#character X you

[aventurineswife]

i just had the BEST FIC IDEA ever listenlistenlisten so like what if the reader is like a violinist or something that performs at the casino where aventurine gambles (they’re partners), and lets say she was just kind of beside him while he was gambling with someone after she had just performed, and then when deciding on the next thing to gamble or whatever the guy starts asking to bet the reader and makes comments on her being talented n shit and just overall creepy comments, and immediately aventurine is all what the fuck hell no and gets all protective and stuff😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨 (is it obvious that my crippling fanfic addiction got to me at school)

Some Things Are Off the Table

Summary: After a stunning violin performance at the casino, you sit beside Aventurine as he indulges in a high-stakes gamble. When his opponent makes an unsettling suggestion—betting you as part of the game—Aventurine’s carefree facade shatters, revealing a fiercely protective side. He swiftly shuts down the idea, making it clear that you are not a prize to be won. As tensions ease, Aventurine reassures you in his own charming way that, while he may gamble with everything else, he would never gamble with you.

Tags: Aventurine x Female!Reader, Protective Aventurine, Slow Burn, Possessive Behavior, Subtle Angst, Fluff with a Hint of Danger, Banter, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mild Threats, Uncomfortable Advances, Protective Behavior, Gambling Themes, Slight Language, Light Angst.

The air in the casino buzzed with tension, the scent of expensive cologne and spiced liquor hanging thick in the atmosphere. Golden lights flickered above, casting a warm, decadent glow over the velvet-draped tables where fortunes were made and lost in the blink of an eye.

You sat beside Aventurine, the smooth lacquer of your violin still warm beneath your fingers from your recent performance. The crowd had adored you, as they always did, but the real audience that mattered sat beside you now—Aventurine, eyes gleaming like chips on the table, hands deftly playing a different kind of game.

Cards flicked between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair, a lopsided grin playing at his lips. His opponent—a wealthy investor with a penchant for reckless bets—matched his smile with something far less charming. You recognized the type immediately. Greedy, arrogant, and drunk on power, the kind who thought the world revolved around their whims.

"Aventurine, my friend," the man drawled, taking a sip of his brandy, "we've been raising the stakes all night. Your money, my money—it’s all getting rather predictable, don’t you think?"

Aventurine twirled a golden chip between his fingers, feigning boredom. "And here I thought unpredictability was the charm of the game. Got something more interesting in mind?"

The man’s gaze slid toward you. A cold prickle ran down your spine as his smirk widened. "Your lovely companion here," he mused, tapping a finger against the table. "She’s quite the talented thing, isn’t she? Stunning performance earlier. Seems like she’s worth quite a bit herself."

Your breath hitched. The room felt stifling, the weight of his words pressing down like an unwelcome touch. Aventurine’s fingers stopped mid-spin, the chip clattering onto the table. Slowly, languidly, he leaned forward, his ever-present grin sharpening into something dangerous.

"You must be joking," he said lightly, though there was no humor in his tone. "You’re a braver man than I thought if you believe you can wager a person. Let alone—" his eyes flicked to you for the briefest second, unreadable yet burning with something fiercely protective, "—mine."

The man chuckled, oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere. "Oh, come now. It’s all in good fun. A little game, a little risk. You’re a gambler, aren’t you? What’s the harm in—"

Aventurine moved faster than you could register. One hand slammed onto the table, sending chips scattering, while the other clamped down on the man’s wrist in an iron grip. The jovial, carefree mask had cracked, revealing something cold and lethal beneath.

"Let me make something crystal clear," he murmured, voice smooth but sharp as a blade. "I gamble with money, property, my own damn life if I feel like it. But her?" He jerked his chin toward you. "She’s not a bet. She’s not a prize. And she’s sure as hell not yours to even think about."

The investor paled, his bravado faltering under Aventurine’s piercing gaze.

A beat passed. Then another.

Aventurine smiled again, slow and deliberate, as if nothing had happened. He released the man’s wrist and leaned back, picking up a stray chip. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve lost interest in this game." He flicked the chip across the table. "Consider that my final wager. Play with yourself if you’re so desperate for stakes."

With that, he stood and turned to you, offering his hand. "Shall we?" His voice had softened, but the fire in his eyes remained. Without hesitation, you took it, letting him guide you away from the table and the lingering stares of onlookers.

As soon as you were away from prying ears, he let out a sharp breath, his grip tightening around your fingers. "The audacity of some people, huh?" he muttered, a ghost of irritation still clinging to his tone. Then, softer, "You alright?"

You squeezed his hand back, offering a small smile. "I’m fine."

His gaze searched yours, assessing, before his signature smirk returned. "Good. Because if that bastard so much as looks your way again, he’s leaving this casino with a lot more than just an empty wallet."

You laughed, the tension finally breaking. "And here I thought you didn’t play for keeps."

Aventurine tilted his head, eyes gleaming as he lifted your hand to press a lingering kiss against your knuckles. "For you? Always."

And just like that, the game continued—but this time, you weren’t just a spectator. You were the one thing Aventurine would never gamble with.

[dear-satan]

Dating with rookie!Leon Kennedy | headcanons

ʚ♡⃛ɞ SFW

rookie with the heart of a puppy Leon at the beginning of the relationship is absolutely supercute. A little clumsy, as if he's afraid he'll accidentally screw something up. He always asks if he can hold your hand. Okay Leon, yes, you can - for the 58th time today.

he cooks ... well, he tries Let's admit it - Leon could not cook and if he did something in the kitchen.... His show-off dish was a simple sandwich. But since he started dating something stirred in him - he wanted to show off his best side - supposedly women like resourceful guys in the kitchen. However, one morning when he decided to surprise you with breakfast for bed, well.... Let's just say he nearly burned down the kitchen. The toast turned to coal and the scrambled eggs looked like bioweapons. Yes well... Let's leave the cooking to you

he keeps your picture in his wallet Sometimes, when he can't see you for a few days, he pulls out a photo and sighs - it's not an exaggerated photo like from a fashion magazine cover. Ordinary, natural as you laugh at a silly joke he told you. He was really happy that the Instax was just lying next to him

he is a golden retriever type Honest, dedicated, loyal to the bone, and when he hugs you, it's like the world is no longer scary.

he writes you messages that he edits 12 times Before he sends "Hey, what's up? 😊", he rewrites it 10 times, adds emoticons, deletes emoticons, wonders if it sounds too pushy. When you write him back, he reads your message 8 times and smiles so hard that his cheeks hurt

sometimes he calls just to hear your voice "Hey… nothing happened, just…. I just remembered how ridiculously you sneeze. And I had to smile. And I had to tell you about it. Well, then… good night."

ʚ♡⃛ɞ NSFW

rookie, but not so innocent At first he was shy, touched cautiously, even too gently, but once he got rolling... Oh god. A completely different energy comes out of him - his strong grip leaves little bruises on your body (of course, afterwards he apologizes and lays lovely kisses on them) and his deep and powerful thrusts pull every moan out of you

total praise kink Tell him he's doing something right or he's YOUR good boy and he'll crumble under you - helpless, desperate

he is focused ONLY on you It's not just about sex - he wants to know what makes you a groaning mess underneath him. He analyzes your every sigh, writes down in his head every place where his touch makes you shake. He just loves the way you scratch his back when his cock is buried deeper in you than he thought it could be

high libido after a stressful day at work We know very well that police work can be stressful. such days act on Leon like an afterburner for his sex drive. as soon as he gets home and the door closes behind him.... Well, there is no salvation for you. He takes you no matter what room you are in or what you happen to be doing - his hot mouth attacks yours and his hands immediately pull down your homemade pants and underwear. He'll eat you whether you're on the kitchen counter, the table, the couch or in the shower. And then he'll bend you in half OR position himself behind you, entering you raw and bringing you to at least two orgasms

He has a weakness for your thighs He can't look away. Whether you're sitting in shorts or knee-high socks, Leon has his gaze glued like hot glue. Sometimes ( or often ) when you are watching a movie and his head is on your thighs, he starts placing wet kisses on them. In turn, when he licks your wet pussy his hands ALWAYS squeeze your skin tightly

he loves to whisper in your ear “You're so tight love.” “You don't even know how much I've missed you...” “You make it feel so damn good...” - all whispered in that deep, slightly hoarse voice. And you are melting.

[longlostaccount]

“ OOPS , TYPO !! ”

✦ characters : Satoru Gojo , Suguru Geto , Higuruma Hiromi , Choso Kamo , Toji Fushiguro , Sukuna Ryomen , Ino Takuma {new character!} , Nanami Kento

✦ warnings : smut , typos {purpose} , fem!reader , fem!reader x character , pet names , cusses , mature content {18+} ~ I will not be blocking anymore, just don’t blame me if you get in trouble !

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[insidekatmind]

Magic~Kai Parker

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

Night has fallen over Mystic Falls like a veil of shadows and mystery, and you tighten your jacket around your shoulders as you walk through the woods. The air is thick with magic, an electric energy that glides over your skin like a dangerous promise. You know he’s back. You feel it in your bones, in the tension of the group as you work together to bring Bonnie back.

Kai Parker. The name is a poison on your tongue, a whisper that turns your blood cold. He’s been trapped in his own personal hell, punished for the atrocities he’s committed, and now he walks among the living once again. You’ve tried to brace yourself for his return, but nothing can truly dull the effect he has on you when your eyes meet his.

He’s waiting for you. Leaning casually against a tree, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket,the smile dancing on his lips is that of a predator.

“You really are the witch of the group,” he says with an amused tone, tilting his head as he looks you up and down. “I thought you were more… boring.”

You stifle a sigh, your eyes blazing with defiance. “And I thought you’d stay in hell.”

Kai laughs, a deep, sharp sound. “I was bored. And apparently, someone decided to tear me away from that cozy little place.” He steps forward, and the air around you thickens, filled with the magic he stole from the Travelers. “Now, tell me… how do you plan on getting Bonnie back? I guess you don’t want me around?”

Your jaw tightens. He knows you need him, that his power is the only key to unlocking the gap between you and Bonnie. And he hates you for it. Or maybe it’s something else burning in his pale eyes as he looks at you, an interest too dangerous to ignore.

“We need your magic,” you admit through gritted teeth. “But we don’t trust you.”

Kai holds up his hands in surrender. “And I’m supposed to trust you? You make me look like the bad guy.”

“Because you are.”

A flash of amusement crosses his gaze, and in an instant, he moves faster than you can react. Before you can defend yourself, his face is inches from yours, and his fingers are touching your wrist, a light touch but filled with power. Your heart races, not just from the tension of the situation, but from something darker stirring deep inside.

“There’s something about you…” Kai murmurs, his gaze sliding from your face to your lips. “You’re different from other witches. Maybe that’s why I like you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s not a confession of love, not with that arrogant tone and that cheeky smile. And yet, you feel the heat of his magic creeping through your body, a tempting and forbidden call.

“Kai, stop.” Your voice is firm, but he doesn’t move.

“Are you sure?” His hand rises and a wave of energy envelops you, an echo of the magic he’s absorbed. “I can feel you. The way your magic reacts to mine. It’s electrifying, isn’t it?”

Gritting your teeth, you walk away with a determined stride. “Help us bring Bonnie back, and then you’ll be a problem that needs to be eliminated again.”

Kai smiles again, but this time there’s something sharper in his gaze. Something that warns you that this isn’t the end, but only the beginning of a dangerous game between the two of you.

