#seeing him so soft and happy? and he willingly offers it up?

[tiva2023vibes]

“Look, I don’t care who the guy is. I just thought we were, you know, telling each other things about things. The things that, you know, matter.” - Tony, 10x7

Tony, there is no funny veterinarian. There is no one, actually. Only Tali.

So much has grown between these two. No matter how much they deny it to themselves, there are mutual feelings beyond coworkers. Ziva is going to the opera and Tony is jealous of a man that doesn’t even exist! She opens up to him and he takes it to heart and bring her her own opera. It feels like each episode this season they exchange more and more pieces of their hearts

[luveline]

heyy 💞 could i request something for spencer him and reader have been dating for a while and she has a daughter (toddler maybe) and he meets her as readers boyfriend for the first time cause he had met her before but just as a friend from work and he’s super nervous

ty for requesting!❤️ Spencer balances his phone in the well of his front door, checking his reflection. The last time you were here with Misty, she told him she didn’t like his hair short. It’s longer now but the curls are making it seem shorter than it is, and he’s worried she won’t like it, and further worried that she’ll be moody again. 

He has little experience with children, but he genuinely loves them. It breaks his heart that Misty hasn’t warmed up to him yet. Every time she sees him, she either bursts into tears or asks to go home. Eventually she’ll sit with you, but if he attempts to talk to her for too long, she cries again. 

“It’s not you, it’s just that you’re new to her,” you’d reassured him. 

They’ve met eleven times. 

His door falls to the floor as somebody knocks. It’s not a particularly powerful knock, but it’s a repetitive wrapping that echoes until he’s grabbed his phone and swung the door open in answer. 

Misty steals his first glance. 

Spencer hadn’t realised how nervous he was to see her until she’s really looking at him. He doesn’t often have nerves with you, you’re too nice, too eager to kiss him for any worry, but Misty isn’t half as happy to see him. 

Usually. “Hi,” Misty says, waving.

“Hi, Misty,” he says, saccharine and soft. 

“Hi,” she repeats. 

You lean down to put her on her feet. “Mommy’s tired, let’s walk.” 

Misty is just old enough to walk without constantly falling over, but Spencer might as she looks up at him and offers her hand. 

“What happened?” he asks. 

“What do you mean?” you ask. 

Misty leads him into the apartment. “What’s going on?” he asks her, his voice still uber soft, “Did you bump your head on the way here?” 

“Spencer,” you laugh. 

He’s so confused. There has not been a time since you met where Misty willingly took Spencer’s hand —he would remember that happening, because he’s worked very hard to get to this moment. 

“Let’s sit,” Misty says, lisping but legible as she guides him to the couch, where she stops. “Put me up?” 

Spencer is very careful to touch her. If he tried this last week she would’ve screamed. “Let’s go here,” he says, lifting her into a corner snug with cushions. 

She just smiles. “Sit?” 

“What about mommy?” 

“Mommy,” she says, nodding at you. 

Spencer sits with her. He feels like one wrong move will tip the scale, so he doesn’t wrap his arm around her. He keeps his hands to himself as you sit beside him. “Sorry about our shoes,” you whisper. 

He shakes his head. Misty could track mud over every inch of the apartment if that made her like him. 

“So… listen,” you say, leaning against his shoulder as Misty grabs the remote from the armrest and begins pointing it at the TV. “I told her you’re my boyfriend now. And she’s two, so. Don’t know if she gets it.” 

“But?” he asks, nonplussed when she turns to him, still grinning, and gives him the remote. 

“But I told her I love you, and she seems to have understood that part.” 

“What were you telling her before?” he whispers severely. You must’ve been telling her you hate him, the way she’s cried! 

Unaware of your conversation, Misty stands up on the couch, barely coming to Spencer’s shoulder, and wraps her arm around him. “Hi,” she says again. She looks like she really likes him, then. Baby fondness in her eyes. 

Spencer whips his head toward you. “Wait, you love me?”

You curl a strand of his hair around your finger but don’t answer. Misty pats his shoulder, so he turns, ping-pinged from one sweetheart to another. His heart practically swells as she copies you to stroke his hair back. 

“We’re friends now?” he asks. 

She smiles like she agrees. You lean against his arm, whispering, “You’re basically besties. Don’t forget about me, okay?”

Spencer could never forget about you. “I’ve never seen her smile this long.” 

“It’s great! My two loves are finally getting along…” 

[pathologicalreid]

Hiii I was wondering if you could write a part 2 or a sequel to the fic your wrote a little ago called next of kin. I loved it so much 😊😊😊 thank u!!! <333

stepping up | S.R.

after taking custody of your younger sister, spencer steps up in his role as caretaker

part one

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: flangst content warnings: previous murder of parents, emphasis on not having a dad, maya is bffs with jack hotchner, spencer is an empath, not proofread word count: 1.58k a/n: for a while i wasn't giving my requests summary's but now im getting back into that because i realize I Got Too Silly. thank you for requesting! i love you!

You jumped as your younger sister slammed the door to the garage shut behind you. Keeping her purple backpack slung over her shoulders, she trudged up the stairs and retreated into her bedroom. The six-year-old was either unaware or uncaring of the way you immediately followed her path to the stairs.

In your periphery, you saw Spencer peek his head over the back of the couch, making quick note of your troubled expression before he snapped his book shut and joined you. Hesitating, you looked up the stairs at the landing, the dim light of her lamp left a pinkish glow at the bottom of her door, but there was no noise coming from Maya’s bedroom.

“She didn’t say anything the whole way home,” you murmured thoughtfully, placing a hand on your chin. You’d thought she’d be happy when you picked her up as a surprise – you and Spencer had just gotten back from a case a few hours ago. Your cousin – who usually took care of Maya when you were away – had offered to pick her up from school, but you hadn’t seen her in three days and needed to see her.

Gently, Spencer placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you up the stairs with him trailing close behind. With the two of you standing outside the door, you placed your hand on the brass doorknob and let your hand sit there, listening closely as you registered the small whimpers emanating from inside your sister’s room.

Unable to tolerate it, you wiggled at the door just to find that she had locked it from the inside, “Maya,” you said, consciously keeping your voice soft. “I know that you probably want to be left alone right now, but we need to know that you’re alright,” holding your breath, you waited, hoping that she’d open the door on her own and you wouldn’t have to go hunting for the key.

You were afraid that she was being bullied, she transferred to a new school in the middle of the year and was frequently absent in the beginning, but they didn’t make a guidebook on how to ease a child into a new school following the death of both of her parents. Luckily, Maya was placed in the same classroom as Jack Hotchner, so you knew she’d always have at least one friend around.

Just as Spencer was asking you if you wanted him to go get the room key, the lock clicked and the door slowly opened, revealing your younger sister. Her backpack had been discarded on the floor and her face was bright red, she had been crying.

Shooting yourself in the foot, you hesitated. You just stared down at your sister while she lowered her eyes, watching the floor. Despite the fact that you and Spencer had more than willingly taken her in, Maya was still an orphan. She was a six-year-old whose most prized possession was a stuffed bunny named Thumper, but she was an orphan, nonetheless.

Next to you, Spencer knelt down to the floor, meeting Maya at her height. Tentatively, he reached up and took one of her hands in his much bigger one, “What’s wrong, Bambi?”

Your chest ached at the nickname he had bestowed upon her, keeping your eyes focused on the both of them as Maya retreated back into her room, yanking her hand out of Spencer’s and tossing herself onto her canopy-covered bed. Sharing a concerned look, both you and Spencer made your way into the room.

Chewing on the inside of your lip, you sat at the desk across from her bed, and Spencer sat on the flower rug that she kept in front of her dresser. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you got the chance, Maya blurted, “I don’t have a dad!”

Eyes widening, you seemingly choked on air as your eyes darted from where your sister was now sitting up on the bed to where Spencer stayed still, looking equally as startled as you. Jumping up from the bed, she dramatically dropped to her knees in front of her backpack, unzipping the largest pocket before producing a green folder and thrusting a paper in Spencer’s direction.

Smoothly, Spencer accepted the paper from your sister, turning it right side up in his hands before skimming the print. You wheeled the desk chair over in his direction, eyes flickering over the flyer as you realized what it was for. The school held an annual daddy-daughter dance for Valentine’s Day, and your sister had been handed a flyer.

Once you had gotten through the holiday season, you convinced yourself that you could get yourself and Maya through anything – evidently enough, that had been a mistake. This, this made you angry. The administration knew exactly what your sister had been through, and the fact that they still chose to hold this event.

Her biggest worry should be what theme she wanted her seventh birthday party to be, not being left out of a school event because she didn’t have a parent to go with. You checked the time on her Hello Kitty alarm clock, knowing that the school administration would still be around until the end of the workday, you made a mental note to call them and file a complaint.

Concerned with your next steps, you hadn’t even noticed that Spencer had shuffled across the floor, using his fingertips to wipe tears from her face as she looked up at him with big eyes – Bambi. “I could go with you,” Spencer offered, cupping her small cheeks in his hands as he knelt in front of her.

Frowning, Maya shook her head rapidly, “You are not my dad,” she insisted, stepping back and away from Spencer, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, closing herself off.

Your boyfriend nodded in acknowledgment, this had led to a lot of confusion, as Spencer didn’t want to take over the role of father in Spencer’s life, so Maya frequently introduced him to people as her brother. There were a lot of lengthy explanations as to who he actually was. “No,” he responded simply, “I’m not, and I don’t have any intention of trying to be your dad. You already have a dad, right?”

Stepping back toward Spencer, Maya nodded, “Yes, but he’s gone.” Her arms dropped back to her sides, and your chest ached at the euphemism.

“Did you know that I didn’t have my dad around when I was growing up either?” Spencer asked, speaking tenderly to your sister as he tried to navigate this situation. You stayed completely still, trying not to move lest you interrupt the negotiation process.

Maya’s eyes widened in surprise, “Really?” Her small voice came out in a whisper like the information that she and Spencer were sharing was a secret, Maya called whispering adult talk, because that was how you and Spencer always spoke about work.

Reaching up and gingerly tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, Spencer nodded almost indeterminately, “Mhm, not the same way that your dad’s gone, but I know what it’s like to not be able do all of the fun dad things. If you’re alright with it, we can go together to the dance.”

“You don’t have to,” Maya whispered timidly, the standoffishness she had displayed earlier completely replaced with nerves.

Your boyfriend nodded, “I know, but I would be honored if you would let me,” he said, taking both of her hands in his. “We don’t have to go at all, but I want to make sure you know that you never have to be nervous about asking me for things.”

She pondered this for a moment before giving a sly smile, “Can I wear a pretty dress?”

“We’ll get you a new one,” Spencer assured her, looking over at you as you sighed, holding a hand over your chest while tears pricked at your eyes. “Does that mean you’ll let me take you to the Valentine’s Day dance?”

Jumping up and down excitedly, Maya beamed and threw her arms around Spencer who, in kind, hugged her tightly, rubbing a hand up and down her back, “I get to go to the dance, and I have no homework! This is the best day ever!”

Laughing lightly behind your hand, you grinned at your sister who was, after all, only six years old. “Your sister and I don’t have to work until tomorrow, do you want to do something?” Spencer offered, reaching out his hand and pulling you over to the two of them, allowing Maya to tackle you to the ground in a bear hug.

“Can we go to the park?” She asked, looking up at you with wide, curious eyes.

You nodded, “Absolutely we can, and we could go out for dinner after too if you want,” you offered, looking over at Spencer as he grabbed the dance flyer and pinned it to a corkboard in your sister’s room.

She gasped in surprise, even though the two of you rarely told her no – one of the dangers of raising an orphan. “Can Jack come?”

Laughing lightly, you quickly realized that your trip to the park was going to become a BAU family affair while you rose to your feet, wiping your clammy hands on your jeans, “If his dad says yes, then we can take Jack with us.”  

