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[reniqt]

Hi hi Ren !! :)) I don't know if you like these idk how to say it.. but like appreciation asks but I mean I hope you don't mind these, but I just wanna say how much you have inspired me on here with your works and I love your account very very much !! It's so cute and even your writting 🤗 you've brought me sm..? Like idk how to say it I'm sorry 😞 I'm not good with words </3 but like you've inspired me somuch with you because your account is so pretty and you always interact when you want to and I like that :)) (sorry for putting this anon, I wld put it no as anon but yk how ppl are on here :l)

hello, dear anon ! ♡︎

like?? I absolutely ADORE these. It’s not often I get these sweet asks,, but opening up my inbox to this has quite literally made my day. you have no idea how happy I got reading this I was sobbing sndnsa :(( and ofc I don’t mind, I feel very honored to be your inspiration 🥹 and I hope I’ll be able to be in the future !! <3 thank you so much for leaving such a sweet message, love, I’ll remember this for a long time :).

[thedeadthree]

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[foryourownbosom]

oOh 55 and 6 for the spotify wrapped ask :D!!

hi darling ! how are you? :DD

55. selene // imagine dragons

6. les oiseaux // pomme

[qtboni]

hai bonni <33 this is my first reqs 4u and im sry in advance if it's kinda of cringe 😭 (i came here from yr simon fic btw nd i luv ur writinggg) wht do u think abt simon being tired as hell coming back home from his mission and literally melts into reader's arms?

HELLO DEAR ANON ! thanks for requesting and no, it's not cringe dw i LOVE it. also ty for loving my writing that literally made my day sm >< enjoy this!

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon melting into your arms after a rough day at work <//3

C/W: Entirely fluff + kisses

Simon had a long day at work and was feeling tired and stressed. He started his car and drove home, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back. As he pulled into his driveway, he saw you standing on the porch, waiting for him.

You smiled and walked towards him, your arms outstretched. Simon stumbled out of his car and into your arms, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He felt the tension in his body melt away as you held him close, your warmth and comfort surrounding him.

"Welcome home, Simon," you whispered, resting your head on his chest.

"Thanks." Simon replied, wrapping his arms around you and taking a deep breath.

The warmth of your body against his, your breathing against his ear, all of it was like a balm for his soul. He let go of the tension in his muscles and let himself melt into you. Your warmth and love surrounded him, making him feel safe and protected.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling you hug him tightly.

"I missed you," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "Missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Si'," you replied, your voice full of love.

For a moment, nothing else mattered but your embrace and the love that you shared. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. And in that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.

"Hey," you said, leading him towards the house. "Let's go inside, okay?"

You helped him inside, guiding him to the couch, where you could hear him release another deep sigh.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, sitting beside him. "Food? Um, what about some tea? I think that will help you loosen u-"

Simon reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. "Just you being here is enough, love." he replied.

"I'm always here for you, Simon," you said, giving his hand a squeeze back.

You leaned into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss against his stubble-roughened cheek. The gesture was gentle, yet full of meaning. Simon felt a warmth spreading from his cheek to the rest of his body, your love surrounding him like a blanket.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment, letting himself be fully present in your embrace. He could hear your heartbeat against his chest, and the sensation was soothing and calming.

You reached out and pulled his balaclava up, revealing his mouth. A quick peck and his face lit up with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.

You watched as he became more and more beaming, his mouth turning into a grin as you removed the balaclava. "There he is," you said softly, your voice filled with affection. You giggled, teasing him as you added, "My little baby soldier."

Simon's eyes were fixed on you, filled with a sense of pure adoration and love. He was grateful to have someone who accepted him for who he was, especially coming home from a long and difficult mission.

"Baby soldier?" He asked.

"Yeah, well, aren't you one, my love?"

"I am so not a baby soldier."

"Oh, damn you're right." You replied with faux surprise. You leaned into him, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them together.

Then you added, whispering as you do so, "You're my little baby lieutenant, aren't you, Si'?"

You feel Simon inhale and see him averting his gaze. You giggled at him and kissed both of his cheeks.

Simon cannot bring himself to retort any longer as he completely melts into your kisses and embrace. If you said he's a little baby lieutenant, then for god's sake, he is.

It was a moment of pure serenity, of pure love. And Simon knew that he would always cherish it, a beacon of solace in the midst of the chaos of the world.

And then, as if driven by an instinctive need to express the depth of his emotions, he pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, his touch firm and passionate.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. But there was no question about the sincerity of his words, the longing in his eyes as he looked at you. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

"I love you too," you replied, your own voice just as genuine. And with those words, Simon knew that everything was going to be alright.

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 24﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Size Kink

Summary: After returning from your trip, you found out your boyfriend is not okay. Maybe a vacation (To Venice) ;) would help. (Mentions of Deppressed!Suguru, angst, breakdowns, toothrotting fluff and comfort, Satoru being a wonderful best friend, Suguru healing) ❤️‍🩹 Basically hurt-comfort with size!kink 😭

Warnings: Angst, breakdowns, Suguru’s deranged and suc!dal and has murderUrges, Reader (us) comfort him and pull him out from it. Mentions of reader’s breakdowns, cus I mean— 🤷🏻‍♀️ Look at him!!?? Nipple-play, breeding, softsex, sensual, FLUFFY AND NICE AND SUGURU’s so Spoiling towards us it’s just 🙈

A/N: Guys I had sm fun 🥹😵‍💫🩵 writing this I swear!! Hurt-comfort is like my favorite thing in the whole wide world <33 I love to characterize Suguru & to play around with his character. *Screeches and screams* 🍨🍦 I made him yummy thank me later xx Also can we look at the images of him above 🥵 size kink BRRRR

"If you really think, you can do everything, take everything in, save people, and somehow save yourself along with the deceitful thinking that you will protect me. Then you're wrong!" Tears welled up in your eyes, the pain clearly imminent in Suguru's eyes. He looked dead inside, and no mourning was soothing your ache for your older Suguru. You just, missed him beyond beliefs… even when he was right beside you. You hoped he would response to your cry of pain, your bleeding words, but he didn't have it in him anymore. Suguru had almost, given up on himself.

Your hands found themselves clasping onto his collar, pulling him closer to you. "Suguru, look at me, I am telling you something. Can't you fucking see how much it hurts!" You screamed, losing your calm, your temper. It felt ironical to complain to him about how much it's hurting you. You can see he's got it worse; the nights full of terrors and the days full of decaying cursed spirits. You were an empath for your lover, and it was clear staying near him was subjecting you to everything he felt. He doesn't want to see you this way, desperate and hurting…

"I'm sorry, Angel." Suguru sighed, wrecked with the way you burst into tears and hugged him. Voice choking onto sobs as you earnestly tried clutching onto him for dear life. "Sugu, come back to me please come back…" You cried, wailed and eventually dropped onto your knees. The incomprehensible feeling, the heaviness of the things Suguru was going through was making you breathless.

Suguru's heart was only breaking further apart, watching you slowly scrape away in front of him. "I want to kill myself." He finally spoke up, "No, truth is, I want to kill everyone."

This was the first time Suguru was opening up, and no matter how brutal it sounded, his eyes were still kind. Maybe because it was you, in front of him. "You are a sorcerer, too, I shouldn't say this to you, but I hate those monkeys." He radiates pessimism and negativity through him. Yet, you smile a little.

"Come with me, go away with me." You held his hands, squeezing them tightly as if you were grateful they're not cold. You truly were. They were warm, they were still your Suguru's hands.

"Please, Suguru, let's go away for some time." You urged, and he knelt with you, hugging you tightly, not caring about the whimper that escapes you because of his firm grip.

"Running away, won't solve anything." He echoed, and you felt your stomach sink. Soft sniffles echoing in the room as you shook your head like a tantrum-y child.  "No, we will solve everything. You and I, we can solve everything. No matter what it is." You cupped his face, becoming stronger for him. "It's okay to feel like this Suguru, it's okay. I'm here." You nudge, watching his eyes showing signs of at least, some life in them. "Can you, not give up?" You meant on himself, you meant on everything.

To make sure, he understands… you hummed again, "makes me feel like, I'm being abandoned."

Suguru blinked at that, letting your words settle deep within. "Makes me feel like, I'm not even worth fighting for." You looked down, not having the guts to say this to him while making eye-contact. "Please, let's elope somewhere Sugu." You crooned, babying him almost. "I will follow you to the ends of the earth anyway, even if your path is changed." You hum, and with the way your pupils fixated on your hands intertwined, Suguru knows you mean it.

"Okay, maybe… I do need a little get away." Suguru smiled tenderly, partial charm returning to his eyes.

Oh it felt like rain in famine, "Good, thank you, I love you."

"I love you too, my Angel."

---

The next thing was you booking tickets to go to Europe. You urged Satoru and Yaga to not assign any more missions for Suguru. It was hard, you and Suguru were both powerful special grade sorcerers; but hey- you both had Satoru to rely on. "I told you the moment he lost weight, he wasn't doing okay." Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes, tapping at his feet impatiently in the café you decided to meet him in. "What the fuck is up with being the one to hide things?" Satoru was pissed, why would his best friend not communicate? "Makes him feel less of a man?" You chuckle at that, you knew Satoru loved him almost as much as you did. "I've persuaded him to go on a trip with me." "You did?" Satoru was… amazed. These days, Suguru wasn't even joining in for any normal outings. Wasn't going out of his house for weeks, wasn't even meeting you. Things worsened when you left to Korea for a mission longer than 3 weeks. You had to stay there for some Jujutsu School Collaboration initiative. That's when Suguru was off his leash, truly at his worst. Taking missions more than he should, succumbing to the darkness of his mind and the curses.

"Just, want you to handle things while we're gone." You sipped onto the iced frappe you've ordered. Meanwhile Satoru ate a mochi, seemingly absent-minded and bored. "You don't have to worry about that, you know I'd do that in a heartbeat for him." He bratted, raising a brow at you. "And you…"

You smiled at that, nodding gently. It felt good to have the 'Strongest' so whipped for your boyfriend, and platonically you, as well.

The higher-ups posed a threat, as always. 'Why is Suguru Geto not on missions?' ; 'Did he get off the job of a Sorcerer?' especially the cunt-faced Principal of Kyoto. You and Satoru personally paid him a disrespectful visit at his school. Nothing he can complain against, wouldn't sit well to anger two special grades, will it? Despite showing that the Sorcerer world is only filled with people who are willing to take on the role- example: Nanami switching from corporate jobs to a sorcerer job… it was still, at the end, a disgusting, foul powerplay hidden beneath shackles of rules. If you are a special grade sorcerer, they'd do anything to hold on to you. Even blackmails are not far off the list. Emotionally draining…

---

"I have booked us a flight to Venice, baby." You sat cross legged on the swing chair Suguru's house has, fondling with your iPad and searching for hotel venues. "Venice huh." Suguru was still numbed, but at least, not he couldn't avoid you because practically you lived with him now. "Yeah, we can go to Switzerland, and also wherever you want. I hear Germany this time of the year is beautiful." You croaked excitedly, swaying your legs as he walked towards you, sitting on the chair in front of you. "Satoru told me you and I are on a vacation for months." He came directly on the point. "The trip isn't that long, is it?" He manspreaded, raising a brow.

