#my beloved boys!!! holding them all gently in the palm of my hand

[lady-stormbraver]

zuko handshake edmund pevensie handshake jason todd:

"i want to go home. i can't go home. will i ever see home again? what am i willing to do to get there? how far will i go? have i gone too far? am i too far gone? can i be saved? do i want to be saved? can i be good?"

("i can't be who I once was. will you forgive me? do you still love me?")

[kisakis-boyfriend]

More Private Affairs

Author's Note: Caelus, my love, my light, my beloved trailblazer 💛 I ship these two so hard. You can't tell me that there isn't chemistry between them. The game literally begins with Dan Heng nearly kissing him… c'mon now.

Pairings: Caelus x Dan Heng x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!characters, rimming, blowjob, aftercare

There are practically sparkles in Caelus' eyes as the trailblazer stands there motionless. His lips are parted in shock, and the only sounds that escape are tiny gasps and his breath hitching when he watches you thrust into Dan Heng sharply.

“Do you want to join?”

Caelus' eyes flick to your face, then back to Dan Heng's ass. “Uh-huh…” he nods. His eyes remain glued to his friend's perfectly round ass, and it looks even cuter pressed against your pelvis, slightly wet from your previous round.

“Then get down here for me.” you instruct.

The trailblazer sits on his knees, swallowing nervously. His golden eyes gaze up at you, searching for guidance.

You pet his hair gently. “Good. Come a little closer, you'll need to be quick once I pull out.”

Once you… pull out?

Before he has time to think about it further, your cock slides out of Dan Heng, leaving a string of cum still connecting your tip with his hole. Caelus hesitates—staring at his friend's leaking hole in total shock.

You push his head forward, holding him there until he finally understands his task. The trailblazer parts his lips, lapping at Dan Heng's messy hole as your load seeps out and slides into his mouth.

Being the helpful man that you are, you spread your friend's cheeks a little to help Caelus really get in there. Glancing between the trailblazer's legs, you notice his hardened member as it forms a glaring tent in his pants. His arousal is surely heightened due to his (not subtle at all…) crush on his dark haired friend.

“My, you're a hungry boy, aren't you?” Caelus whines at your teasing tone. Though he doesn't protest when your fingers comb through his hair.

After a minute, he pulls away to take a breath, and you take the opportunity to turn his head towards you.

Your friend now finds himself inches away from your length, and his cheeks darken once again. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, glancing at your dick as if he's asking for confirmation. You need only nod at your friend for him to lick his lips then grab your cock with a trembling hand.

The heat from his mouth feels amazing surrounding your length — it draws you further in, causing your friend to gag as you push in a little too much at once. You decide to let him go at his own pace then.

It doesn't take long for Caelus to find a steady flow—bobbing his head as if he's a cock sucking expert. With one hand busy holding onto the back of Caelus' silver locks, you decide to spoil Dan Heng, sliding a finger into his hole with your free hand.

Both men moan in sync, each one enjoying the pleasure coursing through their veins. Caelus' dick is straining against his pants even more now, pushing shiny precum through the fabric.

The sight of your good friend palming himself while he sucks you off rewires your brain—definitely an image you won't soon forget. His cheeks struggle to contain your girth, and when he starts going faster, grunting with every bob of his head, it causes you to cum suddenly–

White hot pleasure fills your body and mind — numbing everything else as your only thought is filling the hole that your dick is buried in.

When you come back to your senses, you look down to find Caelus dazed while your cock throbs in his throat. And, in your lust-focused haze, you realize you'd shoved three fingers inside Dan Heng's cunt. His legs are shaking so much, and it's an obvious struggle for him to keep himself on his feet as he leans his forehead against the wall.

With everyone spent, you say you should all call it here. You pull out of both men, wrapping an arm around Dan Heng's waist again so he doesn't fall. After a second of regaining your bearings, you help Caelus stand, and then carry Dan Heng over to his bed.

Dan Heng's chest rises and falls as he lies on top of his blanket—the first to drift off while yourself and the trailblazer sit next to him and talk before you take your well deserved nap.

You absentmindedly play with Dan Heng's fingers, tracing shapes on the back of his hand too, while you praise your silver haired friend for being so obedient for you. His cheeks flush just as much as before, telling you to 'cut it out' with a sheepish smile.

Exhaustion creeps in — the two of you gradually take your place on both sides of Dan Heng, and soon enough, you're all snoring in a snuggle pile.

If you've learned one thing today, it's that having both of your friends together like this is better than any heaven in existence.

[mattybsgroupie]

cry | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; face slapping (m receiving); handjob (m receiving); degradation; edging; dacryphilia; sub!matt

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ notes: SUB MATT MY BELOVED!!! i’ve been… somewhat interested in face slapping and humiliation, if you guys couldn’t tell. btw so many requests for chris i promise i will work on them asap! not proofread as usual but hope you enjoy this and missed sub matt as much as i did! special thanks to my bestest friend @thepubeburgler for the idea, patience and support ♡ much love!

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matt had been acting like a brat throughout the entire night, talking back and rolling his eyes. he enjoyed playing the tough guy, especially when he knew i could easily punish him for having an attitude.

matt had his back against the headboard, the brightness from his phone screen reflecting on his glasses as he scrolled mindlessly. i dragged my feet across the room, stopping by his drawer and picking some of his clothes for myself.

i removed my shirt and my shorts, staying with my lingerie on as i untied my hair, allowing the locks to fall down on my shoulder and reaching for some wipes to remove my makeup.

i heard matt shifting around on the mattress, a cough coming from the back of his throat as he watched me undress. i turned my head to take a look at him, chuckling when i noticed the tent forming on his pants. he didn’t say a word and waited patiently until i walked towards his direction, lying down next to him and turning to the side, giving my back to him.

he let out a low whine when he understood that he was, in fact, getting punished for his behavior. matt adjusted himself and wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing his hips closer to mine in a tight hug. i could feel his boner poking my ass, the kisses he started placing on my shoulder were a silent plea for me to touch him.

“stop” i said, giving a light tap on his thigh. he whined again, slowly grinding his hips against me, trying to get some relief to his aching cock. “matthew.” i called again, this time turning around and quickly placing my fingers around his jaw, my grip tightening as he pouted.

“you think you can be a fucking brat all night long and get away with it? by humping me?”

“w-wasn’t humping” matt tried to explain himself, lowering his hands to his crotch in a failed attempt to cover his hardened dick.

“oh, you weren’t? what’s this, then?” i gently took his wrist, placing my palm around his cock, still covered by the sweater he was wearing. i could feel a wet patch starting to form, the mocking tone in my voice making it harder for him to hold himself. “need your help” he asked, his blue eyes staring at me through the glasses.

“take it off” i commanded and matt quickly removed his pants, his dick almost slapping against his belly. he sat down again, glancing at his own leaking tip, as if asking for me to touch him. matt was huge — i couldn’t close my fist around his shaft nor fit him without getting stretched out by his fingers first.

“what are we gonna do with this tiny little thing?” i said the exact opposite of what he was, wrapping my knuckles around his shaft and slowly stroking him. his cock twitched inside my hand, trying to hold his hips from bucking forward. “eager much?”

“‘m sorry” he whimpered, “i’ll be good, i j-just need you”.

“now you wanna be good?” i asked, fastening my pace. matt threw his head back, letting his mouth hang open. “words, matthew”

“d-don’t call me that” he didn’t enjoy that i was punishing him. no pet names, no kisses, no praises. “please, i’m being a g-good boy!” he complained, slightly pouting.

“good boys don’t talk back” i cupped his balls, caressing them. my touch was soft and gentle, unlike my words. “good boys wouldn’t need to be punished for misbehaving” i cooed, pecking his lips to show that i wasn’t, in fact, mad at him.

“i’m sorry!” matt cried when i took my thumb to his tip, circling the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. “wan’… cum” he whispered, trying to not sound so desperate.

“already?” i chuckled at him, still jerking him off. i gave his cock a few more pumps before loosening my grip, stopping my movements. “you’re not cumming until i say so”

his blue, puppy eyes started watering, and i denied with my head. matt then raised his hands and brought them to my chest, reaching for my tits. i allowed him to grope them for a while before slapping him. my palm flew to his face, the tingling sensation making matt choke on a moan, feeling the warmness spread across his cheek.

matt had his lips apart and flushed cheeks, already looking completely fucked out. tiny droplets of sweat started to form, gluing his brown strands to his forehead. the tingling sensation grew on his skin, sending another wave of pleasure to his body.