And as you watch him, heart pounding in your chest, you realize that the real problem isn’t just him… but what you start to feel when he looks at you like that.

And that's how you ended up in your room with him while you were fucking. Kai was meanwhile transferring the magic he had stolen from the other witches to you. Kai's hands roam over your body, his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. His lips capture yours in a bruising kiss as he presses you against the wall, his hips grinding against yours. You can feel the magic pulsing between you, a tangible force that makes your skin tingle and your blood rush.

"Let me in," Kai murmurs against your lips, his voice a husky command. "Let me give you everything."

His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing against your core. A shudder runs through you, desire and fear warring within you.

"You're playing with fire," you warn, but your voice lacks conviction. The magic is too intoxicating, the pull too strong.

Kai smirks, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "I'm the fire, sweetheart.

You moaned holding on to him as you felt his cock inside you and felt the magic he was transferring to you. Kai's thrusts are deep and powerful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You can feel the magic coursing through your veins, filling you up and making you feel invincible. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his skin as you hold on for dear life.

"Fuck," Kai groans, his forehead resting against yours. "You feel incredible."

His hips snap forward, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl. You cry out, your back arching off the wall. The magic intensifies, pulsing in time with your heartbeats. It's overwhelming, consuming, and you're not sure where Kai ends and you begin.

"More,"you gasp, your body trembling with need. Kai's lips find yours in a possessive kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. He moves with a rough grace, as if your body is an instrument he knows how to play perfectly. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you closer, his thrusts growing more urgent.

"You're mine," he growls, his eyes locked with yours. "Every inch of you."

You melt beneath his gaze, your mind clouded with desire. You know in this moment that you're powerless to resist him, your magic surging.

You feel the magic building inside you, a pressure that threatens to consume you. Kai's thrusts grow more frenzied, his breathing ragged as he chases his own release. You can sense the power within him, the stolen magic that he's pouring into you, filling you up until you're overflowing.

"Yes," you hiss, your head falling back against the wall. "Give it to me. All of it."

Kai's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh as he comes with a shuddering groan. The magic explodes within you, a burst of light and energy that leaves you gasping for breath.

You collapse against him, your body spent and trembling, as the magic begins to fade. You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by what just happened, by the intense connection between the two of you. Kai's arms wrap around you, his touch surprisingly gentle, his breath warm on your skin.

"That was... intense," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "You're something else, you know that?"

You look up at Kai, your eyes searching his. There's a vulnerability in his gaze that you've never seen before, a softness that belies his usual arrogance. You're tempted to lean into his touch, to let yourself believe that there's something more between you than just magic and lust.

But the rational part of your brain screams at you to be careful. Kai Parker is a sociopath. Getting involved with him would be a mistake.

And yet, as he holds you close, his magic still pulsing gently through your veins, you can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's a part of him that's worth saving. Or maybe you're just fooling yourself, drawn in by the allure of the forbidden.

"Kai..." you start, but he silences you with a finger to your lips.

"Shh" he whispers.Kai's finger traces your lips, his touch featherlight. "Don't overthink it," he murmurs, his gaze intense. "Just for tonight, let's not think about the past or the future. Let's just be here, in this moment."

His other hand slides up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair. He tilts your head back, exposing your neck, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your pulse point. "Stay with me," he whispers against your skin. "Let me take care of you."

You shiver, your body responding to his touch despite your reservations. There's a part of you that wants to give in, to let go of all the doubts and fears and just lose yourself in him. But you know that doing so would be dangerous, not just for your heart, but for your soul.

"I can't," you say softly, placing a hand on his chest. "We can't. You know why."

Kai's eyes flash with something dark and intense. "Because of what I am?"

Kai's grip on your hair tightens slightly, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Is that what scares you? The fact that I'm not like other men?"

His other hand slides down to your hip, his fingers digging in possessively. "You think I don't know what I am? What I've done?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "But you're not afraid of me, are you? You're afraid of how I make you feel. Of the fact that when I touch you, you forget about everything else."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes boring into yours. "Admit it. You want me. Just as much as I want you."

You swallow hard, your heart racing in your chest. Kai's words hit too close to home, exposing the truth that you've been trying to deny. He's right. You are afraid. Afraid of the intensity of your feelings, of the way he makes you question everything you thought you knew about right and wrong.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "I'm afraid. Because I do want you. And it terrifies me."

Kai's expression softens, a rare vulnerability flashing in his eyes. "I know," he murmurs, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. "I'm afraid too. Afraid of what I might do if I let myself have you completely."

The admission hangs heavy between you, the vulnerability of the moment taking you both by surprise. There's a crack in Kai's armor that you've never seen before, a glimmer of sincerity that makes your heart ache. He takes a step back from you, running a hand through his hair as he tries to regain his composure.

"This changes nothing," he says at last, his voice gruff. "I'm still a monster."

You meet his gaze, a mixture of defiance and compassion in your eyes. "And yet, I still want you. Despite everything."

Kai stares at you, his expression a mix of disbelief and something that looks almost like hope. "You're insane," he says, but there's no heat behind the words. "Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

You step forward, closing the distance between you once again. "I'm saying that I see you," you whisper, your hand reaching out to cover his heart. "Not just the monster everyone else sees. But the man underneath. The man who's capable of feeling, of caring."

Kai's hand comes up to cover yours, his grip tight. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, but his voice is trembling slightly. "If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to stop myself from kissing you."

"So don't stop," you challenge, your eyes locked with his.

Kai's control snaps, and he crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his body as he pours all of his frustration, his desire, his fear into the kiss. You melt into him, your hands gripping his shirt as you kiss him back with equal fervor.

He walks you backwards until you're pressed against the wall, his hips pinning you in place. His hands roam over your body, touching you like he's trying to memorize every inch of you. You can feel the hard length of him pressing against your stomach, and you arch into him, desperate for more.

Kai breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Kai's head falls back with a thud as your lips wrap around his hard length. His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly as you take him deeper. You can feel him pulsing against your tongue, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second.

"That's it," he groans, his hips thrusting forward slightly. "Fuck, you look so good with your mouth on my cock."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you double your efforts, sucking and licking with a fervor that surprises even yourself. You want to drive him wild, to make him forget about everything except the pleasure you're giving him.

Kai's grip on your hair tightens, and he starts to thrust into your mouth, his movements growing more urgent.

“Damnit,” Kai grunts, his head falling back against the wall. “If you keep doing that…I won’t be able to hold back.”

There is a dangerous edge to his voice, a warning that he's close to losing control. You feel the power and the heat of his magic coursing through you, making you feel alive and vulnerable all at once.

You pull back, your lips swollen and your eyes dark with desire. "Then don't hold back," you challenge, your voice husky. "Show me what you're really capable of."

Kai's eyes flash with a primal hunger, and in an instant, he's lifting you up and spinning you around. He bends you over the nearby table, his hand pressing firmly on your back. You can feel the cool wood against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his body.

"I warned you," he growls, his hand sliding up your thigh to grip your hip. "You asked for this."

With a swift motion, he enters you from behind, filling you completely.

You cry out, your fingers digging into the table as Kai starts to move. His thrusts are deep and powerful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The magic within you responds to his touch, pulsing and surging in time with his movements.

"Fuck," Kai grits out, his grip on your hips tightening. "You're so tight. So perfect."

His free hand snakes around to your front, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building rapidly.

"Yes," you gasp, pushing back against him. "More. Harder."

Kai obliges, his hips slamming into yours with brutal force. The table creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with your moans and his ragged breathing. You can feel the magic reaching a fever pitch, the energy crackling in the air around you.

You cry out, completely lost in the sensations. Your mind is clouded, your body responding to his touch as if it were hardwired. The magic between you crackles like lightning, intensifying with every movement.

"That's it," Kai murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let me hear you. Let me feel you."

His words fuel the fire within you, sending your control spiraling out of reach. The table beneath you seems to grow more unstable, the magic around you growing more chaotic.

Kai's movements become erratic, his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. You can feel him swelling inside you, his release approaching. The magic within you responds, coiling tighter and tighter until it feels like you might burst.

"Come with me," Kai demands, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Now."

His words are all it takes to push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, the magic exploding outwards in a burst of light and energy. The table beneath you shatters, the pieces flying across the room as you both ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

Kai collapses against your back, his body shaking with the force of his release.

You both remain there for a moment, panting and trembling in the aftermath of your intense encounter. The room is filled with the scent of magic and sweat, the air still crackling with energy. Slowly, Kai pulls away from you, his movements unsteady.

"Fuck," he mutters, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "That was... intense."

You turn to face him, your own legs shaking slightly. "Yeah," you agree, a small smile playing on your lips. "It was."

Kai's gaze lingers on you, a mixture of satisfaction and something softer in his eyes. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You're something else," he murmurs. "I don't know what it is about you, but... I can't get enough."

His words send a flutter through your chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension. You know that getting involved with Kai is dangerous, that he's a man with a dark past and a volatile present but you don't care.

[alavestineneas]

Losing dogs

pairing: young!coriolanussnow x fem!reader

summary: His golden prize, his future wife, was now bound to him by the ring on her finger. Of all of his investments, this one had the potential to yield the greatest return. warnings: not really canon-compliant, mentions of minor violence, blood and shitty relationships word count: 4k

Part 2 is here!

author's note: remember kids, manipulators and sick bastards are only hot in fiction - don't do them (and drugs) in real life!

The polished toes of his new shoes reflected everything in the grand hall—they caught glimmers of lamps adorned with gold, colourful drapes on the enormous windows, and the kaleidoscopic dresses of women around. The chatter filled the room, almost too loud to hear the music—not that he would enjoy it either. Some things require focus.

''Mister Fabius, Missis Fabius.''

Corialanus's face melts into a smile-like expression at the sight of the older couple.

They look like lice in the large building—rich lice, that is. The golden and platinum rings on Missis Fabius's fingers shine with every gemstone known to man, mirroring the bright lights. The jewels look ugly on the wrinkly hand, he notes. What a waste.

''Mister Snow, what a surprise! I was just telling Livia of your prodigious success in your new position. Incredible work, Mr. Snow; simply incredible! ''

The man's face radiated with excitement, getting closer in shade to his burgundy tie. The gold threats on it piqued more interest for Mister Snow than the words of the old man—after all, it's not every day you meet such luxury in person.

The man's wife, however, seemed less enthusiastic; her cold, bored gaze circled him up and down, stopping only after getting the satisfaction of an undoubtedly unpleasant conclusion. 

Coriolanus mentally went over his outfit, hairstyle, and anything else she might have noticed. Nothing was out of place; the holes in his coat were a thing of the past. Still, it was something—that thought found its place in his brain, drilling a small hole in its way. 

''When will we know of your decision, Mister Snow? We gave you time—a lot of time.''

''This evening, Mrs. Fabius. After the play, I promise to give you my answer tonight.''

He has to look first. What fool buys a horse blind? Sure, the horse came with immense fortunes and, most importantly, connections, but still. He couldn't afford to make a hasty decision, especially when the stakes were so high. After all, he was one of the most desirable bachelors; Fabiuses had to thank him for even considering the offer.

''There is no agreement until tomorrow, Mister Snow. We will have you for breakfast at nine o'clock sharp,'' Mr Fabius said, placing a hand on his wife's back and leading her towards the entrance. They could afford not to make one's adieu.

