#o(-< and yet. right now i choose to stay at a job

[chowowed]

i love teaching, i love it SO much. it’s incredibly fun. Most of the time, it’s enjoyable, students are hilarious, and I have a blast. I do not have a blast getting targeted by parents, having administrators fall through on discipline, not being told anything by that same admin, being forced to teach a half-written curriculum word for word, having to fight the school board just to get paid a livable wage, alongside the 21+ hours of my free time I have to spend taking classes just to keep teaching.

All that happens and i just look at my second job, and look at all the cool things I could do with it if I had more time. Making an entire topographic map of every ding and dent on an airplane, including the maintenance history and cause? Filling out gigantic spreadsheets of every maintenance task a specific airplane needs and at what interval? All from the comfort of my own home? Without having to interact with others???? Suddenly quitting doesn’t seem half bad.

[matenrou-fan]

May I request Diavolo and Lucifer in a poly relationship with a female baker reader?

Diavolo x fem! baker! s/o x Lucifer

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Ooh, poor Barbatos.. He has a competition now right here..

-Well, but can I really call it 'competition' if we all already know the winner? Of course it would be you. Because both your boyfriends are waiting for your baking more than for holidays.

-"Mm.. This pie that you made today, s/o.. It's absolutely fantastic!" - Diavolo laughs, with his casual loud tone. - "I haven't eaten something so sweet for centuries! And the dough is so soft it's like it's melting in my mouth.."

"Oh, Dia, stop it.." - You can't help but chuckle too, as it's really hard to stay calm and serious when the young Lord is smiling like that. - "You literally had a little tea party with Lucifer yesterday, aren't you? I'm sure Barbatos treated you two with no less yummy things.."

"Great considerable skill, even if it was developed and gone deeper through a hundred years, will never withstand a pure savour of real love.." - low chuckle escapes Lucifer's lips as he looks at you. - "It more feels not like the softness of the dough, but more like the softness of your caring heart, s/o.."

"What a great way to compliment, Lucifer!" - Diavolo gets surprised along with you, then titters shyly. - "Ahh, now I want to amuse s/o with my grateful words too.. Or maybe a kiss would be better to show my appreciation..?"

-It doesn't matter if baking is your job or just a hobby, your boyfriends would spoil you with presents to help you improve your skill and learn something new.

-And they both will choose everything themselves. For example, Lucifer can just ask (order?) Satan checks the library or bookstore for new recipe books for you, because his little brother knows these places inside out. Yet he prefers to go all alone, slowly exploring store shelves, flipping through different books. He will try to find something with only new interesting recipes, or with the things you say you wanted to bake..

-And Diavolo can just rely on his loyal servant's taste, as Barbatos is really good at finding high-quality spices and seasonings for his own cooking.. But your lover would go with his underling, to choose something himself, that he thinks would please your soul. Hm, aren't you talking about these expensive sprinkles a few days ago?

-Uh.. But there's so many magic items in Devildom, who knows what ended up in your arms this time?

-"Hm.. These strudels you made this time, darling. They're so much sugar.." - Diavolo mumbled, quickly draining his cup of tea. - "Even for me.. It's so sweet.."

"Was something in your mind when you baked it, s/o..?" - Lucifer also seems so unpleasant after a few bites, cause he had less sweet tooth than your other lover.

"I'm sorry.. Apparently, the baking soda I added this time had some magic effect.." - with blush on your cheeks, your gaze was fixed on a small package, too ashamed to look at your beloved demons.

"Mm? There's a small footnote.. If someone will use it for cooking for their lover, the level of sugar in the final product will increase depending on the strength of their love.." - Lucifer gets behind you and leans closer, reading over your shoulder.

For a moment you all froze.. How can you not notice this small note?! Yet then a prideful demon smirked, watching as your face got even more red:

"Oh.. how sweet of you, s/o.."

"I.. I have no choice but to savor every last bit of your love in that case, s/o.." - Diavolo nods as his cheeks also get redder, and he places another piece of strudel in his mouth with a more pleasant face.

"I also suddenly have an appetite for more.."

-I also totally can see Diavolo willing to learn something himself to understand what you're talking about, just because he gets kinda jealous when see you chatting with Barb about some new topping you find.

-"Oh! Yes, I do understand..!" - sparkles of joy flash in his pale yellow eyes, making it shine almost like gold. - "You're talking about bicarbonate of soda, aren't you..?"

"Hehe, no, dear.. It's cream of tartar, actually" - a small smirk appears on your lips. You were showing them both the new ingredients you bought for your next dessert, and it looks like Diavolo gets really interested. - "Well, but your guess was kinda close.."

"Since when did you start to understand something in baking? Or at least try to understand, Diavolo?" - your other lover smirks too, looking at different bags in your arms.

"W-well.. I just thought if I would know more I would be able to support s/o more in her interest.." - a small blush appears on Diavolo's cheeks as he looks away, shooting his eyes with furrowed brows in embarrassment.

"Oh! Then maybe we should ask our little darling to teach us?" - Lucifer's amused gaze meets yours. - "What do you think about it, chef?"

-Kitchen in House of Lamentation survived enough things already, so it turns for Demon Lord's Castle's Kitchen now. Cause it's gonna be an interesting experience..

-Lucifer would try to do everything accurately and carefully. He's an avatar of Pride, after all, he wants to surprise you with his cooking skill and receive some praise and compliments from you. When Diavolo would be more goofy, using this quality time not only to learn something but just to fool around with you.

-And everything ended up with Lucifer also playing along with your antics, forgetting about his role as strict partner, and actually enjoying some silly time. Yes, he will also love corny things like smearing each other's noses in cream or getting the whole kitchen in flour..

-"Huh.. I always scold my brother for this mess they always make in our place when it's their time to make dishes.. But it turns out I'm no better than them.." - Lucifer mumbled with furrowed brows and crossed arms after you three calmed down, and was just standing, catching your breath, all in dough, cream and glaze.

"Hahaha! But it was absolutely delightful, wasn't it?" - the loud laugh of Diavolo thundered through the whole kitchen, as he was even more excited and playful than usual now. - "I'm sure it would be the most delicious thing we all ever taste..!"

"Well, we will know after half an hour.." - you giggle, looking at the working oven. - "I think this time would be enough for us to clean at least part of this mess.."

"You're right.. Just please, never tell my brothers about this thing.." - Lucifer's voice gets quieter as he looks at you with a soft gaze. - "I don't want them to know about this side of me.. It's our little secret, okay?"

"Then maybe we should keep the whole situation confidential?" - Diavolo chuckles, his fingers on his lips. - "Despite the fact that I do want to brag a little about our ultimate cake, I also wish that this tea party would be enjoyed by just the three of us.."

[mngo-jii]

HUZZAH UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN ONCE MORE!!! i'd like to request daniel page x male reader hcs where reader is an animagus! you can choose the animal! (you don't have to stick to one animal either!)

“ LOOKS LIKE YOU’VE GOT A NEW PET, PAGE. ”

animals: dog, cat, bunny, bird ++ can be read as gender neutral!

letter ✉️: I apologize if the animals I used are too basic or simple! Other specific animals can fall into some of these, though—like wolves in dogs, and obviously there's a wide variety of birds so you don't have to imagine a plain Euresian Tree Sparrow

ⵢ₊˚ dog (or wolf!) ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

...He does this mean thing where he commands you and talks to you like you're an actual dog—even in your human form!

If you get constantly annoyed by this, he definitely laughs at your face like a bully. Sometimes it seems like he's worse than Cassandra! (never the Frey twins though, that is crossing the line /j)

If you behave like an actual pet dog and do as he says or react to the things he calls you (good dog, bad dog), then he'll be a little flustered about it. Mostly amused, slightly embarrassed. It doesn't stop him from teasing you, but his wobbly grin and pink cheeks don't falter.

It's become such a natural thing, that sometimes Daniel can no longer help but to actually order you at times he isn't even teasing you.

i.e. during battles and he thinks it's not the right time to attack yet. He tells you to "stay." And to other people, it doesn't seem rooted to the fact you're an Animagus at all, but it is—especially when he follows it with a warning "sit."

On the bright side, you get praise constantly. Still as if you're an actual pet dog, but it's still praise nonetheless!

"Good [MC]. Good [MC] 😊!"

"Let's go, you did it! Good job, good job!"

Head rubs, head pats randomly, especially when he passes by. Bonus points if you have your ears out! He'll scratch them instead

Unfortunately for you, other people also act like you're an actual pet of his.

"Daniel Page, will you please put your dog on a leash for once?"

"What's Daniel's little pup gonna do about it?"

"Hi, [MC]! Oh, where's Daniel?" ("Daniel isn't my owner, Ivy...") "What do you mean? That's not what I meant at all! 😁🧍🏻‍♀️"

ⵢ₊˚ cat /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ

I have a feeling that Daniel really likes cats.

They're peaceful, they prefer solitude—just like him! It's no wonder his patronus is a black cat

And no wonder he likes you a lot. Too much, maybe.

Dotes on you a lot 😭 even when you aren't even transformed as a cat.

"Hey, [MC], want to partner u-?"

"No." Daniel snatches you away, squinting distrustingly at the poor student.

"Erm... O-Okay?"

"Chill, Daniel. No one's gonna take [MC] away from you." Robyn sweatdrops, looking over to him disapprovingly.

Asks you to change into your animagus form a lot-

At first he only made excuses to it—some were lame, some made sense. It was still apparent that he just wanted to pet and coddle you ☠️

Nowadays he's shameless, even practically begging you to do so 😭 the excuses he once made that actually made sense are now just mere bonus points to if you did what he was pleading you to do.

He doesn't call you any names as much as if you were a dog animagus. The thought makes him a bit awkward, especially "kitten." 😭😭

But he does call you "kitty" in an endearing way when you're transformed as a cat, and in a teasing way in times you aren't—or if you aren't fully.

By that I mean if you only have your ears and tail out.

While we're on that, I should also mention how Daniel practically short-circuited the first time he saw you like that

He couldn't look you in the eye, poor boy!

He also calls you "tuna breath." Little bastard

ⵢ₊˚ bunny ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Calls you "bunny" AFAHGSHK it's really cute! It's never in a teasing way, it's really just a term of endearment

It really flusters you because he does it with so much affection 😭 like when he comes up to your side and takes your hand to gently kiss the knuckles, greeting you with a soft "Hi, bunny :)"

"Morning, bunny"

"How're you doing, bunny?"

"Eat yet, bunny?"

"G'night, bunny"

I don't think he's aware of the grip it has on you 😭

Brushes down your ears to calm you down, like during times you're ranting!

Pinches your cheeks constantly! Especially in your animagus form, but as time goes by he starts doing it in your normal form as well

For some reason I don't think he'd do much if you were a bunny. I can't see much teasing, I think he'd just find you super cute jsnxbx

Probably makes jokes about you and carrots, though. Like he'd tell someone that you'd want a carrot cake even if you don't. Or that you'd prefer carrot juice over your all-time favorite drink (he gets the latter for you anyway, don't worry).

In grocery shopping he jokingly points at the carrots section and asks if you'd want a little snack 😭

ⵢ₊˚ bird ˏ₍•ɞ•₎ˎ

He kind of envies you LMAO

He wishes he could fly as well, especially in situations he's in the spotlight. He wishes he could flap his own wings and fly out of the situation

Calls you "birdie." And it's quite the opposite of "bunny"—he uses it to make fun of you only 😭

For some reason I can see him teasing you way more than the first 2 ones

You come across the pond and he sees a flock of ducks, he'll point at them and go "Hey, is that your family?"

Whether or not your patronus is a duck doesn't matter!! 😭 He'll use every bird in existence to tease you

Jokingly refuses to eat the roasted chicken at the Great Hall because he says he doesn't want to offend you. Girl

A crow flies past you, making you think it's about to attack you until Daniel pulls you away from its direction. "Looks like a certain bird doesn't like your species." "Daniel, I'm still... human."

All that aside though, a side effect and rather consequence of this action of his is that every time he sees a bird he thinks of you 😭 and it makes him think he's going crazy LMAOOO

He really likes watching you fly around, especially outside. There's just something so peaceful about it, and knowing it's you makes it even better.

There was this one time he saw a bird fly past the window of the classroom and he was like "[MC]?" and his seatmate looked at him strange

[xxktnexx]

Last Kill Do Us Part

Previews Chapter

CONTINUATION WITH PREVIEWS CHAPTER

CHAPTER 2

Warnings : Unprotected sex, Oral sex, Rough Sex, Cursing, Masturbation, etc.

Pairing : Chanyeol x F!Reader

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Taking a bath as soon as I got home took longer than I expected. Usually I would just scrub away the evidence of my job, do some little stuff from this and that and then prepare myself to sleep.

But the adrenaline coursing through my veins was still as active as it can be.

I can’t seem to calm down.

Well, the pleasure Chanyeol granted me earlier had a big part of it.

Hence resulting me to be in my bathtub right now with a lukewarm water to relax and fingers inside my cunt and arousal in the air.

I didn’t really plan to masturbate. It was more of wanting to soak in a warm bath to relax my nerves but when I closed my eyes, I could see Chanyeol's face.

How his perfect build suits my taste. How his eyes darkened with lust. How he smirks in satisfaction. How he kissed me. And how he fingered me to oblivion.

My hand travels from my neck to my breast. Giving it a gentle squeeze, remembering how Chanyeol’s hand fit them well enough. I wasn’t a big-racked girl but I’m most definitely not flat chested. I was in the middle. Well-sized enough to trigger indecent thoughts to anyone.

I played with my hardening nipples, visualising how he usually does it. Pinching it hard enough before flicking it and mostly rolling it with my finger.

My other hand caresses my stomach sensually. Rubbing it slowly as it snaked down south into my core. I rub my clit and moan with delight.

Imagining that it was his fingers doing such actions to my private part. I didn’t hesitate to sink two fingers in, I was that turned on with the thoughts of him.

My fingers can never compare to his. Those big, long and callus fingers only suit him best. But imagination can work wonders. My vision of him was so vivid that it didn’t take long for me to cum.