You gulped, smiling softly, the last thing you need is him feeling 'weak'. You had to approach this carefully. "Suguru, I think you and I have done enough missions for a while. I want us to spend some time together, to ourselves." You added some degree of truth, "Also, I don't want you to keep eating curses and letting them eat you from the inside and I don't want to lose the person I love the most in my fucking life." With the way you affirmatively snapped, there was no way, Suguru would battle against it. A soft nod was all you got as a response.

"Alright, I will handle the packing. Don't want you screeching like a wild animal when you discover you forgot your charger." He leaned in, giving you a chaste peck & you giggled. "Of course."

---

The packing, the preparations, the dressing up and going to the Airport, the flight where you slept leaned against his shoulder. All went by in a tender haze of beautiful memories. Inflicted and infected by his sadness, still. Though you wouldn't mind. You're ready to accept him rotten if needed.

When you two reached Venice, the Victorian style hotel with the boats and the beautiful lakes was in fact, refreshing for him; and you. You knew it because Suguru had stopped going to your shared balcony of the house, now here he was, standing there, observing the people. The couples giggling and kissing each other, the boat rowers singing in their native Italian language, the streets with so much hustle and bustle… yet calming. You hugged him from behind, breathing in his scent. "Like it?" "Love it, my beautiful baby." He crooned back, turning towards you and pulling you closer to him by your hips. "I love you." He chanted, almost in a way that he used to when he first asked you out. These past few months were hard and rough, but if you were able to have him back, even infinitely slowly… you'd dedicate it to eradicating all his sadness.

"If you want, I can dress very Lana Del Rey today and we could make steamy love." You giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly. Suguru and you… yeah, haven't made love in a while. You'd never push him when he isn't feeling it, and naturally, someone who's suffering so much would have it at the last thing on his mind.

"You're right, how disappointing of me… I don't remember the last time I treated you, I worshipped you." He thought out loud, and you pouted. "It's okay Suguru, don't think about it like that. Think about how you're gonna make it up to me." You stuck your tongue out, giggling.

It's the way he looks at you, like he's starving and you're delectable. It's the way his eyes are loud enough with their projection of love that it quiets the world down for you. It's the way Suguru Geto breathes, that makes you love him so much you'd break.

Right now, he's doing the same thing… being himself. Hands wandering to your sides and helping you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked towards the shared bedroom of the hotel. Leaning in and kissing you passionately, shoving his tongue just to show how much he's been deeply yearning. Admiration coated in every action. "So lucked out that I have you." He smiled to himself, kissing your forehead deeply once you were nestled into the succumbing softness of the mattress.

"Same," you grin back, watching him undress you with his eyes first, and then his hands followed. You mimicked the same movements.

"I can't handle the fucking hotness!" You whined, once he was left in his pants, upper body naked for you to devour. Suguru chuckled, heat rushing through his cheeks and core as he cupped your face, kissing you once again.

The thing about you and him is, Suguru is big. He's built like a bulky man. Stretched to 6'3'', broad shoulders that'd hold two of you, hands big enough you miss almost an inch if you were to compare his with yours. Yeah, Suguru was big and you were tiny. Something that only aided to you being subbier and smaller to him. Letting him manhandle and take all the control that he wants to.

"Who do you belong to, darling?" He cooed, watching you instantly answer. "You, forever and always."

It warms his heart when he hears that, spreading your damp pussy lips with his fingers and thrusting a finger into you. It's been… long. He knows it with the way you're clamping for dear life, just on his digit. "Sh-i-t," You croak out, while Suguru hushed you with a soft kiss, slowly moving his finger in and out of your pussy. Once he felt you had accepted his finger's girth, he inserted another one. "AH god-" You whined, mewling at the delicious stretch of his thick and long fingers being coated with your essence. "You want to make sweet love and you're so worked up with the fingers alone." He chuckled to himself, stretching you out so good, curling them against the familiar sensitive spot.

Your back arched, the way your pussy clamped as if she was a slave to his hands and cock.

"Oh she's close." He cooed, "Go on, cum for me then I can ruin you with me." He kissed your pelvis, holding it down as your orgasm raked through you, approaching fiercely and shuddering your body against him as waves of pleasure took over you. "Good girl. Good little girl." Suguru praised, riding it out for you. Once the orgasm's high settled, Suguru took out his fingers and suckled onto them, eyes never leaving yours.

"Want you, so bad!" You gasped out, pulling him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him, feeling the imprint of his cock into you. "Alright alright, impatient little girl." He smirks, pushing the tip of his pre-leaking cock into you in one swift stroke. Mean, Suguru Geto is mean sometimes… especially when he wants you to be scream at the stretch only he can give you. No one else, he wants your pussy to know only how he feels. Damn he's big, and when he pushes himself balls deep, your pussy is strained beyond its limit. "Shit- s- so big Sugu." You whimper out, tearing up at the ache.

"Ssh, it's okay darling. I'm still. Adjust to me, go on." Suguru patiently waits, kissing your face all over, leaning in and kissing your breasts, suckling onto your nipples while you clamped and waited for the pain to settle in.

"Move, please…" You glance at him now, doe-eyed and insatiable.

"Of course, took you some time to adjust to me huh? Tiny little baby." He smiles, thrusting into you without relent. Your womb stops him from going in any further, your insides torn apart deliciously at the feeling of being ploughed by him. "Oh- G- oh God," words fail you, the air choked out of your lungs with how good it hurts, with how pleasureful it feels.

Suguru's hand laced around your pelvis, pressing on it gently. "Got you," He smirks cockily, holding your hand and keeping it on your pelvis, enveloped by his own as he pressed.

A shrill scream filled the room, "Oh you can sense it, can't you sweetheart? Sense how deep I reach?" You moan at the pressure, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you hopelessly nodded. Gasping and choking on air. "God yes, Sugu- AH please- oh my- g'nna," You whimpered, while Suguru was at a rhythmic pace now. Sometimes pulling all the way out and pushing back all the way in. He loved seeing you walk the rope between pleasure and pain.

"Good girl, with the way you're holding onto me, I can sense you're close." Suguru hummed, grounding you with his kisses, his spoiled little praises.

"Go on, show me how much you missed me."

"Just like (thrust) I (thrust) missed (thrust) this (thrust) pussy-" Suguru toppled off the edge right with you, painting your insides white with his warmth. "Oh god- fuck-"

You shudder, spasming around his cock and milking him further.

"That's it, I got you. I got you." Suguru reminded, leaning in and kissing you softly, tenderly, as if you'd break if he were to touch you wrong.

"I missed you, I missed this." He mused to himself, blushing a little at the sight of you fucked out and half-lidded. You nodded, still taking ragged breaths. "I love you"

"I love you too, Angel."

[deathbxnny]

HEBUAWBIAHWUW HEY POOKIE!!!

Sorry I just love the open requests😍😍 ANYHOW!

I've been requesting too much romantic shit.... Sooo, I've got an unusual mixup of characters! Kinich, Neuvillette and Wanderer with child, fem! reader. (I'd like age for reader to be like, 9-11 or even a bit younger but you can play with whatever age you want based on the scenario!)

So, in Wanderer's scenario reader has to be like adopted, since he's a puppet and all.

But for Neuvi's scenario (sorry I can only see him as a girl dad) I think reader could easily be his biological child, kinda like Sigewinne (she's old but looks like a child so that could work). Being Neuvi's daughter EUGHHHHHH I would die for that

In Kinich's scenario reader can be his 'adopted' or biological little sister you can choose!!

(apologies if it's very specific but my cravings for fanfiction are like those weird pregnancy cravings women get)

Anyways, I hope you're doing great mootie! Unfortunately, I haven't been getting better at all... health wise, yeah I got better, but mental health wise? I think I'm just getting worse. But I hope all's going better for you!!! xoxo and flowers for u🪻🌼🌸

Genshin men with a Fem!Child!Reader. | Neuvillette, Kinich, Wanderer

Thank you sm for the cute request, dear moot!! I appreciate it a lot! Also, I completely get how you feel, as I've been feeling the exact same way. If you need someone to talk to, my dms are always open for all!!<33

Content: Child reader, platonic relationships, fluff, slight angst?, sfw

Reader is requested to be female!

((Not fully proofread))

》NEUVILLETTE

This man was elated when he first held you in his arms as a small infant. It was a rainy yet sunny day at the same time, his excitement showing in the tears he attempted so hard to hide. Deep down, Neuvillette felt his loneliness finally lift at your presence, glad to have someone in his life that he could cherish and love to his hearts content.

Therefore, it comes to no surprise that he spoiled you greatly with anything you wanted. He dressed you in frilly, lavish dresses, never sparing any expenses for your many fulfilled wishes. He arranged grand tea parties for you, never shying away from spending as much time as possible with you, despite his awfully busy schedule. It hurts his heart to be away from you for long periods of time, but he makes it up to you with sweets and gifts everytime.

Despite how much he spoils you, he also makes sure to instill a deep sense of justice into you. You are raised to seek truth and handle difficult situations with a righteous yet empathetic moral compass.

Seeing you advance and grow makes him prouder than you could ever imagine.

》KINICH

You were an orphan child he had taken in when you were just a very small baby. Growing up together, he often tried his best to provide you with everything he could, even with his rather difficult upbringing. At times, he worries that what he does isn't enough for you, but he tries his best to make you proud of him as an older brother and caretaker. You are what he fights for every day, and he keeps you in his heart during the annual tournament, especially.

He'll often also bring you trinkets and clothes back from his travels. He tries to spend a lot of time with you otherwise, too, like playing games or taking you out for some mildly adventurous walks.

Unfortunately for Kinich and you, Ajaw is ofcourse always there with you. He had initially banned any contact between you two until he noticed that the grand and allmighty dragon seemed rather docile around you at least. His goal was to make Kinich miserable after all... not you.

Either way, even when he worries that he isn't doing enough to give you the best life possible, it fills him with pride to see you beam up at him so happily. It makes all the hardships he goes through so worth it.

》WANDERER

He took you in mostly against his will at first. Your parents had abandoned you to pursue their academic dreams, and so you were, at the time, temporarily put into his care. He warmed up to you pretty fast, though, as your situation reminded him of his own. And something about that scared him deeply.

He knew that he wasn't the most ideal man, and his erased past very much highlighted that exact fact. But under Nahida's calming and wise guidance, he found himself reluctantly falling into fatherhood for your sake. It wasn't easy, and there were a lot of internal battles he still faces daily years later, that oftentimes can make you bump heads. But he does his best to provide you a good and better childhood than his own.

He tries to be loving, caring, and understanding, even if he doesn't know how to. Wanderer can be harsh and even very blunt, but he learned how to be patient and gentle through you. He spends a lot of time with you even whilst he's working around the Akademiya, often just dragging you along to make sure nothing happened to you in his absence.

He ultimately may not be the most greatest father out there... but he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to be for your sake. Just so that the cycle didn't repeat again.