The opera was popular among the richest; all of the seats were taken. He would have lied if he said the golden rails and red velvet didn't make him feel a bit out of place. Nobody paid him any attention, although this time it didn't hurt him as much as usual. He could hide in the shadows of his box seat without being concerned about making an impression.

Not the stage, of course. It was the least of his worries, although he did pay a high price for a ticket. No, he looked at her. 

The golden gown on her was a shimmering masterpiece. Layers and layers of the most expensive fabric covered her body like soft waves, crashing down at the round neckline with their gilded ends. She wore diamond earrings, just like her mother did, although they suited her better. 

Coriolanus remembered her from the academy; she always sat near the window, gazing out at the world with a longing in her eyes. She wasn't a very bright student but rather a dutiful one. always on time, always prepared with her assignments, and always eager to please her teachers. The heiress to the jewellery empire. The flower of the elite social scene. Her presence attracted attention, yet she seamlessly blended into the background, never stealing the spotlight. YN Fabius was everything he needed her to be—a picture, but never a spectacle. 

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The manor was grand and opulent, showing the wealth and status of the Fabius family. Its sprawling gardens and delicate architecture were a testament to its esteemed position in society. Collums, paintings, and endless staircases stood as if frozen in time. It was as if there was no war just a decade ago. 

''Mister Snow,'' the butler called out, his voice echoing through the grand foyer. ''Breakfast is served in the blue dining hall; if you would please follow me.''

Thousands and thousands of steps and passages lined the walls, leading to various wings and chambers of the mansion. It was warm, even during the cold autumn season. Only keeping the fireplaces always lit must cost a fortune.

When they finally reached the needed room, Coriolanus was slightly out of breath. The blue walls reached the high ceiling, painted with pictures of half-naked gods and goddesses frolicking in fields of flowers. It created the illusion of a smell wafting through the air as if the vibrant colours had come to life. 

The table was served for four, not three, suggesting that someone else was expected to join them. The silverware gleamed under the soft rays of sunshine, casting a shimmering glow across the room—pure silver, nothing less. 

The door behind him opened with a gentle creak, revealing Mr. Fabiuse's humble figure. His simple, at first glance, shirt was another of the perfectly constructed illusions—Coriolanus knew the fabrics like the back of his hand. The shirt, though seemingly plain, was made from the finest Egyptian cotton, woven with intricate patterns. 

''Mister Snow, how good that you came on time. Excuse my ladies, the girls are such girls at every age. Take so long to get ready,'' he laughs. ''Please, take a seat," Mr. Fabius said, gesturing towards a plush chair covered in velvet. 

''There is no point in all of those paints once you hit sixty,'' Mrs.Fabius said, appearing right behind her husband. She circled the table before taking a seat herself, her eyes glancing disapprovingly at the young man. "Let's begin before the food grows cold," she added with a sigh, her tone tinged with resignation. 

''Of course,'' Mr. Fabius nodded, lifting the lid on the first dish. The aroma of it filled the room, and Coriolanus couldn't help but feel his hunger grow. He didn't have the habit of eating so much in the morning—another thing he needs to adjust about his routine. 

When Mr.Fabius finally placed the fork down, Coriolanus knew it was time. ''Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Fabius. I must say, I thought a lot about your proposal, and after careful consideration, I have decided to accept it.''

''Good.'' Mrs. Fabius answered instead, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I'm glad to hear that, Coriolanus. I believe this union will bring great delights to both of us." 

Mr. Fabius seemed not to notice the interruption. ''I think a winter wedding would be absolutely perfect. Everybody seems to be getting married in the spring, but in the winter? Oh, it's definitely going to be a hit. Ah, and here's the lucky bride-to-be!''

She stood beside the just-opened door, her eyes following his expressions. Her hands, adorned just with one small pearl ring, were gently clasped together in front of her. She looked nervous, like a child standing in front of the full class on the first school day. Her dress, a delicate lace creation, clings to her figure like a second skin. 

He smiled at her. YN looked like an antique statue, as if she just stepped out of the ruins of the Panem. Coriolanus wasn't even sure she was breathing—her stillness was so deep. 

''Let's leave the lover birds to chirp,'' Mrs.Fabius said, standing up. She walked towards the couple, her heels clicking against the floor, and extended her hand towards YN. "Congratulations, my dear," she said with a warm smile before leaving, her husband following after her.

''It's time for a ring, isn't it?'' Coriolanus cleared his throat. Everything is to be done appropriately; there is no reason to avoid traditions. He reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out a small box. White, of course—who is he, if not a romantic at heart?

''Mr. Snow,'' YN watched him stand up and come closer with the same expression she always bore—a mixture of melancholy and worship. ''Grant me something.''

He paused. Coriolanus didn't like to make promises. He would have to make it clear to her later, after the wedding—the fact that he took her for a bride was enough of a promise. Still, he needed this engagement to work, and he was not about to lose it to a crude lie. With a sigh, he softly replied, "What is it that you desire, Miss YN?"

''Promise me you will be kind to me. All of our marriage, promise to be kind to my heart.''

Coriolanus almost laughed in her face. Oh, what a lovely, clueless fool. "I will do my best to treat you with kindness, Miss YN."

''Good,'' she smiles. ''I think we will make a great couple then, Mister Snow.''

''Coriolanus, my dear. Please call me Coriolanus." 

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. It was sealed. His golden prize, his future wife, was now bound to him by the ring on her finger. Of all of his investments, this one had the potential to yield the greatest return.

-

Mr.Fabius didn't lie—his daughter was the perfect bride. She never spoke to him unless he did first; she never questioned him. She simply followed his lead, like a well-trained pet. A pretty, lovely YN. She knew what to do, how to dress, and what to say. He searched for one—at least a slight imperfection—and couldn't find one; it was as if she wasn't a human, which, to him, she wasn't.

''What are you going to do today?'' he asks, without bothering to look up from the newspaper. He doesn't wish to hear her answer, but he still asks out of courtesy. Coriolanus knows that her daily routine is made up of attending charity events, dinners with influential figures's wives, and shopping for designer clothes. It's a predictable pattern.

''Well, the trees I ordered came in today; I'll have to chat with the new gardener about them. Are you meeting with anyone important later?" 

''As a matter of fact, I do. Larry Tremblay wants to include me in a business deal he's been working on." 

It's partly true, but she doesn't need to know more. Just a familiar name was usually enough for his wife to hum in satisfaction and assume that he was still climbing the social ladder. Not this time, evidently.

''You shouldn't accept.''

He looked up from his cup, trying to guess if she had gone out of her mind. YN looked like usual, her eyes meeting his without a care in the world. Why today, of all days, she decided to question his decision was beyond him. He cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his composure. "And why should I decline such a good-looking opportunity?" 

''He beats his wife. Just yesterday, I saw her with bruises. ''

Coriolanus fought hard to keep a smile from forming on his lips. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, feigning indifference. He knew his wife wasn't the brightest, but this? "Is that so?" 

''Don't you understand what it means? The man only beats his wife for two reasons. If he has always enjoyed those types of things, which Larry did not, or if he loses power and control in other aspects of his life. The business isn't going as well as he wants it to,'' YN lowers her gaze, losing confidence in her voice. ''I thought you would want to know that.''

He would, very much. Her conclusion was the dumbest thing he ever heard, based on some black and blue marks and a twist of her imagination. Still, it was interesting—his wife's head wasn't always empty like he hoped. She thought enough to notice something, and she listened enough to remember his partners. 

''I will keep that in mind,'' he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of annoyance. What harm could it do to entertain her thoughts? It was even slightly amusing to see her try to piece together a puzzle that didn't exist. 

-

It wasn't so fun anymore when Larry Tremblay was fired exactly two weeks later. Surely, it could be a consequence, but Coriolanus Snow didn't believe in them. There had to be something, anything, to explain his wife's sudden knowledge—she couldn't have acquired it on her own, about that he was sure.

YN looked unfazed by his questioning gaze as she lay on the dark olive-coloured sofa in his office, continuing to play with a snow-white kitten on her stomach. It was his wedding gift, one of many—the pricy creature with a diamond collar. He thought it was rather symbolic—two caged animals who were once considered sacred.

''How did you understand that Tremblay was about to be fired?'' Coriolanus asked, his voice laced with suspicion. It could be that she overheard the woman talk about it, or even that she had some inside information from her connections. What bothered him more was what she could know from the same source about him.

YN paused, her fingers gently stroking the kitten's fur as she met his gaze. "I didn't know that. I simply knew he had trouble at work. Evidently, they were big enough for him to lose his position." 

''Really?'' he chuckled. Maybe she was telling the truth. ''Then, what can you say about my work?''

YN's eyes narrowed slightly. "Your work doesn't matter; how you present yourself does. Can I give you some advice?'

 "Sure.'' Coriolanus bit his tongue, fighting the urge to snap back at her. After all, it is what he married her for—to fit in. He took a deep breath.

''Buy a new car, but not the most expensive one; it will give off an impression of stability, like you know the job isn't going anywhere. Your shoes are always too polished; it's like you wore them right out of the box. And throw away that hideous tie you always wear—you look like a student." 

''Something else?'' Coriolanus mustered a weak smile, trying to hide his frustration. 

''I don't want to offend you, Coriolanus. But I want you to do well. After all, you are my husband now, and your success reflects on both of us. Why not help where I can? You know I love clothes.''

''Good, '' he replied, forcing a more genuine smile. "Now get away from that cat before it scratches you. I'll figure out the rest on my own." 

''Of course you will. You are the smartest man I've ever met.''

-

He was. It was because of his intelligence that YN married him, because of his ambition. Well, that and something else. 

From her earliest childhood, YN knew what she was destined to be. She was the child of late parents, the only child, and a girl; she would inherit everything the generations of her family worked so hard to achieve. And YN was no fool; she needed a man. Driven, proud, and cold-blooded. The one who was not afraid to get his hands dirty while she spent her time leisurely in his shadow. Oh, no—YN never minded her place, much like her mother did. She taught her to bet on the finest horses, and Coriolanus Snow was no exception. 

From the time she saw him in his ridiculously tight shirt in the academy, she knew what she wanted. Him. The top of every class, the charmer with pretty eyes—a catch, really. Her mother said there was darkness inside her dear Coriolanus, but YN knew. That's why she now sits in the opulent living room, waiting for him to get home. Mr. Snow was a horrific, ruthless man. But he was still, at his core, a man. 

And men never listen. That's how she got him and got him good—a silent, fawn-eyed creature that he thought he could control. An obedient wife and a lovely lap dog. It was funny to see his gaze twitch slightly when she said something she wasn't supposed to—how long would it take him to figure it out? 

It's time—his tall figure appeared in the corridor leading to the living room. YN watches silently as he takes off his shoes and coat, placing them on the rack by the door. Home at seven p.m. sharp, just like any other day. Just like any other day, dinner is at the table. 

He never said thank you. Instead, her closet grew bigger with countless dresses, bags, and shoes—sometimes even brand-new jewellery. YN didn't mind it; she loved it—the jealous whispers of other women at the events about how lucky she was. She didn't have to sleep with a big, fat old man to get the latest fur coat or the most exquisite diamond necklace.

At least a few times a month now, Coriolanus would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming. This night was one of those: YN woke up from the constant turning and tossing in the bed. She doesn't know how he didn't figure out why; it was easy to guess his food contained something to make his sleep far worse—YN made sure of that. Maybe he just didn't have the heart to admit his weaknesses, even to himself.

