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SYNOPSIS โ Your husband Kento Nanami had a long day at work, getting quite overwhelmed.. so he uses you as an outlet, sloppily taking you to forget all of his irritation.
TRIGGERS โ fem!reader, smut, hugging you in your sleep, sloppy pussy eating, fingering, cunnilingus, messy missionary
WORDS โ 4.2k
The office was quiet... too quiet. Even though Nanami had often craved silence, today the silence felt.. like it was chocking him, accompanied only by the scratching of his pen against the endless stack of reports.
He adjusted his glasses, his fingers lingering a moment too long against the bridge of his nose as he looked over the shit ton of papers โ activity logs, financial disbursements, and mission debris summaries. Each page was a tedious repetition of the last. His eyes scanned a line of text, but the words blurred into a smudge of black ink. Because honestly, who even has the patience for things like this?
There was nothing on his desk that he wanted to touch. Nothing that he truly desired, making his mind wander, slipping away from the budget projections and toward the image of you. You would look sooo perfect here, draped across his desk. He could see it so clearly โ your hair spilling over the edge of a folder as you presented yourself for him oh so nicely. He imagined your palms pressing down against the wood as they flattened the documents he so desperately needed to finish.
He pictured you arching your back, the tension in your body so obvious as you looked back at him over your shoulder. He wanted to see that look on your face.. the one you only gave him when you were alone.
He traced the edge of the yearly report with his thumb, his gaze drifting to the door of his office. He longed to leave the papers where they lay and sink into the leather of his chair, pulling you toward him. He missed the taste of your lips, the scent of your skin that lingered on his clothes long after youโd spent time with him.
The air in the office felt too warm, or perhaps he was just stifled by his own longing. It was hard to say, really. He set the pen down and leaned back with a tired sigh as he moved two fingers โ hooking them over his tie and lightly loosening it. The dull ache in his lower back begging him to forget the grind of his duties.
"Can't focus," he muttered as the thought of your body against his desk became more vivid โ he could almost feel the texture of your skin under his fingers, the warmth of your breath near his ear. The reports and endless paperwork... none of it mattered as much as the thought of you here, with him.
He imagined the way you would shudder when he touched you and the way your body would yield to his demands. He wanted to replace the sterile smell of the office with your natural one.
Tomorrow.
The deadline was tomorrow, and the mountain of paperwork on his desk seemed to grow taller with every blink of his tired eyes. It was inefficient. And quite frankly, it was an insult to his time. He hated the way these trivialities took all of his focus, stealing minutes that should have been spent in the comfort of his own home, specifically, in your arms.
His gaze fell once more to a particularly dense report, but the ink seemed to mock him. Every time he tried to get back into the rhythm of his work, his mind would just drift back to you, so he just closed his eyes tight, pressing the heels of his palms into his sockets. Focus, Kento, he scolded himself internally.
He knew the math: if he stayed to finish this entire stack, he would be home late. Again. The thought of leaving you waiting made him irritated as hell. He hated the imbalance โ the way that his responsibilities demanded his presence, while his heart demanded to be right beside you, perhaps sharing a sweet treat and the quiet you both loved so much.
He forced his eyes open and picked up his pen, his grip a little tighter than necessary. He had to shove the image of you bent over his desk into the dark corner of his mind. He couldn't afford to be distracted. Not when he wanted to finish this quickly so he could get to you... With a calm motion, he began to write, forcing his mind to obey the structure of the task at hand.
The clock on the office wall had long since ticked past a reasonable hour. When Nanami finally set his pen down, the building was dead silent. Everyone had gone home by now, naturally. He leaned back and sighed in relief. "Finally," he whispered to the empty room.
He gathered his things, though his movements were less coordinated due to the growing irritation. The sheer amount of time wasted on such trivial, soul-sucking things was a grievance he felt in his very bones. He was tired not just physically, but also mentally, which made every step toward the exit feel like wading through sludge.
The walk home was a blur of city lights and the cool night air, which did little to soothe the restless ache in his chest. Soon enough, he was back home and turned the door handle before stepping inside to find the apartment to be.. silent. Ah, jeez, he felt so guilty, since you were likely asleep by now. He hated that his work had stolen the best parts of his day from you. Damn thieves.
He then carefully slipped off his shoes to not disturb the peace before reaching up and pulling the tie fully free, casting the silk aside. The restriction was gone.
Walking into the bathroom, he turned on the tap, the sound of running water feeling unnaturally loud in the quiet house. He leaned over the sink, splashing cool water onto his face to shock the lingering fatigue from his system. As he gripped the edges of the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror โ eyes tired, jaw set. He grabbed a towel, patting his skin dry, his mind already drifting away from the office and toward the bed. He didn't really want to sleep. He wanted to sink into the warmth of you and to make up for every lost minute.
He then silently entered your shared bedroom. The bullshit of the office, the endless reports, the ticking clocks.. ahh, it all finally fell away at the threshold.
He approached the bed, his eyes softening as they landed on you. You were so damn beautiful, and he genuinely wondered how he managed to get someone like you.
Carefully, he tugged back the edge of the covers, not wanting to startle you, nor did he want to demand anything from you while you were in such a delicate state. He simply needed to be near you.
He slid into the bed, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight. Instead of pulling you close immediately, he reached out, his hands finding your legs beneath the fabric before gently lifting and guiding your thighs, hooking them over his broad shoulders to open you up to him. He was seeking a connection.. in.. a very interesting way..
He leaned down, his hair brushing against the skin of your leg as he pressed a tender kiss against the skin of your inner thigh, staying there for a moment, just breathing in your scent, that aroma that always signaled to his brain that he was finally home.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, the words barely a ghost of a sound, intended more for the silence than for your ears. He shifted his position, sliding further up, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging it โ his lips beginning to move as he pressed soft, worshipful kisses along the curve of your waist, his mouth moving over the skin, while tracing the line of your hip. Every kiss was a silent apology for his lateness, a way to tether himself to you and let the stress of the day dissolve into the dark.
The soft sensation of his lips against your skin began to stir you awake as you felt the warmth of his body pressing against yours. Your eyes fluttered open, vision hazy, and you felt his weight keeping you nice and steady on the bed.
"'Nami...?" you murmured, a little confused by the sudden warmth and the sensation of his breath against your hip. "What are you... doing?"
He didn't answer with words at first. since he answered with the heat of his mouth, pressing a series of slow, sloppy, and needy kisses against the skin of your waist. He paused, his forehead resting against your stomach as he took a breath before looking up.
"Please.. I need this... just a little bit." Even in his desperation, he was mindful of you, since he wouldn't dare force himself upon you while you were half-conscious - he required your presence and your utmost permission.
His hand slid down, his calloused fingers tracing the delicate lace edge of your panties, lingering there โ the touch light, almost hesitant as he waited, his thumb stroking the fabric, his eyes locked onto yours, silently asking the question.
"Is it okay?"
You reached out, your fingers tangling in his blonde hair, pulling him closer as you gave him the soft, affirmative nod he was waiting for.
The moment he saw the signal, he sighed as his fingers hooked firmly under the elastic of your panties before tugging them and sliding them down your legs.
