#but it does fit in with the little *pat pat* *gentle rub rub* he does with all these other patients

[guardian-angle22]

911 Lone Star | TK Strand with patients in the field

[lalunanymph]

୨୧ zayne decides to take matters into his own hands when he notices you've been neglecting your health lately

✧･ﾟboyfriend!zayne, fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of food, reader neglects her health, reader calls zayne 'sir' once, spanking, soft dom!zayne -> lifestyle dom!zayne, light Dom/sub elements, swearing, unprotected s[e]x, petnames (my aurora, my darling), thigh humping, size kink

✧･ﾟthought about lifestyle doms from an anon's ask and suddenly this idea came to me about zayne doubling down on making sure you're taking care of your health ugh i need this man biblically

The life of a Hunter is anything but easy, and Zayne knows that well.

However, he can't help the feelings that surface every time he sees you coming back home, tired and even more worn down than when you had given him a goodbye kiss this morning.

And this isn't the first time, either.

He notices—he always does. It's in his very nature to be trained to catch even the slightest deviation of the norm; a blip in your composure, your routine.

Nowadays, you were sleeping for 4 hours max, pushing your body everyday at work until bruises litter your limbs; skipping meals to hand in Jenna's reports before the stipulated deadline, barely finishing up your 500ml water bottle he so diligently helps to fill up every morning...

... and all of it piles onto the guilt he feels when he realizes how little he can do to take care of you.

It festers and festers and festers till he snaps the very second you come back home, exhausted and puckering your lips for his usual welcome back kiss.

"No."

It breaks his heart—truly, it does—to see the hurt shining in your eyes.

Why? You struggle to understand why he's being so cold all of a sudden. From warm snuggles to an icy cold glare—Zayne's mood shift was scaring you. 

Instead of answering, he goes into the kitchen and reappears a second later, holding a cup of water.

"Drink this all up and then I'll kiss you." 

His tone is deadpan, sharp green eyes never losing their sternness. 

To add insult to the injury, he scoffs, "Your breath probably smells after a whole day of not drinking water. The bacteria on your tongue alone could kill off a mouse." 

You gape, affronted. "Hey! Don’t be mean—" 

"Drink. Up." He leaves no room for you to argue; to huff your disbelief. Deciding to not be too difficult, especially when you've already had a hard day at work, you gulp down the water dutifully; a little too quickly until you choke and he pats your back. 

Once your coughing fit subsides, he tilts your head up, and like the first touch of cool morning dew on skin, his lips meet yours.

"More," you mumble, nails sinking into his soft dark hair, tugging slightly on his roots to voice your need.

Something about your sweet primary care physician boyfriend who's always yielding and gentle—restraining you from indulging in him until you did, as he said—made you throb all over. 

Zayne's minty cool breath fans across your face, his voice smooth as dark chocolate when he whispers, "You need to eat first. I know you haven't had a full meal today." 

Rubbing your nose against his, you whine. "If I do eat, can you kiss me more?" 

In answer, Zayne wraps his arms tightly around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Of course," he mumbles into your skin. "I'll give you so many kisses till you're sick of them."

Never, you thought. You would never get over the feeling of his lips on yours. Or the rough rasp of his palm on your thigh, gently kneading the flesh as you quickly ate the meal he cooked. 

If you thought his spur of tough love would end after tonight, you were sorely mistaken.

Kisses held hostage turn into refusals of even hugging you until you promise to finish your lunch at work. 

You feel Tara's stare burning holes into your side profile, brows crinkled as she looks past her desktop at your antics. 

Today, your phone leans against your monitor, and you were taking huge bites of the noodle dish Zayne prepared the night before.

"Filming a mukbang?" Tara inquires innocently. 

You shake your head, expression sour. "No," you quickly swallow your bite of food, and fix her with a look that speaks volumes. "Zayne." 

"Ah." 

Tara nods. "Dating a doctor isn't easy. I bet he tells you to pay attention to your health all the time, huh? But, you know what they say—an apple a day keeps the doctor away. At least, he'll stay off your case if you take care of yourself." 

Only she could make it sound so easy.

When you were called into the city to investigate a strange flux pattern, you had forgotten to let Zayne know you weren't coming home in time for dinner. 

How were you to know that the very second you stepped foot at home, he was already waiting with a scowl in place? 

"Zayne—" you start when you see him leaning against the kitchen doorframe, expression impassive.

He shushes you, tall and imposing; still in his pristine work suit from today.

"Have you at least had something to eat in the last 6 hours?" 

Remembering the little pact you both made, you nod quickly. "Mhm hmm! All my food is finished—cross my heart." You even remove your container from its insulated bag, shaking it lightly. "See? All empty." 

A shadow of a smile graces his lips. "Good. And how many cups of water did you drink?" 

Immediately, the smile drops from your face. "Uh... one? maybe two. I can't remember..."

The look in his eyes would've made you shrink away, if you couldn't already predict your boyfriend's next words.

"You are highly irresponsible with your own health, my darling." 

You wait for him to nag, but back up when he starts to approach you; the look on his face is unreadable. 

"What do I do with you, Y/N?" he sighs, and before you can react, cages you against the wall. The smell of his cologne—fresh and expensive—invades your nostrils.

Your head spins, all the blood going straight to your toes; your stomach falling when he leans forward, lips right at your ear.

"I guess I have to force you to take your health seriously. How do you think I will do that?" 

Zayne doesn't wait for you to answer. In one swift move, he has you in his arms, using his strength to carry you into the bedroom.

"Zayne," you squeak and gasp when he tosses you onto the bed. 

The mattress dips under his weight, his face inches from yours. Despite the change in his behavior, you tilt your lips up, needy and ready to feel his kisses. 

But, he never gives it to you. 

Instead, his large hands pin your wrists to the headboard, those sharp green eyes peering at you through half-mast lids. 

Zayne licks his lips, and subconsciously, you track the minute movement, biting on your own lower lip. 

The air turns heavier; sweetened with the promise of an unforgettable night. 

You accidentally tick your hips up, catching the front of his slacks. Your eyes widen when you feel an unmistakable bulge digging right into your crotch; Zayne's loss of composure pushing right into the heat of your thighs, demanding for your attention. 

In contrast, his expression doesn't change; an almost bored emerald gaze fixed on your every reaction. 

"You do know what will happen tonight, right?" 

Trying hard not to shiver, you nod. 

"Yes," you mumble, suddenly meek. 

"Yes, what?" 

You swallow, darting your gaze over his shoulder. He grunts, squeezing down on your wrists with enough pressure to make it throb, but not enough to leave a bruise.

"Sir!" You yelp. "Y-yes, Sir." 

One corner of his mouth ticks, and exhales a short huff. "Good. You still have your manners intact, I see."

Leaning up, he unbuttoned his vest. Using one hand to gather your wrists together, the free one was left to tug on his tie; Windsor knot giving way to a strip of his pale skin. 

You eyed the expanse of his neck hungrily; unabashed, even when his lips curl into a sinful smile.

“It seems like someone here has missed me,” Zayne whispers, and you fight back a shiver when he leans in, close enough for his breath to stir the loose locks on your cheeks. 

“I’m… sorry,” was all you could offer him weakly. Zayne’s thin lips curl into a smirk. At this point, you weren’t even sure why he wasn’t fucking you yet—what he was waiting for. “Please…” without a second thought, you clip your hips against his, trying to ease the tension between your thighs. “I need you, Zayne.���

His grunt was low—a warning. “Do you think you deserve it? I can’t keep reminding you to put yourself first, my darling. What if I’m gone? What would you do?” 

Even though it was a hypothetical question, your chest couldn’t help but squeeze at the thought of a Zayne-less life. You would rather feed yourself to a Wanderer than go a day without him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, earnest this time. “I was careless. I should’ve listened to you. I… I’ll try my best to take care of myself.” 

Zayne gives you a look, like he doesn’t believe you for a single second. It has you scrambling your ringing mind to say something else. 

But, before you do, the world tilts, and you’re in his lap. Zayne’s lips were an inch away from yours. You zero in on them. Missing how they would feel gently slotted against your own—when you disregard the hesitation to plant your mouth on his. 

Patiently, like a martyr or a long suffering saint, Zayne lets you kiss him. He doesn’t respond back, at least not like what you expect.

No flames, no passion. It was as good as kissing a stone statue.

There was no yield in his gaze; those flinty green eyes refusing to thaw.

You repress a full body shiver. 

Suddenly, the coolness of the room becomes more pronounced. You feel the chill on your skin, where his long fingers wrap around your fleshy hips spilling past the Hunter-standard pants.

“I should punish you for that.” 

A flurry of movement. Your face meets the downy mattress, mouthful of cotton stoppering your protests. 

Sharp, stinging pain explodes across your ass. The sound of a large palm meeting skin echoes around the room again; your surprised yelp bouncing from wall to wall.

Soothingly, he rubs the ache from your tender globes, and in a voice dripping with sympathy, whispers, “I apologize for having to do this, my Aurora.”

Your back arches, the sudden awareness of your vulnerability penetrating your fuzzy mind. Pinned to the bed, his bigger frame pressing down on yours—you were trapped in the eye of a frigid storm.

“Zayne,” you whine, too aware of how warm his body felt on yours. 

I promise to take care of you, his voice rings in your head. Of memories during summer nights, skin stuck to skin, your head on his chest. I can’t lose you—not to the Wanderers or your own carelessness.

Zayne ceaselessly kept that promise—his devotion unmatched. And you were carelessly throwing it away every single day, right in his face. Denying his care, his treatment.

It all became clear to you in that split second.

He was past waiting for your excuses and apologies; all he wants is to make sure you never forget yourself ever again. 

Zayne props you on his lap once more, leaning back against the headboard.

“I want you to cum—”

It’s embarrassing how quickly you perk up only to be let down when he disclaims his generosity with a contradictory footnote.

“—without my help.”

He rests his head back, the arch of his neck tempting you to plant kisses down the pale stretch of skin; his Adam’s apple bobbing. The silence grows; you feel like you could suffocate from the chill spreading between your two tense bodies.

You shift forward, incredulous. “What the heck do you mean by that?” 

Zayne flickers his gaze to where your crotch snugly fits on top of his thigh. “You’re a smart girl… I’m sure you will figure it out soon.”

You huff, a pout pushing your displeasure right into his face. 

“You’re mean. I already said I was sorry.” 

But, he wasn’t going to budge. If there was one thing Zayne would never compromise on, it was caring for you. Sometimes, it scared you—how utterly serious he took his job as your caretaker in and out of the hospital walls. 

No amount of reasoning could change his mind. It was either you play his game, or walk away with that pit gnawing right at the bottom of your stomach—unfulfilled and gaping.

You lean back. Friction, burning hot, zings up your spine, and suddenly, what he wants you to do clicks in. 

“Oh.” 

You swallow. Outside, rain begins to splatter on the windowpane. The world goes blue and dark, holding its breath in tandem with yours.

Locking your hands on his shoulders, you lean forward. Then, shift back. And do it again and again until you feel the heat burning you up; razing your self control down to ashes as you let out a small, shaky moan. 

“Good girl,” Zayne whispers into the dark of your room. “You’re so pretty like this—getting off on my thigh.” 

You peel your teary eyes onto his softening ones. His jaw clenches, and a vein throbs in his temple. He fights back the urge to thrust up—to meet your sensual grinding. It was a losing battle. Every needy whimper slipping past your wet lips sends a pleasurable jolt to his cock. But, he can’t give in just yet. You had to learn your lesson the hard way. 

There’s an indecent spot of wetness staining his slacks. The dark material of your pants hides your arousal well, but Zayne can practically smell you. 

Sweet musk and a fragrant vanilla. 

His heart thrums wildly, staccato beats that match the constant pulsing of his aching cock. 

I need her so badly. He wants nothing more than to be buried in you; to watch you fall apart under his tender care. 

Every mellifluous whimper dripping from your lax mouth makes him see stars; coated with ecstasy, your eagerness continues to seep into the expensive fabric of his slacks. 

Zayne makes a mental note to get it dry cleaned at his earliest convenience. 

It should’ve annoyed him—this extra chore on his already burdened shoulders. But, he doesn’t care much for the cost of sending his expensive, tailored suits to the best dry cleaners in Linkon City. 

He would let you squirt all over them ten times over if it meant he could bring you to your zenith of pleasure and back. 

Those beautiful emerald eyes never leave yours; devouring every reaction. Studying your shifts and dips. Calculating his next move in his head.

You might’ve thought Zayne was hewn from rock with how quiet he was. 

But, if you would look closer, you would’ve seen how his hands were stuffed into fists right by his side. The shake in his breath when you toss your head back. How he could barely keep his jaw from tightening when you mewl out his name.

I promise to take care of her—no matter what. Caleb and your grandmother were witnesses to his solemn vow. 

He would keep his word. Do everything in his power to keep their precious girl in line—even if she thought it was unfair.

“Zayne, please,” you try to beg again. He only scoffs. 

Mean. He was so, so mean. 

You were aching all over, yearning for it. Needing his touch and attention on your body to drive yourself over the edge. 

Unfortunately for you, his self-control is immaculate. It doesn’t fold nor break. In the operation room, and outside of it, his priority was to maintain a level-headed calm wherever he went. 

But, inwardly, with you on his lap; all pouty, kissable lips and pussy dripping her excitement on his thigh, Zayne finds his famed composure cracking under the weight of your desire.

“Zayne,” you hiccup. “Please. Please. Touch me.”

Large, veiny hands grip your thighs, dragging you close. 