“are you gonna be a good boy for for me, baby?” i said, caressing the spot i had just slapped, slowing pumping him again.

matt nodded desperately, the tears on corners of his eyes falling across his face “y-yes! i’m good boy, i promise!”

i fastened my pace and matt started to buck his hips forward, trying to fuck into my fist in a pathetic, sloppy pace. “you wanna do it yourself?” i asked, noticing how desperate he was to cum.

“no” he whimpered, both sweat and tears mixing together as they reached the corner of his mouth. “jus’— ngh! wanna cum!”

“hold it” i spoke, stopping my movements on his shaft. matt wouldn’t stop whimpering, his thighs trembling from being edged for too long. his face was damp and he panted heavily, doing his best to postpone his orgasm.

i came closer to him, my free hand cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears away. matt was so close to breaking, the edging and the degradation along with my thumb circling his tip — it was all too much. i knew he wasn’t going to use his safeword because, after all, he really wanted to be a good boy and take his punishment like one.

i grabbed his cock one last time, stroking his shaft quickly as he opened his mouth, not wanting to hide his moans anymore. “cum, cum!” he cried, begging for me to give him permission.

“gonna make a mess for me?” i cooed and matt nodded desperately. “can— ah! please!?”

spams took over matt’s body as he came — without permission —, the knot on his lower belly finally getting some relief. he groaned loudly, losing control of his own sounds while his orgasm washed over him, painting his own tummy in white, thick spurts of cum.

i talked matt through his orgasm, peppering kisses across his face, telling how good he had been for taking his punishment. it took him a while to come back to his senses, his noises becoming low, tiny whimpers as he recovered.

i removed my hand from him and cleaned both of us with the sheets, going back to headboard and opening my arms so he would come cuddle.

“so mean” matt teased, putting his tongue out like a little kid. “slapped me n’ everything” he pretended to be upset, rubbing his red cheek.

“i couldn’t help it” i giggled as matt made his way to my embrace, nuzzling his face against my chest, a silent ‘thank you’ for taking care of him. i kissed the top of his head, soothingly scratching my fingers on his back. “you just look so pretty when you cry”.

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[hsr-writing]

I'm absolutely heartbroken by 2.5 and my boy Jiaoqiu my beloved. Jiaoqiu x reader, sfw, fluff/minor angst, Jiaoqiu is non-verbal, established relationship.

Jiaoqiu wakes up slowly, the weight of the bandages around his eyes feeling alien still. The blanket he's under is heavy, he thinks it might be a weighted one, and he can feel a few tangles in his tail's fur. How frustrating.

Someone is sitting next to his bed, and he can hear the quiet tapping of fingertips against a screen. One of his ears twitches as he focuses on the presence, trying to glean any information he can.

They smell familiar, herbs and healing balms, but under that there's apples and cardamom. He knows that smell. His hunch is confirmed when you speak softly.

"You're awake," you say, your voice warm with relief. "It's been a few days since you last woke up. You're healing well, if slow."

Your assurances feel numb, like they roll off of him like water meeting oil. He lifts a hand, blindly reaching out towards you and he's never felt more lost.

You take his hand, not even minding the way he grips yours just a little too tight. He holds your hand like a lifeline, and all you do in response is give his a comforting squeeze. Jiaoqiu lets himself take a moment to breathe, focusing on the heat of your hand and your own breathing.

After a few moments, you quietly tell him, "You just missed Moze and Feixiao. They've barely left your side if they can help it."

He feels you place a hand on top of his, gently petting the back of his hand. Your hands are soft, your callouses from writing instead of fighting. He soaks in the little details about you that he never felt important to notice.

"... We've been worried," you murmur, your thumb soothing over his knuckles. "I'm... I'm so glad you're awake."

He opens his mouth to reply, only to realize he just... can't. He's physically capable, but he's just so tired, so bone deep exhausted that words won't come to him. He closes his mouth with a frown, then twists his hand in yours so he can write against your palm.

I'm sorry.

You take a shaky breath, then he feels you lift your joined hands, pressing them against your forehead, almost to mimic the way you've pressed yours against his in the past.

"I know," you say, and your voice is unsteady. "I understand why you did it, the logic is sound, and it was strategically a good idea. But gods, Jiaoqiu, I- When they told me what happened-"

You cut yourself off, your voice choking, and take a moment to breathe.

"I was so scared I'd lost you," you murmur, like saying it out loud will tempt fate. "I'm so, so glad you're alive, A-Qiu"

Jiaoqiu's heart hurts, your sincerity and relief almost overwhelming. He tugs your hand, blindly pulling you down towards him. You bring his hand to your face and he's grateful you understand him so well.

You give him the ability to guide your forehead to his, giving him that control he's already desperately clinging to. As you hold still, foreheads pressed together, he slides his hand into your hair, sighing softly at the familiarity.

"I missed you," you murmur softly, and it makes his heart sing. He smiles, nuzzling a little and hoping you'll understand. You huff a tiny laugh, bringing your hand to his cheek, your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone.

"I love you too."

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Have You - Gaara

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, masturbation, praise kink, overstim, gaara's just down bad and horny

A/n: Day 24: Masturbation. Gaara my beloved <3 I feel the same way about not being able to fuck him 😭😭💕

Word count: 951

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He couldn’t have you.

Gaara had made his peace with this, though it made seeing you during these summits no less difficult. You sat by him during this one. He could smell you, your sweet perfume; it must be your signature; he could not bear the smell when he detected it elsewhere, as it reminded him so much of you. Gaara suppressed a fidget, desperate to maintain his composure while circled by the other Kage. 

“She’s cute,” Kankuro said, nudging Gaara’s side. “I can see why you like her.”

Gaara shot his brother a look for the latter to back off. The teasing wasn’t needed; he didn’t need reminding of your attractiveness. Every other moment or so, Gaara would side-eye to enjoy a clandestine peak at your plush cleavage. His cock betrayed him with a twitch. What he wouldn’t give to shadow your breasts with his hands, lick the soft, pillowy skin of them. Your Kage hat concealed most of your face, though left your pretty lips bare, coated in lip gloss. 

He couldn’t have you. 

“Are you all right, Lord Kazekage?” 

For a few seconds, Gaara pretended not to hear you. “Just fine,” he said, hoping he had efficiently suppressed the wobble in his voice. “I don’t like how these things drag on, is all.”

Your chuckle made him draw a sharp breath. “Punctual as always, Lord Kazekage.” You leaned his way with a smile. “Why such a hurry? Anything I can help with?”

He met your eyes, shrouded by the hat befitting your station, and glanced away. 

“No. Thank you.” 

You’ve done enough.

Your pout brought unnecessary emphasis to your lips. “That’s too bad.” You touched Gaara’s knee underneath the table, oblivious to the act’s effect on its recipient. “We’re the youngest Kage here, but I’ve always admired you.”

Gaara’s eyes widened. You admired him?

“I’d do anything for you,” You continued with a wink. “Just saying.”

Gaara was first to leave the meeting, outpacing his guards and snickering brother to the hallway leading to the bathrooms. He closed the stall door, planted his feverish forehead to the cool metal. 

He couldn’t have you. Not in reality, at least. 

Gaara’s breath trembled; he palmed at his growing erection. Your scent clung to his clothes. A pretty, citrus scent. Pretty like your lips, your eyes, skin, like the rest of you. All of you. Gaara thumbed the imprint of his cock. He fiddled with his belts, his trenchcoat coming loose as they unbuckled. He steadied his breathing, tugging down the elastic of his boxers to free his disobedient cock. He soothed it with an idle stroke. 

These feelings were so new to him, foreign and strange and intense. He stroked himself gently, your name escaping his lips in the quiet of the stall. Gaara forced himself to slow down; you would tease him, make him thrust into your palm with desperation.

“Not so fast. I want you to enjoy this, remember?”  Your voice rang in his head. “Slower — that’s right, that’s a good boy, such a good boy.”

