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a-hazbin-reader · 9 months ago

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Extreme Fluff!! Sweet Intimacy!!! A little canon cannibalism

Description: Different ways Alastor likes to be pampered by Wifey!Reader

When it comes to his wifey...Alastor is super spoiled and he knows it, craves it like nothing ever before

He's a glutton for your attention and everyone knows it

Every little act of kindness, every drop of affection and loving gaze just melts over his (shriveled black)heart like a sugary glaze

Mmmmmm glazed hearts

Great now he's hungry

ANYWAYS-

Even the normal everyday things make him feel warm and fuzzy inside

Like when you bring him his favorite tea in the mornings, giving him a soft kiss on the side of his face as you drape your arms around him

"Mm...good morning my dear..."

Or when you smooth over an unruly hair for him or fix his bow tie before he leaves the hotel

You can't have your snookums going out looking like some scruffy strawberry clown

You always make sure his staff is clean and polished, suit flawless and pressed, shoes shiny before he has an overlord meeting

You're NOT going to let your pookie bear hang around the other overlords with smudged shoes

Just. No.

Loves the days that you drag him off to the bathroom to coax him into a hot bath

"You've been so tense lately... let me take care of you..."

How can he say no to you?

He just relaxes and closes his eyes, letting your gentle fingers massage his scalp as you lather shampoo in his hair

The candles and bubbles 🫧 were a good touch too 👌

He almost always falls asleep by the time you're done massaging and cleaning him up, once you start scrubbing under his nails then he's OUT LIKE A LIGHT

Not that you mind, he's so attractive when he's sleeping

WAIT HUSBAND DON'T DROWN

Wakes up to an empty bathtub and a warm towel being wrapped around him by his delicious boo

You're so good to him how did you know he needed this

Always finds himself in a better mood after that, like his problems have all been washed and scrubbed away by your gentle pampering

He secretly loves it when you come by his radio tower with a fresh lunch, interrupting his set just because he needs to eat

Though he pretends it's a big hassle

He savors the food you bring him either way, walking you to the door afterwards and thanking you for thinking of him

Bby boy that's all you do is think about him

He locks the door on your way out tho

Alastor loves the way you convince him to come to bed with you, knowing he needs to sleep but also armed with the knowledge that he'll fight bedtime like a child

You leaning on the doorway already in your sleep attire, giving him a soft pout as he tries to continue his work and ignore you

"Alastor..."

Not his ears flicking up at the sound of your voice

When whining doesn't work, then you slink your way over to him, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you

He's trying so hard not to though, the moment he looks at your face then he knows he's done for

"Look at me, darling~"

Okay maybe just a quick glance-

Alastor you are a strong man, you are cruel and sadistic and you are an overlord with very important business!! You can handle telling your wife no-

Ffffffffuck.

Not the gooey goo goo doe eyes

Immediately leans into your touch, savoring the feeling of your fingers stroking his cheek

Not his tail fluttering

"Come to bed already~ I can't sleep without you, you know..."

And that's how you convince him to get to sleep every single night, a full 8 hours or whatever is recommended in Hell

Getting out of bed is hard for him because you look so delectable asleep and curled into him

Maybe he should take more time to pamper you too

But he's a selfish, greedy man who likes being spoiled by his wife so that thought is gone as fast as it came

He gets out of bed just to watch you whine and blindly reach out for him, so adorably pathetic

Okay just five more minutes of snuggles then I gotta go-

If he's cranky then you manage to convince him to nap, patting your lap and stroking his hair once he lays his head down

Your soft singing lulls him into a light sleep as you scratch and rub the ends of his ears

Wakes up drooling

Wakes up with his face buried in your stomach, arms locked around your waist as he sleepily breathes in your scent

How is he supposed to get any work done with you around????

Alastor loves all those things but his favorite way that you spoil him?? His number one fave?? That he would never admit to anyone??

When you give him your special smile, the one that's always been his to see and his alone

The smile that conveys enough warmth and love to make all of Hell seem like Heaven, at least for him anyways

The same smile that he first saw when you told him that you loved him, the same smile that tells him you still love him

You spoil him

Alastor thinking of his wife:

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archiveofvirtue · 2 months ago

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CHERRY PIE ⸻ dean winchester

content / dean winchester x fem!reader, established relationship, pie addicted dean, flirting, intimate touching and kissing, slight fluff, mentions of alcohol, 2.4k words

summary / When joining Dean with a slice of cherry pie turns into something more extensive, unfolding a deeper connection than either one of you had imagined. — inspired by the song “cherry pie” by warrant

THE HARVELLE’S ROADHOUSE WAS BUZZING WITH LIFE, a mix of laughter, music, and clinking glasses filling the air. The neon sign above the bar flickered, casting a reddish glow over the crowd as they danced and mingled. Dean Winchester sat in a corner booth, nursing a beer, his eyes focused on the pool table in the center of the room. He wasn't paying much attention to the game, though. His thoughts were elsewhere- far from the game.

They were on you; you could feel it.

As you made your way back to you guys' table, a mischievous glint lit your eyes. You slid into the booth beside him, your fingers grazing his arm as you placed a plate of food on the table. "Thought you might be hungry," you said, voice teasing as you pushed the plate toward him.

Dean glanced down at the slice of cherry pie, its bright red filling oozing slightly over the flaky crust. He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're gonna get me in trouble, bringing me this," he said, but the smile on his face gave away that he didn't mind at all.

You leaned closer, lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Maybe I like getting you into trouble."

Dean's grin widened, and he turned his head to catch your lips with his in a quick, heated kiss. You tasted sweet, like the cherries from the pie, and he felt a familiar spark of desire flare up inside him. You had always had that effect on him-you were wild, unpredictable, and full of life, everything that made the chaos of his world feel a little more bearable.

"So," you said, pulling back just enough to look at him, eyes shining with amusement. "You gonna eat that, or do I have to feed it to you?"

Dean smirked, picking up the fork and slicing off a piece of the pie. "As much as l'd like that," he said, popping the bite into his mouth, "I think I can manage."

You watched him with a satisfied smile, your hand slipping under the table to rest on his thigh. You felt the warmth of his skin through the fabric, and as he leaned in for another taste of your lips, the sweetness of the pie and a slight hint of whiskey lingered between you. You knew you were getting under his skin just as much as he was under yours.

"Good?" You asked when you finally broke apart, voice breathy.

"Delicious," Dean replied, his eyes locked on yours. You knew he wasn't just talking about the pie.

The music shifted, and a new song came on, something with a heavy beat that matched the thrum of his pulse. Your eyes lit up, and you grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the dance floor. "Come on," you urged, not giving him a chance to protest.

Dean let you pull him along, his resistance melting away as you two moved into the crowd.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, body swaying to the music as you pressed yourself against him.

Dean's hands settled on your hips, guiding your movements as you fell into a rhythm together.

The room seemed to blur around you, the other people and the noise fading into the background.

All Dean could focus on was you-the way your body moved against his, the feel of your skin under his hands, the scent of your hair as it brushed against his cheek. You were intoxicating, and he was completely under your spell.

"You know," you said, lips close to his ear as you two danced, "I've always had a thing for bad boys."

Dean chuckled, his grip on you tightening. "Is that right?"

"Mm-hmm," you hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Especially the ones who look at me the way you do."

Dean's heart skipped a beat, the words hitting him harder than they should have. You knew you'd struck a nerve by the way he was looking at you, making him feel something deeper than just the heat between you two.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, lingering kiss that told him exactly what you wanted. You had a way of getting under his skin, of making him feel things he wasn't sure he was ready to feel. But with you, it didn't seem so scary. It felt... right.

"Can't help it," he murmured, his voice rough against your skin. "You're just too damn irresistible."

Your smile was wicked as you pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes full of promise while the heat between you only grew hotter. "Then show me how much you mean it."

Dean didn't need to be told twice. He tightened his grip on your waist, spinning you around so that your back was pressed against his chest. His hands roamed over your body as you moved together, the heat inside you taking over.

The world outside your little bubble didn't matter anymore-there was only the music, the movement, and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between the two of you.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, your breath coming in short, eager gasps as you let yourself get lost in the moment. When Dean's lips brushed against your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, you let out a soft moan, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours, lost in each other, the world outside the dance floor forgotten. When the song finally came to an end, you were both breathless, bodies pressed close together as if you couldn't bear to be apart.

You looked up at him, eyes filled with a mix of desire and something deeper-something that made Dean's heart swell with emotion. You didn't say anything, you didn't need to. The way you looked at him, the way you held him close, told Dean everything he needed to know.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Let's get out of here," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Lead the way, Winchester."

You two left the roadhouse hand in hand, the night air cool against your flushed skin as you two made your way to the Impala. Dean opened the door for you, his hand lingering on your hand as you slid into the passenger seat.

As he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, Dean couldn't help but steal a glance at you. Upu were leaning back in your seat, eyes closed and a contented smile on your face. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful, that it made his heart ache.

"Where to?" he asked, his voice soft.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, your smile widening. "Surprise me," you said, your tone playful to which he just nodded.

You grinned, as he put 'baby' in gear, pulling out onto the road. You had a feeling tonight was going to be one to remember..

The Impala's engine roared as Dean pressed down on the gas, the familiar hum of the car vibrating through his body. The road stretched out before the two of you, a ribbon of asphalt disappearing into the darkness. The headlights cut through the night, illuminating the trees that lined the narrow highway. Dean didn't have a specific destination in mind, but that didn't matter. With you by his side, anywhere you ended up would be just fine.

You reached over, your fingers brushing lightly against the back of his neck where it played with his tousled hair. "You always know how to make a night interesting," you said with a playful smile, eyes sparkling in the dim light.

Dean glanced over at you, his green eyes piercing through you, your heart doing that familiar flip it always did when he looked at you like that. "You haven't seen anything yet," he replied, his voice laced with a teasing edge.

You drove in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the rumble of the Impala's engine and the occasional rustle of wind through the open windows. Dean could feel you watching him, your gaze soft and thoughtful, and it sent a warm thrill through him. He'd never been one for settling down, but with you, everything felt different—like maybe, just maybe, he could finally stop running.

After about half an hour of driving, you came across a small, secluded lookout point just off the road. Dean turned the car down the gravel path, the tires crunching on the loose rocks as you approached a clearing that overlooked the rolling hills below. The view was stunning, with the moon casting a silvery glow over the landscape and the stars twinkling brightly above you.

Dean parked the car and turned off the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening. He looked over at you, who was already gazing out the window, your face illuminated by the soft light of the moon.

"Wow," you whispered, your breath fogging up the glass slightly as you leaned closer to the window. "It's beautiful."

Dean nodded, unable to take his eyes off you. "Yeah, it is."

You turned to him, catching the meaning behind his words, and your cheeks flushed slightly. "You've got a way with words, Winchester," you teased, though your voice was warm with affection.

Dean shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Just calling it like I see it."

You laughed softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. You opened the car door and stepped out, stretching your arms above your head as you breathed in the cool night air. Dean followed suit, walking around the car to stand beside you.

For a moment, you two just stood there, taking in the view and the peacefulness that surrounded you. The world felt a million miles away, and you were grateful for the rare moment of tranquility.

You moved closer to Dean, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. Dean automatically slid his arms around you, holding you close as you stood together under the blanket of stars.

"You know," you said after a few minutes, voice barely above a whisper, "I never thought I'd find something like this... someone like you."

You felt his heart skip a beat at your words, and he tightened his hold on you, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know the feeling," he murmured.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his as if you were looking for something—confirmation, maybe, or reassurance. Dean wasn't sure what you saw in his eyes, but whatever it was, it made you smile softly, a smile that made his heart ache in the best way possible.

"Let's stay here for a while," you suggested, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Just you and me, no distractions."

Dean nodded, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek. "Yeah," he agreed. "I'd like that."

You two leaned against the hood of the Impala, you nestled comfortably in his arms, and watched the stars twinkle above. The night was quiet, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze and the steady thrum of your hearts beating in sync.

After a while, you tilted your head up to look at him again, your eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous glint. "So, about that pie," you began, your tone playful.

Dean raised an eyebrow, smirking down at you. "What about it?"