[yanderestarangel]

Hey!! I love your work sm and I’d love to request something <3

Can I request a smut with MK1 Kuai Liang where he’s in need of comfort and love after Bi-Han betrayed him and Tomas? Thank you and I hope you have a great day <33

—"𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔" | 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆

A/N: Thanks for the request honey, I love writing soft b*tching.

TW: Smut, afab anatomy, vaginal sex, blowjob, no pronouns used other than 'you'.

You and Kuai Liang were married, he was always affectionate and sweet, and that night Kuai Liang came back to your house desperate, with a scar on his eye.

"-Bi Han... Bi Han betrayed us, he betrayed the Lin Kuei..." -Kuai Liang spoke sad, needy and looking to be comforted by you, while he looked at you, still feeling pain in his eye. You ran to meet your husband, worried about the wounds he had on his body and face, taking as many clean tissues and medicine as possible.

Kuai Liang softened as you attended to his wound, feeling your gentle touch soothing his pain. He looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with vulnerability.

"-Bi Han... he has turned against the Lin Kuei, our own brother. He's become a traitor, willing to sacrifice everything we stand for." -Kuai explained, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and anger.

"-He seeks power at any cost, even if it means turning his back on our clan and all that we hold dear." -He leaned closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "-I fear the day may come when I must confront him, even if it means fighting my own flesh and blood."

Feeling safe and loved in your embrace, he leaned his head against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. He held your hand gently, seeking comfort in your touch. "-I'm sorry you have to witness this side of me, my love. I wish I could protect you from all this darkness."

You guided your tired husband to a hot bath, he looked... Tired, letting you take him and scrub away the dirt and dried blood that still existed on his skin, he just let you take care of him, his head was full of thoughts about an uncertain future. You guided Kuai to the room, watching him just fall on the bed, naked, looking at the window and moonlight that came in and illuminated the ninja's sore and muscular body, you just wanted to make him forget everything, and slowly touched him, kissing him passionately. Kuai Liang's body tensed up slightly as he felt your tender touch and your lips on his skin. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, basking in the warmth of your love and the pleasure you were giving him.

You progressively went down to his abdomen, while taking his dick in your hands, while putting Liang's throbbing length in your mouth, he moaned softly as you lovingly sucked on his hardening member. His hips involuntarily bucked, seeking more of your touch and your mouth. Reaching down, he gently caressed your hair, enjoying the feel of it between his fingers as you continued to pleasure him. Each stroke and lick sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, momentarily pushing aside his pain and worries. Kuai let out a low growl, a mixture of lust and longing, as his fingers tightened in your hair. "-Yes, my love... just like that. Suck my cock... make me forget everything but you..." -His voice was filled with desire and need, his body becoming more responsive to your every touch. He arched his back, offering himself more fully to you, his moans growing louder and more urgent, as you continued to tease and please him, his mind began to drift away from the chaos and betrayal that plagued him. He became lost in the sensations you were evoking, his focus solely on the pleasure you were giving him, allowing him to momentarily forget about the world outside.

You soon see Kuai tighten the sheets beneath him, a clear sign that he wanted to cum, but you wanted to please him even more by moving your mouth away from his pulsing shaft, you crawled on the bed, towards his dick, quickly positioning your pussy on his dick, without even having time to think about using some kind of protection. Kuai Liang's breath hitched as he felt your tightness enveloping him, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and pleasure. He gripped your hands tightly, his fingers interlacing with yours, offering you support and stability, he couldn't help but groan as he felt the warmth and wetness of your pussy surrounding him, making him throb even more inside you. He admired the sight of you straddling him, your delicate body pulsing with pleasure. The vulnerability and intimacy of the moment stirred a deep fire within him, driving him to possess and protect you. His hands trailed up your sides, his touch gentle as they settled on your waist, guiding your movements on his cock. He met your thrusts with his own, the delicious friction intensifying the pleasure for both of you.

"-Oh... Fuck my love... You feel so amazing... so tight around me." -Slowly, he adjusted his grip on your hands, guiding them to his broad chest. His muscles rippled beneath your touch as he watched you, he allowed himself to be consumed by the sensations, his body acting on pure instinct, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure you provided. The room filled with the symphony of your moans and the rhythmic sounds of your bodies colliding.

"-You make me forget all the pain, all the betrayals... I only want you, right here, right now... Damn... I love your little pussy wrapped around my cock..." -Kuai Liang's thrusts grew more urgent and fervent, he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies, the feeling of your tightness gripping him, taking him to new heights of lust.

"-I want to hear you scream my name, come for me (Y/N)..." -he growled, his voice filled with overflowing need. His grip on your waist tightened as he took control, his thrusts becoming more forceful and confident. He plunged into you relentlessly, his pace unyielding as if he could never get enough of you. As you continued to ride him, the coil of pleasure within you built higher and higher, threatening to explode. Your moans grew louder, and with each one, he felt his own pleasure intensify, feeling your walls tighten around him, Kuai Liang knew you were close. His hand slipped between your bodies, reaching to stimulate your sensitive clit. He teased and rubbed, adding another layer of sensation to push you over the edge. "-Fuck, Feel my cock deep inside you. You belong to me, body and soul. Give in to the pleasure, and scream my name." -He continued to suckle on your breast, alternating between gentle licks and powerful suction, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin. With his free hand, he brought it down in a firm but controlled spank on your ass, the sound of the impact echoing in the room. Kuai Liang was completely lost in the fervor of the moment, his eyes locked on you, wanting to witness your release, he could feel his own release approaching, the tightness in his balls ready to burst.

With a low growl, he released himself inside you, his hot seed filling you completely. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he found his release.

In the afterglow of your shared climax, Kuai Liang held you tightly, his heart racing against yours. He placed gentle kisses on your skin, his voice filled with love and devotion. "-Thank you (Y/N)... thank you for taking care of me... I just love you my angel."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[h0ney-mochi]

a little kunikuzushi brainrot from the anon who sent the kissing scara ask ...... i just NEED someone to talk to about this ughh

okay. he's, of course, innocent as ever, so this one time when he comes across a ✨spicy✨ moment in some book he'd been reading, kuni doesn't understand what's happening in that scene. so he comes to you for help!

when he asks about it, you chuckle awkwardly and try to avoid explaining it to him, but kuni's eager to learn and doesn't want to give up easily. he's so cute omg

my brain has a limit, so what would you do?

(also, you seem like a pretty cool person! can i be 🧋 anon?)

Kunikuzushi x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT (it's mainly sfw, but at the end it gets a little suggestive)

Summary: Kunikuzushi spends some of his time reading. His pure, innocent self comes across a.. scene, which he doesn't really understand, but from the sentences it's good..? So he comes to you, asking for your help on it. How could you deny him when he's so eager to know..?

A/n: WELCOME 🧋 ANON <33 Thank u sm for the ask!! I like to think I'm pretty alright :)) I don't think I wrote this well ahh.... 🙌

This made me think, a little hard to write on the explaining, so that part is a little messy.. but ahhh, explaining to lil innocent kuni what the scene is... his flushed reaction... aah~ the possibilities?!

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

You're just relaxing in your room, writing some things down on a small paper. That's when you heard footsteps and the door open. You turn around and see that it's Kunikuzushi. You noticed that he had a book in hand. You greet him, asking what brings him to you, while you go back to your paper.

He walks next to you and sits down on the chair next to the desk. "Well I- there's this scene in the book and I don't understand.. it..?" He quickly opens up the book again and you put your pen down. Kuni shows you and you take it in your hands, reading. It takes you a moment to realize you're reading one of those spicy scenes. You stop reading as you widen your eyes, looking at him, back at the words and then back at him.

You put the book back in front of him, awkwardly laughing. "Well, that's- It's not really important, so you can just continue in the book," you say, smiling slightly at him, "It's not the the end, is it?" He nods, but continues to speak, "Well, yeah, but I want to know. She describes it as-" "I very well read what she described it as, Kuni," you chuckle, tapping your fingers against the desk, "But it's something you can learn later in life, you know-?"

"Why can't you just tell me?" He stares with a confused look, "Is it really that bad? The author certainly doesn't write it like that-" You let out a sigh, thinking, staring at the book. He leans down to meet your gaze, "Please?" You look at him. Is it really worth telling this pure soul what he just read? Well, his curiosity is adorable.. Oh dear. He won't back away that easily, so might as well just get over it, no?

"Alright, um," you start, clearing your throat, "Give me the book again." Kuni gives it to you and you head to the page. You read through the start of the scene and then a bit after, quickly grasping on what exactly you're about to explain to him. You're not sure if he genuinely does not know anything or maybe he knows something, just a little.. you hope he does, would ease your mind..

You start speaking, asking 'simple' questions first, such as how much does he know about anything related, and all that jazz. You're regretting everything as you're proven again that no, he does not know.

And so you explain. Bit by bit, you try your best to tell him that yes, that's seggs, and yes, a man has his dick inside a woman in the scene. And yes that they both receive pleasure. You tried your best, yet you had no idea what the fuck were you trying to say. But the more you tried to explain, the more you noticed his face getting hotter. He asks questions, you answer them.

At some point you shut up completely, seeing Kunikuzushi put his hands on his face for a moment. "Are you okay?? I know this is a very awkward topic, I don't know if I'm even telling you something," you chuckle a little. He takes his hands away and swallows. Kuni looks back at you, shifting in his seat, "..And how do they- how does that feel?" You blink. Thinking for a moment, you respond, "Well, it usually feels good, the author wrote it as.. well, we both read it."

"Have you done it?" His gaze is unfocused. You shake your head, "No, but I've read of it, maybe seen it, and few of my friends speak of it." It's silent, Kuni being lost in thought. Then he whispers an "Could we try it?" Your eyes widen at that. He looks at you with a pleading look, "Pleaase? I want to know how that is.." "Kuni, this is something you should really think about first-" You quickly respond, but he interrupts you.

"Please?"

..You can't say no to that, can you?

So with few more sentences, and him being eager to have you show him, you and him were on the bed. Your hand held his face as you told him how to kiss, Kuni immediately pressing his lips against yours when you stop talking.

Then you had him part his lips, so you could show him more how a kiss can be. Your hand on his cheeks, the other at his waist. In between kisses, he's telling you how he's feeling weirder and hotter. Each of your soft touch on his body was making him shudder and make noise in your mouth.

"Are you sure?" You ask again, hand tracing his arm. He nods quickly, "Yes, yes, please." So you continued. You laid down while telling Kuni what to do, telling him that yes, you can touch that, yeah you can touch that as well. It seemed like he couldn't focus though, too much information, too much of your touch, your words, you. His hands were a little shaky, he was flushed and his eyes always went from your eyes to your body. After a moment, he just mumbled out an 'It's too much..'

You nodded, saying it's completely fine. You understand. You laid him down and got on top, indulging him another kiss. His hands went on your shoulders, moaning in the kiss when your hand trailed down his stomach. Kuni pulls away, bucking his hips, "Lower.. please, touch me-" So you did. And his head falls back as a whine comes through. You press a kiss to his cheek, "I'll show you what they did, alright?"