The moment the barrier of your lace was gone, brochosaurus didnโt waste a single second as he shifted, sliding down your body again, until his lips were near your heat again. He needed to erase the mental fatigue of those damn reports. He wanted to drown the memory of ink and paper in the taste of you.
His tongue darted out, finding your delightful taste immediately, sweeping upward in a long, wet stroke. He was messy, unconcerned with being neat or composed. He wanted to feel everything: the slickness of your arousal, the heat radiating from your core, the way your body trembled under his mouth.
He began to eat you with a pretty sloppy rhythm, his tongue lashing against your clitoris, chasing a release from the day's irritation, using the sensation of your sweetness to scrub his mind clean. Every time he heard a hitched breath or a soft moan escape your lips, he redoubled his efforts, his nose pressing into your soft skin as he buried his face deeper into you.
The sounds in the room were thick and heavy: the wet, rhythmic slapping of his mouth against your thighs, the sound of his deep, ragged breathing, and the friction of your skin as you arched toward him. He was devouring you, his tongue swirling in wide circles before narrowing into pointed tugs and nibbles with his lips. He was thorough, leaving a glistening trail of saliva behind as he worked, hands reaching up to grip your thighs harder, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh to hold you steady as he worshipped you. He was obsessed with the taste, the salt, and the sweetness of you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
He worked his tongue intensely, lashing against your sensitive folds. He wasn't being gentle, preferring to stay thorough, his tongue sweeping deep into your heat, exploring every inch of your slickness with a desperate sort of greed. He was incredibly messy, leaving your inner thighs glistening and wet, the sound of his mouth working against you, a rhythmic, squelching friction filling the quiet room.
He seemed to have forgotten the very concept of breathing, his nose completely delved into your heat, needing to be physically submerged in you. His face was buried entirely into your crotch, his nose and mouth pressing so firmly against you that there was no space left between his lips and your skin.
His tongue trailed down, circling around your entrance. He didn't want to use his fingers just yet, wanting to prep you first, making sure that you were nice and ready for him. His tongue delved, pushing past your outer folds to probe deep inside the slick heat of you. He was working mindlessly, his brain turning into mush as he bobbed his head rhythmically, his saliva coating your skin and mixing with your own arousal until you were a glistening, beautiful mess. He was completely uninhibited, his jaw working hard as he focused entirely on the sensation of your walls clenching around his tongue.
The friction of his tongue intensified, transitioning from sweeping strokes to more focused pressure. He slid his tongue into your entrance, starting to drive it in and out, tongue fucking you, the muscle of his tongue mimicking the heavy, deep thrusts of a cock, pushing deep into your canal to find every sensitive ridge.
Each time he drove inward, a low grunt escaped his throat. He was far too busy to offer any words right now, especially since he was fully focused on the sensation of your walls squeezing against the motion of his tongue.
He was completely lost in the act, and the messiness was stirring a life force in his loins; the squelching sounds of his tongue sliding in and out of you filled the air. Every time he pushed deep, he could feel the pulse of your clitoris against the tip of his tongue. Honestly, he was greedy, wanting to consume every drop of your sweetness, his breath coming in jagged, hot puffs against your skin.
He didn't care about the mess on his chin or the way his hair was becoming damp from your heat, since he only cared about the way you were reacting to him, which drove him to work even harder.
Once he was certain you were drenched, your slickness acting as a perfect lubricant against his face, Nanami finally shifted his focus by pulling back just enough as one of his hands slid from your thigh, his palm touching every inch of your skin on the way before reaching the center of your heat. He began to massage your pussy, his fingertips dancing over your swollen clit and tracing the delicate, soaking lines of your labia. He was thorough, feeling the way that your muscles twitched and pulsed under his guidance.
Then, he began to slide two fingers into your entrance, moving them with a steady rhythm, stretching you slightly, and feeling the clenching of your walls as they tried to swallow his hand.
Not content with just his fingers, he leaned back down, his mouth finding your clitoris once again, using dual sensation -- while his fingers worked inside you, driving deep and pulling back to create a relentless friction, his tongue was busy lashing against your clit.
The combination was overwhelming, his fingers curling inside you to find the most sensitive spots while his tongue flicked and swirled in a way that made your hips buck.
He was becoming increasingly unhinged, like some little goblin that just wanted to consume you. His movements grew more starved as he worked to drive you to the edge of madness.
His fingers inside you became more insistent, curling and hooking against your walls. He was digging into you, his knuckles slamming wetly against your entrance as he worked you, to feel the exact moment your internal muscles began to spasm and tighten around him.
He was pretty much attacking your clitoris now, his tongue flattening out to lap at the sensitive bud before narrowing into a flick.
The sound of his efforts was crazy as hell - the wet squelch of his fingers sliding in and out of your soaking wet canal, the sloppy slapping of his lips against your skin, and the grunts of satisfaction . He was worshipful in his greed, treating your body like a sacred altar he had to feast upon to survive.
"Fuck... you're so fucking good..." he groaned against your skin, the words muffled against your heat. He was losing himself in the friction, his nose pressed so hard against your pelvis that he was practically part of you. He wanted to taste every drop of your nectar, to ensure that no part of your pleasure went unrecorded by his mouth.
Finally, he pulled back, though he didn't move far. His breathing was heavy as his chest heaved, his blonde hair, usually so neat, was a complete disaster - damp and matted from being buried so deep between your thighs.
Despite the break in his mouth's work, he didn't let the sensation die - his fingers remained buried inside you, continuing a relentless motion while he himself leaned up and pressed his lips against your own into this messy, nasty kiss, tasting of salt and the shared heat of your bodies.
While his mouth was busy devouring yours, his free hand worked with trembling urgency at his waist as he fumbled with his belt, the metallic click of the buckle sounding loud in the quiet room, before he shoved his trousers down.
God, he was already so incredibly hard. The moment his pants were out of the way, his cock sprang to life, thick and pulsing with a life of its own as it slapped and rubbed wetly against his abdomen with every heavy breath he took, the tip already weeping clear beads of precum that glistened in the dim light.
And so, he had positioned himself between your legs as he aligned the thick head of his cock with your drenched entrance. He took a deep, shaky breath, his chest heaving against yours, before he began to push slowly. The first inch was a struggle, his shoulders tensing as he guided himself home, inch by inch, feeling all of you molding and stretching around him.
When he was finally buried deep within you, he stopped for a moment, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, making his entire frame shudder with the effort of not spilling over immediately.
In one swift motion, he reached for your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, thumbs brushing against your knuckles as he pinned your hands to the mattress on either side of your head. He held them there, grounding himself, his eyes half closed, his breath warm and labored against your skin, intentionally savoring the feeling of being inside you before he dared to move again.
He slowly began to pull back, the friction of your tight, wet walls dragging against the length of his shaft until he was almost entirely out. The sensation of being released made him groan, and he lingered for just a second, just like that, savoring the cool air hitting his damp skin, before he drove himself back into you with a thrust.
He started with a measured, agonizingly slow rhythm, wanting to feel every single millimeter of himself sliding through your slickness, wanting to ensure he was hitting the deepest part of you, his hips moving in a steady, grinding circle, forcing the head of his cock to rub against your most sensitive spots as he slowly established a pace.