His mouth finally presses on yours, and it feels like a sparked flame striking near a mountain of straw.

He tries to keep his wits—he really does. Reminds himself not to indulge you again; to finally make you see how much he cares for you through this cruel game.

Like a fluctuation cutting through permanent winds that flow steadfastly North, only you had the power to sway his decisions. 

"Zayne," you moan into his mouth.

Then, in an instant, the flame sparks. The mountain of dry yearning goes up.

Every carefully constructed ploy is destroyed. 

Zayne kisses you like his life depended on it. Messy, clacking teeth, spit mixing and running down chins; hot hands grappling any inch of skin available. 

Your clothes were pushed off your body and onto the floor. Zayne’s luxurious vest and button down shirt was almost torn from his body by your eager hands. 

The bare lines of his torso and muscular thighs fit perfectly with yours, his body slotting in between your spread legs. 

Sharp lines bloom down his back, your nails dragging down his skin; his eyes almost rolling back into his head when he sinks into your heat.

“Shit,” he cusses, almost inaudible. The sound of wetness meeting in the darkening room, your moans and his heavy pants fill the air. 

Good girl. Move your hips like that. You’re doing so well for me. I love you. I love you. If you disobey me again, your punishment will be more severe. You’re everything to me, my Aurora. 

“Zayne!” your cry shatters like a bullet unloading from a smoking gun. He almost flinches back when you squeal right in his ear, back tensing and arching like a taut string.

Slipping a hand in between your bodies, he nudges and plays with your clit, drawing your high to an unbearable tension.

He feels your heels digging into his hips, your sweet pussy squeezing down on his length like the world’s most precious love declaration. You bury your face into his neck; feel his pulse fluttering against your lips.

“Inside,” you whimper, as if you could read his mind. “I want you inside, Zayne.”

He grunts, his entire body trembling from the force of the tight band around his lower body. 

Zayne ruts up into you, little more than an animal in heat—the ridges and bumps of your pussy gets him in a higher state of mind, delirious enough to start moaning shamelessly. 

You grip his face, touching your foreheads together. Zayne’s lips find yours, and within that split second you believe something fundamentally true. 

That in every life, every form, every stretch between space and time—you would never forget how his lips feel like on yours. 

A shuddering breath right on your neck. The twitch of his cock nudging right on your sweet, golden spot. 

You tense, toes curling—

—and shatter around his cock gloriously. 

Warmth spreads deep in your body, taking over your toes and fingers. Driving you heady with the taste of him on your tongue. 

Zayne finishes inside you, breathing hard against the shell of your ear. 

The silence is broken by his soft gasp, and you feel the wet pull of his cock out of your puffy pussy. Immediately, he replaces the emptiness with the full circle of his arms around your tired body.

You sigh, sticky and filled with longing, face protected right in the crook of his neck.

“Zayne?” 

“Hmm?” 

He plays with a loose lock of your hair. Not one for many words, Zayne’s actions speak louder and sweeter than any poetry you had ever read.

Rolling you over, he hovers close, lips gently brushing your cheeks, temple and finally, your lips.

“I love you,” your confession spurs something primal and tender in his soul. He kisses you once, twice, to wipe out the dark need to claim you again and again until every fiber of your skin is written with his name.

“I love you, too.” 

He presses one long kiss onto your forehead and chuckles to himself.

"Come on. Follow me to the kitchen. Don't think I forgot about those 8 glasses of water you didn't drink today..."

a/n: if this man wants me to watch for my health, i'll make sure my medical report comes back with an A+

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Joshua (SVT) | Head pats comfort | 0.9k | gn!reader A/N: inspired by shua being 2 apples tall in the new vid and @hanniedream trying to end my existence every single day

“Is everything alright?” you ask Joshua and take his hand when he sighs and leans down to kiss the top of your head as a greeting.

“Had a bad day,” he murmurs, “I’ll just take a quick shower and be right back.”

Usually you’d have enough time to prepare snacks and drinks for a comfy evening on the couch turned into a safe haven. However, he is true to his words and you barely manage to pull out the pillows and blankets before he comes back. He all but pulls you down on the couch and lies down on your chest. He doesn’t give you space to argue. And since he’s already lying on top of you, you know better than to expect to move any time soon.

“That bad?” you hug him closer. He just hums and rubs his cheek on your chest.

“The new choreo is really hard,” he explains after a while, “I can’t keep up.”

“I gave it my best but it’s too fast. I’m not the only one struggling but it feels like I’m the worst,” he rants on, “Maybe I’m just not fit to be an idol.”

“You know that’s not true, Shua,” you sigh, “It keeps getting harder, so it’ll take a while to adjust.”

He makes an unconvincing sound of acknowledgement.

“You’re amazing and you’re doing well despite the hurdles,” you say, rubbing his back. He melts into your embrace, so it’s a little surprising when he starts arguing.

“You’re just saying that,” he whispers like he didn’t mean for you to hear. But you did.

“Are you calling me a liar?” You accuse.

“No no,” he startles and gets up enough to face you. His eyes are wide and there’s a worried wrinkle between his brows. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad,” you reassure, “I just wouldn’t say something I don’t mean.”

“I know,” he lies back down and hides his face into your neck.

“You can vent if you want, though,” you encourage.

At first he seems hesitant, placing a soft kiss on your neck without speaking up. That’s fine with you as well. After all, you don’t want to push him. His comfort is always your first priority. You hold him tightly, stroking up and down his spine with your other hand. At times it almost seems like he fell asleep, but even that would be alright.

“I just feel like I hit a wall,” he starts off quietly, “I don’t feel like I’m making much progress in anything. Definitely not as fast or as much as I used to when I was younger.”

“You’re right that the performances are getting harder, but I should be able to adapt, shouldn’t I? Soonyoung handles it fine,” he rambles on, sighing a little.

“Soonyoung is a beast though,” you remind him, making him chuckle.

“Yeah, but I’m still lacking behind the others too,” he confesses, no longer laughing. He sounds so discouraged you just want to do something to lift his worries, if only a little. “I’m too slow. I had a hard time with the recording too. I think I’m just, I don’t know. Maybe I’m not made for this, maybe I just got lucky that I could do this for this long and now my lack of talent is showing. Do you think I’m getting too ol-“

Joshua’s voice dies in his throat and he lifts his head to meet your eyes. 

“Why did you pat my head?” He asks confused (but at least distracted).

“Took you a while to notice,” you huff, averting your eyes, “You always do it too.”

You don’t stop though and pat his head once again, then running your fingers through his hair. Just like he does when you are upset.

“That explains less than you think,” he smiles a little.

“It’s comforting when you do it. Makes my worries seem smaller,” you mumble, only looking at him when he turns your head with his fingers under your chin. You make a surprised noise when his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. “I just couldn’t listen to you talk like that when I know it’s not true.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” He parrots your words from earlier. 

“Yeah, Joshua, I am,” you roll your eyes, kissing him again, “So be a good boy and stop lying.”

He laughs, nodding before diving in for one more kiss. He adjusts his position so he can rest his forehead against yours without straining his neck. 

“You know I would do anything for you,” he kisses your nose this time, “I just don’t think I can do it today.”

”I’m here for you,” you remind him, “You can tell me everything and if you lie I’ll correct you.”

He laughs, shaking his head. He connects your lips again before settling down on your chest again. 

He makes you do as you promised, nuzzling closer whenever you remind him that he’s feeling down and shouldn’t take those thoughts too seriously as he shares all that’s been weighing him down. If he’s especially hesitant to admit to something, you remind him of his successes. He doesn’t like to hear about them, but still listens because he likes your voice.

And strangely, he likes it when you pat his head and run your fingers through his hair too.

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Baby Fever

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You love watching Joel adapt to being a dad so effortlessly. You make it your mission tonight to give him another baby, whether he wants to or not.

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, ovulating reader, dubish-con for Joel but he ain't complainin', cum eating, ball sucking, oral both male and female receiving, cowgirl / riding, missionary, rough sex, dom! reader, slight sub!Joel if you squint, mentions of condoms (wow rare one for me huh--no plz wrap it up), Daddy kink

18+ ONLY

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It’s probably the first time Joel has absolutely no care for Sunday night football. Instead, you watch with heart eyes as he lies against the opposite couch, head propped only by a pillow. He’s exhausted today. Grunting when he finally collapsed on the couch, sighing heavily as his joints ached and cracked. His eyes are puffy, near closed and fighting sleep. It’s been a restless 7 months for him just as much as you.

Meanwhile, wide eyed, giggly , and conveniently 7-month-old Sarah has become obsessed with Daddy Miller now. She sits in her diaper on Joel’s chest, watching him with admiration. A big curious smile plastered on her face as she bounces and slaps his face with her uncoordinated hands. 

They’re just looking at one another, in their own world. She brings a fat bitty palm on his cheek, watching the way it smushes his whiskered skin each time she rubs. Almost about to giggle with fascination, she instead decides to adjusts herself hunched over his face. Joel chuckles with her. He makes pouty fish faces, and she bursts into laughter each time. 

You watch as her little finger hooks into his mouth. “Ow!” He says softly, faking pain. She laughs again and smashes her cheek onto his scruffy beard. Sitting back again, she just looks down in awe. 

Your heart could burst right now. They pay no attention to you in the room, but you could watch them all night if you could. A gentle, heartwarming thrum tugs at your chest. 

This. This is what it’s all about. This is what your mom meant all those years. You would never have understood her words about family, about love, about the greatest moments of your life being the smallest, simplest ones too, like sitting in the living room together quietly.

And Joel—Joel being so incredibly perfect like this. He’s graying and his grouchy and he’s got bags under his eyes, but this moment makes him the perfect husband. The perfect father. The perfect person you could see every morning and fall in love with every time. It makes your body jittery with excitement on impulse now.

Sarah knee’s forward a little too much, her chunky knee falling onto Joel’s jugular. She laughs loudly as he chokes, his hands coming to grasp her securely from falling. Her bum scootches back on Joel’s chest as she sits up, patting his eyes affectionately. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles and blows kisses to her.

The baby bares her gummy mouth and tiny teeth back. She pets his cheek gently, watching him closely. Her little eyes working over every detail, almost like she’s etching him to memory. The different colors and textures, features like the point of his knows and the crinkle of his forehead. Her big head falls forward, forehead bumping his eye again. 

You laugh as Joel squints. Unfortunate for him, she props herself on a wiggly ankle and then completely launches her whole body over his face. Joel yelps from below and starts blowing air into her belly, making farting noises as she erupts into a fit of loud squeals and wiggles. The squirmy wormy fat belly keeps getting gobbled up by Joel’s playful eating.  He lifts her like she weighs nothing, because truthfully she does, and sets her bum back on his chest.

Little Sarah can’t be kept away from Daddy for long, and she immediately hunches over his head again and stares into his eyes. Eventually she settles along his shoulder. She smushes her chubby smooth cheek against his rough, scratchy one. His whole head is almost the size of her, but it doesn’t both either of them. She’s so at home with him so close. 

You wave to her and whisper “Wanna come to Mommy?” with open arms.

She giggles like that’s sooo fucking funny before rubbing her face on Joel’s lips to say nah uh. She sneezes once, thankfully on his beard rather than eyeballs, before tucking herself against his neck and slowly closes her eyes, falling asleep on Daddy. 

A few more minutes pass until Joel can tell she’s completely out. Her body curled up like a pill bug, a bit of drool starting to creep its way into his nostrils. It’s time to put her to bed.

Joel carefully cradles her into his arms and lifts himself up from the couch. He takes his babygirl, the softest, warmest, most delicate thing he’s ever held with his callused hands, all the way down to her bedroom. His palms cupped tightly under her bum while the other caresses her back, her cheek against his collarbone as she sleeps soundly.

With utmost care and precision that he’s practiced a million times, he puts her into the crib. She lays out on her back and stretches comfortably without stirring. With his hand the size of her entire torso, he always rests it against her to feel each big inhale of air filling her belly and lungs before exhaling. Marveled that this little tiny thing alive and real, here, every day like the most miraculous thing in the cosmos, and its all because of you. 

He’ll never get over it. Never go a day seeing her without thinking she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Nothing he’s ever made with his hands—not this crib or this room, that rocking chair, the bear he stitched up, nor the ceiling fan or table downstairs that he built from years steady craftsmanship—nothing will ever come close to the love and pride that fills him when he sees this little thing right here. His daughter. His babygirl. His whole life now.

He’d stay in here forever and watch her from above like some creep if he could. Instead, Joel leans down and plants a soft kiss on her forehead, brushing her curly hair before carefully sliding out of the room and cracking the door.

He’s barely pulled away from the door knob when aggressive hands yank him back and push him against the opposite wall with such force, he nearly shouts. Picture frames shudder crookedly as wet lips attach themselves to his own. 

Joel’s never been pinned to a wall like this, but he’s not opposed to the way desperate, famished whimpers translate from your mouth to his, the way your tongue forces its way to glide over his teeth and tangle with his. Your hands wring the collar of his shirt in tight fists, and his back keeps getting smashed against the wall each time he tries to lean closer to you.

“W-mm-wha—mmmm-mmfff!—what are you—?“

“I want another one,” you growl. He shivers at how wracked your voice is. Beyond desperate, beyond control and savagely hungry. “Right. Now.”

He furls his brows. “W—?“ but you immediately latch yourself onto him again. 

His hands gently cup right above your ass, trying to be intimately appropriate, but you have other ideas. Your palms splay on his chest as you scratch your nails down to his crotch. Immediately fisting his rapidly hardening length out of his sweatpants. Joel’s head falls back against the picture frames.  He groans softly as you begin to pump him. Your tongue swipes your lips with a devilish grin, feeling him swell.