I was panting when I came down from my high, yet I stayed in the tub for a couple more minutes. I thought that was enough but it seems like my body isn’t agreeing with me. Looks like my insomnia is kicking real bad right now. Maybe I should pop one pill then just one more orgasm and I can finally sleep.

No, fingers aren’t enough this time. I need a much thicker and longer thing. I thought and stepped out from the tub.

If I can, I'd wanted the real thing but I don't want to call Chanyeol. I don't want to feed his ego by sounding needy and desperate. No, over my dead body.

I wiped myself and dried my hair with a blower. I grabbed some clothes in the closet which were a loose white tee and undies. Some other times I liked sleeping completely naked but usually sleep with just these two. 

After putting on some serum and some other nightly routine, I grab a glass of water and my sleeping pills before going to bed. I also took my prized-possession vibrating dildo that I have been using for as long as I can remember.

I took a pill and flushed it down with water. I layed down on the bed and started to spread my legs open to pleasure myself. I took my pleasure stick, lubed the tip just enough to wet it and glide it gently over my clitoris.

At first I choose to watch porn to get in the mood but it just feels off. The way the actors and actresses do it looks so fake to me. I can read their movements all the time. How they exaggerate all the whining, the moaning and all shaking. I can even tell when she fakes a climax. Or how they already have to proceed to sex even if the guy wasn’t as aroused as he should be. The not so hard cock he’s sporting is just one of the bases that gives it away.

Anyway, it looks like I’m back to my usual back up plan again.

I exited the porn site I was scrolling on and went to the secured drive I have been using personally. I opened the folder with its security pin and was greeted by pictures and video that I would never let anyone see. Most pictures and videos were mine. Just pretty selfies or sceneries I wanted to keep.

There's one more folder inside and when I opened it, two files popped up.

It was one picture and a video of Chanyeol that he sent me before, and I would rather gulp down thousand blades, skin myself alive and maybe kill myself after than to let him know that I kept it.

Saving it was never the plan actually, it was just on impulse but I can’t seem to delete it. Don’t ask me why, I have no answer for that.

I clicked the picture first. It was a mirror shot of him in the gym. Topless and flaunting his well defined abs in all its glory. I unconsciously bit my lower lip. The sight of him made me wet almost immediately. 

I swipe to the side to watch the video now. At first it was all just a cam-shuffle with him settling on his bed. With all honesty I thought he was just sending a video to annoy me when I first saw it a year ago. But my eyes went wide when a different kind of teasing was sent my way.

The cam flips to the back cam and focuses on his already hard dick. It was so rock hard that it was standing on its own, veins almost visible and leaking precum.

He enclosed his hand around the base and started to pump slowly. I too gently run the dildo over my folds, coating it with my slick before slowly pushing it inside. Slowly matching the pace of Chanyeol’s pump on his rod.

“Hah, hah.” Chanyeol was panting in the video. His abdomen rises and falls to take as much air as he needed.

“Fuck y/n… You’re making me so hard.”

His husky voice is making me delirious. I pushed my sex toy inside me faster and harder now as Chanyeol increased his speed. Imagining that it was his thing wrecking me real good.

“Shit, I… can vividly… imagine you bouncing… on my cock.” He admitted between breaths.

And I can imagine his fat cock roughly entering me right now. I was breathing heavily

“I’m so close, baby. I’m cumming.” Voice straining from his effort.

I switch the vibrator on at the same time Chanyeol roughly jerks his dick. His hips failed to keep still and thrust itself on his hand.

While my pussy squeezed tighter on the sex toy as I pictured out that it was my gummy-hole that’s making him feel good.

With a couple more thrust, his hips stutter and strings of white shot out of his tip. 

“Oh my God y/n.” He was groaning and panting. Uttering my name like a mantra.

The mere idea that it was me he’s imagining, not to mention the sound he’s making and sight of his huge dick pushed me off the edge. I felt myself climaxing, “Holy fuck.” I gasp out. Back arching off the matress with legs trembling from satisfaction.

The item continued vibrating guiding me through my orgasm. And after a couple more seconds, I switch it off and slide the long and thick, well not as much as Yeol’s, plastic item out of my drench vagina. Slightly moaning cause of how sensitive I've become.

I can hear Chanyeol still panting in the video and I was too, our sounds synching like we really are together at the moment.

“Haaaaah. Hahaha.” He sighs and then laughs. “Hope you enjoyed that. Hmm nah, I know you enjoy that.” He stated in the video chuckling.

I rolled my eyes like he was really here.

To be completely honest, I wanted to avoid using his video as much as possible because I don’t want to create any kind of feeling that may bloom no matter how small and in what form it is.

But considering all we’ve been doing for years now, it’s too late. Connection was already there whether I like it or not.

It's just that I’m not sure what form it has become.

Hopefully, something that wouldn’t be a burden to me.

I exited the media and out of my safe drive. I turned my phone off before lazily grabbing the tissue on my nightstand without even standing up.

I wiped myself clean and the dildo before tossing the tissue in the bin and the dildo in the drawer. I'll just wash it tomorrow.

I put on my underwear and cover myself with the comforter. My eyes were turning heavy from sleepiness, it looks like my activity and the meds are finally kicking in.

Thank God. I can finally rest.

One last yawn and I was off to sleep before I could notice it.

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“Hmm… Ah.”

Who's that?

My consciousness was stirring from the sound.

“Ah…” The moan came again and now accompanied by heavy panting.

“God, you look so tasty.”  

A deep low voice mumbled in admiration.

Someone is in my room!

I force myself out of slumber. Fighting the sleepiness that wanted my eyes to stay close.

The first thing I saw was my right leg arch up in the air with my underwear still dangling on it.

What the actu— “Ahh…”

The sudden pleasure between my legs interrupted my line of thought. I looked down only to see Chanyeol, mouth attached on my private part, making out with it slowly.

My hand, which was already holding his soft locks, grip tighter. Earning me a soft groan from him.

The sound and vibration sent a pleasant tingle to my spine making another moan escape my lips.

It was me. It was me moaning all along.

“You’re up.” He mumbled, lips still ghosting over my sensitive lower lips.

“What are… you doing… here?” I asked in between breaths as he continued making out with my private area. “When… did you… come?”

He didn’t answer back with words but with another set of sucking and licking.

“Oh My God.” My eyes rolled up when he flatten his tongue around my entrance and lap at it like a dog.

My pants turn rug, hand tightly pulling on his hair, thighs locking his head in place. I rock my hips forward, towards his open mouth. The slurping sound it’s making is telling me how much of a mess I have become. And it's all because of Chanyeol.

One, two more grinding and I was about to reach climax. But my moans turn to frustrated growls when he snatches that peak away from me.

Chanyeol opened up my thighs for him to back away, grinning at me like a devil.

“You fucking bas–!!” I couldnt even finnish the string of curses I was about to say when he shove his whole length inside me. Sheathing it to hilt.

And I came from just that one powerful penetration. 

“Ahhh, that went in easily.” Chanyeol said, chuckling. “And you came immediately too.” 

This fucking sadist.

“God, loosen a little baby, you’re gonna make me come.” He runs a soothing touch over my thighs trying to calm me down.

I respond and just ignored him, instead I let my body savour everything that orgasm brought.

My stretched out shaking legs.

My rolled up eyes to the back of my head.

My stretch out and clenching pussy.

My trembling body. His touches can do everything but calm me down.

Chanyeol leaned down, face to face with me.

“Didn’t I tell you, I’ll see you later?”

“You did. I just didn’t think you’d really do it.”

I said as I slowly came down from high.

“I never make promises I can’t fulfil, sweetheart. Besides,” Chanyeol pulled out of me before slowly easing in again.

“-- it’s been months since I had a taste of you.”

He hums in bliss and does the action again and again.

“Nhg~~” I moaned.

“Hmm. Months since I heard your moans. Months since I saw you looking like this.” Chanyeol dive for my lips, still maintaining a steady thrust.

I chuckled, “Don’t tell me, you’re the one who’s sexually frustrated? Didn’t you find yourself someone to fuck there?”

.

.

Chanyeol was silent for a couple of seconds just kissing my neck, leaving love bites.

“Would you believe me if I said, I didn’t bother looking?” He stopped moving and looked at me dead in the eyes.

“Doubt it. Sure you got laid plenty enough.” I grind my hips to feel any friction but Chanyeol pinned my hips still. Groaning in either pleasure or darkness from me being hardheaded.

I voiced my frustration.

“Just keep moving big boy.”

“You’re such a brat aren’t you?”

I squeeze down harder on his member, showing how dissatisfied I am that he pauses his actions. This gain me a hiss from the man

“No, I’m not. I just know what I want.” I said.

He leans down, giving my lips a peck and then ghosted over them asking, “And what does my lady want?”

“Dick me good. I want it hard. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

He laughed. “That… I can gladly provide.”

Chanyeol braced both of his hands on either side of my head for support and pulled out of me only to thrust a powerful one back in.

“God!” That took me by surprise but hell I love it.

He continued these penetrating thrusts making my whole body rock with him. If not for his forearms barricading my shoulder, I would have climbed up to the headboard cuz of how hard he’s doing me.

I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him for a kiss which he let without hesitation. His kisses trail down to my chin, collar, down to the valley of my breast and finally to my perky nipples.

He wrapped one with his mouth while playing with the other.

After being satisfied with his work, he let out my nipple with a pop and went for the other once again. Leaving me raking and gripping his hair.

I can see my legs up in the air in this angle and the indecent sight of my swinging lingerie still wrapped on one of my legs was making me horny that I could probably admit.

Chanyeol’s speed changed once again.

He shoves a firm thrust inside and would continue pushing in with a grind. Making the head of his length kiss the entrance of my cervix.

It took my breath away.

Moans turning to screams. He had this on repeat for more than I could count and I swear I would cum if this goes on.

Thankfully, well not really, Chanyeol backed away from me and held both of my legs. He pushed my limbs up and apart. Spreading me wider, if that’s even possible.

He looked down where we connected and sighs in satisfaction.

“It's still a wonder, how such a small and tight hole takes me so well.” He said without looking up. Maybe he's talking to himself.

“Maybe because you're not as well endowed as you think.” I said.

Lies. We both know that would never be the case.

“Really?” His right brow arching up, taunting me to prove my claim. “Then I wonder what this is?”

Chanyeol started rocking his hips forward and backward.

Just about time.

His index finger tracing something on my lower abdomen. The throbbing of his cock showing how turned on he is than before.

I looked down to what had caught his attention and was greeted by the prominent bulge moving inside me. 

“Holy fuck!” My voice was breathy as I reflexively clenched down on him. The sight aroused me greatly.

He continued his quest for pleasure for more than a minute. Just punching thrust to where I wanted it badly.

Caressing my body sensually and leaving hot kisses while he’s at it.

“Come here baby.” He pulled me up and made me kneel facing him. His dick not slipping out even for a second. This one thing Chanyeol and I have in common. We like to play with different positions and explore each other’s kinks. 

The new angle had me shivering. Its penetration may not be as deep like before but the snugness it gives is marvellous. I can feel every throb his cock makes, every bump of its veins. Every small movement would not be missed.

Our height difference makes this position a little hard but we always learned to deal with it. Chanyeol took my arms and embraced it over his neck. His arms were snaked around my waist while he smooths a palm over my back. My breasts were pressed on his chest rather provocatively.

It was I who moved first. Rolling my hips in waves letting him slide in and out of me.

“Fuck…” Chanyeol’s breath fans on my face and I moaned in delight.

But my pace couldn't cope up with what we badly needed, so Chanyeol took over.

Using both of his hands, he grabbed a handful of flesh over my bottom and slammed me towards him.

“Ahhh! Ngh!” My back is arching and eyes closing from the delicious force.

The obscene clapping sound that our bodies were making was so loud that I’m sure my neighbours could hear it.

“Hah, hah, I’m coming Y/N.” He mutter between pants

“Don’t you dare leave me hanging. Make me come first, you idiot.” 

Well he never did that though. Ever.

“That goes without saying.” He said and pushed me down.

My back was on the mattress before I could comprehend what happened.

Chanyeol lifts my right leg over his shoulder while he straddles the other, my body tilting to the side. His hard shaft never leaves my pussy.

He always likes it that way.

He picked up where he left off and continued thrusting with full intent to make me climax first.

“Oh God Chanyeol! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I shriek

“Come baby. Come for me.” He said before biting pretty hard on my leg.

And that did it. My leg shook and toes curled from the orgasm as tears slipped out of my eyes. 

Chanyeol continued thrusting while hugging my extended leg that I feel like it’s going to snap in half if he won’t loosen up his embrace any sooner.

He slammed one last powerful thrust before coming to a stop as he let out a grunt.

Warm liquid filled my inside and I unconsciously sighed at how pleasant it felt.

Chanyeol let go of my leg and let it down.

He was breathing hard and so was I.

He didn’t pull out and just stayed in between my legs, head thrown back as he relished the feeling.

Me on the other hand drank the sight of him coming down from the high.

I rake my eyes from his stretch neck, broad shoulder, chest, well defined abs, down to his pelvis.

I bit on my lower lip, thinking how good his V line looks.

I looked back up to his face, trying not to get caught but was too late when I was met by his half lidded eyes and teasing smirk.

“It’s okay. You can keep going. I was enjoying the view too.” He said, raking his eyes over my body.

“Oh shut up. Just pull out already.” I said

Trying to push him away.

Chanyeol tilted his head sideways and looked at me in confusion.

“Pull out? Who told you we’re done?”

“What do you me–Ahh!” 

He started to move again.

“W-wait, wait. I just came. I'm still too sensitive.”

I was pushing his pelvis while trying to wriggle away from it. But he had me locked and I could not get away from him.

“And I’m still rock hard.”

That I could tell because even with how much load he let out inside me, I can still feel it as stiff as a rock.

I yelped when he suddenly flipped me on my stomach. Body flat and straight. My legs laid close as he straddles it. He then pushed his length inside, squeezing in without warning. His cum makes a perfect lubricant for it to ease in easily. 

“You fucker~.” I was a little annoyed but the breathy moan that’s escaping my mouth is betraying me.

Chanyeol leaned down on me.