But the restraint wouldn't last long. The irritation from his workday, the desperation of his longing, and the overwhelming warmth of your body were all merging into one, and so, the slow slides began to roughen up. His thrusts became more frequent, the tempo picking up as his breathing turned into ragged, heavy gasps. The soft, squelching sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your drenched entrance became more intense, since he was no longer just moving โ he was straight up drilling into you, his hips slamming against yours, making the poor bed frame creak.
His grip on your hands tightened, his knuckles white, using the leverage to push even harder. He was relentless, his body working with a singular focus to bridge the gap between his fatigue and your pleasure, his movements growing more frantic.
The room was filled with the rhythmic, wet slapping of his balls against your ass with every deep, driving thrust, a sound that punctuated his heavy grunts. He was being so incredibly messy, the friction of his cock sliding through your excess arousal creating a thick, squelching noise... He was all sweaty, his skin slick against yours as he drove himself into you, seeking an outlet for every ounce of frustration he had harbored all day.
He was rough, his grip on your hands tightening so much you could feel the strength in his large palms, pinning you down as if he needed to anchor himself to you to keep from floating away into pure sensation. He was needy, his head dropping to your shoulder as he bit at your skin.
Every thrust was a desperate attempt to purge the stress of the office and the exhaustion of his duties. You were the perfect outlet, the only thing that could silence the noise in his head. His movements became more uncoordinated as the pleasure peaked, completely consumed by the sensation of being buried deep inside your warmth, his entire being focused on the way your body reacted to him.
Inside you, he felt as though he were drowning in silk and fire. Every time he drove himself home, the sensation of your incredible walls clenching around his shaft was almost too much to bear. It felt as if you were trying to swallow him whole with every desperate thrust. The friction was immense.. the way your wetness coated his entire length made every slide feel like a sliding caress.
The mental spreadsheets, the mission reports.. ah yeah, they were all long gone. He couldn't think in sentences anymore, since he could only think in the way your hips rose to meet his, and the way your breath hitched.
The feeling of being buried so deep inside you made his brain feel like mush, which left him unable to even remember his own name. All he knew was the delicious weight of you. He felt unmoored, as if the only thing keeping him from dissolving into the mattress was solely the connection between his hips and yours.
"Fuck..." he cursed under his breath. The friction was becoming almost unbearable, something that demanded more than just rhythmic thrusting.
He abruptly released your hands, the sudden lack of pressure making you gasp, but he didn't give you a moment to recover as those said hands slid down your body, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs before hooking his arms under your legs and hauling them upward, bending you nearly in half. The position was.. ah.. well, primal, exposing you completely to him, tilting your pelvis upward to offer him the most direct path to your core.
He needed to go deeper and feel himself hit the very back of you, and so he kept on moving, his thrusts becoming punishingly deep. Each time he slammed home, the sound of his pelvis hitting your ass was a loud, wet *smack* that echoed in the silent room. He was fucking you with a desperate, starving sort of energy, his body acting on pure instinct. He was messy, his sweat dripping from his brow onto yours.
As he worked, he kept his eyes on you the entire time, seeing the way you tossed your head back, and it drove him even harder.
"Yes... just like that," he panted, as you began to lose your grip on reality, your fingers reaching out to find some sort of aid, you began to claw at his back, nails digging into it, dragging down the muscles of his shoulders as you arched toward him.
Instead of pulling away, he leaned into the sensation, groaning in approval. "You're so good... god, you're so fucking good for me," he praised, since he absolutely loved the way you took him, the way you fought to stay grounded even as he drove you toward the edge. "Do that... keep doing that to me, sweetheart..."
He leaned forward, his chest gently pressing against yours as he kissed you, tongue sliding into yours with a desperate friction that mirrored the way his cock was working inside you. It was a messy, beautiful collision, the taste of your saliva and breath as he swallowed your moans.
Even as he focused on your mouth, he never slowed the pace of his hips, his pelvis hitting yours with a series of heavy, wet thuds that vibrated through your entire frame. Every thrust was deeper than the last, aimed at the very center of your pleasure, his cock feeling massive and unyielding as it stretched you to your absolute limit.
He was pressing so hard, so deeply into the skin of your thighs, that he was undoubtedly starting to leave bruises, marking you with the evidence of how much he needed you.
He pulled back from the kiss for just a second, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths. "Don't you dare stop.. Keep clawing at me... keep taking it..."
Summary: During one of the Abyss Order's attack on Mondstadt you fought alongside the other Knights of Favonius. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. That was until, one of the enemies struck you from behind, wounding you severely.
You thought this must be the end for you, but lo and behold, there was Albedo. The one and only Chief Alchemist to your rescue..
Word count: 1695
A/N: This is inspired by the event where Albedo is on trial, so this might contain slight spoilers!!
There is a bit of fluff in this oneshot as well ^^ Enjoy!
The past few days had been stressful, to say the least. For weeks now the Abyss Order has been taunting Mondstadt and other regions with all sorts of attacks. Although lately, they had gotten more intense and frequent, especially around Mondstadt. No one, not even the Knights of Favonius or Jean had any clue as to why this was happening. Because of this, the Knights were preparing for battle, strenghtening their defenses and contacting armies from other regions to lend their aid in battle whenever the occasion would arise.
This also meant you were becoming part of their plan. You were after all the Honorary Knight.
The Knights and some other allies were sat around a long table, discussing plans for the Abyss Order's attack. All kinds of topics were discussed, such as defense and front line positions, but also who would be our emergency contact. Jean had one person in mind who would serve as our 'last resort' in case things start to go south. As expected, Barbatos aka Venti, got assigned to this role.
You, Diluc and Kaeya would be on the front line with Amber and Mika on the roofs to oversee things. Albedo and Sucrose would be assisting in any way they could, their focus would mainly be on the injured. Barbara offered her help at the Church to heal the fallen soldiers and citizens.
After everything had been discussed, you and everyone else left the room and went on with their day as usual, but you couldn't. Something felt off. Not that there were any visible signs that the Abyss Order's attack would happen soon, but somehow you could feel a disturbance in the air. It was as if they were already on their way to destroy Mondstadt.
As you stroll around the streets of the city you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and listening to the rustling leaves and people rambling about random topics to one another. For a second, you felt at peace. Like nothing could stop or disturb you from having this moment. But unfortunately, you couldn't be more wrong. As you open your eyes, you notice the sky starting to turn dark and the wind picking up speed. Your hand immediately reaches for your weapon, tightening your grip on the handle.
You were ready.
Behind you there's people screaming, running back to their houses while yelling at other people to seek shelter. It didn't take long for the other Knights to appear next to you. ''Seems like they were faster than we expected. '' Kaeya remarked as he unsheated his sword and held it steadily in front of him. Diluc readied his weapon as well, groaning softly. ''Looks like were in for a heavy fight.'' Diluc said, focusing his eyes on the hordes of Hilichurls, Lawachurls and Mages making their way to the front gate of the city.