“Don’t you wanna put a baby in me?” You coo. Little nips to his lips don’t phase him, nor your words, as he slowly falls apart.

“Fuck—shit—“ he rasps. “But you just—“ he glances down to Sarah’s cracked bedroom down the hall. And how you specifically said you weren’t ready to try for another kid until Sarah was at least 3. “What has gotten into you??”

“Your seed—hopefully soon,” you smirk. 

He’s struggling to keep his trail of thoughts as you spit in your hand and continue to jerk him off expertly. Despite his size, the sheer force of your conviction right now has him pinned helplessly as you kiss and fist him.

“I—“

“Cmon Daddy, don’t you wanna make me a Mommy again? Get me all knocked up and show me off, how much you like breeding me…”

Joel Miller is not a strong man. Maybe he can lug concrete and lumber all day, pull wasp stingers and blisters from his own hands, carry a pregnant woman who’s gained 50 pounds in milkshakes alone—but god he’s a weak weak man for you when you’re like this. The greatest danger of all:

“Shit, are you ovulating???”

To his horror, you nod eagerly. 

You get to your knees quickly, and he sees how blown your pupils are staring up at his erect length. The little bob in your neck as you pinch the tip, licking the salty precum from your fingers. 

“I don’t think this is a good—“

All his words evaporate from his mind the second you wrap your lips around his fucking balls. He grits his teeth and slams his head back against the wall, fighting the demons, particularly the one on her knees right now who’s generously sucking each one into her mouth.

With one hand pumping his cock over your forehead, your tongue swilrs and massages his sack. Suckling and releasing them with a pop before transferring to the other. 

He covers his mouth with a slap. 

Christ, you’re literally prepping them. Getting his seed ready and raring for your eggs to accept with loving arms.

You cup them in your warm hands, continuing their massage as your mouth engulfs his dick. bobbing your head obscenely, you take his tip to the back of your throat. The pressure on his mouth tightens from the whine burrowed in his throat when his tip nudges your esophagus like its nothing, squeezing around him before pulling away again in the tight heat of your skilled mouth.

He can’t compete. Can’t think. Not when you’re sucking him off like the tastiest, juiciest hot wings, all meat slurped clean from the bone in a single suck. 

His eyes feel hazy as you work him, gargled noises filling his hears. He wants to blow his load. Yeah, maybe that’s it. He’ll cum down your throat right now, and you won’t get any—

As if reading his thoughts, you pull off his throbbing cock. A wet string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips. You look so gorgeously sinful right now: swollen lipped and crazy eyed. 

He’s in serious trouble.

Inhuman strength yanks him down the hall and into your bedroom like a leashed dog. You chunk him on the bed, his back bouncing once before you’re shoving him down, crawling over his body and pinning him like a wooden slat.

No. Bad bad bad idea. 

‘Maybe…” he gulps. You don’t listen as you pull his pants all the way down to his ankles—effectively keeping them trapped around the fabric so he can’t get away.  “—I should get the condom…”

Your head snaps to him with an angered snarl. 

He tentatively reaches for your face, but you snatch him down and pin his hand above the bed. “Fuck your condoms,” you growl.

He nods fearfully. He prays to the horny devil, who overcomes women once a month and helps procreate the human race, to please have mercy on his wife and release her from the chokehold possession the demon has wrapped around her.

He didn’t even notice when you had striped your underwear, but your naked pussy is already slobbering atop his tip. He gasps at the warm, wet drool, thick like syrup, coating his tip. You giggle vivaciously and begin to rub it between your folds.  “You ready for it, baby?” You coo. “You’re gonna give me another one, Daddy. Right. Now.”

You soften just a bit, if possible with carnivorous crave licking your tongue over your teeth. “I’ll take care of everything, just sit there and let Mommy handle the breeding.”

WeakWeakWeakWEAK fucking man, Joel Miller.

You gasp loudly as you sink down onto his pulsing length. Joel’s whole body goes taught, the veins in his neck strained so tight they may burst before his cock does.

“Ugghrrmmgmgmmmmhgggffff Fuck yeah, Shit, that’s sooooooo fucking good, Joel, Fill me up, been needing this fat cock buried in my tight pussy all fucking night. Oh my god!” You squeal, quickly bouncing up and down on him until your ass is slapping his thighs. 

F-F-f-f-f-f-f-f-fuuuuucccckkkkkkk.” He daringly tilts forward to see you hungrily riding his dick back and forth, your hips working so effortlessly. Tongue lolled out with a big grin on your face.

“Fuckin love watching you be a Daddy! M’gonna take it, take your fucking cum in my fertile little cunt until I’m bursting with your baby again.”

He needs to tell you that you need to heal more first. That you’re still tired, and new as a mom, and freshly off the first child. But when he sees your tits jumping up and down with each movement, the way they’re still heavy and forever changed from the last time he knocked you up, he keeps his lips shut, except for the huffs of pleasure flowering in his body.

You’re bouncing fast for his seed. Not even god’s entire army of angles could deny this. He thinks about how your droopy tummy right now reminds him of when you were first starting to show while pregnant with Sarah, and the realization only then that you were really pregnant dawned on him. It was the period of best sex because he could still be rough with you, but admire that tiny swell that he put inside of you. Reminds him of right now, that he could do it all over again right fucking now and you’re letting him. So greedy and desperate for it, just for him to flood your womb with more cum and more babies and—

Fuck, fuck don’t cum Miller. 

But the image of your swollen body again, milky fat tits and wide hips  accepting him—shit no that’s making it worse!

Ok—he thinks about the 9 months straight of pure hell: your attitude, demands, yelling, crying, exhaustion. How bitchy and annoying you get, pushing him past his envelope to serve your needy wants until he’s over the edge and pins ya both right back in this exact position with him pounding the shit out of you—

He thrusts his hips up and grasps your waist. Taking over and fucking up into you because the thought of Pregnant Wife You all over again and needing to take care of you once more has him in a feral deathtrap.

You yelp as Joel flips the two of you over. Your thighs fall even further apart as he completely slots his body between them and goes to pound down on your cunt. “Oh SHIT OH FUCKYESDADDY!” You cry with a smile, arms slinging over his shoulders to hold him down close to you.

You keen, so high and dumb you’re begging for it. Legs wrapped around him securely with no room to pull out. 

He grunts anomalistically, over and over again with each fast rut into you. Your fingers grip his hair tightly and pull his face next to yours. “You’re gonna fucking cum inside me,” you growl through bared teeth. He fucks you faster. Eyes so dilated, heart pressed against yours like a race. 

“Fill me up baby, breed me—breedmebreed-breed-breedmeDaddy fuck oh my god yesyesyesyesYES!”

He can’t stop his hips from moving, can’t stop the delicious plunge of his angry dick into your sweet sweet tight slit. He probably looks ridiculous—knees spread so wide on the mattress to really dig each thrust deep inside, wearing only a T shirt with his ass and swollen balls hanging out and humping desperately into your mound. 

He hisses through clenched teeth into your neck, cheeks puffing out with each blow. You keep encouraging him with more naughty thoughts of making him Daddy over and over and over again and any sane man would be insane right now. 

He’s thought about breeding you every day since you even found out you were expecting. He mourns the loss of your pregnant glow. Joel loves you, beautiful each day, but something about seeing his wife swell with the clear evidence of his love, her own body and mind changing by the minute because of him …he wants you pregnant again. For the rest of your life. Stuffed full of his kids. Round and fertile like a goddess. Once he got a taste of you like that, no husband would ever miss the chance to do it again. 

He wants it so badly, so little clarity left in him that is screaming ‘pulloutpulloutpulloutpullout’ as he pounds pounds pounds your womb. He may break his jaw from how tightly clenched he is. Nothing matters more than giving you exactly what you’re begging for.

He grunts even louder, and you tighten your legs around him even more, knowing he’s close. 

“Oh fuckFUCK Yes Baby give it to me!!—FUcking cum, Daddy oh shit—oh RIGHT—RIGHT FUCKING THERE! Come inside, I know you wanna Daddy just fucking cum in my little womb, let’s make a fucking baby, knock me up right now!!”

He shouts, and fate grants him mercy at the last possible second; his cock slips out and nudges itself along your ass as he spills his load onto your slit and the bedsheets.

You shake your head and start swearing, but he’s still on top of you, whining and jerking with each pulse of seed that is just shooting like a geyser from his tip. He lets out a long moan, closing his eyes. His cock twitches a few more times before finally going empty.

He sits back just a bit, trying to even his breathing. Joel Miller has never been so overwhelmed by an orgasm before that he loses sense of where he is for a few seconds. All covered in sweat, his heart rate dangerously high from such a fantastic cum.

He hazily opens his eyes to see you scooping his cum from your ass and the mattress, dragging it up along your slit and pushing as much of his cream into as you can salvage.

“NO!” He shouts, quickly grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your side. You wail out, physically squirming and trying to wiggle from his grasp. He watches you thrash madly but to no avail. Your poor cunt clenches and unclenches, his probably trying to make its way from your folds to your womb right now…

Joel quickly bends down, hands still firmly on your wrists, and puts his mouth on your cunt. You gasp out, strained and pathetic, as he begins to suck out of his seed from your slit. For good measures, he licks it from your crack and ass too, everything rapidly being scooped by his talented tongue gulped down his throat, away from your dangerous eggs.

Your heels come up along his back and press down hard. He shouts into your cunt when you cum. Clit twitching like a heartbeat while your much needed orgasm rolls through you. Your walls clench so tightly around nothing, you can’t help but whimper at the loss despite shaking through the euphoria for so long. Joel does what he can, working his tongue through it all until your sounds get softer, more satisfied. 

“Euughh—salty,” he says with a shiver, wiping his lips clean of all his and your cum. You both pant together with the last ebb of your orgasms settling.

“You alright, babe?” 

Tears begin to well in your eyes. Lips trembling with a pathetic mewl spilling past your lips.

It takes 3 seconds of Joel hugging you close before feels you begin to hump his thighs.

“Honey—Honey please don’t cry, its just—you get this way when you’re ovulating, and ya’d be mad at me if I actually did breed you—“

You nod solemnly despite wiping your tears and burning your face into your hands. No he’s right. you weren’t thinking straight. So horny and desperate to be filled, you didn’t think anything through it. Just needed him balls deep emptying every bit of sperm into you like you were made for nothing else.

“Oh—oh no—“

Joel snatches your arms and throws you off him. He quickly snatches his pants and runs out the door, closing it behind him. You slam against the frame and shout, “GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING COCK, MILLER!”

You nuzzle your face into his shirt and inhale, getting yourself high on his scent while your slick pussy does a number on him. Your smooth, seductive, temptress voice nearly lulls him under your spell again: “Fuck—fuck Daddy—can we do it one more time—please?My pussy—she’s so—nnnmm—feels so empty…I’ll—ugghhhhhh oo ff-ff—fuuccckkk—I’ll let you—ah—haaa!—pull out—“

He yanks back. “THE HELL YOU WILL.”

He holds the knob tight despite its aggressive rattling. Joel quickly ties his sweatpants legs from the door handle to the hallway guard rail, stretched to keep them at odds and effectively locking you in. 

“Not till you behave!” 

He hears you go quiet for a moment before you erupt into a long wail like a baby. At the same time, poor little Sarah can’t handle all this raucous, awakening from her sleep and crying through the cracked bedroom.

Joel wipes his face, knowing he’s done the right thing. But now at the cost of an irritated baby that’s gonna make him carry her all night, he’s reconsidering having just pumped you full in the first place and calling it a day.

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[youraverageaemondsimp]

Riding A Dragon // aemond x wife!reader

; This was based off this post by @ophelialaufey !! sorry this is a bit short.

NSFW:MDNI! fingering, clit stimulation, doing the deed on top of vhagar bro, public sex(?) it's literally in the skies, riding, slightly breast play, not proofread, ONE SHOT.

“Come.” Aemond commands, dragging you by your hand to the open space of dragonpit, before he calls for Vhagar.

“Aemond! You can't be serious right now!” you hiss, trying to pry your hand away from his grip but he remains firm, “Oh I am, Dear wife. When we had just married, you expressed your excitement to ride Vhagar, I thought today would be the perfect day.” he says smugly.

“I am really grateful for your thoughtfulness husband, but I fear I'm incapable, what if she doesn't like me? Or worse she eats me—” you voice your concerns but aemond hushes.

“She won't, she knows how much I love you, she can feel it through the dragon bond.” he confesses and you blush, bowing your head down in shyness.

A large shadow falls over the both of you before vhagar lands, bare fitting in the open space, you watch as she growls as you, and you stand there frozen in fear.

“Come.” he let goes of your hand before going near her head, giving her pats and rubbing her scales in a soothing way, she relaxes into his touch and you slowly stalk towards her, her eye looks at you in question.

Aemond takes your hand in his before he presses it against her scales, you tense up not knowing what to do but aemond guides you, directing in a motion that it seems like your petting her, you soon do it on your own and you notice her letting her guard down from you.

She purrs in content which makes you chuckle, Aemond smiles looking at the both of you

“Let's go, wife.” he says going off her to her and you stop petting her to follow him, he helps you climb her, it wasn't an easy task considering you were still in your dress which is very much unfit for dragon riding but aemond helps you through it, staying right behind and making sure you don't fall.

You sit in the front on the saddle while Aemond sits behind you, adjusting you so it's comfortable for you and him, his hands on your waist pulling you close to him before they leave and grip on the reins from either side of you.