His chest flat on my back and he kissed my shoulder up to the lobe of my ears.

“Didn’t I tell you, I was pent up? You owe me two months worth of sex and a whole load of cum.”

He said while panting.

Grinding his hips sensually. Reminding me how girthy and long his cock is.

“Last time I checked, it was not my responsibility to regulate your sperm count.” I rebutted pushing back to meet his thrust, his erection sinking deeper each movement. 

Chanyeol let out a loud groan and I thought I got him but was surprised to feel a hard slap on my buttcheek making me gasp.

How dare he spank me.

I felt him laugh as his body shook over me. “I couldn’t care less.” 

He gathered my arms on my back, restricting my movement. He then began rolling his hips on me. His other hand keeps me in place while the other is prying one of my ass cheek open. Showing my most private parts. It was humiliating but I chose to let him be. I could never overpower him anyway. He watched how his own erection appeared and disappeared inside my core. Mesmerised like it was some kind of medium for hypnotising. 

Chanyeol picked up his pace and slammed in. 

And after fucking me to oblivion, I came moaning as he came inside again.

My name leaving his lips wet, red, pouty lips.

I was panting hard. 

My legs are turning to jelly and I swear I can feel my eyes wanting to shut close.

I think my sleeping pill has got to do with it but Chanyeol being the greater reason.

I tried crawling away but was pulled back in. Tight grip encompasses my hips and a low growl from the man himself.

“We're not done yet, baby. We’re not stopping until we both drop.”

“You shithead!” I said but found myself opening my legs for him.

He came into my embrace with a mischievous grin and snickered after. He then dived down for another heated make out session. 

He was right though, I too couldn't care less anymore, but I’m not telling him that.

I’ll let him fuck me as many times as wants as that’s also what I want.

Let ourselves go crazy for each other; seek each other; go wild with each other.

Maybe pretend that we have something between us even just for tonight.

Because I know the next morning, when I wake up, he’ll be gone.

Just like how he always does

[greeneyed-thestral]

I BOOKED A TICKET TO SEE MICHAEL IN NYE

so here's the thing

I went to London for the first time last october and going to the theatre there was a wake up call, as if a voice in my head that had been silent for a really long time whispered 'hey this is actually all you need to feel better? to sit in the dark and experience something special with other people that love it as much as you??'; so I wanted 'London at least once a year' to become a thing

right now I don't know what I'm doing with my life and some days I just feel like I want to hop on a plane and forget everything and everyone, sometimes I just stop and turn my head and realize oh I'm... not in London, but I remember who I was there??

one january evening I kinda mentioned to my sister that Michael would be doing a play at the National this spring; she got me all excited like we looked for planes, hotels and possible dates that could work for both of us and I literally couldn't switch off my head, which scared me, for I stayed awake all night 'till five o' clock writing a detailed schedule for this hypothetical crazy weekend

and then I kinda gave up the idea 'cause I don't have a job at the moment but what if someone calls me?? what if I'm away and I lose the chance of a lifetime? should I even go back so soon like shouldn't I wait for a better opportunity or something special?? but c'mon it's a weekend I mean who is going to need me AND YET--

my sister kept insisting for weeks but I didn't want to be bothered anymore 'cause I've been feeling really down and I didn't want to fool myself like last time, and everything felt pointless anyway

but last night she sent me screenshots of a plane and hotel option for a weekend in march when there's nothing going on here that binds me to stay, and I said you know what... maybe?

so she rushed into my room and not even two hours later we had booked the plane, the hotel and a theatre ticket for me to see Michael Sheen in Nye anD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU BUT I HAD A BREAKDOWN and started crying

'cause moments earlier there was nothing and now there was this thing and I felt overwhelmed like-- I'm actually going to London just for a day, but I get to see Michael?? like I'll be in the same room as this person that is so so special???

and I felt guilty and scared even though I never leave the house and I don't really do nice things just for me, yet still I ask myself if it's worth it and if I deserve it

there are actually many pros: I had a plane voucher to spend within the year, this is the last weekend my sister can come with me, we get to see London in spring, the hotel is great and very close to the theatre and to the underground, if everything goes according to plans we get to see another play in the afternoon as well, also it's not like Micheal performes live so close so often, who knows when I'll ever get the chance to see him again, and c'mon these past months are proof that I clearly love him in everything he does, don't I owe him this?

on the other hand I get so scared of what might happen like what if I go all the way there and then Michael can't perform that day, what if I wasted the voucher, what about delays and unexpected problems, also the show is going to be filmed, maybe I should have said no and stream it instead of choosing to go there...

I just feel like I'm always waiting for a perfect moment, the perfect occasion, and maybe this is one and I can't seem to see it; must it be that I need others to push me this way otherwise I would never do anything? I mean to me it's scary that I have to reach this breaking point to experience something when I'm well aware that booking a plane to a place that is two hours away it's the norm for other human beings

I just need someone to tell me I did the right thing. 🥺

[jaxthejester]

Yes hello hi my friend! I already asked this of somebody but I don't know if they're going to do it so I thought to ask you as well if you don't mind! It's something I might also write about but I love seeing different perspectives... Anyways!

Damien who has had attraction to men before experiencing his first actual crush on a guy... And it just so happens to be his boss, Anthony cause of course that's his luck. I'll leave the rest to you!

this is such a cute prompt, i hope you enjoy!

Antmien - This Is A Love Song In My Own Way

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Ian had seemed... giddy as of late.

"Maybe he's back in therapy?" Damien had said to Shayne. Both men watched Ian from a tabel in the enterance room. They didn't mean to stare in a creepy way, no no, they were just fascinated that a Debby Downer such as Ian could light up this much.

"Maybe. God, his smile is so bright, I might need to start wearing sunglasses indoors," Shayne replied, earning a chuckle out of the man seated next to him.

"Oh no, sunglasses AND a chain? You're on your way to Douchetown, my friend," Damien joked. Shayne let out a gasp in faux offense.

"Heyyy! The chain isn't that bad!"

Before Damien could retort, he heard the main door open with a click.

He and Shayne both turned to the door out of habit. Damien took note of Ian practically spinning on his heel to get to the door.

And then, the man himself walked in.

"Holy fucking shit."

"No way, that's-?!"

"Anthony!" Ian proclaimed, wrapping Anthony in a giant hug. Anthony smiled and returned it before looking around the Smoffice.

"Hey bud! This place is... a lot bigger than our old office!" Anthony said, almost in awe. He hadn't even gotten a tour, and yet he was amazed by the sights before him.

And Damien, too, was amazed by the sights before him, but not in the same way Anthony was, no. Damien was enthralled by the man who just walked in. He was so lost, just staring at him, that he didn't notice Shayne jump up to greet the newcomer.

Shayne calling his named pulled him back to reality.

"Dames! C'mere, you two haven't met, yeah?"

Oh, right. He was at work, he can't just start eye-fucking the legend of a man who just walked in. Feeling heat start to rise to his cheeks (but choosing to ignore it), he quickly got up to join the group of three.

"So!" Ian began. "Damien, this is Anthony, as you likely know. Anthony, this is Damien."

Anthony smiled and stuck out his hand. Oh god, he had such a great smile! "Hey, nice to finally meet ya!" he grinned.

Damien couldn't halt the slight gitter of his hand as he went to shake Anthony's. "Nice to meet you too, Anthony." he said, trying to match Anthony's smile and praying to anyone listening that his face wasn't beet red.

He prayed to the same ears that Anthony didn't notice he held his hand for longer than a usual handshake.

"We'd love to stick around, but Anthony and I have some private matters to discuss, so we'll see you two later." Ian said, obviously trying to keep a straight face, but not doing a great job at it.

And just as soon as he arrived, he was gone, whisked away to a conference room, leaving Damien and Shayne standing in the entryway.

"Well I'll be damned! I didn't think I'd seen Anthony again, and I DEFINITELY didn't expect to see him and Ian on friendly terms!" Shayne said in disbelief at the situation. He turned to Damien.

"So, what'd you think?" he asked. It took a second before he registered his friend's flushed complexion.

"I think I'm fucked, to be frank."

Later that day, it was announced Anthony and Ian had bought Smosh. For the second time that day, Damien knew he was fucked. He had off early that day, so he decided to head to Shayne's place rather than his own. Shayne's apartment felt like Damien's second apartment by how often he stayed over.

Shayne had got off about an hour before Damien, so Damien was greeted from the kitchen.

"Welcome home, honey. How was your busy day at the office?" Shayne called out. Damien smiled at the bit.

"It was fine, dear. Now I'm to turn on the news and smoke a cigarette in our living room while you prepare food tonight, yes?"

Shayne appeared from around the corner, two mugs in hand. "Oh, of course. This is the healthiest relationship dynamic." Shayne held a mug out to Damien. The latter took the mug with a smile.

"Thanks, man." He took a sip of the warm drink.

"You're welcome. Lemon with a dash of sugar, you're favorite."

"Keep this up and I will get on one knee right now."

"Really? Even after all those stares given to one Mr. Padilla today?"

Damien tried his best to not do a spit take. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"Dames. I've been your best friend for over a decade. I think I can tell when you have the hots for someone."

"Yeah, right. I've never had a crush on a man."

"When I took you to that gay bar, you definitely had something for that brunet."

"THAT. That is lust, not infatuation. Checkmate, bozo!" Damien sat his mug down just to finger gun Shayne. The latter rolled his eyes.

"Look man, I've seen you with girls you thought were 'the one.' You gave Anthony the same eyes you gave them. Un...checkmate."

"That's not-"

"It doesn't matter! Look, I've known Anthony for a while now. Honestly, just go for it."

"Dog, he is our boss. That's kinda weird, is it not??"

"Dames, this job is kinda weird, is it not?"

"...fair."

And thus began the attempts to get Damien to confess. Shayne was his wingman, but was always met with an excuse on why he couldn't confess.

"Oh, I have a VO session that day, I'm leaving early."

"Zelda and Freyja have checkups! I can't leave their side!"

"I have a stream tonight, oops! Totally forgot!"

This cycle continued for months.

Shayne sat Damien down on his couch.

"Damien."

"That's correct, five points to Gryffindor!"

"You seriously need to tell Anthony."

"...five points from Gryffindor."

"I'm serious, man! Excuse after excuse, you need to just lay your cards on the table."

"But I-"

"No excuses! We have a date tonight at a local brewery. You, Anthony, and myself. You're free tonight, so you don't have any excuse not to go!"

Damien put his face into his hands. "Shayne... goddamnit."

Three hours later, Damien, Shayne, and Anthony met at brewery. The place was nice, hipsterish in nature. Damien wasn't a drinker, but he could see himself enjoying a night with friends here.

The first thirty minutes went by smoothly. Anthony and Shayne both nursed a beer, while Damien stuck to water. Converstation flew naturally, and Damien couldn't help but admire Anthony. He was practically glowing.

Shayne looked at his phone. "Ah, shit. I gotta run. Court needs help with some shit at their place. I'll Venmo you for the drinks!" He said before gathering his shit and leaving before anyone, mostly Damien, could stop him.

"Oh, damn. I hope Courtney is alright, Shayne left in such a hurry..." Anthony muttered. Damien opened his mouth to say something when his phone dinged.

It was a text from Shayne. 'cmon man, do it. nows the pefrect chance' it read. Damien chose to ignore his friend's poor texting skills. He took a deep breath.

"Hey, uh, Anthony. I have something I need to um.. tell you." Why was he this nervous?

"Hm? Go for it." God, was he really doing this??

"I- uh. Mm. How do I..." he cleared his throat. "I... like you. Like school girl writing hearts around your name like you. I uh. Hah. Um. Yeah." He gave awkward finger guns to Anthony.

Anthony smiled. "Really? You aren't like- you aren't yanking my dick or anything?"

"I mean, no, but if you want.." Anthony stifled a laugh at the comment. "Sorry, sorry. That was crude."

"Eh, it's totally fine! And uh, I like you too, Damien." Anthony smiled.

"Wait, really?"

"Really. Do you want proof?"

"Proof?"

Before he knew it, Anthony's finger was tilting Damien's chin left, and Anthony connected their lips together.

It was soft and sweet. After a moment, they broke apart.

"Oh." was all Damien could say. "Damn. If I knew you wanted that, I would've confessed months ago..."

"Wait, MONTHS?"

[smokeys-house]

Puukko's Travel Log 5

Passage from Puukko's Travel Log 

So, as the Snork flies, it shakes out t'be a few days to the next town over. I figure I've made a right mess o' things here already, as one does. Usually it's makin' free with women what ne'er told me they were married! Or that's the way I'd tell it, anyway. This time it were a nibling, a sore back, and what would have been a rather successful burglary. [A doodle of Puukko hanging from a rafter with a crafty smile, a hemulen about to hit her with a stick, and a nibling shouting from the corner fills the gap before the next line.]

I've laid out my supplies fer the journey to take stock. Ain't quite as much as I'd thought if i'm being honest. Weren't planning on giving away the ship's biscuits, and I may or may not have eaten the cookies a mite quicker than I should've. Mind the crumbs… Fixin' t' sample some local flavor, get some fishin' done, and  see what fun I can't drum up wherever they get to drinkin' around here. I'm much less eager to spend coin in these parts, nibling or no, but I'd find it hard not t' heed the call of wines and women after a botched job like that one. 

Think maybe I ought to ask 'round fer something t' keep me busy fer a spell. Or a big market of some kind, I've got a few pieces I could be convinced to part with if'n they'll have me. Could definitely use some less conspicuous currency seein' as it seems I'll be staying in country for the time being. I fear the sole reason for my choosing Italy might also be the reason fer my lack of enthusiasm thus far. Marion made talk of Italy often. Truth be told, I think I'm hiding it even from myself that I want to end up in Venice. "The Floating City" is what she called it. Haven't asked yet a single soul how t' get there, not sure that I will. 

No matter what happens, I'll be out on me pins a few days again. As now, it's time fer makin' merry! 