''Hey,'' she whispered, getting out of the warm covers. YN tiptoed over to Coriolanus' side of the bed, careful not to bump into anything in the dark. ''Hey, wake up. Are you okay?" she asked, gently shaking him awake. 

Coriolanus jolted upright, his eyes wide with fear as he gasped for breath. He wasn't; of course, he wasn't. Yn would have lied if she said she didn't find it hot to see him like this—sweat glistening on his forehead, his chest heaving. 

''You were having a nightmare again.''

He looked at her with the eyes of a lunatic, still not over his dream. ''What did I say this time?"

''You were mumbling something about birds and songs, I think? It didn't make much sense." 

He doesn't recall that she mentored the 10th game too. Without much success, of course, but one thing she did remember was a girl from District 12 who liked to sing. Coriolanus remembered her too; it was evident from the fear that crossed his eyes.

''Excuse me,'' he said, his voice still shaky. ''I need a moment.''

YN watched as he stumbled towards the bathroom, his hands twitching. As much as her husband wanted to hide those parts of himself, he couldn't. Not from her. 

There was nothing else to do but wait. YN climbed on the bed, turning her back to the bathroom door. Coriolanus would only come out when he thought she had fallen asleep. She learned to control her breath when she was just a little girl; it saved her life once, when a rebel pointed a gun at her small frame, meaning to shoot. He didn't—what use was it to waste a bullet on a non-breathing child?

Surely, after some time, the blonde man stepped out of the bathroom. For a few minutes, he listened to her steady breathing before sliding under the covers and pressing his body against hers, his large hand covering her shoulders. Coriolanus wasn't gentle; YN wasn't sure he knew what the word meant anyway, but he was careful. His arm around her chest wasn't tight—just enough for him to bring her closer.

As much as YN wanted to turn around and face him, she didn't. There was no point—like any other human, he hated the feeling of vulnerability. Instead, YN focused on the warmth of his body. Coriolanus Snow was a god more than a human, and real gods were never kind. The only currency they recognized was blood.

-

The annual party for the victor of this year's games. The first year Coriolanus Snow worked as a head gamemaker, his creation was a bloodbath, a spectacle of violence and despair. He did a good job—an excellent one, even—and one of the greatest stars of today's celebration was him.

They needed to dress the part in clothes that exuded power. And so they did. Coriolanus's suit was ample—purple velvet with gold embroidery—the colour of Roman emperors. The colour of the winners. The suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, suiting his white hair. Gold cufflinks, gold rings—he looked like a sovereign among men. It was risky to do so right in front of the current president, but who was Coriolanus Snow if he was not confident in his success? 

YN wore the gown from the matching collection, a floor-length masterpiece. The deep purple colour was a stark contrast to her skin tone. And jewellery, of course—she came from the Fabius family for a reason. The lavender diamonds on her necklace and earrings. They were rare—the rarest—even. Only a few violet diamonds have been mined in the past seventy years.

It was all anyone talked about behind their backs. Whispers, rumours, and so much venom dripped from the mouths of Panem's elite—that's what they were hoping for, anyway. The Snows were just as shamelessly rich as they were powerful. 

That's why they now sat at the President's table, just a few faces away from them. Coriolanus smiled to himself - not even the President's wife could compare to YN. Not in fashion, not in elegance. He had an impeccable taste - even a person far away from politics could see that.

''A toast!'' the President stood up with a glass in his hand, turning to face the Coriolanus. ''I am sure many of you know who was the mastermind behind the games this year - it's my pleasure to introduce Coriolanus Snow to those of you who don't. However, not many know his story of success. From a dirt-poor background, when his greatest possession was his family name, he worked hard to achieve the position he holds today. Let us raise our glasses and celebrate his remarkable journey to success and the country of Panem - the land of opportunity!''

YN cursed under her breath as she listened to the crowd cheer for her husband. He remained stoic - the only thing that gave away his fury was his eyes - they grew as dark as the sky outside. She didn't bother to calm him - this fire was impossible to put out. The President made a fatal mistake with his speech - she knows. But the true fear crept into her heart when she saw the President's wife pass Coriolanus the dish. 

Cabbage.

Under a fancy sauce, it could be transformed into a delicacy fit for their circle. But tonight, it was his last straw. The colours changed on the face of Coriolanus, from white to all shades of red. His fists clenched, and veins pulsed on his temples. The room fell silent as they observed.

''Oh, I am so sorry,'' YN chipped in. Quick, something. ''I have a terrible allergy to cabbage.'' 

The President's wife looked concerned. ''Oh, I didn't know.''

YN made her eyes water, throwing a coughing feat for more dramatic effect. ''I think I need to step outside for some fresh air." 

She felt a warm hand on her back. ''Let me accompany you, just to make sure you're alright." her husband announced, carefully leading her towards the exit. 

-

The first thing he did when they reached the women's bathroom was break the mirrors in a fit of anger. Shards of glass scattered across the floor as he paced around the room like a caged animal. YN watched as shouted and hit the walls, sitting on the bathroom floor. Beautiful one - the tile was a lovely shade of pink, contrasting with the chaos unfolding before her. 

After a good few minutes, he finally calmed down and sank to the floor beside her, his face buried in his hands. Her husband, her hauntingly beautiful, pathetic husband - oh, what a sight. He looked mad, maniac, even; his blonde hair was far from its usual perfectly styled form, falling on his tear-stained cheeks.

"What do you think of me?"

His voice is hoarse, a few notes down from a honey-like. She likes it better, YN thinks - nothing of the fasçade he was trying so hard to uphold. No, just a raw hunger with a mix of equally raw despair.

"I think you are an animal, Coriolanus."

She smiles, watching his expression change. He suspected it, of course - her husband was a smart man. Still, he can't believe it - his head twitches in her direction, his gorgeous bottomless eyes shining under the weak light of the only surviving floor lamp.

"What?" he asks with such a loss in his voice YN has to fight the urge to bring him close. Not now, she thinks. It's not the time. 

"A hungry, desperate, sick, sick animal with nothing to lose."

Coriolanus gets closer abruptly, clearly angered - she can't let him leave now. His arm shouts to find its place on her neck, long, slim fingers forming a circle around her throat. "You think I am after money, don't you?"

"No, no," a yelp escapes her lips, bordering a hysterical laugh. "Only fools are after money, Coriolanus, and you are no fool."

YN watches as he loses his grip a little, calmed by her words. What a pitiful, fascinating creature was her husband - one word of reassurance and he is willing to let thousands of cursings slide.

"What is it, then? What did you fantasize about in your small dull head?"

He still doesn't believe her. YN is surprised at how quickly it becomes boring. 

"You want power."

Clap - the grip on her neck is tight again.

"That's why you choose the fear. People forget the hand that feeds them, but the one who beats? Never."

The frown on his face falls a little, and through the gritted teeth escapes something like a curse. "You talk an awful lot about me," he notes. "What are you hungry for?"

"You."

He laughs. That was a deep, chest laugh - YN thinks she never heard him laugh so sincerely. "You want my love? Don't lie to me, YN," he taunts, pressing a little harder on her neck.

"Not love. Love is easily swayed, is it not? No, I want you."

Coriolanus looks at her as if he never done so before. Well, he looked thousands of times, but he didn't see. His eyes study every expression in hers, every part of her face. "A hungry dog is not a loyal dog," he finally masters.

There is a certain silence after his words. YN gulps, desperatly trying to help her dried throat - the blood from his hands ran down her neck onto her exposed chest, leaving sticky, dark trails behind.

"Feed me, then."

He kisses her. He puts a force behind it, watching her hands fall on his chest for some kind of support. Coriolanus kisses her until there is no air in YN's chest anymore, and she has to push him away to take a rushed breath. 

They were going to be just fine.

After all, they both never bet on losing dogs.

[cupidkyu]

can you repost the top Kinich hcs PLEASE

DOM TOP KINICH HCS

— gn!reader, brat taming implied,mean kinich,org4sm denial(?), degradation, overstim.

ts took so long 2 answer but yes,idk why it keeps taking down my posts but here ya go!!!

kinich definitely degrades you in an indifferent tone, making you feel inferior compared to him, looking down at you with a boring gaze as he fucked into you m1ssionary.

and enjoys tying your hands together! he likes watching you squirm and struggle against the rope bounding both your wrists together while he acts all gentle with you,yet his tip presses so firmly against that spot,youre whimpering and wailing for him to go faster,he'll give it to you, don't worry. but just stay as a good little toy for him, okay?

“you're so annoying.” he'd sigh, thrusting so deliberately slowly,his eyes never laying off of you,his nails digging into your neck as your hips buck up against him so desperately,your mewls only turning him more each time,“please- I-.. ngh~ kinich- I'm sorry-” you'd apologize pathetically,so pathetically. “for what? for acting like a lil' bitch? or sorry for not being able to satisfy me?” he spat coldly, punctuating his words with a harsh slam this time, letting out a quiet groan as a squeal escaped from you. of course,he didn't mean what he said. he just loves watching you protest,he just loves your little 'i can,i promise!'s. can you blame him?

kinich loves watching you beg for release,you wanna squirt,you wanna spill,just for him. but he never lets you,at least not so fast. he likes watching tears drip down your eyes,your bottom lip shaky as you try your best to speak and plead for him to allow you to come. he'll fuck into you so roughly,but warning you that if you ej4culate without his permission, he'll punish you!

sure,he's a little mean when hes wrecking you senseless,but he still tries his best to show you he doesn't mean to harm you in any way! you are his darling lover after all. however,it doesn't mean he'll pass up on the offer of watching his pet crying and sobbing to release!!!

you were throbbing from both pain and pleasure,your eyes rolling back as you moan repeatedly. “c-..come- please- I wanna- hnf~..! wanna come-! please- I-” you'd stumble between your words as he kept pushing himself inside you, cocking his head to the side as he speaks,“no, I've already told you. you're not going to, unless I'm close.” you nod weakly,not wanting to upset your lover. he rubbed your waist softly to remind you that he loves you a lot,hiccups escaping your throat as you took his cock<3 but you couldn't help but immediately fold when he pushes a little bit to deep and rough inside you, causing you to shiver and cream, earning a disapproving look from him.

kinich bends you over the bed, changing the position a little. his finger twirls a strand of your hair as you cry from the harsh,messy treatment you're receiving from him. your eyes twitching uncontrollably when he keeps rubbing that one spot. your thighs covered in light red from how harsh he was spanking them.

he keeps your head down with one of his hands as he wrecks your hole, squeezing and clenching around him as your legs tremble from the nth or4gsm. globs of tears staining the bedsheets as he keeps you pinned down.

oh how pretty you looked when hes fucking you like there's no tomorrow, finally letting you come but with a catch,he makes you spill over and over! your hair is tugged,yanked,used as a handle for him to use,your neck covered in bruises and bites. you were filled,so full, completely full. you could feel his cock over and over again while you're full of his sem4n. “does it feel good,hm?” he'd ask, already knowing the answer,his free hand tracing your back,“y-..yesh! feels so- goood~..! s-soo good~” you'd blabber. you could suddenly feel his palm against your reddened thigh,you shrieked so adorably, earning a chuckle from him as he practically splits you in half. he shoved your face down against the bedsheets,your now whines muffled as he continues to ram himself inside you,how long will this last? who knows! but you just feel so much at once while hes tearing you apart,maybe he should focus on making his beloved come over and over again!>_<

@cupidkyu

[etfrin]

please, please, please • art donaldson

nsfw: breeding kink, body worship, pinv sex, fingering, fem! reader, insecure! reader, soft sex, creampie | lmk if I forgot anything!