[aibloomie]

THINGS THEY DO WHEN THEY LOVE YOU

✧ featuring — venti, diluc, kaeya, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao, kazuha, thoma, itto, and gorou x gn!reader

I desperately wanted to add sumeru characters to this but </3 I simply do not know enough about them so maybe in the future. this was my first time writing for some characters so I hope they aren't too occ. it's 1 am i will now be going to sleep 😭 or trying

venti lulls you to sleep with his melodious words every chance he gets. he is not fond of routines, but this act is one that he wishes to never avoid. he smiles when he catches wind of your drowsy self, and takes it as his cue to guide you to bed. his voice is quiet so as to not alarm you, so quiet that only you would be able to hear it even if the room were rowdy and full of people. it is a gesture reserved only for you, as his voice is usually loud when he is with other people. when you are away and unable to see him, memories of his honey dripping tunes are your exit ticket into a sweet and peaceful slumber with visions of your one and only lover.

diluc does not hide his growing and everlasting attachment to you. he has a tendency to discard items that he no longer needs or uses, but he is unable to fall into that habit when it comes to you. instead, every gift you give him is displayed on his shelves, or some place in his residence that is visible. he cleans the shelves and gifts every day so that his valuable possessions are not tainted with dust. he even places some of them in the bar (behind glass or in a place none of his customers would dare to touch) and his heart flutters every time he glances at the gifts. his regular customers are used to him zoning out with a sweet smile on his face whenever he does so. you are his soft spot, and he makes it very known to you and the entire town without even meaning to be so obvious about it. he would gladly keep and store everything you give him  </3

kaeya finds himself reaching out to you whenever you turn your back on him. before you, he was in a pit of loneliness and you pulled him out of it. because of that, his main comfort is spending quality time with you. so whenever you try rolling out of bed you are met with kaeya's longing gaze, and an arm that extends in an effort to pull you back in—yet he never actually touches you unless you willingly come back to him. and when you do, his arms will wrap around you and he'll place gentles kisses down your neck, and he manages to whisper against your skin, "can you stay for a while longer, love?"

albedo would drop all his work and cast aside his progress on any research for you. the minute you express you crave his touch or attention, he will immediately grant it to you, all of his thoughts would turn to you and you alone. he once believed that relationships were too demanding, but is constantly proved wrong when he's with you because he's filled with so much happiness when offered the chance to give you his love and attend to your every need. 

childe tells his entire family about you through letters before they even meet you in person. so the first time you come to his house, his siblings are all over you and they already know your name. childe goes beet red and bashfully pulls his siblings off of you before introducing all of them. and his mom !! she made an entire grand meal for you with all your favorite food (that childe mentioned to her a long time ago) because her son is head over heels for you and she wants to treat you right.

zhongli tries his best to spoil you, despite not being the most financially responsible. he wants you to have the best there is, and wants you to get a taste of the finest products in liyue. he likes setting up beautiful dates, in which your favorite flowers decorate the table. he has your favorite floral scent as an essence so all of your senses are satisfied. your favorite cuisine will always be set on the table, along with wine (or a non-alcoholic drink if you prefer) so the two of you can talk the moonlit night away.

xiao cannot help but indulge himself when it comes to his curiosities with you. a relationship with him takes patience, he needs time to sort his feelings out and be okay with the urges he has when it comes to you. it'll take him a while to be comfortable with rubbing his thumb against your hand when his fingers are interlaced with yours. but through such actions, he is showing you that he treasures you. he gets flustered when he pulls you closer to him as the two of you kiss, because his body acts before his mind and he cannot fathom that he has the ability to desire such a thing. 

kazuha has notebooks after notebooks filled with poems and portions of writings about his longing for you. most are sweet and loving, describing you as if you were more fascinating and eye-catching than the unknowns of the ocean and space combined. he thinks of you as the calming sounds of leaves blowing through the air after a storm, one that puts his soul at home. he quite simply cannot drive you away from consuming his each and every thought, nor does he want to. he is a bit bashful when you find the poems, watching as your eyes oh so carefully read each word he has written about you. his cheeks are rosy and he is unable to stutter even a sentence out because those notebooks reflect all of his heartfelt feelings for you, some of which he is not brave enough to voice aloud.

thoma finds himself copying your mannerisms and phrases without even intending to. he's around you so often that he cannot help but start humming the same songs you always do, or even laugh the same way as you. he'll pick up on some of your catchphrases and become flustered at the realization. he carries a part of you no matter where he is <3

itto has no limit when it comes to verbally expressing his adoration for you. his sentences are filled with compliments for you, and they revolve around each and every aspect of you; your clothes, personality, appearance, humor, hobbies, interests, habits, and the list goes on and on. he doesn't allow any insecurities to run free in your mind, because he is constantly reminding you of how amazing you are. he enjoys competitions, but admits that you are the only person who could beat him at anything <3

gorou cannot contain his feelings around you, no matter how hard he tries to. you are his lover, yet he seems to have never left the crushing phase. his cheeks still get adorned with a lovely shade of red whenever you inch closer to him and kiss him. he is left speechless whenever you make eye contact with him, even more when you tease him about being so easy to fluster. he still tries to look his best for you, and gets a little embarrassed when you see his messy bed hair. and of course, his wagging tail whenever he so much as thinks about you is a dead give away on how infatuated he is with you.

[politemenacephd]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇

Dadbod!Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (+18)

❤️ Miguel gets home late from work. You offer him some relief, so long as you get to be in control, and he very willingly accepts.

❤️ Content: Established relationship, Implied age gap, Breeding kink, Slight degradation kink, Miguel gets choked, Miguel gets ridden, PinV sex, Creampie, Aftercare.

The creaking door woke you from a restless sleep.

You stirred awake slowly. Your eyes could see a thin slither light from behind the bedroom door, which meant someone had turned the landing light on. You rubbed your eyes and grunted. It was pitch black in your room. You couldn’t even see a slither of daylight beneath the rim of the window curtain, and you’d gone to bed at roughly midnight, so it must still be the early hours of the morning.

You shifted in your heavy blankets as the door to your bedroom finally swung open.

The light from the corridor cast a long, heavy shadow across your face, but you weren’t afraid. You knew that shadow well.

‘My—god, you’re back late’ you mumbled sleepily. You heard a weighty chuckle in response as you slapped your alarm clock to check the time. 3am.

‘3am… Fuck, what are they making you do?’ you repeated.

‘Too much’ the gruff voice replied. You awkwardly rolled onto your left side as the shadowed figure began stripping themselves down to nothing. You dropped your head into your folded arms as you watched. The thin bit of light from the corridor allowed you see glimpses of his form; the rolling muscles on his back, the curve of a bicep as he folded his shirt aside. You saw just an inch of his stocky, rounded belly as he gave up on folding and threw his shirt to the floor, before plopping down heavily on the edge of the bed to tug and kick his trousers aside.

‘You’re gonna have to pick those up in the morning’ you said with a soft yawn as he shuffled into bed. He let out another throaty chuckle in return.

‘Ahuh. You—come here—’

You squeaked as he easily dragged your body up and against his side, squeezing you to his chest. His rough, hairy arms were still freezing cold from braving the temperatures outside, and while his thick belly and rounded chest were a little warmer the sudden coldness against your hot skin was a shock.

‘AH—Cold, cold!’ you rasped. You pathetically slapped at his pecs but he refused to give you up. His biceps squeezed you against his thick, plush body as a satisfied laugh vibrated through his chest.

‘Mm—you’re so warm’ he said, practically purring. ‘So warm.’

He clutched you like a doll in spite of your complaints. They were quite pitiful complaints, after all. Deep down you were glad to have him home at last.

‘Mi amor, I missed you’ he whispered into your forehead. You felt your body melt.

‘I missed you too’ you whispered back. You willingly shuffled closer until you were clinging to his side like a koala to a tree, and you both let out the same sigh of relief. His touch always gave you soft little tingles in your belly, and a feeling of absolute contentment.

‘How was your day, beautiful?’ you asked with a yawn.

‘Mi amor, I mean this as kindly as it can be said, but I really don’t need to talk to you right now’ he whispered with an affectionate purr.

‘As kindly—excuse me?’

‘You were sleeping, amor. And you looked very cute doing it. Please don’t stay up because of me, I already feel like an asshole for waking you up.’

Your concern turned soft as you tutted at his gentle prompting. ‘Oh, shh. Dumbass. I’m happy to talk, I can catch up on sleep later. When I said I missed you I meant it, so, unless you were lying when you said you missed me…’

Your light taunting made him chuckle again. It was such a sweet sound in the dark. ‘Mm. You are—naughty. Naughty, naughty, naughty.’

You giggled back as he squeezed your waist, the soft skin filling out the space between his fingers as he yanked you towards him. Your knee went up over his belly as you were pulled halfway across his torso.

‘Very naughty’ you whispered back.

The red glow of his eyes gave away that they’d widened ever so slightly. He’d caught on.

‘You’re horny? Really?’ he chuckled. You bashfully shrugged.

‘How can I not be? Look at you.’ Your right hand gently rubbed from his chest to his belly to his thighs, affectionately caressing as much of that thick, gorgeous bod as you could reach. You let your fingers run through the coarse dark hair on his chest and stomach, and you let your palm sink into the thickness of his belly and thighs. You saw his glowing red eyes roll a little.

‘You’re too nice to me, you know that? It’s weird’ he whispered.

‘Dumbass. You’re too nice to me’ you retorted.

‘Mi amor, we can’t both be insecure’ he chuckled. At this point you were nestling into each other, both sharing the same sleepy giddy fit of giggles, as he lightly teased you by tickling your waist you teased him back by brushing the sensitive spot on his right hip.

‘You have zero right to be insecure’ you insisted. ‘Look at you, beautiful idiot. You’re literally perfect. I still don’t know what you find so interesting about me, but, hey, I guess I’ll take you at your word, huh?’

At that Miguel slowed his onslaught, allowing your bodies to settle in the sheets. You noticed his eyes roaming across your face in the dark. His chest heaved, pushing your body up, allowing him to feel all of your nakedness against his own. His eyes softened.

‘Mm.’ Miguel reached up and grasped your hand, slowly lowering it down beneath the sheets. He let your fingers brush through his chest and navel hair until you abruptly hit his hardened erection, the thick rod straining his boxers to their limit. Your surprised squeak was met with a guttural purr from him.

‘Trust me’ he whispered, ‘I am, more than interested in you.’

A low shudder ran up your spine as you gave his shaft a few experimental strokes. You moaned at the feel, that heavy girth sitting thick and pretty in your hand, and he moaned back as that same hand continued to stimulate him. Your lips met in a sleepy but tender kiss.

‘You wanna?’ you whispered. You could see a flash of his smile as he moaned again, but to your disappointment he remained on his back.

‘Mm—I’m sorry, mi amor, I am… exhausted. I don’t think I can move much right now.’

‘Like, at all?’ you asked. You felt him twitching in your hand.

‘Ah— I mean I want to, believe me I do. But I don’t think I can mount you. I’m sorry, beautiful.’ As he spoke he reached out to cup your face. You leant into his touch, nestling his fingers.

‘That’s fine Mig, don’t apologize. I’ll happily wait for you.’

You heard him let out a disappointed groan of his own. ‘Ay coño—I know I’m gonna regret this’ he sighed. You noted that he was still hard, still twitching beneath the thin fabric.

‘I mean… If you want to mess around, I can do the work’ you asked, coaxing him to see what he thought. His cock almost immediately throbbed in your hand.

‘Mm… are you sure, mi amor? Are you not tired?’

A smile spread across your face. His cock pulsed and twitched just from the sight of your face, your devilish little grin spurring his excitement even on the verge of exhaustion. ‘Sure’ you whispered, ‘but—I get to do what I want with you, if I’m working overtime. Deal?’

His satisfied chuckle filled you with a sense of anticipation. ‘You absolutely have a deal, my god. Go on then beautiful, do your worst.’

You bit your lip as you clambered onto his chest in the dark. He let out a soft ‘oof’ as your weight hit his belly, and despite his apparent sleepiness his hands still instinctively grabbed at your thighs. He loved to squeeze them between his thick fingers, feeling the fat and muscle squished against his palm. He let out a happy little grumble as your bare pussy hit his belly.

‘Mm—that’s it’ he murmured.

You settled yourself with your legs on either side of his body before shifting downward until you felt his erect cock hit you from behind. You reached around to shift his boxers, awkwardly shimmying them aside, and as that fat girth came free you immediately started grinding your ass against the tip.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull. ‘MM— Así así—’

His hips bucked as he impulsively pleaded for more, but you kept him where he was. You put a hand on his chest and pushed down until he stilled.

‘Good boy’ you whispered. The low groan he released vibrated through his whole body.

‘You’re—so cruel, I love it’ he whined back.

He had no idea how cruel you could be. You shuffled back further until you were sat right on top of his cock. You held him there, forcing him to stew in his own anticipation.

‘Please’ he begged, his fingers tight on your thighs, ‘please, please—mi amor, te lo pido por favor—’

‘Oh you’re really desperate huh?’ You purred that taunt as his hips continued to sleepily buck at you. You could feel the tip of his cock smearing every bit of skin it could find with pre-cum, desperately searching for relief.

‘Be nice, amor, be nice to me’ he pleaded. You bit your lip.

‘I’ll be nice, don’t you worry, just—let me have some fun too—’

Instead of letting him slip inside you positioned his shaft flat and began gently grinding your clit into it instead. You let him feel every inch of your pussy against him, warm and soft and sensitive, and he practically mewled in response.

‘Unh—que rico, ah—’

You started to grind against him, starting slow but quickly getting rougher. The hardness of his cock felt unbearably good on your clit as it began to pulse and swell; the firmness, the soft ridges you could grind up against, the thick veins and velvety tip, it was perfect. You ignored his pleading and rode him like a toy.

‘Fuck, you feel so good’ you whined.

