an hour ago and spent the time admiring your beauty. He hadn’t dared move, cherishing spending any amount of time with you whether you were asleep or not.

He gently thumbs over your cheek before settling his hand over your ear and the conversation goes quiet. You can hear his soothing voice as he speaks from where your head is placed on his chest, but are unable to make out the words, both because you’re on the brink of falling asleep again or because he’s talking too softly.

“Azriel,” Rhysand tuts. His heart is bursting with happiness for his brother, knowing how long and how patient he has been waiting for this moment. All those years of watching him struggle, how the Spymaster tried to hide his feelings whenever he saw his friends in love with their mates. It had been worth the wait.

You had been worth the wait.

“Rhysand,” the Shadowsinger mimics with a pointed glare at the two Illyrians by the door, “This is why houses have locks, you know.”

The High Lord turns towards the general next to him, head cocked and brows furrowed, “Did you know that Cass?”

“No,” the taller warrior muses, eyes flickering with laughter, “I don’t think I did.”

“Mother above,” the Shadowsinger mutters under his breath as the two sputter out laughs. He vows to himself to find someone to put wards around his own home as soon as they leave.

“Az,” you mumble sleepily and they’ve really done it now. Woken you up for no good reason. Your body is still lax against your mates and you don’t even open his eyes when he replies quietly, “Yeah love?”

“Tell Cassian to shut his fat mouth, some of us are trying to sleep.” And Azriel bites his lip harshly, but is unable to keep the grin from his face as the Warlord’s mouth falls open, first in shock, then offended. His body shakes with laughter and you crack a smile.

“Why is it always me?” the crimson-siphon clad man cries, wounded.

“Become High Lord and people will keep your name out of their mouths,” Rhysand says, clapping his friend on his shoulder, half-smug, half in apology. You send him a lazy thumbs up that causes the Night Court King to chuckle, pushing Cassian towards the door. “Sorry to disturb you (Y/N), sleep well.” 

“I’m working you twice as hard in training tomorrow for that comment,” the Warlord calls over his shoulder as Rhysand drags him out. The door shuts loudly behind him, but you and Azriel can still hear him until they take to the skies.

You puff out a laugh, squinting open your eyes to look at your mate, a crooked grin on your face. “Good thing I’m not planning on going to training tomorrow.”

[mushroomlupin]

hi hello i saw you were taking requests i hope that’s stil true <3

i was hoping for some frank castle + cockwarming .... just a thought i had in the middle of the night, feel free to do whatever you want with it !!

much love !! <3333

Clean You Up

Pairing: frank castle x f!reader

Summary: frank comes home to reader and she draws him a bath

Requested: yes or no

Warnings: brief mentions of blood, stitching & cleaning up wounds, cockwarming, and tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,166

Masterlist & Ao3

You were sat on the sofa of you and Frank’s shared apartment, reading a book. Going to sleep was useless; you’d just end up tossing and turning, thoughts of worst-case scenarios and the sound of your racing heartbeat keeping you from falling asleep. He was at “work”, which meant he was either in some dark alleyway or some abandoned building beating the shit out of assholes that deserved it.

The first aid kit was already out on the bathroom counter, waiting for your steady hands to tend to his wounds. Though you weren’t as educated as you’d like to have been on tending to wounds and the overall anatomy of the body, there was something so intimate about stitching him up. Frank simply didn’t trust people and that was something you’d learnt the hard way. But after being in a relationship with him for nearly a year, he considered you the only person he trusted at all. He trusted your steady hands as you used tweezers to carefully remove the bullet from his body. He trusted your gentle fingers and the way you caressed the needle, puncturing his skin as you threaded his wound shut. As you drew him a bath to scrub him of the blood and dirt that clung to his skin, moving the warm washcloth over even the tenderest of bruises, he would watch you in awe. It was moments like this where he was most vulnerable and you used the gentlest touch to take care of him.

You cherished this time with him in the quiet of the early mornings within the four walls of your small bathroom.

The sound of the front door’s doorknob made you instinctively shut your book. With Frank’s wounds, you always anticipated the worst. The door swung open, revealing his tall frame. You stood from the sofa, examining his body.

He was covered in blood as usual. Most of the time, it wasn’t his, but you had to be certain.

His big brown eyes watched you from afar.

“‘M goin’ easy on you tonight, kid,” he joked, answering your unspoken question. “Just a lil’ scratched up is all.”

Your shoulders relaxed, but a part of you remained skeptical. Frank had a way of understating his injuries.

You gestured for him to follow you to the bathroom as he kicked the front door shut behind him. The heavy footsteps of his boots grounded you, protecting you from the eery silence of the flat. It was as if your apartment was a ghost of a place without him there. Frank’s presence kept it alive, made it a true home.

Following your usual routine, he stripped himself of his shirt for you to begin your work. Surprisingly, he’d told the truth; there were only a few scratches that needed cleaning up and the stitches you’d given him the previous night remained intact. You were impressed to say the least.

“What’d you do, talk to them nicely? Let ‘em off with a warning?” you laughed.

He hummed. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

It didn’t take long for you to finish, gently pressing a kiss to his shoulder before you plugged the tub drain and turned the faucet on.

“Thank you.” He pressed his lips into your hair, keeping them there for a moment to inhale the smell of your shampoo. Then, he kicked his boots off and rid himself of the remaining clothes on his body.

You tossed some lavender bath salts into the water once the tub had filled up, providing the bathroom with a nice aroma.

Your boyfriend carefully stepped into the bath, relishing in the warmth as he sat down and relaxed his muscles. You kneeled on the tile floor to fetch the bottle of his shampoo, but before your hand could touch the plastic bottle, he gently grabbed your hand.

“Why don’t you come in, hm?” He nudged his head toward his lap.

You frowned. “You sure?”

“Positive,” he ran a wet thumb across your knuckles before letting go of you.

He watched as you pulled your sweatshirt over your head and slid both your panties and your sweatpants off of your legs. His eyes roamed over your body, his pupils dilated and soaking in every possible detail of you. You dipped your feet in before finally settling in his lap, your back resting against his warm chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him.

He put his head in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Missed you, sweetheart.”

You blushed, turning your head to look at him.

His hair was starting to grow out, the previous buzzcut becoming a mop of dark curls. He had a bruise underneath his left eye and a cut on his forehead that you’d cleaned up just moments ago. His hand came up, his thumb and index finger gently caressing your chin. You smiled at the contact, leaning your face towards him to pull him in for a kiss. Your lips moved together slowly, his tongue licking a stripe against your bottom lip for you to decide whether or not you wanted more. You opened your lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside your mouth, and yours slipping inside his.

You groaned, a hand coming to grab his hair at the nape of his neck. You could feel his shaft hardening against your back. You pulled away to maneuver yourself so that you were now facing him, straddling his lap. Your lips found another’s once more, his hands moving to graze the skin of your bare back.

“Missed you, baby,” he muttered, his lips moving to your neck. “Thought about you all day.”

You sighed at the feeling of his warm lips sucking at your neck, grinding yourself against him in response.

His teeth gently nipped at you, his tongue swiping over the skin to soothe it. A hand moved from your back to your front, gently caressing a breast in his hand and kneading it.

“Frank,” you sighed, swiveling your hips against him.