What if Tashi came back?

This was a question that always haunted you.

She left you alone with Art and went away with Patrick. But the distance didn't seem enough. You feel like you're under her shadow even though she's not present in either of your lives anymore.

But you couldn't tell Art this. Your deepest insecurities. Your biggest fear is his first love.

How pathetic is that?

But tonight the fear won over.

Art was peacefully sleeping beside you. Your head was on his chest, and you felt the thump, thump, thump, of his heartbeat. You swallow, and whisper, “Art.”

He doesn't stir awake. You frown, hating that you have to be louder. Hating that you're so down on your self-esteem you need him to help you back up. You can't feel better otherwise and you don't want to fall into this black hole.

“Art!”

Art flinches awake.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, frantically looking around the dark room. His gaze lands on you. You shake your head.

“I wasn't feeling good,” you murmur.

“Are you feeling sick, love?”

You shake your head. You see Art furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “Then? What is it, love?”

“What if she comes back, Art?”

“Who?”

“Tashi.”

“Babe.”

You look into his eyes as you hear his soft voice ringing in your ears. It was filled with gentle, cautious love. It held the fact that whatever Art would say next would be the truth.

“The only one I want is you,” He whispered.

Art pressed his lips to your cheek before his lips traveled further down to your neck with each kiss. “The only one I love is you.”

He begins to gently suck the salty, pristine skin trying to leave a mark for tomorrow. You gasp, turning your head to give him better access. His hand gets under your t-shirt. A shiver passes down your spine as you feel the heat of his palm on your cold skin. He lifts your bra, freeing your left breast. He kneads the flesh with care, along with marking your neck with several, dark red love bites.

He pulls back, breathing hard. You look at him, his chest rising up and down. The blinders of windows weren't pulled so the moonlight was rushing through the room. It shined on Art. His pupils were wide, his lips parted as he took in air.

He pulls his t-shirt over his head. He threw it aside. “Sit up, love,” he said. You listen to him. He begins to undress you, first your t-shirt and then your bra. He feasts his eyes, blessing himself with your beauty.

“The one I need is you.”

You wrapped your arms around Art, giving him a messy kiss. Your tongue meets with his, and you moan into his mouth. The kiss is vulgar with the way you suck his tongue, taking in his taste as much as possible. You get on his lap, your panty-clad pussy pressing against his clothed hard cock.

It's crude, the kiss, saliva drips down your lips and falls onto his skin. Neither of you breaks the kiss, no matter how much of a mess it is creating for both of you. You begin to impatiently grind your soaking wet cunt against his cock. He groans your name into your lips. You grin, pushing him to the mattress.

His hands begin to fondle both of your breasts, his fingers twisting your nipples. He sits back up again, sucking onto your left nipple as he continues to tease your right one. He licks the patch of skin between your breasts, reaching your collarbone. His teeth sink into your flesh causing you to whimper his name.

Art hums as he begins to press kisses to your neck and finds your lips. Your kisses with him begin to become longer, your tongue tangled with his as your hands are on his shoulder. His hands travel down to your ass, cupping the bottom. He slips you off of your panties.

He pressed his palm in between the heat of your thighs. You let out a whine as you begin to grind your pussy against his hand, coating him with your juices. Your hand pulls at his hair as your hips get faster. You cry out when his fingers push into your walls. His digits press against your wall, again and again trying to find that one spot.

His fingers get faster, desperate. His digits go inside of you deeper than before, reaching the second knuckle. He was making you feel so full and you tell him so. Art chuckles in return. Then, suddenly, stars swim in your vision as your walls begin to squeeze his fingers.

“There it is,” Art grins.

Your walls clamp down on his digits. He smirks as he feels the living pulse of your sweet cunt. So desperate, so ready to cum over his fingers. Too bad he wanted it to be on his cock. He pulls out his fingers, they were shining from your arousal. You take his digits inside your mouth, closing your eyes as your tongue begins to lick up your taste from him.

He enjoys the show.

After it's over, he gently lays you down on the bed.

“I am gonna take you, okay?”

He waits for a yes.

You nod, and Art beautifully smiles at you. He gives you a peck on the forehead before he climbs on top of you. His boxers are around his knees, setting his leaking, hard cock free.

He lets out a gasp as he sinks inside of your wet, tight cunt. Your walls stretch as you take his length inside of you. You feel the twitch of his cock, you feel his pre-cum painting your walls. You whine, “Art, Art- move!”

He obliged. He does so with slow, deep strokes. Every thrust of his hips takes his cock out completely until only the head is in then he pushes it all back in again reaching your deepest spots. Each time he fucked into your pussy, he did it by savouring each second of it. He didn't take your sweet, tight cunt for granted. He doesn't take you for granted.

He gasps your name. One of his hands was holding both of your wrists on top of your head, pinned on the mattress. He had a match tomorrow, he knew if he let go, you'd mark his back. He can't have the marks right now. Maybe over the weekend, he'll let you do it as much as you want. His forehead is pressed against yours. Each time he sinks back in, he presses a kiss to your lips again and again.

You could feel the heat bottoming on your stomach. You were so close. You open your lips, welcoming Art's skilful tongue inside. He swipes around your tongue, taking his time as he speeds up just a bit. He could feel your pussy pulsating around him. He knew the telltale signs of you cumming. The hitch of your breath, the scent of your sweat, the sweetness of your lips. All of these were bringing Art closer to the edge too.

You begin to whine, “Ar- Art I am close. Baby- so close-” He hushes you. “I know, babe. Let go. I am here.”

You cry out his name as white flashes in your vision. You let go, your pussy spasming against his cock. Milking him for all his worth. Art gasps out your name as he thrusts into you. He gets sloppy and desperate. He wants to cum in you so bad. He had the sudden urge to knock you up. Make you a mama. That would be so good. It was a brilliant idea in his head. Instead of pulling out and coming onto your stomach. He stays, he stays and continues to fuck into your cunt. He whimpers as his cock begins to paint your walls white with his seed without any warning.

He doesn't stop. Art fucks you full of his cum.

Maybe making you a mom will help you stop worrying.

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

"I'm not obsessed with this character anymore, therefore I don't like them as I used to"

No.

The reason you're not obsessed anymore is because your obsession has turned into something's more strong; love. They're not 24/7 in your mind, because they'll be forever in your heart.

You'll be obsessed with many characters, yes, some obsessions will fade, but those whom you really adore will always be with you.

So stop being so anxious, okay? Here's some cake :)

[crookedgalaxycandy]

I swear "x reader" fanfic writers save lives. You feel lonely and touch starved? Get some cuddle content! Everything kinda sucks right now? This character want nothing more than to comfort you! And they do requests, FOR FREE?! They are some of the most creative creators I've seen. I always feel better reading yalls content. Makes me feel less alone. And for the people who are like "that's so cringe," you know what's more cringe? Criticising people having harmless fun.

"x reader" author appreciation!

[totorolaughs]

Aliens & Ghosts | Takakura "Okarun" Ken x Reader

content: a/v f!ngering, gender neutral reader, under!age, s!xual content, no pronouns for reader, Okarun is shy(?), crushes, friends to lovers, a/v s!x REQUEST: OPEN | CLOSED

note: my tumblr isn't working, for some odd reason me coping and pasting isn't working if Im able to fix it I'll fix this post and put the whole story here instead of linking it ( AO3 )

[moonlightplaylist]

MARK GRAYSON CRUSH & DATING HEADCANONS

CRUSH

when he first saw you in the hallway at school, you caught his eye

he was just talking to William and when you passed by him, all his attention on William shifted to you

he couldn’t help it, you were just so mesmerizing

he didn’t fall in love with you immediately since he didn’t really knew what you were like yet

when he did get the chance to though, thats when he was head over heels for you

the more he spends time with you, the more he realizes how his heart beats faster whenever you’re around

whenever you talk to him, he often stutters and mixes up his words

it’s embarrassing for him, but its cute

whenever you tease him, his face just turns red and he tries to tease you back

Mark would mention you a lot to his parents

the first time you came over to help him study, his mom, Debbie asked “Mark, isn’t this the person you often talk about at dinner?”

Mark just stood there, red as a tomato and immediately denied

DATING

eventually he asked you out and you said yes

ever since he got his powers and became Invincible, he would often come late to dates

he would always come up to you, panting while his hand was holding flowers for you or a small gift

he would remember little things about you and try his best to make sure the gift he gives you is something you would like

you heard him apologize a dozen times already about how late he was

of course, you had no idea at the time about his powers and everything so you just assumed he’s being rude on purpose

this led to many fights

you both were able to work it out each time though by communication

when Mark finally told you he’s Invincible after another argument about him being late, you stood there thinking he’s probably making another excuse

“You don’t believe me? Fine.”

Mark then proceeds to float up in the air, his feet were off the ground

that’s when it hit you and made you realize why he was late all of the time

he wasn’t lying, he IS Invincible

ever since that day, your relationship with Mark was stronger than ever

you often had to make excuses for him, but you didn’t really mind (it can get annoying after multiple times)

he would often call you petnames — babe, baby

he would definitely love to cuddle with you and sleep beside you

Mark loves to admire you and think about how lucky he is to have you

[aventurineswife]

Hello, I wanted to request a bit of a unique story where the reader is female and is in a happy and healthy relationship with Dan Heng but lately she's been having strange dreams about a man who looks just like Dan Heng but can hardly remember what happens during these dreams. After a couple of weeks the reader is sleeping longer and the dreams are becoming more realistic and the man was acting strange towards her.

Between Dreams and Reality

Summary: You find yourself haunted by increasingly realistic dreams of a man who looks exactly like your lover, Dan Heng, yet carries an unsettling presence. As the dreams grow stronger and more vivid, you struggle to recall their details, only left with the eerie feeling that he is trying to reach you. Concerned, Dan Heng begins to notice the toll these visions take on you, and a growing sense of unease settles between you both. The lines between dreams and reality begin to blur, and you fear that soon, the mysterious figure will no longer remain confined to your sleep.

Tags: Dan Heng x Female!Reader, Mystery, Psychological Thriller, Romance, Established Relationship, Dream Manipulation, Angst, Slow Burn.

Warnings: Psychological distress, Sleep disturbances, Mild horror elements, Unsettling themes.

The soft glow of the Astral Express’s lights flickered gently as you stirred awake, your heart hammering against your ribs. Beads of cold sweat clung to your skin, your breath uneven. Another dream. Another vision of him.

Dan Heng’s steady presence beside you was a sharp contrast to the disorienting haze of your sleep. His breathing remained calm, undisturbed, his arm loosely draped around your waist. You turned slightly, watching his peaceful expression, searching for any trace of the man in your dreams.

The resemblance was uncanny—no, it was exact. The same sharp features, the same piercing gaze, but the man in your dreams was different. There was something off about him. He carried himself with an unsettling intensity, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place: longing, familiarity, and an edge of something darker.

You tried to remember details—his words, his actions—but each time you awoke, the memories faded like mist. The only thing that lingered was the feeling, the growing weight of something unknown pressing against your chest.