Gaara's shuddering breath escaped as he ran fingers over his balls. The gap in experience between you and him was so vast; he had heard of your escapades with other men, unable to resist eavesdropping on any and all conversations involving you, and would salivate at the idea of being in their place. He groaned; you would teach him things, loom over him with a smirk while sitting on his cock, swinging hips he struggled to hold, to maintain. He imagined running his tongue over yours, your nails raking his back as he stuffed you full of him. You would serenade him with his own name, again and again, in his ear as he slammed into you. 

Gaara rested his other arm on the stall door, a tightness capturing his abdomen. Maybe you would even punish him for cumming too early. His mind whirled with possibilities. How? Would you slap his hands away when he tried to touch himself? Bring him to the near edge before lifting off his cock? He had to know. He had to know. Gaara gripped his cock harder at the thought while he pumped at a faster pace, now simply because the version of you occupying his mind allowed it.

It could be you in here with him, teasing his cock. When he closed his eyes to the thought of your lip gloss stain on his shaft, it might as well be. His hand — now yours in his reimaging — quickened its pace. I’d do anything for you. He replaced the tight vice of his hand with your tight, wet mouth. It wasn’t the same; it couldn’t possibly be as good as the real thing, but it would have to do. 

“C’mon, My Lord, paint this wall white for me. Do it for me, please, please —”

Gaara’s grunt was shameless, bestial. Anything you say. Ropes of his cum sprayed the door at your command. He bit his tongue, drawing blood to muffle his cries as his orgasm washed over him. He fought the overstimulation of it all and fisted his cock through it, knowing it was what you would do. 

Your phantom hands withdrew. Gaara took the seconds afforded him to catch his breath, surveying the mess he had made. Seconds more and the door opened. 

“Gaara?” It was Kankuro. “You all right?” 

Gaara bundled tissue to wipe his spent from the wall. “Just fine. Give me a minute.”

“… Lady (Y/n) was asking for you.”

Gaara paused. “Oh?” He smiled in defeat. It couldn’t be helped. A relationship between two Kage could only be doomed to failure. But … he had to try. “Tell her I’ll be right out.”

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — it’s sort of become a routine for nagi to recharge after practice by being wrapped in you.

warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, cockwarming, sleepy boy seishiro my beloved. note: the first of a few nagi thirsts this week :3 i’m excited <;3

if it wasn’t for the long whines and groans that fall from nagi’s lips as he pushes his way into your bedroom, you wouldn’t realise he’s even home from practice at all with how quiet his footsteps seem.

but if you hadn’t picked up on that, you definitely would notice when he drops himself onto the mattress behind you a few moments later with a huff. it’s warm, the way his arms reach for you almost immediately — hooking around your waist so he can pull your back against his chest and nuzzle himself into the crook of your neck from behind, snowy peaks of his hair tracing along your skin.

“long practice, sei?” you ask softly, fingertips swiping along the screen of your phone as you let yourself melt into nagi’s embrace — your voice makes him relax a bit, the fatigue making his limbs heavy as he smears a few open mouthed kisses along your skin.

“mhm, tired, angel. bein’ gone from you is such a pain.” his words are a low, smooth drawl — barely audible against your skin but you still hear them before you’re attention is drawn to his large hands. they’ve smoothed their way down your hips, palming and tugging gently at the waistband of your sweats, like a wordless little plea that’s accompanied by another whine from your boyfriend when he struggles to tug them down.

“it’s only a few hours, sei.” you giggle before you’re helping nagi ease down the fabric between you both — feeling him shift behind you as he follows, sighing with the sudden sexual freedom when his cock springs free to smear beads of precum along the skin of your thighs.

“so, wanna stay here with you.” the pout on his lips is apparent with the soft whine to his words, but it’s followed by another sweet kiss against the back of your shoulder before he’s pushing at your thigh, lifting it just enough for him to pull your panties to the side and press his cock along your folds.

“could do this instead. running around is such a hassle — you’re warmer.” nagi groans before he’s nuzzling back into the crook of your neck, his words followed by a slow, languid roll of his hips as his heavy cock drags along your slick pussy. every lazy grind and twitch of his hips makes you push back into him, soaking him to the base with every soft connection of your hips, the blunt head catching on the hood of your clit with every eased thrust.

“i know, sei. mmmph—wanna do this too.” his movements are gentle enough to have you twitching, intimate as you feel yourself melt into the pillows — into his embrace as he presses harder into the space between your thighs, parted lips mouthing at your pulse point as he pants against you. every thrust is slow, only driven by the little energy he has left after practice but the way he grabs, palms at your body is needy — pulling you flush against him as he squeezes at your figure.

your thighs spread wider when you feel nagi finally pull back enough to press himself against the entrance to your cunt, feeling him exhale in reverence when your hand reaches back to grab at his hair and pull, urging him to begin to sink into you.

“feel s’ good, pretty thing." the snowy haired striker grunts as he mouths at your skin, one of hands moving to rub slow, messy circles into your clit as your pussy squeezes harder around him the deeper he goes. but the dizzy spin in your head has you arching back against him, pushing more of his cock into your flexing walls until you feel him glide past the spot that has your whole body twitching in his hold.

“f-fuck, does that feel better?” you whimper when he finally bottoms out, high pitched and needy at the feeling of his heavy balls pressing against your ass and another whimper falls from nagi’s lips. his jaw tightens when your back relaxes against his chest once more, letting you give into his embrace before one of his large palms smooth under the hem of your shirt to take a slow handful of your breast, making you melt into him as your walls quiver with his next long, dreamy sigh.

“yup, jus’ don’t move right now, angel. wanna cuddle for a lil longer, regenerating hp.”

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[adoregojo]

my place!

a/o: reader and megumi have mother-son time until someone stepped in.

he couldn't sleep.

as his sister sleeps peacefully besides him he kept staring at the ceiling hoping at some point sleep will catch him. well that went on for an almost an hour nothing successful. 

that when he decided to get up as quite as possible, avoiding to wake up tsumiki on the other side, closing the door behind him. as he walked a figure of a woman ahead of him cleaning the table of the kitchen and humming a random song, she didn't seem to notice megumi for a while.

he would never admit it but he liked her a lot, ever since she stepped in both his live and tsumiki has been a lot better. he finally got someone else to help with the homework, someone carry the house of little tsumiki shoulders so that she can focus more on her studies. he got more better at school and with the delicious meals welcoming them every day. their live had never been better.

but there's only problem. her lover was the most annoying unreasonable creature to be made. satoru gojo, that man can't cook to save his live, and he mix the white laundry with the color one, and doesn't bother to get any cleaning done. and he only walks them out of school just because his dear girlfriend asked him to.

he sometimes wonders what the hell did she see in him.

as she noticed his small form she straight up walked to him, "megumi, are you okay? did you have a nightmare or something?" asking as she kneeled down to meet his eyes, did he also mention she was so kind that he sometimes gets so overwhelmed with it. 

"no, just couldn't sleep." he say and she sighs with relief.

"i was wondering if i could stay up with you." she seemed hesitant for a moment but thinking about it, it wasn't a school night and she wasn't sleeping until satrou get back. maybe it's better than staying up alone all night, a little time with him wouldn't hurt.

she's the first to sat with patting the space beside her for him to sit, but instead he jumped on her lap making himself comfortable, she was surprised for a second then warped her arms around him gently.

he didn't know why he sat on her lap he just did it, and he felt an off warm thing in his chest not the feeling that make him want to throw up but the other one that brought him a small unnoticeable smile. they sat there watching a tv cartoon that little megumi enjoyed.

until the door slammed so hard that caused him to jump a little and hold tight on the arms around him, the tall white haired man stands there for a while he looked exhausted, his usual annoying smile was nowhere to be found rather a dead expression on his face, staring at nothing he closed the door and walked up to them.

"can't you knock? you could've waked up tsumiki." megumi asked annoyed with gojo's sudden behavior more annoyed that he didn't knowledge megumi's comment, but a hand gently held his shoulder and he turned to face her.

"megumi, do you mind getting a cup of water?" he hesitated for a moment, but eventually listened and got down from her warmth, mumbling how he only did it because she asked on his way.

she turned to satoru's face whose eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, she moved aside for him to sit but instead he thrown himself on the whole couch taking all space and his head resting on her lap, his breathing normal now and muscles are resting. 

she took off his sunglasses putting on the table. her hand gently brushed his hair then moved touching his face, his palm resting on her hand and his eyes are half closed like he was ready to fall asleep any moment.