As they approached, you took a deep breath before lunging towards your enemies. Kaeya and Diluc quickly followed. The three of you swung your weapons, jumping high up in the air over the enemies, sliding and ducking under them as you took them out one by one. Your heartbeat started to pick, you could feel the adrenaline rushing through your body with every kill you made.
But even though the three of you did everything you could, they kept coming and multiplying. It seemed like there wasn't coming an end to this battle any time soon.
Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, you receive a call from Venti through the Dodocommunication. ''I need some backup here. I can't hold on much longer and it's crawling with hilichurls and mages!'' You hear Venti vaguely yell underneath all the static and interference. Before you could ask, Diluc yells, ''Go to Venti! We'll handle the rest here.'' You give him a quick nod, running over to Venti's assigned spot.
As you slowly start running out of breath, you're stopped by an Abyss Lector. You freeze, eyes widening at the sight of the Abyss Lector before you.
''You think you can help your allies with a fragile body like yours?''
''You've never stood a chance. You're weak, pathetic even.''
Hearing those words you feel your throat closing up, your hands trembling and knees shaking.
He's right. The other Knights are much stronger and ambitious than you are.
Tears start welling in your eyes as you stay frozen. For a second, your mouth opens, wanting to yell back and defend yourself, but you can't.
The Abyss Lector slowly approaches you, but stops for a second. You furrow your brows, confused as to why he'd stop and not kill you on the spot. You notice his eyes adverting to something behind you. As you turn around, an Abyss Mage sends icicles your way. At the very last second you try to dodge them, but unfortunately, one of them hits you right in the stomach. As it hits you, you fall to the ground and clamp your hand around the wound. You cough and wheeze softly while leaning with your other hand against the ground.
Surely this would be the end, right?
Luckily, before the Abyss Lector can strike, you notice a familiar pair of shoes standing in front of you in the corner of your eye. You close your eyes and hear weapons striking one another. When the silence hits, you open your eyes and look up to see Albedo, Mondstadt's Chief Alchemist standing before you. ''Come. Let's find a safer place for you to rest.'' You hear Albedo say, his voice being slightly muffled. He kneels down, putting your arm around his shoulders and lift you up.
You don't remember a lot about how you got to his office, but you were safe and sound, sitting in Albedo's chair. ''I'm sorry I couldn't have been of assistance quicker, but I'm glad I found you.'' Albedo says, his back is turned to you as he reaches for a few bottles and bandages. ''This might sting a little.'' Albedo turns back to you, setting down the bottles and bandages on the desk next to you.
Without another word, he lifts your shirt up just enough to reach the wound. You look down and notice the large hole in your stomach. Albedo works his magic, using bottles with mysterious chemicals on your wound before wrapping it in bandages.
''That should do, how does it feel?'' He asks, looking into your eyes with genuine worry. Your cheeks heat up slightly at the sight. ''It feels fine. Thank you.. for saving me out there. If it wasn't for you I'd probably be dead.'' You smile softly at him. He simply returns the smile and leans against the desk.
''You know, I've been keeping an eye on you the entire time. I was assigned to stay with Sucrose at the church, but I couldn't shake the feeling something bad would happen to you.'' Albedo looks away from you for a moment as he speaks. ''I had to make sure to prevent that.''
''Why though? Out of all people you chose me?'' Your heart suddenly skips a beat. Those words were full of honesty and warmth. Secretly you were hoping for something like this to happen. For the longest time you've had your eye on Albedo. His voice was as smooth as butter. Whenever he spoke it was full of kindness and confidence, something you really admired about the Chief Alchemist, but you couldn't admit something like that. You had become quite close friends over the years and you felt that saying those words to Albedo would definitely ruin everything you had built up with him.
''Because it's you. The second you stepped foot in Mondstadt I felt this wave of joy. I could tell you were a kind person and in the time I've gotten to know you, this feeling became even stronger. I admire your perseverance and ability to sympathize. Your words touch my heart and those of other as well.'' Albedo slowly inches closer to you, his hand reaching for your face. You look at him, your eyes sparkle as you realize he's been feeling the same way all this time. Your expression softens as his hand gently rests on your cheek.
Without saying another word the two of you inch your faces closer to one another and close your eyes. Soon, your lips meets his. It's a soft, gentle and passionate kiss. Albedo's other hand rests on your other cheek as his thumb caresses your skin softly. Your own hands rests on his shoulder, slightly tightening your grip on it. The heat rises to your cheeks and ears as they color a soft red.
After a moment he pulls back, opening his eyes to look at yours. ''You're beautiful, on the inside and outside. And quite honestly, I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you are.'' Albedo whispers in your ear, planting a kiss on your cheek as he stands up straight.
Albedo kneels down a bit and scoops you up into his arms. ''You need some rest. If you'd like you can spend the night in my room.'' He asks. You nod before saying, ''I think that would be the best medicine right now for my wounds.'' You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder.
He carries you over to his room, gently putting you down onto the bed. Albedo sits down next to you on the edge of the bed, pushing some of the hairs out of your face. ''Whenever you are in danger, let me know. I'll always be there for you, whether it be at day or night. For someone as perfect as you I'm willing to risk it all.''
''I love you. I really do. This moment is something I've been dreaming of for the longest time.'' You murmur, giggling softly when you look at Albedo.
''I love you too, my darling.''
Albedo scoots in closer to you and lays down. He wraps his arms around your body and lets out a deep sigh of relief. He gives you a quick peck on the lips and before you know it, you drift to sleep in Albedo's arms.
Headcanons (SFW and NSFW) - Captain Price || MDNI!!
Character: Captain John Price, Call of Duty
Warnings: Some smut / adult content
Reader: Fem / AFAB
Words: 625
I'm currently in a COD brainrot since I started playing Modern Warfare and I just wanted to share my undying love for a man who could easily be my father, considering his age :P
It isn't too long, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless!
Enjoy!
SFW headcanons!
His favourite petnames for you are darling, love, sweetheart, doll and dove (i do not make the rules)
Price wakes up early in the morning so he makes the both of you coffee for when you wake up
Every weekend he makes you breakfast on bed, just because he can and thinks he has to spoil you every now and then to make sure you still feel loved and cared for.
He buys you a bouquet of flowers whether it's for an anniversary, feeling down or even when he wants to let you know you look gorgeous. He finds a reason every time to buy you flowers.
This man can COOK and he loves to do it for you. When he's cooking he'll always let you have the first taste to make sure it's to your liking.
Forehead kisses are his specialty and he knows you love it.
He loves burying his face in the crook of your neck, taking in the smell of your perfume as he tells you how you smell like a field of flowers
Texts and calls you for every little thing to let you know what he's doing, where he is and when he'll be home (he just wants you to know there's no one else who he could love the way he loves you)
ALWAYS brings you a little gift whenever he returns home from a mission
Whenever he's driving he will put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it every now and then just to feel you squirm under his touch, knowing you can't get enough of it either
Price can also not get enough of some simple cuddles on the couch as the two of you watch your favourite tv show, chuckles softly when you fall asleep while watching (happens like every time lol)
NSFW headcanons!
Price loves mating press and prone bone, mostly because he can be as close as possible to you in these positions
"You're taking me so well, love." and "use your words."