Day 9

Signed Puukko

[sweetswesf]

"I just need benjamins, I don't need NOOOOO friends!"...Check In

I don't really mean that. When I feel lonely, I think about that rap lyric by the masterful poet Roddy Ricch, but, I don't truly feel that way. I do need a community around me, but when I look at the friends I have lost, I toxicly just try to focus on what I have, the friends & family I have, and all God's blessed me with.

What I Did Today

Meal prepped

Exercised

Grocery shopped

FREAKIN' 2 HOURS of dishes! *face palm*

Panicked a little bit after receiving my severance payment, but reminded myself that I'm going to find something I want in a timely manner and not completely run my savings down to 0 like I worry sometime

Wished my grandmother a happy birthday

Told my father not to send me pictures of he, my grandparents, and my little brother at the casino today because it triggered me given the lack of relationship and a lot of hurt that is still there...I'm by myself for yet another year on Thanksgiving for crying out loud...

Was vulnerable about how I felt about the latest text exchanges with my pastor who gave me bad, unsolicited advice on what I SHOULD have done...immediately regretted it opening up and reminded myself to just shut up sometime and stop hoping for people to handle you and your feelings the way you want them to

Had a little cry after receiving a less than pleasant text from my Dad...it was followed by an absolutely encouraging text from a friend

Fantasized about moving out of the country...maybe back to Italy

Pushed myself to cook for myself

Pushed myself to finish an AlgoExpert video on Logarithm

What I Learned Today

I thought about what would happen if I needed to move back; my little brother has PROBABLY graduated, so I would not have a room anywhere if I moved back, and I don't know too many places right now wanting to rent to someone without a job so, I'll stay put...rent MAY go up for me soon...don't know how much...don't want to think about that right now :)

log base 2 is the assumed base in computer science, not 10 as in regular mathematics, and an algo w/O(log(n)) runtime is good because as the input increases, the amount of operations does not increase nearly at the same rate

Feeling

Spent

A little bit shameful/embarrassed

Takeaways

Going to only juice on Saturday or Sunday going forward and for as ½ as much as I usually do to save money & time

My mind wanders a lot, and when it does, and I get anxious, I go to social media for a dopamine boost

How I Got Myself Out of a Rut Today

Just reminding myself that I have so much, it could be worse, how it's going to get so much better for me, and about how strong I am going to become

Found a chili oil I can add to EVERYTHING

A super soft & cold persimmon

The following songs helped:

Fought tears listening to this one

Then let them fall for this song...this song NEVER fails to make me cry...rediscovered it on Mother's Day, and ever since, it's just been a hard song for me to get through, but it hits me where I need it to

Goals Completed

Found a therapist

Stopped listening to people worried about their own circumstances and remembering God works on his own time and that I am in no rush...

Got back on the ball

Being kinder to myself and stopping guilting myself if my energy isn't always on 100%

Goals After Today

Strengthen my relationship with God

Understand the main concepts I need to from Interview Cake, AlgoExpert, etc. in 6 months, NOT less than 3

Drop my body fat percentage to Marion Jones, Michaela Cole, or Jade Cargill levels

Consistently fight urge to fill up my time with social media/YouTube

Fully forgive my family & build a great relationship with them

Be more confident & faithful

250 steps/hour & 10k steps/daily consistently

Drink more than 64oz a day consistently

Go on a date with a guy I actually like who actually likes me too

[matenrou-fan]

jakurai's s/o got a hospital check up recently and when he was looking at her results, he realized something.., she is pregnant and s/o had no idea!

Jakurai found out his fem! s/o is pregnant and has no idea

such an interesting request!! Here, enjoy... <3

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-OK but let's be honest.. Jakurai never took advantage of his position on the job yet he would totally let you get more check ups then other patients just because.

-He's a kinda overprotective lover, and when he would notice you start feeling unwell for a few days, he of course would drive you to Shinjuku Central Hospital to take a full list of analyses.

-"Honey, you're worrying too much.." - you chuckled, sitting in his car on your way there. Yet your husband nods his head.

"Please, s/o.. better safe than sorry."

-Well, you didn't mind some check up, why not? It's even pleasant to see Jakurai being so worried and caring towards you, so you would have all the tests, examinations and ultrasound.

-You thought the doctors who were checking you would tell you the final word, yet Jakurai asked permission to look at everything himself. Not only as one of the best docs here, but as your husband too, wanting to examine all your results on his own.

-"Don't read it with such a serious face.." - you can't help but giggle, actually enjoying the care in which he looked at the papers. - "I will go and grab something to drink, okay..?"

"Of course, my dear.." - he mumbled, still reading your results. For a moment he looked up at your walking away figure, wondering, then re-read your ultrasound results.

-By the way you're acting so careless he totally can say.. that you have no idea about your own pregnancy..!

-It's such a relief and excitement at the same time to Jakurai. It means you're not sick and your bad well-being was actually signs of a normal pregnancy, yet he can't help but start worrying about all things he, as a good husband, now should do to you.

-All vitamins, a more balanced sleep schedule and nutrition, and, of course, even more check ups.. Small waves of happiness tickle his stomach, getting bigger and bigger, now touching his heart and slowly melting it.

-Yet when you get back, he gets carried away so much.. So when he notices that you actually sipping at cola, Jakurai would furrowed his brows, scolding you:

"Such drinks are bad for babies.."

"Huh?? What babies??" - you almost choked with widened eyes. Oh yes, it seems like your husband owes you a proper explanation..

-Of course he wouldn't insist on his wish to build a family with kids if you don't want to. He's even willing to find a right, high quality doctor himself if you would decide to end up with abortion.

-"It's your body and your decision, after all.. Please don't feel any pressure from my side and don't look at my happiness right now. I will love you deeply anyways.." - Jakurai nod, holding you tightly. After all, you're precious to him no matter what.

-Yet if you would decide to keep the baby, he would be more than happy. Inspired, elated, all his days now seem even brighter than usual as he helps you with toxicosis, buying all needed meds and vitamins, walking around with you in stores, choosing the first things for you baby.

-He will get softer and stricter at the same time. Pampering you and worshiping like a goddess, doing all household chores and letting you stay more in bed, relaxing, yet always making sure you have enough sleep and nutritious food, scolding you if you're slacking off. Don't be mad, Jakurai just wants the best for his wife and future kid, so he tries to make all aspects of your life better and safer right now.

-"Now, now, s/o.. I think you should lay down a little if your back hurt that much.." - he whispers gently, caressing your shoulders with such tender touches. - "I will make you some soothing tea and give you a light massage, okay? Please, don't overstress yourself now, my lovely dear.."

[fallinfl0wers]

hellooo! this is the first time i request something from a blog :D could i request headcanons of diluc, scara, kazuha and xiao when their s/o tells them they're pregnant and possibly how they'd get used to having a kid? tyy! dont forget to take breaks and relax!

Literally baby-sized trouble.

summary: you're pregnant! how does he react to the news and how do the get used to your child? includes: diluc (26 bullet points), scaramouche (24 bullet points), kazuha (17 bullet points) and xiao (35 bullet points) warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy, children, non-explicit/non described giving birth, mostly fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort and angst. format: headcanons thank you for your request!! this was so fun to write! >< imagining the characters being soft with children is just so cute :") i specially like these four a lot >< when i wrote this i was in a xiao mood if it wasn't obvious that his turned out longer than everyone else's lol, and it's also the first time i write for kazuha so it was shorter than the others, but i think his is the sweetest ><! i hope you enjoy it! ps. the names and meanings- i got them from google, feel free to correct me if there's anything wrong with them ><

Diluc

He's going to stop functioning the moment he hears the news from you.

Literally, he's still as a rock and completely taken by surprise.

He... can't say he'd never wanted children. He's pretty traditional and, since he has this beautiful relationship with you, he assumed it might happen sometime in the future.

But oops guess it will have to happen in the close future, since you're already pregnant.

After staring at you with widened eyes for a while, he speaks up: "...is... is it true?" You hold his hands on yours with a smile on your face, nodding. "Yes, Diluc. We're going to be parents." Hearing your words, he starts to tear up as he hugs you, his touch almost hesitant, as if you were so fragile he could break you if he wasn't careful. "...thank you." He'd whisper between silent tears, hiding his face from your sight.

Very supportive and very protective!

You will have the most comfortable of pregnancies. He will make sure you don't need to move a single muscle to get anything you want.

If the two of you aren't married or engaged yet, he's going to propose to you very soon, keep that in mind ><

He starts reading every book he can find on pregnancies and babies so that he knows what to do to help you when you give birth and how to take care of his child once they're born ><

You have to convince him that yes, you can go and eat in the dining room and you don't need to eat everything in your room or stay in bed all day and yes, you can still do most things and no, he doesn't have to worry so much.

But yeah, in later stages of your pregnancy he gets more overprotective because he doesn't want anything to hurt you or your baby :(

He couldn't be calm enough while you gave birth and had to wait outside of the room, which only made him more nervous </3

But when he finally held your little baby on his arms for the first time, he broke down crying.

You two had a boy! He looked a lot like him, too... with the red hair and eyes... so cute...

He's not sure of what to name him, he'd thought of some names before, but they all disappeared when he saw the little bundle of joy in his arms;;

So you two will have to think about a name again!

In the end, you settle for Felix; name meaning "happy" or "lucky"!

Diluc is a very busy man, but he still does his best to be there for you and his son as much as possible!

He's also not very sure as to how he should interact with him...

But he does know he LOVES playing with him as soon as he starts to understand how to play with his toys.

But... there are not so cute parts about having a kid, after all.

At times, he worries whether or not he'll be able to be there enough for him.

He wonders if he can be a good father, given how awkward he is with his emotions.

What if when Felix grows up he starts hating him for being absent? He wouldn't be able to stand it.

You always reassure him as you both put the baby to sleep on his crib.

All Diluc wants is for his son to have a happy childhood and a loving family, but worries he won't be good enough of a father.

However, when Felix's first word is "'iluc!" as he stretches out his tiny arms towards him, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can do this right.

Scaramouche

He thought you were joking, so he laughed.

When you didn't laugh along with him and was met with your blank face, he understood you were serious.

He never even thought he'd be with anyone in a relationship before you came along, let alone have a child with anyone... So he's obviously very shocked and confused as to how to proceed.

After an awkward moment of staring at each other, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, looking at you with an equally blank face. "So? What do you want me to do about it?" "H-huh?" "In the sense of- what do you want to do? Keep it or not." You huffed, and when he heard your determinated answer, he sighed and gave your head some soft pats. "Alright, alright, whatever you want, I guess."

Okay listen here- it's not like doesn't care but it isn't like he cares so much either...

This man would do anything for you, really, and that's what happens.

He does anything and everything for you, because he's worried about you and not necessarily about the baby you're carrying.

It's not like he hates children- because you can't hate anything you don't perceive as equal or superior to you and a baby ceirtainly isn't either for him-

It's more like he doesn't know what to do with them because he's never been around children enough to understand them.

He's overall very indifferent towards the child ngl.

Then he sees you cradling your baby -a girl- in your arms and his mind just... goes blank. Huh, so that's what a human looks like right after being born.

Your little daughter looks more like him than she looks like you, sorry. But he can clearly see on her face some factions that will look like yours as she grows up.

But...

"Now what?"

He'll help you look after her however he can, since he doesn't want you to be too tired because he never knows when he'll have to leave for weeks or even months without notice.

He's not entirely cold or indifferent towards her, even if sometimes he might resent her a bit for taking away some of your attention.

But like when you were choosing a name for her, he gave a few suggestions and in the end you choose one of the names he thought of!

Her name is Hikari, name meaning "light"!

Due to the nature of his job, he doesn't want to be seen around either of you at the moment in public. It would only put a target on your backs.

And it takes a long, long while for him to warm up to her.

It disheartens you a little, but when you see him looking down at Hikari's sleeping form on the crib, softly poking her cheek with a strangely child-like curiosity on his eyes, you feel at ease.

And he thinks that he can probably handle this parenting thing better than he ever expected. Maybe it's not that bad, after all.

Ceirtainly, he thinks, as he holds her in his arms one day after she spoke her first word to him, this parenting thing is not really that bad.

(Her first word was "papa!")

Be ready, because once he gets attached to your daughter he won't stop spoiling her!

Kazuha

"Are you sure, love?" "Yes, I'm sure. We're having a child!" A smile painted itself on his face as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I hope I can be a good father for them."

So the Kaedehara family is getting a new member, huh!

Not that there's much left to his name, especially now that he's a fugitive... but he's excited nonetheless!

Although he's not one to settle down for long, he will make an effort for both you and the child, since it's not good for someone who's pregnant to wander around.

He's very protective, but not in an overbearing way! He simply wants you to take it easy and relax, he can take care of everything else on his own!

That being said, he's not rich like Diluc or Scaramouche, so he's also going to work harder than ever to get everything you or the baby need in advance so that neither of you have to stress out!

He's the one who takes it better out of everyone here, he's not extremely worried or outright indifferent, he's simply worried enough, excited and happy!

He already knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so the idea of having a child with you didn't scare him or intimidate him in the slightest!

He's still a bit worried, though.

He is a wanted fugitive in his homeland, after all...

He can only do so much and wish for the situation in Inazuma to change soon, so that he can take both you and his child to see the places he loved to spend his time at when he was a child.

But for now, he's happy enough simply holding his child on his arms, sitting next to you in your small shared home.

You have a girl too! She has Kazuha's hair color and your eye color, she's super adorable ><

He wants you to name her, and you both agree on naming her Izumi, meaning fountain or spring!

"Kaedehara Izumi... it has a nice ring to it." He'd say, smiling down at her.

While Kazuha enjoys travelling more than anything in this world, he's reticent to leave you and your daughter alone or even bring you along with him. So he stays around for as long as you need it.

He will talk a lot to her all the time, so don't be surprised when she picks up very complicated, flowery words from a young age!

He wants her to grow up to be free as the wind and be able to do whatever she wants without fear, so he wants to do his best to be a good father for her!

Xiao

You can practically see the panic on his face when you tell him the news.

It's the most scared you've ever seen him be, and you've been there to help him through his karmic debt.

So yeah, he takes it the worst out of everyone.