Soon you had utterly soaked his shaft in slick. It was dripping down and clinging to the hair on his navel, creating a hot and slippery mess for you to slide on, and Miguel looked like he’d just about lost his mind. He was muttering gibberish between his low moans, moving between pleading to praising to begging to worshipping between words.

You were both starting to pant. You knew you were going to cum. As you started to ride to completion Miguel started to pump his hips again, sleepily begging to enter you. You felt his shaft slipping against your folds, nudging you to give way, and with a soft grunt you reached forward and grabbed his jaw in your hand.

You pushed him back until he submitted. ‘Ah—I’m in charge’ you panted. ‘Remember?’

Miguel quickly submitted, slowing his hips and moving instead to shower your palm with kisses. You could feel how hot his lips were.

‘Yes, mi amor, you’re in charge. You’re in charge’ he moaned. ‘I am your willing servant, always.’

Now pleased you slowly shifted your hand down to his thick neck, applying just a little pressure as you started to grind once more. You felt his Adam’s apple jolt as he groaned.

‘That’s it, that’s it—good boy’ you repeated breathlessly. Your hips were becoming erratic as you rode out the sweet peak before your climax. ‘Good boy, good fucking boy—’

Right as you hit the point of orgasm you pulled back and let his cock slip inside you. You had to cover your mouth to avoid screaming at the dead of night, as that thick shaft squelched up and split you open in full smooth movement, allowing you to clench him as those sweet spasming ripples of pleasure shuddered through your body.

Miguel, however, did not cover his mouth. He let out a guttural noise like a bellow, one that echoed through the room and undoubtedly into the neighbour’s house too. His fingers dug in so deep he left red marks on your skin. ‘F-Fuck, fuck you are ruthless’ he whined.

You held him there for a while as you settled and caught your breath. You enjoyed the feeling of him soaking, of getting to feel his shaft throbbing and twitching inside you. It was nudging at your cervix, pulsing against your soft cunt. You pet his chest as he struggled not to start pumping his hips.

But you could only hold back for so long.

‘Okay. Okay, I’m gonna fuck you now, you got that?’ you said. Miguel nodded. ‘Please’ he begged. ‘Please, fuck—I’ll do anything.’

‘Good boy’ you whispered, and slowly you started to move your hips. You were careful as you shifted up and down, gently rolling and arching your hips as you let him fill you.

You had to start careful with a cock this big, so you just let it pulse in and out by a few inches or so each time, eagerly rubbing it up against your own g-spot. All too soon the whole thing was soaking. Each time you moved it let out another squishing noise, something that drove Miguel absolutely insane.

‘Ay, coño—so, wet, fuck. I-I’m not gonna last long after what you did before, mi amor’ Miguel breathlessly laughed. You continued to ride without mercy.

‘You last as long as I want you to’ you barked back.

‘Mm—yes, sir’ he groaned, and with a final satisfied sigh he lay back and let you do what you wanted with him.

You continued to bounce up and down on his cock in the dark, filling the 3am silence with your breathy pants and the clapping of your thighs as they hit his skin. It was pure heaven. You could feel every part of him beneath you, from that thick belly to his squishy, muscled chest to his muscular, hairy arms still gripping you tight, and most of all his thick shaft being manually pumped in and out of your pussy.

You could feel his ankles twisting as he fought the urge to finish prematurely. He was biting his lip, willing himself to calm down.

‘Looks like this old man is out of practise’ you teased. He grunted back.

‘I will—call in sick tomorrow, just to—pump this fucking cunt. I don’t care how tired I get.’

You shuddered and tightened at his words, something he smugly noticed. ‘Ah—looks like, you’re the one creaming over this out of practise old man, huh? Mm—you like that, you little slut?’ he teased.

As retribution you started to grind harder, practically throwing your hips back and forth as you fucked him into the sheets. Miguel cried out in shock.

‘F-Fuck— okay, okay, you win, I’m sorry, I love you’ he blurted. You felt your own smug grin fill out your lips, before losing yourself to the pleasure once more. You continued to bounce on his lap until you could barely form a sentence, until your vision was hazy and drool was sliding down your chin. You pushed Miguel to his utmost limit.

‘Please, please let me cum in you’ he begged. His hips were doing little pulses now, moving seemingly in spite of his conscious attempt to stop them. ‘Mi amor, let me cum in you please. Let me fill that belly.’

A full body shudder went up your spine at his soft, filthy words.

‘Fuck—ah, fuck I want it’ you blurted.

‘Yeah, yeah you do’ he whispered back, his cute submissive attitude now gone. ‘You want my cum, amor? You want all of it inside you?’

‘Yes—’

‘Mm, let me breed that pretty little cunt, mi amor’ he panted. ‘Come on, I want you stuffed, I want you dripping, I’ll get you so fucking pregnant—’

You abruptly sped up as you trembled into a second, unexpected orgasm, one that also tipped Miguel to the point of breaking. Despite your firm orders he failed to hold back, and with a heavy, deep groan he unloaded inside you. As your cunt spasmed and clenched you felt him pulsing. You felt each heavy spurt, each thick rope being shot up against your cervix, filling you just like he’d promised.

He pumped his hips until he collapsed into absolute exhaustion, now physically drained in more ways than one. It took you a while to sleepily slide off his shaft and collapse into the sheets beside him.

Miguel rushed to pull you in. ‘Shh, there you go. You okay, mi amor? You need anything? Water, towel?’ he whispered. You sleepily shook your head. ‘No…. No, no, I’m… fine..’

You let out a low moan as you rolled and nestled between his pecs. His arms were tight around your body as he pulled you close and kissed down your forehead to your cheek. ‘Okay’ he whispered. ‘Okay. Ay Dios… You’re an angel, you know that? You are, amazing.’

You let out another sleepy little chuckle. You were barely coherent at this point, but you tried to reply. ‘Mm… so, nice, to me…’

Miguel smiled as he watched you drift off in his arms. ‘You worked hard enough, mi amor. Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.’

He pressed one final, affectionate kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes, letting you fall asleep in the warmth of his arms.

[hisui-dreamer]

omg omg !! HAPPY 2K RINNA <3 i’m so so proud of u and u deserve everything 💗 the event looks so fun hehe YOU ALRKEUADY JNIW WHI IN GONNANS ASK FOR

i really really love tulips so could i ask for lilia and tulips please? its meaning is perfect and deep love hehe CHEWS YOUR WALLS

good luck with your assignments and take all the time you need !! i love you and miss you mwahh

a crown befitting of you

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: his feelings had grown so subtly, so steadily, that he had not realised at all

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, reader eats lilia's food omg

Word count: 783

Notes: mil mil my favourite person ever!!💕💕💕 thank you so much ill work hard on my assignments 🫡 i hope you enjoy lilia hehehe >∪<

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flower of choice: tulip

tulips are commonly asosciated with perfect and deep love.

Looking back, Lilia vividly remembers the day you arrived in Twisted Wonderland. Amidst the grand spectacle of the entrance ceremony, particularly with Grim's frantic attempts to avoid being captured, there was something about you that captured his attention. Maybe it was the distinct curiosity shining in your eyes, navigating through an entirely foreign world with a blend of composure and uncertainty. Whatever it was, he found himself wanting to reach out and make you feel welcome.

He started looking out for you without even realizing it. He began with small gestures, like offering help with your studies when he found you hunched over a book in the library or popping down from the ceiling to help you find a classroom. He enjoyed seeing your smile brighten whenever you grasped a new concept or conquered a challenge. It felt good to be there for you, to share his experiences and insights.

As time went on, your interactions blossomed into a regular occurrence. Hours seemed to melt away as you engaged in conversations about anything and everything, exchanging stories of your homeland and experiences while he eagerly recounted his adventures from various countries. Among the students, you were the only one to actively praise his cooking, willingly joining him in the kitchen. These shared moments became cherished moments for Lilia, feeling a connection forming between you that he couldn't quite explain.

But it wasn't until much later that he realized the true depth of his feelings. They had silently amassed over time, creeping up on him when he least expected it. Suddenly, he found myself thinking about you all the time, wondering how you were and yearning to see your smile once more.

Just as his thoughts drifted to you, a familiar laughter dances through the air, drawing his attention. Turning towards its source, he finds himself captivated by the scene unfolding before him. The sun bathes the school courtyard in a radiant golden hue, casting a warm, inviting glow upon everything it touches. There you are, seated on the grass with legs crossed, skillfully weaving delicate tulip flowers into a crown.

Curiosity piqued, he approaches quietly, not wanting to interrupt your moment of concentration. As he draws nearer, you glance up, your eyes shimmering with delight and a mischievous grin playing upon your lips.

"Lilia!" you exclaim, a hint of surprise colouring your tone. "What perfect timing! I've made something for you."

With a graceful flourish, you hold up the tulip flower crown, presenting it as if it were a priceless gem. Each vibrant petal seems to shimmer and sway in the sunlight, casting a spell of enchantment over the surroundings. The delicate blooms, ranging in hues from deep crimson to soft pastel pink, are meticulously arranged in a circular formation, creating a majestic crown fit for royalty.

"You made this for me?" he asks, a wry grin on his face. He can't help but think it suits you far better.

"Of course!" You reply, your grin widening. "Don’t you think it’ll enhance your cuteness?"

A huff of laughter escapes him as you delicately place the crown upon his head, adjusting it until it sits just right. He can't help but feel a rush of affection towards you, grateful for your kindness and the undeniable warmth you bring into his life.

As you step back to admire your handiwork, your gaze meets his, and time seems to stand still. He finds himself entranced by the sparkle in your eyes, the way your smile reaches all the way to your soul.

It is then, with the sun kissing your skin and the scent of tulips filling the air, that he realises just how deeply he cares for you. In your laughter, in your playful gestures, he found a love he hadn't known existed, a love that filled him with a warmth unlike anything he'd ever felt before. And as he looks into your eyes, his own heart overflowing with emotion, he knows that he has fallen completely, utterly in love.

"Rather than me," he begins, lifting the flower crown from his head and gently placing it upon yours. "I believe it enhances your cuteness far more effectively."

He watches with rapt attention as a delicate flush blossoms across your cheeks, like the soft petals of a rose responding to the morning sun. The warmth of embarrassment paints your features with a gentle hue, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to your already captivating presence. In that moment, your eyes widen slightly, reflecting a mixture of surprise and affection, like sparkling jewels illuminated by a ray of sunlight.

Truly, the deepest of loves.

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[colourstreakgryffin]

muzan trying to find their toddler child (reader) and hears giggling in a room he hasn't checked before. turns out reader is sleeping in one of the upper moon's lap.(be it kokushibo, akaza or even Nakime) it would be adorable!

Oooh! Papa Muzan! Awww, that sounds so cute! I’m definitely doing this, thank you!

Kibutsuji Muzan- Hide and Seek

Muzan grumbled a bit annoyed, his blood red eyes trailing around every mere corner of the room he stood within, this applying to every room he has checked over and over again. His fatherly anxiety grew with each second of no child as he begun tossing items out of his way in a fury, trying his best to find his beloved baby so he could quell the rising imagines that you’re sitting outside alone, unprotected and vulnerable

His newborn, his toddler just disappeared out of the blue, once he left them in their cot for only a few minutes to begin the Upper Moon Meeting. He was immensely confused and worried about your condition, as his sharp claws tear at each artefact in his way to see if you’re hiding behind or under it. Muzan’s ears perked up at the sound of soft giggling

He immediately followed it into the one room he avoided, since he knew his Upper Moon replacement, Nakime. He didn’t want to see her unless under business scenarios but then again, he could hear that familiar giggling of your cute little voice from behind the door and Muzan knew he had to enter to find his beloved toddler. Sighing under his breath to ease his aggression and already irritated nerves, he gently pushed the door open

Suspecting you could be behind it’s, he has learnt fast that he needs to be careful with every door he opens. After he accidentally hit your back when entering your bedroom and made you cry for twenty minutes straight. Muzan still regrets that day to this very day as he looks around the curve of the door to try locate you. Sadly, no luck but a relief that he can open his entrance wider

Muzan’s eyes widened at the sight before him when they finally met the centre of the bland, semi-dark room lit by a single candle. Nakime’s quiet frame sat down on her knees as you were cuddled up into her lap, your little head laid down and matching red eyes staring ahead at the wall, as Nakime seemingly found a nearby sheet of fabric and laid it over you as a makeshift blanket. She lifted her Biwa higher up so not a single inch of the wood would touch your sensitive noggin’

For the first time, Muzan felt appreciation for his worthless demon fodders but he didn’t express it as he approaches the eyeless demon woman. Nakime was willingly to take care of his offspring for him, despite the fact he didn’t demand her to at all. What was her motivation? He wondered but he didn’t say a word as he sits down onto his knees and gestures at his own child. Nakime nodded back and placed her Biwa down at her side to pick you up manually

You giggled excitedly the moment her hands scooped you up and sit you up so you could meet her face-to-face. Your cute chubby fingers reached for her long raven black hair whilst Nakime attempted to hand you to your father, your blood reds sparkled when they met the powerful veiny-like slits of your father Muzan. Clapping your hands together at the sweet smile Muzan emitted at you, you were always happy to see your father

Muzan considered if he should leave Nakime to her own business, and take you away to be brought back to your cot but with the way you turned around to see her and whined out for her attention. He decided, last second, to let Nakime spend time with you and supervise from the side, he is a very overprotective father who is ready to drop any human and demon that dare touch you but if you like something or someone, he will tolerate it for you and your happiness

Muzan held you close to his built chest and felt you pull at his neatly done tie as your attention averted from Nakime to your father’s black tie in mere seconds. He shuffled closer and offered you, without pulling you off his chest to Nakime, her cheeks flamed in flattery as her hands abanonded trying to pick up Biwa laid limply besides her and stretched out. It is truly a honour to be given the Master’s child to care for with the Master’s blessing, she felt so unbelievably lucky

“Do you want to play with Dokusha?”