It had been weeks since the dreams first started. At first, they had been fleeting, just glimpses of him in the distance. But now, they felt so real, like you were truly there, trapped in a space between sleep and waking. And the man—he was growing bolder. His words were unclear, but his presence was suffocating. Each night, he seemed closer, more desperate, as if reaching for you, trying to remind you of something you couldn’t remember.

Dan Heng stirred beside you, a soft hum escaping his lips as his fingers gently brushed against your arm. “You’re awake again,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah… another dream.”

His eyes opened slowly, studying you with quiet concern. “The same man?”

“Yes.” You swallowed. “It’s getting worse. I don’t remember much, but… it feels real.”

Dan Heng shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. He was always calm, always composed, but you knew him well enough to see the worry flicker beneath his usual stoicism. “You’ve been sleeping longer,” he said, fingers lightly tracing your wrist as if checking for something unseen. “And yet, you still wake up exhausted.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “I don’t understand it. I feel like… he knows me. Like he’s trying to tell me something.”

Dan Heng was silent for a moment before he exhaled slowly. “Dreams can be strange, but this… this feels different.”

You looked up at him, searching his expression. “Do you think it means something?”

His gaze darkened slightly, and for a brief second, you saw something pass through his eyes—recognition? Fear? “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I don’t like it.”

Neither did you. The dreams were no longer just dreams. They were creeping into your waking hours, leaving you restless and confused. And the man who wore Dan Heng’s face… he was waiting. Watching.

And you had the sinking feeling that soon, he would step beyond the realm of dreams and into reality.

[dear-satan]

"happy birthday darling" | re4r!Leon Kennedy headcanons birthday edition

★ author's note: today I turn 22 years old…. so on this occasion I have a gift for you <3

ʚ♡⃛ɞ SFW

• Leon as a birthday boyfriend is a softboy with a diploma. He starts the day by kissing you on the face like a puppy (literally), muttering in a sleepy voice “Happy birthday, baby” and still doesn't let you get up - "Five more minutes. Take your time. Today you are the queen."

• He makes you breakfast…. No poison, he promises. Eggs in the shape of a heart. Coffee with milk in the shape of a teddy bear. And all this served on a tray with a flower he chopped from a post somewhere. (“No one will notice. Maybe.”).

• He took you on your “birthday mission” - a picnic in the middle of nowhere. But not one with a basket and flies, but with a blanket, wine and your favorite music playing from his phone. He looks like he's in paradise, lying next to you, stroking your hair and purring: “You deserve the world, and all I brought was food and myself… I hope that's enough.”

• Birthday Hugs All day long he holds you in his arms as if you were his amulet. During the movie, during dinner, even when you go to the bathroom - he tries to lead you away with his eyes like a longing golden retriever.

ʚ♡⃛ɞ NSFW

• Birthday teasing begins…. starting in the morning Leon walks around the house shirtless. In just boxers. And all the time he throws texts like: "Today you can have everything you want. And I have a long list to offer."

• Gift number 2 - “unwrap me” He tied a red ribbon around his neck and…. nothing more. He stands in the bedroom with a slight smile and says: "You don't have to blow the candles. You'd better save some breath for later."

• Leon has the kink for domination…. But on your birthday? Totally submits to you You have him on his knees. His hands are tied behind his back. He looks down at you with that inflamed face of his and says: "I'm all yours. Tell me what to do." And then. he does exactly what you tell him to do.

• Sex in the mirror Leon leads you in front of the mirror, standing behind you. He kisses your neck while whispering: "See how beautiful you look when I fuck you…. and how much you want me." And his hands…. Are absolutely everywhere.

• Birthday overstimulation One time is not enough for him. “Today we don't count rounds,” he says, kissing your thigh, “we count screams.” And indeed - he won't let you go until you say his name like a mantra. Or with a plea. Or by screaming. Maybe all of them at once.

[irritatedirishfrog]

"𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐗"

— 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳

CONTENT: how some of the wind breaker boys would react if you told them that you wanted to get pregnant.

[ ᯓ Someone help me PLS! I can barely write. I'm pretty sure that if my lively hood was contingent on making enjoyable NSFW tings, I'd be a goner. This is probably as close as I'm getting to it, SO Y'ALL BE GRATEFUL! ᯓ ]

✓ requested by anon

✓ warning, poorly written work

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ SAKURA was flustered immediately, having no idea what to think. What did you mean you wanted a freaking baby? Like—a real one? The ones that stay in your stomach for nine months before getting an eviction notice? No, that couldn't be what you meant. Why would you ask that? And with him of all people? Were you blind? Have you seen him? He must have misheard you, his subconscious throwing him a curveball yet again.

It had to be that, it would make sense—especially given all the dreams his brain was forcing him to have recently and whatnot. It wouldn't be entirely surprising that the thought came to mind. But still, what?

"... Say that again?" He muttered, silently praying he wasn’t losing it.

"I want to have a baby with you."

His face twisted instantly in silent confusion, and you scowled in response. He looked like he might throw up, but really, he just felt exposed. The way you said that so casually—he wasn’t ready for it, it made him feel all hot. He wasn’t used to hearing words like that out loud. And, well, he had thought about it before. He just forced himself to brush it off as a stupid idea.

Hearing it come from you was shocking to say the least, and he'd rather not think about giving in like that.

“If you don’t like the idea, just say I’m talking out of my ass and we’ll drop it,” you huffed, eyes flicking back down to whatever game you were playing on your phone previously.

... Wait

... What?! What did you mean by that?! You can't just drop some crazy shit like that on his head and then tell him to choose! Were you insane?! What kind of emotional whiplash was that!?

"Huh!?" Sakura blurted, his face burning even redder. The reaction pulled a small smile from you, but you were already distracted again by your screen.

"It's okay."

"W—what's okay!?"

"If you don't want a baby," You chuckled. "I was only thinking about it."

And then it was quiet. The silence made Sakura’s chest tighten with anxiety. You looked unbothered—calm, like you didn’t even care about his response, despite clearly wanting one. But he still wasn’t entirely sure if this was real or just some weird prank.

Would you think he was weird if he said yes right away? If he let you know just how desperate he actually was to give you what you wanted?

He was always a sucker for you, after all. But it was worse than that—he’d quietly caught baby fever a long time before you. Ever since he saw you helping a little lost kid, gently guiding him back to his parents, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you as a mom. The only problem was... he wasn’t sure he’d make a good dad. Should he take it as a sign that you asked him for this first? He isn't sure.

“Why?”

“Hm? Why what?” you asked, glancing up from your phone.

“There… Well, th-there’s a chance that if we had a kid… it’d look a little bit like me, right?” Sakura mumbled, eyes dropping as he tried to hide how nervous he was. He shouldn't be like this, not in front of you.

“Would you really want a baby that kinda looks like a freak?”

You didn’t respond right away. Just blinked at him as he kept his eyes downcast.

You forgot sometimes—how much he struggled with that. The stares, the comments, all because of his differently colored hair and eyes. Traits that made him stand out, often in the worst ways. But you were pretty sure those same traits caught good attention, too. After all, he had friends. He had a place at Bofurin. And—he had you. A pretty girlfriend. Or, at least, you hoped he thought you were pretty.

“…Y’know,” you finally said, turning off your phone and standing up, “I wouldn’t be asking for a baby if I thought you were a freak.”

Sakura closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath to steady himself. He shouldn’t be feeling this weird about it. You asked a question—he should’ve just answered. It’s just… he really wanted a baby. But he was too self-conscious to admit it. Too unsure that he’d be good enough. He didn’t think he was even boyfriend material half the time—though you seemed delusional enough to believe he was.

“Honey,” you said gently, “look at me.”

His face burned at the sound of your voice. He barely cracked his eyes open before squeezing them shut again from embarrassment. You were standing in front of him now, your eyes intense enough to swallow him whole. Without a word, you reached out. Your hand touched his, then slowly intertwined your fingers with his.

That simple gesture sent a shiver through his entire body, but he didn’t hesitate to squeeze your hand back, tightly—like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I love you,” you breathed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “You know that, right? That’s why I asked. And I think you look perfect.”

“…I… I know. I—I love you too,” Sakura whispered, his voice barely audible.

But his blush had mostly faded now. That had to mean something. You weren’t sure what exactly—but there was something different about him now. A look of quiet determination had settled in his eyes, like he was suddenly planning something.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?” you asked, raising a brow as he stared past you, seemingly lost in thought.

“Nah… It’s nothing… I think.”

Nope. Definitely something.

But before you could press him on it, he suddenly grabbed your arm and kissed you. Hard. Maybe a little too hard. But enough for you to feel it deep in your chest—a rush of heat flooding through you. He understood what you meant earlier, and this was him answering, in his own, overwhelmed way.

“Do you want a baby right now?” he murmured against your lips, watching with interest as your eyes widened. His usual shy, fumbling self had vanished, replaced with this strange, intense confidence.

“You’d want one too? Really?”

“Yeah, I should be the one asking that. I still can’t believe you want one with me,” he scoffed, kissing you again before pulling away and reaching for his jacket. Though in your defense, you weren't used to him initiating any sort of physical touch either. Apparently it was your turn to get flustered. The blush had returned on his face after her saw yours, but it was softer now—a light, pink hue, no longer boiling red.

“But we’re not doing it here. Your place is less run-down.”

“Does it really matter where we try to have the baby?” you giggled—only to be cut off with another kiss as he grabbed you and tugged you toward the door.

“Hell yeah, it matters. I don’t wanna have a baby here. Now c’mon,” he muttered.

“You’re acting like the baby’s already in there, dummy,” you snickered, poking his cheek and making him flare up all over again. “Maybe I should bring this up more often, huh?”

“Sh-shut up,” he grumbled—but you didn’t miss the soft smile tugging at his lips as the two of you stepped out of his apartment together.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ SUO didn’t believe you at first—he just blinked at you like you were the one who was confused. To be fair, you were drunk. Not just a little tipsy either—scarily intoxicated. Honestly, he was impressed you were still conscious. Technically, it was your fault. But then again, could he really blame you?

"A baby?"

"Yeah! A small one, that's all cute and squishy." You grinned, your words mushing together as you mumbled out some other stuff. "And we can buy the baby a cute little eye patch to match with yours."

You probably didn’t expect your friend to drag you to the sketchiest part of town and then vanish. At least she had the decency to call him afterward, claiming she had to leave for a family emergency. Still, the fact that she left you behind in a place like this made Suo question her legitimacy as your friend.

And you—you hadn’t realized that some of the locals were trying to drug you. All it took was a glass of “expensive wine” that was really just beer spiked with a disturbingly unhealthy amount of sugar followed by all sorts of incapacitating drugs.

“Just to taste,” they’d said, “so a pretty girl like you can give us some advice on how to make the wine better.”

At least that's what the younger man had said had happened, Suo was quick to kick the leaders neck hard enough to knock him out.

You were a little naive, he knew that much. Soft-hearted. You turned into putty in someone’s hands the moment they made you feel special. Even though you were loyal to him, compliments from anyone still made you glow.

“Also, there was this lovely scarf I saw near here, but I didn’t have enough money to buy it!” you rambled, your voice dreamy and slurred, as if you hadn’t just tell him to get you pregnant in the middle of a crowded sidewalk.

Sweet, clueless thing. You were going to be mortified when you remembered all of this tomorrow. Suo, surprisingly, wasn’t embarrassed. He probably should’ve been, but he didn't feel like he was. This was a terrible place to wander around aimlessly, especially when you didn’t know what you were doing. He’d come fully prepared for a full on fight if anyone tried to stop him from retrieving you—so much so that he brought both Sakura and Nirei along for backup.