“Soves Vhagar!” he says and Vhagar is quick to take off into the skies, you close your eyes in fear, feeling the wind hit your face at such speed when she takes off into the sky.

You open your eyes when you feel the wind become more gentle as Vhagar stations above the sky, you gasp when you see that you're above the clouds, surrounded by even more clouds, you smile brightly and turn a little to look at aemond who was already looking at you, he presses a kiss to the side of your head before you both fly on Vhagar.

Some time passes and you enjoy the breeze that is hitting against your hair until you feel Aemond wrap one his hands around your waist tightly than before, pulling you against him, and that's when you felt it, something poking against your backside, you look at him and he gives a smirk, making you blush.

You thought he would tell vhagar to land to take care of the business but what he does shocks you.

He hikes your skirt up, hand grazing from your leg to your thighs as he lifts your skirts further and further, you try to swat his hands away but his grip remains firm and he shoots you a warning glare, his hand trails under your bunched up skirt and rests on your inner thigh before he draws small circles there, causing you to gasp.

His hand trails further up and he feels how wet you are through your small clothes, “Oh you're dripping.” he says which makes you flustered, he pushes your small clothes aside, ripping it a little in hurry.

He fingers dip in your wet folds, making you lean against his chest as you let out a contented sigh, to which he smirks at, his middle finger travels to your opening before gathering the slick from there and bring it up to your clit, rubbing small circles cause you to twitch in his grip.

His pace is painfully slow, almost as if he is making it slow on purpose, which he was, he rubs gentle circles on your clit before his hand dips down further and once again pokes at your entrance.

He shifts, making you space to lean back further against him to give him more access, just then vhagar let's out a loud growl because she felt how agitated aemond was, causing you to panic but aemond holds you still, “Lykiri vhagar, lykiri.” he says calmly and the beast calms down.

His pushes his finger inside causing you whimper before he slowly moves it, “Look at you enjoying this, aren't you indecent?” he whispers in your earaking you whine, his fingers rub against a rough patch causing you to moan loudly, his other hand which was holding your waist leaves and travels to your clit, stimulating both at the same time.

You wriggle in his grip at the sensation, “Be still, you'll fall.” he growls lowly into your ear causing you to halt your movements, he let's go of your clit and his hand travels up to grope your breasts, giving them a squeeze as his fastens the pace of his fingers buried in your cunt.

“F-fuck a-aemond!” he pinches your breast meanly, you can feel yourself rapidly reaching your peak, the coil in your core tightening at an immense rate before finally snapping.

You let out a loud moan into the skies, falling limp against Aemond to which he chuckles meanly at, he draws his fingers out before bring it up to his lips and licking them clean, causing you to blush at the sight.

He let's out a contented hum at the taste while you breathe heavily, tired and recovering from the bliss of your peak.

“Oh don't tell me you're tired now, you have another dragon to ride.” he whispers in your ear, you were confused at first, not understanding what he meant.

It was only when he landed vhagar and dragged you to the keep to your shared chambers had you realised what he meant.

He wanted you to ride him.

And ride him you did, for hours, overstimulating both him and yourself.

You fell limply on the bed, exhausted from the events of the day, aemond propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you before kissing your forehead.

Riding two dragons in a day is exhausting, you figured.

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[anotherlifelesshawksloverplshelp]

~FLEXIBLE~

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X READER

Okay so it's kinda smut with plot tho (sorta not really)okay just TRUST ME ON THIS.

I've had this idea plaguing me where essentially Bakugo is definitely an intense person. He can be loving, but the mans cant help but want certain things. He loves when his baby is struggling to keep it together for him, or having to try things for his praise yk (i cant summarize things well).

After a long day/during an aggressive session, y/n cant fully handle it, not being flexible enough, so his health aware self whom always pays attention to maximize health via diet and physical wellness makes it his priority each day to stretch with her for her health and to solve their little problem. :]

It's pretty short, sorry<3

i just had to get it off my chest T^T

18+ content NSFW(mdni), fem! reader, fluff + smut, penetration(very short) <3

`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` It all begun from one rough night, the product of a rough day at work. Bakugou came back home late in a fit, slamming the door behind him and throwing his stuff on the couch. What gave it away other than the slam of the door? He was a real neat freak. He believed there was a right and a wrong way to do everything, that everything had a place. When he was like this, just dropping his things, usually it had to do with some form of intense emotion. Unfortunately (or so people might say), it was frustration. "Kats, is everything okay?" You call out from the room, having been enjoying a book until he got there. You got up, trailing lightly, rather innocently out to the living room to catch him discarding items onto the couch from pieces of his gear to extra clothing. His crimson eyes lock onto you as he stepped up, pulling you firmly into a kiss.

Despite his apparent aggression, he was nothing but ever gentle with you (outside of bed of course), his big hands holding your face with much care as he took your breath away. The heat of his body radiated from his skin, the contact of your faces and the grip he had on you conducting it over to steadily increase your temperature, the room feeling hot.

When he pulls away, your delicate, flushed face looking up at him through with such pretty eyes, he couldn't help himself. His lips crash into yours again, his hands finding your waistband, tugging them down slightly. He always paused to ask, even if it wasn't verbal. You pull him in deeper, answering his question with a matching want.

He's quick to pull them down, dropping them to your ankles, which you flick away absentmindedly, too focused on his physical presence.

"Turn around for me, baby." He murmurs, patting your hip. You turn to face the counter but he shakes his head, grabbing your waist and turning you away from the surface, doing everything in his power not to slap that pretty ass of yours. "Ah, nope, we're trying something new." He hums as he broke his dick free from his pants, letting them fall down his thighs, holding the base carefully rubbing up along your folds, always sure to focus on how you could enjoy the moment. You shudder, letting out an airy sigh as he does so, voicing what you do and don't like always making him feel that much better about the way he fucks you. He can only the best, after all.

He gives a light slap to your ass, gripping the round plush of it before sliding his hand to get a good grip on your hip, lining up before sinking in, groaning gutturally as he took his time to indulge in you. You coo as he does so, fluttering at the feeling. He adjusts, drawing his hips away slowly just to make them meet again. You cant help but moan prettily over his dick, and he took that in proudly.

He pats your hip again, bringing one foot to the inner base of yours, knocking it to widen your stance, running a hand up from your ass to the small of your back, coaxing you lower. "Go ahead and get lower for me." He hums, drinking the sight. Your hands touch the ground, low enough to bend your elbows slightly, but not going as far as he'd like. "Kats, i can't go that low, I'm not that flexible!" You whine. He stops for a moment, thinking, his vermillion eyes tracing your figure quietly before noting. "we can work on that."

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Forward to now, a week later and he's been going out of his way to get you out of bed in the mornings with him and walking you through his stretching routine, strictly at least 15 minutes each morning. Youd do this every morning, accompanied with another 15 once more either midday, before and after a workout, or at night.

You had gotten the lecture about health from him the morning after.

"You have to be mindful of your diet" "I know" "And your body. Strength is important for your health overall" "I know" "But without stretching it could lead to injuries and you're not that stupid are you?" You shake your head.

He only ever wanted the best for you. He was always health motivated, very mindful of his sleep, his diet, and his physical well being. You best believe he was sure to make it his priority to follow up on yours too.

You were currently sitting on the ground, legs parted and reaching to the side to touch your left foot, matching him. He looks at you and grins, getting up to press a kiss to the side of your head, giving a proud smirk to you, admiring you intently, surely with a glint of mischief as he thought ahead. "It sure feels better to be more flexible, huh?"

After all, he cared for your health. What would he do if his baby couldn't cutely press her chest to the ground for him?

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[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "If ya get the time for it, I really wanna see some pet play stuff with the SDJ boys. More specifically, with us being the pet and the guys being the masters.

(Also, due to Nick's profession, I feel like he'd be WAY better at this than anyone lol)"

Content: petplay, tail plugs, gags,

Jack:

He doesn't have an animal preference, but he will default to you being a dog if it's left up to him

He wants you done up all cute, with ears and a tail plug and everything! He wants the fur to match your hair colour as well, so you look like a proper little puppy for him

He'll have you sit by his feet with your head in his lap, petting you slowly while he tells you all the dirty things he wants to do to you

He'll ramp it up slowly, first a collar and a bone gag, then telling you to fetch things or lay down or roll over, and finally fucking you doggy style as he pulls your tail to hear you howl for him

You'd better not be planning to say a word to him all night. Good puppies don't talk, after all! He'll only respond to barking~

Ian:

Doesn't matter what animal you are, he's treating you like you're the softest and most delicate thing in the world

He won't even think to collar you unless you ask. But he'll spend plenty on high quality ears and a tail for you! Even some cute little paw gloves and socks if you want

If you do want a collar, it'll end up being soft and comfortable and have a little tag with his name on it

Honestly, as much as he'll get horny and fuck you when you're in pet mode, he'll always want to start with cuddles and snuggles. He just wants a loving pet!

He usually goes into it intending for it to be nonsexual petplay, but his dick gets the better of him every time

Shaun:

Please be a cat please be a cat please be a cat! He'll accept any animal, but god does he want you to be a cat

If you're going into pet play with him, you'd best be ready for him to go all the way. A leather animal mask, leather mitts, tying your ankles to your thighs. You'll be on all fours the whole night

Look, he'll go soft petplay if you ask him to, but for him the appeal is making you as animalistic as possible

He'll have you eat from his hand. He'll talk to you like you're really just a pet. He'll show you how to go down on him or get ready for him to fuck you like it's your first time

He gets fully into the role of being your owner. You're his pet, and he'll love you and use you as he sees fit

Nick:

He's pretty experienced with petplay, and he doesn't really have an animal preference, though he likes rarer ones

He's all about the experience. Both making it a good one for both of you, and making it an interesting one for himself. He likes trying new things, so ask him for whatever you want

Everything takes a lot of negotiation with him. It's one of his favourite parts of sex! So be prepared to tell him what you want

You want a collar? He's got it! Ears and a tail? Check! Leash? Absolutely! Seriously, anything you could possibly want to use, he's got about ten of for you to choose from

Once you're actually in the scene, he's fully into the role of your owner and you as his pet

Joseph:

Joseph has a soft spot for puppies. He'll do petplay with you as any animal, of course, but puppies are his choice

He likes the way you look so happy just to be with him! The way you come to him when he pats his knees and the way you wiggle on your back when he rubs your belly

Seriously, the unconditional love and joy of a pet is something he desperately needs, so he cherishes it

He'll fuck you if that's what you want, but honestly he's just as happy to sit with you on the couch and cuddle while you're in petspace. It's soothing for him

If you do want him to fuck you, he'll be gentle and slow about it, making sure his sweet pet is happy~

Jean:

He may be soft with his actual pet, but he's not gonna be soft with you, no matter what animal you are

Seriously, he takes great delight in punishing you for everything. From trying to sit on the furniture to talking back to him to anything else he deems "unacceptable for a pet"

He'll impose harsh rules on you and any slight deviance from those rules will have him spanking your ass raw

He loves to fuck you right after a punishment when you're physically and emotionally bruised and off-balance. He'll tell you what a bad pet you are while pounding into you

He lives for the psychological and physical sadism of being your owner. You'd better be prepared...

Rory:

Any sort of pet is good for him! He's not very high energy, though, so don't expect him to do much active playing

More than anything, he wants a sweet pet who'll curl up with him and shyly grind against him because they're just so needy, and he can urge them under the covers

His favourite thing is watching his sweet little pet go down on him. Something about it drives him wild

Whenever he doesn't need his hands for anything else, he'll pet you. He loves petting you and praising you and letting you know you're the best thing he could ever have!

Seriously, he's horny and sweet with you the whole time! He loves you and wants you so much

Barry:

It doesn't matter if you're into petplay or not, Barry will eventually decide to turn you into his cow

You don't have a choice in the matter. He's getting you cow print lingerie, a cow bell, some ears and a tail. If it goes far enough, he'll even end up branding you

This is happening during work hours, as well. It's your new uniform, have fun! You're now required to moo in greeting too

Seriously, he gets such a kick out of your discomfort. He'll strap you up to a milking machine, put you on display, and charge people to fuck you if he can get away with it

He might branch out to other animals, but cow is generally his go-to because it's so humiliating for most people

[ordinaryschmuck]

Full Family AU Part 39

"I've never seen eggs made this way..." Luz said, astonished as Eda held the pan over a floating blue flame. She stood very close to the witch, up on her tiptoes to stare in awe at the flame just over the counter top, but not burning or melting it.

"That's the way of magic, kiddo," Eda said with a grin, stirring the eggs up a bit. "You can do a ton of cool stuff with it."

"Can you teach me how?!"

"Ooh, sorry, but no. Afraid that humans can't do magic. They're biologically incapable of it."

"Oh..." Luz thought for a second, drumming her fingers on the kitchen counter. "What does...by-log-ick-ally...in-camp-able mean?"

"That was a good try," Eda commented. "And it means you can never do it because you weren't born a witch. You don't got the parts to do it right."

"Aw...!" Luz whined, which earned her a gentle pat on the head from Eda.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY KITCHEN?!" a certain voice shrieked, causing both Eda and Luz to jump and spin around to see a frazzled Camila.

"Good morning to you too!" Eda shouted back, a little annoyed. "How do you like yer eggs, by the way? Scrambled, omlet, or--"

"YOU!" Camila ran over to the counter and ducked down to open the little door under the sink.

"We're making eggies for the puppy," Luz tried to explain as Camila tossed out pan after pan. "Also, he's not a puppy."