You bit your lip, pretending to think. "I don't know... I just figured a guy like you might have something better up his sleeve."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're never satisfied, are you?"

"Not when it comes to you," you replied, your voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a jolt of desire through him.

Dean's smirk softened into something more tender as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your soft skin. "Good," he said, leaning in closer until your lips were just a breath apart. "Because I'm not planning on going anywhere."

Your breath hitched slightly, and you closed the distance between you two, your lips capturing his in a kiss that was slow and deep, filled with all the unspoken promises you'd been dancing around for so long. Dean kissed you back with equal fervor, pouring everything he had into it—every emotion, every unsaid word, every hope for a future he hadn't dared to dream about until now.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other as you tried to steady your racing hearts.

"I think I'm falling for you, Y/N," Dean admitted, his voice rough with the weight of the confession. "Hell, maybe I already have."

You looked up at him, eyes shining with a mix of surprise and something else—a feeling that only filled your body when you were with him. You smiled, a soft, genuine smile that reached your eyes. "Good," you whispered, repeating his earlier words. "Because I'm already there."

Dean's breath caught in his throat at your words, and before he could say anything else, you pulled him back in for another kiss—this one slow and tender, a kiss that spoke of the future the two of you could have, if you were brave enough to take it.

As you stood there, wrapped up in each other under the endless sky, Dean realized that for the first time in a long time, he wasn't thinking about the next hunt or the next battle. All he could think about was the woman in his arms and the life you could build together—one filled with moments like this, moments where the world outside didn't matter, and all that existed was the love between you two.

It wasn't something he'd ever expected to find, but now that he had it, he wasn't planning on letting it go. Not for anything.

And as you held each other close, the stars above you twinkling like the cherries in the pie you'd shared, you both knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. Something worth fighting for.

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heesvnqie · 5 months ago

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>>Teeth- Lee HEESEUNG FF

pairing: fem!reader x heeseung

word count: 3k+

synopsis: You tease Heeseung in the resturant in front of his mother. So, he doesn't let you cum for hours.

genre: smut

warnings: >> smut,cussing, biting/marking, fingering, begging, choking, slight hair pulling, size kink, dom!heeseung x sub!reader, unprotected sex (a big NO-NO), orgasm denial, edging, slight overstimulation, creampie, manhandling. petnames

Song playing: Teeth By ENHYPEN

Notes: This is an adapted story that I was heavily influenced with.

You really loved Heeseung's mom, you really did. She was sweet, and probably one of the kindest people you've ever met. But at this moment, you weren't thinking about how kind his Mother was.

You weren't thinking about how delicious the food at this restaurant was. You were thinking about how goddamn good those necklaces looked on Heeseung. His face looked hotter and more handsome than usual.

You were thinking about him pushing those long fingers into you until you're coming all over. You were thinking about his throbbing cock he was currently hiding inside his jeans to his mother.

-:nsfw under cut:-

You felt the an aching between your thighs as you did your best to focus on whatever his mother was talking about. As Heeseung smiled fondly at his Mother as she gushed about a Broadway musical she went to see, you tried to smile as well.

Watching his lips curl up into a warm and sweet smile you imagined his head between your thighs, his tongue licking your clit. You feel a gush of wetness dampen your panties. "Shit,this is not the place for this." You mentally curse yourself.

"Baby?" Heeseung asks as both him and his mother's eyes are on you. Shit. They must have said something to you but because you're too busy drooling over heeseung's cock and thinking about the wetness in your panties, you have no clue what it was. You flushed under the attention of the two pairs of eyes, "sorry must have just zoned out."

You cover with a smile and while your lie was convincing enough for Heeseung's mother, he eyed you suspicously. He noticed your flushed cheeks, and the way you squeezed your thighs together underneath the table.

"How have things been at home without Heeseung when he is at work?" His mother repeats her question with a smile on her face. You plaster a fake smile on your face as you subtly reach under the table to place a hand on Heeseung's thigh. His jaw clenches slightly as his hand covers yours, he knows what you're going to do next and he doesn't feel like blowing his load while his mother sat across from him. It would be embrassing.

"Yeah, I practically ache for him when he's gone." You tell her and she covers your hand on the table with hers. His mother probably thinks you mean your heart aches when he's gone, and while that's true you also experience a much different aching in a different spot. You reach your hand further into his thigh. Heeseung sucks a small breath in through his teeth at your words, feeling tingles shooting down towards his southern region of his body.

His mother laughs at your answer launches into a speech about how wonderful you are for sticking by Heeseung, while you inch your hand up his thigh- and closer to his beautiful cock. You nod along, smiling sweetly and innocently as his mother continues to talk, and your fingers curl around his hardening cock through his jeans.

Heeseung's knee bumps the table as you squeeze him. It makes the crocery on the table jump a bit.

"You alright Lee Heeseung?" His Mother asks and he smirks in a casual manner before clearing his throat. "Mm yeah I'm good. The food inthe resturant is nice" He says and she eyes him for a moment before turning back to you.

You can almost see the pleading look in his eyes, but you're not sure if he's pleading you to keep going or to stop. You choose to believe he's begging you to continue as you begin to rub his cock through his jeans. Heeseung's hands fold together tightly on the table as he focuses his eyes straight ahead- doing his best to bite back a moan.

"You know I'm sure you get lonely when Hee's not around, must be hard to wander that house all by yourself." His mother comments and you grip him tighter, feeling his cock grow harder and harder against your hand. You nod, "Yeah it's really hard being there without him. I have to find various ways of occupying myself when he's too far away." You tell Heeseung's mother who nods along with your words, but Heeseung momentarily squeezes his eyes shut.

You slowly unbutton his jeans and his entire body tenses, if he feels your hand on his cock he's going to explode. "Seung honey you're sweating. Are you feeling alright?" His mother asks her son again. Heeseung nods as casually as he can, his heels digging into his chair. "Yeah yeah, just a little warm in here." He breathes and waves his hand about fanning his face, and you have to bite back a giggle at how flushed his cheeks are.

"You look feverish." She fusses, and Heeseung waves his hand as you slowly pull the zipper down and he knows you're moments away from dipping your hand into his boxers and pulling out his cock. "I'm okay Mom really." He insists and sure enough your hand wraps around his throbbing member, slowly pulling him out of his pants. Luckily the tablecloth conceals this to the other patrons. You begin to slowly and teasingly stroke him, rubbing your thumb over the tip.

Heeseung begins to groan but covers it with a cough, his hand gripping the edge of the table tightly. His mother dives into a conversation about some new cutlery Heeseung purchased her, praising how nice they are.

You squeeze him lightly at the base and you see Heeseung let out a strained breath. The way your fingers are stroking him so gently is driving him crazy, all he can think about right now is removing that tight little dress of yours and taking you right over this damn dinner table.

When his mother excuses herself to use the restroom, Heeseung is yanking your hand off of him. "You trying make me come right at this table babygirl? Hm? And infront of my damn mother?" He growls.

"You wanna see how long it takes before I make a mess?" Heeseung whispers hotly in your ear and you feel shivers run down your spine. You subtly rub your thighs together as Heeseung trails his hand up your dress on the outer thigh. " You want me to punish you? I would love too" Heeseung groans into your ear, casually leaning back in his chair when his mother returns to the table.

The throbbing between your legs is unbearable but you doubt Hee will let you come anytime soon tonight, his punishments usually involve a lot of teasing. Checking her watch, his mother bids you a goodnight and exits the restaurant, Heeseung already offered to pay the bill. He's so sweet to his Mother, and for some cute reason it only makes you hotter for him.

Heeseung grips your hand tightly as he pulls you out of the restaurant and towards the car. "You were a very bad girl." He hums lowly as you near the car. You shiver in excitement, you love it when he gets like this, all controlling and dominating. Once you're sat in the car, he puts one hand on the steering wheel, changes the gear and the other hand dives into your dress, slipping off your panty.

He draws a line from your clit. He dips one of his finger in his mouth, wetting it with saliva as he puts it into your clit.

Heeseung drives incredibly casually, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the other slowly draws circles on your clit before he enters the finger into you.

He gives no indication of being turned on and if you didn't see his cock throbbing through his jeans, you'd think he wasn't affected by this at all. When the car rolls to a stop at a red light, Hee speds up his finger hitting all your good spots and then slows down all the way and you cry out. Your back is arching into nothing as his other fingers rub at your swollen clit.

You moan as your fingers grip the leather of the seat, "God Seungie, please let me come!" You beg but he hums with a smile on his face before he stops his fingers movement. You release a frustrated cry as you continue to writhe in the seat. You know you asked for this, you know you deserve all his teasing but damn you just want to come. "Mm not home yet baby, can't come yet." Heeseung hums, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face.

You gasp softly as he moves his finger with speed. When your hand nears his arm he pulls away. "Only good girls get what they want baby." Heeseung scolds and you groan, tears of sexual frustration prickling at your eyes. He turns into your neighborhood, and doesn't go a single mile over the 25 mph speed limit.

"You nearly made me come all over myself with your hands baby, there were people around. That's something a good girl does but infront of everyone is okay but not my mother." Hee says, his voice low and commanding as he takes out his finger from your cit as he licks it clean then changes gear.

Your eyes are squeezed shut as tears roll down your cheeks, you attempt to grind your hips down against the seat but you still don't receive the friction you crave. You're stuck teetering on the edge, getting just enough so that the feeling never dies down.

When Heeseung shuts the car off in your garage, he turns the car engine You nearly burst into tears as he exits the car, and follow suit. Your arousal drips down your legs as you follow him inside. Once the door to the garage is shut and you're both standing in the kitchen. Heeseung slowly places his keys on the hook, and slides his shoes off.

He moves leisurely about the kitchen, knowing that you're throbbing. "Baby please," You moan desperately, finally drawing his attention. Heeseung turns to you with an amused smile on his face, "doesn't feel good does it babygirl? Being so close to coming, and then never being able to." He takes slow steps towards you, his eyes dark and dominating as he burns holes through you with his heated gaze. "That's what you did to me in the restaurant." Heeseung says softly, his lips mere millimetres from your own.

Tears are still building in your eyes, you need to come so bad. "Baby, I teased you. I promise I'll make you come however many times you want I promise, just please touch me." You cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as the throbbing beings to ache more and more.

Heeseung hums with a smile on his face, "you're damn right you're gonna make me come. Now get on your knees for me babygirl." He whispers in your ear and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him, willing to do anything to get him to touch you. Your fingers shakily pop open the button of his jeans as he leans back against the counter, his hands gripping the edge.

You take him in your mouth and he groans, his head falling back. You take him as far as you can, covering the rest of his hard cock with your hand. "God you fucking suck me off so good baby," Heeseung groans, his hand winding in your hair. He pulls his bottom lip with his teeth as he uses his hand to push you down on him harder.

You moan as you continue to slide your lips down his cock. The vibrations of you moaning against him releases a string of curses under his breath. Hee pushes your head so far down him that you gag, and saliva dribbles down your chin. You feel his hips jerking just as your own thighs begin to shake and just as he comes in your mouth. You swallow every drop of his come as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks.

"You look so good like this baby, on your knees in front of me and crying for my cock." Heeseung hums as he leans back against the counter, trying to catch his breath. Hee strokes a hand through your hair before yanking his jeans back up and walking past you. Your core is burning with need as you stand to helplessly follow him up the stairs like a lost puppy.

You follow him to your shared bedroom, the vibrator slipping out of your pussy due to how slick you are. You pull it out and toss it on the bed as Heeseung strolls into the closet. "Heeseungie," You cry in need, unable to stop the tears of frustration as they flow down your cheeks. "Hm?" He hums in response from inside the walk in closet. You rub your thighs together strongly resisting the urge to reach down and touch yourself.

You know if you do that without his permission he definitely won't let you come tonight. "I've learned my lesson I promise, now please please make me come." You sob, watching with teary eyes as he emerges from the closet in only his tight black boxer briefs. "You think you've learned your lesson baby?" He coos in a gently voice, reaching up to cup your cheek.

You nod instantly, your hands reaching up to grab at his shoulders. "So when we're out, and you get needy for my cock what are you gonna do hm?" He asks, his eyebrow cocked as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

"I'm gonna either not touch you or if I touch you I'II make you come before stopping touching you." You cry out desperately, and when you see the smile slide onto his face you nearly faint from relief. "That's my good girl," He growls before pushing you back on the bed.