He hummed against your neck before bringing his lips back to yours.

“I wanna feel you,” he admitted. “I don’t think I got it in me to fuck you right now, but I need to feel you, baby.”

You figured as much; he’d been out since seven that morning. Not to mention, you were incredibly exhausted yourself.

“It’s okay, Frank,” you assured him, peppering his face with kisses. “Wanna feel you too.”

You lifted your hips up, grabbing his cock in your hand. Once you felt his tip at your entrance, you slowly sat down, impaling yourself with his shaft.

The two of you let out a sigh of pleasure, his cock sheathed entirely inside of you. You felt utterly full and satisfied.

You rested your head against his chest, his steady heartbeat like music against your ear. His big arms slipped around you, securing you to him.

In this moment, you’d never felt more safe and secure.

[satoruvt]

when we collided in the morning

pairing → yoon jeonghan x reader

word count → 678

genre → hmm fluff i think, slice of life, uh. Howl’s Moving Castle au ↳ tags: UMM HOWL JEONGHAN, this is literally just like my own personal epilogue to hmc except its jeonghan and you Are In Love, tender words, early morning cuddles, unfathomable fondness, mentions of other members, rainy days!!, a couple kisses

song inspo → the flower garden by joe hisaishi but the title comes from red line by 5sos <3

warnings → mentions of The War, but that’s it

a/n → can i be honest i saw howls in theaters the other night and its going to be my personality for the next couple days so i figured i should try to get the most out of it aka I Miss Jeonghan And He Is Howl Pendragon And I Don’t Know How To Deal With It. enjoy

It’s a rainy day in the Waste today.

It isn’t usually. Usually it’s bitter cold and wind, or somehow unbearably hot during the summers. You don’t mind, though – you seem to have gotten used to it all. The rain hits the window and you watch as the drops race down until you can’t see them anymore, falling towards an imaginary finish line. The castle rumbles on, and through the fog you can make out the vague silhouettes of hills and scarce trees.

The bedroom door opens behind you. “Hi,” you say without looking, already knowing who’s there. The door shuts again, and it’s followed by footsteps, until you feel the soft thump of something connecting with the bed.

Jeonghan warms the sheets the second he’s in them, and you sigh when you feel his fingers tangle with yours. Sparks of magic prickle your skin, a teaspoon of all the stardust inside of him. “Hi,” he finally responds, voice gentle.

He was gone most of the night. He doesn’t leave as often anymore, nor for as long – not since the war. But sorcery duties still call, and you know he’ll always come back.

You take a break from the rain, turning around and laying down again so you’re facing Jeonghan. His hair has started to get long again, bangs barely in his eyes. He lets out a deep breath when you run your free hand through it, pushing it away from his face.

“Do you want a bath?” You murmur, quiet in the early morning. “I can ask Seungcheol to heat up some water.”

Jeonghan shakes his head. “No,” he says. “Later. Just want to lay here with you.”

You remember the first day you met him, the weeks after filled with awkward professionalism because you didn’t know each other. You remember finally getting closer and practically begging him to tell you what he was feeling, pleading with him to let you into his mind. Into his heart.

(You remember the flower garden, during the war, and the way he held your hand then. The fields felt like thousands of beautiful violins playing their favorite song, all in harmony. Jeonghan felt like the composer, leading you over tiny streams and different colors, a practiced dance that neither of you knew. He was gentle, and kind, and so beautiful. You think it might have been then.)

Your hand falls from his hair to his chest, feeling for the rhythmic thump thump thump. It is strong and warm, never faltering. How wonderful that you ended up here with him, like this. The castle creaks with a particularly janky movement, the rain taps against the window. “Okay,” you say, pulling Jeonghan closer. He follows easily, face buried in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around him. “Won’t be for very long, though. They’ll be hungry soon.”

You seem to jinx yourself, because soon enough you hear Seungkwan and Chan’s padded footsteps as they wander downstairs, waking up and starting the day. Jeonghan groans and you giggle. “They can wait an extra five minutes,” he says into your skin. “I need my time with you.”

With a smile you know he can feel, you press a kiss to the top of his head. Yes, you think, five minutes is okay. The world is still asleep, the rain is still falling. Jeonghan is still warm and you are still in love with him, and five minutes is not nearly enough for you to cherish it all, but it’s a start.

After an unknown amount of time, you feel the castle stop moving. Seungcheol must have found a good place to rest for a while. The pitter pat of the rain stopped some time ago, and rays of sun light up sections of your shared bedroom. They catch on Jeonghan as he sleeps, lighting up a feather hidden in the collar of his shirt.

You pluck it tenderly from its place, setting it on the nightstand carefully. The sun is up now, and you have much to do for your family.

[wispyhearts-heaven]

hii can you do drabbles for the sinclair brothers that have a baby with their s/o that is rlly exhausted and had overworked themselves with taking care of it? sorry if it’s weird or doesn’t make sense

Hello Anon! I'd love to and I hope you like it!

Warnings: female reader (baby mamma, mamma used), unnamed baby,

Pairings: Bo Sinclair x Reader, Vincent Sinclair x Reader, Lester Sinclair x Reader

Not my gifs!

Bo Sinclair:

You know he isn't leaving you alone on purpose. He has things to do, whether it's dealing with tourists or just getting over his anger or hanging around the shop and playing with leftover cars. You know this.

Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

You sit on the bed after just having gotten bub to sleep when you hear Bo coming up the stairs. You wince at the sound of his boots and get up the bed to meet him just as he opens the door, hoping to shush him before he can wake the baby up.

He smirks at you. "Evening, darlin'." He says, one of his hands falling to your hip. "You miss me?"

You roll your eyes but smile. "I don't have to time to miss you." You murmur as you fall into his chest, your arms too tired to even lift up and hug him back. "Carry me to the bath?" You hear him scoff but a few seconds later, you're lifted up, and carried to the bathroom. "Quietly, baby's asleep." Bo places you on the toilet seat and closes the door, but leaves it open a crack.

A look of guilt flashes on Bo's face but it's quickly replaced by a smile. "You want bubbles?" He asks as he stands up, a hand coming and running along your jaw. "You've been such a good mama."

You lean into his hand and he chuckles, leaning down and pressing a kiss on to the crown of your head. "How 'bout I make your bath and then bring you some dinner up?"

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent was so scared that baby would be scared of him and his mask. And with Bo also on his ass about keeping the town pretty, it was mainly just you looking after your baby.

Vincent tried to help, he did. He just felt so damn awkward about it. So he mainly just helped you.

You smile as he came up from the basement, your back to him as he walked in the room, while you held your baby in your hands. “Hey Vinnie.” You whisper, bouncing up and down softly. “They’ve just nodded off now. You need anything?” He comes up behind you grabbing your waist, the both of you now swaying back and forth.

You lean back into his body, closing your eyes and just relishing in the quiet moment. You could honestly fall asleep right now, feeling his heart beat against your back and his slow breaths falling into the mask.

You put your bub down into the crib, and then turn around to face Vincent, who is looking at you intently.

“You finished for the day?” You ask and he nods his head before scooping you into his arms, nearly making you squeak before you cuddle into him. “Can you give me a massage tonight, baby?” He deposists you on the bed and you turn around onto your stomach to allow access to your back.