"That's great, Mija!" Camila shouted, not really paying attention. She then got up with a fire extinguisher in hand and aimed it at the blue flame. Eda barely had time to yank the pan away before Camila blasted foam at the fire, putting it out.

"Watch it!" Eda yelled. "You almost ruined breakfast, ya animal!"

"You're the animal!" Camila pointed the fire extinguisher at Eda in a fit of rage. "I don't know how things work in magic land, but here, WE DON'T SET KITCHENS ON FIRE!"

"Ooh, Mami!" Luz chirped, running up to Camila. "Griffins are real! And they breathe spiders! I knew they did!"

"WONDERFUL!" Camila told her, still not really hearing Luz.

At this point, Manny went up to Luz and carefully pulled her away from her mother.

"Mija, I think it's best to keep a distance from Mami for now," He said. "She looks about ready to go in for the kill."

"Unreasonably, I might add," Eda said, making Camila more furious. "It was a blue, magical flame. It radiates heat, but it don't burn or melt! Witches use it to cook all the time, like when they're out camping or if the stove's broken."

"You know at a stove is and you lit a fire instead of the perfectly good stove right there?!" Camila loudly asked, pointing at her kitchen stove for emphasis.

"I don't know how that thing works! I mean, look at that!" Eda pointed at the stove's digital clock. "What even is that?!"

"It's a clock!"

"Like nothing I've seen!"

Camila growled. "I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOUR--!"

"Excuse me..."

All eyes now went to the entrance of the kitchen, where Vee stood there as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and, miraculously, didn't have Manny's jacket over her shoulders.

"Why is everyone yelling?" she asked quietly. "Is everything okay...?"

Camila stared at her for a bit, the small child bringing clarity back to her mind for just a moment before glaring back at Eda again.

"I...am not happy about that fire," she admitted. "But eggs...do sound good right now and we can have them. BUT!"

Camila stomped over to Eda and yanked the pan out of her hand.

"No one cooks in this kitchen but me!" Camila declared. "Is that clear, Bruja?!"

"...Does your husband ever tell you that yer kind of hot when you're angry?" Eda smugly asked.

"I WILL SMACK YOU WITH THIS FRYING PAN, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

[nonranghaes]

heads up: food!

if there's one thing that bothers junkyu the most, it's that he still has to work today. hasn't he done enough in life? can't he just get paid for being cute and silly? it's his birthday, after all: he wants to have fun lik he did when he was a kid. but he rolls over at the sound of his alarm, too drowsy to function when he realizes that the reason for his drowsiness isn't in bed with him anymore. he reaches around the other side of his bed, brows drawing together.

you didn't leave. unlike him, you don't have work. you were going to bum around his apartment and maybe hang out with his roommate before he headed out for the day, since you didn't want to head back to your own place and roommates until you had to. he rolls out of bed, still half-asleep, and starts making his way to the bathroom. he'll worry about you in a moment: you're likely okay, otherwise you would have woken him up. but it's the moment he steps out of his room that he realizes where you are.

jihoon's laughing at something you said, while you're standing at the counter, a lunchbox in front of you. you're carefully fitting everything together, continuing your story with a knowing smile. and junkyu stops, rubbing at his eyes as he slowly realizes that's his lunchbox that he forgot to put together last night...

you notice him before jihoon does. "junkyu!" you push past jihoon, already making your way over to greet him with a quick peck on the lips, "happy birthday!"

even now, he's still waking up. "good morning," he mumbles, drawing you in for another little kiss.

"i don't think he knows where he is," jihoon snorts. he pats him on the back as he passes, wishing him happy birthday before giving you two a moment alone.

but you just give him another kiss, drawing away after a moment. "go shower. i made you lunch so you wouldn't have to worry about it today." with a gentle pat on his cheek, you turn your attention back to the task at hand. "jihoon's paying for dinner when we all go out tonight, too, so you can pick wherever you want..."

junkyu stops fully listening for a moment, just watching you instead as you continue rambling about who can and can't make it to dinner. you're so careful about packing his lunchbox now, making sure that you get as much food into it as you can. he thinks he'd do the same for you in a heartbeat, even if he'd need cooking lessons first.

and he thinks to himself that this is what love is.

[blazekill]

Megatronus x Orion

Cute smut, first meeting

(this is not the full story but just the nsfw part because the whole thing is MUCH longer then this, on my Wattpad evkala_cream)

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He traveled his servo from Orion's hips to his open panel. „Meantime I will streach you out for me a little okay?~" He used two fingers to playfully spread his valve apart. Orion closed his optics and shiwered at the sudden touch between his thighs. It was the first time anyone touched him down there. It was so exciting but scary at the same time. But he trusted Megatronus and he was sure he knew what he was doing. So he got comfortable beying bend over Megatronus's thigh and continued satisfying him with his fingers.

„Good mech~" Purred Megatronus and stroked his lower torso with the free servo making Orion bend it his back. „Don't worry little one. I will be gentle~" He used Orion's energon leaking from his valve on his finger so it would be more comfortable. Then he placed it right next to his clit. „May I?" Orion was so emberresed at how easily dominated he was by Megatronus so he simply nodded. Megatronus smiled and started gently rubbing him.

Orion gasped as he felt a rush of bliss fun through his frame. Megatronus groaned and lifted Orion's hips with just one servo to his face so he could kiss them. „That's it love. Mm let me hear you. You don't have to be shy around me~" He was never this gentle with any mech or femme before. There was something so innocent about the archivist. He couldn't help but to care for him ever so carefully as if he was made of glass.

Orion was whimpering and moaning with every touch. He opened his optics so he could see Megatronus's huge spike again. „Oh...t-this feels so good~" It were a quiet high-pitched moans followed by a wet noices that were driving Megatronus insane. „Ah Primus. I've been waiting for this for so long. To have you squarming and whimpering in my servos Orion~" He went a little faster making Orion's legs tremble.

He squeezed Megatronus's spike again but this time used his salivating mouth as an exause for him to lick and suck on his tip. Megatronus twitched as he felt a warmth and soft tongue oh his tip. He looked at the little archivist holding his spike with both servos and trying his best to fit as much on him in his mouth as possible. He never saw something as adorable as him so desperately wanting to satisfy him. „Careful cupcake. I would hate for you to get hurt~"

Orion's spark almost melted at what he just heard. „Did he just really called me that?" He was used to bots nickmaning him because of his tiny frame but never has he heard someone to call him this cutelly. „C-cupcake?~" He purred with a little happy smirk. Megatronus leaned closer to him. „Yes. You are so tiny. As a cupcake. And I am sure you are also sweet like one~" He slipped the tip of his finger in his enterence and then pulled out sucking off his energon.

„Oh my Primus~" Purred Orion and went back to taking care of his spike. Megatronus chuckled amuzed at his reaction and playfully patted his hips. "May I?~" "Y-yes~" Orion whimpered still a little nervous tho. I was used to be doing this to himself but that is so much easier and much less stresfull. "That is my brave little archivist~"

Smiled Megatronus and pulled him closer so he could rub his cheek againt his hips. Orion appraised these little moment so much. Megatronus licked his finger and then very gently pressed back againt his enterence. "This will maybe hurt sligtly at first. But I'll make the best of it okay love?~" But before Orion could even respond he slownly pushed the first finger in his valve and started moving.

Orion's optics swing open and he let out a adorable little whine. That made Megatronus blush even more and sigh in delight. "Does it hurt cupcake?" He asked lovingly and pauzed. "N-no...It just feels...so good coming from you~" Megatronus smirked and started immidietly moving his finger again. "Mm good. You'r doing so great for you'r first time~"

He leaned closer and whispered teasingly. "One has to wonder...what were doing that you'r taking me so easily? I bealive you'r not as innocent as I thought~" Orion's face turned red as he remembered all the times he was playing with himself while thinking about the gladiator. He covered his face with one servo emmberessed. "Hhh~" Megatronus chuckled amuzed with a low sexy tone and continued pleasuring him.

"Oh my...I think I can even go faster right away. Hhh Orion...~" He purred in a very teasing way leaning closer to him. "Please...stop it Mega. J-just..just get to it already." He said shyly not able to even discuss it. Megatronus rised one eyebrow. "Oh impatiant are we. Hhh sorry. I wouln't tease you like this anymore. I just couldn't help myself. You are so adorable like this cupcake~"

He very gently used another finger. "Uh! N-no it's alright. I...I actually like when you do it. It's making me have butterfies in my stomach~" Orion purred and bend in his back as he felt much more presure in his valve. Megatronus smirked and stroked Orion's belly. "Hhh...I've told you I'll make the best of it~"

He used his two fingers to gently spread them in his valve to streach him faster. Orion gasped and his frame shiwered. "Uh Primus..Mega mh~" He whimpred more desperately then before. "Uhm? What is it dear?~" Orion raised his head and looked at Megatronus's servo doing all the work. He completly forgot about his now lovers spike.

"I...I actually think I am ready...for more?~" He said shily. But Megatron didn't stop. He actually started moving his fingers faster. Much faster. "Huh! Uhh~" Orion's frame jumped a little in shock and the sudden dose of intense pleasure. He rolled his optics back and let his head fall onto Megatronus's thighs. Megatronus chuckled and used his free servo to hold him by his chest and pulled him closer to him.

"Hhh not yet love. I can see how intense is this for you. Imagine if I instead my fingers used something else. I think you'r little overheated frame would go online~" Orion whinned and stroked Megatronus's servo that was holding him with his own shaking servo. "Nh t-then what huh..what are you planing on doing t-to me till then?~" He asked so desperete. Megatronus could see it on his optics that he wanted more so badly. But he was not gonna let him have him so soon.

"Shhh. First we need to make you overload like this. Nicely all over my fingers. And then you will be ready for more. I promise cupcake~" He kissed the back of his head and went faster. Orion was too busy whimpering he just nodded with adorable expresion on his face. "Oh my sweet Primus. I've never been with someone who would look as gorgeous as you while me taking care of them. You trully are aspecial cupcake~"

Orion's spark skipped a beat. Him calling him special ment a world to him. "W-well. I-I am not the only bot that is special in here." I smiled cutelly. Megatronus blushed a little. "Oh. Hm thank you Orion." But suddenly Orion gasped for air and squeezed his lovers thigh tightly and cried out loudly in pure delight. The big gladiator gave him a suprised and a little worried look.

"Is everything okay Orion?" Orion leaned with one servo against his thing and bend in his back with his head hanging down. "Ahh my...y-yes~" He needed to take a deep breath in between his whimpering. "Just that. Nhh please there. R-right there~" Megatronus blinked a few times. He was just so impressed by Orion's reaction it made him speechless for a second.

But then a big grin apeared on his lips. "Oh. Is my little archivist that close?~" He couldn't express how turned on he was by this fact. And that Orion made him know it such an intense way. "Mh..uhm!~" Orion hummed under his servo covering his mouth. Megatronus reached for his shaking servo and gently moved it away. "No no no bug. We don't have to be doing that. I want to hear your every little adorable sound~" He purred right into his audio receptor. He lovingly stroked his belly and went just a little bit faster.

"A-as you w-wish. Nh I..I think I will overload now~" He whined desparetly with his optics full of desire. "Mm I know my little archivist. You may. I'm waiting for you. Do you like me touching you like this mh?~" He purred more seriously then before. Like he was so eager to hear the unswer. "Nh p-please Mega. D-don't!~" Orion's body shiwered as he felt Megatronus's low demanting tone. He felt his insides twitching and pulsing. "Don't what? Tease you until you overload all over my fingers? Tease you so much you will cry out my name?~"

He whimpered and squeezed him slighty in his servo. This awoken in Megatronus something almost refal. He wanted. He needed. He demanded to see hear and feel his little Iacon boyfriend finnish so badly. He went as fast as he could pressing his warm chest against Orion's poor overheated shaking frame. "You'r such a good little mech. Come on. Make you'r hero proud~" That was a last straw for Orion. It was just too much for poor little cleark.

He gasped for air few times keep incrising the volume. He never thought he could be this expressive. His whole frame was building up to this moment up until the most desperete and loud whimper finally left his body. He automaticly threw his head back with one loud and gragged out moan. His valve tighten up around his lovers fingers. It made him so weak that if Megatronus wasn't holding him he would colapse on the bed. Megatronus was watching the whole time breathing heavily. He couldn't do anything but purr and enjoing every second of it.

[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  angst.  Mentions of sex/smut.  Manipulation, implied cheating.

“St-Steve…I need your help in he-“

“I can’t help, Cami…” Steve said quickly as he grabbed his go-bag, “Peggy just called and said that she-“

“Peggy!” Cami growled, stomping into the main hall where Steve was already halfway to the door, “What does Peggy really need from you Steve?  I need help with the girls.  They-“

“Cami…Peggy needs help getting acclimated!” he growled back in response, “you can handle the girls.  They are fine!  You are fine! Peggy is having a hard time!”

“So you’re leaving me?” she asked angrily, “taking your go bag and disappearing until Peggy is fine?”

“Cami-“

“You know, I think it’s pretty wild that all of a sudden she’s known for having these mind-blowing panic attacks where you have to be there for her at all times of the day,” Cami groaned, “I thought you said she was a decorated soldier for the Brits.  Hmm?  Thought she was capable of fitting in anywhere and always adapting!”

“Cami, adapting in wartime in the 40’s is way different than jumping forward over a hundred years!”

“So, you’re just going to leave, then?”

Steve’s jaw twitched for a moment before he dropped his go bag at the coat rack by the entryway.