He reaches for the hem of your shirt, before ripping it up and over your head. Heeseung releases the clasp of your bras and your sore nipples immediately spring free, and he smiles in delight. "You're so ready for me baby." He whispers before taking a nipple into his mouth. You cry out, happy to be getting some relief. Heeseung takes your nipple in between his teeth before biting softly, and you reach up to grab at his hair. "M-more baby more," You gasp and he obliges, kissing down your abdomen.

Your entire body feels like it's been set on fire as Heeseung yanks your jeans down your legs and off your ankles. When he spreads your legs he sees the wet mess between your thighs and bites his lip, "you're so wet baby. Did I tease you too much?" He asks playfully as you wriggle your hips towards his face.

Wrapping his arms around your thighs he presses a light kiss to your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body. Just the simple action has you crying into the pillow and Heeseung knows he's got you right where he wants you. Suddenly he flattens his tongue over you, licking a long line from your entrance to your clit. You cry out again, feeling lightheaded as your fists squeeze the sheets tightly. Moans are spilling from your mouth and when he slides 2 fingers into your slick opening, you know it won't be long before you're coming.

"Please don't stop baby please please." You plead, the word 'please' rolling off your lips like a mantra as he thrusts his fingers into you, his tongue toying at your clit. When Heeseung nips at your clit and roughly thrusts his fingers into you, you explode around his fingers. Your body convulses, and you cry out loudly, this time tears of relief cascading down your cheeks. Heeseung hovers over you, with a sweet smile on his face. "F-Fuck me." You plead again, that burning desire still slightly throbbing between your thighs. Heeseung doesn't need to be asked twice as he kicks his boxers off and presses his head into your lips. He drags his cock over your clit and you dig your nails into his back, "Daddy!" You cry out, having had enough of his teasing tonight.

Heeseung chuckles darkly as he slams into you, a broken groan leaving his lips. He begins to fuck into you at an ungodly pace and you cling to him, moans and desperate cries leaving your lips. Heeseung's lips find your neck and bite at the skin there as he continues to snap his hips into yours and every time his pelvis connects with yours, you're seeing stars. "Daddy please don't stop!" You cry out.

Heeseung feels you beginning to clench his fingers, and he moans deeply before reaching down to thumb your clit. "Fuck, come around me baby. Come around my cock." He gasps, breathless and as soon as the words leave his mouth you're coming again. White spots explode behind your eyes as you gush around him so hard you don't even realize he's emptying his load into you. You roll your eyes in pleasure.

Your body shakes and trembles as Heeseung gently fucks you through your orgasm, both of your bodies covered in a sheen layer of sweat. Your hands stay wrapped securely around his back as your heart races in your chest. You wince as he pulls out, already wishing to be filled by his cock again.

"Don't tease me." Heeseung hums as he pulls you over to lay on his chest. You giggle as you press a kiss to his shoulder, "I'm going to tease you all the damn time if it means you'll fuck me like that." You retort and you can practically feel his eye roll.

"Baby you drive me crazy." He groans before rolling over you again, and you know he means it- and you love it..

THE END~~

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nightv4mps · 2 years ago

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dress pretty, for me

. . . you dress up for them . . .

al haitham / ayato / dainsleif / diluc / gorou / kaveh / scaramouche

suggestive 16+ - gn! reader || swearing / characters may be ooc / reader teases c/n a lot / pet names / possessiveness / kinda yandere! scaramouche / skin ship / not proofread!!!

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al haitham.

— al haitham is waiting for you to get done changing into the outfit you wanted to show him and he was getting suspicious with how long you were taking

al haitham looks up at the bathroom door, “do you need any help in there, love?” “no i’m good, actually i’m..done!”, you come walking out of your guy’s shared bathroom. “what do you think??” “i-” his words were caught in his throat, “you look good..” he stood up, “really good..” he mumbled those last words, but you still heard him say it. he walked over to you, grabbing you by your waist. “someone’s needy..” you said teasingly “shut up, you knew what you were doing.”

ayato.

— you wanted to surprise ayato with a nice night, so you decided to get all pretty for him and cook up a delicious dinner

ayato almost drops his keys when he sees you and what you did for him. “ayato! you’re back early..” “oh my- you look lovely, dove..” he puts down the food he was holding and walks over to you, taking your hand and making you do a ‘lil spin.“archons..” he makes you face him and lifts up your chin, kissing you passionately. “i don’t think i can control myself with you looking like this..” he says pulling you back in

dainsleif.

— dainsleif rarely ever shows emotion, you went to your last resort, if this didn't do anything, you wouldn't know what to do.

dainsleif looks at you with a rare blush on his face. “wha-” he looks away covering his face. you walk over to him and make room on his lap, “you like it? i think it looks good” he rests his hands on your thighs, slowly making his way up, “good..? shit.. you look more than good” he hides his face in between your neck and your shoulder, leaving small kisses. “mm..i was hoping you liked it” “how could i not..?” he looks at you before pulling you in for a passionate kiss

diluc.

— you wanted to see how diluc would react when you surprised him with a new outfit you bought.

diluc freezes when you walk into the bedroom, watching you do a quick spin, “you like it??” his eyes are wide and his face is almost as red as his hair. you walk over to him “you okay diluc? your really red..” you cupped his face, knowing exactly what you were doing. “don’t say my name like that. i can’t handle it..” he takes your hands off his face. he lifts you up, dropping you on the bed. “i can’t wait to indulge in you..” he says before (sadly) taking off your outfit

gorou.

— you decided to tease gorou with a nice outfit that you knew he would lie, only for him to get really flustered and embarrassed, until...

gorou almost spits out his drink and chokes a little. “oh my-! are you okay gorou??” he stares at you like you’re a work of art, “i- i’m more than okay..” he pulls you into him; face beet red. “you look amazing..” he looks like a light bulb just went of over his head, “we need to go out! i need to show you off to everyone, they’ll all be so jealous of me..” you start to laugh “jealous of you..?” he looks at you like you just asked the dumbest question in the world “well, yea! i mean, you look amazing! and i’m the one that’s dating you!”

kaveh.

— kaveh and you were currently at a party, you ended up losing him somewhere in the crowd. he later found you, and to no one's surprise, he was drunk

kaveh wrapped his arms around you from behind. “oh! when did you get over here, love??” “a few minutes ago, made a b-line for you when i saw ‘ya” you giggled and turned around in his arms. “you look so fuckin’ good, baby” he whispered in your ear, pulling you closer so you could feel him. “you wanna get away from all these people and take care of my problem?” you didn’t give an answer back, grabbing his hand and leading him to the closest bathroom

scaramouche.

— scaramouche would get a little possessive because he thought you were gonna go out, without him. (not like he would allow that anyways)

scara looks you up and down. “you going out or something ?” “no.. i just wanted to surprise you” he walks up to you, pushing you against the wall that was behind you. “good. i don’t want anyone else to see you like this.” he pulls you closer, “someone’s possessive..” you say half joking. he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. you could see the lust in his eyes, it made your knees weak. “only over the things that are mine.” he pulls you in for passionate kiss

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lightvixxen · 1 year ago

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His housewife.

I GOT THE IDEA OF BEING SPENCERS LIL HOUSEWIFE AND I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT

summary: after Spencer has been away on a weeklong case you decide to make him dinner, which leads to him calling you his housewife and absolutely refusing to admit it.

WC: 2278

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, this is pretty vanilla ngl, kinda soft dom! Spencer Reid, housewife kink, breeding kink (How did that happennnn), lingerie.

You hummed around the kitchen, you looked at the time and smiled to yourself. It was 5:30pm, meaning that in thirty minutes your husband, Spencer Reid, would walk through the apartment's door. If they weren’t pulled away on a last minute case. And you were praying that wouldn’t be the case tonight.

The BAU had already been gone on a week-long case, and they just got back last night. You barely got to spend any time with your husband before the poor thing fell asleep on your couch. You missed him desperately, it was always hard, with his job. There was always the looming possibility that he would be pulled away from you for weeks on end, leaving you to your own devices.

Though for tonight, you had made a nice dinner,making use of the recipe you had gotten from Rossi when you and Spencer had married. You smiled to yourself, realizing just how much of a housewife you looked like. You worked down at a local coffee shop, Spencer's salary was surprisingly enough to keep you both comfortable but you needed something to fill the lonely days he wasn’t with you. Besides, extra money never hurt anyone, you used your paycheck for luxury items for both you and spence, while he went to keep you in the apartment.

You set the table then walked to the living room, which was closest to the door and you waited for Spencer's return. You laughed at yourself when you realized that you were akin to a dog waiting for its owner to return but that's how you felt.

The second you heard the door unlock you were jumping up from your spot on the couch, the book in your hands immediately forgotten, Spencer wasn’t even through the door before you were pouncing on him, You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you kissed him senseless.

“Well- mmf- Hello- mm~ to you too.” Spencer's arms held you up as he walked through the threshold of your apartment, kicking the door shut.

“Missed you.” you mumbled, fingers tangling in his wild hair, you captured him in a desperate kiss, making sure you hadn’t fallen asleep waiting for him to arrive.

“Missed you too, my darling.” Spencer smiled softly, letting you love on him, it was definitely welcomed, especially after being away from you for so long. As he breathed the air around him in he noticed something,

“Did you cook dinner?” You nodded excitedly,

“I finally put the recipe Rossi gave to us at the wedding to good use! I swear I need a whole cookbook of that man's recipes-” You continued to ramble as Spencer put you down, his arms growing tired, you took hold of one of his hands as you led him into the kitchen.

Spencer couldn't help but look at you lovingly, you had been home all day, run to the grocery store because he knew you did not have the ingredients for the recipe Rossi gave to you on hand. And then, you slaved over the stove for god knows how long to make him dinner for when he got home.

He couldn’t help the flutter in his chest when he sat down at the table with you, a plate full of food already waiting for him. It was so domestic and he absolutely adored it.

“My little housewife…” he mumbled, before digging into the food you had presented before him, moaning at the taste, coming home to his drop dead gorgeous wife jumping into his arms, then eating the delicious food she prepared is definitely what he needed after the week he had.

You looked up at him from the food you had been eagerly waiting to actually get your hands on and eat,

“What was that babe?” you asked, you had caught a little of him said, ‘my’ and ‘house’ being the only things you managed to makeout, Spencer could be extremely quiet when he wanted.

Spencer looked up from his respectful plate and shook his head,

“Hm? Nothing, it’s not important.”

“No, no, no, what did you say?”

Spencer smiled sheepishly before getting the brilliant idea of stuffing his face full of food to avoid admitting to you that he had called you his housewife, he wasn’t sure what your reaction would be, despite being with you for five years and him being a profiler it was always hard to gauge your reactions. He blames the fact he’s wildly in love with you, it acts as some sort of shield from his profiling skills. And he was just too fucking embarrased to actually admit it.

You huff realizing you're not gonna get it out of him while he has something to change the subject with.

After dinner you had decided to watch a movie, cuddled into Spencer's side on the couch. You had put on a horror movie, which you definitely were not paying attention to, and you doubt Spencer was either, you were just basking in the knowledge you were next to each other, instead of being miles apart.

You glanced down at his watch realizing it was close to midnight.

“Shit, it’s almost midnight.” You said, moving to get up. Spencer moves his arm that was slung over your shoulder.

“Gonna get ready for bed?” he asks you, and you nod, standing up.

“Yeah but I'm probably not gonna fall asleep for another few hours.” Your husband nods in understanding,

“I’ll be in there in a little bit” You nod again smiling, leaning down to peck Spencer on the lips before you move towards your shared bedroom. You were in the bathroom that connected to your bedroom when Spencer came in. You were brushing your hair, not wanting to deal with the unbearable knots that form in the morning.

You picked out a silky babydoll nightgown, it was purple, and just so happened to be Spencer's favorite nightgown that you owned. You were going to get what Spencer said out of him whether he likes it or not.

“Hey Spence…” you call, getting his attention, he was already in pajamas reading a book in the bed, like usually is.