Immediately, his hands find your shoulders, working them and finding the knots in seconds. You moan as he digs into one right near your neck. As he moves slowly down your back, you don’t even realise when you’ve drifted off to sleep.

Lester Sinclair:

Lester works every day. He sets off early every morning and comes back in the evening. Your job just happens to be the baby that you look after daily. The feeding, the changing, the snuggles, the naps, the tantrums. Hearing Lester's truck driving up and then the slam on the door is both a blessing and a curse; you're darling has learnt now that closing doors from outside means dad's home.

So bub, who had been slowly rocking to sleep in your arms ready for their nap was now wide awake and gurgling.

When Lester opens the door, he goes to run straight to you, but even with how heavy your limbs feel you give him a look. He needs to wash up before he even thinks about holding your baby. You have never see him move as quickly as he does when it comes to holding you or your baby.

You move over to the couch and sit down gently, feeling the exhaustion of the day seeping into your bones. And the exhaustion from yesterday... and the day before. At this point the days are rolling together.

When Lester comes downstairs, this time clean, he immediately takes your baby and holds them close to his chest, hushing them and rocking him. You smile up at the picture but you can feel your eyes drooping, your head lolling to the side.

“Hey look. I got ‘em-�� Lester starts but stops as you jolt up again. “Oh baby. Looks like they ain’t the only one thats sleepy.” He smiles at you, cradling the baby with hand and bring his other hand to scratch at your scalp. “Let me put ‘em down.” He moves and puts your bubba down in the cradle off to the side of the living room. With baby safely away, Lester turns around to face you. “You ate?” He asks.

“Yeah, just after them.” You answer. Lester kneels next to you on the ground and starts massaging your calves, making you moan.

“Time to look after you now, baby mamma.”

[lostinthewiind]

Hello, I've just finished reading your poly! Matchablossom x reader fics and I'm absolutely in love with them!! You've gotten everything so correctly - the smut, the angst and the fluff.

When i finished watching sk8, i couldn't pick between either Joe or Cherry so in true bisexual fashion i chose them both.

Idk if you're taking requests and i apologize in advance if you aren't. But can I get some more poly! Matchablossom x reader headcanons? Thank you so much, for writing it!!! Because i was worried i wouldn't much fics like these.

Absolutely loved your work 💜💜💜

A/N: you all seem to LOVE my Joe and Cherry polyamorous series, which I am, of course, super happy with because I love it as well! But let's be honest, there still isn't nearly enough content for them, so let's get some general headcanons out there about what being in a polyamorous relationship with them would be like!

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

We all know that Cherry and Joe bicker between each other often, and that makes their dynamic super fun and sometimes a tad frustrating, but the moments when they actually get along are simply magical and they need to be talked about.

Sometimes when you wake up in the morning on days that you've decided to sleep in, you walk into the kitchen to see Cherry and Joe cooking breakfast together—Joe with his head resting on Cherry's shoulder and arms wrapped around his waist as he guides him through the recipe

Similarly, you've caught Joe sitting beside Cherry at his desk on more than one occasion, hands intertwined while Cherry finished up work for the evening or practiced his calligraphy—sometimes Joe tries to copy the characters that Cherry has written out and the two of them work together in silence, entirely in sync

One time you came back from a business trip early and entered your apartment quietly to surprise your boyfriends, only to find them in the bath together. It was so amazing to see them all over each other, soft kisses trailed along exposed flesh and relaxing together, that you ended up just watching from the crack in the door for an hour or so

They compete for your affection all the time, but in the beginning, when the three of you had just gotten together, they helped each other out A LOT. Joe would make sure to tell you all about Cherry's softer side when he accidentally acted a little standoffish and Cherry always gushed about how doting and caring Joe was

When it was finally time to seal the deal and propose, Joe and Cherry had never worked so closely together than in the months leading up to the big moment. They were together so often and seemed to get along so well that you almost started to think they were planning on slowly edging you out of the three-way relationship, but then they both got down on one knee and you had never been more sure of any decision in your entire life (of course, you said yes)

I want to keep this post PG, but I'll just say that when the three of you get intimate, you see stars when the two of them work together ;)

When watching a movie on the couch, you usually sit between the two men, but one of them usually has their arm draped over the back of the couch, playing with the other's hair or simply resting their hand on the other's shoulder

Cherry doesn't like to admit it but he likes the nights when you come to bed late because Joe has to cuddle someone or else he can't fall asleep, but when you're not there, that task falls to Cherry. This way, he gets to fall asleep in the arms of the man he loves but can escape overheating when you eventually worm your way between them. Sometimes you just carefully crawl under the covers on the edge of the bed however because they look so content and adorable and you don't want to disturb them

Joe adores the way Cherry's hair flows so effortlessly over his shoulders and always looks so perfect and literally falls apart when Cherry lets him brush his hair

When out in public, the two men act in tandem almost like your bodyguards, each one flanking your side and glaring at anyone who even dares look your way or get too close to you on the sidewalk. The best is when you're out shopping and trying on clothes and you come out to show them and they switch roles between one of them gushing over your outfit and the other making sure no one else is catching a sneaky peek

And even when they do bicker, it never lasts very long. Before you know it, they are kissing and making up—a soft kiss to Joe's cheek or a playful nibble on Cherry's ear has them melting into the other's arms and suddenly they can't remember why they were evening arguing in the first place

[jade-parcels]

The genshin men: fatherhood edition

With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu

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Childe:

Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship

Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways

He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!

With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids

But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what

You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!

Zhongli:

Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.

Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn

You two will just have to figure it out.

Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters

He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find

He...will make a great dad :’)

Kaeya:

Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it

He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart

He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do

Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them

He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable

And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional

Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao

Diluc:

Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started

He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast

He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao

Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode

He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!

Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...

His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.

Xiao:

Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.

He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives

And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao

They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST

He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)

He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family

Venti:

Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids

You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!

He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/

Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around

But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(

Albedo:

Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid

He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao

He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now

He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours

He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->

- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time

- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up

-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so

-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time

Baizhu:

Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around

He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)

Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick

He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao

When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3

Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)

[a-libra-writes]

How the Peaky Blinders React To You Being a Jazz Singer

In This Preference, You’ll Be Singing To: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Ada Shelby, Polly Grey, Michael Grey, Esme Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Lizzie Stark, Isaiah Jesus, Luca Changretta, Aberama Gold

THOMAS SHELBY

True to his reputation, he’d be interested in you right away, and that would inevitably grow to infatuation. Tommy would come to see you towards the end of your shift, when most of the customers are passed out and you’re sweetly crooning in a room of smoke and spilled drinks. He’s ready to drive you home, ignoring any questions about why he’s awake in the wee hours of the morning. Don’t be surprised if your club is suddenly bought by the Shelby company, especially if your boss wasn't treating you well. Tommy claims it was just a good business decision, since you’re popular and the club is close to their territory, but you know him well by this point. You’ll be well protected by guards and he often visits during your rehearsals, always looking tired and a bit lonely. Tommy's clearly relaxed by your singing, though maybe encouraging his advances isn't for the best.

