#he is so delicate and gentle🥺

[levok]

Him <3

[suntoru]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “YOU… CAN’T WALK?” *ੈ✩‧₊˚

summary: after a night of… suspicious activities, you find that your body is rendered useless!! how does your boyfriend react??

feat. diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, childe, kazuha kaedehara, scaramouche, xiao, ayato, al-haitham, kaveh

a/n: blue balled </3

warnings: heavily suggestive however no explicit smut, minors get tf out /lh <33, innuendos, fluff, mentions of “girlie” in childe’s, basically after aftercare

─ ✰ DILUC is highkey embarrassed about not being able to resist his urges, so much so that you’re in pain because of him. he apologizes profusely and is so guilty that he hurt you 😭😭 you’ll have to reassure him that you’re alright, but that you just need some extra help getting around today or for the next week. he’ll be your majestic horse for as long as you need him to. need to go to the bathroom? he’ll carry you to and from, waiting for you to be done outside of the door. hungry? he’s already got adelinde cooking something up for you. thirsty? he just bought thirty different flavours of herbal tea. he treats all the love bites he’s given you and iced the bruises on your legs, looking up for your reaction each time. a friend of yours asked why your legs were so shaky and you couldn’t walk, and his face exploded into a bright shade of red, making it obvious that your… nighttime activities were the cause.

─ ✰ KAEYA’S your knight in shining armour, although sometimes you may want to smack his head. oh, he’ll help you alright, but at the cost of your dignity. he’s carrying you bridal-style in his arms, which may sound wholesome, but the things he’s whispering in your ear are clearly not. turning bright red, you nuzzle your head further in his chest to prevent him from looking at you. cute. he chuckles at your reaction, pressing a soft kiss to your head before gently placing you in the bath. the warm water helps your muscles relax more, easing up the tension from your legs. you sigh in relief, sinking further into the bathtub as he scrubs the soap out of your hair. you shiver when he blows over your hickeys, deliberately trying to rile you up. this time, you won’t give him what he wants, though. you flip over on your side, turning away from him with what little self-respect you have left. but it all leaves your body when he leans in closer. “easy there princess, being a brat is what got you here in the first place.”

─ ✰ CHILDE, quite like his name suggests, is a literal child. you thought kaeya was bad? well, this giant man baby wants you to flaunt off your hickeys and bruises to the whole world, he wants everyone to know you’re his and his alone. his teasing is x10000 times stronger than normal, he has no basic decency 💀💀 will make you ask for his help to inflate his ego, at this point just get up and leave </3 when you try to angrily glare at him, it comes off as more of a sad pout, so he caves and scoops you up in his arms like a kid. “aww, is my favourite baby coochie coo girlie okay? don’t worry, daddy’s here-” please smack the living shit out of him, if you don’t he’ll continue to baby and coo at you for the rest of the day. don’t even try to complain to him about the marks, he’ll just add more until he’s satisfied 😬 oh, and one last piece of advice? don’t let him see you in his shirt unless you’re looking to get wrecked (again), he’ll go absolutely feral.

─ ✰ KAZUHA, let’s be real, would be so soft and loving that you wouldn’t have any bruises and i stand this with my life 😤 but for the purpose of the plot, let’s pretend he did. out of everyone, he’s the most delicate with you. he’s so gentle and careful carrying you like you could break at any moment, whispering one of his poems quietly and humming underneath his breath. if you’re hungry, he makes his specialty dish, spoon feeds you everything, even tipping the water cup up so you can drink from it. he gives you so much love and reassurance it makes your heart absolutely melt 🥺🥺 he kisses each mark he made on your body, whispering “beautiful” each time :,) a tear slips by your eye, never has anyone treated you with such care before him. he wipes it away and pulls you close, making sure not to hurt you accidentally, and utters endless sweet nothings. in his eyes, you are a perfect creation, and he can’t thank the heavens enough that you are his. his muse, his love, forever <3.

─ ✰ SCARAMOUCHE, this bitch, thinks you’re being dramatic when you say in a scratchy voice that you can’t walk. he tells you to just get over it, and when you get pissed and try to walk away from him, your legs fail you and you brace yourself for the impact, but it never comes. his arms are hooked above yours, effectively saving you from crashing down and causing further damage. you angrily yank your arm back, telling him to leave, but he only pulls you up closer into his arms. he wraps your legs around his hips as he holds your waist, cursing something under his breath. he places you onto the couch as you turn away from him in a huff. “are you just going to ignore me?” silence. “fine. be like that then.” silence again. “…i’m …sorry. i didn’t mean it.” you turn back around, and he’s squatting on the ground with his head twisted so you can’t see his face. he moves away quickly, flustered by your gaze, and leaves the room for a minute. when he comes back, he’s holding some warm tea for your throat. needless to say, he pampers you for the rest of the day.

─ ✰ XIAO thinks you’re seriously ill when you almost tumble out of bed and land smack dab on the floor. you’ll have to explain to him why your legs aren’t exactly working, and when he does… flustered beyond relief. when he takes a closer look at you, he notices your body is full of love marks and bruises around your thighs. in the moment, he may have forgotten how fragile humans could be. he thinks he’s broken you, and he’s genuinely concerned for you 💀 you might have to direct him on how to help you, but once he gets the hang of it, he’ll do the best he can. unlike how he wields his spear, he’s delicate and graceful. he might be rough around the edges, but he’s trying, and you don’t have the heart to tell him that you don’t need him to carry you for the rest of your life, not when he cocks his head and looks at you questioningly when you don’t climb on his back. as an apology for temporarily immobilizing you, he brings you a qingxing flower and shares his almond tofu with you. honestly, what more could you ask for 😻?

─ ✰ AYATO is actual husband material <33 he’s already prepared for this for some reason 🤨 as soon as you wake up, any punishments you may have received have been treated and wrapped up carefully. a fresh pitcher of water is there for you, and by the looks of it, a bath is running. but none of it interests you if ayato isn’t there with you. carefully, with the help of thoma, you are able to wobble to the room ayato is in, concentrated on his paperwork. hobbling towards him, he pushes his chair back so you can sit on his lap. pressing a kiss to your cheek, he brushes the hair out of your face, “darling, you should be resting. i ran a bath for you, is everything okay? are you sore anywhere?” “can you come join me? please?” you beg, putting on the cutest pout you can manage. “if you can wait ten minutes until i’m done.” internally, you sigh, but you patiently sit on his lap and wait until he’s finished. ah, but don’t worry, the reward is definitely worth it. he kneads through all the sore spots, applies all your skincare, and changes your clothes. later, you do matching face masks 💗

─ ✰ AL-HAITHAM was probably prepared for this, he read hundreds of books about human reproduction 💀 he notes all the side effects you seem to have: a scratchy throat, unstable legs, exhaustion… he saves it for the next time you have… physical activities. he remembers an article he read on how to take care of your significant other after intercourse, and follows that. he makes homemade soup to soothe your throat, which he watches over you as you drink. he also forces you to take naps, he’ll read “the control politicians have over our daily lives” just to make you fall asleep. he’ll get your groceries, take out your trash, and do your work so you can focus on relaxing, all with a stoic face. if anyone asks him where you are, he’ll just give an obvious lie with a straight face 💀💀 “y/n is out collecting a census right now.” “but they told me they were sick?” normally his lies are flawless, but when it’s about you… his mind doesn’t function properly. but if you absolutely need to get somewhere, you’re going to have to ask him. last time, he locked kaveh out of the dorm for 48 hours for helping you get a book from the library because he fell asleep 💀