Will literally get a boner if you call him sir
His mouth techniques are GODLY
knows just how to drive you crazy by constantly edging and saying things like "show me how good you can be for me'' and ''I'll let you cum all over my face."
Grabs a handful of your hair when you're sucking his dick, he just needs to push you down even further and further
He'll call you over just to fuck you senseless on his desk
Can't forget the breeding. Price loves to fill you up until you canยดt take any more. The sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy is a sight he wants to see every time.
He loves it when you're all touchy during sex, and if you're not he will put your hands on his chest
Makes you cock warm him because if he could he'd literally want to be inside of you 24/7
Even though he's quite rough usually, from time to time he'll also enjoy just having slow, passionate sex as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear
Price will suprise you with a new lingerie set once in a while. He'll make you do a little show for him, just so he can see how the fabric hugs your breasts, hips and every other part of you
Aftercare is his forte, after pounding you into the bed he will tell you how proud he is, cigarette in one hand while using the other to stroke your hair. he will stay with you for however long you need it
He never forgets to take a warm bath with you, no matter how intense it was, he always wants to make sure you're all clean and feeling well
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Summary: Your loving boyfriend, Zack, has been away for a few days now. It's become unbearable for not only him, but also for you. Not being able to touch each other had more of an impact than both of you had anticipated.
Tags: 18+ content, modern AU (kind of)
Warnings: Dirty talk, masturbation, M!sub, phone sex
Words: 975 words
One day turned into two, two turned into three and so on. Every single day you had a spark of hope he would finally come back, but he didn't. Just like every other time.
Zack knew it upset you, but both of you understood that there wasn't anything either of you could do about it. Work was important as well. And as much as Zack would love to be with you, he couldn't. People were counting on him.
You zapped through the channels once more as you let out a heavy sigh. There wasn't anything interesting to watch on TV, and you weren't in the mood to go out either. All you could think about was your boyfriend.
You let the top part of your body rest against the headboard of the bed, being careful not to spill the freshly made breakfast on your lap. You made it the same way he would, hoping it would ease the loneliness you've been feeling the past few days.
Just as you were about to check your phone, it chimed softly. At first you expected it to be one of your best friends, but no, you read the name 'Zack <3' in big, bold letters.
You picked up your phone, and quickly unlocked it, not wanting to waste any more time. You immediately thought of the worst. He never really texted when he was out and about, usually he'd call you without asking if you're available first.
Zack <3: Hey, do u have time right now?
You: Sure, anything wrong?
Zack <3: No.. it's just, I need you really bad right now.
Without another warning, your phone's ringtone went off and once again you saw his name on your screen. You sat down upright, moving the phone away from your face to make sure everything was visible.
Zack <3: Like really bad.
You were greeted by his beautiful, flushed face. You could tell from the background that he was sitting in one of the bathroom stalls at his work. "Hey, are you okay? Your face is all red, babe?" You questioned, noticing how he was panting and everything.
"I need you so fucking bad, baby. I can't stand being without you." He replied as he unbuttoned his shirt while his gaze was completely focused on you. You knew exactly what he meant and quickly put aside the breakfast from your lap. You set your phone down on your nightstand and turned your body towards it, slowly lifting up your way too big t-shirt.
You could feel your whole body get more and more excited as you noticed Zack had pointed his camera at his boxers, showing how the fabric hugged around his large cock.
As soon as you had taken off your shirt, you immediately slid off your shorts and threw them on the floor. Your eyes trailed all over his body when he set down his phone, just like you did. His open shirt revealed his well-built body, but you just couldn't keep your gaze away from his lubed up dick.
"I need you to touch yourself.. please." Zack whimpered as he touched the tip of his cock, slowly letting his thumb rub over it. He threw his head back into the wall, already panting and moaning at every pump he made. "Shit.. I wish you were here to touch me. I'd be so good for you." He muttered, picking up the pace when he noticed how you were lost in all the pleasure. All you could think about was having his throbbing cock inside of you.
Zack's moans soon got more and more frequent, just like yours. "I want you so bad.. please.. please baby. I- I can't." He whimpered, trembling after every few thrusts into his hand. He was a mess. A mess just for you, to destroy whenever you pleased. That's exactly what he wants you to do, he wants to be edged until he can't talk properly.
You felt yourself getting closer, feeling a shiver go down your spine when you hit just the right spot. "You're such a good boy for me, Zack." You whispered as your eyes were glued to your boyfriend.
Oh how you wish you were the one touching him like that.
"I'm so close-" Zack panted, his eyes soon looking up at you, they were filled with tears of how good he felt. Just for you.
"Can you come for me, hm? Together with me?" He quickly nodded in response, his mouth wide open with drool dripping down from it.
He started thrusting faster into his hand, lubing it up even more with the precum that had already come out. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you felt yourself just on the edge to come.
"I'm gonna- ah!" Without being able to finish his sentence, Zack was shaking as he came all over his chest and shirt. It was only a matter of seconds before you came as well. Both of you were completely out of breath, a short silence as you came down from your high.
You chuckled softly as you looked over at your phone, seeing how Zack had completely destroyed himself in the process. "You were a great help, babe, but I think I should hurry back. They'll worry if I'm gone any longer." He laughed. Your heart simply warmed up at the sight of his bright smile. "That's okay. I love you. I hope you'll still be able to walk out of there." You teased, his face flushing a bright red as he picked up his phone. He shrugged it off with another laugh.
"I love you too, by the way." Zack quickly blew an air kiss towards his camera as a goodbye.
That was the last thing you heard before he hung up and you were left still aching for more.
A/N: Imagine Angeal putting a chastity device on Zack.. Here's some of my headcanons on this topic!
Angeal simply cares about Zack, nothing else, nothing more. He isn't interested in the boy at all, but using a chastity device is a way of gaining control over him.
It is a way of teaching the poor puppy some discipline. Angeal knew how Zack could be sometimes, so this was the perfect way to teach him a lesson or two.
All Zack has to do was show Angeal how well he can behave and listen. If he does well, it goes off. If not, it stays on until he does.
Zack has a hard time with it, though. He tries his best, really, but sometimes he completely forgets about what they had agreed on and fails to behave, which meant it stayed on for at least another day.
The first day was always the hardest. Zack would always struggle the most, thinking he'd have to keep it on for an eternity.
And even though he didn't admit it, Angeal found it entertaining to see Zack struggle so much.
When Zack does behave, it goes off and Angeal gives him a treat for doing so.
Angeal spoils Zack in all the right ways. He chokes him, gags him and ties him to the bed, giving Zack orgasm after orgasm until he's seeing stars.
Angeal isn't going to stop until he's satisfied, and he knows Zack will fully cooperate.
At the end, Zack will be left in a complete mess, barely being able to form any words. And even though he didn't always show it, Angeal knew Zack loved every single second of it.
It was sometimes even pathetic, that a 1st class SOLDIER like Zack, was enjoying getting controlled by his own mentor.
Sometimes Zack even misbehaved on purpose, just for the thrill of it. Angeal knew exactly what he was doing and wasn't pleased with it at all.
Other days, Zack would go above and beyond Angeal's expectations, just because he needed to get off so badly.
Zack would be trembling under Angeal's touch, moving his hips in sync with Angeal's movements.