“What would you have me do, Cami?”

Cami’s angry attitude immediately faded, and she stepped towards her husband.  Steve stood stock-still and watched her walk up to him and immediately wrap her arms around his middle.  Steve watched her for a moment before reacting.  He could feel the sadness around him like a humid day.

“I miss my husband,” she all but whimpered against him.  Steve sighed as he felt her heart beating against his chest, “I need you Steve…me and the girls…we-we need you here with us…at least some of the time.”

And his heart ached as she looked up at him, her eyes tearfully looking into his own.  Gently, he reached down and stroked away her tears with his thumbs, before pressing his lips softly to hers.

They worked slowly with one another, calculating the other’s next move, while working perfectly in sync. 

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you, Steve…”

He sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers.  His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the pain in her own eyes.  He dropped his go bag beside him and wrapped his arms low on her waist, “how about you go make some lunch for the girls, and I’ll get them set up?  Then after we get them down for a nap, we spend a little mommy daddy time together, where I show you exactly how much you mean to me, and why you and the girls will always come first.”

“I-I like the sound of that,” she admitted softly with a nod.  Steve smiled and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before patting her ass and letting her out of reach, “I-I’ll go make lunch…”

“Okay, bunny.  I’ll go get the girls in line.”

Steve sighed softly to himself as he wrapped his arm around his wife.  Cami moaned softly from his chest, while her core fluttered around his cock.  Steve’s eyes closed as he focused on her breathing and how he heard her heart thrashing in her chest. 

“You know…days like this…I live for it…” he admitted softly as he looked down at his docile wife.  She gave him a loving look, and he brushed the hair off her face, “I love it.”

“You live for this?”

“Not the arguing…but this,” he answered, gesturing to how they were currently, “us…together…me deep inside of you, stretching that pretty little-“

“Steve…” Cami giggled with a smile.  Steve’s smile got wider as he lifted the hand from his chest and kissed her palm.

“Are you sure I can’t coax you into having another little super soldier toddling around?”

Cami giggled as she patted her husband’s pec, “maybe a boy this time?”

“I mean…if we’re going for it…I see no harm in the extra practice,” Steve teased playfully, “you know…but that would mean I would have to take off this condom you made me put on.”

“Steve…”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, rubbing Cami’s back, “you want to wait at least another year, so we don’t have three kids in diapers.”

“And I love you so much for agreeing with me.  I can barely keep up with the twins.”

“If we don’t have another set of twins…I get to try right after that third one’s out of the oven.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed softly as she placed a series of kisses along his chest, “I swear.  You truly are insatiable, Mr. Rogers.”

“Oh, only for you, Mrs. Rogers!”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, you know it,” he smiled.  Cami leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, before sitting up, “where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

“The girls should be up from their naps soon,” she said quickly, “thinking maybe we grab a shower together before that?  Get some more…practice in?”

“Nothing sounds better than that, bunny!” Steve purred. 

He reached forward and playfully slapped his wife’s ass as she got up and ran towards the bathroom.  Meanwhile as he sat up, he noticed his phone had a number of alerts on it. 

He frowned when he saw who they were from. 

With a much heavier sigh, he bit his bottom lip and looked between the bathroom and his phone.

‘You were supposed to be here.’

‘Where are you, Steve?’

‘I need to feel you right now.’

His stomach felt like it was in knots as he stood from the bed and started towards the dresser.  Throwing on a pair of briefs and sweatpants, he pocketed his phone, before throwing on a beater.  Cami came back into the bedroom as he was putting on his boots.

“W-what’s wrong?” she asked quickly, “Steve, where are you going?”

“Emergency,” he lied, as he stood from his spot.  He gave her a firm kiss before turning towards the door, “I have to go, now.  It’s an urgent mission, Cami!”

“Is everything okay?  Why do you have to-“

“Cami…I don’t have time to talk!” he said quickly as he pushed himself from the bedroom and towards the entrance, “tell the girls I love them!’

“Wait, Ste-“

“Bye Cameron!”

“Where is my wife?”

“Steve…so pleasant to see you too!”

“God damn it, Melissa, where the hell is my wife?” Steve spat, “I know that she’s here!  Her and the girls.  They have to be!”

“You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up at my house, punk!”

“James…”

Bucky’s jaw twitched as he glared at his best friend over Mel’s shoulder.  She turned back towards Bucky and put a hand on his chest, “we told Cami that we wouldn’t intervene…James…we promi-”

“Then fucking get out of my way,” Steve growled, ready to push his way into the house, “I want to talk to Cameron!”

“I didn’t say that I was going to let you barge into my house, Steven Grant Rogers!” Mel spat, quickly turning around to poke the super soldier in the chest.  Steve, taken back by her attitude change with him took a step back, and she used that to her advantage, “you’ve taken advantage of my daughter for far too long, Steve.  James and I promised that we wouldn’t become even more involved than when James beat the shit out of you, but I will not let you into my house.”

Steve’s jaw twitched.  His nostrils flared as he looked down at the much smaller woman, “you think you scare me, Missy?  Think I’m afraid of some slutty, aging whore?”

“I think you’re the limp dick asshole of a son-in-law who just cheated on my daughter,” Mel growled, “and super soldier or not, you better back the fuck up, because I have no problem with going to jail over finding some way to cause serious bodily harm to you, Steve!”

Steve sneered at Mel, before taking a step back, “you don’t know what you’re getting involved in, Mel.  You’re sticking your nose into a business where it has no place in!  AS ALWAYS!”

“She’s my daughter, you prick!” Mel spat, “so I suggest you get off of my fucking property.  Because so help me god, if you wake up my newborn, I won’t stop James from kicking your ass yet again.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Steve growled as he looked at Andy, “she wouldn’t fucking do that to me.  I’m the father of the girls.  She ca-“

“Steve, I’m just telling you what she’s had drafted,” Andy said with a frown, “I’m not saying that you have to sign them.”

“Damn right I’m not going to sign them,” Steve hissed as he glared at the papers sitting in front of him, “she wants full custody of Jamie and Stephanie…she-“

“If I’m being honest, it’s not a bad deal,” Andy shrugged as he cut his friend off, “she doesn’t want spousal or child support.  She’s willing to let you have full access to the kids by remaining in the tower.  She just wants entire custody of them.  And with you still actively going on miss-“

“I don’t give a damn about my bitch of a soon to be ex-wife wants, Andy…it’s about the principle.  She can’t demand custody of the girls.  We’re getting a divorce, but what I want is important too! What if I wanted full custody?”

“Steve, I’m going to level with you,” Andy muttered, “within the family courts, the judge usually sides with the mother.”

“Yeah…well the father isn’t usually Captain America, now is he?”

“Most men demanding full custody and no support don’t usually cheat on their wives either,” Andy corrected with a frown, “and don’t even say that she can’t prove it.  We all know that Peggy is already pregnant.  That in itself is proof enough.  No judge would look at you and agree, no matter how much you’ve done for the country!”

“Andy…you don’t get it…”

“No, Steve…I don’t…because if my spouse ever cheated on me…I’d be doing much more than just asking for full custody!” Andy replied swiftly, “I mean, seriously, Steve.  What the actual hell were you thinking with Peggy?  She’s a fantasy…an illusion.  You and Cami-“

“I don’t want to talk about this with you,” Steve muttered, shaking his head at his friend, “thanks for explaining this…but I’m not going to sign.  And you can let Cami know that.”

“Alright, Steve…just remember.  Divorce and family hearings are never pretty.  And once word gets around that it was you that broke up the marriage…it’s less likely that you’ll get everything you want out of it.”

“Don’t make me find a new lawyer, Barber.”

“Maybe you should, Rogers!”

Chapter 24

Tag List:  @Cjand10, @huntress-artemiss, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @elbell20-blog, @sebsgirl71479, @prokey16

[nerdierholler]

*distant cackling* for Ethan and Adam (because I'm never over them): 12, 17, 20, 49, 59? :D

Okokokok. Ok. Some good ones here. Thank you!!!! Let's go!

12. What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered? Yes. Everything. Seriously though, Ethan stretching is a distraction for Adam every time, especially since Ethan wears well tailored and fitted clothes. It's that peak at arm and back muscles that are otherwise hidden under a button up shirt, just a little reminder of what Ethan looks like without clothes. Also Ethan is tall and lean so there's something cat like and maybe a little predatory when he stretches (he does have confidence and swagger) that also does things to Adam. Ethan is well aware of the effect his has.

For a long time, it's any kind of casual touch from Adam. He's very attractive and Ethan likes looking at him, but when Adam touches him, intentionally and with caring, Ethan just wants to melt and his heart does all sorts of things. I see Adam as not being big on PDA even after that sort through differences and so little comforting touches become a big part of their love language.

Oh dear, this got long. I shouldn't be surprised at myself at this point.

17. Who steals whose clothes? Does their significant other mind? Tough one because I don't think they wear the same size at all. Ethan could steal Adam's clothes, but does Adam have anything worth stealing? lol Ethan wouldn't be above stealing a sweater from Adam if he was cold it was laying around. Adam would act annoyed but then secretly enjoy that it smelled like Ethan and maybe put off washing it for a bit. I feel like it's rare though just because of their different tastes. The person in the warehouse who has to watch out is Nate because he and Ethan are about the same size and have very similar tastes. Ethan's always wanting to borrow something or ask where Nate got it.

20. Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background? Ethan will handle the spiders if no one else is there but if Adam's available he makes him do it. Ethan won't run screaming but he's very likely to find a spider and go "I didn't see you, you didn't see me. Please be gone the next time I enter the room and we can pretend this never happened." Spiders are important but he would rather not, thanks. lol

49. Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt? They both enjoy a steady presence. The other one being close, but not touching, just in their space, can be very comforting. When they're alone, Adam will brush Ethan's hair out of his face and that makes Ethan appreciate what they have (once they finally get there...). For Adam, it's a gentle chin lift when Ethan wants to kiss him or get Adam to look into his eyes, which may or may not be because of some pouting before hand by Adam.

59. Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitual? If no one else is around and they're sitting together not doing much of anything, Ethan will rest his hand on Adam's thigh and absently rub his thumb on it. He also does this if they're in the car together, he'll just reach over and pat Adam on the leg while he's driving and let his hand rest there for a few moments.

Adam likes to trace Ethan's collarbone. If Ethan is holding him and Adam's hands are pressed against his chest, eventually the fingertips will wander. Same with when they're laying in bed, facing each other and pressed close together. The best is when Adam stands behind him and puts a hand on Ethan's shoulder then starts running his fingers along his collarbone. He only does this when no one else is around and it's a sure fire way to get Ethan in bedroom shortly after. It's Adam's little "I'm in the mood if you are" signal.

[megaera-of-pigeon]

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Hi. Hello, yes, is this thing on? Mhmm. Yes, it is I, the one, the only, Mr. Ande! It has recently come to my attention that there has been some sort of little “competition” happening on this blog that I was not informed of. While I have graciously elected to forgive the egregious snub that is being left out of the bracket, I can simply not abide this shoddy coverage and lackluster treatment of these contestants! So, I’m going to go ahead and take things over for the day, and give you all a taste of what a *real* contest is supposed to be like!

I have selected a few special volunteers, who will now demonstrate for you how a *real* Pageant is presented! So, without further ado—

Contestant #1–I found this delightful young man over by the merchandise booth, and he simply exudes an air of… approachability. And very agreeable! He jumped at the chance to participate in our little pageant today, and has been following me around backstage and asking what he should do. Now, he will demonstrate his talent—look at him standing on his head, and spinning in circles, and patting his head while rubbing his tummy, and…. Mmmm, yes this one might actually be mind controlled. Well, being mind controlled does not mean he can’t be a winner! Say hello to contestant #1!

Contestant #2- I met this gentleman on a dating app recently, and while he was not sure he and I were the best fit romantically, his piercing, soulful gaze simply SCREAMED that I must put him in pageants. Look at his debonair, suave air of sophistication. Look at his glittering cerulean orbs! These are the gemstone eyes that the poets write sonnets about! His talents include winking rakishly and picking pockets—what an intriguing specimen! Say hello to Contestant #2, Mr. Sapphires!

Contestant #3– I almost tripped over this fat little cat thing wandering around backstage and could have broken my neck. Or torn my outfit! How awful. It wouldn’t go away and when it heard I was going to be doing this, it wouldn’t leave me alone until I gave it a chance to participate. So, behold this……….. creature. It’s talents include ripping priceless articles of clothing, shedding all over everything, and smelling terrible, like the rest of its species. Oh? What’s that? You’re not a cat? Whatever. NEXT CONTESTANT

Contestant #4– I encountered this fair creature on her way out of the break room where she was helping organize things for one of the “manwhore” competition finalists. But I knew immediately that her talents were being wasted backstage! Her gentle presence, her mousy charm, it absolutely screams untapped Pageant Queen potential! Her talents include speech proof reading, fast filing, sewing and sword tricks. Exciting! Could she be the winner of our little Pageant? I suppose, maybe.

Contestant #5– I’m not going to lie, I’m a little… overwhelmed by this contestant’s whole aura. He heard I was going to be having a Pageant and came into our prep session to insist he deserved a “second chance”. His talents include setting explosives, groveling, selling incredible products at an absolutely killer deal, and threatening innocent and well meaning Pageant judges at gunpoint. How fun!