─ ✰ KAVEH’S face is the first thing you see when you wake up. jumpscare warning sir he’s hovering over you, observing your face. immediately after he sees that you are awake comes the barrage of questions. “my love, are you all right? i wasn’t too rough, was i?” he’s such a simp i could never see him being rough he dramatically gasps when he sees your shaky legs, pretending to be shocked, but he’s slightly happy that this means you’ll have to cling onto him for the whole day. but oh my, both of you still have work!! whatever shall you do? it seems like the only solution is for him to take you everywhere… he proudly parades you around the akademiya, much to the embarrassment of you. but there’s nothing you can really do, not when you can’t run away, so you bury your head in his back to avoid the judging gazes of the other scholars. kaveh shoots a smug grin to an uncaring al haitham, who probably knows and heard everything from last night💀💀

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[donatellawritings]

Sorry if this isn’t a good prompt, I’m just curious to know how Rafe and sweetheart!reader would spend a normal day together? Like he doesn’t have anything to do that day and neither do you, so you’re just spending the day together. The domesticity of it all is so 🥺

this is actually adorable!

sundays were the one day out of the week that rafe designated to be solely dedicated to the two of you spending quality time together and making sure that everything within the tannyhill residence was up to par, prior to the upcoming weekdays. so, the two of you usually slept in, the bright north carolina sun seeping through your powder white drapes as you stirred awake. all squinty-eyed and half-asleep, your naked body sprawled out as you moaned with your morning stretch.

swinging a leg over the side of rafe’s waist, you press your puffy lips to his stubbly jaw, earning a stubborn groan from your sleepy man, “you can stay here, papi — i just need to do some laundry and make breakfast, tienes hambre?” you coo softly, your acrylic nails gently scraping at rafe’s scalp as he lowers his head to your chest, nodding against your skin.

“thank y’baby,” rafe mumbles, his voice hoarse and raspy from his drowsy state as he lazily cups a gentle hand around the plush fat of your ass, kneading the skin for a brief moment, before laying a light, yet stinging slap to the skin.

throwing your head back, you let out a held back moan, your tangled hair falling down your exposed shoulder blades, “nooo, m’still sore from last night,” you whine with a breathy laugh, playfully rolling your eyes as rafe jiggles the soft skin, whilst peppering kisses against the skin of your neck, “papi, c’mon — necesito limpiar la casa,” you reach down, your delicate hand gently raising rafe’s busy head from your chest.

forcing a pout on your plump lips, you watch as rafe swats the side of your thigh, clearing his throat, “a’ight, y’can clean, i’ll make us breakfast, yeah?” he rasps, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the diamond encrusted ‘R’ pendant that hung from your dainty chain.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

after about twenty more minutes of getting lost in a wet and noisy kiss, you and rafe decided it would be a smart idea to shower together.

“shit, baby — keep fuckin’ y’self on my dick,” rafe groans, the steamy and dewy shower raining down his face, both of his hands fisted in your hair as you throw your hips back against his, the palms of your hands and side of your face pressed against the fogged up glass shower door.

stretching your swollen lips into a lopsided smile, you continue to roll your hips, soft moans leaving your sore throat as rafe’s slippery hand slides around your throat, swiftly pulling you flush against his chest.

meeting the fat of your ass with quick thrusts, rafe tightens his hold on your hair, catching your parted lips in a swallowing kiss, “gonna get y’pregnant — i fuckin’ swear,” he huffs, sending a sharp slap to the wet skin of your ass, earning a pained mewl from you, “y’want me to make you a mommy, yeah?” rafe questions, his bright blues hung low as you nod, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder.

“y-yes, i want it, papi,” you cry out, your smaller frame jutting forward with each thrust that clapped against your poked out ass.

the moment rafe filled you with his cum for the second time within the last 24 hours, you became so cum-drunk that the thought of rafe fucking his kid into you, just didn’t seem all that bad. and shit, if rafe was being completely honest — his goal was to have you knocked up by the end of the year and donning his last name in the new year.

remaining inside of you, rafe releases your hair from his grip as he leans against the tiled shower wall, sliding his hands up and down your spine, a knowing smile tugging on his handsome mouth, “m’gonna keep it in for a bit, okay?” he decides.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

the remaining duration of your morning and part of your afternoon was spent in the sunny backyard of tannyhill, your wet and now curly hair pinned up with a kitsch hair clip, your bronze body now adorned by a silk crème colored nightgown. you laid between rafe’s spread legs, the two of you reclined in the lounger, popping random chunks of assorted fruit into your mouths as rafe laid a soft hand atop of your tummy.

letting out a sigh of content, you steal a quick glance at your empty ring finger, before staring down at your stomach, “papi … d’you think that i’ll be a good mommy — a good wife, one day?” you ask sweetly.

“i don’t see why not, y’already such a good girl for me, yeah? i think y’will be the best mommy and the best wife, mama,”

“you really think so?”

“f’course, sweetie — all i need now is y’walkin around all moody with a biiiig belly,” rafe confirms, pressing his lips to the top of your head, rubbing small circles over your stomach, “now, we jus’ gotta keep practicing til’ you’re all full, okay?”

placing your hand on top of rafe’s you fiddle with his gold signet ring, “okay,” you smile, your doe eyes sparkling with hope that maybe, just maybe there would be a little baby in your stomach.

[hitomisuzuya]

hii its my first time requesting i hope its okay..!

can i request a soft first time fic with scara? aa thank you for your writing..! it always makes me feel giddy hehe

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Soft smut. Soft Scara. Loss of virginity. Fingering.

Thank you very much for you kind words🥺 Sorry this took so long.

Scaramouche did his best to make sure his room had a very comfortable atmosphere. The black lights in his room where put on a soothing hue, scented candles lit in various places. He knew you would be feeling quite frankly scared, and vulnerable since it was your first time having sex. He wants to put your mind at ease, and take your mind off that vulnerability as much as he could.

He couldn't lie and say he wasn't nervous himself. You look so fragile and delicate laying sprawled out underneath him, blushing darker with every article of clothing to gently removed and discarded on the floor.

You looked away from him shyly as he took off your panties. "Your shyness is adorable," Scaramouche chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss you as he started to settle himself over you, "Don't worry," He soothed, giving you another light kiss that made your heart flutter, "Just relax, and let me take care of everything," His hand caressed your cheek.

You turned your cheek into his hand, and nodded. "I trust you," You said softly, and in that moment he fell in love with you more. Someone like you was willing to put all of your trust into the likes of him.

Letting out a shaky breath, Scaramouche was eager to get started. He trailed soft kisses down your neck to your collar bone, his hands trailing up and down your body. He had a roadmap to lay out now, being as inexperienced as you are, you were going to sensitive to intimate touch.

He would commit every part that made you shiver and softly moan to memory. No promises that he wouldn't get carried away exploiting them when he could be more rough with you.

But a rough hand was not what this situation called for.

His thumbs skimmed featherlight across your nipples, smiling a little feeling your body start to relax in the pleasureable tingles that was making wet gather between your legs. Shifting restlessly on the bed, you moved it into his touches.

This was nothing but encouraging to Scaramouche. The pads of his fingers folded around your nipples, lightly pinching and rolling the sensitive nub. That keened the sweetest moans from you, rising in octave as he increased the stimulation.

In a knee jerk reaction to the pleasure, your hips jerked up to grind against his hardening cock. He groaned feeling feeling how wet his ministrations were making you. "Easy, kitten," He teased, your small shy squeak made his cock pulse with the need to take you now, "Let me take my time," He needed to say that for his benefit as well.

Did you even realize how intoxicating you were?

It sent him reeling how needily you grinded on his cock again, whimpering just as needily as he flicked his tongue around your now hardened nipple. The sensation of his tongue sent shocks of pleasure to your swelling clit.

Every touch and stroke from his capable hands made your body ache for him. Your arms wound around his neck, your shaking hand finding the back of his head to press his mouth onto your breast. You really are winding him up now as well, so much so that had to remind himself to be gentle with you.