[basiatlu]

for the 1k gift thing can u draw some happy wolfstar with baby harry ?? i love ur work sm, congrats on 1k !!!!! <33

Oh geez um I can’t read and I glossed over the word ‘happy’ so um er how about ‘bittersweet’ instead? Sorry, dear, but I hope you still like them! And thank youuuu!! Couldn’t have done it without you 💖

[anystalker707]

Dolled up [2/2]

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [male, amab] Reader Summary: Sanji wants another encounter with you. Tags: He wears pretty lingeries / Demanding, but he's a bottom / He's gets eaten out / Just a princess / a PILLOW princess

Requested by anon [I LOVE how you wrote ‘dolled up’ with sanji and i was wondering if you could do part 2 to that? If not then just another sanji x top male readers fine! You don’t have to do it btw! Ty and have an awesome day!] A/n: thanks sm for your request <33 i hope you have a great day, dear!

[PART 1]

MASTERLIST

          Sanji had noticed your persistent presence and gaze upon him. You eyed him differently after he showed up in your cabin for a midnight surprise, as if you were all the time picturing him wearing that lingerie under his normal clothes. There was something else, but he couldn’t quite get what it was.

Were you trying to figure something out about him? Studying him? He wasn’t really sure about it, but he didn’t feel like facing it directly. Some sort of superiority had been granted to Sanji the moment he found out how lost you were for him, and he wouldn’t throw it all away now. He loved the way your breath would hitch whenever he reached for something on the higher parts of the cabinets, making his shirt ride up just enough… It was good knowing he had such power.

“Excuse me,” you whispered, suddenly popping Sanji out of his bubble of thoughts and placing the ground under his feet again. Your hands were firm around his waist, gently moving him to the side so that you could walk past him and grab something from the fridge. He couldn’t even focus, mind going blank the moment your hands grabbed his waist and set him aside, so he looked down and let his hair fall more over his face in the hope it would cover his blush. Thankfully, you didn’t notice anything.

Sanji wanted the attention so badly, but he also didn’t want to be the one to give in first. This feeling bubbled up under his skin as the days passed; a presentment, though he didn’t know what for. At least until it was time for his night watch, that is.

Everything needed to be in the right measurement, and it lacked something, though Sanji wasn’t sure what. A quiet hum escaped his lips as he licked the sauce from his finger, shifting his weight to one of his legs with a soft sigh. He was a little sleepy and tired, but it was nothing he couldn’t endure. With a sigh, he was about to reach for a jar when he stopped midway.

Arms wrapped warmly around Sanji’s waist, soon accompanied by a presence behind him. It didn’t take him a lot of thought to know who it was, and his heart fluttered at the same moment.

“Doll,” you whispered right next to Sanji’s ear, making his skin rise in shivers at the same time it heated up. ���My princess.”

“Yours?” Sanji whispered back almost too quickly, in a mocking tone. He wasn’t reaching for the jar anymore, only resting both of his hands on the countertop this time. The fact you were there, finally interacting directly with him and touching him without restraints, somehow managed to calm down a tension that bubbled up inside him previously. It melted away in a pleasing feeling that still carried an anxious edge.

“Of course,” you whispered with a soft chuckle, nuzzling the crook of Sanji’s neck and having fun with the way his skin rose in shivers. “I thought I’d claim you before anyone else. Am I so wrong for doing that, or did I get the wrong message? Were you just using me the other day?”

Sanji couldn’t help but sigh at your assumptions, pausing as he glanced back to raise an eyebrow at you before he shook his head to himself. Your gaze remained the same before his vague response.

“You’re difficult,” Sanji muttered, smirking at the way you gasped in offense.

“Oh, I’m the difficult one here?” You clicked your tongue and kissed Sanji’s shoulder through his shirt, inhaling the cologne he used—it was floral, in soft notes that could be caught under the smell of cigarettes and something else, stronger on the back of his neck. Also through the thin fabric of his button-up, your fingers worked on his waist, caressing and looking for something. “You’ve been avoiding me the whole week. Do you know how lonely I’ve been?”

Sanji felt a sense of pride swell in his chest at the fact that you recognized his distance—that you missed his presence and felt miserable because of that. He exhaled, smiling. “Oh? So were you having fun with your hand instead?”

“Why would I when I have you?” You scoffed, and your words sent a sparkle down Sanji’s spine that ended in the warmth that started forming in his lower stomach. His cheeks heated up a little, and he had to look down, trying to contain the smile that fought to form on his face. “Or are you bored? Maybe I just got the wrong idea.” Your touch became lighter at the same moment you paused, but Sanji promptly placed his hands over yours and tugged on your hands to wrap your arms tighter around his torso while he leaned back against you, with his head on your shoulder. It was enough to have your heart going wild in your chest.

“Don’t be silly.” Sanji chuckled, turning his head enough to plant a kiss on your cheek.

A smile stretched across your face according to how you relaxed, tightening your arms around him before nuzzling the crook of his neck with a soft hum. Sanji’s fingers laced with yours, warm palms pressed to the back of your hands as he relaxed into your touches, sighing softly. It was nice to just be with him like that; your heart felt out of place with the unusual amount of happiness it felt, almost making you feel dizzy while pulling Sanji closer, wanting more of him.

Sanji gasped barely audibly as he felt your grip tighten around him, your forearms sinking just under his ribs, but still let you have that moment before he turned around to face you with his arms around your neck. “You know, I was kinda waiting for you,” he whispered as his index finger traced circles into your shoulder.

The new tone made you raise an eyebrow, studying Sanji’s apparently innocent expression as he eyed you from under his eyelashes with that small smile tugging on his lips. It was hard to resist, making something stir in your lower stomach, even more so when his fingers pressed to the back of your neck and rubbed against the skin soothingly. Since when did he have such power over you…? Well, it didn’t matter at the moment; you kept looking into his visible blue eye while he smiled and leaned in.

A familiar taste of lip balm was present on Sanji’s lips, which gave you an idea of the whereabouts of your lost lip balm, hinting at the bearings of your favorite shirt and a ring. Either way, every other thought aside from Sanji himself was erased from your mind the moment he deepened the kiss and tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth. His eyes were half-lidded, eyeing you with entertainment and the full knowledge of what he was doing.

“My dear, mon amour,” he mumbled against your lips in a soft pleading tone that you couldn’t resist.

          Nothing would happen if you two left the night watch for a while, right? You two weren’t near any island, in the first place, and it would be hard seeing Sunny in the dark, so there was nothing to worry about. The thoughts were buried in the back of your mind by the time you climbed on top of Sanji and pressed your lips to his, feeling the mattress shift under your knees as you opened up a space between his legs.

Sanji’s breath escaped his throat in short intervals that were permeated by gasps for air whenever there was a small break from the kisses. His arms wrapped around your neck, holding you closer as his legs wrapped around your waist, and he arched his back, sending both of you groaning when your hips ground together.

Aside from knowing his way around, Sanji knew you, and maybe a little too well. He knew which way he had to kiss you to have you whimpering into his mouth, and kept kissing you until you ran out of air. Entertainment played in his eyes while observing you try to catch your breath, faces just centimeters away from each other. There was a soft hum as he caressed your cheeks with gentle fingers before kissing your lips in a soft kiss that didn’t last longer than a couple of seconds.

You sat back on your legs, bottom lip between your teeth while your fingers carefully unbuttoned his shirt, slowly letting his torso come into view, all while Sanji lay there as if you were just doing the bare minimum for him. A small smile remained on his lips as he observed you, and you couldn’t help but get a little lost in him. He looked so beautiful like that, hair messy, hands above his head, cheeks with a light red tone…

A sigh escaped your lips as you finally pulled the light blue fabric away and there was a lingerie top you’d never seen before. The bralette was made of a thin and soft peach-colored lace with white satin details.

“Sanji,” you practically moaned, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin on his chest above the bra and below the delicate silver chain he used around his neck with a small gem as a pendant. You thought about gifting him a pendant with the initial of your first name so that he could use it around his neck, but you decided to keep it as a mental note for later, focusing on how his soft skin felt under your lips.

Sanji’s chest rose and fell with a deep sigh, and he hummed in response to your touches, placing a hand on the back of your head to gently caress your hair and keep you close. A soft groan escaped your lips as you started nipping on his skin with firm hands around his waist, holding tightly as if to pull him even closer because it just wasn’t possible to get enough of him.

You nuzzled into Sanji’s bra, tugging on it just enough to expose his nipple so that you could latch your lips around it. As his nipple slowly hardened under your touch, Sanji whimpered, placing more pressure on the back of your head, so you complied—your tongue ran around the bud before you started sucking on it with a soft groan, relishing how Sanji’s moans grew louder once you started using your teeth.

“Fuck,” Sanji groaned as he arched his back, only relaxing back against the bed when you finally let go of his chest with a final lick across his nipple. His face was a brighter shade of red now, and his pupils were blown—your cock twitched the moment his eyes met yours, and you started moving again.

It was messy, but Sanji still helped you get undressed, taking off your shirt while you unbuckled your belt, but he didn’t undress himself, no. He waited for you to do it, going to the maximum of helping you a little by lifting his body off the bed, nothing more.

“I see you like my lingerie,” Sanji said with a sense of pride, grinning wide.

You paused and just raised an eyebrow at Sanji, without giving him much attention to his statement—it was obvious you liked his lacy garments, the way they suited his body so perfectly and gave him an extra touch of delicacy. It made you infatuated, clouding your thoughts whenever you looked at him or thought about him wearing them.

“You planned this?” You raised an eyebrow, slipping your hands under his panties so that you could cup his ass cheeks. “Or do you just go around wearing lingerie on a daily basis, princess?”

Sanji couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips, cupping your face lovingly. “Yes to both. The thing is that I like wearing the special ones for you.”

You smiled, sighing while giving his ass a squeeze—he moaned in response, arching his back as his legs wrapped around your waist again, but his cock met no friction, much to his displeasure. “So pretty,” you breathed and kissed along Sanji’s shoulder while your fingers kneaded on the fat of his ass until soft whimpers escaped his lips, though it wasn’t much of a hard task.

Reluctantly, you pulled a hand away from Sanji to reach for the lube in the bedside table, quickly retrieving it.

“On your stomach,” you said with a soft slap on his thigh, which caused him to groan softly before he turned over, allowing you to adjust a pillow under his hips. He was such a princess, indeed, a fucking pillow princess who didn’t want to do any work today, but you didn’t mind. You’d manhandle him around if he wanted to.

You knelt between Sanji’s spread legs, taking a while to observe him, taking note of the contrast between the delicate clothes and his muscular fame, his plump ass. How could he be so perfect? A soft sigh escaped your lips as you pressed a kiss to his lower back before gently tugging his panties to the side, just enough to expose his hole, while you tugged on one of his butt cheeks.

The cold lube fell against the warm skin, making Sanji gasp and squirm a little in anticipation, glancing over his shoulder to take a look at you, but your focus was somewhere else. Your thumb circled his fluttering entrance, spreading the lube around and earning yourself a quiet sound from Sanji that stretched itself for longer when your thumb pressed past the ring of muscles, spreading the wetness into his hole.