ARTHUR SHELBY

No surprise, he takes a liking to you right away when you’re hired at his club. When you’re performing, he gets distracted, especially when you’re croning a love song in the wee hours to a bunch of drunk, passed-out patrons. In the corner of your eye, you’d notice Arthur looking at you like you’re hanging the moon. He’d die if you smiled at him during that. He’s incredibly protective of any weirdos trying to catcall you or grab you while you’re singing; he’ll grab them by the collar and throw them to the street or just bash their faces outright. The thing is, Arthur quickly learns your everyday personality is much different than your stage persona … and it makes him nervous to talk to you when you’re not working. You being so close and personal, not distant from the stage, makes him far more bashful.

JOHN SHELBY

The club you ended up at was always a favorite of his, and it was made even better by your singing. Eventually he stopped bringing his rowdy men around because their hollering and whistling began to piss him off - though he laughed his ass off when you threw a drink at one and continued your song. When it’s much later in the evening he’ll visit, since it brings John some peace, especially after a hard night of following Tommy’s orders. He’s too embarrassed to approach you at first, though it’d be easier if you worked for a Shelby club. He’d have an excuse to talk to you, for one. His crush would be painfully obvious, though he’s far more comfortable when he meets you outside the club. Conversation and jokes come more naturally.

ADA SHELBY

You two met by chance outside of work, and tonight she was finally coming to see you sing. That's when her little attraction turned into a full-blown crush. While Ada isn't big into jazz clubs, she's into you, so she'll visit several nights a week. Once you both are close, she insists you stop by her place after work, when the sun is just coming up. She gets up to let you in and brews you some hot tea to soothe your throat before you both fall asleep in bed. When you finally agreed to work at a Shelby club, Ada wanted it extra protected. She's ready to raise hell with her brothers if they think about starting something stupid at the club you work at.

POLLY GRAY

While Polly enjoys visiting the club you perform at, she warns you about the job in general. There are plenty of entitled men that could harass you, not to mention all the idiot drunks and brawls. Before long, you’ll be employed at a Shelby club to get some “proper” protection… though Polly will still ask you to carry a knife or a gun. Her protectiveness aside, she likes to tease about what you're wearing for the night, especially if you've a habit of getting ready at her place. When you're performing she likes to give you winks and knowing looks in the hopes you'll get flustered. If she’s had several drinks, she’ll whistle.

MICHAEL GRAY

He’s not the type who likes to be smitten with people right away, so he’ll swing between trying to impress you and trying to distance and be aloof. Michael finds your performances relaxing, even if the other club guests ruin it with their noise and loud drinking. Because he wants to avoid that crowd, he shows up early during rehearsals or very late in the evening, when you’re about to quit for the night. Even before you both are an item, Michael is protective and might hire an extra bodyguard for you. He waves off your concern by insisting all Shelby club employees are kept this safe (they aren’t, and he gets jealous of the guard anyway). Michael’s feelings are so obvious to you, but he’s too proud to admit it, even when he’s driving you home and buying you flowers and leaving nice gifts in your dressing room.

ESME

She doesn’t understand why you put up with that noisy, smokey club, with all those men that stare and try to make a move the second you step off stage. She prefers when you both sing together, outside in the sunshine or under the stars. When you come home after a long night of singing, she wakes up early and gets you in a nice bath or snuggled in bed. She’ll keep the house dark through the day so you can sleep. Esme understands you need to sing to eat, but you shouldn’t work your pretty voice until it’s hoarse!

ALFIE SOLOMONS

He doesn’t visit these kinds of jazz clubs that often; it’s not Alfie’s scene, but he closed a deal in one of them. You were singing that night, and it was the only pleasant part of the evening. So he sent flowers. The next time you received flowers, it was because his men and Sabini's tore up half the club in a brawl. The third time he figured he should deliver them personally, and that's when he walked you home, too. Afterward you suddenly had a job offer in Alfie's part of town, and sometimes you'd spot him while you rehearsed. Alfie only flirts and chats when you approach him first. He doesn't want you to feel indebted or intimidated, especially since your singing really does relax him.

LIZZIE STARK

As much as Lizize loves to hear you sing, she worries about the weird men you might encounter in the club. She urges you to carry a weapon when you’re going home, or she just walks you home herself. She enjoys helping you with make-up and dressing before a show, it feels sweet and personal, and keeps her mind off any unpleasant men that might bother you in a few hours. It’s not just that they annoy her and make her worry for your safety; she gets pangs of antsy jealousy when they’re all staring and drooling after you. She’d never tell you that, though. When you come home in the wee hours of the morning, Lizzie wakes up just to give you a hug and an exhausted good morning before falling back asleep.

ISAIAH JESUS

Isaiah stumbled into the club you sing at by accident, and he wouldn’t call it love at first sight… But he does swing by nearly every other night to watch you perform. You’d start to recognize his grin and starry eyes, and even during slow nights, Isaiah would be there. He’s had some trouble with your boss because he’s quick to cause trouble with the drunks that try to harass you, but eventually you two got to talking. Isaiah was the one to talk you into joining a Shelby club because it’s safer and you’d be paid better… and he’d get to see you more. He’s pretty embarrassed by his friends teasing about his crush, but he’s undoubtedly smitten by you.

LUCA CHANGRETTA

He was a huge flirt from the start. You didn’t even work at one of his clubs, he was invited there as an exclusive guest by some New York politician, but his attention was taken right away. After a second visit, he sends a fancy bouquet. After the fifth, it’s a gold bracelet with some diamonds. Luca likes the ego boost of you looking his way and recognizing him in the crowd, and eventually he’d invite you to work for one of his clubs - especially once the one you’re at gets involved in a gang brawl. Word spreads quick that anyone making a ruckus while you sing is getting thrown out… and any idiot that tries to approach you after the show is getting a hand or nose broken. He will melt if you sing in Italian or Spanish.

ABERAMA GOLD

He’s not a regular visitor to these fancy, noisy clubs, but Aberama will make an exception for you. He loves your voice, though he much prefers hearing you hum to yourself as you get ready for the evening’s set. It’s probably for the best he doesn’t watch you sing too much, because the moment a drunk catcalls you or tries to get on the stage, he’s got them in a chokehold and politely suggesting they leave. But no matter what, if Aberama isn’t working, he walks or drives you home, no matter the hour you’re finished with work. If you work at a Shelby club and there’s some drunk or brawl that causes you trouble, he’ll absolutely give Tommy grief about it.

[kim-monsterlings]

Kaan - M Naga x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: NSFW/Lemon; back again with mentions of fae deals, fluff, intimacy (nuzzling for warmth, cuddling), brief kissing, receiving oral (+ forked tongue), orgasm denial, ingested venom/aphrodisiac (consensual), penetrative sex + handjob (he’s a naga... so, double)

Wordcount: 3408

“Tropemas” Summary: while caring for the naga in hibernation, snowfall worsens overnight, leaving you stranded in his cave

Notes: TROPEMAS!! #1, the beautiful cliché of being trapped in together during a snowstorm!

Masterlist // “Tropemas” Masterlist

Snowfall came too early this year; weeks too early, before the scarves and blankets were finished and berries picked. No honey was ready yet to trade with the fae for their blessed fruits so on a foolish promise - really, you ought to have known better than to trust fae, no matter how long you'd traded with them - you swore to return with a trade worthy of their trust as you rushed into the already snow-laden woods.