The way you were starting to write underneath him, moaning and pressing your body up against his, grinding your puffy pussy against his cock in any way you could was making his self control start to crack.

Scaramouche's growl sounded a little frustrated for a moment, his hand trailing down your thigh. He swallowed your shy moan with his mouth, kissing you slowly and passionately as his fingers dipped between your folds. He took his time stroking and rubbing your clit, devouring your mouth with his tongue and soaking his fingers in your arousal.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you," He cooed, hearing you cry out softly in brief pain as he pushed a finger inside of you. He needed to prepare you. Your body was tense as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. He waited until your body relaxed again before pushing a second finger in.

Each delicious rub of his fingers as he gently scissored your walls apart shocked you. Your hips bucked into his fingers, you mewled in bliss as he increased his pace. His fingers curling and hooking into your sweet spot made your further spiral into the depths of pleasure.

Your walls clamped tight around his fingers, your back arching as your arms tightened around him. He scooped your nipple into his mouth to suck on, groaning as he felt you clench tighter on his fingers. You were almost there, on the cusps of being ready to take his cock inside of you for the first time.

His cock pulsed harder with excitement.

The look in your eyes, half lidded and already drunk looking with bliss said you were ready. That was the moment he was waiting for. "Give me your hands," He said, giving you a lingering kiss on the lips.

You took your arms from around him. Taking your hands, Scaramouche intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hands in reassurance as he pinned them down onto his bed.

"Please, I want you so badly," You could barely even think, you were only focused on him. He squeezed your hands again, adjusting himself so that his cock lined up with your drooling entrance.

Slowly, Scaramouche pushed his cock inside of you. Your eyes widened in shock a little, your body tightening in pain again. Letting go of one of your hands, he reached down to rub your clit to help you relax.

"Feels good," You moaned softly, rolling your hips up to help draw his cock inside of you. A sure sign that you were no longer in pain. You kissed him with urgency, urgency that made him bottom out faster than he was meaning to.

You cried out in pleasure as the head of his cock nudged abruptly into your sweet spot. To make up for somewhat harshly bottoming out, his hips rocked slowly, giving you time to adjust before he started thrusting.

"So warm," He moaned, quivering with pleasure as your hips rocked up to meet up him halfway in his thrust, "so tight," He stole your moans up with his mouth, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He bit at your lower lip, "so fucking perfect."

His husky moans mingled with yours, swept up in the pleasure of having you clench so tightly around his cock for the first time. Being as sensitive as you are, it didn't take long for you to cum shaking on the cock.

"Can I cum inside?" You swore you thought you heard a soft whimper tinged in his voice. He only fell in love with you more when you nodded, placing a tender kiss on your lips.

[fumikoshi]

More gojoxstudent please please pleaseee🥺

fumi: Of course, honey 😎

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?

✧ — SUMMARY; You told to your beloved Sensei to fuck you rougher during sex.

✧ — CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! student reader, size kink, age gap, everyone is of legal age, teacher x student

''Don't be gentle with me, sensei—I like it when you're rough."

Gojo's smirk widens at your words, his eyes gleaming with a sudden intensity behind his blindfold. He had been taking his time, exploring your body with a slow, deliberate pace, but your words ignite something within him, a primal urge to dominate and claim.

"Rough, huh~?" he growls, his voice dropping an octave, "You want me to treat you like my personal plaything, Y/N-chan~?"

Before you can respond, he grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, leaving little crescent moons. He pulls you flush against him, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. Your gasp is music to his ears, spurring him on.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, "You like it when I take control, when I fuck you like you're mine."

His movements become more aggressive, each thrust punctuated by a grunt, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He can feel your body responding, your breathing becoming ragged, your nails digging into his back.

"Yes, sensei-Ah~" you pant, your voice barely audible, "More... give me more~"

Satoru Gojo's grin turns wolfish at your plea, his grip on your hips tightening even further. He lifts you up slightly, changing the angle, and slams into you, hard. A cry escapes your lips, a sound caught between pleasure and pain, fueling the fire within him.

"Like that, you little minx?" he growls, his voice laced with dominance, "You want me to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight tomorrow?"

He doesn't wait for your response, instead, he picks up the pace, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine. Each thrust is powerful, each withdrawal slow and torturous, designed to drive you wild. He can feel your body clenching around him, your breaths coming in short gasps, your skin flushed with heat.

"S-Sensei... I-I..." you stammer, your words lost in the haze of pleasure, "I'm... I'm close..."

 his thrusts slowing down, becoming teasing, maddening. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"Beg for it, Y/N" he whispers, his voice low and commanding, "Beg for me to make you come."

Your body arches into his, seeking more friction, more pressure, but he denies you, pulling back slightly. You can't help but whimper at the loss, your fingers clawing at his back, trying to pull him closer.

"Please, sensei..." you pant, your voice barely above a whisper, "I need... I need to come..."

He chuckles darkly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine, "That's not begging, little girl. Try again."

Your breath hitches, your body tensing as he grinds against you, hitting that sweet spot inside you. You let out a moan, a sound of pure desperation, "Please, sensei... Please let me come... I'll do anything... Anything you ask..."

He hums, a sound of approval, his thrusts picking up speed once again, "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction, "Now come for me, sweetie. Come all over my cock."

And just like that, you're pushed over the edge, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Gojo watches you come undone with a smug satisfaction, his own body tightening with the need for release.

He slows his thrusts, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, his hands roaming your delicate, petite body, pinching and teasing your sensitive nipples, tracing patterns on your skin. You're a mess of whimpers and moans, your body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Look at you~" he murmurs, his voice filled with amusement, "All boneless and pliant. I could do anything to you right now, couldn't I ~?"

You nod weakly, your eyes fluttering closed, "sensei..."

He chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, "Open your eyes, baby~. I want you to watch me fuck you."

Your eyes slowly open, meeting his intense gaze. He smiles, a slow, predatory smile, and begins to move again, his thrusts deep and powerful. He watches you closely, his eyes never leaving yours, as he brings you back to the edge.

"You feel so good, little girl...~" he groans, his voice tight with restraint, "So fucking good. I could do this forever."

His words send a thrill through you, your body responding to his claim. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

You're so close, teetering on the edge, your body aching for release.

"Come on, Y/N-chaan~" Satoru Gojo encourages, his voice a low growl, "Give me another one. Come all over your sensei's cock again."

His words push you over the edge, your body convulsing as you come undone once more. He swallows your cries with a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting, claiming.

As your orgasm subsides, you feel him tense, his body stiffening as he finds his own release. He pulls back, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression intense as he fills you with his seed.

For a moment, neither of you moves, both lost in the aftermath of your shared pleasure. Then, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, a rare moment of tenderness amidst the storm of passion.

"There's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice soft, "You took me so well, Y/N-chan~."

He pulls out of you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You wince slightly at the sensation, your body sensitive and sore from their vigorous lovemaking. His semen was oozing out of your pussy

He smirks, a hint of his usual arrogance returning, "You'll be feeling me for days, Y/N. Don't forget who owns this delicate body now."

You roll your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips, "Is that so, sensei? And who will remind me of that fact every time I take a step, hmm?"

He laughs, a rich, warm sound that makes your heart flutter, "Oh, I'll make sure to remind you, Y/N-chan. Every. Single. Time."

[sansaorgana]

Oh my God, would you write a little something about their little daughter/son or (twins?) walking in on reader and Buck? Pretty please? 😅🫠

hi, sugar! 🍬 thank you for your request, it's such a cute idea. 🥺 I love imagining Buck as a husband and a father and all these domestic things. 🏡

I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

You hadn’t been intimate with your husband for a long while now. Taking care of energetic twin preschoolers was taking up most of your time and even when you happened to have free time at the end of the day, you were often too tired to start anything. Which was a misfortune because you wanted at least one more child with Buck. You dreaded the day your son and daughter would go to school – you wanted to be busy with another little baby in the meantime.