[mochinomnoms]

Does all of Coral Sea know of Floyd and Jades future mates? Cause I was wondering if they made a public “announcement ” of them to where maybe others know now not to get too close or else potentially suffer under their wrath. Or is it a more only family friends/family know like in Tony, Azul and Aspens case?

-🧀anon

Hmm, I'm assuming this is referencing PTM right? No, they don't announce it. Really, they don't mean for the people closest to them to be aware of their feelings. But it's quite noticible when one of the twins gets a crush.

Floyd will talk a lot about something once it's caught his interest. My people with the tism will understand, it's like when you get a hyperfixation and can't stop thinking or talking about it? Floyd's like that. When the others hear him gush about Riddle, about how funny he is, how small and cute he is, how Riddle kicked his ass their first meeting, everyone just assumed he would lose interest within a few weeks. Maybe months even. But Floyd's interest in Riddle has persisted…much longer than anything else he's ever been interested in. And his comments become less teasing and more soft, talking about how cool Riddle looked riding his horse, how he changed his tie into a bow, how he's been eating more sweets like tarts as of late. Then it turns into, "didja know that Goldfishie really likes strawberries? He just eats them up!" or "Goldfishie's real smart, I bet I could get away with asking him to tutor me to hang out. Nah I don't need it, I just want to mess with him." or even "I saw Goldfishie in the infirmary the other day, he was sleeping. He looks really pretty, peaceful like that." But the real thing that made everyone realize that there was something more is when he started referring to Riddle by name in his comments. Actual names are reserved for people he actually cares about, people that he would want to make an effort for to know them and their names. Just like how Azul is Azul, not Lil Octy, Riddle is Riddle, not just Goldfishie in his eyes.

Jade is surprisingly less subtle. It might be because be doesn't normally rant to people about his fixations, only going off in tangents once in a while. So when he starts talking about Yuu, it's immediately noticeable. More so when he doesn't shut up about them. The difference between Floyd and Jade is that Jade is aware that the others know, Floyd thinks he's being slick with it. It's why Jade can take teasing from the others relatively well, he knows they know and is mostly fine with it. At least until one of them attempts to get involved for his sake. Floyd and Azul have offered to fabricate scenarios, make comments, and help push Yuu to him. Usually in exchange for him doing something, or to stop growing his mushrooms in certain areas of the dorm. Aspen and Tony are the opposite, Aspen especially willing to get Yuu into scenarios that would make them unattractive or unavailable in Jade's eyes. Most recently, this we see this in the last chapter when Aspen is pushing Wynfred to go out with Yuu. Jade's not happy about it, Yuu is embarrassed, and Aspen is just trying his best to get Jade for himself. Tony eventually gets dragged into any trouble that Aspen gets himself into, willingly or not. Though, he is prone to gossip with Floyd and listen to his rambles about Riddle. He's surprisingly insightful, though that would require Floyd to listen to his advice.

[misslavenderlady]

How the Lost Boys are with hugs 🤗💕

Whether it's giving hugs or getting them, the boys each have their own unique reactions to the act of hugging.

David 🖤

He enjoys enticing others into coming to him. Loyalty and companionship mean the world to him, and he loves showing others just what he can offer them. Usually, his go-to secret weapon is the power of touch. After all, he couldn't stop putting his arm around Michael.

Despite his intimidating appearance, David can be quite affectionate. If you ask for a hug, he's more than happy to provide it. He can't fight the smirk on his face as he holds his arms out wide, commanding for you to come to him. He'll gently wrap his arms around your body, patting your back with one hand and running his fingers through your hair with the other. He'll whisper promises to keep you safe and let you know he'll take the best care of you. It's all a part of his game of wrapping you in his web.

Here's the thing. Although David is smug and cunning when you need a hug from him, he's quite the opposite when you're the one who says he needs a hug. If you go up to him and give him a hug without warning, he'll be shocked. Maybe even a little offended that you dared to touch without permission. But if you say something sweet like "I don't think you're a monster, David" or "it's okay. I want to help you feel better" then he's gonna turn into a big softie.

He's very lonely deep down. He'd be nothing without his boys, and he's always wanting to grow the family, just like Max was. Like father, like son. The problem is that with people like Star and Michael, he has to get them with deception and control. He's afraid they'll leave him otherwise, though he would never admit it. If you were to willingly give your love, especially with a hug, he's going to absolutely melt.

One bonus thing is that his coat is quite soft and warm. If you go in for a hug, then you're getting an extra blanket too.

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Marko 💚

The best way to describe Marko's relationship with hugs is how a spicy, feral kitten acts when it first meets a human. If he doesn't know you well, he is throwing hands if you try to hug him. He'll punch, scratch, yell, maybe even hiss if you try to touch him.

It takes him a while to trust people. Like....a LONG while. He's David's second in command, and insanely clingy towards him, Dwayne and Paul. If he feels like someone is trying to intrude on their gang and try to get too buddy-buddy, he's not having it. He won't even speak to you, let alone accept a hug.

Now on the other hand, if he IS friends with you, then he goes from feral cat to purring kitty. He loves to nuzzle your neck when getting a hug. Giggles if you do the same with him. Marko also likes to massage you while giving a hug. Rubbing your back, kneading your hips, just adding a little extra special attention to make it special.

So long as you're patient with him, it's so worth it in the end to get a hug from the guy. Just be understanding if he doesn't do it too often. It takes a lot out of him, so he'll usually opt for a side hug instead.

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Dwayne ❤️

Kind of similar to Marko. If Dwayne doesn't know you well, you are NOT allowed to touch him. He'll stare you down with daggers in his eyes as a way to warn you to stay away from him. Same goes for his boys. If you don't know the gang and you try to hug one of them, he's going to step in as their personal bodyguard to make sure you don't get near them.

That's not to say it's impossible to get him to put his walls down. Quite the opposite, really. Dwayne's an excellent judge of character, and can figure out quite easily whether you're friend or foe. If he ends up seeing that you're not a threat and that you just want affection, then he's switching off his guard dog mode.

He's incredibly welcoming with hugs. Dwayne will hold you close, making sure to be gentle with you. He'll be more than happy to lift you up into his arms and let you wrap your legs around him. Go full koala mode on this boy, and he will not mind in the slightest. He actually thinks clinginess is incredibly cute.

Dwayne is also big on cuddling if he's in a bad mood and needs some T.L.C. to feel better. If you offer a hug, he's going full lap dog on you. Laying on your chest, your lap, whatever you offer. He'll wrap his strong arms around you and keep you in place so he can feel the warmth of your hugs. Also, if you play with his hair, he'll immediately fall in love with you.

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Paul 💙

Paul is the biggest love muffin of the group. He's also the most handsy. He doesn't need any formal introductions for welcoming a hug. In fact, he's probably going to greet you the first time WITH a hug rather than a traditional handshake. If he thinks you're cute, he's going in with open arms and a big, goofy grin.

He love to lift others up into the air and spin them around before giving them a squeeze. He's just got so much energy built up, and is more than happy to share some love. If he's attracted to you, prepare to get some extra intimate touches too. Paul doesn't believe in "look, but don't touch".

Prepare to rarely get a moment of peace to yourself. The thing about Paul is that he's a little bit clingy due to attachment issues. He's very affectionate because in his human life, he didn't get the love he desperately needed in his life. He was surrounded by pain and cruelty, and he doesn't want that for the pack mates he cares so deeply for. He's scared he'll lose that love if he doesn't express if often.

Giving him a hug is wonderful, but using words of affirmation to show your love and adoration are even better. Things like "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise" may even get him a little emotional. But it's okay. He's the kindest one in the gang, and he'll return the love you give.

[elysianightsss]

Limerence | Five

C H A P T E R F I V E

limerence / lim-ê-rêns / (noun)

“Obsessive romantic attraction towards another person”

Summary: In which the owners of Jujutsu Incorporated, the Ôgami brothers, are suddenly interested in you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x reader, Alpha!Itadori x reader, Alpha!Gojo x reader, Alpha!Geto x reader, Alpha!Nanami x reader, Alpha!Kenjaku x reader

Status: Ongoing.

Genre: werewolf au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics.

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, insecurities, some descriptions of reader’s body, mention of possible ED, omegaspace, domdrop, swearing, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsessive thoughts, Alpha tendencies.

Chapter Warnings: Jealousy, more Jade, soulmate laws broken, physical violence, mentions of heats, blood mentioned.

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Taglist: @better-imagination-9 @tiredjuniper @jjkz @honeybeeboobaa @cherryblossomdelusion @dependsonthedream @alluresenses @qardasngan @imcamboaf @ondragonhonour @misscaller06 @itsberrydreemurstuff @queen-luna-007 @thepeachesclub @xxemmarldxx @heartless-tate

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Previously on Limerence:

The ride down is quiet your mind reeling and as if he knows he coaxes you to tell him what’s on your mind, “Who was that woman?” You ask, it comes out sounding impatient and certainly more jealous than you wanted.

“Oh that’s just Jade my secretary, she’s been here quite a while but I don’t really know that much about her other than her name and that she has a brother. That’s about it.” You nod slowly taking in everything he just said, you still don’t like it. You don’t like just Jade.

“It’s okay sweetheart you don’t need to be jealous with me, everything that I am is yours.” He smirks playfully at you, watching you closely with careful eyes.

“I’m not jealous.” You huff, arms folding under your chest with a pout gracing your lips, Kento chuckles at the sight thinking if he died right now and your cute little pout was the last thing he’d see, he’d be one hundred percent okay with that. “I’m not jealous.” You repeat frowning at his unconvinced face.

“Whatever you say sweetheart.”

You ignored his grin as best you could as he walked you to his car, a black SUV, definitely a luxury car. You noticed as you got in that everything was so clean and expensive looking. You felt out of place sitting in the vehicle.

He asks for the therapist address and you willingly gave, the drive was quiet yet comfortable, and rather short. “Thanks for dropping me off.” You blushed resisting the urge to fiddle with the hem of your sweater, the awkward tension that only you were feeling was rising quickly.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done sweetheart.” He says so matter of fact, so sure that it makes your heart beat quicker. Your stomach fluttering as he gets out of the car to open your door, offering you his hand to help you out. “You don’t have to wait.”

What Kento wants to say is that those words were the stupid thing he’d ever heard, he’d wait a thousand years for you let alone an hour. He’s happy to, he’s ecstatic to simply be in your presence and help you.

“Nonsense.” Is all he comes out with, you notice a small smile gracing his lips before you make your way inside the building…

“How are you today?” Was the dreaded question you were asked every week by the woman sat in the comfy white chair, left leg crossed over right as she smiled your way with soft understanding eyes. It made your stomach churn at the sight, the pity and empathy that took hold of her face after she had read your file for the first time, it was awful and you’ve had to deal with it every week since.

You simply nod because you don’t really know what to say. How were you? All in one day you had met Sukuna, interviewed him. Ran out of work, something you’d definitely have to speak to your boss about later, you’d had Sukuna and Kenjaku turn up at your apartment and wake you from your omega space, you had met all six of your mates and now one of them has dropped you off at therapy and is waiting in the car for you to finish.

You take notice of the sparkle on her finger, you remember her telling you about her own mate. Just one. Her beloved husband, and two children, her precious family. A perfect one. Your gaze slides over the pictures scattered around the room of the picture perfect family and again your stomach churns.

You don’t remember what it’s like to be in a family much less a perfect one where everyone loves each other and you all get along. It’s a strange realisation when you remember what Sukuna said earlier, you had a family now. You didn’t know a single thing about them other than that they saved the world, but you did have them.

“I’m not really sure. So much has changed so fast and we both I’m not good with that.” You confessed to her, her face changing to a sympathy you felt undeserving of. She gestured for you to explain more and you do, leaving out the part of who you’re mated to, she’s shocked to say the least.

“Well that is a very interesting turn of events I must say. Take my advice or don’t, all I’ll say is be open to it. It could very well be the best thing that ever happens to you.” She smiles sweetly, you nod and begin telling her about your week before meeting your mates. Any anxiety attacks you had, the insomnia, the lack of eating and before you know it the timer is going off to say your session has ended.