"I'm not mad." He manages to tell you before disappearing to somewhere else in a panicked haze, he needs to sort out his emotions quickly before he can properly talk to you about it. The last thing he saw before he disappeared was your eyes, glinting with sadness. And that only made him feel worse if that was even possible.

It takes him the whole day to come to terms with his feelings on your pregnancy and finally face you again.

He's really, really afraid of hurting you and your child. Not to mention he fears he might've passed some kind of curse from his karma to either of you through the pregnancy :(

Like he said, he isn't mad. He's just scared.

He... he literally never, never thought he would get to be a father.

Family was a foreign concept to him, as were a lot of other things you've slowly helped him understand throughout your time together, so knowing he can have one of his own now... makes him happy, and scared, at the same ime.

He's worse than Diluc when it comes to protecting you and worrying about you.

He won't let you do anything alone, even if he doesn't want to be near you because he doesn't want the karma to harm you or your child in such a vulnerable moment of your lives.

Okay so that aside-

How do people care for babies?

What is he exactly supposed to do?

And- do half-adepti babies need any sort of special treatment in comparison to human babies?

He has no idea on what to do if it doesn't involve a physical fight with a tangible foe, so he goes asking for advice to everyone he knows that could have knowledge on that field.

Verr Goldet and Ganyu are a great help for him. Xiao listens with attention to everything they have to say and asks everything he doesn't understand.

Ganyu tells him about her own experience growing up as half-human so that he can understand what raising a half-human, half-illuminated beast baby might entail.

He also goes to Zhongli for advice and he gets more of the same advice he's already heard, along with many, many reassurances that sound like everything you already tell him every day.

He's very worried, but as the months go by and your child's birth comes closer, he can't help but feel a little excited about it.

Everyone who knows him is happy to see him openly happy for a change on those small moments when he gets excited about his new family with you.

When your child is born, Xiao doesn't want to hold him. It took too much willpower to stay as close as he was right now, standing next to your bed as you held your baby in your arms.

He was so adorable, so small, so fragile, so pure- Xiao was afraid of touching him and breaking or tainting him--

He was already crying, he'd started crying the moment he saw you holding your son for the first time.

He feels so... strange. He's crying, but this isn't a painful, or sad feeling. He feels... happy, but scared, but...

The feeling starts to make some sense to him when he finally convinces himself that it's okay for him to hold the little boy in his arms, when he stares with awe at his face.

The baby looks a lot like the both of you. Arguably, more like him, since he has the same hair and the same bright eyes, but in his face all he can see is you.

And he cries more.

You both named him Liàng, name meaning brilliant!

Xiao does his best to try and get used to parenting, and it gets hard at times.

But he tries, and that's all that matters. He tries to be a good father, and is always there to protect both you and your son from anything trying to harm you.

Even though he was so scared at first, you know he loves the new family you've formed together.

Especially when you catch him trying to hold a conversation with your son, sitting down on the bed next to him as he toys with a soft teddy bear, the two of them surrounded by pillows.

The soft look and smile he wears while he does so tells you that everything is going to be alright.

The three of you are going to be alright, and Xiao wants to make sure of it.

His son will never have to live what he lived or see what he saw. He will make sure of that, no matter what.

[nora-xox]

So hey :)

Spoiler tk /!\

In the last arc, you know where takemitchy is setting up his gang to help mikey ? i wanted to know if i can ask a headcanon when her s/o ask him if he would like to marry her, so that she could stay with him forever, so that he would never be alone again? how would he react?

I love this! I hope you enjoy! As always I tried lmao idk if this is exactly what you were hoping for but honestly I haven't written so much fluff in my life

Also I am close to 100 followers on here so let me know what y'all want for that!

Mikey x reader

Warnings : None i think lmao (tooth rotting fluff?)

Proof read: lmao no.

·Mikey honestly doesn't understand why you of all people would even be with him. He thinks you deserve better. But he is glad to have you nonetheless.

· You've been with Mikey for a while.

·So when you followed him to Tenjiku (idk how to spell that lmao...)and wouldn't let him push you away like he did the others he was even more surprised.

· You were determined to stay with him through thick and thin. No matter what.

· And with that thought and determination you have. Has Now led you to where you are now.

· When you proposed to him it was infront of the other high ranking members of Tenjiku (💀).

· Them being around didn't matter though. But you could hear a few oooos and ahhhs in the background.

· the glare from Mikey shuts them right up and they leave the room. Honestly you would have done it when they weren't in the room but a spur of the moment thought of "I don't wanna wait any longer and I know what i want to do" made this happen then and there.

· Now Mikey's reaction is shock first and foremost. He doesn't get in the first place why you were with him but now you're suggesting it to be forever.

· Second Mikey is thinking isn't it supposed to be his job to be proposing to you.

· Mikey's face is honestly priceless as you're watching the wheels turn in his head.

· When he finally blinks and snaps out of his thoughts. Mikey deadpan asks "Are you serious?"

· Which you are and your response is " yes, I am serious. You'll never be alone again." You say with a serious yet sweet smile.

· Mikey is dumbfounded why him? Why do you keep choosing him? After everything. Yet he isn't gonna say no. He loves you and again is Honestly happy to have someone choose him no matter what.

· He would have slight tears threatening to fall.

· He would say yes finally and you give him a huge hug overly excited about the fact that he said yes.

(You can for sure bet that the others that left the room earlier are listening in on the other side of the door)

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Genshin Modern AU - Stress and Comfort

Summary: Woke up late. Missed a class. Forgot that assignment due. Another one due in two days. People are downplaying the things that you do. It’s raining and you don’t have an umbrella. Sometimes the little things pile up all in one day and it feels like all you want to do is to get it over with... and your boyfriend to make everything better.

Warnings: crying, stress, mood swings, other than that it’s fluff

Characters: Kaeya, Zhongli x gn!reader

Notes: Also a commission <3 Thank you for the love. Once again if you want something written for you I have cheap rates XD and I’ll always accommodate to your wants! Just leave me a message!

Kaeya

“Hey, Y/N, do you know how to write this part of the essay?” It wasn’t as if you were a particularly good student. But somehow, the people in your class liked asking you because you were accommodating. Ready to help with a smile on your face. Always there to turn to and rely on. “Yeah, it’s just like this…” and you spend nearly an hour explaining it.

“Oh gosh, I don’t think I can finish this part of the presentation tonight, something came up at home,” Group projects were sometimes difficult too. You understood. Things happened, but when they happened, you’d be the first one to say, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it,” Even though the presentation is tomorrow, even though you barely get enough sleep for the next day. A part of you just wants to quickly get it over with.

“You said this would come out on the test… It wasn’t even there…” The worst part of it is not even receiving any thanks. It’s the way that they look at you when you make a mistake, despite all of the good things you’ve done for them, one mistake, and they make you out and guilt you to be a bad person.

“Your analysis is all wrong, Y/N. This part over here…” Sometimes the price of that was paying with your own grade. You try to listen as the lecturer explains a part of your essay. You’re listening, but it just doesn’t register in your mind. Something about misunderstanding the concept. Those concepts that you’ve tried so hard to remember and to understand. In the end they were all mixed up and confused.

Perhaps the lecturer sees the deflated look in your eyes, and ends quite happily. “Just do better in the next one!” pats your back and lets you leave, handing you your essay graded with a C.

Do better in the next one. Easier said than done.

You shove the paper in your bag without giving it a second glance.

The cafeteria. It was slightly late for lunch but you like it that way. There weren’t a lot of people at this time, which meant you didn’t have to fight for seats. Still, as you put in your order and bring your tray of food to the nearest seat that you see, you somehow bump into someone who topples over your chosen lunch, the tray completely doing a flip and landing on your chest, then on the ground with a plop and rattle.

There’s an ugly stain on your shirt. Forget about hiding it, it had to be washed. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” and yet they can only stare at the stain. What else could they do? Dabbing it with wet tissue would just make it worse. “It’s…fine,” you wave them away, but you leave the mess on the floor in a hurry and in an embarrassed state.

You sigh once outside again. Deciding that today was enough, you make your way home.

Even then, as you sit at your study table, all washed up and changed, sketching a little something on your tablet, your mother stands at the door, observing.

“…What does that do for you?”

You jump a little in surprise and turn, looking at her blank expression. “What does what do for me?”

“That, your drawing. You’re always on the computer or tablet Y/N. If not that, then your sketchbook. That’s all you ever do,”

You turn around because you don’t want to argue. You don’t want to hear her complaining about how you do nothing but stay in all day after lessons and play games and draw. It was one of the biggest forms of comfort you had for yourself and yet she--

“Maybe try a part time job or join a club or some—”

“Mom, I’m still trying to adjust to uni,”

Why does no one understand how difficult it is to juggle the classes and do all the readings required? Why do I have to do so many things all at the same time? Can’t I do it when I choose to and when I’m ready? Can’t I do things that I enjoy?

“The degree you chose won’t even pay the bills…” You hear her mutter as she walks away. Footsteps receding into the hallways.

You push your tablet away and lay your head face down on the table. You’re trying not to lose it and finally, whatever higher being up there hears your plea to give you a break.

A phone call from Kaeya comes through.

“…Hey,” you answer.

“Hey, hun. You haven’t been replying to my messages,” there’s a lilt of playfulness in his voice. He just thinks you’ve fallen asleep or taken a nap at home or something.

“…Yeah, I—” You try to explain. You try to say that you weren’t feeling well. That you didn’t feel like talking. But would he understand? Everyone today seemed to be against you. “I just, fell asleep,” You lie and there’s a few seconds of silence on the other side.

“…You sure?” Now there’s a hint of unease in his voice. The playfulness is gone. “You ok? Do you want me to come over?” Somehow he senses that it isn’t just “falling asleep”. His simple worry and caring attitude towards you breaks whatever composure you had left. You accidentally let out a sniffle as tears start to pool in your eyes.

“Hey… You don’t have to talk to me, but I’ll come over right now, okay?” The sniffle was enough to tell him that perhaps something had went wrong. You couldn’t help but let out a few more sniffles as tears slowly trickles down your face.

“O-okay,”

Minutes later your blue-haired boyfriend shows up at your doorstep. Despite your mom being a little hard on you earlier, when she opens the door to see him, she smiles and says. “I think they were having a bad day, I might have been a little harsh on them too,” Kaeya only grins and points a thumb to his chest. “No problem, that’s what I’m here for,” He’s still wearing his volleyball jersey.

He knocks softly on the door, “Y/N?” there’s a plastic bag in his other hand.

When you open the door your eyes were already a little red around the edges, but seeing him made your lips tremble and fresh tears fall out. “Shh… You’re okay.” He wraps you in his arms, plastic bag rustling, his hand smooths your hair down and the other rubs your back as you cry out your frustrations for the day.

The two of you stay there for what seems like a long time. You hiccupping into his chest and trying to calm down. At some point he moves the both of you on the bed and lets you curl up against him. When you finally ease up, he pulls away slightly to look at your face, then brushes away the wetness still lingering on your cheeks. “Feel better?” He whispers, as if being too loud will break you again.

You smile a little and nod at how gentle he was being. He smiles back and leans in to press a kiss on your forehead. “You’re doing great, Y/N. Whatever it is, just talk to me when you’re ready,” and it hits you so hard how much he’s willing to just be there with you, even though he doesn’t know what’s happening. How he wasn’t going to judge you for what you say or what you do and your face crumples and grimaces into a face that tells him you’re trying not to cry. “D-Did I say something wrong?” He’s a little startled, but you laugh a little through small droplets of tears that you wipe away by yourself. “No, you idiot. I’m just happy you’re here,”

He sighs and relaxes, taking his own hand and pinching your cheek, pulling at it a little. “Who’s the idiot? Crying and laughing at the same time?” He was joking, of course. He’d only do so when he knew you could take it. You swat his hand away with a slight glare, and he knows that he’s got a little bit of the normal you back. “Alright, come on, here,” He suddenly sits up and presents the plastic bag that he’s been holding all that time.

“Ice-cream, your favourite flavour,” rummages into it and takes out a tub the size of two fists, a little damp from the melted moisture. He’s got spoons in there too. Slowly, as you eat the tub together, you tell him about what’s been going on in uni. How people just expected you to help when you could. How you got nothing in return. How you try really hard and they somehow still end up piling on negativity into your life.

“…It’s okay to help, Y/N,” he thoughtfully says, mouth muffled cause his spoon was still in his mouth. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself too,” then he scoops another bite. “…But even if you don’t…it’s okay,” he looks up at the ceiling. “If you don’t take care of yourself…Then I’ll do it. That’ll be my job. Forever,”

You lay your head on his shoulder as he says this, still eating from your spoon “I love you,”. He smiles and presses a soft kiss atop your head. “Love you too. I’m always just a phone call away, babe,”

Zhongli

“Is there something on your mind? You’ve been quiet for the past hour,” Nothing slips by Zhongli. He’s observant. He knows you don’t feel like eating by the way you’re picking at your food. Knows that you don’t want to talk because you don’t even meet his eyes.

“…Nothing, really,” You just didn’t have the energy to talk about it.

He feels as if this date has gone awry, and he didn’t even know where he went wrong. Though, if he had to guess, it wasn’t his fault. You were just in a particularly bad mood. Not that the two of you were anywhere fancy, it was just your usual sit-down restaurant at a mall across the university.

To him, the right thing to do was give you the space you needed. So, after walking you to your room that night, he’d wait till the morning to contact you. Imagine his surprise when none of his calls go through. None of his texts were returned. He was beside himself with worry when suddenly, near the afternoon, he finally gets word from you.

“Sorry Li, I feel a little sick today. Don’t worry though, I’ll be fine in no time,”

You’re bad at lying. Or was he just good at reading you? You tend to have the habit of withdrawing when you’re out of energy. To give too much without any regards to your own state, your own feelings. Sometimes you don’t realize that you had to watch over yourself too.

It’s nearly 8 at night when he knocks at your dorm room. Zhongli went through a few steps to make sure your roommate would be out tonight. It was from them that he found out you hadn’t left the room at all today, but that you weren’t sick.