You gave it a try tonight because after a long day spent in the park, running around the playground, your twins had fallen asleep very quickly. So, there you were, laying under your husband’s warm and strong body, with your thighs around his waist pushing him deeper and deeper as your back arched and his full lips were muffling your soft moans with a kiss. Your hands were squeezing his biceps as his were cupping your face; the rhythm of his hips was steady but not too fast and not too rough. Buck Cleven was not the type to fuck. He was making love to you.

After a few weeks of no intimacy at all, you could feel your release coming very fast and you only hoped you’d have more than one round on that night. So lost in pleasure and chasing the high, enamoured by your husband’s flushed cheeks, a single golden hair strand falling down on his forehead and his beautiful blue eyes staring at you lovingly whenever he’d break the passionate kiss to catch a breath… you simply didn’t hear the noise in the corridor.

“Mummy, daddy…!” Your little girl’s whine interrupted you as she pushed the door open without knocking. Her twin brother followed and you froze with widened eyes as you panicked.

But Buck never panicked. That man was always calm and always knew what to do, it was impressive. No matter what the situation was, his calmness was working miracles to make you feel safe and taken care of. He made sure that you were both covered with the blanket and turned around to look at your children.

“Minnie, I’ve been telling you to always knock,” Buck scolded her gently. Her lower lip trembled as she squeezed tighter the teddy bear she was holding.

“But daddy, Bobby is mean to me! He says there is a monster under my bed…” She was on the verge of tears.

“I really saw him!” Bobby denied the accusations. “I wasn’t trying to scare her! There is a monster under her bed.”

“Funny!” Minnie faced him. “Why under mine and not yours then?”

You took a deep breath in and sighed. They were only children and it was difficult to be angry at them for this but you weren’t pleased either.

“And what are you doing?” Bobby squinted his eyes at his parents.

“We… We are talking,” Buck answered awkwardly, his cheeks flushing even more. However, your little boy didn’t seem to be convinced. “And cuddling,” Buck added quickly so the answer was more believable.

“Why are you naked?” Minnie asked and you furrowed your brows at her.

“How do you know?” You asked and she pointed at your nightgown on the floor. “Well, it’s hot here,” you quickly made up an excuse and rubbed your sweaty forehead. “Go back to sleep, darlings, there are no monsters under any bed in this house. Monsters are too scared of daddy,” you tried to make them go away as quickly as possible.

“Then daddy should inspect,” Bobby crossed his hands.

You looked up at Buck’s face and he sighed with a gentle smile. He was a big softie for his children and that was one of the reasons why you loved him so much. He moved away delicately, making sure you were still both covered with a blanket.

“Can you hand me that, love?” You pointed at your nightgown and your daughter picked it up to give it to you. You put it on over your head and let it fall down, allowing Buck to take more of the blanket for himself. He left the bed with it around his waist as if it was a towel and he picked up his own underwear from the carpet.

“I’ll go and inspect in a moment, “ he winked at Bobby and went to the bathroom.

When he left the bed with the blanket, you spotted your panties scattered somewhere down the mattress. You quickly grabbed them before the kids could notice and you turned your back on them on the edge of the bed to put them back on.

When you were completely dressed up again, you spotted that Minnie was already in the middle of your bed, laying her head on your pillow and cuddling her teddy bear.

“What are you doing, Minnie?” You asked her and caressed her hair.

“I want to sleep here tonight,” she gave you puppy eyes.

“But daddy will go there and show you that there are no monsters,” you assured her.

Gale left the bathroom at that very moment, already in his pyjamas. He carefully put the blanket over you and Minnie as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

“You coming with me, young man?” He asked Bobby and the boy nodded, feeling important as he followed his father out of the bedroom.

Minnie moved closer to you and put her tiny arms around your waist. You sighed and kissed the top of her head with a smile. You already knew there would be no way you’d go back to your lovemaking tonight. Minnie was starting to doze off in your arms and you watched her sweet angel face lovingly. 

Buck and Bobby came back to your bedroom. Your husband had a playful smile on his lips and your heart skipped a beat at the sight. He was so adorable, you were so happy to be his wife.

“There are no monsters under the bed,” Gale ruffled his son’s hair as he stated. Then he raised an eyebrow at half-asleep Minnie.

“I guess she stays here tonight,” you whispered.

“Me too, then!” Bobby jumped inside the bed and laid beside his sister.

Minnie turned around and clinged to him adorably. Buck joined you all in bed and adjusted the blanket over you.

“You okay, baby?” He asked as he caressed your cheek.

“Yeah,” you nodded. The heat was long gone now, you were mostly sleepy. “And you, sweetheart?”

“Perfectly fine,” Buck assured you. He turned off the light on the bedside table and put his arm around his wife and babies, curled up together between their parents as they fell asleep; feeling safe and loved. Like you always wanted them to feel. It was the most important thing in the world for you.

When you woke up, the bed was already empty. You rubbed your eyes and glanced at the clock. It was nine already and you wondered how it was possible that you had been allowed to sleep for so long and no one had been trying to wake you up to prepare breakfast. The mystery was solved soon enough when Buck entered the bedroom quietly. He was still wearing pyjamas as well.

“Oh, you’re awake now,” he pointed out as he got under the blanket to greet you with a kiss. “You were sleeping so peacefully. I made them breakfast and now they’re watching the kids’ program on TV. That gives us about half an hour,” he pointed out in a whisper as he smirked.

“You’re so needy, Major Cleven,” you giggled and cupped his face.

“I’m starving, Mrs. Cleven,” he admitted before peppering your face with tiny sweet kisses. Once he was done, he focused on your exposed neck as his hips lowered down and you felt his erection between your legs already.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, you lifted yourself up and joined your lips together in a heated kiss as you got rid of each other’s clothes. You knew that you had no time to waste if you wanted to finally get the job done.

When you were both naked, hands wandering all around each other’s bodies while kissing and shushing each other, Gale pushed you down softly and positioned himself above you with his elbows on both sides of your head as you raised your thighs to put them around his waist and impatiently guide him inside you. He pressed his forehead to yours with a hiss at the feeling of your warm, wet and pulsating pussy. 

Your back arched as you threw your head back, exposing your neck even further for your husband’s sweet and needy kisses as his hips thrusted into you firmly, hitting all the right spots with military precision.

Just like on the night before, it didn’t take long for you to feel the reaching peak overtaking you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gasped and dug your fingernails in his shoulders. Buck grunted softly and picked up his pace.

You came with a soft moan and he joined your lips together quickly to muffle the sounds leaving your mouth. He needed a few more chaotic thrusts before spilling himself inside of you as his eyes shut close and his sweaty forehead pressed to yours.

“God, finally,” you sighed with a chuckle and he smirked. You raised your hands to caress the scars on his cheeks gently.

“You better find them a nanny for the weekend,” he rubbed your nose with his, “because I don’t want you out of this bed for hours, Mrs. Cleven.”

You giggled like a schoolgirl at his words.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you nodded.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[wonuwonder]

can i request something cute and full of kisses while cuddling with seokmin on the couch please and thank you 🥹

an: your mind anon>> i was literally thinking about posting a drabble about cuddly seokmin🥺 tysm for requesting!! hope this isn’t too short or cheesy😭

content: pure fluff, fem reader x seokmin, established relationship, just cuddling and snuggling with seokmin, clingy baby just wants to kiss you and hold you. 0.8k words

cuddles & kisses - lee seokmin

you were laying on the couch reading a book with the tv on at the back keeping you company, it was a quiet evening, you hadn’t done much the whole day, just ran errands with your boyfriend Seokmin, walked in the park for a bit and got home quickly before it started to rain.