You bid each other goodbye before heading out the building to see Kento waiting for you, a little smile pulling at his lips as he opens the car door for you. You slip inside having no idea how hard he’s fighting the urge to hug you close and plant kisses all over your forehead. Clearing his throat he jogs over to the other side of the car and gets in himself, quickly pressing the button to turn off his phone that had been sat on the dashboard, he hopes you haven’t seen the screen and ruin the surprise.

While waiting for you, Kento had sat in the car on his phone scrolling through nesting equipment websites. These types of companies were created a few years ago and took off. There were so many people who needed the comforts that they hadn’t before, and these were the perfect online shops to buy from.

Titsi was an amazing werewolf comfort shop, it was the most popular out of all the chains. It was not only online but had thousands of shops all over the world. It sold, soft and rough nesting blankets; all different shapes, colours and sizes. It sold stretchy clothes so they didn’t rip when people turned into their wolf forms. Clothes for new pups and toys.

And lucky for Kento the Valentine’s Day sale was still on. He scrolled down to the nesting blankets, clicking the softest category. He may not know your favourite colour but he goes with a nice neutral white. He imagines it all messy with the other blankets and other comfort items you could possibly have.

He purchases the biggest size on there and pays extra for next day delivery, the money is nothing to him but he hopes the blanket is everything to you. He hopes you add it to your nest the second he gives it to you but he doubts that will happen. You pay no mind as he slips his phone in his pocket before turning to you.

“Do you have a spare moment to come with me to the compound for a checkup?” He asks and although it’s soft, it scares you. It’s too caring and not at all what you’re use to. You haven’t had a medical checkup in years, what if they find something bad? What if you never have a heat? What if you can’t have pups? Suddenly your heart clenches painfully in your chest at the thought. You needed to know as much as he did.

“Only you and the doctor right?” You ask, maybe if you did receive bad news it would be easier if you only had to deal with one of your newly found mates instead of all six.

“If that is what you wish.” Kento is happy to do whatever he can to make you feel comfortable, if it means keeping his brothers at bay for a while then that’s what he’ll do.

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The Compound was huge. Bigger than you had imagined, but you weren’t surprised not with all the alphas running around the place. You had agreed to this wanting desperately to ease the worry on Kento’s face, maybe you were regretting it now. Though his strong and confident hand on your back eased your worries as he led you through the compound and into the lab.

You greeted the doctors and stayed silent while Kento explained his worries, thought the men in white lab coats seemed to think nothing of it, agreeing to the tests but assuring you both that everything would be fine just as Kento did with you.

“Everything’s gonna be fine honey.” He smiled reassuringly as the doctor took your blood pressure. Your feeling lightheaded, dreading the outcome. Dreading that something bad is going to happen and before you know it the door is opening and Jade is popping inside handing a phone to Kento and whispering something to him. He nods and says to you, “I just need to take this sweetheart, I’ll be right back.” Before slipping outside and leaving you alone with her and the doctor.

She was here. Why was she here? You didn’t want her here. Jade stared at you as the doctor took your bloods, her eyes only wavering from you to the needle and then back to your face. She’s a green eyed monster, dangerous sparkling emerald eyes lurking in your mind. And suddenly you believe he is on her side. She’s demon in disguise looking for a weak spot to bring you misery, to spark a burning fire. You don’t know how long you can keep going before your own green eyes monster takes a hold of you and looses control.

You didn’t want her to know why you were having the tests done but when she asked the doctor, he happily spilled the beans thinking she was a close friend, you didn’t even get a chance to say you didn’t want her to know.

Her face completely changed to relief, her posture suddenly relaxed and a pathetic amount of hope was present in her eyes, “So does that mean she can’t have children?” She asks, disgusting excitement swirling in her voice.

This time you don’t give the doctor a chance to give up your information, “Who the fuck are you to ask that?” You seethe, teeth gritted as you spit out your words. Jade’s face becomes dark and annoyed as her eyes flit from the doctor to you.

“It’s important that I know.” She snarks, nose turned up as she stands there impatiently.

“You don’t get to know a god damn thing about my body and my children. Get the fuck out!” You shout, practically bellow, quickly becoming furious with this entitled bitch. Your behaviour shocks the doctor who had just finished taking your blood. Kento had described you to be shy and to be careful with you, he had expressed this sternly. But your behaviour was shocking you too, you felt your omega taking over, clawing its way to the surface. Ready to fight for what was yours.

“You silly little girl!” The words have you pushed into a flashback, your father saying the same exact words to you before he put you in that car… “I need to know if you can have pups or not! I need to know if I still have a chance with the man I love!” She screeches lunging forward grabbing onto your hair and clothes, pulling you down to the ground by her grip.

The doctor is frantic, trying to get her off as she slaps you across the face once. A sinister grin on her face as she raises her hand to do it again only for her wrist to be gripped harshly, Jade is ripped away from you and thrown against the pristine white wall.

“YOU DARE HURT MY MATE!” Kento’s snarl is heard in the entire compound as it shakes the walls and floors. Complete devastation is clear on Jade’s face as she struggles to her knees, Kento’s eyes fade to jet black a clear sign his wolf is in control.

You were dazed, she slapped you hard. Hard enough to not only leave a stinging mark but to also have your vision blurred at the edges and a ringing in your ears. It was difficult to concentrate, to understand what was happening around you. You needed to get it together, you’d been through far worse. Your black sweater and white blouse was ripped by her claws at the back, you felt the breeze against your bare skin as Kento helped you onto your feet. You vaguely remember Jade being escorted out the room by men wearing black tactile gear, it was all a blur as Kento pulled you into his chest and attempted to comfort you. His wolf desperate to keep you close, even when the brothers showed up he refused to let you go. He held you as you walked out of the building, he held you in the car, he held you whilst walking to a large house and finally you were in a big bed snuggled up against him. You didn’t get much chance to look around but you were sure that this was the Ôgami house.

-

You don’t remember falling asleep but with the warmth of Kento’s large body against yours, it couldn’t be helped. You notice you’re in a nest, created by the two beautiful men clumsily asleep on the bed too. Sukuna and Satoru had been running around and getting shirts and blankets for the nest while Kento pulled you into bed and held you against him.

His large, warm hand sliding up your throat, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Him smiling as softly as he can before pressing an even softer kiss on your forehead. The memory creates a shiver that racks down your spine.

Shaking it off you slip out of bed and out of the room, the house was dark as you wandered around making you stumble right into another room. “Angel. You’re awake, how are you feeling?” Your eyes blink to adjust to the lamp lighting the room, you find Yuji at a desk covered in paperwork.

“Achy.” You answer simply, walking closer to him and peaking at the work on his desk.

He took notice following your eyesight, “Ah, the police asked me to put the secretary’s files together for court.” That was his job after all, besides overseeing the transportation and housing of those Alphas, he was in charge of the hiring and firing of all employees. This was his domain.

“Jade.”

“Yes. Jade. She will be tried for having attacked a soulmate, as well as some other things we’ve found but she’ll get thirty years just for attacking you.” Yuji smiled, he was happy she would be put away for harming you.

“Wow.” Your eyes start to sting with tears, you’re not even sure why. Yuji doesn’t ask, instead he pulls you into his lap for a cuddle. Even though you tense at the soft foreign touch, you allow him to move you as he pleased and comfort you in the way he knows how to.

“It’s okay. It’s over now.” He whispered gently stroking your hair as he hugged you to him. A few moments of silent thought passed before he spoke once more, “I understand this has been a very long and exhausting day for you, I understand this is so new to you. We all understand. We especially hope the incidents that have occurred today has not stopped you from accepting us as your mates. Though we can all have a serious discussion about that later.”

Yuji’s hand cupped your cheek leading your eyes to meet his, “I will say this, no one will ever hurt you again for as long as I live. This I vow to you.”

[miguelswifey04]

Can I get Miguel with a really short fem s/o. Like 5ft type of short. Please 🥺🙏

of course!! i’m so happy you’ve asked! i’ve always wanted to come around to write a small drabble of what it would be like as his short s/o since i’m 4’11 (i’m 19…still very short haha) <3

miguel o’hara x short fem! reader (pure fluff)

miguel, being taller than you, often finds himself looking down at you with a fond smile, appreciating your petite stature. he sees your height as an endearing quality, finding comfort in the way you fit perfectly in his embrace. he loves the way he can easily wrap his arms around you, feeling an overwhelming sense of protection and adoration.

your shorter height might also lead to playful teasing from miguel, who might make lighthearted jokes or gentle remarks about your size difference. however, it's always done in a loving and affectionate manner, highlighting the playfulness that exists within your relationship. “you’re so short, and i think that’s something that makes you adorable.”

as a couple, you naturally find ways to embrace and navigate the height difference. whether it's standing on tiptoes for a kiss or playfully joking about your petite stature, the contrast in height becomes a source of affectionate banter and connection.

during intimate moments, miguel might take extra care to adjust his movements and positions, ensuring your comfort and pleasure. he appreciates the unique angles and perspectives your height difference offers, reveling in the closeness and intimacy it brings.

in public, people may notice the contrast in your heights and admire the adorable and harmonious partnership you share. miguel takes pride in walking by your side, showing off the love and deep connection that exists between you, not minding the curious glances or admiring smiles directed your way. miguel is fiercely protective of you, his shorter s/o. in crowded places, he ensures you're safe by positioning himself as a shield, subtly maneuvering through the crowd to make sure you're not bumped or jostled. his arms may naturally wrap around you, making you feel secure as he leans down to murmur, "i got you, short stuff."

miguel affectionately bestows cute nicknames upon you that remind him of your height difference. terms like "little one," "pocket-sized love," or "my petite powerhouse" are often used, emphasizing the endearment he feels for you. you play along with a smile, finding these endearing names a testament to your unique bond.

given the height difference, spontaneous piggyback rides become a common occurrence between you two. whenever you're tired from walking or just feeling playful, you jump onto miguel’s back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. he willingly carries you, relishing in the closeness and thrill of having you on his back.

when cuddling or snuggling up on the couch, the height difference provides a perfect fit for you to rest your head on miguel’s chest comfortably. as you relax against him, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, marveling at the feeling of your smaller frame fitting so perfectly against him.

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a/n: so happy that my heart flutters whenever i write soft miguel with his short s/o—pls lmk if you want a masc/male version <3

[zorosimpclub]

A new life – Toji Comfort (SFW)

⊹˚. ♡ Summary: In which Toji is hired to assassinate the reader but ends up comforting her instead.

⊹˚. ♡ Trigger warning: implied severely depressed reader, implied attempt, happy ending, comfort

⊹˚. ♡ Word count: 3.6k

⊹˚. ♡ Author's note: sorry I've been MIA – life is hectic, hope you're all okay! enjoy this angsty but happy ending comfort piece <3

“Toji Zenin. Handsome and knows it. Hired to assassinate me. Motivated solely by financial gain.”

She said out loud to him, sensing his presence behind her, not looking up from her glass.

"That's me, spot on."

The words that left his lips were low, calm, and coolly spoken. He had a habit of speaking with an even tone regardless of the circumstances or context. He had been standing there behind her, taking in every detail.

His words were short, but he took a moment to drink in her image before him. She wasn't just beautiful, she was breathtakingly gorgeous. Despite this, his eyes maintained a steady, unreadable demeanour as he answered her question without adding anything else.

She chuckled a little and motioned for him to sit down beside her, sliding a full glass of whiskey to him.

He paused for a brief yet significant moment before he slowly took a seat next to her. He took a sip from the glass of whiskey offered to him before he replied, "You sound rather nonchalant about the fact that I'm here to take your life."

“Mm. Yeah. Doesn’t really bother me.” She took a sip and looked ahead of her, watching a couple canoodling together. Couples made her sick. It was only a matter of time before one of them disappointed the other.

He took in her words and her mannerisms, his gaze shifting from her to the couple briefly, before he looked back at her with a raised brow, "I see... you really aren't fazed by the fact that I'm here to end you? You must be a very confident woman then."

“No. Just a woman who has nothing left to be here for.”

The quietness in the air was palpable as his eyes remained on her. It was a somewhat unexpected reply from her. His lips pulled into a thin line, and his eyebrows slanted down, his eyes becoming cold and sharp, but they quickly resumed their usual neutral expression. He took a drink from his glass, "You really have nothing left to exist for?"

“Nope.”

"Huh..." He spoke with a slight air of curiosity. But his tone quickly returned to its previous stoic state. "That's quite pitiful. Mind if I ask why?"

“So guy who hired you to assassinate me is actually my ex boyfriend. Well, he was married. And I found out. Turns out my 4 years with him was just a lie.” She downed her drink, it was bitter but not as bitter as her current reality.

"Ah, a typical married-man affair then." He said with a soft chuckle. He was only slightly amused by the situation. The fact that his mission was due to a failed relationship wasn't really worth his attention. He took another sip.