"hard day?"

"you have no idea." his voice was rusty, must been a hard on.

"hey!, that's my place." the little boy stepped angrily threatening to spell the water.

"get lost brat."

"i was here first." megumi objected, trying te grab gojo, but damn was he heavy.

"my girl, my place. go sit on the other couch."

the little boy huffed angrily then looked at satour's beloved for help but she only gave him a 'sorry' smile.

he stormed off angrily to sit on the other couch, he's lucky that he was on her save arms because megumi would have smashed his head with the glass of water.

"hold up, isn't that past your bedtime?"

"shut up."

[junkissed]

hi june :] i've been thinking about it, who do u think from svt would be most likely to wanna hold ur hand during sex? 💤

hi beloved 💤!! this made me squeal and giggle and kick my feet this is such a me ask so ofc i had to talk about my thoughts!! hope you enjoy :)

member | svt ot13 x afab reader genre | mtl, smut, fluff (each member has a little paragraph) word count | ~950 warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, mentions of bondage, soft sex & rough sex

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1 - jun

i’m definitely not biased at all but i think he loves holding hands like anywhere 24/7 at home, walking in public, in the car, and especially during sex. it’s as natural to him as breathing. if he doesn’t have your hand to hold, then is life even worth living at that point. he especially loves it when you offer your hand to him before he even has to ask, and he’ll take it and hold your hands together beside your head and kiss you over and over again until you can barely think any thoughts other than how good he feels thrusting into you and how warm and soft his hands feel in yours

2 - seokmin

the dk stands for dude kisser but here is a little known fact it also stands for d-hand k-holder. he is the clingiest man on the planet and we know this because he anytime you turn around he’s hugging the nearest person as hard as he possibly can so he would totally be the same way during sex. he’d hold onto your arms, your wrists, your hands, anything he could reach but tangling his fingers with yours would be so grounding for him and honestly it would give him a head rush from the closeness with you

3 - hoshi

i think he actually really likes holding hands but he’s always too busy horanghae-ing with them. kidding i actually feel like he would be a lot higher on the list than you might think because he’s a clingy boy and he needs to be touching every inch of your skin at all times or he might short-circuit

4 - joshua

he would say the reason he likes holding hands is because he’s a gentleman and he’s being romantic blah blah, but the real reason is that he has a raging size kink (me too), particularly for hands: it would drive him absolutely crazy seeing his large hands covering yours and seeing how your fingers can barely wrap around his palm would get him so riled up. once you both cum he’d probably ask you for a handjob because he wants to see your hands one more time as you struggle to fit them around his cock

5 - mingyu

big clumsy puppy man would love holding your hand but i think he would be deterred from doing it if the position required more effort on his part, so he would probably only do it in simpler positions like missionary where he can clasp your hands together and just fuck you into the next dimension without putting much thought into it

6 - chan

chan seems very possessive to me (in a healthy way) so i think he would like holding your hand because it shows that you’re his and he’s the only one that gets to have the honor of holding your hand

7 - minghao

i think he would enjoy it an average amount. he wouldn’t mind if you don’t do it every single time, but if you asked him he would prefer holding hands over not. he would probably cite some study that says holding hands is good for relationships or something but he would also just enjoy how it makes everything feel more intimate

8 - jeonghan

in my mind he is a little bit of a secret hopeless romantic, so he might do it and not even say anything about it. he’d get you distracted with his cock hitting just the right place inside of you, and when you’re so gone you can barely do anything but whimper and moan, he’d take the opportunity to slide his fingers down your arms to join your hands together gently. he’d let go afterwards and if you ask him he’d probably pretend it never happened, but in the moment his heart would be soaring when he finally gets to lock hands with you

9 - seungcheol

he would like holding hands but only during softer sessions where he’s taking his time and really wants to feel connected to you. the times when you’re not being soft, his hands are too busy being preoccupied elsewhere on your body for him to even think about holding yours. but i guarantee he’ll hold them constantly once you’re done for the night and all cleaned up, he’ll have his arms wrapped around you and his hands entwined with yours until you fall fast asleep

10 - wonwoo

9 times out of 10 he’s got your hands tied up so it would be kinda hard to hold them in that position. but that 10th time he would be squeezing your hands so hard his knuckles turn white and pressing your hands into the mattress with all his weight

11 - seungkwan

he would like it on occasion but he strikes me as the kind of guy who wouldn’t like having sweaty hands so he wouldn’t do it too often because it’s just too sticky for him sometimes. but you know what he does strike me as? the kind of guy who really likes pulling on your hair. so if his hands are anywhere, that’s probably where they’d be

12 - woozi

honestly i don’t think he would even notice where his hands are. he gets so caught up in the moment and everything else happening that he can’t feel anything except your pussy squeezing his cock. he loses track of time and he probably doesn’t even know what year it is anymore. if he’s holding your hand then it’s not from a conscious effort on his part

13 - vernon

he likes holding hands because it makes him feel closer to you, but honestly he wouldn’t be mad if you didn’t hold his hand. if it happens, it happens, if it doesn’t, it doesn’t, he’s not mad either way. genuinely he doesn’t care where his hands are as long as he’s inside of you

least

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[dragon-ascent]

Paraphernalia

You are an avid collector of Rex lapis merch...and your husband is Rex Lapis himself.

★彡fluff, fun stuff, zhongli finds you amusing as always

Zhongli had revealed his identity to you much before you two had gotten married. You’d been very respectful and told him how much you admired him as both a man and a deity...but oh boy, if Zhongli thought that was where your devotion ended, he was in for a long ride.

“Oh my freaking gosh! Eeeee!”

At your squeal, Zhongli is immediately at your side. “What is the matter- ah.” He sees the pamphlet you’re holding and suddenly it all clicks into place. 

You clutch your husband’s arm, barely able to contain yourself. “New Rex Lapis plushie launching tomorrow! Eeeee! Let’s go down to the store as soon as it opens!”

Zhongli kisses your forehead, his heart fluttering at your enthusiasm. “Allow me to take a look.” He gently takes the pamphlet from your hands and peruses it, then looks up at the bed you two share...where you also keep your enormous pile of Rex Lapis plushies. “Erm...dear, what is different about this new one?”

“Look!” You point at what the new plushie is holding. “It comes with a free Mora coin plush! I haaaaave to get it!”

It’s worth it, really. There’s nothing Zhongli cherishes more than seeing you happy. And when he finds you the next day curled up in bed, napping away with your brand-new Rex Lapis plushie pressed to your chest, he finds his heart melting like the sweetest chocolate on a summer day.

Of course, with how fanatical you get sometimes, you get so caught up in all your Rex Lapis paraphernalia that you almost forget who Zhongli really is...

“I’m doomed! I have blasphemed!”

“Did you sit on the lap of one of the Statues of the Seven again, dear?” Zhongli inquires without even looking up from the morning paper. “I told you, it does not count as-”

“Even worse! The new glow-in-the-dark Rex Lapis keychains are all sold out and I missed my chance to buy them!”

At this, Zhongli gazes at you sympathetically as you huff and puff around the room, equal parts agitated and distressed. He knows how much your collection means to you. “I see. Well, you can get one when they restock, can you not?”

“No way!” you cry out, staring at Zhongli like he had just grown horns and a tail. “The restocked keychains will be B-grade ones! I need to own only first-edition, top-quality merch!”

“Ah. Oh dear...” 

“What would Rex Lapis think?” you wail, flopping into your husband’s sturdy arms. “Rex Lapis, what do you think of me?”

“I don’t think ill of you, darling, I never could,” Zhongli assures, planting a soft kiss to your temple. “I still love you regardless of how many Rex Lapis-themed items you possess.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice!”

Zhongli chuckles. “I’m saying that because I love you, and married you for love. I never once wondered how many keychains in my image you obtained before I slid the ring onto your finger.”

Your lip wobbling, you ask, “Do you really mean it?”

“Of course I do, my beloved,” he answers softly, kissing the spot under your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Come now, let me show you just how much.”

Of course, even when he offers you tender, affectionate consolation, Zhongli still ultimately wants to see you at your happiest. So wherever he can, he tries to pull some strings~

“Darling,” Zhongli calls after a long day of work. “I’m home!”