“hey whatcha doing?” he asks cutely, entering the living room, he gets close to the couch and grabs your book, making you look up at him, he puts the bookmarker in place and closes it “i want cuddles, i’m cold” he whines, pouting.

you open up the blanket and gesture for him to join you at the couch, he lays in between your legs, his back facing the ceiling, resting his head in your chest, he scoots closer to you as you start playing with his hair, while he caresses the sides of your tummy under your t-shirt. he hums everytime you pull his hair, he loved it.

“i missed this min” you say softly, hugging him tightly and kiss the tip of his nose “you spend so much time overseas or with your tight schedules these days, it feels like we don’t have time to enjoy each other’s presence” he looks up at you and pouts at your confession, he brushes the hair out of your face and stares at you delicately, his tired brown eyes glistening with adoration, he’s about to start speaking but you cut him off before he can start, “and i’m not blaming you or complaining, I know it doesn’t depend on you, and that you’re doing your best, i just” —you sigh “wanted to tell you how i felt i guess”

he tugs you against him, turning you and him to your sides, so you can stare at him and lay before each other on the couch. he places his hand on your cheek and brushes his thumb against your skin, you close your eyes enjoying the feeling. he reaches for you, and kisses you softly, taking his time to taste your lips, when he pulls back, he grabs your waist and scoots you closer to him, snuggling you.

“i missed this too, so much” he confesses, and looks at you with tired eyes “i wish we could be together all the time” your faces were so close together you could see your reflection in his big dark eyes, the intimacy felt so comfortable, you wish you would never have to separate.

you lean closer and brush your lips against his, and then close the tiny gap between you both, capturing your lips again, he presses his against yours harder, and you deepend the kiss by parting your lips for his tongue to get in, but still being soft and gentle with the way your lips move against each other. when he pulls back slowly after a while of just enjoying each other’s kisses, he leaves a little peck on your lips before hiding his head in your neck, hugging you tightly.

he leaves wet kisses all over your neck making you tickle, as you scratch his back softly under his t-shirt, he hums at every scratch and caresses your tummy, he finds your belly button and fiddles with it, making you laugh, he leans closer again and starts kissing you once again, this time more chaotically, as he was laughing against your lips, leaving peck kisses all over your face “I-“ he starts, and kisses your nose, “love” another kiss, on your cheek “you” he ends with a kiss on your lips, pressing his lips tightly, pulling back with the biggest smile on his face. you grab his cheek and reply “i love you too”.

you cuddle and kiss for hours, stopping only to look at each other like idiots “your lips have gone all red” you tell him, caressing his big plump lips with your thumb, he bites it softly, making you both laugh, “i canbg’t geth engbough of youlr lips” he says struggling to talk with your thumb between his teeth, you both laugh until your stomachs hurt at his jokes, like always.

you spend the whole evening like that, enjoying each other cuddles, snuggling and hiding on each others bodies, talking about anything and everything, cherishing every little moment in each other’s company.

you fall asleep before seokmin does, lying on his big chest, he takes his time admiring every bit of your face, counting every freckle and every mole on your skin, trying to remember all your details. he eventually falls asleep too, hugging you from behind, locking his arms around your waist, thinking to himself, how lucky he was to be with you.

[konigsblog]

Highland cow!hybrid reader getting bullied and teased by the bulls that soap has no choice but to keep you in the house not even the barn !! You're just little and delicate there's no way you could stand up for yourself 🥺 - ✨

farmer-soap feels so much pity and sympathy for his poor, poor little highland cow. :( seeing you shaking and sniffing as the other cow hybrids tease and taunt you, trying to get into your cotton panties...

you're so quiet and refuse to speak up for yourself. it worries poor johnny, who'll coddle and coo at you for not defending yourself!! he'll rub your pussy to soothe you, wiping your tears that run down your soft cheeks, and your thighs quickly become slicken at his gentleness. you whimper and nuzzle into his chest for comfort, hiding in his blankets out of fear sometimes...

you're scared he'll put you out there again - with the harsh and brutal bulls - but, johnny prefers keeping you inside with him, where he can easily toy with your pussy and rub your clit when you're crying to him! :3

[strongheartneteyam]

I get so high every time you're loving me.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x curvy!female!reader

CW: oral sex (female receiving), gentle neteyam, praising kink, needy reader, established relationship, fluff, domestic life, neteyam yearning for reader, possessive neteyam, use of "babygirl", dirty talk

Reason 19576898 of why being Neteyam's mate would fix all my problems: the fact that he would do this. 🥵🥺❤

na'vi words: yawntutsyìp (little loved one), muntxate (female mate), paskalin (sweet berry)

not proofread, I'm sorry. I'm shleepy as hell and I'll probably do it tomorrow.

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"My babygirl, always waiting for me when I come home, waiting for me to fill her up with my cock and spill my seed inside her pretty little pussy." Neteyam cooed to you

You gazed at him with bewitched eyes. He owned all of you.

"Every time I see you I get weak. Every time I see your cute, round face I feel such tenderness inside me… You make me soft for you, yawntutsyìp. I love you so much. My perfect little mate." He said between a kiss and another "So good for me."

“Teyam…” a cute whisper left your rosy lips

“Hmm?” He tenderly asked

“I miss your tongue on my pussy… it's been a while since you last ate me out… you've been too busy. I hate it.” You almost pouted and his heart got filled with affection and yearning for you

“Awww, yawntutsyìp… Do you need your mate to suck and lick your little pussy?”

“Yes… please…” You begged him with doe needy eyes

“Then I'll do as you say. My muntxate deserves nothing but the best.” Neteyam smiled through the words

His strong hands pushed your shoulders towards the mat gently, helping you lay down comfortably.

Neteyam cared about you feeling comfortable more than he cared about himself feeling the same. You were everything to your mate.

He opened your legs, brushed his fingers on your inner thighs and then left little delicate kisses on them. Your heart beat fast and your breath was shallow with anticipation.

“Love these soft thick thighs. They're mine.” Neteyam gripped your flesh, possessive over his muntxate.

Neteyam pushed your loincloth to the side, not wanting to wait another second to taste you as he had been missing your sweet juices as much as you had been missing his tongue and lips on your cunt.

Neteyam's breath hovered over your exposed sex and your scent was driving him insane. He felt his animalistic urges taking over.

You whimpered when you felt his wet, warm tongue on your core. Neteyam answered with a muffled moan, as his mouth was full of you.

After a few hungry licks and suckling motions, Neteyam was already drunk on you.

“Eywa, I missed your taste so much. This pussy feels like paskalin on my tongue. No, it tastes even better. Nothing tastes as good as my mate's pussy does. Nothing.” Neteyam lapped your cunt lips with his soft tongue over and over again and you felt your pussy clench as it became hotter and hotter as the pleasure he was giving you became stronger.

Fuck, you had been needing that so much… you felt like you were gonna die if you had to spend another long period without feeling the Olo'eyktan's tongue on your pussy again.

“Mine.” Neteyam groaned as he kept sucking on you and drinking your juices just like he was utterly thirsty and you were the only source of liquid that could hydrate him.

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@yeosxxx

[moonlightspencie]

omg omg omg bestie can i request james potter and "be gentle, please." you can make if fluff, smut, or angst (preferably with a happy ending 🥺)! i love you and i LOVE your new theme 💖🫶

- pretty-little-mind33

eeeeeeee hehehe. YAY. also thank you about the theme, it was a lot of work but i looooove it!!

pairing: james potter x gn!reader

warning: little bit of hurt/comfort, unintentional injury

(three word sentences)

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You walked into the kitchen, laughing to yourself as James talked animatedly on the phone with Sirius. You knew it would be trouble to let James use the muggle phone you'd set up in your apartment by the way his eyes lit up the second you told him about it.