“Mmph, darling,” Sanji whispered as he arched his back a little bit, attempting to push his hips back into your finger, but it wasn’t of much use; your goal wasn’t to please him yet, just to spread the lube. He grabbed one of your pillows to hug, folding it in half to also give his face a good place to rest.

Silence filled the room for a moment, but it was just a matter of seconds before Sanji let out another quiet sound. His hole twitched when your tongue pressed to it, tasting the sweetness of the lube along with Sanji’s taste itself. It took a while, but he finally started relaxing, groaning into the pillow as your tongue lapped at him. Since there weren’t many opportunities in which you could have privacy with anyone on the ship—or even had the time for it—, you took your time licking along his hole, pressing your tongue flat to the fluttering skin without enough strength to actually penetrate him.

Sanji’s whimpers were muffled, but not inaudible, loud enough to reach your ears and make the arousal rise within you. Finally, though, your lips were closed around the flushed entrance and sucking with enough intensity to draw a moan from him.

“Good,” Sanji whispered, though cutting himself off when he felt your tongue finally pushing inside him, lapping at his insides in a very welcome intrusion. He tightened his fingers around the pillow, arching his back as he sought more pleasure, which you seemed very eager to provide him. Not only your tongue, but the way your hands kept a firm grip on his ass and the back of his thigh also had him melting, cock twitching and leaking inside the tight panties.

The consistent rhythm of the shallow thrusts of your tongue was enough to cloud Sanji’s thoughts, making him start getting lost in the pleasure you were able to provide him. He whimpered and hugged the pillow closer to himself when your tongue glided inside him just the right way.

Despite the pleasure that it brought both of you, your jaw started complaining about the straining; a sharp pain started tugging on your muscles until you were forced to pull back, moving your chin from side to side in a small massage while eyeing his glistening hole.

Sanji didn’t have time for complaining before your tongue was replaced by a couple of fingers; he let out a long, dragged moan while his hips squirmed under your touch, and he didn’t seem to mind the replacement. His skin rose in shivers at the same time his walls tightened around your fingers when your lips ran along his ass cheek, kissing and nipping on the soft skin at the same time your fingers worked at a slow pace inside him.

Your cock was painfully hard, dripping between your legs, but your desire to keep satisfying Sanji like that was bigger than the will to indulge in your own needs. Soft moans came from Sanji as he squirmed, arching his back and almost getting off the position if you weren’t holding him in place, though he became more still when your tongue worked along the rim of his hole as your fingers reached deep inside him. His breath hitched, and with the way he squeezed around you, it was obvious he was close.

The moans that came from Sanji were louder and longer until a particular one caught in his throat, and he came, slick walls clenching around your fingers until they were spasming with the afterglow, and he whimpered at how the overstimulation threatened to take over.

You would give him a break first, but your curiosity got the best of you; before Sanji could even catch his breath, you were making him turn over and tugging on the waistband of his panties. The sight was mouthwatering, and your cock ached as it throbbed more. Sanji’s cock was still half hard, messily covered in fresh cum and confined inside those small panties.

“Fuck, I’m down bad for you,” you moaned.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[freak-accident419]

a lack of color

Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

JHutch Promptober: Day 11 - BEACH

Summary: You and Derek used to date for a few years until it just stopped working out; your wants in life were just too tragically diverged. You continued to stay best friends as you had been before, but one day, on a midnight walk along the shore, things change… for the better.

Word Count: 2.2k

Content: 18+ smut, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, penetration (no specific genitals for reader), reader and Derek are exes, slightly OOC Derek, semi-public sex, missionary, riding, brief oral sex (both sides receiving), not a smut as descriptive as my other ones

(A/n: I so badly wanted to do at least one of my dear friend @joshfutturman/Skye’s JHutch Promptober prompts, and I finally had the time to :D ps i love you sm bb <33 This wasn’t really proofread, I wrote this in a day so I apologize if it seems rushed. I wanted to write something before I might go on a hiatus—unless i really want to write my derek halloween party smut… but anyways, thank you everyone for still supporting me. i appreciate it so much. title is from a song by death cab for cutie.)

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The cold breeze burned your cheeks pink, covering your arms in goosebumps with every footstep.

After a group function at a secluded beach, you and Derek stayed behind, walking along the shoreline as the waves crashed to your feet, passing a vape back and forth. The moonlight softly shined on your bodies like a chilly flashlight, following your tranquil stroll.

It wasn’t awkward, but it didn’t feel too right either. After all, you two were exes. It used to be a long, healthy, and loving relationship, but the inevitable events of life just decided that you two weren’t truly compatible. There was no heat, no shouted arguments, but a tragic, cold acceptance and mutual understanding. You two just had different paths in life.

The tip of the vape lit up as Derek took a drag quietly, taking the pen in his hand as he blew out a fruity cloud from his lips. With him by your side, you remembered how beautiful he was, especially with the moonlight against his face. He was always so beautiful to you, and you could feel your palms warm up as you remembered how soft he felt when you held his face.

The two of you continued your midnight stroll, a few pointless conversation passing the time. Until you blurted something that you didn’t realize had bothered you so much.

“So… How are things with Claire?”

Shit. It’s like your mouth had a mind of its own.

Lately, Derek has been telling you and the friend group about a girl he was attempting to pursue. They were in some kind of talking stage, that is if you even cared enough to properly pay attention. No. It shouldn’t bother you. It doesn’t. It hasn’t. The two of you moved on, your ex was allowed to date new people.

Derek felt his mouth dry as he heard you ask that. Then he gulped, feeling guilty and not even knowing specifically why. He even felt bothered to have to talk to you about her. It didn’t matter to you, he just wanted to talk about the random shit you always would, like old times. It didn’t matter to him.

Old times. Dammit.

“Oh, uh…” Usually, if he was speaking to anyone else, like a friend in your group, he would say something along the lines of ‘great, we’re really hitting it off’ or ‘I asked her out and she said yes’. Something simple yet suggestive, even. Except he said… “Nothing much.”

You scoffed in disbelief. That was all he could say? “Nothing much? That’s all?” You ask.

Derek shrugs carelessly. Carelessly. As if this girl was completely irrelevant to him in every aspect she may apply to.

The two of you continued walking as you felt the sloshy, muddy sand tickle your feet every time the salty waves caressed it before returning back.

“I just…” Derek scoffs lightly, stopping in his tracks, in which you followed. “She…” He shakes his head, running a hand through his bleached curls. “She doesn’t compare to you, okay?”

There was a short silence as you stood there in slight shock, hearing just the gentle crash of the tide. Derek’s eyes burned into yours, but alike a comforting flame in the freezing snow.

“Nobody ever will. You were—” He slightly paces back and forth, feeling not only distressed, but even mortified. “You were the most amazing, smart, and talented person I knew. You’re incomparable to anyone else, and you’re so… fucking beautiful. Y/n, you… you were always too good to me and I just… wanted to change for the better because of you. Hell, I stopped the shit with UDG and Nine Star, and every single fucking scam I’ve been involved in, knowing that it was one of the reasons why we broke up. Goddammit, Y/n, why did we break up? We shouldn’t have broken up. I—I know I didn’t give you a reason to stay, but… You are the only person I can imagine myself with. You know that?”

You were speechless, ultimately deaf to his pleas, which were desperate repetitions of ‘please say something’s. Derek was always so soft with you, but somehow even more vulnerable during the night. The most honest and genuine version of Derek was always when he was around you.

All of your better judgements dissipated as your palms gently reached out for his face, cupping his cheeks as you pressed your lips against his. For Derek, it was instinctive and even expected, kissing you back deeply and passionately with no hesitance whatsoever.

Derek Danforth was supposed to be your ex-boyfriend, your ex-lover. But—

“I never stopped loving you,” he mutters between kisses, placing his hands on your waist, sliding under your shirt to pull you in closer. Every time you kissed Derek, it felt like fireworks were going off. No matter how many times you’ve done it in the past, no matter how it had been forever since you’ve kissed him, there were sparks regardless.

He laid you down gently on the thick blanket over the sand, which you retrieved from your car that you brought for today’s earlier occasion. Even though this was a pretty secluded area, you two decided to move to a more hidden spot by a few giant rocks, as this was already risky.

Lying on your back, Derek laid on top of you, kissing your lips passionately. His hands trapped both sides of your head while yours held the back of his neck.

Derek poured all of his love for you into this deep kiss, subtly grinding his hips against yours. You began to moan as his lips left yours to nip and suck the skin of your neck, bringing his hands to your clothed hips. He continued pressing kisses to your neck as you felt his hands slip under your shirt, rubbing your sides affectionately. God, how you missed this.

His lips went back to yours as his hands caressed your waist and up your stomach, softly running his palms up higher until he broke the kiss to lift your shirt off your torso. After throwing the piece of clothing to the side, his face was buried back in your neck with the intention of leaving dark purple marks.

His lips trailed down while he simultaneously reached for the waistband of your pants, leaving open mouthed kisses to your collarbone and chest. He fumbled with the button, unzipping it once he popped it, and dragged your pants down off your legs.

The way the bright moonlight lit up your smooth skin was absolutely gorgeous.

Immediately, Derek removed his own shirt, throwing it on the pile of clothing to the side as he reached for another passionate kiss against your lips, grabbing on both of your wrists as he placed them over your head. Then he kissed at your neck, grip loosening the farther down your body he got.

Derek finally released your wrists, placing his hands on your hips as he kissed down your body, from your chest to your stomach. His lips kissed the skin right above the waistband of your underwear, his eyes gazing into yours with need. Derek then hooked his fingers under the waistband, dragging your underwear down and off your body.

He let out a muttered swear of awe, kissing your inner thighs exuberantly until he began to kiss and lick your heat. You let out a soft moan, instinctively arching your back at the first point of contact until your body calmed down, resting back against the blanket. Derek’s hands gripped onto your plush thighs as his mouth worked on your sensitive flesh, making you place your hands in his hair and lightly tug on it. He left one final kiss before pulling away. Derek wished to rush the foreplay, as all he wanted to do was make love to you again, like the many times he did when he was still with you.

You sat up and kissed his lips while unbuckling his belt. Then you popped the button and unzipped it so you could help him remove his pants completely. You gripped on both waistbands of his pants and boxers, saving time as you undressed him fully.

The two of you were naked together in the dark by the ocean.

Your hand wrapped around his already half-hard cock, hearing his breath hitch as you slowly stroked him against your palm. You left small kitten licks against the tip before engulfing his cock in your mouth, gaining a loud moan and gasp from your ex-lover. After you bobbed your head a couple times, pleasing him, you pulled away, feeling him lay you back down against the blanket, pinning you to it.

“I’ve missed this,” he mutters quickly, “I’ve missed you. So much.”

“I missed you too,” you whisper before he captures your lips in another deep kiss, positioning and lining himself up with you. “I never stopped loving you either.”

Breaking the kiss, Derek watched your reaction as you felt his cock gradually enter and stretch your entrance, mouth opening as you let out a long moan. Your hands reached his back, feeling his warm skin against your palms as he pushed in as deep as he could.