“Yes?” he calls back, turning his attention away from the book he had in his hands. Before dropping it to the side entirely. “Really? The nightgown?” He asks, eyes scanning you up and down.

“What do you mean the nightgown…?” Spencer smirks at you.

“Sweetheart, you only wear that nightgown on our anniversary or when you really want to get something out of me.”

“Well…not my fault it works getting information out of you.” You cross your arms under your breasts, the nightgown already accentuates your curves, along with your breasts, other than the color that was the reason why it was Spencer's favorite, it showed off his favorite parts of you.

He groaned when he realized what you were doing.

“That's why it works, you're the definition of temptation when you wear it.”

You smirk, walking towards the bed while swaying your hips, Spencer's eyes were trained on you, you knew exactly how to get what you wanted out of him. You slowly slid yourself onto his lap, making sure you kept eye contact with him. Once you were fully settled onto his lap Spencer attempted to put his hands on your waist but you caught his wrists before he could.

“Nu-uh no touching, you get to touch when you tell me what you said earlier.” you tell him, and he groaned again.

“Evil woman, you know how to exactly get what you want from me, don’t you?” You smile at him, “Spill it, doctor Reid”

“God you are evil.” Spencer smiles. “I uh- I called you my housewife…just you cooking, waiting for me to come home…it's so domestic, the thought just slipped out.” You hummed, leaning down to kiss up his neck, leaving bruises in your wake, you released his wrists in favor of balancing yourself on his chest. His hands went to rest on your waist.

“That's it? Not really embarrassing.”

“You weren’t even meant to hear it.” Spencers hands moved from your waist to your ass, and buried his face in your neck. “I really should burn this nightgown, you get the upper hand too easily.”

You gasp when you feel his hands squeeze your ass “I’m more surprised you haven’t ripped it yet-!” you squeal when he changes the position, swapping you so you're on your back and he’s towering over you, he places his knee so it's in between your thighs.

“I’ve definitely thought about it…” He mumbles into your neck, his hands sliding the bottom of the nightgown up to bunch around your hips, his knee presses into your center, you have no doubts he can feel a damp spot in your panties.

“Spencer…” you whimpered, feeling his lips trace the column of your neck, he liked to take his time with you, especially after you decided to tease him.

He tugged the nightgown down to free your breasts, thanking the heavens that it didn’t take too much effort. He moved his head so he was leveled with your breasts, his mouth wrapping around one of your nipples. You shivered at the sensation. Spencer was obsessed with your boobs, he could spend hours just sucking on them if you’d let him.

His tongue circled your nipple, and his other hand came up to pinch and pull at the other, soft moans flying out of your mouth at your husband's ministrations. Spencer spent a generous amount of time on one before he moved to give his attention to the other, giving both of your breasts equal treatment.

“Spencer please, don’t tease-”

“Baby, you're the one who decided to tease me first.” He tells you, breaking away from your breasts, deciding he was done anyway. He rucks up the bottom of the nightgown, exposing the matching lace panties.

“Why do you even bother to wear panties with this thing, you should know I get them off of you the second you give me the chance” He pulls the lace down your legs, flinging them somewhere in the room.

You shrug, “I don’t know either sometimes.”

Spencer pulls down his pajama pants and boxers enough to let his cock free. And you can feel your mouth water at the sight. Spencer had probably the most perfect cock you’ve seen, He was long but not to the point it was painful, and he had the perfect amount of girth to just to make you feel full.

He drags the head of his cock through your lips, coating it in your wetness, letting it catch on your clit a few times. You throw your head back and moan.

“Been thinking about this all week, been thinking about you all week” You tell him, moaning again when he finally sinks himself into your hole.

“Yeah?” He smirks, starting to slowly thrust in and out, he would pull out enough to where just the tip stayed in you, before slamming himself back into you. “What were you thinking about sweetheart?”

“Just- fuck- this, you, your cock filling me up, filling me with your cum- Fuck!” He made a calculated thrust into your g-spot, he can find and play with your body with terrifying precision.

“Really? Want me to fill you up, darling? Maybe we should try for a baby this time, hm? That way I can just keep you plugged up all day…” Spencer's thrusts became more steady, he kept a harsh rhythm, making sure to hit your g-spot with each one.

You moaned loudly, nodding quickly.

“Spencer! Please, shit, yes!”

“Yeah? Want to make me a daddy? Be my cute, pregnant, housewife?” he asked, and you nodded, his thrusted were deep and quick, he knew exactly how to force you close to the edge, paired with the fact you refuse to get off without him, he had you hurtling to the edge quicker than you’d like.

“Spencer, I’m gonna cum, please, please!”

“I am too sweetheart, just hold it a little longer, I’m so close baby” Spencer buried his face into your neck, he got vocal when he got close, and he liked using your body as a way to muffle his own moans.

“Spence no- Wanna hear you please-” Spencer lifted his head, putting his forehead against yours, moans falling from both of your mouths.

“I’m so close, you gonna cum with me baby?” One of Spencer's hands moved in between your bodies, his thumb rubbing tight circles into your clit. You nodded, feeling the tension tightening in your stomach.

“Shit- Fuck, please hurry Spence, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it!” You threw your head back into your pillows, eyes screwed shut, focusing on not cumming too early. Spencer laced his hands through yours, hips desperately chasing his own release.

“Now, fuck, cum now!” His words were enough to have the tension in your stomach snap, your cunt spazzing and tightening around his cock. Your orgasm is what tipped him over the edge, with one last thrust Spencer buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with his cum.

After a few minutes all that was left in the room was the sound of your rugged breathing, you’re pretty sure you’ve ascended to heaven, after a week of being pent up and how powerful your orgasm was you’re confident that it killed you.

Spencer had collapsed on top of you, catching his breath. He looked up at you, resting his head on your chest. You smiled back, hands coming up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Welcome home, Spence.”

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ncityprincess · 1 month ago

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Forever Home 🏠

Smut | MDNI

WC: 2.7K+

Plot: Long-term couple Johnny and Y/N share a delicious dinner and reminisce about all the good times they’ve shared in their soon-to-be old apartment.

*This couple is from the same universe as Nighttime Routine, the Big three-oh, and the Dad Johnny series so feel free to read those too, but they’re not required reading 🙂‍↔️*

Mentions: dirty talk, oral fixation, breeding kink, strength kink, size kink (come on it’s Johnny)

“Woah!”

Your fiancé did a little happy dance as he tasted the chicken he’d been working on for the past 20 minutes. Tonight, you two were trying a new chicken thigh recipe, and judging by the tall man’s enthusiasm, it was a hit.

“It’s good huh,” You teased, glancing up from your salad prep.

“Here, come try.” Johnny speared a piece of chicken on his fork, blowing away the steam. You paused, eager for a taste test, and bounced over, always up for sampling his cooking.

You savored the perfectly seasoned bite. “Mmm…” you hummed, delighted. The chicken was juicy, and tender, with just the right kick of spice. “Oh my God, this Harissa seasoning? Definitely staying in the rotation.”

Johnny grinned, nodding in agreement as he turned off the stove and started plating the food. Meanwhile, you resumed tossing the salad, whisking together a quick homemade dressing.

Peaceful moments like these made you appreciate the relationship you and Johnny had cultivated. It was the mundane, casual moments that truly warmed your heart the most. Not needing to fill silence with fluff and noise—just enjoying the comfort of each other's presence.

“Red or white tonight, my love,” Johnny asked, interrupting your quiet thoughts.

“Mm, let’s do red tonight.”

After the table was set and you both had everything you needed, you finally sat down to dig in. The two of you engaged in some light conversation, gushing over how good the meal turned out, as well as what types of things you both got up to at work.

“I only had one client call today, so luckily I was finally able to finish cleaning out the hall closet. Thank God for remote work, one less thing we have to do this month.”

“Wooo, you rock babe thank you. That project took way longer than it needed to. How can two people rack up so much junk,” Johnny laughed before taking a bite of salad.

“Well, we had our suitcases, old college junk, your skateboard, my yoga mat, your endless supply of nerdy tech stuff, my totally not out of control shoe collection…We had our whole lives in that closet babe. That, and we’ve already lived in this building for six years. That’s a lot of time to collect a bunch of junk.”

“Well, I for one very much enjoyed accumulating all that junk with you, m’lady. And I can’t wait to collect even more junk with you in our new place.” Johnny punctuated his statement with a heaping bite of chicken.

You shook your head at his silliness. “Wow, how romantic honey. But I’m honestly so ready for our forever home. This market is so volatile,” you pouted. Johnny looked at you with warm eyes, wanting to kiss the pout right off your face…

You both had been house hunting for a lot longer than you had anticipated. Turns out, buying a house wasn’t as simple as they made it seem on HGTV. It wasn’t a straightforward choice between three gorgeous homes, it was sifting through piles of renovation nightmares and out-of-budget fantasies.

Each house was either too small, too outdated, didn’t have enough character, or had too many zeros attached to the price tag. Each viewing left you more disappointed than the last. Johnny, ever the optimist, always assured you that the right one would come along eventually. “What’s meant for us can’t skip us, baby.”

After dinner, you continued your normal routine of washing the dishes and putting the leftovers away. The faint smell of chicken and spices lightly lingered in the air. The calming energy of the kitchen filled you with a sense of peace.

“Oh, by the way, I picked up a little something from your favorite bakery on the way home. Check the fridge.” Johnny nodded toward the refrigerator before sitting back down. Even though your tummy was stuffed, your ears perked up at the thought of your favorite treat patiently waiting for you.

Johnny smiled fondly at the way you skipped toward the fridge and all but broke the door off its hinges to retrieve the dessert. You grabbed two spoons and plopped down onto Johnny’s empty lap. His strong hands moved to massage your hips and upper thighs while you opened the pink dessert box, eager to dig in.

But to your surprise and mild disappointment, it wasn't your delicious strawberry cheesecake, but instead, a silver key that you had never seen before. The key sparkled beautifully under the overhead light.

You stared at the box dumbfounded, turning to look at Johnny. His eyes held lighthearted mischief and he chuckled yet again, placing a soft kiss on top of your head.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked gently against your ear.

“…not my favorite strawberry cheesecake in the whole wide world?”

“Remember the place we looked at a few weeks back? The one we had our hearts set on, but another family placed a higher bid? Turns out their offer fell through. The house is ours, baby. We move in at the end of the month.”

The realization finally hit and you squealed, wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck. “You mean the one with the gorgeous sunroom and the little koi fish pond!?”

Johnny squeezed your hip. “Uh-huh, that’s the one. The one with just enough space to get started on that family we’ve always wanted. It all worked out perfectly baby.”

“Oh honey, I love you so much. Thank you! I can’t believe we’re gonna be homeowners!” You peppered a million smooches all over Johnny’s face, overcome with the joy of what the next chapter will bring.

“I love you. I’m so lucky to be able to experience this moment with you.”

You nuzzled yourself deeper into Johnny, suddenly feeling sentimental. “We’ve shared so many memories in this little apartment. It’s kind of bittersweet to be leaving”

“Yeah, we sure have…remember the time you flooded the bathroom. Maintenance was pisssssed,” Johnny teased.

You gasped and lightly pressed your pointer finger into his chest. “Well, do you remember the time you burned our Thanksgiving turkey?! We had to leave our windows open in the dead of winter to air out the smoke,” you teased right back.

“How could I forget, my mom never lets me live that one down.” You laughed and ran your hands through his silky strands absentmindedly.

“Remember when we got that terrible snowstorm that knocked the power out of the whole city? We were snowed in for days, and had to snuggle for warmth.”

“Goodness, I swore my fingers and toes were going to fall off,” you reminisced with a light laugh. “The electric bill was cheaper that month, but at what cost?”

You both chuckled at the memory, the glow of shared experience warming the space between you. The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft hum of the dishwasher.

Johnny’s gaze lingered on you, a quiet contentment settling over him. The longer he sat there, the more he became aware of how warm your body felt pressed against his. The memory of huddling for warmth now had a different meaning — not out of necessity, but out of comfort. He liked the way you instinctively nuzzled into him every so often, your soft curves fitting perfectly against his body.

His fingers traced idle patterns along your side, as though savoring the present moment. You felt the subtle shift in his energy, his touch growing more intentional, lingering.