“Welcome home!” You run over to him and give him a peck on the lips. “How was your day?”

“Quite eventful,” he answers, “especially since I managed to procure a very important item.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “An important item? What is it?”

Zhongli smiles, holding out both of his hands, fists closed. “I shall let you find out.”

Utterly intrigued, you look at both closed fists, trying to gauge which one has the item. It must be quite small to fit in his palm...what important item could be that small? 

Pushing away the question since it was sure to be answered within a few moments, you go with your gut and pick the right hand. Zhongli’s smile widens and he opens his palm...

Gasping, you let out a squeal. “Is this...what I think it is?!”

“The very same.” 

Still in disbelief, you take the keychain and observe its details. “It - it really is a first edition glow-in-the-dark Rex Lapis keychain...oh my gosh...but how..?”

Zhongli pulls you into a hug, chuckling at they way you seem to vibrate in his arms in excitement. “I managed to get ahold of a scalper and...persuade him to sell it to me at regular price.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You beam, singing his praises while waving the keychain around happily. “I love Rex Lapis sooooo much!”

Your husband kisses you, practically glowing at your happiness. “Rex Lapis loves you too, my beloved.”

[colourstreakgryffin]

Okay here me out please....So reader leaves their beloved baby with their father Muzan for the night, because he said he can handle it....he can't the baby is everywhere, he can't take his eyes off of them for a minute without her just vanishing to somewhere else. Eventually baby get's of the infinity castle and finds herself being coddled by Yoriichi and Muzan is just.....`he's panicking and like he don't know what to do, so like eventually he has to fess up to reader that he fucked up and she has to go get the baby and she and yorrichi lightly have a conversation (roast session) about muzan and responsibility

I know this is a bit strange but please I just think it would be funny

Oh? Okay, okay! I’ll try my best with this and hey, we get to see Yoriichi again! I missed Yoriichi so thank you dearly for giving us the angel back! The angel and demon

If you don’t mind, I’ll name the kid myself since haven’t been given a name

Kibutsuji Muzan- Wondering Child

“Muzan, my love. All you need to do is watch Kuragari” You gently remark with a soft voice and a understanding tint, offering the newborn Kuragari to your husband as his blood reds scanned over both you and the cooing baby. Muzan scoffed under his breath at the rather easy task you given him, watch his own biological infant. He could do it blindfolded and with one arm tied to his back

The moment you walked out of the room, Muzan immediately plopped the blood red-eyed baby into his cute little playcrib as he sat down, right before Kuragari in his playarea, to pick up a nearby abandoned novel to skim through the hefty pages and pinpoint the chapter he was at. He took his eyes of the boy for only a minute or so when he realised the lack of cooing and giggling was concerning, looking up. His heart drooped in concern

He’s gone? He’s gone?! Where did he go?! He’s a baby! How is he gone already?!

Muzan almost panicked as he shot up from his comfortable plush armchair and frantically checked every nook and cranny of the spacious room for Kuragari with some… or more, all furniture thrown at the walls along the way, no success further alarmed him. How is a few months year old already more fidgety and energetic than a bumbling four year old

Muzan ended up almost destroying the entire Infinity Castle in search for a single small demon. He truly had no clue where that bouncing newborn could be and the only reason he had a decent clue was because a number of trees leading down a specific dirt path, once transported out of the Infinity Castle, had the same fang-like bite marks in them. As if a baby animal was teething on the trunks

Perfect

The King of Demons couldn’t be anymore thankful that time itself had given him a shred of mercy and averted the sky to pitch black so the glowing moon would shower cool moonlight down on his dead white complexion. His slight relief was cut short when he finally found the source of sudden familiar giggling, he knew that voice belonged to his son so he followed it

And what he saw terrified him as he definitely had his hands too tied to be able to take action

That… that bastard, Tsugikuni Yoriichi holding his precious baby boy in his lap as Kuragari happily rose his cute tiny hands up to touch Yoriichi’s much bigger, calloused palms. The monstrous human had a very shocked expression on his face as his plum reds looked ready to swell up in tears, his heart touched by the Prince of Demons being so sweet and playful, despite being the enemy

Muzan knew very well he couldn’t intervene at all as the last time he hardly butted heads with that Yoriichi. He only got away with one single strand of his entire being left, it was far too close for his comfort though, he knew he also needed to get his beloved Kuragari back. The only solution that came to his head was you, the boy’s mother

You were a human, just like Yorichi. You could get the boy back, no problem. Unlike Muzan himself

Cemented on his meticulous plan to get his baby back from that beast, Muzan rushed back to the Infinity Castle at his top speed and seemingly arrived in the same room you stood before, just in the nick of time to greet you. “Greetings, my love. Where’s Kuragari?” You ask softly and almost immediately, out of concern as Muzan flinches guilty, sighing out to try relieve him of the stress. He should just tell you, no need to lie or gaslight you into believing such nonsense

“You know that beast, Tsugikuni. He has stolen our son. I only took my eyes off him for a minute, if not two and he was gone, I luckily tracked him down by the teeth marks on trees but I cannot get him back, you know” You sighed displeased, part of you knew this simple task would end in absolute disaster but since you loved the clueless demons, you just flashed a sweet, gentle smile and took his hand encouragingly

“Let’s go find our Kuragari then, my dear”

Laughing joyfully with your precious Kuragari sat on your lap, fiddling and pulling on the lengthy ends of your haori to entertain himself and satisfy his curiosity. You were perched on the open wooden edge-skirt of the homely Minka belonging to the one and only swordsman that ruled the battlefield with a platinum fist, Yoriichi himself. The same Yoriichi who apparently ‘stole’ your son but you got the actual picture from Yoriichi and it made you realise your husband is no where near competent with childcare

“I found this one crawling around my backyard. I don’t know how he got there but he seemed to have travelled miles and was hungry, he kept biting at everything” Every word that human man said felt very genuine and you weren’t ever gonna try deny that him and his statements were

His explanation of the situation made much more sense than what Muzan proclaimed happened, such a weird one nevertheless. Yoriichi didn’t even know your son existed in the first place, why would he go after him?

Needless to say… you and Yoriichi spent almost a hour trading innocent insults at Muzan and his so-called parenting style. You didn’t really hate your husband, he actually tried and took responsibility by telling you about losing him but he should always be watching Kuragari, the newborn should never left alone not had eyes taken off him for even a minute and somebody like Yorichi, who lost his soon-to-be-born child to a demon, knows that

You have learnt to never entrust Kuragari to Muzan, you will just have to go to Yoriichi instead

[formula-fun]

tell people about the glories of ostinato!! the tension, the tenderness, how much love can be stored in a touch, the awkward way sometimes you get the perfect thing at the wrong time and you somehow have to make room for it. and most importantly xavi from steinway.

ostinato is my cutesie lil musician au (that has become long as hell and may end up being a 30k oneshot) which features max being way too career driven and working himself to death while charles quietly teaches him that it IS good to be cared for and to fall in love with the things youre passionate about rather than using them to torture yourself!!! what a concept <3

it also includes: mcdonald's dates. hand porn. fernando/mark/sebastian hostile bromance. putting chapstick on each other. and most importantly xavi from steinway!! this snippet is madly out of context but im posting it anyway because i dont care

A small crowd is gathered between practice rooms one and sixteen, and Max pushes carefully through it as he takes in the dull hush of murmuring. Pierre has an arm around Yuki; George is leaning against the wall studying his shoes with wide eyes; there in the center is Charles, one arm crossed over his stomach and the other hand raised to tug at his own lower lip.

“What happened?” Max says softly, lurching into action. His palm finds the small of Charles’ back; Charles’ big eyes find his own.

“I hate when other people touch him this way,” Charles says. “It’s like someone has put their hands inside my chest. It is like they are reaching in and touching my heart.”

Max’s fingers flex against Charles’ back of their own accord. Bile rises in his throat for a split second, and the familiar white-hot burn of fury that someone would dare make Charles look so small and sad. Half a second is all he gets, fortunately, before Xavi From Steinway unearths himself from behind Charles’ beloved piano.

“It is a broken spinet elbow,” Xavi From Steinway announces. “I will replace it with a plastic one.”