“Oh… Zhongli,” You’re surprised at the amount of things he’s holding. There’s a plastic bag that seems to nearly be popping and in his other hand was a mysterious paper bag. Under his arm he’s tucked his laptop with him. He lived in the dorms too, and if someone saw him now, it would look as if he was moving into your room. “You could’ve just asked me to come over to yours,” his eyes trail away, a certain brown-headed roommate pops up in his mind.

“No, Tartaglia’s in tonight,” You make a sound of understanding. His roommate was rather…special. Too energetic for your tastes, and sometimes nosy. “What do you have there?” You ask and invite him in. He chucks the plastic bag on your bed, lays down the laptop on your table along with the mystery paper bag. He notes that you’re already in your sleepwear, which was perfect. He starts to take out a throw blanket from the plastic bag and a hoodie.

“…This..is?” You’re a little baffled by what he’s trying to convey. “…My throw blanket that you like so much…and you said you like wearing my hoodie,” then he points at the laptop. “Do you want to watch a movie in bed? I have popcorn too,”

Then you realize that he’s trying to make you feel better. He’s figured out that you weren’t really sick, possibly just mentally drained. You smile at him and lean in for a hug, to which he responds to by wrapping his arms around your back and whispering. “…I’m not…really good at these things… Tartaglia said it might make you feel better…” You chuckle in his embrace and could imagine the kind of conversation they had.

“You’re the best Zhongli,” he secretly smiles while rubbing your back up and down. He doesn’t ask questions as to why you’ve been acting the way you do, but you’re the one who offers him the answer. “It’s just school… Too many things have been piling up… My class they… They’re really nice people you know? But just… there are times where I wish they would stop asking me for help, but it feels so selfish of me… I have my own things too, but they never think about that…”

It’s always about them, you want to say, but keep your mouth shut. He runs his hand through your hair gently, internalizing the things that you’ve said. “…I see… Would you like to hear what I think?” He’d ask first, because he knew sometimes that you didn’t really want an answer. You just wanted to be listened to. You nod against his chest, you could feel his heart beating from the closeness. “I think, you’re a very selfless person, Y/N,” he places a kiss on your head. “There’s nothing wrong in wanting to take a break from time to time, you deserve it,” and he guides you over to your bed, wrapping the two of you up in his throw blanket. Laptop on, popcorn in the mystery paper bag as you put his hoodie on. It smells just like him.

His back leans against the wall and you’re in the safety of his arms. You’re practically in his lap, encased in his scent and warmth. He’d managed to prop his laptop up on a pile of books and the two of you watch a random movie on the screen. You were paying attention to it, but you couldn’t help but be more interested in the way his chest rises and falls. You can feel him against you, and the comfort it brings is like no other.

You turn away from the screen and rest your head at the nape of his neck. He looks down, movie still playing and asks “Tired?” You shake your head, eyes closed. “No, I’m just enjoying this…” There’s a small rumble from his chest as he lets out a small “Mm,” his eyes are glued to your face. Movie forgotten.

“…Y/N, I’ll always… be next to you,” Your eyes flutter open a little to look up at him, curious. “…Always?” He nods his head firmly to confirm, and you lean up a little to press a sweet and quick kiss on his lips. “Even when I’m not my best and I’m moody?” He chuckles at that and responds with a remark that might have slightly brought tears to your eyes.

“Especially when you’re not at your best, I’ll be there. Just call,”

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Half-Off Love

yandere!scaramouche x (gender neutral) reader art credit - kentasha1236 on twt cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, gold-digging, implied yandere!childe note - thank you so much for 600 followers! o(≧∇≦o) I’ll work hard!

It’s strange. There’s no other adjective to describe the situation you’ve found yourself in. 

The ring slides itself onto your steady finger and it’s a miracle your discomfort doesn’t show. Your eyes struggle to meet his, but when they do you’re searching for a reason—for a meaning behind such a generous gift. You’ve witnessed this scene plenty of times before, having scoffed at the couples who decide to take their relationship to the next level. Whether it be in Mondstadt or Liyue, you’ve watched your fair share of angelic proposals. Although this is far from a proposal—at least, you hope it’s not a proposal. You’d feel powerless to decline if Scaramouche put you in such a position, and you’re almost certain he’s aware of this. 

But the main thing—you now realize—that’s holding him back is your status and his relationship with you. It’s nothing special, just mere physical attraction rather than the emotional hindrances that come with real, heart-racing love. There’s nothing wholesome in the way you regard one another; it’s just sex. 

“Do you like it? I made sure to find only the highest quality gemstone for you.”

And yet when he performs this caring charade, it doesn’t feel like loveless copulation. 

Ew, you think, plastering a smile to your face. Since when was Scaramouche so concerned with materialistic signs of affection? He’s far from loving; he’s just pent-up, frustrated from his rigorous job as a Harbinger and so he decides to use you as a means of coping. He almost sounds like Childe with his ineffective flirting methods. You’ve received your fair share of spoils from him as well, and you’ve done everything you could to cull that relationship before it grew out of hand. But now you’re stuck with the lesser side of the coin: another troublesome Fatui Harbinger. 

If you didn’t know any better, you might think to chase after Signora or Dottore next. Maybe you’ll aim for the Tsaritsa Herself if you’re especially daring. After all, your life has been nothing but deceit and faux pleasures; there’s little value to a liar’s life. If the Archons wish for your swift end, you’re positive it’ll be a result of your insatiable greed.

“It’s lovely. The color matches my eyes.”

It doesn’t, but you lie about it anyways. And he looks pleased to hear your approval. 

“Then perhaps I should get you a bracelet as well? Or would you prefer something with a little more use, such as a pocket watch?”

Why don’t you just lock me up with a collar instead? you think bitterly, already keen on pawning the ring off once the initial luster fades. Since you’re so eager to buy these things for me in hopes that I’ll return. It’s annoying.

“This is more than enough. I don’t want you to spend a fortune on me.” There’s a sweet lilt in your voice as your hand cups his cheek, and he leans into your warm touch, starved of the affection like a stray mutt. ”I only need you per our agreement. You do remember what that is, right?”

He’d be caught dead bending to the desires of someone so insignificant, but he just can’t stay away. Not when your every word is intoxicating poison he’ll readily ingest. 

“I’m aware." There’s a sigh in his tone as he pulls away, almost as if he wants to simply sit there and indulge in playful conversation. As if he actually wants to familiarize himself with the real you. But that emotion doesn’t last for long and an irritated expression crawls onto his handsome face as he silently recalls something. 

You’re slipping your silks off with grace, curiously tracking his movements. “You look upset. Was it because of what I said?”

“Of course not. You could never upset me.”

Until you get bored of me.

When you cast your robes aside, reaching for Scaramouche’s elaborate outfit, you murmur, “Let me guess. It was that traveler again, wasn’t it? I’m not sure why you’re so hung up on them.” A whimper leaks into your voice and you fix him with a pout. “I’m sad you’d think of others when I’m right here. Aren’t I the only one you need?”

It’s ironic how quickly that line hooks him, dragging him up from the murkiest depths of love that has skewed into obsession. When you tried it out on Childe, he wasn’t so easily swayed. You find their differences to be invigorating. If the arrangement with Childe was still ongoing, you might’ve considered a threesome, if only to wring more glittering treasures out of the both of them. Mora and jewelry galore, it all goes towards your stockpiled savings. And it’s times like these when you’re lucky to have avoided economic business with the Fatui. Being free of Fatui debt has its perks, a bright miracle in your dark relationships. That’s one less tether to Scaramouche and one less reason to cling to him after you’ve had enough. 

He smirks at your forced envy, easily pushing you backwards onto the plush mattress once he’s fully undressed. For a brief moment, he pictures your pliant body sprawled across an office desk while he pounds into you from behind, putting on a lewd show for his leering underlings. There’s something arousing about your secret relationship that has strange ideas formulating within his head. He entertains a simple scheme, one in which he’d shed light on your connection; however, the other side of him wants to keep your existence for himself, where no one will disturb the two of you in your pleasurable endeavors.

Perhaps you would truly belong to him if he were to expose you for the fraud you really are. Oh, the joy of trapping an unsuspecting rat in a corner, with no way out but into his open arms. You’ll hardly have any semblance of a choice, but he knows you’ll choose the option that guarantees another chance at life.

Scaramouche thinks about that as he revels in soft, tantalizing foreplay. He knows you aren’t as dedicated to this relationship as he is and he’s almost certain you’ve got others waiting for you in different parts of Teyvat. He’s just another plaything you’ve picked up for the fun of it. And in these moments where you surrender to his touch, your back arching with avaricious thoughts, you seem to forget about the power he truly wields. The thought that he could suffocate you in this very bed with his love alone should have you taking precautions to cover your vulnerability, but you only have your eyes set on one thing—not exactly minding the outcome so long as it’s monetarily favorable.

And if playing into your covetous hands ensures your weekly arrival, he’ll gladly empty his pockets of spare change.

You don’t like this new side of him. Lately he’s been treating this as if the two of you are lovers: slow, sensual thrusts accompanied with the sweetest of promises. You’ve never really minded the filth he’d moan in your ear and now you wish he’d resort to that instead. Loveless words spoken through the veil of lust—that’s what you want to hear.  

He envelops you like a smothering fog, fitting himself snugly inside of your tight hole in an embrace that’s oh so familiar. You aren’t used to such gentle treatment and as he kisses along your collarbone you feel yourself going under, having fallen victim to a Harbinger who is normally so cold-hearted. Perhaps he’s more sensitive than you originally thought. Months ago, you wouldn’t have imagined your relationship would grow into something so uncertain, where emotionless love becomes packaged and bogged down with so much feeling.

His lips ghost over yours and there’s a slight pause in his actions. You turn your head to the side, denying his choking affection before it can drag you further into a spiraling abyss of regret. Annoyance swells in his hazy gaze, but he uses your new position to his advantage.

“It’s cute,” he says in a hushed voice, breath tickling your ear, “how you seem to rid yourself of my gifts as soon as they fall into your hands. I wonder where they’ve gone. Into the harbor? Traded off for food and shelter? Do tell me.”

When his grip on your hip tightens to a threatening degree, you resign yourself, opting to hold your tongue as his pace remains brutally slow. Rather than speaking out of line, you raise your hand to his face, and he clasps your wrist in a forceful hold. 

The look in his eyes is far from loving—it’s that same obsessed expression Childe wore. And even if he still searches for you for reasons other than sex, you’re aware there’s no luck where Scaramouche is concerned. You can run from Childe because he’ll allow it—because he adores the chase—but Scaramouche hardly finds delight in a game of cat and mouse. You should’ve expected this. After all, he is just as conniving as the rest, always inventing new ways to track down and eradicate that peculiar traveler. Of course he would know about how you handle his presents when he isn’t looking because there’s no denying the stern gazes that would pierce through your backside whenever you went to the market.

"I’d never throw them out like that...” you mumble through another soft moan, hoping he’ll just pick up the pace and be done with you. “Your gifts are priceless.”

And yet the price for your own love is so hefty. If he weren’t Fatui, it might be enough to throw him into lifelong debt.

“Is that so? You seem to put a price on them whenever you visit the marketplace.” His fingers grip your chin, forcing you into an inescapable eye contact. “If you enjoy putting prices on items that you claim are priceless, you won’t mind if I collect a refund for your dishonesty.”

“A...refund?” 

Your lustful thoughts evaporate once you realize his pace has become horribly slow, his dick stilling and creating an itch of barely noticeable ecstasy. You wiggle your hips to increase the friction, wanting to get yourself off before his words can sour the mood. Though it’s already spoiled when you recognize the carnal victory shining in his twisted smirk. Your unfortunate fate was sealed the moment you welcomed his company with foolish openness, and you’ve been indebted ever since he decided to spoil you with lavish foods and accessories. 

For love that is far from cheap, interest must be paid and your very being makes for the perfect bargain.

It’s weird when he kisses you on your lips rather than on the parts of your body that are normally obscured with delicate cloth. And it’s even weirder when that metaphorical collar binds your throat in a vice. It’s more harrowing than any sort of debt you might’ve garnered and it’s just as inconvenient as his boyish adoration.

Scaramouche doesn’t have to purchase your flimsy, half-off love when it’s already prepackaged and ready for the taking. 

“You heard me. A refund is hardly enough punishment for a lying brat, but it will have to suffice for now.”

For now.

Spurred on by his own insinuating threats, he seeks to bruise your very insides with thrusts that are filled with physical vexation rather than the emotional ministrations from before. And since you’re so accustomed to him, your greedy hole eagerly welcomes him. 

[mypoisonedvine]

can you please write some daddy! stucky x little! reader with some cockwarming and spanking and just being a cum slut for daddy’s special milk

okay so I took this amazing suggestion and REALLY ran with it... this is so nasty im putting the whole thing under a cut wowww... very nsfw, very heavy ddlg, very aggressive punishments with mean!daddy stucky, lots of cnc and pain kink and degradation plus dp and painal... it's wild

"dada pwease... I'll be good, I pwomise..."

bucky sighed, crossing his arms in disappointnent as he looked down at you. "you had your chance to be good, pumpkin, but you were naughty instead. now papa and I have to teach you a lesson."

you turned to your papa, steve, and your heart broke to see him looking at you with stoic sternness, his hands resting on his hips judgmentally. "pweeease papa, don't spank me... s'gonna hurt..."

"sorry baby but you more than earned it," steve sighed as he took a seat on one of the dining chairs nearby. "your dada's gonna help you take off your pull-up, and then you need to come over here and bend over my knee before I add five more spanks onto your punishment."

"yes, papa..." you mumbled as you felt bucky's hands relieve you of your diaper before you stepped out of it and crossed the room to where steve waited patiently, patting his knee for you to lay on. you squirmed a little in anticipation of the punishment but overall managed to avoid more of his anger.

"I'm gonna give you fifteen, and if you lose count we have to start over."

"but papa I can't count that high!"

"yes you can, stop acting stupid and count them for me, loud so we can both hear you."

loud wasn't a problem at all. he hit you hard enough that just the first one made tears sting your eyes instantly. "o-one!"

you looked up at bucky as you kept counting, little whines and whimpers turning quickly into real cries, each slap making you choke and sob louder. you were hoping he would take pity on you, but instead you saw his cock getting hard inside his jeans.