The two hours wasted trekking up steep slopes and struggling against growing branches snagging on your thinning, woollen layers wasn't a favourable way to spend your time, definitely not in wintertime. Though the journey was horrendous, weighed down by a heavy bag of half-finished gifts and a hamper of logs and food, the cave peeking out of the cliffs warmed you against imminent frostbite.

Hibernation hadn't come yet, if the large boulder propped against the cave entrance was any indication. Dim flames warmed the inner cave as you struggled to roll the rock back, where it would be sealed once his season of hibernation really began.

It was so dark the sprawled coils nearly tripped you. Whiter than the dirtied snow falling slowly beyond the cliff, the white naga laid well outside of his nest of old furs and blankets; most gifted from you. His scales reflected the odd amber of fire, tinting long, wispy hair against his pillow.

Only one thing would wake him. Kaan had learned to ignore your voice - with practice, he liked to tease - and the debt to the fae and their blessed garden was worth it when you held out the plump berry in your fingertips. Already the juices dribbled, so sweet in the middle of winter, and the temptation to eat it yourself itched at the back of your mind.

The naga's dusk nose twitched before a forked tongue flicked out to scent the air. His warm lips kissed the juices away, the berry savoured. Kaan groaned, both thick from sleep and delight. “I love fae food," he whispered, and at your laugh, peeked his eyes open. "Only one?"

"More when you say hi."

"Hi," he yawned. Long arms stretched overhead and the naga curled nearer, his head almost on your lap. "Feed me, morsel."

"Morsel," you scoffed. Kaan whined when you stood and ate a fae-blessed berry, the sugars and juices tingling through you. "How are you doing?"

"Apart from missing you?" The glare you gave earned a bright laugh. His teasing never ceased and it did nothing to help the flutter in your chest. He only missed your gifts. "I'm cold. Will you light the fire again? What did you bring me?"

Though you grumbled, his keen eyes already found the logs piled in wait of being lit. Kaan moved out from the bundled nest to the hamper. His arm reached, and a sharp hiss made you both freeze when you smacked him back.

The plea and apology jumbled together as you choked on a laugh. Crouched before the dim fire pit, sparks caught light as a heavy head nestled against your thighs. Kaan groaned and wound his arms to your hips, nuzzling against you.

"Sssso warm," he whispered, and scrunched his face when the lisp elongated. "I missed you."

Soft cracks of the fire warmed the cave. His hair felt silken when you ran your fingers back through it. "I missed you, too."

He hummed, "good. Tell me what you brought me."

The gradual slowing of his breathing came when you spoke. You used to take offence to it, when Kaan began to hug you close and his heart slowed, but now as he draped his heavy tail closer around your bodies, you understood it to be a sign of his trust.

Nobody else would be here- could be here while he neared hibernation. Kaan reluctantly stirred when you pressed a berry to his lips with a whispered groan of your name when you teased and ate one instead. His lips pressed to your fingertips before your cheek, and he fell into the furs you threw back over him.

Beneath the cave, down a tricky slope in near darkness, you washed grime off your body in a freezing, rushing stream. So narrow and fast that you never dared inch too close, only retrieving fresh water and helping stock it for Kaan when he woke.

It was your practice for too long now. Always helping, always returning to his side to wake him, to welcome the lips on your temple as he relied on your body heat in colder nights. You wouldn't change a thing... not many things. The worst part of coming was knowing the same evening you would leave for the season, and return in no time passed for Kaan, but days of a life passed, wasted, pining for the naga asleep in a cave.

He woke with a small yawn and a nudge of his tail to your hip. Without looking up from the fire you stoked, you ran your fingertips to the white and silver scales. "You know, I think you take me for granted."

Kaan frowned. The anticipated retort hadn't come, and the naga instead slid closer. His cool arms curled back to your waist like he’d never parted and settled you on his wide lap. "Would you want me to visit your village as often as you visit me? I could. I would, to see you," he hummed, and his smile grew against your shoulder when you scowled. "I may even end up on a spike. Or be made an accessory… I am pretty enough. You could always keep me close-"

"At least you'd be quiet."

"How rude," he muttered. His chin rested heavy on your shoulder. In the passing seconds, his cheek nuzzled closer, lips soft brushing the shell of your ear. If he scented the air, you dreaded what would be found. "Nearly done with the fire?" He - from practice, knew to dodge your elbow, grinning and squeezing you close. "I need to rest. Will you be gone?"

"I'll be back in a month," you said, but his arms tightened at your words. It hurt. To come all this way only to leave again, empty handed and heavy-hearted. "It'll pass quickly for you. Go, rest."

His tongue flicked at your cheek before he wriggled and curled in his nest. Neither of you mentioned the tip of his tail gently curled to your ankle. "Don't eat all my berries."

Left huddling before the growing flames, it was only the ache weighing on your shoulders keeping you from leaving. That, and the softening of scales as reluctant as you to part. Perhaps a little that beyond the cave, the wind lashed and even standing - gently stepped from the coils slowly winding to your knees - and pausing at the entrance, the harsh chill struck you.

It was dark. The only light came from the fire grown at your back illuminating the cave, bathing Kaan is a soft glow.

One peek from the boulder at the entrance and your stomach fell. Too dark for you, too dangerous with ice coating the path and frost in the air, and any torch carried would extinguish on first step outside.

He woke from a light sleep with a groan like he had before, but once he'd stolen the fae fruit, his eyes fluttered shut again. Only after snatching a blanket - one you had spent hours on, were his eyes lifting to yours.

"Kaan, I'm staying the night."

With a soft stare, fatigued and barely resisting the tug of hibernation, the bundled naga crooked a smile. "Missed me that much already?"

"It's too dark for me to get home." The soft glow of his eyes and his frown reminded you that unlike humans, the naga was adapted to dim caves and night-darkened forests. Unable to look him in the eye, you pretended to search for somewhere to lay. "Not all nagas are as soft-hearted towards humans."

"Not humans." His arms reached out to you from the nest. "Just you. The cost of your stay is to cuddle me. Keep me warm."

The thick boots laced at your ankles landed with a thud even as you frowned. "But you're cold."

"So warm me up."

The chill of his arms made you gasp, but Kaan chuckled and tucked you even tighter. His nest was set in a dip of stone, cushioned by furs and blankets and old clothes, some yours that had somehow been “lost,” and laying on something warmed by the time Kaan had been curled here settled the nerves in your stomach.

The race of your heart lurched as the naga dragged his jaw against your crown, embracing you to his warming body. Bare chested as he was, your fingertips curled above his calming heartbeat and already, he was breathing slower.

Sleep evaded you with the steady tucking of cool scales against your legs. Kaan gripped you to him tighter, coming to clutch you to his chest, and sometime sleep came, when your ear was to his heart and his fingers tangled in your hair, pressing you there.

Without any light to wake you, it was the chill of a fire dying rousing you, and you woke much as you had fallen asleep; warmed in the softest hug, lips hovering to your forehead. There wasn't anywhere you would rather be; it would've been perfect, if the fire hadn't died.

Kaan's soft breaths nuzzled against your crown. He had woken only moments ago with you, but he was quick to draw you back when you readied to move, burying you beneath furs and his coils. He seemed as reluctant as you to leave, so you tucked into his chest, content to listen to the slow beat of his heart. It nearly soothed you back to sleep; the soft pace of like a lullaby.