The group at large lets out a soft groan.

“Is that bad?” Max ventures.

“No idea,” Pierre mutters. “It sounds bad.”

Xavi From Steinway begins gently removing pieces of the piano and setting them aside. Charles outs out a hurt sound, and Max scratches at his back.

“It’s okay, right?” Max murmurs to him. “He’ll just replace it and it will be good as new.”

“I know. It is necessary,” Charles says, miserable. “I just hate seeing them like this, with their hearts taken out.”

The soundboard comes free with a clunk, sliding forward in Xavi From Steinway’s hands. Charles lets out a horrified sound, turning in Max’s hold to curl into his chest. “Tell me when it’s over,” he says into his shoulder.

Max isn’t registering anything about what’s going on other than the armful of warm boy he’s suddenly been dealt. Charles’ hair is tickling his nose a little. It smells vaguely citrusy in a cosmopolitan kind of way—expensive and too cool for Max, probably.

Charles mumbles something else, and Max scratches at his back. “What?”

“Will you describe to me what he is doing, please?” Charles says into his ear.

The hair on the back of Max’s neck stands up. “He is, uh,” he looks at the dismantled piano, trying to make sense of it. “I believe he is touching the elbow. It’s broken, and he’s taking it off the arm.”

Charles squirms, tucking himself closer.

“He’s being very gentle,” Max soothes. When he pets over the base of Charles’ neck he relaxes a little, so he does it over and over. “And now he is taking the other piece of the elbow off, and he is being very careful with this, too. The pieces come right off. He does not need to force them at all.”

Charles shifts. “You would not lie just to soothe me?”

“I would not. If he broke anything I would kill him.”

Xavi from Steinway side-eyes him, his face pale..

“Now he is getting out the new piece,” Max continues. “It looks just like all the other ones. And he is putting it in place, and it looks brand new.” He squeezes the back of Charles’ neck. “It will be fine when he puts it all together. Just perfect—you won’t know he has even been in there.”

“Good.”

“You’re doing very well. He’s almost done.” To Xavi, he says, “You’re almost done, right?”

“Almost done,” Xavi confirms.

Max nods. “Almost done,” he repeats softly, mostly to himself.

“You smell good,” Charles mumbles.

His brain stalls out for a minute. Charles’ face is pressed to his neck, his nose right against his pulse point—Charles is drawing comfort from it, probably. Charles likes it.

“I do?” Max says.

“Yeah.” He sighs.

The soundboard slides back into place with a long rasping sound, and then a click that makes Charles flinch in his arms.

“All done,” Xavi From Steinway announces, eyes trained on the toolkit that’s clutched in his hands like a shield. He edges around the room, studiously avoiding Max’s gaze. “If you have any more problems you have my number.”

“It’s all done?” Charles says.

“Yes, all done,” Max repeats.

Charles’s head emerges, his hair a little smushed where it had been pressed up against Max’s jaw. The sight of it makes Max’s heart lurch in a way that’s only a little embarrassing.

[politemagic]

slasher iii & slasher iv

oh geez oh boy oh god here it is. i had to strangle this thing out of my brain and she came out kicking and screaming. unedited, just some fun slasher iii & slasher iv content on this saturday evening. this is... something

there's a good bit of triggers in here, please proceed with caution.

1.15k words

The two of them are just hardcore horror fans, right? They've seen all the classics a million times but as they're getting older it's just not enough. III is the first one to suggest it as he turns off the television after watching the newest horror box office flop. At first, IV thought it was a joke. An outlandish suggestion to throw him off his game. That was the kind of jokester that III was. But there was no humor in his voice when he said in a sinisterly quiet voice.

"We could just do that shit ourselves."

The thought caused excitement to pulse through IV's veins as III laid out the details of his fantasy. It was almost too perfect, he thought. Their calculus professor was a piece of shit who was always too hard on the class, so he made an obvious target. He had no family, which further eased IV's conscience. They'd be doing the world a favor.

It was an experience unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, the thrill of watching the light wink out of his horrified eyes as he clawed at the masks covering their faces, watching the fight leave his body as he fell limp to the floor. He found he didn't quite mind the feeling of his blood soaked jeans clinging to his legs.

III had done most of the dirty work, but who was IV to deprive him of the joy he received from plunging the knife into his victim's stomach? They tidied. up after themselves enough to erase their presence, and waited for someone to find him.

The discovery of the beloved professor’s body the next day came as a shock to the whole community, leaving the town a worried mess. Things only got worse as III and IV selected their next target. She was a young woman, engaged to be married, known for babysitting just about every kid in town– the two of them included. IV’s stomach soured at the thought, but the grin on III’s face stirred his excitement enough to quell his conscience. 

“Don’t worry mate, she’ll be perfect.” He clapped his friend on the shoulder and pulled him into his pickup truck, the bed loaded with enough hunting knives to butcher a stampede.

And perfect she was. They managed to slip into the garage undetected, slinking through the darkened hallways towards the illumination and chatter of the television in the living room. She had nodded off on the couch, her head tilted back and nestled into the corner, surrounded by blankets and pillows. III gave him a silent nod and IV walked around behind her, wrapping an arm around her neck and clamping his hand over her mouth. Her eyes shot open in fear, panic overtaking her body as her eyes raked down every intimidating inch of III as he knelt in front of her, sliding a knife out of his boot. 

IV could feel her gnashing at the flesh of his palm, and simply pressed the crook of his elbow further into her jugular. He could feel her resolve dwindling as she thrashed against his hold, trying to shove III’s towering figure away from her. But III only laughed and swatted away her comparatively small hands as he began tracing the tip of his blade up her pajama clad leg, the twinkle in his eye indicated to IV that he was thoroughly enjoying the muffled whimpers coming from behind IV’s hand, relishing in the way that her body lurched away from him.

When IV felt his hand dampening from her tears, he audibly groaned, looking down to see her beautiful eyes squeezed shut, tears running down her cheeks. If his mask wasn’t covering his mouth he would have leaned down and licked those tears off of her perfect skin himself. But instead, he managed to catch III’s attention, nodding down to her streaming tears and III laughed evilly.

He leaned over her, wiping her tears away with his thumbs, gently caressing her cheeks as he did so, despite IV’s hands covering most of her face. 

“Hey, no use for that,” III cooed. “No point of doing that at all, love.”

Her eyes opened, a bone-chilling fear shooting through her body as she saw the murderous glint in III’s eyes. The tears flowed faster, and as she tried again to break free III restrained her arms with ease, resting his body weight on top of her as he brought his knife up to her line of sight again. 

“We’re going to have a lovely time, the three of us.”

She screamed from behind IV’s hand, making one last attempt to bite at him and managed to find purchase on the meat of his palm, causing him to yelp. She sank her teeth in until she could taste his blood on her tongue, but she found his grip only tightened. When she dared a glance above her, she could see his eyes shut, breathing labored, but when he looked down at her, she realized what a mistake she had made. 

A mixture of her tears and IV’s blood dripped from her chin, and the sight sent a shockwave of excitement through III’s body. He was ecstatic to have a partner in all this, to get to experience his wildest fantasies with his best friend. To share this new side of him with his best friend. 

“Now for the fun part.” He whispered, more to IV than to her, but the words caused her heart to sink, she felt the resolve fly from her body– there was no salvation for her. The coppery tang of his blood on her tongue that had once tasted like victory now tasted of defeat. Not only would she die at their hands, she would die with their repulsive presence invading her every sense.

III felt the familiar rush of euphoria as the blade pierced through her belly, her muffled scream like a favorite song heard on the radio. He didn’t miss the way IV’s hip pressed slightly into the couch, spreading a wide grin across his lips.

This would be the fun part, indeed.

Hours later, III laid down in his bed, resting an arm behind his head as he replayed the events of the day, that same grin still plastered on his face. He felt his eyes drifting closed, sleep ready to take his body when he heard the sound of his phone vibrating on his nightstand. His heart leaped at the sight of your name, and your sweet message.

i guess you turned in early tonight. sweet dreams, i love you <3

As he laid back down, his eyes falling shut one more time, his mind conjured up the most beautiful plan for you. 

A special surprise.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Do we have to get out of bed?"

Pairing: Rook hunt x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff

TW: The characters are aged up, use of "mama" as a gender neutral term for a parent.