He would be a moaning mess, his cheeks burning up as his hands had a tight grip on the bed.
Soft whimpers would leave his pretty mouth, throwing his head back into the pillow. All Zack could do was squirm as he was tied up with both hands and feet.
Zack would continuously beg for more, but Angeal wasn't going to give into that. It was purely for discipline, and that only.
When Angeal was satisfied, he unties Zack and leaves him there on the bed, looking completely ravished.
And when Angeal thought it was time again, he'd put the device on Zack again. The boy would sigh, but if it was what Angeal wanted, he'd let him.
Summary: Cloud was always the one to make you feel good, but now it was your turn.
Words: 1358
You sighed in annoyance, standing in front of Cloud, who was obviously tired and aching all over. But, he didnโt want to admit it. Just like any other time you asked him how he was doing, heโd always respond with, โfineโ and shrugged it off. You werenโt that naรฏve, though. You noticed right off the bat that he needed some relaxation, just some time to recover from the constant fighting.ย
โโLet me help you, okay?โโ You said, looking up at him with puppy eyes, begging for him to let you help him relax. โโI have something in mind, which I think could help you relax your muscles a bit.โโ A tiny smirk formed on your lips, causing Cloud to raise an eyebrow and shake his head in confusion. โโWell, what did you have in mind?โโ He asked, crossing his arms as he impatiently waited for you to answer. โโPromise me youโll listen to me?โโ
He nodded his head slowly, only getting more confused at your vague questions. โโSo, you know how youโre always the one that makes me feel good, right? How about we reverse the roles and lโll do the same to youโฆโโ The blondeโs eyes widened at your ridiculous offer, his cheeks burning up as he cleared his throat. โโYou know Iโd never do that.โโ He replied, rubbing his temples in frustration. It was clear that Cloud was completely overthrown by this question.
โโFine, I guess.โโย
Your eyes sparkled, grabbing Cloudโs hand as you pulled him towards the bed. You pushed him down onto the hard mattress, sitting on top of his lap with the biggest smile on your face. Without another word, you pushed your lips against his, both of you letting out soft moans into each otherโs mouth. You gave the boy one last kiss, before lifting your head up. You were out of breath, Cloud was heavily panting, just like you were. The two of you have had heavy make-out sessions before, but this one felt like it had been building up for a long time.ย
You pulled up your top, lifting it over your head and throwing it to the side. You did exactly the same with the skirt and your undergarments, leaving you in just your bra. Cloud got the hint and pulled off his shirt and pants, revealing a well-built body underneath all the fabric. Your eyes trailed from his pretty face, down to his chest and the bulge that was forming under the last piece of fabric. Your hand moved down to his erect dick, your slim fingers moving to the rim of his underwear, pulling it down to his legs with a bit of his help.ย
When your eyes met his, he avoided your gaze, his cheeks glowing a bright red hue. โโMay I?โโ You chuckled, wrapping your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue around his as you looked up at him. โโYesโฆโโ Cloudโs breathing sped up, twitching at the touch of your lips on his cock.ย
After taking it easy on the blonde, you sped up your movements, going down on his cock at a quick pace. Some soft whimpers started leaving Cloudโs mouth, his hand holding a gentle grip on the silky strands of your hair, tightening every time you swirled your tongue around him. โโS-Stop-โโ He muttered under his breath, making you stop what you were doing. You looked into his eyes as you spoke up, โโHm, what is it? You need to speak up.โโ You said sternly, wiping off the saliva from your mouth. โโStop what?โโย
โโI canโt go much longer like this.โโ Cloud covered his face, it was an even brighter red than before. โโHow about I start prepping you then, sounds good?โโ He quickly nodded without saying another word, he looked embarrassed, but deep down you knew how much he loved it when you took the lead and called shots.ย
You grabbed the lube from a small night stand next to the bed, as you opened the cap, the liquid came flowing out. You applied a generous amount on your fingers and some on his aching hole. Cloud shivered at the cold substance hitting his skin, turning his head away from you, which only made you even more excited. You rubbed two of your fingers on his hole covered in lube. Before pushing your fingers inside, you made quick eye contact with Cloud, making sure he was ready. In one swift motion, your fingers slipped inside, moving around easily with the lube. He groaned at the feeling, you could tell he wasnโt completely relaxed. โโHey, relax a bit. Let me take the lead.โโ Your other hand cupped his cheek reassuringly as you whispered those words into his ear.ย ย
It didnโt take much longer for him to fully relax and lean into your touch. You thrusted your fingers gently into him, curling them from time to time, which made Cloud whimper even more than before. He pushed his hips into you, creating friction between the two of you. His whimpers only grew louder as you sped up, hitting his sweet spot every time you curled your fingers.ย
He was already a mess, and the worst was yet to come.ย
After some time, you decided it was time for a bigger treat. You got up and grabbed the silicone strap-on from one of the drawers of the night stand. Cloudโs heart was racing as he looked at it, you had never done this before, but you wanted to give him the exact same pleasure he always gave you.ย
With a bit of struggle, you managed to put it on. You tightened the straps as you then lubed the entire thing up. The lube was spread nicely as you stroked it gently. โโOn your knees~โโ You mused, watching Cloud do as he was told.ย
As soon as he was on his knees, face down into the pillow, you pushed the silicone dick inside him. His back arched, earning you a loud moan mixed with heavy breathing and whimpering.ย
You slowly fucked him, the lube creating a squelching sound every time you pushed it further inside. It wasnโt halfway in yet, but he already looked ravished. He moaned loudly, whining when you pushed it in further and further. All you could do was watch his pretty face as you fucked him into the mattress. Even you were moaning, panting with every thrust you made.ย
You wrapped one of your arms around his chest, using the other to stroke his dick roughly. Your skin smacked against his plump ass, it was turning red from how you were pounding into him. Cloud stopped you for a moment, turning himself around as he then quickly signed you to continue. The smirk on your face was so obvious to the boy, it made him even more aroused than before.ย
Cloud wrapped both his legs around you, pushing you down into his needy ass even more. โโLook whoโs being a good boy for me, hm?โโ You said, kissing down his neck and chest, pampering him all over. His nails dug into your skin, leaving red trails down your back.ย
It wasnโt much longer until you noticed he was reaching his orgasm. Your hand wrapped around his cock once more, your thumb moving over his tip. You knew how sensitive he was there. Cloud moaned, throwing his head back into the pillow as he came all over you. Your chest was covered in cum, dripping down to your stomach and pussy.ย
โโLook at you. You really needed that.โโ You chuckled, scooping some liquid on your finger and licking it off. โโNo I didnโt.โโ He replied, getting up from the bed, but sitting back down right away. โโYou really went at it, huh.โโ He sighed, rubbing his back as he looked over at you. You crawled over to him, sitting down next to the blonde.ย
You woke up in a sweat, lying between your two โboyfriendsโ on the large bed that the three of you shared in Jotaroโs room. Your head was laying on Jotaroโs broad chest while Kakyoin had his arm wrapped around your waist in a suffocating embrace. Both of them seemed to be in a deep sleep and you decided that now was the time to put your escape plan into action.