His eyes scanned her, taking in the way she was sitting, the way she had spoken... she clearly had a nihilistic attitude toward life. She was apathetic. Something about it was compelling. His head tilted slightly to the side without him realising it, as his eyes never broke away from her. He took a drink. "Tell me, miss..."

“(Y/N) Fushiguro.”

“That's a pretty name." He spoke in the same calm that he always does, but in her presence, he felt somewhat differently. Maybe it was due to her beauty, maybe it was due to her unusual attitude, eitherway, he was intrigued. The way she accepted her impending assassination was oddly intriguing to him.

"So... is this a habit of yours? Drinking, I mean.”

“Only when I find out my last 4 years of my life was a lie.” She chuckled dryly, swirling the cup in her hand… not taking any notice of the environment around her.

"So? You're still young. Your whole life ahead of you, yet you'd just willingly let it go..." He spoke with a hint of a sigh.

“And you? Your story I mean.”

His gaze remained on her, unwavering. "You're asking me about my story? Me?" The question took him by surprise, but it didn't take him long to answer it.

"Why should I divulge such details to you?" He spoke with a soft smirk.

“Because you look like you’re lonely.”

The words that she spoke were like daggers to his heart. They struck him right where it hurt. He was silent for a while, not responding, simply continuing to stare at her. It was difficult to find an appropriate answer without betraying his feelings and his emotions. Eventually, he responded, "And what made you believe that?"

"Your eyes, they look lonely." She said softly, treading lightly.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. She was perceptive enough to notice the look of his eyes and interpret it as loneliness. But he wouldn't show that he was slightly touched by her words. He was silent, the only sound coming from him was the sound of his breathing.

Then he spoke with a slight grin, "Well, you're not entirely wrong. The eyes are indeed a window into one's heart..."

She smiled a little, she was breath taking, "That's true. So make it quick."

"Make what quick?" He smirked and raised a brow, his tone was mocking. "Are you telling me to assassinate you?"

"Precisely, that's what you're here for right?"

His grin only widens. "You're so calm about the fact that you're going to die... Do you have no desire to live at all?" He spoke the words in an aloof demeanor, but he was genuinely curious, something about her tugged at him. He could have just finished his mission and then walked away. It was good money too. But he just couldn’t for some reason.

She looked up at him emotionlessly, "I mean, there's nothing left for me."

"Hmmm... no fear... no attachments, no desire to keep living... not even a single bit of emotion." His eyes remained on her, analysing her, but his expression remained unchanged. He wondered how someone could be so apathetic.

"Are you?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile played at the edges of his lip, "Am I what exactly?"

"Happy?"

"Happy?" She caught him off guard with her word choice. His usual aloof demeanor cracked a little, and he let out a small chuckle.

"Ah, that word. I don't remember the last time I was truly happy, if ever. But no, in this moment, the answer is no."

She took his hand and placed it on hers. A look of surprise crossed his expression for a second before he looked back up at her. His eyes remained on her as his hand remained on hers, but neither of them spoke. A quiet tension filled the air.

"Toji was it? How about yourself?"

"Someone to live for?" He paused for a little before he continued. "Not anymore... At least that's what I say to myself." He chuckled dryly. "If you're asking me about my past, then yes, I did have someone to live for until I lost them."

"Then you know what it feels like." She said softly, looking into the distance.

He didn’t speak. His words were true, and he could empathise with her situation. Though, there were many differences between her and him, but their pain was one and the same. He remained still, thinking for a second, not breaking contact as his hand remained on hers.

"Would you want things to end?"

It was a bold question coming from her. No one had ever asked him something like that. Not like his answer would make a difference, but he would answer truthfully eitherway. He shifted his weight, but his hand didn’t leave hers, "Sometimes... yeah."

In her presence, he felt a strange comfort. It was unusual for him, and it was quite unexpected. But still, he felt at ease with her next to him. A light warmth washed over him, and for a brief moment, the loneliness he always felt was diminished. The silence between them continued for a while, the only sounds were their quiet breathing.

He couldn’t deny that he was somewhat broken. A loneliness that had been with him for most of his life, the pain of loss that ate at his heart, the despair that he felt on a daily basis, they were all slowly eroding him. She was broken, too, he could tell that much. The thought made him somewhat sad, knowing all that had happened to her.

"What are we but two souls that are lost?" She whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

He watched as she calmly drank her drink, taking in every movement she made. Though his response had been slow and hesitating, he felt something stir within him at her suggestion.

"You know..." He spoke after a few moments, "There are many things that we don't know. How life would play out, if we would be truly happy... or would our lives end up worse off."

She traced his lip scar, "You... this has a dark story, doesn’t it?”

The touch of her fingernails running against his scar only gave him goosebumps. She was right in guessing that his scar was the product of the pain he endured from his clan. He didn't say a word, but from the slight tightening of his jaw, it revealed the truth without the need for words.

She stroked it gently and smiled, her smile not reaching her eyes. He didn't pull away, but his expression held a touch of surprise. They had only known for each other for a short time, yet her action had caught him off guard. His hand squeezed hers in response, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Goodbye, Toji." She whispered and got up, pulling on her jacket weaving in and out of partygoers to leave the bar.

He was frozen in his seat, his mind trying to make sense of her last words. It didn't take him long to reach the conclusion that those were her final words. But he wouldn't let her simply go without trying to show her that live was worth living. He doesn’t know why he cared or why he quickly dashed after her, rushing through the streets to search for her. But he did.

She stood by the bridge, overlooking the city. Watching as the streetlights twinkled softly in the distance, the wind blowing through her wispy hair.

He soon found her by the side of the bridge. He slowed his pace as he approached her from behind, trying to gauge the situation. He could tell that she was standing near the bridge with one goal in mind.

"Wait..."

She turned to him, "Toji?"

His eyes remained on her as her gaze locked with his. "Your last words... they were goodbye."

"You figured it out, huh?"

"I'm not letting you give up." He responded softly, his voice holding a hint of determination. He took a few steps forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his breath catching slightly.

"...Why? Doesn't this make your job easier?"

"Easier?" His voice contained a touch of disbelief. "That's what you think? That it's all about a job?" He sighed, his grip tightening around her shoulder. "You're a person, just like me... a human being. And I would be a terrible person, if I just stood by and let you... throw it all away."

She chuckled dryly, "You're a hired assassin."

"Even an assassin has a heart." The hand on her shoulder remained firm, and he looked right into her eyes, his gaze intent. "And as a person with a heart, I could never stand to watch you give up like this."

He saw a glimpse of her inner torment as the quivering of her lips suggested she was trying to hold back her emotions. He felt pity and sadness for her. But there was only one thing that he could do in that moment. He silently brought his index finger to her lips and gently traced it against them. Slowly, his touch lingered as his finger stayed there for a couple of seconds before he withdrew it. "Don't."

As his finger ran against her lips, her heart skipped a beat, and she could feel something stir within her. A surge of adrenaline rushed through her system, stirring excitement and something else she couldn't quite define. A strange feeling rose within her heart, and for a brief moment, she felt her chest grow tight as she tried to breathe. In that singular act, he had broken the ice between them. It was only a touch of a stranger, but it felt like so much more.

"I have no where left to go... no money to my name...this is easier."

The words had caught him off guard, and he felt a strange twinge of concern and sadness as his eyes remained on her. She sounded... so hopeless. Without a trace of hesitance, he stepped forward, his body filling the gap between them. His hands gently rested on her shoulders, and he looked into her eyes. He was close, very close to her, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he spoke quietly once again, his voice containing a hint of urgency. "You have me."

"You don’t even know me.”

"A stranger can become a companion, and maybe even more." He spoke softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Let me be the person by your side. I'll give you a reason to try and live..."

She looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes, "Why would you do that for me...?"

“You're deserving of love.” He said simply enough, his hold on her shoulder tightening. "You're broken and hurt, but I don't see you as a pathetic, nobody has been. I see a person, a human being who's suffered too much in her life. And you deserve to be loved, cared for, and cherished."

Her breath hitched as she searched his eyes for deception, but she couldn't find any.

He was being truthful. Every word that he had spoken was sincere. He didn't see her as pathetic in any way. He saw her for who she was... a human.

"And even though we met for just a short while, I feel a connection between us. I feel it in my gut and in my heart that you and I have much more to give each other. You're not alone anymore. I'm here...."

He instinctively wrapped his arm around her and he felt her body pressed against his own as she hugged him close. He was taken aback by her embrace as he hadn't felt another body this close to his in years. Gentle sobs eminated from her chest as she buried herself into his, allowing his warmth to comfort her. He allowed the embrace to continue, and the longer she stayed within his arms, the more his heart raced.

He could feel himself becoming attached to her, but he didn't mind.

A sudden snowflake brushed her cheeks, and they both looked up to see the lone one softly flutter down to the ground. The night sky was filled with a soft flurry of snow, and the view was breathtaking. His eyes stayed locked on the falling snowflakes, fascinated with their beauty and graceful movements. As his gaze slowly moved back to hers, he noticed the small droplets of moisture on her cheek. He gently brushed them away with the pad of his thumb, and their faces remained close to each other, his heartbeat increasing with every passing moment.

"I..." She trailed off, looking into his eyes defeated by her own thoughts.

He remained silent and kept watching her with a slight smile on his lips, his eyes never leaving her own. The snowfall slowly increased in its intensity, covering the ground in a white blanket, and a gentle wind danced around them. The night sky was beautiful, and their small, intimate moment felt like time itself had stopped. The tension and excitement were building in the air, and his heartbeat was steadily growing faster, his breath coming in a little short.

"I want to live..."

His own heart jumped with joy at her words, and he closed the gap between them. He embraced her once again and pulled her close to his chest. His hand tightened around her shoulder, and he spoke softly, his voice tinged with emotion.

"Then live..." He gently brushed the tears off her cheeks and looked straight into her eyes, his gaze intent and unwavering.

His breath brushed her own, and his other hand moved from her shoulder to the base of her neck, fingers grazing it ever so gently. Then, the lightness of their breaths suddenly grew heavier, as if their breathing was in sync with each other. He remained so close to her that he could feel the heat of her body against his own. His gaze never leaving hers, their eyes locked and their lips mere inches apart.

As the space between them finally closed, the moment exploded with a powerful shock. It was as if, in that single instant, the tension that had built between them, the excitement, and the buildup of their breath, all released in an intense burst. They had finally come together, their lips finally meeting in a fiery, passionate kiss. Their mouths entwined, their tongues intertwined, their breathing intertwined, and their hearts beat as one. The intensity of their kiss only grew as they remained locked in it, their breath becoming faster and more frenzied as the moment intensified.

"Did you...feel that too?"

"...Yes," he replied with a breathy voice, still coming down from the incredible high of their kiss. The nearness of her skin still lingered in his senses, and his heart continued to beat at a rapid pace. "I felt it..." His eyes remained locked on hers, his gaze not faltering. "I felt it all.."

His gaze remained locked on hers. They shared a silent moment between them, their eyes remaining connected as they were still processing the sudden rush of emotions from their kiss. The tension was palpable in the air, as if they were still bound by that powerful surge of emotions from moments ago. He saw her mouth open slightly, as if trying to say something...

She smiled a little, "Looks like you failed your mission."

A smirk tugged on his lips, and his gaze softened slightly when she smiled. "Failed?" He asked, his tone now filled with a hint of amusement.

"Yeah, you were hired to assassinate me, yet instead you took me into your life."

"And I don't see that as a failure," he replied, his voice becoming softer and more vulnerable. "On the contrary, in my book," he added, his voice picking up a teasing tone again. "I'd say this was a remarkable success."

“Take me home…”

"Home?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with surprise. Then a sly grin appeared on his lips, and his arms tightened around her. "Okay..." He paused and added, "But there are conditions.”

"What conditions?"

He pulled her slightly closer as she shifted her body, resting her head on his shoulders. He looked at her for a moment and spoke softly, his breath soft on her skin. "One..." he started, his voice slightly rumbling. "You must promise to never give up to this world. Never let anyone or anything take away your worth. Always believe in yourself. And... never, ever give in to despair..."

"The second condition..." he continued softly, his breath still light on her skin as his thumb continued the soothing gesture, gently wiping away her tears. "Is that you must give yourself a chance. Give life another shot."

He let out a small breath, relieved that he had gotten her to agree to give herself another chance. “The last condition…” he started, and as he spoke, he felt the tension grow once again, the excitement palpable in the air.

The snow gently coated the ground around them as the silent night carried only the sound of the flakes slowly falling down, the silence only momentarily interrupted by their breath. “Is that…” he paused and cleared his throat, making sure to find the right words, “you must promise to let me guide you. To let me protect you. To let me try and love you…”

She felt her tears well up again. His grip on her shoulder tightened again as he felt her body tremble with the sudden urge to cry. He knew the words had hit home for her, and he felt a surge of protective fondness for her, his thumb gently stroking her cheek where the tears were running down. It was a tender gesture, and his eyes remained on her.