Words thickened by lethargy, Kaan mumbled against your temple, "why is it only you come in winter?"

"Don't you want me to?"

"That wasn't the question."

Palm flat on his taut stomach, you watched the muscle tense beneath your touch, reluctant to even whisper, "I care about you."

"That would be why you spent the night wriggling closer then," Kaan teased, pressing his nose into your hair with a chuckle, even as you gasped and strained against him.

"I was wriggling because your coils tighten in your sleep! Don't blame me, you heat-hog! That tail-"

"Oh, this one?"

Scales rubbing together rasped like the soft burn of a fire now lost. Kaan weaved them against you until you were pressed flush, able to watch him bite back a grin when you grumbled, "you just want me close for heat."

"Mm. Speaking of heat," he breathed, and if he heard your heart spasm, he didn't show it. Kaan's palm stroked against the curve of your throat, thumb stroking where your collarbones dipped. "You ought to be careful about caring for me. It almost feels like courtship, and we wouldn't want me to fall into a mating rut, would we?"

The gentleness brushed where your neckline fell loose on your chest. His eyelids fell to where he traced the heat rushing to his touch, and the silence only dragged on. His chest rose on a deep breath, one caught in his throat as he whispered, "right?"

"Kaan…"

Hand framing your jaw, the naga swallowed hard, voice rasping. "Would we?"

"I," you shuddered at his forehead coming to yours, his lips only a mere breath away. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to… to-"

"To mate you."

"To mate me," you echoed. "I wouldn't mind being your mate."

For a fleeting breath, Kaan laid against you, into you. Thick tail nudged to your hips and his lips were so warm where he was elsewhere cold. The affection you ached for flooded you down to your curling toes, but it was fleeting. Kaan unwound himself. He recoiled to the deepest corner of his nest, head tucked low, away from you.

"Go," he croaked. Kaan's claws bit into the cave beneath him; he had never been so small in your presence. "Go, please."

There was no arguing with the tremor in his plea, nor with the agony creeping into his face, the same you fought to hide deep in your chest. Only the words whispered in the back of your mind forced you from his nest, cold now without him beside you. He didn't want you, the voice hissed. He doesn't want you. The promise of a mate tempted him.

He wouldn't be fighting it so hard if that were true. Fighting for you.

Boots heavy on your dragging feet brought you to the mouth of the cave, but no further. The forests beyond remained hidden. Even the grip on the snow boots didn’t ground you when the unyielding stone forced you back from the force of your struggle.

"Kaan…"

"I can't," he mumbled. "If you stay, if-if-"

"The cave entrance is snowed over. The stones are frozen together and we're," you winced. "We're snowed in together, Kaan."

Hardly audible above the storm binding you to the cave, Kaan whispered, "no. No, you're just-you must be weak."

"I'm not weak, Kaan." Weaker than him, yes, but not weak. "If I was weak, I wouldn't make it to you through those woods."

"No… No, I didn't-" his gulp was audible. "May I try?"

Nothing stopped him from trying, but you. Kaan tucked himself round the cave wall and only met your eyes when you stepped back. Sharp guilt rose to tighten and bind your throat.

The rock didn't budge. Not with his body coiling tight and shoving harder, succeeding only to bruise himself.

You were locked together. Trapped.

Kaan's soft voice carried like the wind. Curled into the coldest crack of the entrance, it brushed so gently, quietly, you almost missed it. "Tell me you meant it." Though turned away still, the tip of his tail didn't miss when he reached, winding against your leg. "Tell me again."

"Kaan-"

"Don't come closssser if you didn't," he whispered.

The single step broke him. His tail swept you back but he caught you, the furs your cushions when he laid you down. Kaan framed your cheeks and nudged his nose to yours.

"Tell me before this goes any further," he said, his long eyelashes fluttering by yours. Even as he spoke, the claws of his fingertips traced beneath your thick layers, creeping up your stomach to brush your chest. "Tell me."

"Kaan, I want you to be my mate. I want to be yours."

The gentlest kisses faltered where your chest rose with shallow breaths. Together, the layers fell away, goosebumps and shivers blossoming beneath the cold air, beneath the softening, heated stare running low, lower to your hips struggling to lift beneath the weight of his.

On a warm laugh, Kaan rose up and helped you kick the rest free. Both laying bare, warm and close, your hands travelled the muscle of his chest - only for you to gasp.

The naga grinned, cheeks nestled to your thighs. One hiss made you whimper, forked tongue flicking up, a mere brush. "Kaan-"

"Yes?"

"Don't tease," you whispered, but the warming of his eyes promised nothing less than torture. His tongue slid from his lips reminiscent of how he tasted the fae food, and he tasted you with the same reverence, the same guttural groan as the tip flicked up your folds to brush your flushing bud. "Kaan," you gasped, and the naga only laughed deeper.

"Did you think I wouldn't savour you?"

"Savour-“ you choked. Morsel. “Kaan, I am not a meal-"

"You are," he murmured, and with his hands gripping your thighs, he dragged you from the nest and against his lips.

The cave rang with your hoarse cries and hollow breaths. So sensitive already, the tips of his tongue falling low sent a wave of fire through you. Kaan groaned with your heels digging hard into his back to beckon him close, but he never wasted a second, never wasted a breath that could be better spent pleasuring you.

He pleasured you too well. With a soft whisper unheard over the blood rushing in your ears, Kaan pressed a warm hand to your navel and held you down, the thick muscle slipping into your hips and- oh, you cried, the tip dragging slowly to the nerves tender and tightening.

The cave was dark enough, but only blurred spots danced in your vision. Your legs trembled. Kaan curled his tongue and dragged up, and you arched, bucked, overcome with a rush of-

Nothing.

"That… that was cruel," you struggled to say, shaking still as the crescendo began to ebb away and the offender grinned. His open mouthed kisses rose from your navel and up, pausing to press sharp teeth to your nipple until you sunk heavy again. "I won't... I won't beg."

"I think not. It will be me begging for you," he said to your lips. Thick on his tongue, Kaan kissed you deeper, cradling your crown as a weight nestled between your hips. His lips rose when you whined and spread your thighs wider, welcoming the thick, twin lengths heavy on your stomach. "And beg I will," he breathed, and two crooked fingers inched into you. "I want to make love to you, now. Please. Please," he whispered, fingertips where his tongue had been and teasing whines freely from you.

"I need you. I-"

Kaan's lips parted on bringing his slick fingers to his lips, and in parting them, you saw the swollen fangs, slick like his fingers as he sucked you from them. The gentlest warmth of his head running from your clit down stole your focus with ease, your eyes rolling and hips following, leaning up to align with his cock pressing down.

"Ready?" Kaan pressed his thumb to your lower lip, flushed and swollen, parted as you struggled for breath. Your muscles tightened at the steady rub of him to your centre, and you nodded. "Lips open, my mate."

"For… for the venom?"

"If you'd rather not," he rushed, and though you loved his need to reassure you, the pull of his body away twisted your stomach so you dug your heels into him and tensed. His cock entered you so slowly you nearly came, and when he stroked down your cheek to bring your eyes to his, the warmth there coaxed you back to that precipice. "Do you want it?"