“What kind of memories do you wanna make in the new house baby?”

Something about the way the tone of his voice hit your most sensitive parts lets you know that the energy of the moment was about to shift.

“Hm,” you pondered, letting the statement linger in the air.

Johnny wasted no time letting you know where his mind was at. “Because I think I wanna make some really dirty memories in our new bedroom. What do you think?” His hand slid up the front of your soft stomach, making you squirm.

“I guess we could make that happen. But who says we have to wait till we get to the new house?”

Johnny looked down at you pleasantly stunned, while your eyes held sensual mischief.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh Missy? You gonna be my bold girl tonight?”

You answered his question with a kiss on his pillowy lips, letting out a gentle moan when he pressed his tongue against yours. Johnny deepened the kiss and placed a strong hand on the back of your neck. You fought the urge to get on your knees right under the dinner table and get to work.

“Baby. Take me. To bed,” you breathed out in between kisses. Those were the magic words Johnny needed to hear.

“Say less.”

Johnny pushed the chair back and gathered you into his arms, making a beeline for the bedroom. You squealed as he tossed you back onto the bed, taking your breath away in the best way possible.

You gathered your bearings and flipped onto your hands and knees, crawling to where Johnny stood at the foot of the bed. You pawed at his sweatpants, silently gesturing him to pull them down and reveal himself to you. He smirked down at you and gladly fulfilled your request.

“You gonna suck me off real good baby? Huh?” You nodded and took his half-erect member into your hands. You began to stroke him slowly, closing your eyes in pleasure when he let out a guttural groan. Johnny gently rocked his hips against your hand a few times, throwing his head back in relief.

Your hand roamed along the length of his cock, and you admired how warm and muscular it felt against your hand. Your mouth watered at the thought of feeling the heaviness of him against your tongue.

You couldn’t wait any longer and bent forward to take Johnny into your mouth. “F-uck baby that’s it,” he stuttered out. His affirming words encouraged you to give him the best head you could muster at the moment.

You let your tongue swirl around his tip for a few more moments before taking a deep breath through your nose. You took his length deeper into your throat, the action making you gag and produce little messy slivers of saliva. Johnny bit down on his bottom lip and gently pet the top of your head as if to say, good girl.

It brought you so much pleasure to satisfy your man like this. He always poured so much love and attention into you, and this was one of your favorite ways to pour it back into him. Each of his grunts and groans filled you up with exhilarating pride.

You wrapped your fist around the bottom of his shaft while you let your mouth do the rest of the work, suctioning and brushing your lips against him. Your back was fully arched, and you swore you were getting more wet by the minute…

Johnny took one last look into your wide, lust-filled eyes that were silently begging for more praise. His hips stuttered insatiably, then he pulled out of your mouth completely. Entranced and reeling, you sat back onto your heels and pouted up at him. Already fucked out and needy.

“Don’t look at me like that. You were gonna make me blow, woman.”

“Yeah well that was kinda the point, buddy.” You wiped the residual saliva and salty precum from your lips breathlessly, proud of your literal handiwork.

“Calling me buddy while my dick is out is crazy.”

“Ok John, just fuck me already please, and thank you,” you whined, growing uncomfortable at the way your panties stuck to your dripping pussy.

Johnny grinned, stepping out of his sweatpants completely and tossing his shirt over his head. “That can be arranged.”

Johnny grabbed your ankle and yanked you closer to him, peeling your tiny pajama set and panties off. You lay underneath his looming figure, feeling submissive and completely at home all at the same time.

This was the man you were going to spend the rest of forever with.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, pretty girl?” Johnny slowly parted your thighs, bringing you back into the moment.

“How much I love doing life with you,” you answered sincerely.

Johnny’s heart swelled, and he pressed an affectionate kiss against the arch of your foot. He took his throbbing length in his hand and slid it against your slippery folds. You let out a soft sigh, bucking your hips greedily. Your body was more than ready to take him in.

He finally slipped into you, letting his jaw drop in sweet relief. “Agh, fuckin’ love you so much, babe. You don’t even know.”

“I do,” you quipped, wrapping your legs around his midsection. You arched your pelvis up against his, letting him get as deep inside you as possible.

“Do you though,” Johnny teased, building up a nice steady rhythm. He loved the way your needy hands traveled up the front of your body to grab onto your bouncing boobs.

“Mmm, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” you moaned with a twinkle in your eye, enjoying the way his tip kissed your walls. Johnny shoved your hot body down onto his dick with each harsh thrust.

You always loved how athletic and strong Johnny was. He never made a big deal about it, but his natural athleticism always came out in the bedroom. He was so sweet and gentle with you normally, but you loved being tossed into whatever position and going along for the ride.

Johnny gently caressed your cheek, admiring your gorgeous, flushed face and the way it displayed a look of pleasure. The small, but romantic gesture juxtaposed the way his hips crashed into yours.

Something indescribable washed over you as Johnny brushed his thumb against your soft lips. You were overcome with erotic feelings and eagerly took the thick digit into your mouth, closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

You held onto his wrist with both hands as you moaned around his thumb, letting your tongue swirl around it like you did with his cock earlier.

Johnny thought you looked picturesque like this. He didn’t know how he got blessed with someone as gorgeous as you, but he thanked every single higher power known to man.

He silently wished he could capture this beautiful moment with his film camera, but nothing could ever truly capture how stunning you were like his own two eyes. You looked up at him with a half-lidded gaze, the seductive look making him slightly falter inside of you.

“My pretty baby, always such a good girl. Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned out in agreement. He made it so easy to be a good girl for him. He gave you everything you wanted and always spoke to you so gently…

“That’s the first thing I wanna do when we move to the new house you know? Wanna fuck you nice and deep. Just like this. Do you want that too?”

Your grip on his hand tightened as your jaw went slack, moaning out a whiny “yes.”

“Wouldn’t it be kind of crazy if I got you pregnant the first night we moved in? Fuck—“ Johnny groaned before taking a strong hold on your hips, picking up the pace to send you both over the edge.

Your breathy moans picked up in time with each harsh snap of Johnny’s hips. “Fuck baby I’m right there,” you moaned desperately, digging your heels into his toned back.

“What do you think will come first: the wedding or the baby? Guess we’ll find out won’t we?”

You were still very much on the pill, both of you agreeing to stay semi-safe until the wedding day. But the sexiness of the fantasy and the way Johnny was talking had you ready to go to the courthouse tomorrow morning.

Johnny slipped his hand in between your bodies to play with your clit, making you finally tip over the edge. You let out the prettiest sounds as you let go, and moments later you heard Johnny let out some deep sounds of his own.

Johnny pulled out and grunted as he tugged his dick a few more times, sprinkling milky droplets of cum onto your lower tummy. You both caught your breath and came back down to earth. The hot, steamy atmosphere of the room felt like warm satisfaction on your skin.

You looked down at the residual product of your love on your stomach and scooped some of the liquid onto your pointer finger and into your mouth. Johnny caught the dirty action and groaned, exhausted but still so turned on by you.

“Jeez, babe what’s with all this finger stuff today? You’re killing me.”

You giggled and shrugged, showing off the finger you just licked clean. “You deprived me of my strawberry cheesecake, I needed something sweet. What’s a girl to do?”

A look of remembrance flashed over Johnny’s face and he suddenly sprang out of bed, naked as the day he was born.

“What are you doing, weirdo,” you exclaimed and plopped back against the pillows. You heard faint movements coming from the kitchen, followed by quick footsteps coming back to the bedroom. Johnny emerged from the kitchen with one of your Tupperware containers and two spoons. He jumped in bed next to you and opened the container.

Your beautiful strawberry cheesecake was staring back at you in all of its deliciousness.

The end 💋

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eveningspringbreeze · 4 months ago

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A First Step, Towards Friendship

Season: Spring (ES!! second year)

Characters: Kohaku, Hiiro, Madara

Hiiro and Kohaku: Nom nom….

Hiiro: Ah, I accidentally got some on the table. Could you get a wipe, Kohaku-san?

Kohaku: ‘Course, here ya go. Ya gotta open yer mouth big an’ wide so that ya don't spill crumbs.

Hiiro: Thank you, I’ll take note of that!

Kohaku: (...He looks ‘bout as normal a boy as they come when he’s eatin’ breakfast, huh)

(The Hiiro-han I saw durin’ Matrix astonished me so much that I can’t help but incessantly worry away just from bein’ near him)

(He disciplines in a way that dredges up memories of my sisters… or particularly, the way he made us prepare for all kinds o’ things)

(He dived headfirst into playin’ villain just so Crazy:B could secure the first win)

(There sure were lotsa things happenin’ in the Amagi village, but by far my biggest shocker would be…)

Hiiro: Umu. Today’s bread was baked wonderfully. It was so delicious. Maybe I should get seconds?

Kohaku: (whispering) With that face, he follows every rule to an absolute. He forces everyone to follow them with him, an’ any opposition turns him into a terrifyin’ lad)

(Like say, were there to be a rule that determined that all breakfasts shall be bread, what would Hiiro-han do?)

(Would he even go as far as to tell me, who’s currently eatin’ rice, to have bread instead?)

Phew. I got so caught up with these stupid ideas that simply eatin’ breakfast took far too long.

???: I’m hooooome!!!! ☆ I’m so thirsty after running!

Kohaku: Mm… no doubt, that’s Madara-han’s voice. G’mornin’.

Madara: Ohh, if it isn’t Kohaku-san! Goooood morniiiiing! ☆

Kohaku: Yer always so damn loud.

Anyhow, there’s somethin’ I wanted to ask…

Would ya rather have rice or bread for breakfast?

Madara: …Hmm? That’s quite the unexpected question.

Have you been wondering about what food I like? I’m so happy to hear that ♪

Kohaku: Ah, no, this ain’t the type o’ question that should be thrillin’ ya. Not like I’ll die without yer answer anyhow.

Madara: Now now, don't be shy and say it with your chest! "I'm dyin' to make breakfast for Madara-han", right? ♪

Kohaku: Who’s sayin’ what? And the same goes to you. Rather than "accidentally" pullin’ it outta me, can'tcha just ask directly? Y'know, "Why is Kohaku-san asking me something like this, hmm?"

Anyhow, I’ll explain… I was eatin’ with Hiiro-han just now.

So we were in the Matrix project, where this an’ that happened… Now, I’ve got this slightly odd relationship with Hiiro-han.

Madara: Mmhm. I see, I get the situation now.

Oh, to think that Kohaku-san would consult me for relationship advice ♪

Mama’s delighted! Moved beyond words! So happy, in fact, that I feel inclined to ruffle Kohaku-san’s head ☆

Kohaku: Uwaah!? Stop!

Actually, what’s with this weirdass attitude? Are ya makin’ fun of me, ya jerk?

Madara: Hahaha, who’s to say?

Anyway. Personally, I’d say that becoming friends with Hiiro-san could alleviate much of your worries, Kohaku-san.

Kohaku: Friends?

Madara: Yep. For example… if Hiiro-san were to invite you to a meal, you wouldn’t turn him down, right?

Kohaku: Well, I ‘spose so. We were eatin’ together earlier too.

Madara: Then, let’s extend it from within the Starmony dorms to ES as a whole. What would you do if he asked you to go shopping with him? Turn him down?

Kohaku: Maybe if I had other plans… ‘sides that, I don’t see a reason to not go.

Madara: Yep. So basically, you two are already on pretty decent terms.

But what would you consider Hiiro-san to be to you?

Is he an acquaintance from a different unit? Or perhaps someone close to a good friend of yours? …Try taking a step back to reevaluate.

Kohaku: That’s true. Who knows whether or not Rabu-han an’ I have the same thoughts on this person.

Madara: I’m also assuming that, since whatever happened during Matrix, your thoughts on him have complicated since.

You two may be on relatively good terms, but with your perspective, it seems you can’t quite put a good name to your relationship.

And that’s exactly why if you were able to get to a point where you could start calling him a “friend”, you could reforge your relationship with him entirely.

Kohaku: Woah… I’d never expected you to give such sound advice.

Madara: ….That’s odd. I’m supposed to be your older senpai with plenty of life experience under my belt, no?