Contestant #6– Finally, we greet our final contestant. His image has been redacted for security purposes, but I am pleased to introduce the most wonderful, special brother of our most glorious and beautiful Queen Lilith, it’s the Queen’s Brother Luke! His talents include helping his sister with royal responsibilities, reading to the blind, feeding the poor, kissing babies, and gallantly waving at crowds! Now I know you can’t see it for yourselves, but this young man is the second most objectively beautiful person in existence, following only his most beauteous sister the Queen. Should you Vote For Luke? Should you Choose Him As The Winner? I suppose we will see!

So there you have it folks, those are the contestants! Now before we start with the votes, let me just take a moment to extend a heartfelt thanks to the Royal Kingdom of Ninir, which has so generously sponsored our little contest today. Thank our gracious monarch!

[writingwithjade]

In pursuit of the fragile heart

Chapter 4

Primrose’s face is anything but excited, the dreaded expression makes it seem like she is seeing a ghost. Her heart is thumping loudly against her chest, screaming at her to get away, to flee, that what she is seeing right now is a threat to her fragile and vulnerable soul.

A pool of emotion swims through her, it’s too much, too overwhelming, but she must stay calm. Lilian doesn’t know about anything between her and this man, nor does she even know about what secrets they hold underneath this mortal persona. If the raven head shows any signs of weakness, she is afraid that before she can hold herself back, Lilian will already make a scene out of it. Lilian, her kind and protective friend, will never forgive anyone who dares to harm her, let alone break her heart.

“Primrose…”

The way her name leaves his mouth is warm and endearing, it’s like he has been waiting for a chance to call her like that. The warm and velvety voice draws her attention as she looks up, onyx meeting silver.

There is a smile on Caleb’s lips, kind and gentle. While he holds a calm exterior when speaking to her, there is a spark in the depth of his beautiful eyes, something that she can not make out of. She stares at the hand in front of her, a chill runs down her spine when she realizes that it is his hand in front of her. This big and calloused hand that once patted her head so lovingly, she wonders if it feels the same as last time.

“M-my pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vatore…”

It sounds weird, the way she calls him, as if to dismiss any former connection they had with each other, or maybe she is treating this friendly coffee date as nothing more than a regular business meeting.

Caleb’s heart clenches at the way she speaks, it would be a lie if he said he is not bothered by it. But he maintains his cool and makes himself comfortable on the seat, both hands on the table and just a few inches away from Primrose’s small palm. How he wishes he could hold onto it, feeling how perfectly her fingers fit in his larger ones.

Ever since he saw her, Caleb has had to keep himself from overreaching and overreacting. Seeing her is more than making him happy, he is ecstatic. But the vampire lord knows very well that nothing hurts Primrose more than meeting him right now. The ugly scar he left for her is bleeding, it hasn’t healed perfectly and he is right here, rubbing salt on the wound even more by just appearing in front of her.

It’s wrong of him to make her feel like that, trapped within the freedom of her human world. As much as he hates himself for making her think like that, the young lord can’t help but continue to seek her. The vampire blood inside of him years and craves for human touch, for her touch. And Caleb has to do everything he can to hold back that desire within him.

The way to one’s heart is a smooth but bumpy road, but the way to Primrose’s guarded heart is a path of thorns and blood, each step closer means the stronger her defense system becomes, blocking away any potential threats to the peace she creates for herself.

“Primrose, got so shy already?” Lilian giggles, oblivious to the unspoken tension in the air “Introduce yourself a little bit, come on!”

“L-Lilian…”

“Ah, maybe you can talk more about yourself, Caleb. Primrose has a tendency to be tensed whenever she meets new people.”

Primrose steals a few glances at her friend, mentally sighing in relief. To save her from embarrassing herself, Lilian has come up with an innocent lie. The raven head has no problem working with new people, given the nature of her career as a writer. But she has been so tensed that her eyes are only glued to the white tablecloth and nothing else, fearing that if their eyes meet again, she might not be able to hold back the tears that are threatened to spill.

“Well, this is…awkward…” he smiles sheepishly, running his hand to the back of his head “I thought you want me to help you with your thesis, Lilian…”

“Yes, but since my friend is here too, I thought I might introduce you guys. Besides, shyness doesn’t suit you, Mr. Vatore.”

A chuckle escapes his lip, low and warm, it’s like a bell ringing in her ears. The blush adorns Primrose’s face when she realizes her odd string of thoughts and lightly shakes her head, hoping to get rid of it.

“My apologies…” Caleb nods his head “Then allow me to get both of you something, I also need to order coffee too.”

“You don’t have to, Caleb.”

“Please, it’s my treat.”

“Ah, if you insist…” Lilian ponders her thoughts and smiles “I shall get a caramel frappe, and you, Primrose?”

“Lilian, it’s cold outside and you want an ice-blended drink?” her friend raises a brow “Some doctor you are.”

“Come on, don’t be such a killjoy like that. Besides, I’m immune to coldness, so you don’t have to worry about me, Prims!” Lilian pouts playfully “And your drink? Caleb is waiting…”

Primrose jumps a bit, chewing on her bottom lips. She doesn’t want to talk to him, not yet, not now. But to leave someone waiting for her order is not a good way to treat people and her family has taught her better than this. And Caleb, always so patient, gazes at her softly. There is a glint of encouragement, almost as if he tries to tell her that everything is okay and there’s nothing to be worried about. Knowing Primrose, he is the last person she wants to hear that from.

“You take too long! Why don’t you just let Caleb pick a drink? I heard that he is quite a coffee expert.”

The young lord smiles, taking this as a cue to leave the two ladies alone. Standing at the register, he wonders what he should order for Primrose. Does she still like the same latte years ago? Or maybe her taste buds have changed and more refined over the last couple of years? Should he go the safe route of picking the customer's favorite drink for her or follow what he thinks she will like?

“What can I get for you today, sir?”

“Ah, can I get a cold brew, a caramel frappe, and a…” skimming through all the menu items one last time, something catches his attention and Caleb smiles “The house’s fresh strawberry drink, make it light ice please.”

While Caleb is ordering, Lilian confronts Primrose about her odd behavior. Knowing Primrose for a long time, she can tell that her friend is hiding something but refusing to talk to her. the raven head is chewing on her bottom lips right now, a habit she does whenever she feels anxious.

“It’s okay, Lilian. I’m fine.”

But her brunette friend is having a hard time buying into the obvious lie. She can’t pry her friend, Primrose is someone who will keep her mouth shut when she wants to keep something a secret and it would be a waste of time for anyone to make her talk.

Her inner turmoil is getting bigger, not only for the appearance of Caleb but also for the conversation she had with her mentors a few days ago. She has wished to know the truth for so long and when she gets closure, Primrose finds herself in a weird dilemma.

Caleb did what he did for the sake of his family, and for her safety. If that is true, then she is grateful for his selfless action. But along with protecting her, he had shattered her heart and the trust she held for him. She was 18 years old at the time, an age which most people considered to be vulnerable as it was the first step to adulthood. The abandonment and rejection tainted her view of life, asking herself the question of what mistake she made to receive such cruel treatment.

She holds onto that pain, unable to move past it. Primrose knows that there are a lot of good people out there who will treat her better, but the thought of opening her heart again scares her. They said the possibility is endless and the future is limitless, but that also means there is no concrete outcome if she decides to venture out into the dating world again. It frightens her, the thought of loving someone and only to be abandoned by them, the wound in her heart is the haunted reminder of what will happen if she chooses to accept another person into her life.

Primrose has never got into any serious relationship. While many wonderful people want to court her, the furthest she can do is just go out on dates. She yearns for affection yet is too scared to take a leap of fate, so she uses her books as a release of all her pent-up frustration and desires. Lilian once told her that it was quite a shock that she could write such amazing love stories while having no experience in dating at all. The comment, while harmless, is a reflection of her fear. She is afraid that if her heart still yearns for that person, then she will never get out of her own shadow…

And then, Caleb arrives…

His arrival is unexpected, like a twist of fate, and stirring up her still messed up life…

“Here you go…”

Speaking of the devil, Caleb is back with a tray full of drinks. Setting the tray on the table, Lilian is excited to take her frappe while the vampire lord sets the strawberry milk in front of Primrose.

“Caleb, you know how to read mind?”

“Excuse me?” he looks at the brunette, amused at her comment.

“You ordered Primrose’s favorite drink.”

Indeed it is, because the moment he sets the drink in front of her, those onyx eyes become wide open. What is the meaning of this? Why is her heart beating fast? Why did he choose this drink for her?

“Maybe it’s just a lucky guess.”

Caleb’s answer holds more meaning than just a few words coming out of his lips. He still remembers that she likes strawberry drinks a lot, a little detail that has always stuck in his mind, even after his erupt departure. It’s a small yet meaningful gesture, a silent note that Primrose has always been in his mind, whether they are together or not. The raven head turns bright red, a small act of affection, her mind runs through so many questions, trying to figure out his motives.

The young lord observes her reaction, hoping to imprint her adorable flustered face into his mind. She is uncomfortable, but there is also a fluffy air around her, a sign that she enjoys this drink very much. Knowing that he has caused her much stress today, Caleb takes the first step to back away, telling them that he has to go back to the hospital to retrieve his personal stuff.

“You’re not drinking with us?”

“Sorry Lilian, but maybe I can help you with your thesis tomorrow during lunch hour?”

“O-of course…”

There’s a disappointment in the brunette’s voice but she holds herself back from showing it on her face. While this meeting doesn’t go as well as she had hoped, it can be the first step to their connection. Lilian is way too determined to set Primrose up with Caleb, there is no way she will give up on this mission of hers.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” his smile is warm as he turns to Primrose “My pleasure to meet you, Primrose.”

She raises her head, looking at him, and nods her head, unable to utter a single word. She should say thank you, showing her appreciation for the free drink she has, and maybe a little bit of gratitude for getting her favorite drink. But nothing comes out of her lips as she tries to speak, her voice betrays her, and stays silent, refusing to give any sound.

But Caleb still wears a warm smile and somehow she can even see a glimpse of happiness when she finally looks at him. When the young lord leaves, Primrose doesn’t feel at ease. She has thought that the stress will go with him, but no, she feels rather empty, a piece of her heart is taken away.

But why…?

************************************************************************ Caleb’s first step into the Vatore estate is welcomed by a warm yet cheeky smile from Kian. The way his lilac-colored eyes shine a mischievous light sends chills down Caleb’s spine. What is his brother-in-law planning?

“Welcome back Caleb!”

“Well, don’t you look happy? Something good happened recently?”

“You can say that. But it also relates to you too, brother.”

Caleb raises a brow, why is his brother-in-law mentioning him?

“Come, Lilith is waiting for both of us.”

Kian leads the way to the living room, where Lilith is sitting on the plush cushion of the sofa, her brown orbs twinkle in excitement when she sees her older brother entering the space. Butler Richard is standing near the coffee table, holding a folder.

“Welcome back, my lord.”

“Hello, Richard. And hello to you too, Lilith.” Caleb looks at his sister, skepticism fills his eyes “You all seem oddly excited…”

“Indeed we do, brother dear.”

Caleb is taken aback by the way Lilith calls him. Having been by her side for centuries, the young lord can pick up the odd vibe coming from her. He knows that she is planning something, Lilith has a habit of referring to him as ‘brother dear’ when she shares a plan that involves him.

“Lilith, what did you do?”

“Oh don’t say it like that, you make it seem like I’m nothing but a troublemaker.” she huffs, earning a chuckle from her husband who takes a seat next to her “Anyway, read this. Do you like this place?”

Butler Richard hands the document to Caleb and prepares some tea for everyone in the room. The vampire lord scans through the material, silver eyes widen at the material he is reading. It is a leasing contract with his name and signature written perfectly on the paper.

“What is the meaning of this?” he sets down the document, making sure that the forged signature is visible to everyone’s eyes “Who fakes my signature?”

Even without an answer, Caleb already knows who is the culprit behind this silly yet illegal prank. Lilith exhales and bites her bottom lips, trying to act as naturally as she possibly can. But her brother’s stern eyes make it very hard for her to maintain a calm and composed face, Caleb has never been a fan of this kind of forgery.

“The apartment you’re looking at right now is near San Myshuno’s Hospital, it will only take you 10 minutes to walk from there to your workplace.” Kian steps in, easing the tension with what he knows about the new apartment “You don’t have to drive for an hour to get to work, isn’t that amazing?”

“And what else? What is the big secret that I have yet to know?”

The pair flinches at their older brother’s question, such a high perceptive Caleb has, he always knows how to see a few steps ahead of the initial problem.

“Well, the apartment is also right next to Primrose Emberlynn’s place…”

“What?”

The look on Caleb’s face is a mixture of surprise and disappointment. Surprise when he hears her name, but also disappointed as he knows that his sister has been planning this without telling him.

“Lilith, what have you done?” he looks at his sister, wearing an I’m-very-disappointed-of-you-young-lady expression “No, how did you even do this?”

“I may have a few intel…”

The moment she trails off, Caleb knows what she is talking about. He has mixed feelings about this.

Is he proud?

Yes. Lilith demonstrates her investigation skills to the finest. As a defense attorney, the young woman has her hands on the database of almost everyone living underneath the sun. How she is able to find and locate Primrose’s apartment, he never wants to know.

Is he disappointed?

Yes. The fact that Lilith doesn’t disclose anything to him and conducts the investigation by herself, knowing very well how illegal her action is. What his beloved sister did is not just a regular case of invasion of privacy, she abuses her power as an attorney. If her clients knew about this, it would be the end of her career.

“Lilith…why?”

“I…well…” she clenches her jaw, not knowing how to respond. She turns to her husband, pleading for help.