"I think you need a paci to keep you quiet," bucky decided after you could barely managed to say 'nine' due to the force of your crying. but he didn't go get your favorite pink glittery one, no, he was reaching for his belt to get his cock out and rub it on your lips. "go ahead and suck on it, pumpkin," he encouraged gruffly as he shoved it into your mouth, and you forced yourself to hold back the tears so you could focus on sucking him properly. suckling at his leaking head did help with the crying, to be honest, but it did little for the pain itself.

"looks like dada's trying to make you lose count..." your papa taunted. thankfully they were merciful enough to give you breaks from choking on dada bucky's cock so you could count for papa steve, and you breathed a sigh of relief when you reached fifteen and bucky knelt down to wipe your tears away.

"good job pumpkin, you took it well," bucky soothed you, stroking your hair gently as you let out weak little sobs. "you're almost done."

"a-almost?"

"you need a bigger punishment than just spanks, babydoll. you need to learn about patience."

and that you did: specifically, you learned that patience is awful.

"p-please let me move dada!" you begged, squirming on his lap as best you could while he held you down, his cock buried in you but not giving enough friction to provide any pleasure.

"I told you pumpkin, you can't move til I say so."

he held you still for what felt like forever, while papa kissed your neck and played with your tits and your button, whispering about how you were a good girl but you needed to l learn your lesson. you were right on the edge but you couldn't get there without your dada's cock moving in you.

"go ahead and move, pumpkin."

"thank you dada, thank you soooo much," you sobbed with relief, sighing and moaning when you got a chance to lift yourself on top of him. you didn't get much of a chance to do it yourself though, he was already lifting you effortlessly and moving you up and down himself, before quickly moving you to your hands and knees so he could fuck you more aggressively.

you looked up at your papa as you came, tears welling in your eyes from the intensity of the pleasure bucky was giving you.

"papa... I'm hungry..." you whimpered.

but this wasn't the way you said it when you wanted a snack. this was something else, and you knew he knew it. he grinned as he looked down at you. "what are you hungry for, babydoll?"

"wan' daddy's special milk..."

"yeah, I bet you do... if you do a good job and make papa feel good, you'll get lots of milk... is that what you want, sweetheart?"

you nodded and licked your lips, already salivating at the thought. you loved your daddies' milk so much, you craved it almost all the time. the only thing better than tasting and swallowing it was having it put as deep inside you as they could reach, and plugged up so it stayed. thankfully, with two daddies to take care of you, you never had to choose.

steve stuffed your mouth with his cock, holding you by your neck and fucking your throat.

being used at both ends made you feel incredible, you loved being your daddies' special little girl and making them feel good. you moaned happily when papa came all over your tongue, groaning and praising you as you swallowed every drop and sucked diligently to make sure you got all you could.

when he pulled out and you thanked him like always, you addressed bucky immediately. "please come in me dada, wan it in me..."

"yeah? are you daddy's little cumslut?"

"yes!! love it so so much, dada, please put it so deep in me..."

"I'm gonna fuck you really really hard, okay? but only because you asked me to come. no crying if it hurts."

"okie dada..."

you didn't cry, but you nearly screamed when he began to pound into you senselessly, slamming into your cervix with each thrust.

"it's too deep isn't it?"

you nodded, making him laugh. "oh baby, is dada ruining your tiny little pussy?"

you nodded again, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out.

bucky growled as he came, pumping into your abused hole and painting it with his release. you winced when he pulled out, feeling his come mix with yours as it leaked down your thighs

"poor thing, are you sore and achy?" steve cooed, grinning when you nodded. "it's not time for a break yet, I wanna get inside you too, baby."

"can't, papa, too tired."

"that's okay, then we'll just play a game instead. do you remember how to play horsey?"

"I like horsey!"

"good! you get to ride papa like a horsey, isn't that fun?"

well, it wasn't as fun as it sounded, because when you straddled steve on the bed and sink down on his cock, soreness burned between your legs. "hurts, papa... too big..."

"yeah, I know it hurts, but papa wants to play horsey so you need to be a big girl okay?"

you started to pout and cry a little as he pushed all the way into you, shifting to try to relieve your discomfort but only making it worse.

"now just rock back and forth, sweetheart... did you forget how to play like a dumb little baby?"

"n-no..."

just as you were trying to adjust to moving on top of steve, bucky's finger poked at your other hole, a stinging pain shooting up your back when he pushed it in.

"ow, dada!"

"why are you whining, pumpkin?"

"you hurted me!"

"sorry baby, but this is gonna hurt a lot less later if you let me hurt you a little now..."

you tried to be good and take his fingers, but every time it went from hurting to almost feeling good, he would put in more. finally he took them all out and you hoped he was done, but then you felt him pushing his cock against your hole.

"won't fit..." you sighed.

"'m gonna make it fit pumpkin, now hold still..."

you shivered and hissed and scrunched up your face as he pushed into you, trying to squirm away but failing. "dadaaaaa!" you sobbed loudly. "hurts, dada, please stop!!"

"it's supposed to hurt, princess, that's how you know it's working. it means this big cock is stretching out this itty bitty hole for dada. you do know all your holes belong to dada, right?"

"b-but I don't like it..."

"I don't care if you like it. let me use your dirty fucking hole and shut your mouth, you hear me?"

you bit on your lip and nodded weakly, your chest burning with shame from the cruel way bucky was treating you (even though it made your insides tingle with arousal as well).

steve took pity on you though, leaning up to wipe one tear with his thumb before kissing away the other. "is it too much to have both your daddies' cocks in you at once?"

you nodded again, sniffling quietly.

"but you like it anyways, don't you? you like being an obedient cocksleeve for us?"

"yes, papa..."

"and I know you love being full of our special milk... you can get more if you just ask nicely."

"please papa, please dada, wan more of your milk in me..."

"I bet you wanna have your own cummies, isn't that right babydoll?"

you nodded and gasped when steve played with your swollen button again, and you felt your insides tighten around both of them. you couldn't believe you might actually be able to come in spite (or because?) of all this pain.

"dirty little slut. look at you riding two cocks like the filthy whore you are. like the needy little cumdumpster we turned you into. remember when you were all innocent and stupid, baby? when you didn't even know if we would fit? now you're begging for more, drooling and moaning and coming all over your daddies' cocks... taking me up your ass and fucking loving it... desperate bitch."

"bucky," you gasped quietly, taken aback by his words.

"too much?" he whispered back right against your ear.

"no... just right. keep going," you encouraged.

"god, if only you could see how wide your little holes are being stretched right now," he continued, his voice lower than before. "if only you could see us tearing up your princess parts."

"close, dada... gonna have my cummies..."

"go ahead and come, baby, show us how tight you can get, go on, clench real hard for us."

"fuck just like that, gonna fill you up baby"

"you'll be full for days just from this, so full of our milk you won't even be able to think."

when you came you went limp, melting into their arms and losing your ability to do much of anything including say more than a few words at a time. you were totally cockdrunk and exhausted and braindead. bucky said sometimes that you didn't need a brain anyways...

they kept using your exhausted and overstimulated body until they were done with you, putting their come deep in you and finally plugging you up this time (in both holes, of course-- even your mouth too if you count the paci they gave you to nurse while you drifted to sleep on your papa's chest)

"such a good little baby, such a sweet girl for us..."

"get some rest pumpkin, we're so very proud of you"

"you're papa's favorite girl, okay? dada's little angel."

[luminnara]

It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 8 NSFW 18+ ONLY

Summary:  When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | .... | Part Nine

Warnings: A/b/o, knotting, nsfw, sexy stuff, some weight related talk

Tags:  @kyrah-williams @oceanmermaidwitch @shawnie--jo @super-cape @ferxaniti @namjoonwatcheshentai @fandomsstolemylife00 @youngblood199456 @nightlygiggless @darlingely @ bluemoon-icecream @kaz11283 @jenjen8675309 @dollfacev8 @witchinpractice @mystical-b3ar @sukeraa @momc95 @book-lover-2006 @rebekkah119 @lupinpetersclearwaterodairparker

“I never got the chance to do this back in the day, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky grunted. 

“Mhm. You were always more the…’turn around, I’m mounting you here and now’ type.”

“Can’t imagine why.” He mumbled. 

Bucky was on his back, his wrists tied to the bedposts. It was something he would consider a compromising position, all of his decades of training and his own instincts telling him that he was too exposed and therefore in danger. 

He trusted her, though, and because of that, he liked it. There was something sexy about being bound with your own leather belt, especially when a cute little omega was the one doing the tying. 

“The big, scary Winter Soldier, on his back? For me?” Amoretta teased, as if she hadn't been the one who put him there. 

“Don’t get used to it,” he growled. 

“Unless you decide you love it,” She purred, ghosting a hand over his abs. 

He tensed and then flexed. “I love anything involving you, doll.”

She let out a light, twinkling laugh. “Flexing? You’re such a show off. You don’t have to prove how tough you are to me, I already know.”

“Can’t help it.” He growled again.

She hummed quietly, sliding her hand up to his chest. “You’re just a big teddy bear.”

“I’m not a bear,” Bucky huffed, looking at her incredulously, as if the thought was absolutely ridiculous. 

“No?” Amoretta asked. “Then what are you? A big pussycat?”

“The Wakandans call me White Wolf.”

“A wolf, huh? Nonna always used to say you can never tame a wolf.” She laid on his chest, looking up at him. “I don’t think I want to, though. I want you wild and free.”

“...you flipped me over and tried to hogtie me.”

“Well...yeah. But I wanna try being on top!”

Her little whine was just too cute for him to argue with.

“Then why don’t you get up and fuckin’ ride me?” He snapped, trying to encourage her to actually get a move on.

“Because I want to make you wait,” Amoretta purred, stretching up to nip at his earlobe while one of her hands drifted down his stomach. “I’ve never gotten to be with you when you aren’t all rut-crazy. I want to play with you…”

“Then do it faster!” He let his head fall back onto the pillows with a frustrated groan as her fingers brushed over his pelvis. 

He was hard again, and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside of her and knot her again and again and again. He ached for her, impatient, breathy huffs and growls leaving his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. She was a tease. Of course she was a fucking tease. At the rate things were going, she would be able to get him to do absolutely anything by the time the night was over, as long as it meant that he could feel the way her pussy milked his cock.

“The more impatient you are, the slower I’ll go,” she cooed, ghosting her nails around the base of his shaft. 

Bucky snorted angrily, picking his head up again to look at her. “At least use your mouth. I’m dyin’ here.”

“Hey, I’m in charge right now,” she reminded him. 

She slid down the bed anyways. 

There was already a big bead of precum on the tip of his cock, and when she swept her tongue over it, he let out the loudest, deepest, filthiest moan she had ever heard. The sound had her pressing her thighs together, desperately trying to ignore the slick that was pooling onto the sheets beneath her as she gave him another taste. She wanted to be in charge for once, and at the moment, that meant trying to control her own urges while she teased her alpha. 

His groans and growls were reverberating through his whole body as she wrapped her lips around his cock. He wanted to grab her hair and guide her head, but every time he tried to move, he was reminded that his wrists were bound and he had nowhere to go.

It was frustrating. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, defeated. “Take it all...c’mon, doll, please…I know you can…”

His encouragement made her hum happily as her head bobbed up and down. Each time, she took more and more of him into her throat, until her nose was pressing against his pelvis and drool was running down her chin. 

Bucky was trying his hardest to stay still. He wanted to enjoy the moment, not fuck it up, but god, did he want to absolutely rail her throat. With his hands literally tied, though, all he could do was try to roll his hips up towards her, desperately trying to thrust in and out of her mouth and maintain some semblance of control. 

Amoretta was taking it in stride, relaxing her throat and holding onto his thighs to steady herself. Her tongue was slipping around his cock, her spit dripping down onto his balls as he let out a symphony of dirty sounds that ranged from needy to furious. 

“Please,” he whined. “Fuck, baby, please...untie my hands, let me cum….”

She looked up at him with those big doe eyes, and it was enough to make him unravel. Seeing her there between his legs, her perfect lips wrapped around his cock, was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen. 

And it was just for him. 

“Fuck…” he moaned, his voice low as he came into her throat. His hips pressed forward with each wave that passed through him, the feeling of her throat tightening and swallowing only urging him to give her every last drop he had. 

Amoretta had never gotten to swallow with him before. When he was rutting, he never wanted her to waste even a bit of his seed, but for her first time, she felt like she did pretty well. It helped that she was addicted to the taste and the smell of his cock at this point, his musky scent filling her nose and practically making her purr. She wanted to drown in it, or at least roll around until she was completely drenched. 

“You better get up here.” Bucky growled as she let his cock pop out of her mouth, a little string of saliva following behind. 

“Or what?” She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him. 

He answered with a dangerously low snarl as she crawled over him. “Just sit on my fuckin’ face already.”

She bit her lip in anticipation as she made her way up to his head. He was quick to reach up for her, his tongue finding her cunt and encouraging her to sink down onto him with lap after lap. He went at it like he didn’t know when he’d get the chance to again, eagerly licking up the fresh slick coating her inner thighs and pausing for the occasional nip here and there.

Amoretta gasped and huffed, grabbing hold of his hair as she started rocking her hips. She didn’t know where he had learned to give such good head, but she wasn’t about to complain, not when his tongue was dipping in and out of her like that. 

“I-I didn’t know alphas ever did this,” she laughed breathlessly, grinding herself down against his mouth. 

He answered with a deep moan of appreciation. Honestly, if he could stay there like that forever, he would be a happy man. Her taste was absolutely intoxicating, and as he sucked at her clit, the sounds she let out were no less incredible. 

“Fuck,” She sighed, leaning her head back as she felt her stomach flutter. “I wanna cum…”

Bucky growled, the sound vibrating through her. His tongue found her clit one more, teasing it, flicking it, chasing it whenever her hips bucked away from him. He could taste more and more slick as it ran into his mouth, and judging by the whines and moans above him, he was doing a damn good job of eating her out.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…” She whispered, desperately rolling her hips against him. 