Kohaku: My bad. I just didn’t expect the friendless Madara-han to be the one advisin’ me on makin’ friends.

Madara: Hrm… what was that about me making fun of you earlier?

Kohaku: Ahaha! ‘Course, I think I can do this with yer idea. Thank ya kindly ♪

Now, I’ll call Hiiro-han right away—

Hiiro: This… is a store selling idol merchandise, yes?

Did you want to come to this store with me, Kohaku-san?

Kohaku: It must’ve been a doozy to be called an’ brought here so suddenly, sorry ‘bout that.

I was just glad to have gotten in touch with ya… but the only spot I can think for bringin’ “friends” is this idol goods store. (2)

Hiiro: “Friends”?

Kohaku: Mmhm. I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout wantin’ to be such with ya, Hiiro-han.

I thought of talkin’ it out with fists too, since I reckon that a playfight could bring us closer.

Hiiro: With fists? Playfight?

Kohaku: Ah, I’m just talkin’ to myself. Don’t worry ‘bout that.

…So far, I believe you and I’ve been toddlin’ along on just “being on decent terms”.

What do you think ‘bout callin’ each other “friends” from now on?

We’ve even worked together as one unit before, so how ‘bout we continue workin' together?

I’d never really tried to make friends before, so I may slip an’ say weird things from time to time. If that’s okay with you…. how about it?

Hiiro: ….Umu! I’d love to, Kohaku-san!

Kohaku: Really?

Hiiro: Of course ♪ You’re a close friend of Aira’s, so I assumed that the two of us were already friends.

But now that I think about it, I never did walk up to you and go, “let’s be friends!”, did I?

From now on, as newfound friends… I’ll be in your care, Kohaku-san ♪

Kohaku: Ahaha, shakin’ hands as proof of our friendship, huh. What a nice feelin’ ♪

I planned on the two of us just goin’ shopping as friends, but I’d like ta hear more ‘bout ya, Hiiro-han.

Do you have any other friends, like Hinata-han? What hobbies do you have, and what do ya usually talk about? Can ya tell me?

Hiiro: Of course! Let’s shop and chat away!

Kohaku: Thanks, Hiiro-han. As friends, from now on… I’ll be in yer care ♪

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Translation Notes

Callback to Aira's FS1 4* story, "Novices in Friendship", where Aira brings Kohaku to presumably the exact same merch store.

Thank you for reading! This is not proofread at the moment, but this was such a cute story that I had to translate it!! ^^

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #kohaku oukawa #hiiro amagi #madara mikejima #i missed you. double face

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angelocyeanic · 3 months ago

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pomegranates & blindfolds.

toji, like usual, was late.

you sit on the floor of your shared apartment, grumbling intently to yourself as you pick apart a pomegranate, dropping the fruity seeds into a bowl beside you. you pause to taste one, letting the red fruit pop in your mouth and trickle down your throat.

"baby!" you hear a shout from the other room. you ignore it, continuing your mindless task as your boyfriend enters the bedroom.

"hi pretty girl," he says, dropping his bags by the door and moving closer to you. he drops to his knees behind you, letting his arms fall around your waist and pressing delicate kisses against your shoulder. "missed you s'much."

"mm," is all that you respond with. you're irritated. "you were supposed to be home four hours ago."

you feel his shoulders sag and his breathing stutter. "i know, baby, i'm sorry. it's just- we had-" he stops himself. "i'm sorry."

"i cut up a pomegranate for you," you say after a moment, finally turning to look at him.

"i can see that." he kisses your cheek. "hungry?"

you shake your head. "i ate."

"any leftovers?"

"on a plate in the microwave for you."

you hear him retreat into the other room, then come back a few minutes later with a plate of the food you made. "this is delicious, sweetheart, thank you."

you nod at him, still concentrated at your task at hand.

"you look like you're having fun with that," he jokes. "can i try?"

you hum a "yes" and take a couple seeds. he opens his mouth, and you lay them on his tongue, watching as he closes his mouth again and tastes the pomegranate, eyes glued to your red-stained finger tips.

"that's good," he says after a minute of chewing. "really good, actually."

"i'm glad you think so," you say, smiling. "this one is from the tree i've been growing. i think it did pretty well, yeah?"

toji nods. "you know what would make them even better?"

you glance up, curious, only to be met with a handsome grin. "why are you looking at me like that?" you ask.

"lie down, pretty."

reluctantly, you do as he says, letting him pull your shirt off and unclasp your bra quickly before. he lifts you up with ease, placing you directly on the center of the bed.

you giggle as he slips his tie off, gently covering your eyes with it. "what are you doing, toji?" you ask, feeling him drag his fingers down your legs.

"just relax, baby."

you hear shuffling beside you, and all of a sudden, you feel something liquid-y drip onto your thigh. it's only there for a few moments, because a second after, you feel toji lap it up with his tongue. he moves up your body like this, landing on your bare stomach and letting a little more of the liquid fall over you. he groans as he tastes. "this and you together - god - tastes so fucking good."

you moan quietly as he moves up your body, finally pausing as he drips the liquid onto your nipples, sucking it off. you gasp, fingers moving to his hair. with the blindfold on, you love the feeling of not knowing how, or when, or where your boyfriend was going to touch you. your hips jerk up as one of his fingers gently traces your lower lips up and down over your sweatpants.

"i wanna see you," you whine, half playfully and half not. you hear toji laugh to himself as he pulls the blindfold off. you glance down at your body, which now has faint pink streaks covering it.

"what . . .?" you look over at toji, whose lips are flushed a bright red, and has the bowl of pomegranates in hand. your eyes widen in realization, and you look down at your reddened nipples, which one hand of his is still tweaking and tugging at gently.

you moan softly. "make love to me toji, yeah?"

he nods. you move to take the bowl from him to set it on your bedside table, but he shakes his head, pulling them away. "uh-uh, i'm not done with these yet. we have a long night to go, baby."

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vonlycsnn · 3 months ago

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Hello! May I request a Von lycaon x Gn Reader who is blind but has a optimistic personality? One who uses to love the simple things in life like feeling the sun, taking walks and enjoying any meals

Thank you so much! ♡

Have a nice day •u<~☆

♡ — A RAY OF SUNSHINE

~ VON LYCAON X BLIND (GN) READER.

SUMMARY: You spend your usual morning with your lover, Lycaon. He can't help but appreciate how optimistic you are despite your disability.

cw/tw: none.

A/N: I love this idea so much! I tried to do as much research as i possibly could for this, so my sincere apologies if i got anything wrong. Thank you for the kind words and for the request, I hope you enjoy reading this!

Faint footsteps can be heard approaching your bedroom. Soon after, the door gently opened. It made a quiet but noticeable squeak. But you were too deep in your sleep to hear any of it. The footsteps walked across the room and stopped.

Clawed hands grabbed the curtains and drew them open, revealing the morning view outside. You were suddenly hit by the sensation of warmth on your bare skin. You whined in protest. Knowing exactly what that meant.

You opened your eyes to see the blurry environment around you, folding the pillow you were laying on as a way to tell your beloved butler that you didn't want to get up just yet.

You hear a chuckle from your left ear, the bed sheets folded as you felt someone sitting on the edge of the bed. Then you felt someone breathing close to your neck; you couldn't help but giggle at how it feels.

"It's time to wake up, dear." Lycaon whispered.

You adjusted your position to face him, trying your best find his face with your hands. He chuckled once more and guided your hands to his fluffy cheeks. Immediately after you moved your fingers to feel his fur, he smiled.

"Mm...enjoying yourself?" The thiren asked. You merely nodded as you were still too sleepy to say anything just yet. You felt something brush against your legs, assuming that it's Lycaon's tail wagging.

You kept running your fingers against his fur for what seemed like minutes until you felt arms behind your back, lifting you up from your land of peace. "Lycaon nooo..." You lazily protested.

"Come on now. I've made you breakfast, fresh and warm for you to enjoy." He explains as he approaches the dining room.

The dining table was neatly organized, and the floors were spotless—a perfect start to your day. Oh, if only you could appreciate the effort he has put into cleaning this area...

He carefully put you down and guided you to your seat. As soon as you sat down, you smelt a delicious scent in front of you. You couldn't help but smile big when you realized what it was.

"I've made your favorite; french toast with a few slices of bacon."

You heard utensils being grabbed by the thiren; a hand gently moved your head in his direction. All you could see was a blurry white figure in front of you, but nevertheless you smiled softly.

"Open your mouth, love."

You obliged, happily receiving the food he's feeding you. Once you tasted the sweetness of the French toast and the salty bacon, you felt like you were sent to heaven. Lycaon's cooking is always so good.

As he was feeding you, he begins to reminisce about the past. Back when the two of you were merely friends.

—

"Master, you mustn't walk too far."

You heard him warning you; all you gave him was a smile and a giggle. One step...two step...You walked forward. Shoes removed to feel the concrete floor beneath your foot, and the cold air touched your face gently...It was soothing.

"Don't worry, Lycaon. I'm just going to stay right here." You assured him. His mouth opened, clearly wanting to say something, but he didn't. He merely stood there, waiting for you to finish your moment.

"The rooftop of this building...it's my favorite. Open spaces like these in general are a delight to be in."

You closed your eyes, strengthening your other senses. Being blind is not easy by any means. You remember the day you cried your eyes out as a child over the fact that you couldn't recognize simple shapes and figures.

Your parents did everything in their power to help you; of course you were grateful for their efforts. But they knew that someday they couldn't help you anymore; that's why they hired the best servant they know: Von Lycaon from Victoria Housekeeping Co.

Someone who could help you with everyday needs, someone who could keep you safe from the dangers of the outside world—you were truly thankful for all he has done.

Despite your early disappointments and everyday struggles, you learned to accept how you are and enjoy your life with the things you already had. You were born with this condition. You couldn't change anything, and that's okay, even if you wanted to enjoy life like the rest of the world.

The thiren stayed silent, admiring you from afar. You were always the cheerful type, but hearing you say such optimistic words despite the disability you were given with...it was inspiring.

Lycaon smiled, and he walked towards you. You felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Then I'll bring you here more frequently if you'd like." Lycaon suggested.

You smiled big, nodding vigorously.

You couldn't be happier.

#n-writes #zenless zone zero #zzz #zzzero #zzz lycaon #zenless zone zero x reader #zzz x reader #von lycaon #von lycaon x reader #this week has been a mess for me but im glad to finally write again :')#lycaon x reader

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a-hazbin-reader · 9 months ago

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How do you think Alastor would react to being called cute, hot etc.along those lines

Like how would it make him feel? Pre-Wifey. Like it’s Wifey, but she ain’t wifey yet lol

Wifey rizzing up her man??? 👀

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being TORTURED, Reader has that WIFE energy, Alastor thinks about killing someone

Description: ☝️⬆️

Alastor was a confident man who prided himself on not being taken unawares by anything or anyone

The keyword is was

But meeting you and getting to know you has completely caught him off guard because he's FALLING for you

He knew you were a dangerous woman, but he didn't realize just what sort of danger he was in

In danger of losing his HEART~

He couldn't help it, you were beautiful and witty along with a number of other fantastic qualities/talents

And when you smiled at him it made him freeze in his tracks, even the simplest eye contact made him feel flushed

But then you opened your mouth and actually spoke to him which made things so much more difficult

"You look good today, Alastor~ Did you do something different? Very debonair~"

He wonders if you're torturing him like this on purpose, if you know how he feels about you

But he does his best to remain unfazed, or at least not let you see how your words affect him

"I can't say I've done anything new, but I appreciate that someone around here notices my good looks~"

Your soft laugh makes his heart skip a beat, and he almost blushes when your fingers play with the ends of his hair

"I always notice you, Alastor."

He's at least able to wait until you leave the room to suddenly collapse on a table, steam coming out of his ears as he clutches at his chest

He would be insanely jealous if you acted this way with anyone else but you seem to reserve it all for him, something he's secretly grateful for

Even when you're drunk, you always seem to find a way to make him fluster

Alastor finds you at the bar, cheeks pink from the alcohol in your system, talking to the bartender about something

Or someone

"-he's just so handsome..! I can't get over it-"

Alastor takes a seat next to you, cutting off some random guy from taking the seat in hopes of getting an easy mark out of you

"Who's handsome now?"