He began to slowly thrust, rocking his hips against yours as you felt his cock stroke your walls, grunting and moaning at the feeling. “Fuck, I’ve missed you good you felt,” he huffs, picking up the pace, “feels so fucking good…”

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him in deeper, Derek’s arousal for you only growing. His pace increased until the sounds of the waves were overpowered by the sound of lewd, wet flesh and skin slapping against skin.

Derek’s mouth gapes open as he continues to moan, grabbing your leg forcefully and placing it over his shoulder. “I was such a fucking idiot to let you go,” he mutters shamefully as you whine and whimper under him in pleasure.

After a few satisfying thrusts, he gently lets your leg back down so he could lower himself and kiss your lips passionately as he fucked you deeply. The kiss was difficult to sustain as you two moaned from each movement, his cock persistently sliding in and out of your hole.

“I want you to ride me, can you do that for me, baby?” He whispers gruffly. You nod almost immediately.

Whining as he pulls out, you switched positions as Derek lied against the blanket with you straddling his waist. His hands grab your hips, giving you the cue to line up your entrance with his cock and sink down, the two of you moaning as he was completely inside of you.

Your palms are pressed against his flat chest as you began to grind against him, seeking your own self-pleasure before your hips shifted up and down. Your tight, warm walls gripped his throbbing cock as he sighed in pleasure, beginning to guide your hips with his hands. Your sounds grew louder as he thrusted up inside you, following your own movements against him.

As Derek soon acknowledged how close the both of you were, he flipped you two over to go back in that same missionary position of before.

His arms hooked under yours as he began to pound you, thrusting roughly and quickly inside of you with his face buried in your neck. Your moans were more high pitched as his cock rammed into your hole, so hard and desperately so.

Your fingernails dug into his back, Derek letting out a gruff moan as you dragged them down his skin in pleasure.

“Ah—ah—fuck, Derek—” you moan softly, whining under him as he made passionate love to you. You began to feel your core and stomach tighten, your legs squirming under him. “M—mm, I’m close—”

“Mm, that’s it, baby,” he mutters, placing one hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh and spreading it apart from your other thigh for more access, “cum for me, love, let me hear it…”

His throbbing cock continued to thrust harshly inside of you, your eyelids heavy as the satisfying sensation was so familiar. Everything felt so good, especially as he angled himself deep into your sweet spot, hitting it perfectly every thrust.

And finally, you tensed up, nails digging in the skin of his back as you moan loudly in pleasure, reaching your orgasm, walls clenching around Derek’s cock. This immediately brought him to his peak, groaning and releasing his warm, white cum deep inside of you.

Derek rode out his high, slowly sliding in and out of you, even wanting to keep his cum in you—claiming you in that way, almost. Then he came to a stop, but stayed inside, the warmth of your body bringing him comfort.

You two kissed lovingly, relieved to have had this night once again after a long time. Then Derek pressed a kiss to your forehead, looking into your eyes with utter admiration.

“Can we… Can we try this again?” You whisper silently. “Try ‘us’ again?”

Of course, there should have been a reason why you two broke up in the first place. But the more you think about it, the more you realize how impulsive it really was. You still loved him so much and he loved you. You two should’ve worked out your problems instead of accepting a quick, stupid fate.

Derek nodded to your words, connecting his lips with yours once again. “Please.”

[thedeadthree]

🎵 for Karolina!

HI HI ALYSSA I HOPE YOU ARE WELLL !!!! ty ty so much!! i have had her on the brain lately i miss her SOO much :')) <3

send me a ♫ + a character’s name and i will respond with a song that reminds me of them. send a ♫ + a ship and i will do the same.

✧ ― 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈 -`. dua lipa.

if you're good enough you'll find a way / maybe you could cause a girl to change (her ways) / do you think about it night and day? / maybe you could be the one to make me stay

[tojisun]

Okay so…

dbf!simon isn’t getting a call…right?

because we know good and damn well he’s not going to put his pride aside and call, so, we’re going to play the waiting game, I’m assuming…?

I live for the angst, regardless of what the outcome is, mwah.

is it considered simon getting a call if he’s the one who rang you up and you answered…?

0v0

mini cont of dear john // biker!simon mlist

your phone rings once, twice, three times, before it drops. you stare at it lifelessly, balling your hands into fists to stop yourself from plucking it off your study table only to pause, your heart roaring, when it lights up again with a notification of simon’s call.

you debate whether you should answer it.

you know you shouldn’t. you know any self-respecting person wouldn’t. but-

you miss him.

as pathetic and as stupid as it sounds, you miss him. you miss the way he calls your name, all of his fleeting affections packed into the way he lets it roll off his tongue like it’s his favourite word; his favourite sound. you miss the way he holds you, the way his big hands slide underneath your skirt to find purchase on the back of your thighs and hoist you up into his arms. you miss the way he kisses you, all smouldering. all possessive.

all temporary.

you press your face on your palms, breathing in deeply, feeling the tears begin to pool.

another ring. another call.

simon is seeking you out-

your mind blanks as you move to accept it, only to hesitate in pressing your phone to your ear.

you hear a distant click, a faint static. then, “oh my sweet girl, how i’ve missed you.”

you slap a hand on your lips to stifle the sob that wrenches itself out of your throat.

simon pretends to not have heard.

you know those people whistling as they slowly make their way out (bc they know they did smthn that they shouldnt have)? thats so me rn <33

and thank u sm!!! i love writing angst sm. its been so long since i managed to land a hurt through my writing so this makes me so happy teehee ^v^

[taelophone]

Kitchen Fire

Joost Klein x Reader! TWs: RPF, tooth rotting fluff like omgggg W/C: 2207 A/N: I loved writing this sm thank you to the requester ily <33

Every full 365 days, the spotlight shines on one individual for their special day. Granted, many individuals around the world at once, but still. And today was all about you!

Joost was all about making sure you felt special and loved every single day, but he pushed sooooo much harder on your birthday. And today he decided he wanted to do something special for you!

“Good morning pineapple….” He started, giggling like a child as he shook you gently up out your sleep.

“…Looking very good very niiiice…” you chuckled back, barely even halfway awake. “Good morning, my dear..!” You smiled, rubbing the leftover sleep from your eyes as you went to sit up.

“How did you get in?” You smiled, knowing damn well you locked your door.

“Don’t worry about that, schatje, it’s your birthday!” He beamed, giving you no time to process before he sweeped you up, carrying and spinning you bridal style around your room.

“HAPPY BIRTHHHDAY TO YOU!” He sang, eagerly tossing you around as you giggled at his surprising amount of energy at 7 in the morning.

“Thank you, thank you!” You giggled, letting him pepper your face with tiny kisses.

“Go get ready, I booked a little spa day for you in like…an hour.” He smiled, placing you gently on your feet.

“Oh, okay then! Let me go get dressed.” You nodded, darting off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

You knew that Joost probably went through a lot of labor to book your schedule up, considering he hates phone calls. But he still did it for you!

But what you didn’t know, was that the moment you were out the door, Joost was gonna completely takeover and decorate your house. He had big plans.

He laid down on the couch, his stomach pressed flat against the cushions as his long legs kicked up in the air while he waited for you to leave.

“You sure you don’t wanna go? I can pay-“

“Stop right there,” he murmured, raising a palm. “You’re not paying for anything. Much less a spa day for me.” He smiled.

“I have a lot of things to do at my computer, so I’ll be here when you get back and we can order some food.” He lied, watching you closely as you hobbled over to him and pecked his cheek.

“Okay…” you sighed, smiling at him lovingly. “I love you!! Bye!” You squeaked, closing the door behind you with an eager squeal.

He snickered at your joy, equally just as happy that you were happy. He waited about 10 minutes to make sure you were really gone before he got to work. 

He didn’t go too heavy on the decorations, as he didn’t want the cleanup to be horror for you two later. He hung up cute pink and white heart streamers, pink ribbons, and a massive paper sign that read ‘Happy Birthday’ with a collage of Joost’s many doodles.

He smiled, proud of his work before scurrying off to the kitchen, phone in hand. He scrolled through Pinterest, leaning back against the counter as he bit his bottom lip.

Joost had never been a cook, much less a baker, but he really really wanted to try for you.

Cakes with bows, Victoria cakes, sponge cakes, upside down cakes, fuck it, cake cake. He grew a little pale, the vast amount of cakes suddenly clueing him in on how little of a cakewalk making a cake would be.

He swallowed his anxiety before settling on a nice, simple raspberry jam Victoria cake. It looked easy, so he went straight for it.

He tossed the ingredients for cake in one big bowl, mixing them all together at once. The counter was riddled with flour, eggshells, and powdered sugar. It seemed as though no matter how much Joost mixed the batter, it never seemed to come to.

It was clumpy, but somehow still thick and…almost gelatinous. When he brushed against the counter, he could see the strange mixture jiggle and jitter. He cringed, staring down into the bowl as he fought back giggles.

He sighed, pulling out the circular baking pan and lined it with waxy parchment paper. He stared at the oven with genuine confusion, examining the little settings and knobs carefully before turning it up to the max, and tossing it on the top rack.

He wasn’t sure how long to keep the cake in, so he set a timer for an hour just to be safe. 

While he waited for the cake to finish, he cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes before plucking the raspberry preserves from your pantry.

He sat down next to the oven, welcoming its warmth as he occupied himself with his phone while he waited for you to come home.

Somewhere along the wait, the gentle warmth from the oven lulled his senses to comfort, threatening his eyes with a long nap.

And before he knew it, he was asleep.

You on the other hand, had been enjoying your entire day to the fullest. After your much needed spa day, you did some shopping at a cozy and pink stationary store you had been eyeing for a while. You even got a free pack of pens and a small plush keychain in honor of your special day!

You went store to store, milking absolutely every birthday deal to its death until around 6:30.

You made your way back home with over 200 notifications and achey arms from all your bags as you eagerly pranced through the front door.

“Jooost! I’m- oooh!” You rang, immediately admiring the decorations that hung from the walls. The afternoon sun beamed rose gold rays of sunshine through the windows, casting a gorgeous light over the shiny ribbons and bows as you walked through the house.

You tried to take in the scenery around you, but you could hear shuffling in the kitchen and smell smoke.

“Joost? You okay?” You cooed, setting your bags down on the floor and making your to the kitchen.

He stood by the counter, his hat bunched up in his hand as he stared at the brick literal molten charcoal on the counter. 

He turned around, holding the pan with two layers of oven mitts. “I tried to make you a cake, but…I can’t cook.” He smiled sheepishly, a light pink dusting the apples of his cheeks.

You giggled, watching as what was revealed to be a cake struggle to not explode in his hands. “It’s alright, love, thank you. We can make a cake together.”  You giggled, taking off your bracelets and the pretty little silver ring Joost had gotten for you awhile ago.

“Alright, what did you wanna make baby?” You asked, setting out the ingredients again, along with two bowls.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching as you set up the materials. “Victoria cake…” he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Ohhh, ok, ok.” You nodded, adding the softened butter and sugar to one bowl. “Ok, so you cream the butter and sugar first. You can’t just mix everything together at once. It’d work if it was a box cake though!” You explained, adding a pinch of salt to the now off-white and fluffy butter.