AN: It's time for the man, the myth, the legend himself: Rook! Ngl, this hunter gave me a ton of trouble with the fic. I'm still a bit unhappy with this, since I know it isn't one of my best works, but it is something. Happy birthday to everyone's favorite hunter <3 I hope you enjoy ^^ (PS: at one point, the reader is referred to as "mama". It is supposed to be read as a gender neutral term for a parent. If anyone who's fluent in French knows an actual gender neutral term for parent, please let me know ^^)

You opened your eyes to the chirping of birds outside your room, and the feeling of strong, warm arms around your middle. The warmth behind your body shifted slightly, pulling you closer and making you smile.

"Rook."

The blonde haired man hummed, letting you know that he was awake. Soft lips graced your neck with careful and slow kisses, a routine he performed daily as a sign of his love.

You turned in his hold, eyes softening as they met those of your husband. Rook smiled at you.

"Bonjour, mon amour," he hummed, leaning slightly to place yet another kiss, this time at your lips. Pulling away, he continued speaking in that slightly raspy tone that he always got in the morning, "Did you sleep well?"

You nodded, absentmindedly running your fingers over the slight stubble on his face. Rook let you do as you pleased, his eyes not straying a moment away from yours.

The sliver of sunlight coming in through the gap between the curtains framed the soft domestic scene that was your reality. You knew there were things to do, responsibilities of real life that would have you be separated from the arms of your beloved husband soon enough (a crime, truly). But these precious few moments, ones Rook insisted on experiencing every morning, gave you all the energy you would need to complete your daily tasks and come back to your husband's loving embrace each night.

After a few minutes of just staring at each other in content silence, you asked, "What are your plans for today?" Rook sighed, closing his eyes and burrowing in your hair. "I'm taking the twins to visit maman et papa. They've been asking to see them lately."

"Have you told them that they will be here for Christmas?"

"I did, but they were insistent," Rook hummed, fingers making lazy circles on your hip. "Will you be joining us, my dear?"

"I would love to, but there's some things I must get done today. And if you're taking the kids out of the house then I can buy their gifts and hide them."

"Ah."

"Give my regards to mom and dad, hm?"

"Of course mon amour."

You smiled, then made a move to get up.

Rook's hold on you tightened, and he pulled you right back where you started, body flush against him. Laughter left you shaking in his arms slightly. "Rook, we need to get up."

"Must we? Surely a few more minutes with me would not hurt~"

Before you could reply that yes, you two did need to leave the bed, a knock sounded on the door before it was opened, and in ran your two children, the apples of your eyes.

The boy immediately jumped onto your bed, shaking an amused Rook, "Papa! Papa wake up! We gotta go!" The blonde man let out a chuckle, letting go of you to take your son in his arms and tickle him. Peals of laughter left both son and father as they engaged in some play-fighting, Rook making sure not to be too rough with his child.

Your daughter, on the other hand, calmly stood near your side of the bed, looking at you with a sleepy smile. The calmer counterpart to her excitable brother, she gently tapped your arm with her palm. "Morning mama."

You scooped her up in your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead as you sat her on your lap. "Morning sweetie."

Both of you watched the boys as they played around, messing up the bedsheets in their fun. Your daughter cheered her father on, and the betrayed look your son sent to his twin had you laughing.

What a perfect start to a perfect day, for the perfect family you had made with the love of your life.

Back to Masterlist...

[smilingformoney]

A Welcome Surprise

Snape x reader | smut

A gift for my beloved @sevsnapes 💚🐍 she promised to draw me some wonderful art and I said, I don’t have much money but I can pay you in blowjobs? So here is said blowjob 😏

“Care to escape?”

Severus turned around at the familiar sound of your voice. He nodded, and the two of you quickly slid away from the party to a quieter wing of the Malfoy Mansion.

You slipped into the library, knowing no one would disturb you here, and Severus sank into the nearest armchair with a sigh.

“Thank you,” he said as he rested his face in his palm. “If one more person had congratulated me on being a ‘war hero’ I may well have cursed the entire lot of them.”

“You’re doing well, baby,” you cooed as you straddled his lap and began gently running your hands down his clothed chest. “I know how much you hate these events. I thought you might like to… relax.”

Severus looked at you then with a raised eyebrow. “Oh?” he murmured, his voice low and silky. “And how exactly do you propose I go about this?”

You grinned devilishly as you bent down to kiss his neck, making sure to be particularly gentle over his scar. He let out a low grunt as your hands travelled further down and your fingers lightly brushed against his growing bulge. He reached up to touch you, but you pinned his wrist down onto the arm of the chair.

“Relax, Sev,” you hummed. “Let me take care of you.”

You deftly popped open the buttons of his trousers and slipped your hand underneath the fabric to feel his throbbing cock against your palm.

“Is that for me?” you teased.

“Y - yes,” Severus whined. “You… all for you…”

“Such a good boy. May I please taste you?”

He nodded desperately, and you slid down to your knees, pulling his clothing down with you to fully expose him to the air. You glanced up at him, so beautiful with his hair a mess and lust etched across his face. His chest heaved with his heavy breaths and you saw his fingernails digging into the arm of the chair.

You started gently, gradually introducing your touch to his sensitive cock, starting with your fingers, then your palm, as you ran your hands up and down his shaft.

“So pretty,” you murmured, and Severus’ fingers dug in tighter into the fabric he was desperately clinging on to.

You knew you didn’t have long before the absence of the great war hero Severus Snape was noticed and someone came looking for you. Severus let out a long, deep breath as your lips wrapped around his tip and you let the precum drip onto your tongue. You lapped it up hungrily before moving further down his shaft, expertly unlocking your jaw and tipping your head back to allow his entire length to slip down your throat.

“Fuck…” Severus whined. He held still but you could tell he was itching for more, so you gave it to him. You began to bob your head forward and back gently, just a few inches at a time, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of his warm, wet length down your throat.

Severus finally released his grip on the chair only to slip his fingers into your hair as he cradled your head in his lap. You allowed him to guide you, following the pressure of his hand on the back of your head.

He started slow, steady, trying to hold out for as long as he could. But when you looked up at him, he let out a grunt and began thrusting into your mouth with more vigour than before.

The library was silent and you couldn’t speak for his cock in your mouth, but Severus made plenty enough noise for you both. His grunts echoed around the large room, and if anyone had been hiding in the corners, they would be in no doubt as to what was going on between you.

When he came, it was with a loud shout of your name, and his hips slammed into your face once more before stilling, allowing his cum to shoot down your throat.

Severus sat back into the armchair, a blissed-out look on his face. You sat up on your knees as you released his length from your lips and you swallowed down the rest of his cum.

“Well, well,” came a voice from your left, and the both of you looked over in surprise when you realised you weren’t alone. Lucius grinned hungrily. “Now this is a welcome surprise.”

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Matty at reading today did something to me.. flatmate smut after the show? 🤭

flatmate/dad!matty my beloved!! combining with girlie (any au) telling matty how proud she is after the set and he gets a love boner

you know how matty left the stage earlier than the other boys? literally the first thing he did was go to find you, hanging a bit further back at the side of the stage with his mum, your mum, and your daughters - dylan, who's canonically almost three at this point, has her little headphones on and is fighting to stay awake clinging onto your leg, but baby elena is fast asleep in her nana's arms lol. he hugs his mum and your mum first, dropping a soft little kiss onto the baby's fluffy little head, before he scoops your toddler into his arms and pulls you in for a kiss. and denise is like "listen, we'll take the girls back to the hotel and keep an eye on them, you two go and have fun"; you and matty are both like "are you sure?", and your mum takes a now-sleeping dylan from matty like "yes. go! enjoy yourselves", so you hug your mothers and kiss your babies goodnight, and then matty takes your hand and leads you back towards the stage area.