"Don't," he whispered softly, his tone carrying a hint of concern. "No more tears..."

She grinned as he wiped her eyes, "A new life."

"A new life," he repeated with a smirk, and his hands moved to run through her hair, letting his fingers drift down to brush her cheeks, and his gaze never left her own, still locked onto her eyes.

"Together." he added softly.

The night was still, and every sound had grown quiet around them, as if the world had stopped to witness this intimate moment. The snow continued its silent descent, covering them in a white blanket as the atmosphere grew heavy. His fingers remained on her cheeks, his gaze never leaving her eyes.

His heartbeat was a steady thump in his chest, his chest moving slightly with each breath. Their lips were just mere inches away, their breaths brushing against each other just slightly. Each moment seemed to stretch out infinitely as their eyes remained locked on each other.

[watatsumiis]

Stealing Clothes!!

Been getting rid of some old clothes today and now I've got Genshin fluff on the brain, so have some silly headcanons below the cut about 'borrowing' clothes from some of my faves!

Characters: Ayato, Capitano, Childe, Dottore, Lisa, Pantalone, Pierro, Thoma, Yae Miko, Zhongli

Content: Gender neutral reader, platonic relationships with the characters (though could potentially be read as a little romantic knowing me), Pantalone refers to the reader as 'dear', reader has a shorter/smaller body type than the mentioned characters (simply because I do and that's how I project with my writing - if you'd like an alternate version, feel free to let me know and I'll do what I can :D

Word count: ~1,740

I've always found something really comforting about borrowing clothes from others so this will definitely be a self indulgent drabble about that!

Ayato's coat would be the perfect article to steal - he takes it off during long meetings and when he's training, leaving it neatly folded off to the side, just begging for you to steal it. It's long and the sleeves border on inconvenient, but it's made of a soft, cool material and smells like a mix of Ayato's perfumes and whatever Thoma uses to wash it. He'd be so sweetly surprised when he comes back to retrieve his coat, only for you to be wrapped up in it - his eyebrows would go up in that cutely shocked way as he stares for a few moments - you worry you're about to get scolded, but he quickly breaks into a warm smile and narrows his eyes as he leans down to button it up for you. "If you were getting cold, you could have just let me know, I would've been more than happy to send somebody to fetch you a coat."

Capitano is usually wearing some form of armour - it's like a safe shell for him to hide away in, he's like a big turtle. The rare times he's not, he layers himself up with sweaters and the like. In timelines where he's not just a possessed suit of armour, he rarely takes his helmet off, but when he does is the perfect opportunity to strike. It's heavy and cold, weighing you down awkwardly - it's overall not very pleasant to wear and you can't understand how he manages to see out of this thing, let alone fight in it. He'd furrow his brow as he spots you wearing it for the first time - he has kind of mixed feelings about his helmet, and seeing you willingly put it on, seemingly just for fun, baffles him a little. Secondary to the helmet, his sweaters and coats are always brilliant to steal - super comfy and cozy, made of really nice thick material that's still breathable. He's almost unnaturally stocky so even his tighter-fitting clothing would hang off your frame, making it all the more pleasant. He always seems a little confused, but not upset - if stealing his clothes is what makes you happy, by all means, go ahead.

Childe's scarf is a nice boon - it's so easy just to tug it off while he's walking by you or distracted with something. It's tattered, but super duper soft and cosy. It probably doesn't get washed as often as it should, but it's really nice, especially on cool days. The length means you can wrap it around your neck several times and nuzzle into it! So snug! Childe gets really confused the first few times, incessantly prodding and asking you why you stole it - it's a pretty sentimental item to him, but you two are close, so he supposes you can wear it... for now. Sometimes he may just adjust his scarf and offer one end to you - its length means you can both wear it at the same time as long as you're walking side-by-side! Eventually it'd just become a normal thing between you two, and you might find him borrowing some of your clothes or accessories in exchange.

Dottore has a myriad of interesting accessories and the like to borrow. That weird bird cloak thing is a definite candidate for stealing, it seems cool and fun, his mask too. Sadly he doesn't often take anything off or leave it laying around, even when he's just running around his lab, and if you try to 'steal' anything he sets down, you quickly find it snatched back and either put back on or put away - not because he doesn't want you to have it, he just doesn't seem to realise that's what you're aiming for. Stealing one of his lab coats, however, is easy peasy! Just a simple task of finding one hanging up in a closet somewhere and ta-da! Now you look like a real, bona fide mad scientist! Dottore's double take as he sees you walking around in the coat (so long it's almost dresslike on you) is almost comedic, he frowns behind his mask and tilts his head to the side like a curious bird. "What are you doing that for?" Will be his first question, soon to be followed by about a million more as he tries to figure out exactly what compelled you to wear his clothes specifically. There are also tons of weird/interesting things to fidget with in the pockets.

Lisa's hat is both stylish and comfortable. She occasionally takes it off just to fix up her hair, so that's always the best opportunity to snatch it away and put it on, especially on a nice sunny day, it protects your face and eyes from the sunlight. She probably thinks it's super cute and after the first time, she may take her hat off around you a little more often in hopes of goading you into 'borrowing' it again. She'll make sure it's sitting at just the right angle, cooing and fussing at how sweet you look, how she might just get you a similar hat for your next birthday!

Pantalone wears so much nice clothing, so many fancy expensive accessories and jewelry, it's hard to decide what you want to take! When he's in his own space, he tends to just leave things laying around - someone else can clean them up (unless you get there first of course!). Trying on his jewelry is quite fun, he has some really nice necklaces and earrings and rings (though the rings don't often come off, nor do the gloves). If he catches you, he smiles smugly and asks if you'd like your own replica of whatever it is you've been caught in. His dress shirts are also really, really nice - they're made of the finest fabric and are so extremely comfortable - they smell like expensive perfumes too. If you get caught in one of those, Pantalone gets pretty confused/almost flustered, and may offer to go fetch you a clean one. "Come now, dear, you don't want that one, I wore it for hours yesterday! It's filthy!" It is not filthy in the slightest. All he did yesterday was sit in his office. Though he breaks into a smug little grin as he realises that you specifically chose one he wore because that provides more comfort to you. He might tease you for that later, but for now, he's perfectly content to allow you to keep wearing it.

Pierro probably wears a lot of heavy cloaks and coats. They're absolutely brilliant to steal if you get the chance. If you see an opening, take it quick, Pierro will probably put his coat back on or fold it up and toss it over his arm or give it to a subordinate within moments. He gives you this absolutely baffled look as you snatch up his discarded cloak, exchanging a confused glance with the person he was about to hand it off to as he waits to see what you'll do with it. He gives you this analysing kind of look as you wrap it around your shoulders, snuggling your face into the soft, fur-lined collar. As you blink at him all innocently, he softens, just a little. His shoulders slump in acceptance as he shakes his head good-naturedly. It seems harmless enough.

Thoma is more than happy to share his clothing, he absolutely revels in it. If it gets even slightly chilly, he'll offer his jacket, even if you're already wearing a coat or something. It's super comfy, and he seems to like the fact that he was able to help you out (even if he's now getting cold). His dog tags are also an item of interest, but he never ever seems to take them off, so there's not really an opening there. The headband, however, he takes off every now and then just to mop the sweat off of his brow or fix up his hair - it's comfy and keeps your hair out of your eyes, and his happy laugh when he sees you wearing it is so sweet and genuine that you can't help but grin along with him!

Yae Miko doesn't really wear enough clothing for you to be able to steal (much to your chagrin). However, if you're very lucky, she may take off her headdress while you're around as she combs through her hair. The look she gives you as she sets the accessory down is almost expectant - she knows of your affinity for borrowing wearables from others, if anything this is her testing just how much you like her (she already knows you're going to take it though, of course she does). It's heavy and kind of awkward to put on yourself, and Miko definitely chuckles in amusement as she strides over to you, tapping the top of your head in a non-verbal instruction for you to tilt your head down so she can help you put it on as she makes a teasing comment. "You must truly look up to me to go so far as to want to dress up as me, hm?"

Zhongli. Coat. It's the coat, that's his signature accessory and he rarely ever takes it off. It's of gorgeous make and quality, and if you get the opportunity, you grab it right away and you RUN, this chance may never come again (/j). It's almost silky in texture and super comfy and cozy. There's a few inside pockets that he keeps things in (more along the lines of pens and notes and the like - there's no mora pouch to be found). He's more than happy to allow you to wear his coat (he would've let you borrow it earlier if he'd known how much you'd been eyeing it off), he's a little endeared by the sight, and will help you roll up the sleeves and do up the buttons, all the while going into one of his signature spiels, this time about some old folk tale surrounding energy and memories lingering in hand-me-down clothes. He runs his hands over your shoulders to smooth out the crinkled top of the coat and smiles warmly at you and delights in your quirks that are so sweetly human in nature.

This got a little longer/ramblier than I was anticipating, oops-- as always, feel free to add on or send requests/ideas! I'm not sure how good/accessible this post length is to some people, so if there's any feedback on that please feel free to let me know, I might start splitting it up into individual characters and just do a series instead?

Please don't copy, steal, repost or otherwise plagarise my work!

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics in which a character had experienced abuse of some form in the past as requested in this ask. Please don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here.

- Louis/Harry -

🧱 Run Like the Devil by benzos

(E, 143k, Supernatural au) Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

🧱 Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere

(E, 124k, omegaverse) “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

🧱 Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die by louloubaby92 / @louloubabys1992

(M, 111k, omegaverse) Louis knows he's a defective omega. He knows its also not his fault but it is what it is. He takes the world head on even when the world is unkind to him. 

🧱 Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry

(E, 110k, punk Louis) the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

🧱 The Naked Truth by @larrysmomfics

(E, 80k, Naked Attraction au) The producers of Naked Attraction decide to do a 'Second Chances' edition of the show where past contestants who didn't find love on the show the first time can re-apply in hopes that the second time's a charm. 

🧱 Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds

(NR, 88k, historical) 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

🧱 Shout It From The Rooftops by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(M, 70k, PTSD) Plagued by memories of the worst day of his life, Louis Tomlinson feels like he’s constantly living in darkness. Harry Styles might just be the person to bring him back to the light.

🧱 These High Walls by LarryAlways28

(E, 68k, omegaverse) Born to one of Seattle's wealthiest families,  Harry was raised exactly as a Styles heir should be: sharp as a tack, witty, charming, and powerful. He was the ideal son - until he presented as an Omega.

🧱 you're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece by Valentia

(E, 50k, uni) The one where Harry is soft and pretty but doesn't see it and Louis just wants to love him the way he deserves.

🧱 elephant juice by @stylinsoncity

(M, 32k, uni) harry doesn't understand boundaries. louis doesn't mind at all.

🧱 With These Arms Folded by @taggiecb

(NR, 21k, famous/not famous) Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a very successful songwriter. That is until he receives a curious email one sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside down buy a force that's bigger than any storm he's seen outside his window.

🧱 why take your life when you give it so willingly by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 19k, pirates) When Louis Tomlinson, Captain of The Rogue, ends up adrift at sea after Captain Cowell attacks his ship, he is surprised to find his enemy, Captain Styles, coming to his rescue.

🧱 vatican cameos by nightwideopen / @themarshalstale

(T, 14k, asexuality) sometimes louis gets sad and sometimes harry lets louis write on him

🧱 Just a touch of your love by @thegirlontheblackhoodie

(E, 12k, omegaverse) Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.

🧱 You've Got A New Life (Am I Bothering you?) by LilyBlue28

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) the one where Louis is an omega who suffers from PTSD and is triggered one day. He doesn't know how to ask for help from his doting alpha, doesn't think he deserves it, and tries to handle it on his own.

🧱 I Don't Wanna Hurt Anymore by offwiththeirheads / @hazzabooween

(M, 5k, kidfic) Harry walks a thin line between breaking his best friend’s heart and fighting a losing battle.

- Rare Pairs -

🧱 Sugar, We're Going Down by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 131k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) At 37, Nick has everything he could possibly want in life: huge success in business, a Bachelor of the Year award hanging in his toilet, piles of money, and a rather odd little habit of visiting a cafe with terrible service on his way into the office every morning.

🧱 It's You by happily_missy

(E, 56k, Zayn/Liam) Liam is a PA for a famous fashion designer and Zayn is their gorgeous new model.

[merakiui]

AHHH i knew I'd mess up the request 😭 I would really love to have a flower bouquet from the miscellaneous menu, red velvet cupcakes and red mochi beans from midnight menu for my one and only Malleus 🖤 (I'd appreciate it if reader was an afab female)

yandere!malleus draconia x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con, nsfw, stalking, obsession, slight delusion note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

The beauty of humanity is transient in nature—so fleeting that one of unfathomed age might assume mortals are merely temporary phantasms crocheted into a celestial fiction. Most days it seems as though you are the untouchable human threads woven into a lively tapestry shielded by the toughest, sharpest of brambles. You are the very shape portrayed soft and precious in watercolor portraits, preserved within the haunted corridors of Malleus’s mind. Most days he wakes from poetic rumination and looks at you for who you are: a dear friend. A kind, clever child of man who is unafraid of crossing the threshold that divides humans from those with lengthened lifespans. You are, in every wondrous way, a mortal who continues to fascinate and amaze with your endearing peculiarities. 