Slowly you removed the red headโs arm from your waist and shimmied yourself off the bed slowly so as to not wake the two sleeping men, luckily for you they were both heavy sleepers so it wasnโt a difficult task. Creeping over to the bedside table where your phone sat, you quickly unlocked it shooting (F/N) a quick text, Plan is on, meet you at the school in twenty minutes. Their reply was almost instantaneous. Alright, see you then. โWow, they must have been really worried about me to stay up this lateโ you thought.
The relationship between you and the two men wasnโt always toxic. They used to be perfectly loving boyfriends who treated you like royalty. You were taken out on adventurous dates, brought thoughtful gifts and showered with love and attention. Although admittedly, it took Jotaro a bit more time to break down his walls and be comfortable with this he eventually warmed up and became just as loving as Kakyoin.ย
Lately though they had both changed. You didn't go out on dates anymore, opting to stay at Jotaroโs house where they both claimed โIt would be more fun anywayโ. Which turned into excuses as to why you shouldnโt leave the house altogether, and soon without even realising, you had moved in with them full time. โYare yare (Y/N) whatโs the point in leaving for groceries when we can just bring you anything you need?โ Jotaro said as if you had asked a ridiculous question. You didnโt question him, too afraid of his temper to say anything. He has never laid a finger on you before, but you werenโt about to take any chances. Kakyoin wasnโt much better, making you feel guilty for even suggesting to go outside alone.
โDo you not want to be around us (Y/N)? Trying to look for another man to replace us, huh?โ He pouted. You didnโt ask to go out again after that.
Truthfully you couldnโt take it anymore. You loved the two men of course and stayed out of loyalty more than anything, but they were extremely suffocating, and you needed to get out. It was taking a toll on your mental health. A few days ago you broke down in a phone call with (F/N) while Kakyoin and Jotaro were out of the house visiting Jotaroโs grandpa Joseph.ย
(F/N) was one of the only friends who stuck around during your forced isolation from the outside world. Together you both came up with a plan to escape from the two men in the middle of the night within the next week. It broke your heart to do it this way but you knew breaking up with them directly would be a bad idea so this was the only option you had left.
You creep downstairs into the kitchen to grab yourself being careful to be as quiet as possible and grab the keys for the front door off the kitchen counter. Peeping around to see if the coast was clear you make your way over to the front entrance and grab your black winter jacket from beside the door and youโre just about to put it on when you hear a gruff voice come from behind you.
โWhere do you think youโre going this late at night?โ Jotaro questions.
Your body goes rigid as you turn around to face the man in question looking at the unreadable expression on his face. โI was just going out for some fresh air for a few minutes and then come back to bed, I swear Jojoโ you said, holding your hands up defensively in front of you.ย
He sighs in annoyance โYare Yare, you know youโre not supposed to leave the house without at least one of us with you at all times there could be someone dangerous out thereโ.
โYes Jotaro I knowโ It was your turn to sigh now, all hopes of not being caught gone out the window.
Without being told to, you began walking back up the stairs, with Jotaro following close behind. The plan had already failed so you resigned yourself to trying again another time when the chance came. You yelp at the sudden feel of a gentle hand pressing against your lower back to help guide you back upstairs.
โWhatโs wrong?โ he asks with a raised eyebrow.
โN-Nothing Jojoโ you squeak out, turning your face away from him in an attempt to hide the fierce blush that coloured your face, you donโt know if youโll ever get rid of the shyness you feel from his affectionate touches.
You both reach the bedroom to find a worried looking Kakyoin whoโs wide awake waiting for your arrival back to bed. The minute he spots the two of you he smiles and opens his arms in invitation for a hug which you immediately accept.
โWhere did you head off to beautiful?โ Kakyoin asks stroking the back of your hair, โWe missed you in bed with us and got a bit of a fright when we woke up and seen you werenโt here with usโ
You were about to answer him until Jotaro spoke in your place, โShe wanted to go for a walk, said she needed fresh air or somethingโ.
You glared at him for speaking as if you were not there and a remark was about to leave your mouth until again you were interrupted, by Kakyoin this time. โAh (Y/N) you know we canโt protect you from danger if weโre not out there with you right?, weโd be heartbroken if something happened to you and we couldnโt stop itโ He seemed to upset himself with his own words as his grip on you tightened while speaking, nearly leaving you breathless.
Jotaro nodded in agreement and walked over to the bed pulling you into his lap as he sat down. You couldn't help but snuggle into his hold, the lingering scent of cologne making you relax and hum happily. You look up at the stoic man and bring your lips up to meet him in a passionate kiss which he eagerly accepts, moving your lips together in sync he lets out a happy hum. You break away from the kiss and look up to see a slight flush on Jojoโs faceย
โCan I have a kiss too sweetheart?โ Kakyoin asks from beside you, rubbing his hand lightly down your back.
You nod vigorously, quickly reaching over to your other boyfriend and giving him the same treatment as Jojo. Kakyoin's kisses were softer than Jotaroโs more gentle and romantic. He held your face in his hands as if it were made of glass that could easily shatter.
After stopping the kiss he pulls your head into his shoulder, holding your head there tightly so you are unable to move. You had no choice but to soak in the warmth his body had to offer.
Suddenly your phone goes off with a loud ping, indicating that you had received a text message. Your eyes widened in surprise, shit the plan, you had almost forgotten. โNo no no, (F/N) wasnโt supposed to text me, now theyโre definitely gonna find out I tried to escapeโ You panicked inwardly.
Youโre about to yank yourself away from Kakyoinโs tight grip on your body and grab your phone before they could see who had messaged you but unfortunately, Jotaro was quicker, he had already snatched your phone from the bedside table before you even had the chance to fully break out of Kakyoinโs hold and was already reading the text message from (F/N).
He analyses the phone for a few seconds before speaking. โAre you okay? You were supposed to meet me at the school gates twenty minutes ago, Did they catch you?โ Jotaro quotes from the message trying but failing to contain his anger. He gives you a fierce look and without warning he crushes your phone with his bare hands, shattering it along with your hopes of a successful escape in the near future.
Kakyoin frowns at this, his delicate features turning into an unpleasant look. โWere you trying to leave us (Y/N)?โ He said in a disappointed tone. It makes your skin crawl. A disappointed Kakyoin was always a lot harder to deal with than an angry one. He has a way of making you feel guilty where your stomach would crawl in shame, even though the rational part of you knew that it wasnโt right.
You look up and catch Jotaroโs gaze and see a hint of rare emotion in his eyes . He actually looks hurt that you tried to leave them? You let out an involuntary whimper of guilt for hurting both your boyfriends feelings. โIโm sorry Nori, Jojoโ You say rushing over to give the taller man a hug. โI swear I was gonna come back, I just wanted to go out for a little bit and see (F/N) I havenโt seen them in weeksโ.Jotaro sighs from above you, beginning to rub soothing circles on your back to calm you down. He was incredibly angry that you tried to leave but he couldn't stand to see you upset and never wanted you to be afraid of him like everyone else was.
โJust please donโt do it again (Y/N), we wouldโve freaked out if something happened to you next time just talk to us and weโll be happy to bring you where you want to goโ spoke Kakyoin, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, a cheery smile returning to his face.