He laughed loudly at something his friend said over the phone, replying with equal vigor. You went to move past him to get to the sink, but you quickly realized it was a mistake.

He was being his usual spirited self, swinging an arm around as he spoke. Apparently you got too close, because next thing you knew, you were sent to the floor after his fist made contact with your face, right near your eye.

"Ow," you winced, attempting to sit up.

"I'm so sorry!" James exclaimed, his eyes wide as he dropped to his knees next to you, the phone forgotten.

You merely groaned, holding your head in your hand.

"I'm a bloody idiot," he murmured to himself, his hand ghosting over your wrist. "Let me see."

"Why? You plan on smacking me on the other side?"

He pouted, his voice soft. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

You glanced at him, realizing he was actually upset. You gave him a sympathetic smile.

"I know you didn't mean to. Sorry, that was a bad joke."

"I deserve it. I didn't mean to hit you."

"I know. It's alright."

"It's not alright. Let me see," he insisted.

You moved your hand away, and he grimaced. Not a great sign.

"Ugh. I need to be sent to time-out for this," he mumbled. "I'm so sorry, lovie."

He gently touched around your eye, making you jerk away.

"James. Be gentle, please," you huffed, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice.

"Sorry, baby," he pouted again, swallowing. "I think you should hit me back. There's already a bit of a bruise."

You snorted. "No need."

"Let me get you some ice," he said, pulling his hand away.

He stood, but quickly looked back down at you. He hummed in annoyance at himself, swiftly scooping you up in his arms, ignoring your protests as he brought you to the couch and set you down like you were some delicate little flower.

"I'll be right back," he sighed, gingerly kissing the other side of your face.

You couldn't help but smile a little bit as you watched him hurry back to the kitchen. Your smile grew as to heard him frantically moving around in there before coming back out with an icepack wrapped in a soft cloth.

"Here you go, my love," he cooed softly, sitting next to you to gently rest the ice pack on your eye. "I still think you should hit me."

"I think you babying me like this is payment enough, James," you gave him a small smile.

He hummed, unhappy with the answer. "I'm gonna go buy you ice cream later. And dinner. Flowers, too."

"You don't have to–"

"And maybe a puppy."

You laughed. "James."

"I'm evil."

"You're an angel," you asserted, rubbing his arm softly as he held the icepack for you.

He jutted his lip out. "You're too good to me."

"You're the one offering to buy me a puppy," you chuckled.

"I love you," he frowned.

"I adore you," you brought his free hand to your lips, kissing his knuckle. "But I would like the ice cream, so..."

His eyes widened, and he nodded quickly. He jumped off of the couch, practically running to the front door.

"I'm going now. I love you, I'll see you soon!" he shouted back to the living room.

"How do you know what flavor I want?" you laughed.

"I'm buying them all! I love youuuu!" he emphasized.

"I love you more!" you shouted back.

"Impossible. I love you most, no take-backs!"

He shut the door before you could argue, leaving you on the couch with a happy smile and a black eye. Poor boy.

[merakiui]

thinking summer thoughts and the octotrio preferences with bikinis/swimwear,, i feel jade is more of the type of guy to enjoy a more teasingly covered up look,, for example a long skirt that has a slit on each side that is so flowy when wind hits it you need to readjust or else it might reveal something,, or perhaps a backless one-piece that reveals the curvature of your spine,, something just enough to gif him over for later, he doesn’t want the full meal yet

for floyd, i’m thinking jade calls his preference ‘teasingly slutty’ and floyd just throws out the teasing part altogether,, skimpy bikini enjoyer!!! dude wants you wearing the thinnest pieces like IAMGIA level bikini sets,, this is so self indulgent but i love buying from that clothing line, like the tops that are the tiniest triangles and thong bottoms, maybe 🤔 skimpy bottoms with frills he would enjoy

i didn’t have a big epiphany for azul but i was thinking azul might like those waist beads that are silver or blue just for the pearl motif or eye color symbolism,, imagine you going out shopping and holding each waist-bead chain up to his eyes, making sure to get the right color

anyways these are my silly thoughts!!!! 💕💕 kiss

!!!!!!! these are all such delicious thoughts omg... feasting on all of them like it's one big buffet. I so agree,, it's just like Jade to be patient enough for the entire meal. I also think he enjoys using his imagination to fill in the blanks, so he likes things that will feed his thoughts. A peek of your thigh or a sliver of shoulder and collarbone just barely hidden by your outfit/swimwear!!!! I also think he would enjoy elaborate lingerie because he appreciates the imagery and also the delicate nature in which he must slowly peel it from your person, lest he be too rough and tear gentle fabrics in his haste. I think he's a big fan of sundresses, but then maybe that's just because he gets to fantasize about all that's beneath the dress, with such easy access should he wish to sample you.

But I digress!!! Floyd absolutely loves all things skimpy and slutty. The IAMGIA bikini sets........ the way he'd adore you in frills,,, omg YES!!!!!! If he's really feeling it, maybe he can be patient enough to appreciate those long slit skirts and whatnot, but no one in Octavinelle holds a candle to Jade's level of patience. ^^;;; Floyd just likes showing skin and thinks human bodies are such a wonderful, beautiful thing. Why hide that with layers of clothes? Besides, the weather is so hot and humid. Less layers means more relaxation (and less things he has to pry off, but then he's the type of impatient to just slide your swim bottoms to the side and go from there,,,,) but also....... I think he has a soft spot for the types of swimsuits and summer clothes that make you look so cute and soft and !!!!! His cuteness aggression is off the charts as soon as he sees you hehe.

And Azul....... I think anything that has any sort of mer motif (pearls/waist beads as you noted, etc) is going to have him salivating because he likes the symbolism (also,, pretty, shiny things on his pretty darling = very yum in his tako brain hehe). The fact that you could enjoy his culture in the same way he enjoys yours means a lot to him. That, and for someone who is so self-conscious of his true form it warms his heart that you find octo-mers so fascinating and pretty. 🥺 can he marry you on the spot right now!!!!! I think Azul has a thing for sarong skirts. Also a fan of sundresses; he just doesn't realize it at first.

Matching pieces with his eyes... that's really cute AAAAAAA. Picking out jewelry and other accessories based on his eyes while he does the same, and he's just melting because you're such a sweetheart,, oh, he's so in love,,, I think Azul is the best person to go shopping with because he enjoys shopping (especially when he has a list of things he needs) and is good at helping you choose things if you're debating different aesthetics and prices and whatnot. Very logical. Jade is the type who will go and has fun seeing you shop, but he doesn't buy anything (he insists on holding your bags and everything else so that you can have free hands,,, he's so boyfriend). As for Floyd, I suppose it's entirely mood dependent. He does make for a fun shopping friend, but then he's also a big spender who likes luxury brands,, also, I feel like if you go shopping with Floyd there's a high chance he'll buy things that remind him of you and gift you them after the fact. He shops with Shrimpy in his mind all the time. <3

AAAAA OTL I rambled so much,,, but your thoughts are now wedged in my mind. It's just so perfect. Octavinelle + summer fashion/swimsuits is so *chef's kiss*!!!!!

[captain-hawks]

And, just for SFW funsies. Some summer gardening with Umemiya 🥺🥺

💋mojogojocasahouse

(spicy sleepover secret menu - mild edition<3)

hajime umemiya x reader

c: fluff, pining, first kiss, plant daddy!umemiya

“Like this?”

Umemiya’s soft laugh is a gentle caress down your spine as he watches you try to coax the leafy green seedling carefully nestled in your hands into the slightly-too-large hole, the plant tipping pathetically to the side as you lose your hold on it. 