He's totally not asking because he's jealous, or trying to figure out who he's going to hunt down and ki-

You hiccup and give him a drunken smile, leaning in to get in his face, which immediately makes his heart race

"You are~ Hand...some~"

Alastor can feel the heat rushing up to his face as you poke his nose before clumsily leaning back to get your drink

Okay, you've definitely had enough to drink

"I think you've had enough for tonight, let's get you home, my dear."

You whine and pout as he drags you out of the bar, only complying when he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady

He hopes that you're too drunk to remember the way he blushes the entire way home with you, holding you tight

It doesn't help that you're so snuggly when you're drunk, nuzzling your head under his chin

He almost explodes when he manages to pry you off of him and lay you down on your bed only for you to stare at him with glassy eyes

"Mm...that's hot...you're so hot~"

He rubs his hand over his face in an effort to hide the embarrassing choked sound that escapes him

"Please... just go to sleep..."

He's less sure that you're messing with him when you say things like that while drunk out of your mind

Your worst attacks are the sneak attacks that come out of nowhere for him, making it painfully obvious how much he feels for you

He's eating when you suddenly come in, rolling your eyes as you sit next to him, listening to all the little noises he makes as he eats

He can't help it, the food is delicious~

You suddenly grab a napkin and dab the corner of his mouth, giving him a small smile

"You're cute, you know that?"

He almost chokes on his food, your words along with the physical touch making his mind go blank

"C-cute!?"

Fuck, his voice cracked, making him blush uncontrollably as you obviously try not to laugh at him

"Ahem! Cute is not a proper word to describe me, I am many things, but cute isn't one of them..!"

You take his plate away from him, helping yourself to his meal as he rants about how he's not cute

"Say what you will, but I think you're a very cute man~"

He just groans and lays his head on the table, openly blushing now as he watches you eat

"I'm not... cute..."

You just laugh at him and it makes his heart beat a little faster despite his visible pouting

You're an evil woman who's torturing him for falling for you, trying to make him confess so you can tease him about it

He's sure of it...but it doesn't diminish his growing feelings for you any less

This one was so fun 😭

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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kurishiri · 3 months ago

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03 . . . don’t look at anyone but me ˗ˏˋ🪽´ˎ˗

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: darius being darius, aha.

The leader of the organization directly under the command of the German emperor, Vogel. That was Darius Vogel.

He very much resembled that of an angel that had descended on a whim when he had called for me all of a sudden——

Darius: Why, hello there, miss fairytale keeper?

When I opened the door, there sitting on the sofa was Darius, a charming smile on his lips as he greeted me with a sweet voice.

Kate: Hello, Darius. Uhm, what was it that you needed...?

They were guests who had arrived in England as a goodwill ambassador.

(So I need to make sure to retain my manners. That said... Harrison did say that they were ‘lying about something’...)

They had appeared before Crown so abruptly, so there was still a mountain of things I didn’t know about their identity.

(And because I don’t know much about them, it’s better to play it safe than be sorry later.)

Darius: Why don’t we have a chat?

Kate: ...Eh?

Darius: You see, I was thinking of deepening our relationship with everyone,

D: but it would appear that all the members of Crown are busy today. So, that’s why you are here now.

D: Ah, or do you happen to be busy as well? If so——

Kate: Oh, no, it’s alright! I have a day off today.

Darius: Is that so? I’m glad to hear. Then, care to come here, little miss robin?

Kate: I’ll do that. Thank you for having me.

No sooner did I sit on the sofa did Darius bring out a can of what appeared to be biscuits that could fetch a fortune.

Darius: Here, have some. I ended up receiving so many biscuits from the higher ups here in the castle, and I am unable to finish them.

Kate: Umm, so, is it alright for me to take all of this?

Darius: It would delight me if you could accept these, before eating all of these biscuits on my own makes my throat dry.

D: And Nica had also said, ‘You were the recipient of all these, Dari, so take some responsibility and eat it all.’ Now isn’t that just cruel?

D: Besides——I would imagine eating snacks while chatting like this would help us get along better.

D: Since we are staying here for a while anyway, I figured it would be good for us to break down some ice between us.

Just when I thought he might have been pouting, he tilted his head slightly to the side, letting a carefree smile play on his lips.

(Darius kind of reminds me... of an innocent child.)

His amiability ended up chipping away my already dwindling sense of caution.

(When he said that he wanted to ‘get along better’... it might not have been a lie.)

Kate: Well then, I will partake.

When I opened the can, the sweet aroma of the high-quality wafted through the air.

Excitement coursing through me, I grabbed a single biscuit and took a bite.

Kate: Mm, it’s really good!

Darius: ...Ho-oh?

D: Hehe, is it? I’m glad to see you like it.

With his elbow on the armrest and resting his chin lightly on the palm of his hand, he watched me stuff my cheeks with a bright smile on his face.

Kate: You’re not going to eat any, Darius?

Darius: I...

D: ...am full right now.

(Oh, I see. He did mention before that he couldn’t eat it all.)

(And he must be treated with warm hospitality by others in the castle as well.)

Kate: What kind of foods do you like?

Darius: Let’s see now... jaeger schnitzels, mille feuille glacé...

Kate: Jaeger schnit-what-now...? W-wait, could you repeat that please?

In a panic, I took out a notepad from my pocket, hoping to write it down.

Darius: Hehe, to put it simply, I enjoy foods that seem hard to make, and just as hard to obtain.

(So, foods that take a long time to make and require a lot of skill are delicious to him?)

Kate: Oh, so that’s what you meant! Thank you for telling me.

K: If I find anything that may suit your tastes, I will bring it to you.

Within his words that sounded more like an enchantment, I noted down the parts I could understand.

(I can ask Victor for the names of the foods later.)

Darius: .........

Kate: Ah, and what do you like to do?

Darius: Do you mean my hobbies? Hmm... milk puzzles, perhaps.

Kate: Milk puzzles?

Darius: It refers to a puzzle with purely white pieces.

Kate: Eh—? So, there’s no picture or anything drawn on the puzzle?

K: I would imagine without such clues, it would be difficult to piece together such a puzzle...

Darius: I would beg to differ? Although the shapes of the pieces appear similar, they are all different from one another in actuality.

D: I do very much enjoy finding the correct pieces one at a time.

D: Why don’t we do one together next time?

Kate: Of course! I will try my best to not become a burden then.

Darius: Hehe, you truly are an earnest little robin, aren’t you. Ah, also...

As though having just remembered something, he stood up and faced the door.

Darius: I imagine your throat must be dry from having eaten all those biscuits? I will bring some tea.

Kate: Ah, then I...

Darius: Oh, I insist. You can sit down?

When I stood up in a panic, Darius turned around before the door, his lips graced with a smile.

(...Since he is being kind like this, maybe I should simply do as he says?)

Kate: Thank you.

Having thought it over again, I sat back down on the sofa.

I clearly heard the doorknob turn, but——

Darius: Oh?

D: ...The door won’t open. It seems we are locked in here.

Kate: Eh!?

K: Did someone maybe lock the door by mistake... what should we do?

In a panic, I, too, stood up and made a dash for the door.

Kate: Ah, that’s right, I can call for hel——

Darius: It seems we ended up locked in here together, yes?

Kate: ——Eh?

When Darius turned around, our eyes met.

Through his platinum blond bangs, I was taken by those honey-colored eyes——

Darius: It is just me and you, together. In this room.

(Wait, wha...?)

This entire time, we had been chatting whilst making eye contact, and yet,

right now, I was hit with a sensation that directly touched a place deep in my chest for the first time.

His eyes seemed to resemble those that scrutinized my heart as it laid on the palm of his hand——

Darius: Ah, it opened.

The moment the door opened, I was freed from that strange sensation,

and I put a hand over my chest in relief.

Kate: ...Thank goodness.

Darius: You say ‘thank goodness,’ but for what, exactly?

D: The fact that the door opened? Or——

Kate: ? Of course, I meant thank goodness the door opened.

K: Since you have come all the way to England,

K: I hope, as much as possible, you don’t feel inconvenienced.

K: If you have a comfortable stay here, I take it you will look forward to your next visit here?

Darius: .........

Kate: I will bring some tea. Ah, and I will request the door be inspected while I am at it.

(Truly, thank goodness that it hadn’t become any big incident. ...That said.)

I wonder why, at that time, I felt as though I were being tested?

Not knowing why I felt that smoldering feeling in my chest, the day passed by.

Nica: Dari, you talked one on one with the Spatzi [1]. So, how was it?

Ring: Rotkehlchen... you’re talking about that girl?

With a smile on his face, Darius looked out the window, which showed the hazy scenery of London beneath the hazy night.

Darius: ——If ‘Crown’ resides in the world of darkness,

D: under normal circumstances, one would be very cautious of them... and they would live every minute doubting others, no?

D: On top of that, this is the ‘fairytale keeper’ we are talking about, whose job is to record their sins? Would it not apply especially to her? ——And yet.

D: The little miss human accepted the snacks I gave her and ate them without a single shadow of doubt.

D: And not only that? When I said that the door wouldn’t open, she held no shred of doubt toward me then as well.

D: Hehe, just remembering it makes me laugh. ——That said, though,

D: it must be because ‘Crown’ holds that human veeryy dear, no?

Ring: ...

Nica: .........And so?

Turning back toward the two, Darius’ cherubic smile widened.

Such a gaze...

...possessed the air of a heavenly being, looking down at the humans from a place far up high...

Darius: ——And so it had caught my interest, ever so slightly.

Fin.

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[1] the apparent pronunciation of this word here in Japanese is [ロビン] (robin), quite literally the “Japanese English” pronunciation of the word “robin.” but in Nika’s story in the same event, when Kate asks what [ロビン] is, he says it’s German for the word “robin”, or [駒鳥] (komadori). Apparently the closest word of endearment related to birds in German would be Spatzi (which actually means sparrow).

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mrsmikaelsxn · 2 years ago

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Touch Of Pleasure

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pairing: theodore nott x female reader

warnings: smut, teasing, fluff, cursing, soft theo

summary: you are at your boyfriend's manor when things take an unexpected turn, but you're not complaining - requested by anon

a/n: thank you so so much, this was my first request and i was so excited to write this! i hope enjoy it anon ilyt xx

song: sweater weather - the neighbourhood

It was a beautiful summer day. You were staying at your boyfriend's manor. You had both gone swimming and now you were in a flowy sundress and he was in gray sweatpants without a shirt.

His parents went to Italy for a week so you both had the place to yourselves. It was nice with just the two of you, he was the love of your life and you his.

You were currently finishing up cooking dinner. You loved cooking, and Theo adored when you made any meals.

You feel arms wrap around your waist and you turn to face your boyfriend.

"Mmh, dinner smells delicious," Theo grins holding onto your waist.

"Why thank you, darling," you peck his lips and turn around to put the pasta into the two dishes.

"You look so pretty in this dress," he compliments, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Thank you," you blush. He lets your waist go as you move and place the food on the table.

He sat next to you and while you were eating, you discussed some things you wanted to do before you guys had to return to Hogwarts. At some point you felt him place his hand on your thigh.

You were used to it, his love language was touch and words. He always had to be touching you somehow, and he would always voice how much he loves you.

You both finished and you felt his hand slowly rise up your smooth thighs.

In between your legs, his hand was so close to closed pussy. He continued talking about ideas he came up with, disregarding how you started to breathe faster. You felt yourself getting wet as he ran his fingers up and down.

He suppressed a smirk as he watched you bite your lip to contain a whimper that was threatening to leave you.

You were so close to begging him to touch you that you stood up and went to put your dishes in the sink.

He, of course, followed you and pushed himself against you from behind. He brought his hand under your dress again and brushed his fingers along your hips.

"Theo, love, stop teasi-" you start as you shut off the water and turn around.

He cuts you off by bringing his lips to yours. His tongue slides against your bottom lip and you open your mouth. His tongue slides in and he kisses you with such passion you had to disconnect your lips so you could breathe.

He gripped your waist and lifted you up onto the counter top. He quickly brought his lips back to yours and you put your hands in his hair. You tug on the ends, earning yourself a low groan from him that makes you more wet.