And now, those poor bastards had to stand there and listen to his girlfriend shamelessly ask him for a baby.

“Please don’t mind her,” Suo said, turning to his friends with a calm smile. “She’ll be fine once she gets some rest.”

"Seriously, what did she even drink?" Sakura muttered, face beet red as he stole another glance at you. “Was it just alcohol or pure ethanol?”

Sakura was clearly flustered by your drunken boldness. The way you’d said it had sounded almost romantic, which only made it worse. Meanwhile, Nirei was grinning like a kid at a comedy show, clearly finding the whole thing adorable.

“Hayato, take me home, please,” you whined, pulling away from his hand to wrap your arms around him in a hug. “I’m tired, I’m hungry, and my feet hurt!”

Suo just smiled gently, his voice calm and certain. “Don’t worry. We’re going home.”

He then adjusted his hold on you slightly, one arm steady around your waist as you leaned more of your weight into him, your head nestled lazily against his shoulder. You were heavy in that drunk, warm way that only made people more pliable. Almost like a sleeping cat.

"Anyway, we’ll leave you two to it. I don't think she needs an audience right now.” Nirei gave a two-fingered salute, still grinning ear to ear. “She’s wild when she isn't sober, man. It's funny, just know that we're praying for you.”

Suo nodded. “Thanks for coming. Get home safe.”

"Text us if you need backup!" Nirei added over his shoulder as he and Sakura started down the sidewalk.

Then for a moment, it was quiet. Just the two of you now, standing under the halo of a flickering streetlamp. You swayed slightly, then yawned like a baby bear, your grip on him tightening again.

“Home,” you mumbled. “I like our bed. It smells like you.”

His heart squeezed a little. Damn you. Even drunk off your mind, you somehow knew exactly how to say things that made it impossible for him to stay annoyed.

"Of course, princess."

You sighed against his shoulder. “Hayato,” you mumbled, almost too soft to hear. “Do you think the scarf’s still there?”

He glanced down at you, your hair sticking slightly to your forehead, your lips parted just enough to let the question float out like a drifting balloon.

“I’ll get you a scarf,” he promised. “Not from here though. A prettier one. And something warmer.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Make sure it’s bright. The woman at the fabric tent said that bright colors will look good on me.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I'll do that.”

You didn’t respond, just tightened your arms around him like you might dissolve if you let go. He didn’t rush you either. You'd trip once in a while over your own feet, muttering curses under your breath, but he'd catch you every time—making sure you were stable before continuing. He was a very patient person after all.

Suo looked down for a moment when you leaned more against him. You were still latched onto him like a human koala, your face smushed into his chest.

“Mmm...you feel like warm bread,” you murmured.

He snorted. “I feel like sweat and stress.”

“You always feel nice to me,” you mumbled, completely oblivious to how that sounded.

Suo shifted you a little to help you walk without tripping over your own feet. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get moving before you fall asleep standing up.”

You trudged beside him, holding onto his arm, your heels clicking unevenly against the pavement. Every few steps, you’d either hum something off-key or dramatically sigh, like a tragic heroine in a play.

"So, did you think about it?"

He blinked, looking down at you. “About what?”

“The baby thing.” You looked up with eyes too wide and honest for someone who could barely say the alphabet right now. “I think you’d be a good dad. You’re good at being kind to people and protecting me.”

Suo laughed—actually laughed, the sound low and rare. “That’s your criteria?”

“Mhm. You’re also nice to animals and you never forget to bring me snacks. So can we have a baby now?”

“You’re drunk, so no.”

“Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean it.” You whined, almost on the verge of tears already.

He sighed, but there was no irritation in it—just that soft kind of exhale people give when they know they’ve lost. Because he had been secretly thinking about it ever since you said it. They always say that a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, or something like that.

So, had you been thinking about this for a while then?

"So you have to promise me something then," You yawned. "When I'm not drunk anymore, that we'll have a baby."

"I have to?"

"Yeah! Pinky promise." You held up your hand, poking out your pinky finger for him.

Suo sighed, propping you up more against him as he got to the front of their house. Something in him wanted to agree, mostly due to the fact that you had riled him up. But even so, he had enough discipline to keep himself in check... You just looked so damn cute though.

Now he wanted a small baby that was all squishy and cute.

"I won't promise that," Suo started, grabbing your hand before kissing the back of it. "But I promise that when you're better in the morning, if you still want a baby, we'll make a baby."

"... Really?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind being a baby daddy." Suo kissed the top of your head. "I'd mean you'd stay with me, wouldn't it?"

"I'd stay with you anyway." You simply giggled, hugging him tighter and warming his heart.

"Alright, come on now. We need to get you to bed."

You giggled as he opened the door to your house and helped you in. “Hayatoooo… you love me, right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“You dooo!”

He sat you down on a stool in the hallway and a second later, shut the front door with a click. Though his smile lingered.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ NIREI felt his face grow warm, stumbling over his words as he tried to process what you’d just said. A baby? That had to be a joke—something ripped straight from a fever dream after getting his ass handed to him.

“Come again?” he blinked, bewildered.

“I want a baby.” You shrugged casually, your cheeks tinged pink, though your smile stayed bright. "Can we try now? Or should I wait until you're not busy?"

...Now?

Nirei flushed even deeper, his skin nearly as hot as the fiery yellow strands framing his cute, startled face. His hazel eyes widened—like a deer caught in headlights. Sure, he got flustered sometimes, but no one got under his skin the way you did.

“D-did you just say—?” he stammered, waving his hands like he could somehow cool the heat rising in his cheeks. “I don’t— I mean, I do want one, but—did you mean now? Like, right now? That’s—”

You cut him off with a soft smile, slipping your hand into his and stepping closer. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his blush bloom beneath your lips.

“Akihiko,” you whispered, using his name like a secret. As always, he gasped quietly at the sound of it. No matter how long you'd been together, he never quite got used to hearing his name from you.

“I want a baby with you,” you murmured.

You pressed another kiss, this time to the center of his brow, as your arms curled around him, pulling him closer—closer still.

Nirei took a steadying breath, like he was bracing for impact, then gently tugged you even tighter against him, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. The two of you both had acknowledged that in the future, you'd want a baby. However, you've both been kind of ignoring anything past that.

“I want a baby with you too,” he mumbled, “but... don’t you think it’ll make your parents angry? They don't really like me..."

He was about to say more, but you silenced him with another kiss.

You smiled against his skin, feeling the way he trembled slightly in your arms. You knew he worried too much, especially about your parents—but none of that mattered to you. Not when he looked at you like this. Not when his arms around you felt more like home than anything else. Your parent's were just gonna have to suck it.

“They’ll live,” you whispered. “I love you. That’s enough for me.. They don't get a say in this, they'll have to get over themselves.”

You bit back a laugh and leaned in, brushing your nose against his. “Unless you’re getting cold feet, Akihiko?"

He made a soft, scandalized noise. “N-no! I’m not— I would never—”

You grinned mischievously, tightening your hold around him like you might never let go. “Good. Because I was serious about starting now.”

Nirei swallowed hard, face practically glowing at this point. “You’re gonna be the death of me...” he muttered, but the way he smiled—nervous and so full of love—gave him away completely.

Nirei’s breath hitched, and for a second, he just stood there, soaking in the plan and ignoring the fact that your father might come after his throat. Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at you, searching your face like he was memorizing it, every little detail that made you you. His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your skin.

“I love you too,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “More than anything.”

You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling, and for a moment, neither of you said anything at all. The silence between you wasn't uncomfortable either, it felt right for some reason.

Then Nirei chuckled—a soft, nervous little sound. "I, um... I should probably take a shower first," he said, cheeks flushing again. "I kinda smell like I lost a fight to a brick wall."

You laughed quietly, threading your fingers through his hair. "Fine. But hurry up. I'm not changing my mind."

“I’ll be quick,” he promised, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before practically sprinting off, leaving you standing there, grinning like an idiot. And for the first time in a long while, he didn't look like he was frustrated with anything.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ UMEMIYA agreed immediately — almost too eagerly. He wasn’t even sure what came over him; something about the way you asked had him ready to jump at the chance. Unfortunately for you, any hope of keeping things low-key was dashed almost immediately. Despite your best efforts to keep the conversation quiet, Umemiya talked like one of those front desk clerks at the bank with the mini-microphones — just determined to announce your personal business to anyone within earshot.

"Hajime?! Shh!" you hissed, scrambling to cover his mouth with your hand. The two of you sat cramped together at a little table in Kotoha’s diner. It wasn’t packed by any means, but there were enough people lingering around — enough that even the tiniest bit of gossip would spread like wildfire. You could already hear it in your head: Baby out of wedlock? How irresponsible.

Umemiya whined against your hand, his eyebrows scrunching up like a kicked puppy before he pried your hand away — though he didn’t just move it; he laced his fingers through yours and held it there stubbornly.

"I don’t care if people hear," he said, voice loud enough to make you wince. "And you shouldn’t either! Everyone already knows we’re dating—"

"Dating and becoming parents are two completely different things, you moron!" you whisper-yelled, yanking your hand out of his with an exaggerated scowl. You were about two seconds away from socking him in the chest — not that it would do anything besides hurt your own hand.

Umemiya’s grip on your hand tightened, his voice softening in a way that you weren't expecting. He could be such a clown sometimes that you forgot just how serious and genuine he was as well.

"I mean it," he spoke, staring at you as if you were the only person in the world. "If it's with you... I don't care how hard it gets. I'll do anything. I want to start a family with you too."

You froze, heart tripping over itself at the sudden shift in mood. For a second, you didn’t know whether to throw a punch or start crying. But you could tell even now, that this would definitely be a topic of conversation in town. You didn't want that. This dumb ass is always embarrassing you, and yet you wanted to kiss him. Instead, you yanked your hand away again, harsher this time.

"You're such an idiot!" you snapped, pushing your chair back with a screech against the floor. Heads turned — of course they turned — but you were too flustered to care. Umemiya immediately stood up with you, confused and not having a clue what it was that suddenly irked you.

"I don't need you getting all dramatic about it! You don't even know what you're agreeing to!" you hissed, grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair before he could. Your chest felt too tight, and you didn’t know if it was anger, nervousness, or something else. Maybe all of it. Probably just love, love was always hard to understand.

"Wait, just hold on!" Umemiya gasped as he was about ready to try and hug you until you pushed him away, storming toward the door without a second glance.

The bell above the diner door jingled as you shoved it open and disappeared onto the street, leaving Umemiya standing there, looking like he had just been cursed out at in the middle of Kotoha’s diner.

Kotoha, who’d been wiping down the counter, didn't miss a beat. She sauntered over to his table, arms crossed, a knowing look on her face. This fighting man was crazy, he didn't understand his girlfriend at all.

"You," she said, flicking him in the forehead hard enough to make him wince, "are the dumbest person I've ever met. And I know at least three people who thought microwaving foil was a good idea, two of them being your friends."

Umemiya rubbed his forehead, practically sulking. "I didn’t mean to mess it up... I know she asked me to be here to talk to me, I just didn't realize that she felt having a kid was so serious." he muttered.