It’s been years since you saw him, since the days when you’d feel your entire world tilt on its axis every time he waltzed into the corner store you worked at throughout your teenage years, your knees going weak behind the register every time he called out your name with an easy smile. 

And now you’re kneeling in the dirt in his backyard, sweat dripping down the back of your neck under the late afternoon sun, a visit home from grad school and a trip to the local farmer’s market somehow finding you here of all places after you’d bumped into him in front of a table overflowing with vegetables.

His table of vegetables, which he’d apparently grown in his garden.

(It was almost embarrassing—the way your heart had violently lurched in your chest as his bright eyes locked on yours, your name softly tumbling from his lips in surprise, all of those quiet, secret feelings you’d carefully tucked away unceremoniously spilling out at your feet without warning—)

(—the muscle memory in the way you felt yourself begin to bask in the warmth of his presence, a flower turning toward the sun.)

Time has been nothing short of gracious to Umemiya; it was difficult to ignore the way his shoulders and forearms had filled out, the older look in his still-kind eyes, his boyish charm now shaped into a devastatingly handsome face.

(And yet one thing hasn’t changed—the unshakeable urge that prickles in your fingertips to card a hand through his mussed, white locks of hair.)

The two of you had spent so long catching up, customers coming and going in droves past his table and onto the next, he’d eventually invited you back to his house for tea.

And now he’s chuckling at you softly as he watches you try and fail to rescue the mess you’ve made of the tiny pepper plant, soft enough that you’d almost swear he sounds fond, if not for the biased opinion of your rapidly beating heart that’s halfway on the verge of crawling out of your ribcage and running for the hills to let you fumble through this on your own.

You have half a mind to excuse yourself, to scamper back to your dad’s house and tamper down the whirlwind of feelings blustering back awake inside of you before it’s too late, before you’re two hundred miles away again in your one-bedroom apartment staring at the ceiling thinking about a boy you’ve been more than a little in love with since high school.

But then there’s a feather-light touch of a glove across your cheek, and Umemiya looks somewhat embarrassed at being caught as you turn to look at him. “There was…you had..” He gestures at his own face, finishing lamely, “...dirt.”

It throws you off kilter, the uncertainty in his tone. And maybe it’s the way that he rakes a hand through his hair after, one strand flopping stubbornly across his forehead, that has the words tumbling from your lips before you can stop yourself. “Are you sure you got it all?”

There’s a playful lilt to your tone, a newfound edge of confidence that reflects in the way you tilt your head ever so slightly, blinking once, twice. 

A huff of air escapes his lips.

He pulls off one of his gardening gloves, his bare thumb just barely prodding the edge of your bottom lip.

For all you know, there could be dirt there, smudged against your chin from when you’d wiped your face against your sleeve. But your lips part of their own accord anyway, the balmy summer air paling in comparison to the blistering heat unfurling in your chest.

And when you throw years worth of youthful caution to the wind and press the delicate ghost of a kiss to the tip of his thumb, you can hear it—the audible hitch in Umemiya’s breath.

He waits.

He waits, because he’s always waited.

Because you’ve always been so shy in his presence.

Because he’s never wanted to push you.

Because he always gives but never takes.

But when you press your lips to his thumb again, more purposeful this time, he doesn’t hesitate to lean forward, cupping your face in his hands and finally, finally letting his lips crash into yours.

[hisui-dreamer]

OMG OMG HISUI CONGRATS PN THE MILESTONE!! I've been following your blog for quite a while and I am so so happy to see it flourish (pun intended) so beautifully! I also wish you the best of luck in your exams and endeavors ❤️❤️

If you feel like it, I'd love to have Jamil with a bouquet of Bellflowers, Lavender and Baby's breath. I get so happy with flower events~

Bellflowers represent everlasting love and constancy, with Lavenders representing devotion and serenity and, at last, Baby's Breath sincerity, purity and love. I actually have two species of Lavender at home, it how much I adore them 💜

And a yellow rose for you!

we should try

Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader

Synopsis: jamil doesn't like holding on to hope, but you're always the exception in his life

Tags: comfort, domestic fluff, cuddling

Word count: 448

Notes: i love the selection of flowers!!! also thank you for the yellow rose🥺💕 i hope you'll like the fic!!

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flowers of choice:

bellflowers: everlasting love and constancy

lavenders: devotion and serenity

baby's breath: sincerity, purity and love

The moon spilt its gentle luminescence through the window, painting delicate shadows across the room. Jamil nestled into the plush pillows with a heavy sigh, weariness etched into every line of his form. His shoulders slumped, his exhaustion palpable after another long day's work in Scarabia.

You sat beside him, your fingers glided through his hair in rhythmic strokes, each movement a gentle caress in the quiet of the night. The diligent and responsible vice-housewarden was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only the weary soul of your beloved. "You've been working so hard," you murmured softly.

Jamil closed his eyes, revelling in the sensation. "I’m used to it at this point,” he sighs into the pillow. “It’s nicer now, having you here with me," he confessed, his voice tinged with gratitude.

"I'm glad to be here," you replied softly, continuing to brush out his hair with gentle care. "I'm glad to have you."

A pause settled between you, a comfortable silence punctuated only by the rhythm of your ministrations. Then, Jamil sighed once more, a sound of pure contentment escaping his lips. "I wish things could stay like this forever," he admitted, his vulnerability laid bare in the dim light of the room.

"Could? I think we definitely will," you assured him, your voice filled with conviction.

He shifted to face you, his weary gaze delving into the depths of your eyes. "You truly think so?" he inquired, a flicker of optimism dancing in his tired expression.

"Well, you won't know if you don't try," you replied, a soft smile gracing your lips as your gaze drifted towards the starry night sky visible through the window, its vastness echoing your uncertainty of the future. "But you're definitely not getting rid of me so easily," you added, a playful giggle escaping you.

Jamil chuckled in response, his weariness momentarily overshadowed by the warmth of your presence. "As if I'd ever let you go willingly," he retorted. He closed his eyes in thought, imagining what a future with you would be like. He imagines shared laughter and quiet moments of intimacy, days spent working tirelessly only to find solace in your embrace at night, and hours spent lost in conversation and affection. He imagined facing life's challenges together, drawing strength from each other's support and unwavering commitment. With you, he saw a future brimming with possibility, where every hurdle was overcome hand in hand, and every joy magnified by the depth of their connection.

"Yeah," he mumbled, his hand reaching out to find yours, fingers intertwining in hope. "We should try."

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[hitomisuzuya]

can i request a somno smut with fem reader and scaramouche who had a wet dream about breeding reader?? (CONSENSUAL OFCOURE ❤️❤️)

I love you btw and feel free to ignore this ❤️❤️HAVE A GOOD DAY

Scaramouche x fem!reader Smut. Somnophilia. Breeding kink

🥺🥺Thank you so much, and thank you for waiting. Consensual is always how we roll on this blog.

With a growl of lust, Scaramouche's fingers tightened on your thighs as he held them apart, groaning at he felt his cock push deep inside of you. A white ring had formed around his cock from many times he had cummed inside of you, continuing to pound into you no matter times you creamed on his cock.

"Beg for me to cum inside of you again," He groaned, his hips snapping into yours. Your eyes rolled into your back of your head, feeling his cock kiss deep against your sweet spot.

"Pl-please, Scara, cum inside of me again! You whimpered, your fingernails digging into his back. You could do nothing but lay limp underneath him, clinging to him as you feebly tried to rock your hips up to met his thrusts, moaning and crying about how good his cock was making you feel.

Hissing in pleasure, he could feel his orgasm approaching with every throb of his cock.