“Then you mix in the eggs after you beat them.” You nodded, cracking 3 eggs in the other bowl and mixing them together until they were well incorporated. You poured the eggs in with the butter little by little, mixing it together with a spatula.

“Do you want me to get you a whisk?” Joost asked, staring at the bowl in wonder. The dough wasn’t even finished, and it looked so much better than his did.

You shook your head, humming a small “nah.” You finished adding the rest of the eggs, fully stirring them into the fluffed butter. “When you use a whisk, it makes the butter and eggs separate. And that’s not what we want.”

Joost nodded, staring over your shoulder with childlike wonder and curiosity. “I didn’t know you could bake..?” He murmured, watching as you sifted the flour and baking powder into the bowl.

“Eh, I used to watch my mom in the kitchen.” You shrugged, giggling at the fond memory. “I would stare at her for a little while…I probably looked a lil crazy.”

“But it taught me a lot, so.” You shrugged, folding in the dry ingredients and smiling. “All done! Can you put this into two of the little circle baking sheets for me, please?” You beamed, handing him the bowl of light and fluffy dough.

“Yes, thank you.” He smiled, eagerly plopping half the dough into a baking pan before retrieving its twin from the cupboard and repeating the same process.

“It’s so fluffy…” he murmured, spreading out the dough evenly with the spatula. “Can I eat this?” He asked, waving the spatula around.

You stared at him with a raised brow, fighting the smirk that threatened to mark your face. “Sure, Joost. Why not.” You giggled.

While he ate the remnants of the cake batter, you sat the cakes in the hot oven and set a timer for 30 minutes. “I feel a little lazy, so I’m gonna do a really quick whipped cream for the cake.” You shrugged, unearthing the heavy cream from the back of the fridge.

“Babe can you hand me the hand mixer?” You asked, not knowing Joost had been standing half a centimeter behind you the whole time.

“Of course.” He murmured as the spatula hanging halfway out his mouth. He whisked around the kitchen momentarily before returning to your side, the little black mixer in his hand.

“Thank you!” You cooed, propping the mixer up securely on top of a random can of coconut cream. You gently placed the bowl under the whisk, poured the heavy cream and sugar into the bowl before turning the mixer on.

“Did you just DIY a stand mixer…?” Joost asked, genuine curiosity laced in his tone as he watched the heavy cream whip itself.

“I told you, I’m lazy.” You giggled. “It’s my birthday, I’m allowed to do this.” You nodded, walking out the kitchen and plopping down on the couch.

He hummed, staring at the makeshift stand mixer for a moment before joining you in the living room.

A few beats of silence passed by as you sat together, scrolling on your phones and enjoying each other’s presence before you spoke up.

“Wanna get changed with m-“

“Yes.”

You giggled, making your way back into your room to change into some comfy clothes as Joost followed behind you just as eagerly.

You emerged a while later, fresh faced and giddy after having done your night-time routine. You adjusted the pink strap on your hello kitty pajama pants, glancing at Joost’s matching pair as he felt the fluffy fabric underneath the palms of his hands.

“The cakes should be ready now!” You smiled, slinking into the kitchen and bending at the waist to stare into the glass door of the oven.

“…Yep. Think so!” You cheered quietly, slowly opening the oven and basking in its gusty breath of heat.

The smell of warm vanilla and confectionery goodness wafted through the air, filling your house with cozy comfort.

Joost stood closely behind you, watching as you took the cakes out of the oven and sat them onto some parchment paper.

“Alright, just put the raspberry jam on this first layer and like…spread it around.” You nodded, stopping the mixer to see perfectly stiff and fluffy whipped cream.

Joost nodded, slapping the sweet, sugary goodness down onto the first cake and doing his absolute best to spread it around evenly.

Once he was finished, he giggled eagerly before shaking your shoulder and pointing to the cake.

“It was harder than I thought, it was very sticky.” He murmured, watching you as closely as humanly possible while you gently added the whipped cream on top of the raspberry preserves.

“Baking is so deceiving!” You giggled, placing the top layer on the cake once the bottom layer was all done.

“Alright, I’ll let you place the berries and stuff on top for me.” You nodded, handing him the little carton of raspberries and blueberries.

And he took that job so seriously.

You watched him delicately place each and every berry in one specific place, rotating each fruit until it looked amazing. He was so engrossed in decorating the top that you weren’t even sure you could hear him breathe through the deafening silence. 

When he was done, he pushed the cake over to you and smiled.

“Ta-daaa!” He whispered, chuckling under his breath as he leaned his hip against the counter. “I made it for you!”

“Sure you did, Joost. All you.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“Now you have to make a wish.” He murmured, taking out an I heart Joost Klein lighter from his back pocket, lighting in a safe distance away from your face.

“So conceited. Who has a light of themselves?” You chastised, but giggled nonetheless.

“Because everybody loves Joost.” He nodded, watching as you closed your eyes and blew out the flame of his little lighter.

“Happy birthday. I love you.”

“I love you too!”

[osachiyo]

Hii Can i request a scenario where Fem! reader want to try on Fyodor's hat? I think that it'd be s'cuteee>0<

FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY X FEM!READER AUTHOR’S NOTE ! Hi!! I love this idea sm omg 😭 thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy! CONTENT WARNINGS ! None! Pure fluff <33

You were currently waiting for Fyodor to be done with his shower. Usually you’d take a bath with him to shampoo and play with his slick black locks but he just didn’t feel like it tonight and you completely understood. But you just couldn’t help but stare at his ushanka that was placed on the table. You finally gave into your desires and took the furry hat from the desk, admiring it and you smooth your hands down the soft fur. You put the hat on yourself and stood infront of the mirror, admiring your little look. You had planned to put it back before your husband came out of the shower but you didn’t realize him already standing in th doorway, amused at your little show. “Enjoying yourself, my dear?” You jump as you hear Fyodor’s voice, snapping your head at his direction. God you looked so cute in his hat. If he had known you’d look this adorable, he would’ve let you try it on ages ago. You skip over to your husband, who’s staring at you with loving eyes as you giggle softly, tugging on his arm and asking how you look. He hummed in response, chuckling at your eagerness for a praise from him. “You look absolutely adorable, darling. Do you perhaps want me to buy you a matching hat?” He asked, pulling you in bed with him while you snuggle even closer to his cold body. “I already like yours, Fedya,” your voice is muffled from your head being buried in his chest as he chuckled softly, patting your head.

After a few moments of silence, you speak up, “I love you, Fedya. You make me really happy.” You pulled back from his chest then stared directly in his eyes your eyelashes fluttering so innocently at him. He smiled in response, “I love you too, my dear wife.”

He adored these moments with you as much as you did with him.

©ambrosiaa— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

[kiwi-on-ice]

Could you do something more with Sombra? I was reading through everything, and I love your writing style. I was wondering how the aftermath of the first date would go if you did go back with her afterward. (Fem reader preferred but either works <33)

Sombra x fem!reader

Summary: Despite your initial plans, you invite the infamous hacker Sombra into your home after your date, where she shows you what she’s been planning to do all along.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader, soft dom/top Sombra, themes of obsession/stalking (she’s a villain ya’ll), cunnilingus, fingering, use of vibrator

Notes: Thank you for the sweet words angel, hope you enjoy! I love writing Sombra sm, she's my evil gf. First date headcannons anon is referencing can be found here.

Clutching on to your date’s waist, your hair flows behind you as she speeds through the dark streets on her motorcycle, her leather jacket comforting to cling on to for dear life.

Weaving down the streets, your breath remains heavy; not just down to the exhilarating journey home. The date had been nothing short of perfect, Sombra being so kind and interested in you the whole time. A part of you hoped she’d tell you her first name, her real name, but perhaps you’ll find out in due time. Still, the date was great regardless, the bar had even played a few of your favourite songs!

As she pulls in to your driveway, she looks back at you with a cocky smirk as you thank her profusely for the ride home. Helping you off the back of the motorcycle, she even leads you to the door.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure amor.” Sombra says, and you can’t deny the rush that floods your body whenever she calls you something in her native language.

“I’ve had a lovely time.” You gush as you open the door, looking back at the woman. While you know this is the natural place to end the date, you don’t miss the flicker of sadness on her face when she realises this is it. Swallowing, you suggest, “you can come in, if you’d like?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.” She says a little quickly, before stepping inside.

All part of the plan, Sombra thinks. She’s glad you caught the little facial change, even if it did make her feel a tad guilty at the manipulation. Coming inside was always part of her plan, there’s just so much more she needs to learn about you, and not just from the fanfictions she’d found when she hacked your laptop.

You watch as she glances around at the decor as you both make your way to the living room area. Fiddling with your fingers, you suddenly feel a bit nervous at the prospect of her in your house, but she sits on the sofa like she owns the place. Your eyes can’t help but dart to her appearance, the dark purple of her leather jacket matching the hues of her hair, as well as her jeans which fall just below her hipbone. The white shirt she’s wearing ensures her stomach and waist are revealed, and you can even see the black bra she’d deliberately chosen to wear underneath it. Realising you’re staring, you quickly glance back at her face.

“Would you like a drink? Or something to eat?”

“Just some soda would be good.”

You nod as you turn to grab some drinks, missing the way her eyes drop down to look at your ass as you move. While she waits, she glances around the room with a small smile. Cute, just like you. It suits you, she thinks. Taking her shoes off, she places them at the side of your sofa politely. Thanks to her enhancements, she can feel the subtle hum of your electronics; your tv, the phone in your pocket, the laptop you’ve got upstairs. No security cameras though, which she expected since she couldn’t find anywhere when she loaded up your address before the date. No matter; she could always suggest you get them later down the line, maybe she can watch on one of her monitors while you-

“Here you are.” You say with a smile, handing her the soda.

She snaps out of her thoughts as she takes it from you, your hands brushing. “Thank you conejita.”

Sitting next to her, you’re struck by how nervous you are again. Perhaps it’s the lack of background sounds from the bar, the music and the patrons creating a soft blanket of white noise. Here, with the quiet of your house, you’re hyper aware of your own breaths coming a little deeper than usual. What makes matters worse is Sombra shuffling closer to you to close the gap between your thighs, placing her drink off the coffee table.

“I just want you to know, I don’t expect anything to happen.” She says smoothly, her eyes locked on to yours.

“Oh…y-yeah I-“ you nod a little, but she interrupts you.

“I can see how nervous you are muñeca, you don’t have to be.” She punctuates her words by gently placing her hand on your thigh under the guise of reassurance, but the way her thumb strokes dangerously close to your inner thigh has you almost squirming.

“Thank you…” you breathe softly, as she starts to trace her hand up and down, which causes you to unconsciously part your thighs.

“Oh…what’s this?” She says with a smirk, it really is all going to plan. She can read you like a book, her hand still caressing your thigh over your jeans as she teases you. Upon not receiving an answer, she goes in for the kill.