The answer was yes to all he had, and you begged as much. Kaan chuckled and the rumbling met your lips. With the first tang of venom on your tongue, the naga rocked himself forward and his cock filled you, thick and curved and hot like his tongue meeting yours, blackened by the aphrodisiac tightening your chest.

It eased the slight burn in a breath and you nodded once, dragging your mate closer and reaching low to stroke the cock heavy on your stomach. Kaan shuddered and his body stiffened, a whimper passing you both.

Then he moved.

He moved and your body was aflame. The pleasure endless in your nerves arched your chest, Kaan nuzzling down to take your flushed nipples into his lips in turn and nip, suck, kiss, thrusting in time with your stuttered gasps.

Beyond the cave, wind howled; nothing like Kaan's deepened groans, his claws dipping into your thighs where he pushed you back and sunk deeper at this angle. Venom coated his lips. It coated yours, tingling in your throat, thoughts and stomach, until your breath caught.

He felt it, too. Kaan's forehead rested to yours as he rocked slower, deeper, and into your fist. With a bitten back smile, you squeezed your fingers and ran low to tease the slick dip in his scales, the slit, and the naga bellowed a harsh cry. He came deep, hot and strong and along your stomach, Kaan stealing your matching pleasure with a fevered kiss.

Neither of you felt sated. The venom still pulsed strong and hibernation was long forgotten, a mating rut stirred and his cocks stiff against you. Kaan cradled you on his lap as you sought to be closer, aching to take him again until you couldn't any longer.

Until the snow melted, you would wait in your naga's arms, feasting on sweet fae berries and his kisses.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

bubbles & rosé.

a/n: made it a headcanon this time around

request: can i get a fluffy angel x black!reader post plssss

rating:💙

sum: not angel reyes dipping out early on a friday night so he can get pampered by his girlfriend.

words: 796

✦ angel reyes doesn't have many firsts left -- not afraid to try new things, this man has tried nearly everything under the sun

✧ so, when you're standing in the middle of the aisle--his arms around your waist, peeking over your shoulder at the body scrub in your hands--and he asks "what's that do?" you can't help but get an idea

✦ "you wanna find out?"

✧ your question leaves him silent--it's a question no one's ever asked him before

✦ "because I'm gonna use it friday, after work. you can do it with me then"

✧ you glance over your shoulder over at him to find angel silently considering the proposal

✦ "come on, angel. it'll fun and relaxing. we can stay in, watch a movie when we're done"

✧ his eyes drop to the jar in your head, his brow arches as he nods towards the shelf of bath products

✦ "as long as I get to pick what we use" he counters as you give him a triumphant smile

✧ his head is spinning as he tries to figure out how there are so many products--that all do something different

✦ get's distracted by the bath bombs

✧ wide eyes, as he holds up a galaxy bomb -- "babe, check this one out"

✦ drops entirely too many items into the basket

✧ "...options are good," he nods, satisfied with his array, as you ring up at the self check-out. "...we can always use the others later on..."

✦ when friday evening rolls around, angel is on his bike and ready to leave the second after bishop's gavel lands

✧ "where you going?" gilly asks, shoulders falling as angel declines the beer he offers on his way to the door

✦ "sorry, bro. date night."

✧ after your shopping adventure, you are smart enough to present angel with a number of limited options

✦ he picks the candle he wants you to burn

✧ doesn't even pick one of the fifty bath bombs he'd tossed into the basket

✦ wants to try out the foaming lavender bubble bath--because bubbles

✧ pours entirely too much into the running water

✦ adds a little extra, even when you tell him that's enough--just take the bottle away, please

✧ objects when you take his beer back to the fridge

✦ expect eye rolls when you return with your favorite bottle of wine and two glasses. "...trust the process, Reyes," you giggle

✧ "trust the process" he mocks...only to be followed up with "--hey, this is pretty good--"

✦ down to try everything -- is undressed and in the water by the time you're done picking a playlist

✧ curious af--tries to read every bottle you use

✦ nods his head every time you explain what you're using a product for -- "this will help you relax" --"this will help moisturize your skin, I swear its gonna make your skin so soft"--"this is going to help clean out your pores"

✧ sniffs the contents of the jar after untwisting the lid of the face mask

✦ “--shit--" he shudders as you apply the first stroke of clay to his forehead. "--it's cold--"

✧ his eyes on your smile. you sit on his lap, his hands tracing your hips as you carefully brush a thin layer across his skin. “how long do i keep it on?”

✦ “until it’s fully dry--which means you can’t touch it, Angel--”

✧ sucks his teeth as the brush trails down the bridge of his nose. “i know--I’m not.”

✦ thinks about touching his cheek--to see how it feels--as you finish

✧ is silent, brow furrowed in concentration as he applies your mask for you

✦ no hesitation as you ask him to scoot forward so that you can get behind him

✧ literally melts against you, weight resting against your chest as your fingers work your shampoo of choice into his hair

✦ his eyes closed, a silence falling over the room as you take your time massaging his scalp

✧ he's pretty sure you've got superpowers as your fingers massage the body scrub into his skin--hums of approval as your touch rub over his arms, his chest, his back, his shoulders

✦ doesn't realize how much tensions he's got until you're done and he swears he feels ten tons lighter

✧ his brow arches as your lips press a soft kiss against his shoulder, your smile pressing against his neck

✦ “is that where we’re headed?” he chuckles as your touch drifts down his chest

✧ "just making sure you’re not falling asleep on me," you giggle as he opens his eyes. "you were so quiet, I couldn’t tell"

✦ "nah, just thinking how we should do this more often"

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[forcefulkitten]

bare my burden

[illumi zoldyck x fem! reader]

summary: feeling powerless and out of control due to his mission not going as planned, Illumi makes you feel the same way.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, rough sex, deepthroating, face-fucking

word count: 1,956

It had been a week since your husband, Illumi Zoldyck, left the estate to complete a mission. He said he’d be back two days ago, and he wasn’t back yet. Punctual as he is, he normally arrived before he estimated. You liked to lie to yourself by thinking he did this to surprise you by his early arrival, but you know that he actually used his timeframes as a deadline and made sure to complete things before then. 

The weather out was gloomy on this evening.. Storm clouds filled the sky and heavy rain fell right onto the buds of the beautiful flowers in the Zoldyck Estate. It was always such a sight to see. You had just finished taking a relaxing bath, enjoying a cup of tea and were laying down under your warm comforter when you heard a familiar knock at the door. This knock was Illumi for sure, his signature way to let you know it was him and not one of the butlers. As unapologetic as he was, he always made sure to knock before entering. Two days after his predicted arrival, you were thrilled to finally have him back after missing him and being so worried that things had gone awry.

“Illumi~.” You sang in a tired voice when you heard your door open. Turning around to face him while laying in your bed, your eyes followed his muscular build walk straight into the bathroom as he closed the door behind himself. You thought nothing of this since Illumi loved to jump straight into the shower after he returned from a mission. As you lifted the comforter off your legs, you heard the bathroom door lock. ‘That’s weird’ you thought to yourself. Illumi never locked the bathroom door, since you two always showered together upon his return from a mission. It was routine that you’d jump in and help him clean off and unwind. You then heard the shower water start, and decided to lay back down. He was 2 days late and locked the door behind him, perhaps he needed some time alone. The sound of heavy rain hitting the windows, the warm comforter over you and the subconscious protected feeling of having Illumi back home quickly lulled you to sleep.