Scaramouche's eyes snapped open. His heart was pounding, his cock incredibly hard when he came to the realization he'd been dreaming about breeding you so thoroughly that his cum wouldn't stop leaking out of your cunt.

He looked at your sleeping form curled up on your side next to him. His writhing about in his sleep had caused the blanket to come off of some. Fresh bruises and bite marks littered your body.

You'd fallen into a deep sleep, exhausted from his aggressively passionate lovemaking during the night.

He didn't want to wake you up, but he was really horny and he wanted you really bad. You had told him that he could touch you or fuck you while you were asleep, so he wasted no time helping himself to you.

Scaramouche grinded his hard cock against your backside, his fingers dipping between your folds to rub your clit and glide along your cunt to make you wet. You moaned softly in your sleep. He could never get enough of how well you reacted to him, even when you slept.

When he couldn't stand the throbbing of his cock anymore, he lined it up with the entrance of your cunt. Burying his face into your neck to muffle his husky groans as his cock slowly sank inch by inch between your warm, wet walls.

Putting his arms around you, he held you against him, thrusting sloppily into your cunt. He meant to keep his thrusts controlled and gentle, but quick, harsh snaps of his hips occured when your walls clamped tight around his cock.

Scaramouche couldn't help himself. A fragile, delicate little thing like you deserved nothing less than to be filled full of his cum whenever he could.

You were starting to make the cutest noises and whimpers in your sleep. Even a few soft sobs of pleasure the deeper his cock pushed into you.

It was always so erotic to him how deep he could go. With how aroused he had been when he woke up, and from his sloppy, inconsistent pace, it didn't take him long to cum inside of you.

Scaramouche moaned, muffled into your neck, keeping his cock inside of you for a moment before pulling out.

One more time, he thought, scooping some of his cum onto his fingers, pushing it back inside of you before lining his cock up with your entrance again. He would cum inside of you one more time before he woke you up and filled you fuller.

[fannyspammy]

Kiss Me, You Idiot

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: You’re Adam’s first kiss.

Warnings: no warnings, just fluff :) (if you’re looking for something spicier I’ll be getting into the more heated firsts soon so stay tuneddd 👀)

A/N: second part to the Firsts series! I didn’t expect the first part to get so much activity so quickly! Thank you everyone for reading 🥺 If you haven’t read it yet, part one is here! Can be read as a oneshot tho :)

[not my gif]

It had been a month since Adam had discovered what romantic feelings felt like, & a month since he & y/n had become an item. Adam was a gentleman; he’d never do anything to make y/n uncomfortable. He was sweet & patient, & she could tell how much he cared for her from how protective he was, & from the way he was attentive to her every need. Adam loved spending time with y/n, & he was content with the nature of their relationship.

Y/n on the other hand, while appreciative of his respect for her, was a little more… experienced in the world. And while she liked that they were taking things slow, she was beginning to crave more.

They’d been together for a month now, although they technically hadn’t put a label on it (she wasn’t sure he knew what a label was, anyway, so they were simply together as far as she was concerned), so it had also been a month since y/n first imagined kissing her golden boy. Well, maybe a bit more than a month, since she’d definitely wanted to kiss him before she even knew he liked her. How could she not?

But she was beginning to question whether he wanted to kiss her. They cuddled often, coming to their spot to be alone & get away from the crowds, but that was always where it stopped.

She tried a few times to initiate it, placing quick pecks on his cheek or his hands to show she wanted more physical affection. Adam would match her actions, planting gentle kisses to her temple or her palms, maybe even the top of her head, but he would never go further.

Adam had a cheerful grin on his face when y/n opened the door, a small metal box in his hands, fastened with a thin piece of twine.

“For you!” he announced, extending his arm to present his gift, body bent into a slight bow.

Y/n giggled at the exaggerated gesture. “Why, thank you, sir.” She curtsied.

Adam closed the door behind him before scurrying to y/n’s side, peering over her shoulder as she pulled at the twine securing the lid of the box. Y/n’s eyes widened with awe as she lifted the delicate gold chain from its metal home, a solitary yellow gem dangling at the bottom of its curve.

“Adam! It’s beautiful!” she said, turning to face him.

Adam was biting his lip in excitement, hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You like it?”

“I love it! But where did you get it? How did you afford this?”

He shrugged. “I pulled some strings & had it custom made. I wanted it to look like me, so that even when I’m not there I’m… well I’m still there with you.”

Y/n threw her arms around his neck & his arms wrapped around her waist almost instinctively. “Thank you so much!”

They stayed in each other’s embrace for a moment, and he slid one hand up to the base of her neck to pull her closer.

Then, slowly, they began to pull away. Y/n looked up at him through her lashes, their faces mere inches apart, silently praying that he would finally close the gap.

Kiss me, you idiot!

Adam spun her around & she yelped at the sudden movement.

“Here, let me help you put it on!”

He gently moved her hair out of the way so he could access her neck. As he fumbled with the lock, y/n couldn’t hold in her question any longer.

“Adam, why won’t you kiss me?”

She felt him freeze behind her.

“Huh?”

“Why won’t you kiss me? It’s been a month & you haven’t even tried!” She turned to face him again, brows furrowed & her lips in a pout. “Do you not want to?”

“Y/n! Of course I want to!” He grabbed her face gently, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

“Then why haven’t you?”

Adam hesitated before answering. He slid his hands down from her face, past her shoulders, all the way to her hands. He pulled her arms behind him, & she locked her fingers as he brought his own hands behind her waist. Looking away, he sighed.

“I’m nervous to. I know I’m not the first guy you’ve been with, but you’re the first girl I’ve been with— that I’ve even wanted to be with.” He returned his gaze to her. “So I guess I just- well I don’t really know if I- I just.. I want it to be good for you. But I don’t know if I’ll be good at it.”

Y/n smiled. She had the most genuine man in the galaxy.

Bringing a hand up to his face, y/n ran her thumb along Adam’s lower lip.

“Adam, it’ll be good because it’s you.” She brought her face closer to his, & he lightly took the tip of her thumb between his teeth. “Besides, even if you aren’t good at it, you’ll have a lot of opportunities to practice.”

“Yeah?”

Y/n smirked. “Yeah. I’ll even give you daily lessons if you want.”

“Promise?” Adam dipped his head into the crook of her neck, placing wet kisses along its base and up to her jaw.

Y/n moaned softly, enjoying his touch.

“Promise.”

Clasping her chin he tilted her head so their lips could finally meet.

The kiss was gentle and sweet. Just like him. Then he deepened it, pulling her closer to him, moving in sync. Y/n parted her lips slightly, swiping her tongue along his bottom lip.

Adam was a fast learner, slipping his tongue into her mouth at just the right capacity. Soon, their tongues were at a steady wrestle, the sound of their moans filling the air as they enjoyed the pleasurable contact.

Finally pulling away for breath Adam looked at y/n, intensely at first, as if reading her. Then with a playful smirk he leaned in for one more kiss, soft & lingering. Pulling her bottom lip between his teeth he pulled away slowly, watching it plump at his release.

“How’d I do?”

Y/n bit her lip, the one that was just in his mouth, still feeling the sensation of his touch.

“Mm, might need to do a little more research first.” she replied, pressing her lips against his again.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

fucking baizhu would be SO funny because like if you're not careful he will crumple like wet tissue paper

Sex with chronic illness(es) really is like that sometimes 🥹

Poor thing can be so fragile, requiring extra care and more gentle touches than the average person. It's not that he doesn't want you to fuck him stupid or be rough, but if you fold him in half or push his delicate body too hard, Baizhu will be in pain for days or even weeks 🥺

Tbh I headcannon Baizhu as a bit of a masochist. He loves the idea of pushing himself and figuring out how much pain his body can take, it's just not all that practical given his condition. But a man can fantasize, can't he?