He brings his hand and parts your legs. He places his fingers on your lace underwear. You gasp as he slowly starts rubbing your clit. You start letting out quiet moans as he picks up his pace.

"Does this feel good, pretty girl?"

You nod your head and he slows his pace.

"Words, sweetheart," he kisses your neck.

"Mm, yes Theo. It feels so good," you whimper. He's pleased with your answer and adds more pressure and speeds his movements again.

"T-Theo, I need your fingers in me," you moan.

"Anything for you, angel," he says as he slides your lingerie to the side.

"I'm going to fuck you in this cute little dress"

He slides two fingers through your folds and you moan as your head falls back slightly.

"So wet for me," he groans bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them. His eyes roll at the taste of you.

"You taste so sweet, my love"

He brings his fingers back down and slides two fingers into you. You let out loud moans as he pushes them in and out.

He wraps his unoccupied arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"Such lovely sounds that come out of that pretty mouth of yours"

Your head drops onto his shoulder as he speeds up his hand. Your moans turn him on more and more. He is already so hard that it's almost painful.

"I-I'm cl-close," you pant and you felt a knot in your stomach.

He slows down and pulls his finger out. You let out a desperate whine and look at him.

"If you're going to cum, you're going to cum with me in you," he states, looking at your beauteous eyes with his lust-filled ones.

He quickly pulls down his sweatpants and you can see his boner. He pulls his boxers down and he brings his cock to your entrance. You both moan at the touch of each other. You were both so grateful he didn't have to wear a condom thanks to magic.

He slowly pushed into you, you clench around him and a deep moan is ripped from his throat. The bare feeling of each other sends pleasure throughout your bodies.

"My goodness, Theo," your head falls back with your eyes closed.

"Fuck"

He speeds up and the sounds of both your moans fill the empty manor while he snaps his hips into you.

"You look so ravishing like this. Such a exquisite mess you are, all for me"

You go kiss him in appreciation for the compliment. He gently tugs your hair to tilt your head to the side and leaves sloppy kisses on your jaw, neck, and your collarbone.

You both feel your climax coming. Your hands come down and you grip onto the counter edge.

"T-Theo... I-I'm going to c-cum"

"I know, doll, m-me too"

Soon enough, you both are releasing and he slowly stops his movements.

You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

"I love you so much, Theo," you leave soft kisses on his neck.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Lets get to the bed to clean up," he says as you wrap your legs around him. He apparates to his bedroom and gently puts to onto the bed. He mutters a spell to clean himself and he pulls his boxers and pants back up.

You are so tired and the bed is so comfortable, you fight to keep your eyes open. But they quickly snap wide as you feel a warm cloth on your sensitive clit.

"Sorry, sorry," Theo kisses your thighs.

After cleaning you up, he helps you walk to the bathroom so you can go to the bathroom, wash your face, and brush your teeth and hair. He does the same and afterwards you both change into cozy pajamas.

He gets into the bed with you as you lean your head on your arm, facing him. He has his head on his pillow as he traces your face with his fingers, a small smile visible on his winsome lips.

"What are you smiling for?"

"You are so stunning, my darling, too irresistible," he starts to pepper your face with butterfly kisses everywhere. You giggle, the sound making him melt right there.

"You are just as pretty," you smile at him.

He wraps his arms around you and turns you so your backside is against his front. He gently runs his hands along your side, memorizing every part of you.

Eventually, you both drift off into a heavenly sleep with smiles on your faces, beatific to be in each other's arms.

He was your home, and you were his.

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dervaaas · 5 months ago

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Treatment is not the reason, the main thing is to eat well.

Character: Jiaoqiu

Synopsis: Being a cloud knight is hard, especially if you get injured after battles. But how good it is that there is a healer who will heal and feed!

Wn: If there are any, please tell me!

F!Reader!

English is not my native language! That's why I tried to avoid game terms. Written before 2.4!

P.S. It didn't turn out what I planned, but the reader ate delicious.

The girl was a frequent visitor to his office. This is already a familiar environment. It was difficult to be on the front line in the fight against infected mara, and it was impossible to exclude any injuries.

Today is no exception. After a long battle, Y/N breaks into his office with the words: "Jiaoqiu, cook me something!". To which he sighs and puts down his brush.

"You finished earlier than I expected," Jiaoqiu gets up from his seat and walks over to the girl and gestures for her hand. Without hesitation, she stretches out her hand and watches as he measures her pulse and thus monitors the work of her other organs. — Apart from the abrasions, you have nothing serious. Why did you come?

— And I was hoping so, — the girl said it more to herself than to him. — I wanted to eat delicious food.

— To eat? Huh, I can cook something for the abrasions, but you know you can't eat it. Jiaoqiu smiles at her when he sees her droop after he finished his words. He grins and slaps her on the head before continuing, "If that's what you want, I can feed you that way."

The girl immediately jumps up from her seat, as if not believing his words. He just smiles and walks over to a rack with a lot of drawers. He gets the ingredients he needs from there, cuts them up, puts everything in a small pot, fills it with water and stirs it.

Jiaoqiu puts the pot on the fire, waves his fan, and a pleasant smell wafts throughout the room. The man does not pay attention to how Y/N is already sleeping on the couch. Perhaps she would be praising the way he was once again creating a culinary masterpiece.

Taking the pot off the fire, he puts it on the table and pours the soup into a plate. He also made tea. It is not particularly different from the usual one, but has a better healing effect. He wanted to give her the ointment right away, but changed his mind. Because another idea came to his mind.

— Y/N, everything is ready. When he gets no answer, he turns around, but sees her sleeping on the couch near the entrance. Sighing heavily, he walks up to her and pokes her on the cheek. He chuckles a little when she squirms at his touch. But she opens her eyes anyway. — Go ahead.

— Oh, good! — Y/N jumps up from his seat and goes to the table, where everything is ready. I'm ready to be treated by you for the rest of my life!

— I'm not sure that you come here specifically for treatment. Jiaoqiu laughs when she sees her face, as if she's been caught red—handed. Which, in principle, it is.

— Mm.. Who knows. — The girl smiles at him, but he does not respond to this, only raises an eyebrow at her words. Y/N sits down at the table and starts eating the soup he has prepared. If she had the same ears and tail as Jiaoqiu, they would show how happy she is now to try something delicious.

— Is it that delicious? The fox smiles at her.

— Very much! You can't imagine how! — Y/N finishes the last portion and washes it down with a glass of tea that was brewed by a man. But she starts to feel like everything is starting to burn in her mouth. — Jiaoqiu, why did it become so sharply acute?

"You'll know how to distract me from my work for nothing." Jiaoqiu smiles at her as if he hadn't done anything. While the girl is outraged by his actions, he just laughs at her.

He is by no means against such a company and the fact that he is distracted from work. Even if his position in the commission depended on it, he would not miss a single moment to make a person smile just at the thought that the food would be prepared by none other than Jiaoqiu, a healer from Yaoqing.

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minminyoonjii · 6 months ago

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Tea Party

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"Hhgh," you whined, stretching your sore limbs from a well-rested sleep. You sat up, rubbing your eyes awake before blindly patting around to get your phone. The bright light made you squint, "Ugh," you groaned, waiting for the auto brightness to adjust. There were a few hours before lunch but you already felt energized enough to do something. "There must be something I can do," you mumbled, pondering for a second when you realized your beloved plush wasn't in bed.

You instantly looked around, only to see it lying face down on the floor. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you picked it up, "I'm so sorry," you mumbled, burying your face into it. You sighed in relief, feeding the plush of your warmth. 'Want a tea party,' a thought deep within your subconscious whispered. "Yeah, that sounds fun," you whispered aloud, crawling off your bed to get everything set up. You pulled a box from under your bed and inside it was a kid's play set, just perfect for a little one like you.

"This goes here," you mumbled, arranging the chairs and table to your heart's desire. Soon the tea party was about to begin, but something was missing. You furrowed your eyebrows, checking off everything you needed, 'Guests? checked,' all your toys are in place. 'Food? checked,' there are cookies on the table. 'Tea? Oh!' That's right you were missing the tea. It can't be a tea party without tea now can it? You got up from the table, holding the teapot to fill it with water, "I have to be quick," you whispered, making your way to the kitchen.

You didn't bother to lift your head, prioritizing your quiet feet instead. To say the least, you got scared when you bumped into someone. "Oh, sunbeam. What are you doing this early?" Felix asked, ruffling your bed hair. You straightened up, clearing your throat, "Water. I just wanted water," you said, hoping he wouldn't pick up on your nervousness. "In that?" Felix questioned, noticing the teapot in your hand. You nodded, "Yeah, yeah. In this," you said, pressing it against the water filter to fill it up.

Felix hummed, "You're not hiding a tea party from me right? Because I'd love to join," he said, drinking his morning coffee. You bit down on your tongue, holding yourself back from spontaneously saying yes, "Would you actually?" you asked offhandedly, just in case he was jesting. Felix nodded, "Of course, I would sunbeam. Wouldn't miss it for the world," he reassured, remaining eye contact with you. "Fine, but you can't be too loud, this is a quiet tea party," you mumbled, walking back to your room.

"Wow, you did a great job, sunbeam," he said, sitting next to your plush toys as you sat across from him. You began pouring 'tea' into every single cup, "The tea party can begin," you whispered, proud of your work. Felix chuckled, moving his hand behind one of your plushies, "Mm, this tea is just right," he said in a high-pitched voice. You smiled, "Try the cookies too," you said, handing the plush some cookies. Felix tilted the plush's head down, "Yummy, that was delicious," he said, making you burst out into giggles.

You felt yourself sink into that familiar headspace, pleased by the company of your plush toys and members. Felix noticed the glint in your eyes changed, "Are you feeling alright, sunbeam?" he asked, holding up his teacup so you wouldn't be startled by his question. "Ahm, is alright," you whispered, swaying yourself with a cookie in hand. Felix chuckled, reaching behind another plush, "Well I have to say, this tea party is the most fun I've had," he said, using his deeper voice.

"That's good," you replied, feeling your heart swell in pride. Felix cooed, secretly snapping a few pictures of your blissful state. All was good until you perked up at the sound of someone closing the door outside. Your smile dropped as your heart sank. You sat the teacup down, eyes wavering to think of what to do next. 'Should I keep everything?' 'Should I stop?' 'Is it safe to play a little longer?' you thought, trying to make a quick decision but it only resulted in your breathing picking up in a panic.

Felix's eyes widened, "Hey, hey. Look at me, sunbeam. How many things can you see, hm?" he asked, cautious of touching you. "Too many," you whispered, seeing too many things. Felix winced at his mistake, "Why don't you list at least five of those things for me?" he asked, specifying the question. You furrowed your eyebrows, “A teacup, cookies, my hands, the teacup dish and the plushies," you said, feeling your heart rate slow down. "That's right. Good job, sunbeam," he praised, gently patting your head.

You exhaled deeply, frowning as the numbness crept up your skin. Felix noticed but he didn't know what to do next. You felt yourself zoning out, staring blankly at the teacup in front of you. Felix wanted to help but honestly, it was making him spiral, "I'm going to go get someone okay, sunbeam?" he said, getting up. You nodded, dipping your finger into the chilling water. Felix huffed, dragging Minho in without an explanation. Just as Minho was about to retort, Felix turned his attention towards you.

Minho eyed your movement for a bit before knowing what was wrong. He didn't say a word, only gesturing for Felix to sit back down. Minho sat next to you, holding a teacup of his own behind clinking it with yours. You furrowed your eyebrows at the disturbance but wavered when you noticed Minho next to you. He smiled, gradually initiating movements from you, either by pouring you another cup of tea or making you take a bit of the cookies. Minho slowly eased you out of that dissociative episode.

You soon found yourself consciously doing this again, shivering as the chill numbness wore off. Felix smiled, glad that you're back to playing and interacting again. Minho chuckled, grabbing his own Leebit to join the tea party as well. Felix eventually sent the photos to the members and it didn't take long for his phone to buzz with notifications. He chuckled, teasing the members for being out of the house. Minho pinched Felix's ear lobe, "Stop that before they rush back home and break down the door," he whispered with you being none the wiser.

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