“Unless you want something to happen, is that right amor?” her tone is lower now, almost like a whisper.

You can barely breathe, her proximity to you coupled with her hand inching up your thigh has you nodding softly. At your confirmation, she smirks and leans in closer.

“Don’t be scared, we can take it slow…focus on you…” she murmurs, like honey tempting you into her sickly sweetness.

So you lean into her, as she kisses you softly. Almost chaste. Tasting the cherry of her lip gloss, she moves her mouth against yours slowly and smoothly, her hand cupping your cheek. You lean in to the soft brush of her thumb against your cheekbone, your hand gently holding her waist.

She smiles against your lips, her other hand still moving along your thigh gently, feeling the denim under her touch. It’s taking all her willpower not to just pounce on you, but she knows she wants to take it slow. She’s gonna treat you right, better than those lousy partners who you deleted pictures of from your socials.

Pressing her tongue gently against your bottom lip, she licks softly before you let her in, her tongue gently exploring your mouth as she pulls you closer to her. Nails gently dragging along your scalp, you gasps softly as she keeps you where she wants you, kissing you like she needs it to survive.

“Oh you’re so pretty.” She whispers against your lips, her hand going underneath your shirt to caress your waist. “Gonna treat you so well, you want that?”

You nod, but she doesn’t seem to be satisfied. “No no, tell me pretty girl. You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes…yes I want you to take care of me.” You mutter softly, before she hums and starts to slowly remove your shirt.

Gasping, you lean into her more as she moves to grope your chest, her smile widening at your reactions to her stimuli. She leans in to kiss the space between your neck and shoulder, just as her fingers slip around your back to unclasp your bra. Letting it fall, she kisses downwards, lavishing your skin with her tongue, the cold hair hitting where she leaves her mark behind. You hold her shoulder as she pushes you back a little, gaining easy access to lick your nipple, causing you to let out a soft moan.

It’s like something in her snaps as she attaches her mouth to you, sucking and gently scraping your nipple with her teeth. Her other hand gropes your other breast, coordinating when to bite and pinch softly to cause your back to arch. Nails scratch at her shoulder, as she kisses down to the hem of your jeans.

She sits up, causing you to sit up a little too before she speaks. “Where’s your bedroom conejita?”

Flushing, you lead her to it, not being able to see her satisfied smile as you take her willingly to your bedroom. “How about you lay down, let’s see how many of those noises I can get you to make.”

And she certainly makes good on her promise, she has your jeans off quickly as she lays between your legs, pressing sloppy kisses to the panties you’d worn underneath.

“Mm look at these, you were hoping this would happen tonight, weren’t you? Cute.”

At her teasing words, you can’t help but nod a little pathetically, thighs tensing as her tongue can taste your wetness through the fabric. You’re struck with the need to see more of her, so you reach down and tug at her jacket, causing her to giggle. She shrugs it off, letting you see her arms and the way her shoulders flex when she roughly pulls your underwear with surprising strength. At the rip you hear, you go to speak before she places a tender kiss to your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry amor, I can get you more.”

She blows cold air on your pussy to watch you writhe, smirking at the feast laid out before her before flattening her tongue and licking a broad stripe. Immediately your breath stutters, hips rising off the bed a little until your new lover pushes them back down.

“So sensitive, are you like this all the time? Or just with me?” She asks, before starting to lap at you in a gentle rhythm.

Pondering that thought, you realise it is just her. Sure you’ve been eaten out by your partners previously, but she’s barely even started and you already feel like your body is shaking.

“Just you…” you whisper, to which she smirks and flicks at your clit as a reward. Moaning softly, you can’t move anymore thanks to her grip so all you can do is lay there and feel her.

She gently sucks on your sensitive nub, distracting you a little before she pushes a finger inside of you. Immediately you whimper at the unexpected sensation, as she continues to lap at your clit eagerly.

“So warm and tight for me in here, oh just you wait muñeca until I can fuck you…the noises you’d make.” She mumbles against your cunt, fucking her finger in and out of you before adding another. You barely have time to process the implications of her words, like she knows you’re gonna end up being hers at the end of the night.

She practically makes out with your clit, two fingers crooking inside of you to ensure the pressure on your g spot is almost blinding. You reach down to hold on to her purple hair, feeling the slight coolness of the metal implant on her left side. The contrast has your mind going fuzzy, the pleasure between your legs blocking out your rational thinking.

You know Sombra is dangerous, a hacker with dubious motives. But like this, knuckle deep in your pussy with her tongue dragging along your clit, you can hardly say it matters much to you at this moment. From the second you lay eyes on her, you were drawn like a moth to a flame. Little did you know she felt the same, but sooner than you thought. Little did you know how she’d planned your ‘meeting’, knowing she had to have you; carefully syncing up your schedules so you’d appear to have a meet cute, her going invisible to knock whatever you had in your hands over, only to reappear behind you and quickly pick everything up for you.

Now she’s truly in heaven, the kitten who’s got the cream, licking your delicious pussy like she knew she needed to back then. Her fingers keep thrusting in and out of you relentlessly, focusing on that sweet spot inside that makes your moans disappear into a breathy whine. It’s addictive for her, the same rush as hacking into an encryption most people say is impenetrable or finding the juiciest blackmail to use on a high ranking official. Her pupils are blown wide and her mind is alert and racing, shaking her head a little to ensure her tongue reaches all areas that she needs it to.

The enthusiastic way she’s eating you out has your thighs shaking and muscles tight as you get closer to the edge. Your grip on her hair gets tighter as you stutter out a warning, and then you’re letting go. The orgasm washes over you in waves, as you fall back into your own cushions, clit throbbing as Sombra leaves a last kiss on the sensitive area.

“Wow…you tasted so sweet for me.” Sombra remarks, her smirk glistening with your juices as she kisses your hipbone.

You watch as she climbs up your body, kissing your cheek. “But I know you have another one for me…tell me. A pretty, lonely girl like you must have some toys here somewhere.”

It doesn’t really dawn on you what she said, as you tell her your vibrator is in the bottom drawer next to your bed. But the truth is, the hacker knew you had one. She’d seen the online purchase you made about three weeks ago.

She springs up to grab it, a pretty sizeable vibrator that in all honesty kinda intimidated you when it first came. Still, she doesn’t seem deterred as she tells you to sit up before kissing you deeply yet again. Tasting yourself on your tongue, your pussy throbs a little despite your recent orgasm.

“Now…just get into the position I tell you to, okay cariño?” She says, leaving no room for argument, not that you’d dream of disobeying her at this point. You watch as she strips for you, slowly to really let your eyes feast on her body as she pulls her top off. She shimmies out of her jeans before turning to show her bra clasp.

“Wanna do the honors?” She teases before you nod eagerly, taking off her bra for her. Your hands go down to her underwear, as she giggles and helps you take them off before she manoeuvres you both into position. While she does, your eyes are drawn to the silver nipple bars she has, your pussy getting somehow wetter at the sight.

Facing eachother, you both are nearly straddling the vibrator, the position close and allowing you to gently run your hands on her shoulders. With a grin, she flicks the toy on. Gasping, you tighten your grip on her waist as she breathes shakily. The feeling of the vibrations on your cunt was heavenly, made even better by the closeness of your partner. Your legs wrapped around her waist tightens at the sensation, as you both moan and grind against the toy.

The angle is a little awkward, but the sensation of being smushed against your crush was making your head spin. Gripping your chin, she pulls you in for a filthy kiss, tongues dancing with each-other until when you pull away, saliva connects you both like the strings of fate. Strings that Sombra had manipulated; a puppet master ensuring she ensnares the prettiest doll all for herself.

“So good baby….oh so good for me.” She moans out, controlling your pace for you with a firm grip on your body. Purple nails slightly dig into your skin, leaving crescent marks. The vibrations pulse and dance, leaving your poor pussy overwhelmed with sensation.

“Sombra…m’gonna cum again.” You manage to slur out, the pleasure becoming too much for you after she’d eaten you out previously.

“Olivia…” she says without thinking, blinking a few times before continuing. “Call me Olivia…”

You gasp, her admission of her real name causing your hips to buck involuntarily. “Olivia…please.”

A pretty moan escapes her lips, the sound of her name, her real name, coming from someone. She can’t remember the last time since another person had looked her in the eye and called her Olivia. It almost reminds her of a more simple era. One without global conspiracies and criminal organisations and the power of technology being surgically implanted into her flesh. No. Just Olivia…your Olivia.

She just about registers your orgasm, tears forming in your eyes at how intense the feeling is, gripping nails nearly piercing her skin. As you come down from your high, your eyes find her gaze. Realising how much it means to her, for you to call her by her real name, with shaky limbs you move yourself and lightly push her down.

She lets you, tilting her head in curiosity before you take the vibrator and press it firmly against her cunt. Immediately her back arches as the soft whimper escapes her, grasping at the sheets beneath her.

“Fuck…tan bueno para mí.” She says breathlessly, rolling her hips against the vibrator. Your eyes dart to greedily drink in every single movement and curve of her body.

“You look so pretty Olivia.” You coo softly, wanting to make her feel as amazing as she did for you as you use your other hand to gently trace up her waist to grope at her breasts.

A delicious whimper escapes the hacker’s throat, still not used to the sound of her name like that. To tell the truth, Olivia hadn’t planned on telling you that piece of information tonight. To expose herself like that is a vulnerability she isn’t used to feeling, not while she’s at the top of her game as the best hacker in the world. But now, hearing it with your vibrator pressed against her clit was causing every flutter of doubt to dissipate.

Circling the toy, you aim to bring her to the peak as you gently stimulate her nipple, feeling the piercing that had been driving you crazy since you saw it. With every noise that escapes her lips, it emboldens you to keep going, to watch her fall apart under you. You realise she didn’t flick it to the highest setting earlier, so with a smile you do just that.

The effect is instantaneous, Olivia moaning loudly as her legs shake, “baby…oh eres tan bueno, te necesito tanto.”

You gasp softly, keeping a steady rhythm with the vibrator. “So gorgeous Olivia…”

With yet another utterance of her name, she feels her orgasm build and build, gripping your arms tightly. She grinds against the toy, hips stuttering as her whines get more and more breathy and desperate. Pinching her nipple gently, she cries out softly.

“Oh amor…I’m gonna cum…Voy a venir”

Olivia cums with a gasping moan, her nails digging in as she rides out her pleasure on the toy, her juices coating the white plastic. You swear you’ve never seen anything so captivating, sweat gleaming from her sepia toned skin as she comes down from her high. She immediately pulls you down with her, cuddling you as you come down from the high of pleasure.

“Aren’t you a doll.” She coos, her fingers tangling themselves in your hair and massaging your scalp. You laugh softly and move closer to her, eyes closing at her gentle touch.

Leaning in to whisper in your ear, she grins as she speaks, “you’re gonna be mine, right conejita?”

She knows you have to say yes, she needs you so badly, all of her hard work can’t be for nothing. Her fingers almost vibrate as she feels the electricity in the laptop you have hidden under the bed, anxiously awaiting your response. So when you nod against her, she relaxes completely. “Gonna take good care of you…real good care.”