Most days Malleus wonders if he could ever flawlessly imitate humanity in the way you do. Perhaps the idea is an impossibility or a childish dream fostered by his inherent need to stitch himself into your tapestry like a loose strand in search of a home. He can sketch your form in his mind every night—can follow your movements with eyes so green you may be smothered in their vibrancy—but he can never quite grasp the meaning of humanity. Although who could, really, when such an inquiry remains one of life’s greatest enigmas? Malleus surmises that is what makes the modern world in which he exists as curious as it is troublesome. 

There is beauty in tragedy. Malleus knows this well because all human life is tragic in some melancholic manner. But nothing can be more devastating than the raw emotions that entwine themselves through you, staining your expression in muted fear. Thankfully, it takes but a moment for the darkness to dispel itself, alight with yellow-green speckles that foretell a familiar presence. He offers you a pleasant smile through the window, not having considered you might still be awake at such an ungodly hour when he appeared for his usual visit to admire you while you lay motionless, wrapped in the sweetest of dreams. The little beast who often accompanies you—Grim—is curled on the bed, his furry frame moving up and down with each peaceful breath he takes.

There is beauty in the sincerity of relief. Malleus knows this well because when your shoulders relax and you slide the window up to greet him, all instances of horror having vanished from your delightful countenance, you look most ravishing. 

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Horns. Don’t scare me like that!” 

Horns. It’s a cute, casual nickname—an alias that he wouldn’t have received had he not met you. It’s far more meaningful than the princely status draped across his shoulders, a reminder to all who see him of the destiny that awaits him—a destiny that distances him from others grandly. They seem to care about such a thing—as if it’s a thing so ominous—but you never mind it.

There is beauty in the thorns that pierce the heart. Malleus knows this well, for he stands at the edge of a love that just cannot bear any fruit, consumed in a shadow while he watches you enjoy the noisy company of friends and classmates. Malleus is not very partial to this, yet if it made you happy he would willingly melt into the darkness so that you may continue to spread your glorious light. 

“Oh?” His eyebrows raise curiously and he bends down to lean further into the open window, conscious of the sleek, obsidian-colored horns that curl upwards from his head. “I’m far from a medical practitioner, but I have heard that a good shock to the heart is one way to keep it beating. You need only give me a moment. I shall conjure a bolt strong enough to—”

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” you whisper hastily, shaking your head in a manner so wild it sparks amusement deep within his chest. 

“I jest.”

“I would hope so,” you retort, a smile spreading on your lips. “One shock from you and I don’t think I’d be standing in one piece.”

“Nonsense.” He dismisses you with a wave of his hand before pausing to truly consider it. “Well, I suppose in order to test such a theory you would need to incite my wrath first. Would you care to try?” 

“That’s a death wish! Is your sense of humor always so morbid, Horns?”

“Would you prefer otherwise?”

“Nah.” He blinks at you, and a chuckle spills from your lips. “It’s you, Horns. Morbid jests and all. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

In that moment, Malleus thinks he wants nothing more than to have you, radiant smiles and all. 

There is beauty in trust. This is something Malleus knows well, for when Lilia handed him a cloth the color of a starlit sky and uttered something about acts of trust he understood the implications. Or perhaps the meaning evaded him; Lilia is always so cryptic. And so, once the moon has risen high, Malleus descends upon Ramshackle’s grounds to consult his wise, beautiful child of man.

“Acts of trust? Like trust falls?”

“Trust...falls?” Malleus repeats it with a furrowed brow. 

“It’s when someone falls backwards into the arms of another person, assuming that that person will catch them. It’s supposed to be a trust game.”

“Shall we play?” He withdraws the cloth from his vest pocket, running his fingers over the silky satin. “This game of trust humans are so fond of... It sounds most entertaining.”

“Oh, sure. Uh... I don’t think we need a blindfold for it, though.”

“I have recently learned of this ‘trust game’ from Lilia. One that involves relying on another to replace your sight.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that one! We can try it.”

“Then allow me to be your eyes.” 

Your nod is immediate, and so Malleus flicks his wrist and the blindfold fastens itself around your eyes. You reach up to touch the fabric and giggle. 

“Make sure to guide me away from any furniture, okay?”

Though you’re unable to see it, Malleus smiles at you, a deceptive flicker in his gaze. The game begins innocently enough. Malleus leads you with honest intent, and even when you stumble he merely levitates furniture out of your way. You nearly take a nasty tumble when your foot catches on the rug, but he’s quick to cast a skillful spell that lifts you up out of harm’s way and lowers you gently upon the bed. Your hands curl into the sheets and you exhale a relieved sigh. 

“That was close. I almost fell.” When Malleus doesn’t respond, you sit up and move to take your blindfold off. Malleus places a hand upon your shoulder, guiding you back down. You flinch, arm stiffening in surprise. “W-Whoa! Seriously, Horns, you can’t keep scaring me like this!”

“There’s nothing to fear,” he assures you. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve kissed the floorboards.”

Malleus nods, as if having expected this answer—it’s unsatisfactory for a reason he cannot list—and traces the path down your stomach, along your hips, to the waistband of your trousers. You seem so fragile in this moment, so vulnerable and so very in need of protection. He’s watched you long enough to know of the dangers you often find yourself in. You move to sit up again, but he looms over you, straddling you, and he thinks you can sense his towering presence. It’s that unique sixth sense he’s heard all humans secretly possess.

“H-Hold on. Wait. What...” You swallow thickly, remaining completely still. “What’re you doing, H-Horns?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks again. “You must trust me. I mean you no harm.”

“No... No, I really don’t right now. Can we stop? I want—” You squirm under him when his fingers curl around the waistband, tugging both your trousers and panties down slowly. He peers at the modest lace trim. Like the rest of you, it is very pretty. “I want to stop. Please. Hey, stop. Seriously—”

You reach blindly for him, your voice rising in panicked pitches. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining. Though you try to pull away at the next second, his grip remains firm. Not enough to break your hand, but it does cause you a bruising discomfort. Your lips twist into a trembling frown and a meek whine squeezes itself out of you, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

“You will trust me in due time,” Malleus murmurs it like it’s a vow, his voice so soothing it’s like muffled rainfall. He notices the silent tear that slips out from under the blindfold, and he swipes it away with his thumb. Out of sight, out of mind. “I only wish to prepare you.”

“P-Prepare...” You shake your head, voice straining. “For... For what? Malleus, stop. I don’t want...this. Please stop.”

No longer Horns. He’s lost that name now, but it’s nothing he can’t retrieve.

He slips his gloves off and, after having coated his digits with enough of his own saliva, works your pussy open with two slender fingers, quietly amazed at how soft and warm it is within. Your body goes rigid under him, your free hand grabbing at the sheets while the other remains imprisoned in his grasp. You could take the blindfold off, but you don’t, instead sniffling through a mantra of stop and take it out. He knows you don’t mean those words, for it isn’t long before you’re tightening around the three fingers curled within you, your labored breathing punctuated with little gasps and groans. It is most adorable.

There is beauty in submission. Malleus knows this well because when you arch your back, dig your nails into his hand, and gush around his fingers with a strangled cry you are the most exquisite portrait he has ever had the blessing of admiring. He could spend lifetimes pondering your angles, considering dainty brushstrokes, wondering about the skillful hands that sculpted you so perfectly. So beautifully. So humanly.

You’re panting when he comes back to his senses, having slipped a fourth finger into your wet warmth without realizing it. There’s a strain in his pants, an ache that had once been so dull and is now so unbearably tight. The insatiable, animalistic part of Malleus wants nothing more than to spear you on his cocks, to feel the stretch as your pussy envelops both in its gummy walls, to hear your wails and kiss your lips puffy, to press his hand against your bloated belly and feel the sinful connection for himself. But there is the rational, sweeter side that knows you would be in a world of pain if he was not given enough time to properly stretch you, and so he decides that, as pressing as his needs may be, yours are far more important. 

He wishes to cherish with you for many years to come, not break you beyond repair.

“We shall spend the night here, my dearest,” he declares, the fondness of a smile in his tone. His hand releases yours momentarily so that he may tug the blindfold up to see your sparkling eyes. Tears of joy, no doubt. “Until I can fit more than just my fingers so that we can truly connect as one.”

He leans in to press his lips upon yours in a chaste kiss; you do not reciprocate. Malleus would have thought he’d put you to sleep with how frozen you’ve become. But you’re merely looking at him with defeated eyes—eyes that are so beautiful even when reflecting the pains of betrayal. Malleus tells himself that this is the teary-eyed ecstasy he has heard of in the stories Lilia would often recall when he was old enough to hear such tales. It is not pain; it is pleasure.

And there is beauty in both.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Biltzo x hellhound!trans male!reader headcanons?

Ooh! More fun with Blitzy! Yaaaay! I love this unhinged gunslinger little gremlin~! To be honest. This is kinda short since us being trans male and a hellhound only changes a bit in a relationship with Blitzy-boo

Blitzø- All the Same to Me

Right off the bat. Blitz really doesn’t give a fuck— and what I mean by that is that Blitz is a hardcore pansexual, he loves all holes with no discrimination and all inclusion so when he begun playing with a attractive male Hellhound. He didn’t suspect much from him but when said man revealed to Blitz that he is trans, all Blitz said was

“Ah. That’s cool, Bae”

In normal circumstances, Blitz wants his partner to be liked by Loona but with you, a Hellhound, he especially wants you to bond with his daughter and pushes it a lot. You’re both Hellhounds and you both even look a bit similar. He’ll be especially happy if Loona likes you and views you as a possible stepfather

Really. Blitz is actually really accepting about sexuality and gender identity, and he doesn’t mock it. He won’t mock it, he doesn’t mind at all. You use to be a woman and now you’re man, that’s it and that’s how he views you. You’re his man, he is your man and whilst you use to be a woman, it doesn’t sway him and he’s all for pursuing you… in his own way

Blitz has seen the interesting boob removal scars on your chest and feels over them, just to let you know that whilst you’ve lost your breasts, you don’t need them at all. He lets you know that whilst he sees them,

Blitz, though he doesn’t really care much about what gender you use to be and what gender you are, does ask questions about your trans transformation and asks what changed in your view in your body. He’s curious, he’s doesn’t really see that many trans males, more trans females

Blitz knows you are a man and he is completely fine with that but your current body is smooth and voluptuous like your originally assigned birth body, and he absolutely loves it. You’re a bit insecure about how curvy you are, he makes sure to drop love rain after love rain to let you know it’s so hot. Even if it’s girly

When you finally showed him that you haven’t really gotten both of your reproductive organs changed, Blitz encouraged you to help you feel better and suggest that you actually keep… the bottom part since whilst it’s not manly, not what you want. You can give him children. Yes, Blitz is THAT cocky and convinced you two will be together forever!

Blitz furiously defends you from anybody who calls you a woman crossdressing or anybody who proclaims you’re just confused about your gender identity. You have curves and a… well, vagina but you’re still a man! You’re a man and Blitz will argue with whoever dares to willingly misgender you. Who you are matters to you and therefore, it matters to him

Blitz loves playing with your tail, so soft and fluffy. He loves Loona’s fur and touching it so with yours, he is basically sleeping on your tail, clung on your tail, brushing your fur with a dog brush. He is sinking in your fur and he doesn’t regret any chance he may end up just hooked on your back like an imp backpack. It’s worth it for the fur

You know that Blitz has those edible ‘treats’ for Loona? He has those same treats for you. You’re a doggy like his daughter so when you’ve done good, he’ll offer you a treat and whilst you don’t often take it, he can tell you appreciate him wanting to give you some semblance of praise after helping him

Blitz loves being buried in you when you both go to bed. You’re much bigger and taller than him so he gets to enjoy being carried around, gets to enjoy being smothered by your soft fur and gets to enjoy such a warm comfy goodnight sleep every single night. It’s just perfect to him

Blitz is quite attached to you and he views his set of personal circumstances as perfect. He loves his Hellhounds: his boyfriend and his daughter. He has two big dogs he loves dearly and he’ll dote on both of them till the day he dies

Blitz, our Pansexual king, got us one of those dog collars plus leash for naughty times~!

“Bae. You ‘lright? … oh for fuck sake, not again. Forget that asshole, ‘kay? You’re not what he says, you are who you are. A man, not a woman. You have these hips but that shit doesn’t make you a lady permanently. You’re a man, my man. Never forget that”

A/N: Alright. Lemme make this clear: I don’t know much about how the trans changing works and I apologise if I am wrong about something like the body or the body parts! I just imagined it that we only had money for one body part but not enough to fully change. I hope it’s not offensive, thank you!