“Get up, Y/N.” 

“Wake up. It’s too early to fall asleep for the night right now.”

“Y/N.”

You were woken up after hearing Illumi speaking sternly beside you and feeling his grip on your arm shaking you back into reality. You sat up rubbing your eyes and looking over at the time. It had only been an hour since you’d fell asleep and were grumbling that Illumi wouldn’t allow you some rest especially since he needed some as well.

“Illu.. I missed you. You were gone longer than you predicted. Did everything go as planned?” Finally opening your eyes completely and meeting Illumi’s glare, you took note of the scowl on his face. His glare was colder than normal, and if looks could kill then you’d be dead. This could’ve meant a million different things but you assumed it was regarding his mission and attempted to slice the tension in the room by leaning over to kiss Illumi. He leaned back and grabbed you by your chin. “No. It didn’t. But you already knew that, didn’t you?” Illumi’s tone was sharp and full of annoyance. He knew that you could pick up on his moods and were always analyzing him to figure things out because the nature of his personality. It was going to be a long, merciless night. Illumi rarely became stressed out about his job. Years of torture masked as “training” subjected him to so many different scenarios that the man could quite possibly survive and endure anything. But when he felt powerless or out of control, you were the one person who felt that wrath while things were temporarily out of his reach. Illumi would always be sure to complete the job even if he has to restrategize, but not before subjecting you to the same feeling he has at the moment.

Illumi leaned back against the headboard and sighed. You crawled over and onto his lap, looking into his eyes that could burn a hole in hell if he wanted to. You wished he would melt into your touch but his frustration engulfed his tense body just like your desire to help him feel better. You fell into his hands so easily all the time, making it your number one responsibility to always ease Illumi into feeling like the human he never got a chance to be. You began to straddle his waist and wrapped your arms around Illumi’s shoulders, leaning your breasts against his chiseled chest. Threading your fingers through his hair while kissing and licking his neck, Illumi didn't give in to your ministrations. “Y/N,” Illumi spoke out, voice void of any emotion like usual and you leaned off of him to meet his gaze. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips into a harsh, needy kiss which made you moan out at the unexpected force. His tongue delved into your mouth aggressively, tongues dancing and heavy breaths eliciting from you that filled the previously strained room with lust. Illumi’s free hands grabbed your ass, playing with your cheeks before spreading them and bringing his hand to your already soaked pussy. He swiped at your wetness and brought his deft fingers to play with your clit. His fingers swirling perfectly, the coil in your stomach began to build while you moaned his name out desperately. Your hips grinded harder against his hand and you leaned in to make out with him, needing something to ground you from your growing orgasm. A few more ruts onto his hardened cock, swollen lips fighting each other and his fingers precisely rubbing your swollen bud made your orgasm hit quicker than you hoped and you rode out your high as much as Illumi allowed.

Your face was flushed, mind clouded and full of desperation for him to make love to you but you were snapped back into reality when he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up while scooting himself off the bed. He took his briefs off, long slender cock springing out while you positioned yourself on your knees. When he looked down at you it was with dangerous eyes. You knew the pleasure you felt previously was only a build up for whatever merciless fuck he wanted to put you through right after he used your throat.

You began swirling your tongue around the tip of his length before attempting to take him in fully. Illumi’s cock is big, and you always had to focus on not hitting the back of your throat too quick. Before you could even bring Illumi’s sex fully into your mouth, he weaved his fingers in your hair and began bucking his hips into your mouth. Drool spilled out the sides while you’re focusing your breathing through your nose & bobbing your head back and forth. Low grunts left his lips and hearing his husky, lust filled noises made your entire body feel warm. You didn’t understand how gagging on his cock could bring you such euphoria. Bracing yourself to deepthroat him, you repositioned yourself to get the best angle and began slipping your mouth further onto his cock. You wanted to send him over the edge. This was a dangerous game to play with Illumi. His fingers that were laced in your hair found their way to your scalp and he then moved one hand to the back of your neck before slamming his cock all the way into your throat, your nose touching his body. Illumi’s quite literally fucking your face at this point, and you’re trying so hard not to pass out, squeezing his thighs with your fingers in hopes that he’ll notice you’re nearly past your limit. He continued his ministrations, bucking into your mouth hard just to chase his release. Black is starting to encompass your vision and you think you’re going to pass out before he pulls you off his cock. A slick line of spit from your mouth to his penis breaks and falls onto your chest and you finally bring air back into your lungs. Illumi looks at you with a dangerous, cold look, before grabbing your soaked chin and making you look at him. “Up, now.”

Illumi began kissing you while guiding you backwards onto your comfortable bed. Pushing your shoulders down once you fell seated onto the bed, he crawled above you, caging you between his arms. You leaned up, sucking and biting Illumi’s neck, trying to mark him up. Much to your surprise, he wasn't complaining or resisting even though he always verbalized how much he hated the look of hickies. Humping you slowly, you feel his aroused length prodding your inner thigh and shudder. You want him so badly. He can see that you’re practically begging him to have his way with you, release some tension, you want to feel close with him, you want him to know that he can let go of his frustration with you.

Illumi lined his cock up with your wet slick, rubbing the tip against your clit deliciously before inching himself all the way into your cunt. The stretch always so pleasantly painful. He began thrusting at a slower pace, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and hitting the perfect spot that made you moan out his name incoherently. Illumi leaned towards you, kissing and biting your neck, repaying you for leaving marks on him. You can hear his breathing hitch in your ear and it sent more arousal to your core. “Fuck.” Illumi moaned while continuing to thrust into you with perfect precision. Physically you were there with him, mentally you were on cloud 9. “You’re, squeezing me, so tight.” Illumi emphasized every word with a hard slam into your pussy, all of which threw you back into reality.

Grabbing both of your legs and folding them onto your body as far as they would go, Illumi brought you into a mating press. Using your ankles as leverage, he slammed into your abused cunt with all of his body weight. Each thrust forced a whimper out of your mouth and Illumi loved the helpless look on your face as he overpowered you. You could do nothing but enjoy the onslaught in this position. The room was filled with your wanton moans, his heavy breathing and it felt like everytime his cock hit your cervix that you were about to be sent over the edge. A few more heavy and hard thrusts caused the coil to break again, your orgasm coating your inner walls and spilling all over Illumi’s cock. He continued fucking into you as you came down from your high, so overstimulated at this point. His orgasm hit soon after, and his grip on you became even tighter. Desperate to ride out his orgasm, he continued plunging into you, slower and gentler while he filled your core with every drop of his seed. The feeling of his dick twitching in your cunt was amazing. Pulling out of your cunt, you missed the feeling of him inside you already. He released your legs from his hold, your legs falling onto the bed as he looked at you all fucked out and beautiful for him. Chest heaving, heavy lidded eyes, you stared back at him with adoration. “Feeling better, Illu?” Your words sounded desperate, almost sorry, and definitely vulnerable. Illumi leaned forward and kissed your forehead, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “A little, but I’m not done with you yet.”