"Yeah, well, having a kid is serious and you did mess it up." Kotoha leaned on the back of a chair, staring him down. "You can't just throw around big words like that without thinking. You scared her off, dummy. Plus, you need to act more responsible, a baby can't have a baby."

"What do I do now?" He groaned, slumping against the wall, making a scene yet again in front of the few remaining customers left in the diner.

Kotoha simply shook her head before smirking, thank God almighty the two of them weren't actually related by blood.

"First? Get your sorry butt to the store and buy some chocolate. Good chocolate. Not that cheap gas station stuff either. Maybe get her a small flower bouquet too." She straightened up, pointing at the door like she was kicking him out. "Then, you’re gonna apologize. For being stupid. And for making a scene in my diner, by the way."

"Right. Chocolate. Apologize. Got it." Umemiya pushed the door open with a loud sigh, still not fully understanding, but taking Kotoha's words to heart.

Kotoha shook her head with a half-smile as he stumbled toward the door. Umemiya may never understand you fully, or not get on your nerves from time to time, but at the very least, he meant well.

"And make sure to smile after the fact," she muttered. "you're gonna need it."

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ KAJI thought this might be the first time he was truly at a loss for words. He wasn’t one to talk much anyway, but when he did speak, he usually had a way of getting straight to the point. Efficient. Sharp. But now, he was just staring at you—expressionless—rolling the lollipop in his mouth like it could somehow settle the nerves buzzing in his chest.

He had even taken off his headphones so he could hear you clearly. Now, he kind of wished he hadn’t.

A baby? What for? Why? Were you serious? That was stupid. No—he was stupid. Stupid for even being considered. He wasn’t the guy you chose to parent with. Absolutely not. He had anger issues—barely managed to control himself when it came to discipline. The only thing he really knew how to do well was fight, and that sure as hell didn’t seem like a skill worth passing on to a damn baby, at least not now.

He was so quiet—so unnervingly still—that you started to wonder if maybe he hadn't heard you. Honestly, that could’ve been the case. You did tend to talk lower than you meant to, a bad habit really.

"...D-Did you hear me?" you asked, voice cracking a little at the end.

"Yeah... But why?" Kaji asked flatly, pulling the lollipop from his mouth with a soft pop He unintentionally made you want to evaporate on the spot, his words too emotionless, almost mechanical.

"Oh! Uh, no reason, really. Um… shoot, sorry. Forget I said anything."

Shit. He didn’t mean to make it sound like he was judging you. He was just… caught off guard. He hadn’t realized that 'baby fever' was, like, actually a thing.

He scrambled to his feet too fast and nearly rolled his ankle trying to stop you from leaving, catching your wrist before you could walk out. He forgot sometimes that you were a bit sensitive—that it took a lot for you to speak your mind. But you trusted him enough to do it. That meant something.

"Sorry," he murmured. "That's not what I meant. I just meant... why now? I’ve never heard you bring up babies out of nowhere like that."

"U-uhm, well, I just, uh—" you stammered, face practically on fire. "I… it’s your fault."

"...My fault." Kaji blinked, eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what you meant. But whatever logic you were hiding behind didn't make any sense. Then he let out a short laugh at your completely serious tone, though it was more so out of confusion than him being amused.

"What did I do?" he asked, showing genuine bafflement. "How is it my fault?"

"I saw you hanging out with some toddler at the playground." you whispered, cheeks burning hotter and looking at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

For a second, Kaji just stared at you like you’d grown another head.

"Wait... You’re serious?"

"... Well, not anymore."

"You wanna have a kid because you saw me making funny faces at some toddler?" he asked, eyebrows lifting.

You flushed, trying to wiggle your wrist out of his grip, though he didn’t let go.

"Y-You weren’t just making faces! You were... you were good with them!" you protested. "You were patient and you weren’t even grumpy about it, and he really liked you!"

Kaji made a low sound in his throat—something between a scoff and a groan—and dragged a hand down his face.

"God," he muttered. "You have baby fever, a made up sickness by the way."

You gave a wounded squeak and tried to yank your hand free again, but he caught it easily, tugging you a little closer instead. Close enough that you could see the embarrassed pink creeping up his neck, just under his collar.

"You’ve been thinking about it this much just ‘cause of that?" he said, eyes flicking down to your lips for a second before snapping back up. His voice dropped lower, teasing, but still a little rough. "Should I be worried you’re already pickin’ out baby names or something?"

"N-No! I haven't thought that much about it yet!" you sputtered.

Okay, you had maybe thought of one or two, but you were absolutely not going to admit that now.

He grinned—smirked, actually—the kind of smile he only pulled when he knew he had you cornered.

"You sure?" he said, leaning in just enough to make your heart hammer painfully against your ribs. "You look guilty."

You slapped his chest half-heartedly, face burning hotter. "I am not guilty," you grumbled, trying to shove him away. He didn’t budge. If anything, he looked way too entertained by the whole thing.

For a moment, you thought he might keep teasing you forever. But then, Kaji’s grin faded a little. He looked down at you—really looked—and something in his expression softened. His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, almost absentminded.

"...If it’s you," he said quietly, "I don’t mind."

You blinked, stunned into silence.

"I’m not saying I know what the hell I’m doing," he went on, voice rough and a little unsure. "I’m not, like... dad material or anything. Probably wouldn’t win any awards."

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, glancing away.

"But if you want that… if you want me to do that with you…" He shrugged, like he was pretending it didn’t mean as much as it did. "Then yeah. I’ll try."

Your throat tightened. You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but the words caught. What were you supposed to say? Kaji made it sound like he'd practically give you the world if he could.

Kaji saw the way you struggled, and to save you the trouble, he leaned in and bumped his forehead against yours with a soft thud.

"Just... don’t start showing me tiny shoes and baby clothes yet," he muttered, barely hiding the laugh in his voice. "I need, like, a week to mentally prepare."

You snorted and shoved at him again, and this time, he let you. Mostly because he was grinning like an idiot the whole way, once again sucking on his lollipop but keeping his headphones off.

[thatlotuscookie]

Hi Hypno. I'd love a Natsu x Reader (Female) where he’s being overprotective and kind of clueless about why it’s embarrassing her in front of the guild, but it turns into this cute confession in the end and they start dating

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hihi! I hope you enjoyed this super cute and protective Natsu! I wanted to capture that fiery energy of his, but with a dash of sweet fluff. I'm also not too familiar with Fairy Tail, so apologies in advance. Thank you for the request<3

✧ Title: ✧ Overprotective Flames ✧ ✧ Characters: Natsu Dragneel x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humor ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: You asked Natsu to walk you to the guild hall, and what you got was an overprotective dragon slayer scaring everyone off. You didn't expect his actions to lead to a heartfelt confession, but maybe there’s more behind his behavior than you thought. ✧ Content/Tags: Overprotective Natsu, Fluff, Confession, Mutual Pining, Slight Embarrassment, Best Friends to Lovers, Guild Dynamics ✧ WC: 987 words // 5.5k chars

You were starting to regret asking Natsu to walk with you to the guild hall today.

What had started as a normal day had quickly turned into a public display of just how protective your best friend could be. The moment you two had stepped into the guild, Natsu had stuck to you like glue—literally hovering over your shoulder, making comments whenever anyone so much as glanced your way.

“Oi, Gajeel! What do you think you’re lookin’ at?” Natsu growled when the Iron Dragon Slayer walked by, offering you nothing more than a passing nod of acknowledgment.

“Relax, Flame Brain,” Gajeel grumbled, not even bothering to look back as he made his way to the bar. “Ain’t nobody interested in your girl.”

Your cheeks flamed at that. Your girl? Gajeel’s words stuck with you, even though you knew that wasn’t how Natsu saw you. At least, you thought he didn’t. He was just being… well, Natsu—fiercely protective over his friends. You knew that much about him.

Still, today felt different. Like maybe he was going a little overboard.

“U-Um, Natsu, it’s okay,” you whispered, trying to wave off his aggression with a nervous smile. “Gajeel wasn’t even—”

“Wasn’t what?” Natsu interrupted, turning to you with a serious expression. “He was lookin’ at you funny. You think I’m gonna let that slide?”

You sighed, feeling the familiar weight of eyes from across the guild hall. You could practically hear the others whispering amongst themselves, and it only made your face heat up more. Why was Natsu acting like this in front of everyone?

You loved him—liked him, you corrected yourself quickly—but this was just embarrassing. The last thing you needed was for the whole guild to think you were helpless and needed a dragon slayer to fight your battles for you.

“Lucy, help me out here,” you pleaded under your breath, shooting a desperate glance at the celestial mage sitting nearby. Lucy gave you a sympathetic smile, but she clearly wasn’t going to interfere. She probably thought it was cute.

Well, you didn’t.

“Oi, Gray, keep your shirt on and your eyes off her,” Natsu barked, his eyes flashing as Gray walked in your direction, hands in his pockets.

“I wasn’t even—” Gray began, but Natsu cut him off with a huff, stepping between the two of you.

“Yeah, well, you better not be,” Natsu snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Natsu, please,” you whispered, “you’re embarrassing me.”

Natsu blinked at you, his sharp gaze softening slightly. “What? Why?”

“Because…” you trailed off, biting your lip. How were you supposed to explain that everyone was staring, that your crush on him was already making it hard to breathe, and now he was drawing even more attention to the both of you?

Natsu frowned, his expression genuinely confused. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, (Y/N). You know I don’t want anyone messin’ with you.”

“I know that,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “But you don’t have to scare off everyone. They’re just our friends.”

He scratched his head, looking utterly clueless. “But I don’t want any of ‘em getting ideas. You’re too important to me for that.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words, and you glanced up at him, eyes wide. “I… I am?”

“‘Course you are,” Natsu said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His gaze softened again, a warm grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why else d’you think I’d be so protective? You’re… special.”

Your breath caught in your throat. There it was again—another hint that maybe he didn’t just see you as a friend. Maybe all this overprotectiveness wasn’t just about keeping you safe; maybe it was because he cared about you in a different way.

But you still weren’t sure, and the uncertainty gnawed at you. “Natsu,” you began cautiously, “are you being overprotective because… you like me?”

He stared at you for a moment, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head as he processed the question. Then, a slow, sheepish grin spread across his face. “I… yeah, I guess I am.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “R-Really?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I didn’t realize it at first, but I think… I’ve always liked you, (Y/N). I just didn’t know how to say it.”

You blinked at him in disbelief. Natsu Dragneel, the guy you had been crushing on for ages, liked you back?

Before you could respond, Natsu took a step closer, his expression serious but warm. “I don’t want anyone else even thinkin’ about you that way, y’know? You’re mine.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your face heat up all over again. “I… I’ve liked you for a while too, Natsu,” you admitted shyly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natsu’s eyes lit up, and his grin widened. “You do?”

You nodded, feeling a smile tug at your lips despite your embarrassment. “Yeah.”

Natsu’s expression softened, and before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, warm hug, pulling you against his chest. “That’s awesome, (Y/N),” he murmured into your hair. “I’m so glad.”

You laughed softly, your heart swelling with happiness as you hugged him back. “Me too.”

“Guess that means we’re dating now, huh?” Natsu said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes, his grin as wide as ever.

You blushed, but nodded. “I guess it does.”

Natsu’s smile turned even softer, and he leaned in, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your forehead. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not letting anyone else get close to you from now on.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling lighter than you had in days. “You’re still overprotective.”

“Damn right I am,” Natsu said proudly. “But now I’ve got a reason.”