“Don’t look at Kian, Lilith. This is serious. You’re exploiting your resource and using it for personal gain, that’s a crime…”

Tension rises in the air and Caleb’s stern eyes don’t make things easier for her. Lilith knows what she did is wrong, but she has a good reason. But no matter how valid her reason is, she knows that her brother would never allow her to do such a thing. He always tells her that the Vatore family is morally grounded and such action can not be accepted.

Butler Richard comes back with a tea tray and sets it down on the coffee table. Giving each member a cup of their own, he clears his voice, pulling the attention of everyone.

“Lord Caleb, it is unacceptable for Lady Lilith to do what she did, however, all of this only comes from the goodness of her heart.” he speaks up, his voice is warm and kind, like a father speaking to his kids “The apartment is in vacant, so it’s completely normal for a new tenant to come and rent the place. You just happen to be that new tenant, my lord.”

Caleb sighs, almost can not accept his trusted butler’s words. But then again, butler Richard has never been the type who holds onto idealistic morals like him. The man is the tipping scale of right and wrong, good and evil, and whatever he does is only for the best interest of House Vatore. It’s not surprising that he backs up Lilith and her actions.

Taking a sip of his tea, Caleb looks at the leasing contract again, this time, reading it carefully. The more time he invests in reading it, the more Lilith and Kian become relaxed, at least their brother is not lashing out at them, not that it’s Caleb’s nature to voice his opinion vocally. When he sets the document down on the table the second time, he looks at them, silver eyes staring right into their souls.

“Lilith!”

“Y-yes brother?” she flinches at his firm voice.

“You have to know that we as the Vatores don’t condone these acts of treachery. I know that this stems from good deeds, but I need you to promise me that you won’t do it again.”

“I…okay…” she lowers her head, almost too ashamed to look at him.

“For this apartment, given its circumstances, I can let it slide this time.” he sighs, finally giving in to his sister’s plan “However, can I trust you all with the matters of House Vatore?”

His words make her raise her head, surprised and delighted at the same time. As Lilith nods eagerly, Kian and Butler Richard both exhale, knowing the tension between them is slowly fading away.

“You don’t have to worry, Lord Caleb. I will ensure the safety of the estate while you’re gone.”

“And it’s not like you’re half a globe away from here, brother. It’s only an hour's driving, remember?” Kian chimes in, offering a lighthearted joke “A worthed one-hour drive.”

Caleb’s gaze softens, knowing the goodness of his family and how they want him to be happy. The tension is replaced by different opinions and perspectives on Caleb’s moving plan, as they continue their discussions, the young lord wonders how Primrose would react when she knows that he is her new neighbor…

[adara-of-the-flame]

the-name-is-hoggle

“We don’t need a whole city, this one building will do.”

Hoggle snickers lightly at Mars disappointment, sitting back comfortably now that the fire was beginning to build. He looks up to watch the smoke leave via open window holes, the dark sky contrasting with the green interior walls.

At her question, Hoggle looks back at Mars and starts rubbing his chin. Racking his brain for something useful,

“I don’t know any songs but….I know an old poem about a bed? Maybe you can sing it….Since songs are just…poems with music….? It’s something mothers would chant to children to get them to bed down at night.”

He suggests, shrugging a shoulder as he does. It’d be worth a try at least, right?

“Ample make this Bed. Be it of Down or Straw. And in it wait till the Rooster’s First Caw. Be its Mattress soft. Be its Pillow Blessed. Let no Hammer’s Iron noise. Interrupt our needed rest.”

He doesn’t sing it, but at least attempts to say it in a meter. Honestly Hoggle was surprised he’d even remembered the whole thing, considering the number of years since the dwarf had last heard it…

“Can you work with that…?”

adara-of-the-flame

"Aww!" If Mars's eys wren't conveniently covered by her ample, black bangs, they'd be twinkling. "You sure that's not supposed to be a lulliby? It sure sounds like one."

Taking a seat on the hard, crystaline floor, the half-Urru unsling her keytar, forever her trusty tool. After some chords, and some fliddling, she settled on a rather old, gentle melody. She had to work to fit the words in right, but Hoggle's little poem fit quite nicely to John Denver's 'Garden Song' melody.

Maybe thats why the beds grew like a garden. Like if the bud of a pland and a crystal could be one and the same--a very low, flat bud. Perfectly round, from the same frosted-glass-green material as the rest of the house.

To the half-Urru, it was reminicent of a giant pill-box. She started when she noticed it growing beside her, with one growing next to her companion as well. Then, it became like a pin-cushion bud, it's flat surface expanding and rising until the top split with a soft, 'poof!'. Four perfect, even corners folded back like petals, with softer, green cusions blooming out from inside.

Mars patted the top. "Hey! There's blankets! And, pillows! It's like a slumber party!" Which just left the pajamas. There was no way, regardless of how much Mars liked her glitter and tule, that the half-Urru planned to sleep in the gettup she'd sumoned this afternoon.

"I..." Sadly, most of the pajama party songs she knew weren't actually about innocent pajama parties. Mars had been rather disapointed to figure this out. "Um....

"P.Js, p.j.s. Pajamas for innocent fun. Cotten-lined and compfy times out of the sun.."

It was, perhaps the most off-the tounge ditty Mars had put together. A random little, melody keyed in a silly, experimental attempt at just anything.

She hadn't expected it to actually work...

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the stench of this terrible blog…bleck!”

[tabibitto]

Genshin Character Headcannons | How They Cuddle

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Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc

CW: Sfw, Fluff, comfy comfort :)

AN: My pillow was quite warm and soft after being in the dryer, snuggling into it for multiple minutes was what got me to come up with this idea kekekeke-

Xiao:

Cuddling Xiao will take multiple weeks if not months after being around him for him to be comfortable to ask you one day to do it

Poor boy is too scared he would harm you with his karmic debt, or what if he falls asleep, has a nightmare and ends up hurting you

It took a lot of convincing that you would be okay for him to give you a hesitant but sincere nod

The first few times he would wait for you to get into bed first, watching carefully as you turned your back to him and began to crawl with obvious excitement on the bed, curling into a ball on your back, in a half sideways position before patting the space behind you

You paused before asking him, “Big spoon or little spoon?”

Xiao would freeze mid-step to the bed and turn his head like a puppy, confused as to what you meant?

You hid your smile at his actions and explained in a gentle tone, “Do you want to cuddle me or shall I hold you instead?”

His eyes widened and he let out a small gasp before clearing his throat

“U-Uhm…I-I…”

He gulped

“W-What would you like to do?”

Xiao, wasn’t gonna lie. Both sounded amazing. Though he feared if he picked, you would be upset with what he chose

So the first time, he said he would hold you, and allowed you to manhandle him however you saw fit

He took note of how you curled up against him, sighing in bliss at the warmth and comfort you felt in a specific position, how you gently moved his hands where you wanted them

And just as gently held his waist

If you are taller then him, then he would most likely place the side of his face on your chest, facing you. if you have boobs then Xiao would wiggle his face higher, closer to your collarbone in order to both not turn red or make you uncomfortable

If you are shorter then him, he settled for tucking your head under his chin, once again facing you. he felt he could protect you this way, shield you from the cruelties of this world if all he had to do was shift his body over yours

In a way it is comforting for your smaller body to be in a tiny and comfy ball around his, fret not, if you are taller then him he feels all the same

He would just hold his arms tighter around your bigger frame, fearing if he didn’t someone would steal you away

Overtime he became more comfortable touching you so intimately, and would take the initiative to hold you whenever he wanted to, though always asking for permission

Xiao likes to cuddle you in the normal spooning position, except he wants you face him

His legs tangled comfortably with yours

Holding you close to his chest as he gently pulls off his embroidered gloves to reveal his slim and elegant hands

Slightly rough but still comfortable and littered with scars

He uses his fingers to gently slip under your shirt and draw imaginary designs on your skin, or perhaps rub your back or side tummy in comfort

Xiao would do this to pass the time, since he doesn’t normally sleep, and if he does it takes a long time for his senses to relax and understand there is no danger to be weary of

Besides, you seem to enjoy his touchiness so win-win

If you seek him out for comfort after a long day, or because you feel upset, he is instantly laying on the bed, pulling you to him

Believe it or not cuddling has healed his inner child, and very traumatized self after years of abuse

So if he can use such a lovely thing to help you too he will do so without question

What do you need sweething? Whatever it is he will give

Kisses? All over your pretty skin. Praises? Might be a little harder but he will give it his all to reassure you

Under his watch, a sad Y/N is unacceptable and shall immediately be comforted no matter what

With him, you will always be safe. Even if it is from the lingering thoughts of someone’s negativity, and even your own

Zhongli:

Zhongli was in the middle of drinking his tea when you brought this up and turned his head towards you sharply upon hearing this request

His brows would raise in curiosity and amusement before letting out a soft chuckle

“Of course my dear..though I fear it has been many years since I have last…embraced. Though please do not mistake it for discomfort.”

He wanted to ensure you would be as comfortable as possible the first time, like Xiao, he also lets you maneuver him as you like

Taking note of how and where you place him for next time

Don’t worry, it is impossible for Zhongli to forget any detail, even the reddening of your cheeks as he shifts closer.

He usually prefers to have his front pressed against your back, he works your hair, if it is long in a way that is comfortable for you and unbothersome to him if you are around his height or miraculously taller

If you are shorter this is no issue, he snuggles his nose into your hair all the same

Sometimes, if you cuddle after your return from work, he used his hand to massage your back and shoulders, even rub your hips if he must

If you are really sore or in pain, he will flip himself on top of you and give you one of the best massages you have ever recieved.

Seriously, what doesn’t he know how to do

If You are in need of comfort that day, he nuzzles his warm lips against your ear and gently kisses the rim before whispering, in his deep and calm voice gentle reassurances and praises, rubbing your tummy, thighs or breasts if you are okay with it

Fear not though, it is for comfort, he doesn’t mean anything else by it, if you ask for it he will do

If you have insomnia, worry not. Zhongli has the most comforting and calm voice you can find

He will gladly tell you a story, or perhaps hum gently to you

No matter how long it is you nap while holding him, it will be the most comfortable sleep you have ever recieved

As for the Geo Archon, let’s say your other side of the bed will not be empty for a millennia to come

Kaeya:

It was neither you nor him who asked for cuddles, nor was it planned

He had come over one day to spend some time with you, wet your whistles and chat

He noticed you getting cozy on the couch and chugged down his wine before casually making his way over

Kaeya would kick off his shoes, his coat and anything uncomfortable for cuddles before crawling in behind you

“Kaeya what are you-”

“Shhh, go on. Continue what you were saying~”

He would hover over you momentarily , slipping an arm under the small of your back before flipping you two over so he was laying on the couch with your body on top of his, your size mattered not to him

Though if you were shorter, he would tease you every now and then about how tiny your frame is in his bigger one

Simply giving you a toothy grin when you punch his arm playfully

He usually cuddles you this way, an arm around your waist, with one hand casually behind his head as he gazes down at you

If you want kisses Kaeya will demand you come and steal them from him, adoring as you come up with small timidness to peck his lips before he uses the hand behind his head to keep you there

If in one of these occasions you do not bother to ask and just press your lips against his with full confidence, Kaeya will chuckle to mask his flusteredness

“Someone is feeling awfully bold today I take it?”

If you need him to cuddle you for the purpose of comfort from your emotions, the smug and teasing act drops, and he cradles you on top of him like a baby

He will only switch it up and have you face him sideways if he feels you require a feeling of tender safety and comfort

Kaeya gently caresses your sides and gives your head a massage with his fingers before using one to come back around and shush you

He pulls away the finger to gently kiss your lips

On comfort needing days he is slow, gentle and passionate with his kisses, they are usually longer, almost like making out without the sexual neediness of it as he uses his hands to touch you wherever you want, knowing your senses are more sensitive at this time

He takes advantage of this to make you feel as cared for and loved as possible

Cuddling you has made the lonliness in his heart go away, and overtime he even cuts down on the drinking a little

When his kisses are not for comfort but merely just to kiss you, they are deep, secure but soft, a direct and strong, unwavering statement that he is yours and you are his

Diluc:

Diluc is also similar to Xiao in where it takes him a little bit to get comfortable to do such intimate things

Though rest assured, once you start, he will never not cuddle you when he gets the chance

Holding you close reminds him of the times his father snuggled him to sleep, when he wandered into Crepus’s room after a nightmare, holding a pillow as he asked to sleepover

Receiving a chuckle from the older Ragnvindr before crawling in for cuddles

So every now and then, he will like to be the little spoon; weather his head is on your chest, his body half on yours half on the bed, or in a spooning position

It is both comforting and nostalgic, the memories bring no pain

Only pure comfort and love

If it is a day when you need his warm arms to hold you, protect you from the bothersome emotions that have troubled you today

Diluc is quick to leave his desk and shed his coat, already undressing down to his undershirt and trousers for you

He pulls you close, facing you as he presses the side of your face against his chest, letting you nuzzle into it as much as you want

You two are sort of to the side though not fully, just enough to where the free use of both arms is still available

Diluc usually has his hair tied up in a messy bun since it is thick and he does not want it to bother you if it is you behind him tonight

His kisses are gentle, quick and multiple strings of repeated pecks, though long enough to show you he loves you

On days where he feels more romantic, they will be long, slow and deep

His tongue gently brushing your bottom lip every now and then, hands holding your hips or butt comfortably, it always ends with a few playful pecks

Diluc is truly a blessing from Celestia to have on cloudy, rainy or cold days. His warmth never fails to send you to a comfortable slumber