He was ready, eagerly anticipating a flood of slick, but just as Amoretta felt herself getting close, she forced herself up and off of his face. 

“N-not yet,” she panted, shuffling back down to straddle his waist.

His cock was already hard again, his hips flexing as he desperately tried to thrust into her. Bucky watched, licking slick off his lips, as his omega slowly guided him into her, his cock slipping inside of her dripping cunt effortlessly. 

She was so warm and so fucking perfect, and as she rose up and then sank down on him again, Bucky thrust upwards. He matched her, letting her choose her pace, and as she rode him, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face. 

Her mouth was open, gasps and moans falling from her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes closed, and as he pushed up even further into her, she bit her lip to silence a cry. 

“Don’t be quiet, doll,” he panted. “I want this whole damn tower to hear you.”

“James,” she moaned, leaning down to kiss him. “James, Alpha…”

He used her change in angle to his advantage, taking the opportunity to fuck up into her hard. 

“Come on, baby…” he panted against her mouth. “Drain my cock, lemme breed you…”

“Y-yes, Alpha,” She moaned, burying her face against his neck. He was so deep, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix in a way she couldn’t manage to describe. He was just filling her, completely, until he was the only thing she could think about. His scent, the taste of the sweat on his skin, his growls and moans...he was everything. 

Amoretta was completely wrapped up in him, surrounded by him, drunk on the musky, heady scent he was giving off. She was vaguely aware of the way he chanted her name, his voice low and husky as he huffed and panted. 

“Let go, baby,” he mumbled. He was getting close, he could tell, but he was trying to hold out for her. “Cum for me, cum for your alpha…”

She whined, pleasure coiling in her belly. “I—I wanna, I’m—I’m so close—“

The sound of her voice was almost too much, his knot already beginning to swell. She could feel it catching on her and let out a loud wail, her pussy clamping down and squeezing his cock as she felt that delicious, tingling electricity spreading through her. 

“That’s it,” he moaned, his back arching. “Fuck, ‘m gonna…gonna breed ya, omega…”

She answered with breathy gasps, her thighs shaking as an orgasm wracked her body. His knot was swelling quickly, and a few thrusts later, he let out the lowest, most guttural groan she had heard yet. She tilted her head for him and he latched onto her throat, sucking and biting at her wherever he could, leaving a trail of sloppy hickeys behind. 

He came again, hips stuttering as he filled her. They shared a long, satisfied sigh, and as his knot locked them together, they finally had the chance to catch their breath. 

“Wow,” Amoretta breathed, smiling down at him as she sat up. 

“Yeah,” he pressed his head back against the pillows. “Wow…”

As Amoretta tried to situate herself and get comfortable, she suddenly laughed. “Oh no…”

“What?” Bucky picked his head up again. 

He saw her reaching forward, her hand a significant distance from his bound wrists. 

“...you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Oops,” She laughed, letting her hand fall to his chest. “I didn’t think this through.”

“I cannot believe you got us stuck here like this.”

“You could just break them—“

“Absolutely not!” He growled. “I like this belt!”

“Then yeah, I got us stuck here like this.”

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned, head flopping back down. 

Amoretta settled down and got comfy, resting on his chest. “Soon as your knot goes down, I’ll free you. Promise.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbled. “I, uh…liked it.”

She grinned. “I knew you would.”

“We can, uh...do more of this.” he cleared his throat. “If you want.”

“You look pretty good, all desperate on your back like that,” she teased. “You’re still bossy, though…” she clucked her tongue, chastising him. “You should try being more obedient for a change.”

“Don’t push your luck.” Bucky growled. 

“Why not?” she reached up to scratch at his chin. “You might like taking orders.”

“...Only from you.”

“See?”

“Maybe.” he huffed a laugh. “We’ll see.”

Amoretta hummed and nodded. Her heart was still pounding, but as they both calmed down, they sat in a peaceful silence. She could hear Bucky’s own heart hammering away in his chest, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat from his physical exertion. He wanted to go at it again when his knot went down, but he also wanted a shower, and maybe a snack. He wanted to make sure that Amoretta ate some real food, too, and as he looked down at her as she laid on his chest, he felt discontent rising. She was thinner than he remembered, not skin and bones but still not as healthily curvy as he wanted his omega. He needed to start providing for her, making sure she was well fed and happy. Besides, what better way was there to start courting a girl than by making her good food?

“What’re you thinking about?” she asked, pulling him away from his thoughts. 

“You.” he answered, his voice a low rumble. 

His lips spread into a wide smile, but when she spoke, she was practically whispering. “You sure?”

“Course I am. Why wouldn’t I be thinkin’ about my girl?” he tried to wrap his arms around her but scowled when he remembered he was still stuck. “You doubting me while my knot is stuck inside you?”

“No.” she shook her head, resting his cheek against him. 

“...You nervous?”

Amoretta bristled at the insinuation, then nodded hesitantly. “A little…”

“‘Bout what, doll?”

“Everything, I guess. This is a whole different world from the one I’ve been living in for so long. I mean, there’s a robot in the ceiling.”

“She’s actually an AI--”

“That might be worse.” Amoretta snorted. “It’s just a lot.”

“I know.” Bucky sighed. “Trust me, I know.”

She looked up at him. “You’re so much...softer, I guess, when you’re not rutting.”

“You never really met the real me back then.” He shifted his eyes away from her. “The Winter Soldier wasn’t...me.”

“I still liked him.” she inhaled deeply, filling her head with his scent. “And I like you.”

“Good,” he said, chest rumbling in a happy purr. “Because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

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Could you maybe write something where Harry is a single father to maybe a girl. And just write how he’d deal with her terrible twos. Like from morning to night or something like that? 🥺

wow i finally got a requestttt!!! here you go! I know nothing about young children, so i don’t even know if this is an accurate description of a 2 y/o lol. but i hope you like it <33

Warnings: fluffff, dadrry, most likely some typos :)

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“Oh my God, Lani.” Harry groaned, groggily, as he was pulled out of his sleep by his daughter sitting on his back and yelling “Daddy, wake up!” in an playful voice. As much as he tries to pretend to not to like being woken up so obnoxiously every morning, they both know he loves for the first thing he hears every day to be his little girl yelling in his ear.

He lays there for a couple more minutes, wanting to sleep for a little bit longer, but gives up when he realizes she’s not going to be quiet until he gets up. “Okay, okay. I’m awake. Calm down.”

When he says that, she immediately gets off his back so that he can sit up, sitting next to him. He looks over at her. She’s wearing a random shirt of her’s that she doesn’t really wear other than to sleep, and her pull-up that she wears to prevent wetting the bed at night, and she has a head full of curly, unruly hair. He just smiles, so in awe of the fact he helped create something so beautiful.

Fatherhood was by far the best thing that ever happened to Harry. The second he looked his little girl, Alani in the eyes, he instantly felt the connection. He loves her with his entire being. But she can definitely be a lot to handle

She turned two not even three months ago. Harry Honestly thought the “terrible two’s” stage was a myth. Boy, was he wrong. The tantrums hit like lightning. Not only is she in her terrible two’s, but she’s naturally very stubborn, and sassy. She definitely got that from him. He swears she’s a 13 year old in a 2 year olds body.

“G’morning, bug.” He says, sitting up slowly because of the stiff joints from not moving much all night. “Good morning, daddy!” She squeals excitedly. Once he’s fully sat up, Alani jumps on him, throwing her tiny arms around him, causing Harry to chuckle. She gets so excited when he wakes up for the day.

He wraps his arms around her and squeeze her lightly, but grunting as if he’s squeezing her as tight as he can, making her giggle. “Did you sleep good?” He questions, quietly. “Yeah.” She mumbles, feeling so content where she is, like in her dad’s arms is the best place in the world. “V’got some things to do today. Y’wanna go run some errands with daddy?” This causes her to pull away from him with with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. The biggest smile spreads across Harry’s features. “Yeah?” Which she responds to by nodding again.

“Then we gotta get ready, bub. Y’hungry?” He asks to which she responds with a simple “Yes.” “Alright let’s go eat.” When he says that, Alani gets down off the bed, before sprinting out of his room, and toward the kitchen full speed. “Stop running!” He slightly scolds, hearing her tiny feet padding down the hallway at a much slower speed than before.

He always gets so nervous when she’s running around, but especially when she’s running in the house. She’s so wild and crazy, yet so clumsy. Constantly falling, and running into things. She rarely actually gets hurt. Most of the time she moves on from it like nothing happened. But it scares the absolute shit out of Harry every time.

When he enters the kitchen, he sees Alani standing next to the counter. As soon as he’s in her line of vision she starts pointing to the box of cinnamon toast crunch. “Daddy, this?” with pleading eyes. Harry just laughs. He doesn’t let her eat those than often for breakfast, because of how sweet they are, choosing to fix something on the healthier side for them to eat instead. But today he figured it wouldn’t hurt to let her have a little bowl of it before the day starts.

He goes over to the little girl who is still aggressively pointing at the box of cereal, ending down to pick her up. “Alright, alright. Hold you’re horses, will you?” He coos softly. He gently sits her down on at the kitchen table before returning back over to the counter. He opens the cabinet, pulling out a small bowl. When he’s finished making her cereal, he grabs her one of her baby spoons before serving it to her. “Thank you!” she says loudly. “You’re welcome, princess.” he chuckles.

Harry doesn’t like cinnamon toast crunch, it’s way to sweet for him. He decides he’ll just pop a bagel in the toaster and call it a day.

* * *

Once they’ve finished breakfast, they got completely ready for the day, and we’re soon ready to head out. Harry turns around to look at his daughter. She’s dressed in a denim dress, with a white t-shirt underneath, and white tennis shoes. Her hair’s brushed up into two sleek pigtails, which he’d become a pro at over the past couple years. Harry decided on a white t-shirt with a gray pair of pants. “Y’ready t’go, love?” he asked, feeling around his pockets to make sure he had everything. “Mhm!”

once they’re out to the car, Harry straps Alani into her car seat in the back, peppering kisses all over her tiny face once she’s all buckled in. “Daddy!” She squeals. Giggling, he closes the door, and goes around to the drivers side, getting in and powering the car on. “Alright, let’s roll.” he sighs, turning around to back out of the driveway.

They needed to stop at the grocery store, just to stock up on some things they needed around the house. So that’s where they were headed to now.

“Daddy, look! Red!” Alani exclaimed, pointing at the red car that was next to them. “Yes, that is red, baby, good job!” Harry beams. “Y’so smart.”

They continue driving toward their local grocery. Harry looks into his rear view mirror to check in Alani, and catches her staring at him. She’s always staring at him. It seems to be her favorite thing to do. He pulls the silliest face he could think of, causing her to burst into laughter. Harry laughs right along with her. Her laugh is so contagious. “Do it again!” She giggles. Harry happily obliges, pulling the goofy face once more, causing her angelic little laugh to engulf his ears.

After a little while of driving, they finally reached their destination, pulling into the grocery store parking lot. Alani watches her dad get out of the car, patiently waiting for him to make his way around to her side to get her out of the car. Soon enough, he does, taking her out of her cars seat and carrying her on his hip as the go into the store.

* * *

“Daddy, Daddy! Can I have that?” Alani asks loudly, pointing to something. “Shhh, you have to use your inside voice, darling.” Harry reminds her gently. He looks over to where she was pointing and not to his surprise, he sees a doll on the shelf. He’s grown to hate telling her no, but they didn’t come for toys, and she has more than enough at home already. “No, my love. Not today.” Her face immediately dropped. “But… but please?” She whines, her lip quivering. Harry hates that she’s disappointed but he knows he can’t give in. “No, baby. You don’t have to cry. Just not today, okay?” he says gently.

That doesn’t help, considering her whimpers are quickly turning into loud wails, and he knows the meltdown is coming. “Lani, it’s okay. You have plenty of toys at home to play with.” he try’s to reason but it doesn’t stop the tears that are slowly rolling down her face, and the loud, attention drawing cries. People were starting to look, and Harry was starting to get frustrated, but she was only 2. He knew she was still learning how to deal with her emotions. But when your kid is having a complete meltdown, and screaming in the middle of a store over a doll, that’s definitely a bit annoying.

Harry leans down to be face to face with her in her, who’s seated in the cart. “Alani, I know you’re upset, but you’re not going to scream.” He says softly, but slightly sternly. She looks at her dad, still crying but visibly calming down. Harry waits for her whines to die down completely before asking her “Are we okay now? Can we keep shopping?” to which she responds to with a nod.

After picking up just a few more essentials, they’re in line, waiting to check out. Harry looks down at Alani, realizing she’s been pretty silent ever since she stopped crying. He sees her with the all too familiar scowl on her face, with a pout of her lips. “Why are you looking so evil, bub?” Harry asked, with a gentle shake of his head. She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t need to because he already knows she’s mad at him for refusing to buy her a doll.

He just rolls his eyes and try’s not to laugh. She really is something else. But he knows that she’s genuinely mad at him and him not taking her seriously will set her off again.

Eventually, they make their way up to the front of the line to check out, and soon enough their heading back out to the car. Harry looks at her, as he’s loading all the groceries into the trunk of his car to see that she still has the same mean look on her face. “Y’gonna stay mad at daddy all day, huh?” He teases her solely for his own enjoyment, knowing she’s much to busy trying to have an attitude to laugh at anything he says. She nods silently, still refusing to speak to him. Harry can’t help but laugh at that, knowing that wasn’t true in the slightest. “Y’have to learn t’take ‘no’ for an answer, baby love.” He sighs.

When they’re in the car in the way home, Harry looks at her in the mirror, pulling some silly faces like he was doing earlier. She sees him, and while she was still trying to hold her angry face, he can see the smile tugging at her lips. He doesn’t stop until her scowl is completely replaced by a smile, her beautiful laugh ringing through his ears, making his heart flutter with joy.

“Ahhh, I thought you were mad!” Harry laughs, causing her to laugh along with him, knowing she failed her attempt at holding a grudge on him. “Are we gonna be friends again?” Harry asks jokingly. “Yeah, we’re friends again!” Alani states matter of factly, causing Harry to chuckle.

This child really was a little piece of work, but he loves her nonetheless.

“Good.”