i think you pull him into a little darkened corner so you can kiss him properly, your hands in his hair and his on your waist - matty grins when you break for air like "was the onstage snog not enough for you, babe?", and you take his face in your hands like "shut up, i'm just really proud of you, s'all. always knew that album was amazing, and it would lead to amazing things for you and the boys, but seeing all those people sing it with you and appreciate it so much an actual decade later... it's surreal. nearly cried about five times out of pride during the set. and then another five cos of how good you sounded. and probably another ten on top of that just cos i fancy you so much lol. yeah. i just love you a lot, babe, and i'm really really proud of you". matty smiles really sweetly at you, turning his head so he can kiss the palm of your hand then pulling you into a hug (with a head kiss) like "i genuinely, genuinely couldn't have done any of it without you. i love you", and the two of you just hold each other, gently swaying, for a while - that is, until you feel something familiar pressing into your lower stomach lmao. the smile is audible in your voice as you whisper "babe, are you hard right now?", and matty sighs "yeah, i am. i can't help it though! i'm just... feeling the love from you"; you pull back so you can give him a peck like "well, let's find somewhere private and sort it out then", and matty's like "really? i had plans for us to go and have a wander, see who else was playing right now", and you're like "well, we can still do that after i get you off, yeah? and honestly, i've been thinking about doing that for you since the second you stepped onstage tonight, baby". matty laughs and shakes his head in disbelief like "almost ten years on and we're still fucking insatiable for each other. alright, sweetheart, let's find somewhere where i can get you out of those fucking jeans in peace".

after five minutes of running around hand-in-hand, giggling like the horny twenty-somethings you once were as you search the artists' area for a suitable shagging location, "somewhere" turns out to be an unoccupied and totally empty dressing room belonging to a young band you saw play and met that afternoon - matty's like "god i hope they haven't forgotten anything and need to get back in", and you're like "it's fine they were all looking at you as if they'd actually met god earlier lol they'd be honoured to find out we got it on in their dressing room". matty laughs as he locks the door behind you and presses you up against it, pressing kisses into your neck and chest as he unbuttons your shirt like "god, i love you", and you impatiently pull his t shirt over his head like "then fuck me like it now, please!"; he's like "oh, i intend to", kissing you and walking you backwards towards the makeshift dressing table (a regular table with a mirror wall-mounted above it lmao), before spinning you around, unbuttoning your jeans, and bending you over it. while matty works on pushing your jeans and thong down, you pull your tits out of the cups of your bra (which earns you a "fuuuuuuuck, babe") and grind back against matty, who's undoing his trousers with one hand and rifling in his pocket with the other - he's like "huh. i don't have a condom. that alright?" and you smirk at him in the mirror like "well, that's on-brand for you", giggling as matty rolls his eyes and smacks your bum before continuing "yes, it's alright. i really don't care, i just need you inside me now, babe, please". at that, matty bends down to kiss your shoulder like "alright, sweetheart", and then slowly slides inside you, watching your jaws drop in tandem through the mirror as he bottoms out. and i think it starts out quite tender and slowly passionate, the two of you exchanging "i love you"s and matty reaching forward to hold your hand as he thrusts into you, but that doesn't last long - given how fucking feral the two of you are for each other, within a couple of minutes you're being fucked quite relentlessly, matty holding your hips so hard they'll bruise as he pounds into you, his eyes flitting between your tits and your fucked-out face. and him being him, he's desperate for you to cum before he does, so he snakes a hand round to touch your clit, cooing "i know, baby, i know it feels good. will you cum for me, gorgeous, be my good girl and cum all over my dick? need you to do that for me, sweetheart, please" in response to your moans. as soon as you hear "good girl", you're a goner, orgasm hitting you so hard you genuinely start crying, which in turn triggers matty's - after a few more stuttered thrusts and a plea from you to "fill me up, baby, please", matty's done, collapsing on top of you as he cums inside you. you both kinda manoeuvre yourselves so you can kiss after you've caught your breath a little bit, before hissing as matty pulls out and reaches down to grab the little packet of tissues from your jeans pocket; after he's cleaned you both up and you redress, matty grabs your face and kisses you really tenderly like "that was fucking incredible. you're fucking incredible. i love you, wifey", and you're like "i love you so much. and i'm still so proud of you". matty groans like "babe you need to stop with that before i fucking pop another boner honestly", and you giggle like "i wouldn't mind that! but yeah. if we leave now we can still make it to the other stage in enough time to continue the nostalgia and hear mr brightside lol", and matty kisses you one more time before he says "let's go, then, babe" <3

[writerwithbrainrot]

Come Back to Bed.

Never understood why people wrote at three am, yet here I am, at three am.

I understand now.

Time has a nightmare, and Malon comforts him.

Warnings: Mentions of death, let me know If I need to add more.

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It was late, and dark. The clouds covered the moon but at this moment, it was probably for the better.

Malon stirred in her bed, from what, she didn't know but when she turned to get closer to her husband, she felt the cold of the sheets where he should have layed. Malon opened her eyes and confirmed that Time had indeed left the bed. She sighed.

As of late, he'd been restless, and dreams were not kind to the man. Maybe it was a sigh from the goddess, she hoped that she was wrong.

Getting up, she put her feet in her slippers to avoid the cold wooden floor and stood, fiddling in the dark with a match as she lit a lantern she kept near their bed and picked it up. The metal was cold, just as the bed was without her beloved husband.

Walking through the home, she could hear her father snoring in another room, and smiled. She'd used to hate his snores as a child but now, she wasn't able to sleep in her home without them. Going down stairs she noticed two things.

One, Time's jacket was missing.

Two, the key to the horse barn was gone.

Heading outside, Malon headed to the barn, Time liked to brush Epona when upset at night. That she knew as she had screamed her lungs out one morning seeing him asleep in the hay without knowing he had snuck out, covered in horse hair.

She entered the barn and immediately saw the dim light of a lantern in the back and smiled, walking past the sleeping horses and turning to see an exhausted Time brushing Epona's tail. Her mane was in braids, and her min body all clean and shiny.

"Honey." Malon said, placing her lantern down, her voice snapping him out of whatever daze he was in. "It isn't even near dawn. What is botherin' you?"

"It's nothing." he said, continuing to brush Epona's tail but Malon's warm soft hand landed gently on his cheek, guiding his face to look at hers.

"Yes, nothing." she said with a soft chuckle. "And by nothing, you mean you're just in here for fun?"

He leaned into her warm, kind touch, kissing her palm and placing the brush down to hold her other hand.

Malon, oh goddess Malon. To others, a simple ranch woman with firey red hair covered in unpleasant things. To Time? Malon was his world, Malon was the blue sky to a hurricane at sea, Malon was him home, Malon was his savior.

He sighed as Malon sat him down on the hay. With shaky breaths, he began to talk. But Malon stopped him. "You don't have to tell me." she started. "I know how you are, always to stubborn to let me carry the burden. But I just want you to know that right here, in this barn, you're not a hero, you're my fairy boy, and nothing you could say could ever scare me away."

Time kissed Malon, caressing her face as he did, letting his lips linger for a moment before pulling away. Goddess, he was so greatful to and for Malon.

"I was dreaming I was back in Termina." he began. "It was the last day, and you were somewhere. I had no idea where but somewhere you were there. .. I couldn't find you, and I was starting to be attacked, I blinked and I was at the tree inside the moon, ans you were in the tree-"

Malon squeezed his hands, and he raised them up to be placed on his forehead, sighing. "I don't know what I'd do if something EVER happen to you. . ." he said, kissing her hands.

Malon kissed his hands as well. "But it was a dream. I promise, no scary monster can ever take me away from you." Her eyes met his, and she could see the fear in them. "I swear to the goddesses that no one will take me away, and if you're ever sent on another chase, I will be waiting right here, in this ranch for you to return. There will be warm bread and milk waiting for you on the table for when you arrive and I'll be there, waiting to hig you and kiss you and wrap you up in blankets warmed by the fire."

Time smiled and they scooted close to one another, enveloped in a hug on the hay, silence around them but it was more than enough for Time at the moment, knowing his world was always by his side.

Malon stood up, bringing him to his feet aswell. "Now then, come on. It's freezing out here and I'm sure that Epona wants to rest."

On que, the old horse neighed and Malon laughed. Time smiled and kissed her forehead.

Both exited the barn, lanterns by their sides and hands intertwined with one another's. "Come on." she said, as the moon appeared from behind the clouds. "Lets get back to bed."

When they boke woke up later that morning when the sun was up, neither made an effort to move. Sometimes it was better to just stay in bed with someone you loved deeply.

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Bamb! It's short but who cares! Feedback and criticism is always appreciated I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night!