You nod your head slowly, eyelids beginning to droop in exhaustion as the adrenaline from earlier began to wear off and tiredness set in. Seeing this, Jotaro gently picked you up and placed you in the middle of the bed, joining you on your left side with Kakyoin laying down on your right side, keeping you pressed tightly against the two of them.
โOh (Y/N)? One more thing before you go to sleepโ The redhead spoke seriously next to you.
โWhat is it?โ You mumbled out in your tired state.
โIf you ever try to escape us again, weโll break your legsโ
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Warnings: angst, Hanahaki disease, mentions of blood/death
Summary: Your unrequited feelings for Cloud were weighing heavily on you. You were suffering not only emotionally, but also physically, to the point of death.
WC: 976 words
You've been extremely frustrated during the last few days. Your hands were entangled in the silky strands of your hair, to the point you were tearing hairs from your scalp.
For years, you've had feelings for Cloud, but you knew without asking him, that those feelings weren't mutual.
Every single person you told about your troubles, all advised you to confront Cloud about it. But, you weren't going to do that. What point was there in doing so? He had made it very clear to everyone around him, that he wasn't interested in relationships and all that.
You tried to push yourself past these feelings with every last ounce of energy you had, but it was harder than you had expected. Every time you tried to look the boy in the eyes, you felt like throwing up. And because of that, you had decided to try to avoid him at all costs.
And just like any other day, you found yourself sitting at the bar of Seventh Heaven with tears pooled at the brim of your eyes. Just the thought of Cloud made your heart break into a million pieces, but luckily, Tifa was there for you to take your mind off of things.
''Hey, cheer up! Don't stress it too much, okay?'' You heard Tifa's voice yell from the other side of the room. Tifa's ability to sense how you were feeling from such a distance shocked you. You nodded, biting on your bottom lip as you muttered out a soft 'yeah'.
Tifa walked up to you, lifting your head up a bit as she wiped the tears from your cheeks. ''You know, maybe Cloud does share your feelings. He'd prefer it if you told him instead of keeping it to yourself.'' She remarked as she softly patted your back.
''I don't know, you know how he is. He probably doesn't want to hear me whining to him about my feelings.'' You replied, heaving heavily as you picked up the glass of whiskey in front of you. You gulped the final bit in one go, coughing as a result of the scorching sensation in your throat.
''Well, I need to go out for a bit. Don't do anything stupid, okay?'' Tifa chuckled, waving you goodbye as she hurried slowly towards the door.
As soon as you heard the door fall shut behind you, you ran to the toilets. Your head was dangling over the toilet, spewing blood-tinged petals out of your mouth. You felt sick to your stomach. Not just when you saw him, but even if you thought about him for just a second.
The petals covered in blood were floating in the toilet, the sight making you throw up even more. This feeling was crushing you on the in- and outside. Just a few weeks ago, you started throwing up the petals out of the blue. When you searched up what this meant, you found yourself reading all about the 'Hanahaki disease'.
Unrequited love.
Once you read this, you knew for sure, that Cloud didn't feel the same. Everyone tried to reassure you that it was just all in your head, but it didn't change the way you felt.
Your train of thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
''It's me. You okay in there?''
You could recognize this voice anywhere. It was Cloud. Of course it had to be him.
''I'm okay, just feeling a little sick today.''
Lies.
''Can I come in?'' He asked, his voice genuinely sounding worried this time. You heard him turning the knob to open the door that you had locked, your eyes widened as tears started streaming down your face. What were you going to say now? Just ask him to go away?
You stayed quiet, not knowing how to reply.
''Are you sure you're okay?''
Again, you stayed quiet.
You quickly wiped the blood and tears away from your face, rubbing your eyes profusely, before unlocking the door for Cloud. His eyes pierced right through you, even though you weren't looking him in the eyes. You held your breath, trying not to throw up again. It was a nightmare, thinking about Cloud seeing you throw up those petals and having to explain what's going on.
''Have you... been crying?'' He furrowed his brows, stepping closer to you, pushing some strands out of your face as you looked down at the floor. ''And what's that in the toilet? Flower petals?''
Your eyes shot up at him, your heart skipping a beat when you realized you had forgotten to hide the evidence.
''It's nothing, don't worry about it.'' You mumbled, slapping his hand away as you quickly flushed down the blood with petals. You didn't turn around as you wanted to avoid any eye contact.
''Hanahaki disease, right?''
Your chest started to hurt even more, making you pant heavily as you thought about all the possible outcomes of this.
Before you could even think of another reply, you felt his warm hands grab you and turn you around. You felt like dying.
You squeezed your eyes shut, holding tightly onto the fabric of your shirt. And to your surprise, you felt his soft and gentle lips against your own. You opened your eyes slightly to look at Cloud with his eyes shut, kissing you passionately. You were frozen in your place.
He pulled his lips away, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands as she sighed. ''I've seen you throw up those petals before.''
''How?''
That was all you could get out right now.
''Were you that sure that my feelings weren't mutual?''
''Yes, you said last time that you weren't interested in any kind of relationship.''
He placed another kiss on your forehead, his face stoic as ever. You chuckled at the sight, Cloud hadn't changed one bit.
Warnings: smut, make-out sessions, eating you out, passionate fucking
Word count: 1777 words
Summary: Zen's birthday was coming up and you knew he wouldn't be home because of work. So, you decide to celebrate it early and spoil him in ways you never have.
Today was a pretty.. dull day. As usual, Zen was out working again for a big role that he had in a upcoming musical. Every day he was rehearsing for hours on end and leaving early in the morning to go to set, which meant, that you were alone the entire day with nothing to do. Well, besides grocery shopping and taking care of household chores. You didn't want to burden Zen with chores after work, he was absolutely wrecked every time he came back from rehearsing.
With Zen's birthday coming up soon and his busy schedule, things were quite difficult when it came to organizing a celebration party. But you were determined to surprise him anyway.
You had prepared everything the day before when he was already sleeping. You decided to make him a nice dinner first with some romantic lights and a small gift to begin with.
Big plans were up ahead though for the evening. You had bought lingerie, blindfolds, cuffs and many more. It was going to be his night and all the choices would be up to him. Both you and Zen wanted more spice, more intimate moments with each other, but there was never time to do so. If it did happen, it only consisted of a heavy make-out session.
Hours passed in what only felt like minutes, and there you were, sitting in a charming dress at the dinner table with a nice meal for the two of you. All the lights were dimmed and replaced with candles and petals of a rose scattered all over the floor, the table, and the bed as well.
You waited anxiously, tapping your foot on the floor, the clacking of your heels echoing throughout the entire room. Your nerves were making you heat up and sweat.
After more minutes had passed, you started wondering if he'd even get home in time. Otherwise, you would have to eat this entire meal yourself, which would be horribly disappointing.
Then, as you heard the door open and Zen's voice filling the room, you finally got your redeeming answer. Your eyes immediately lit up, pushing your chair back as you ran over to him. He looked quite surprised by the entire scenery you had set up.
You flew into his arms, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. You could smell the cologne he had put on earlier, and it smelled like heaven. Zen knows what looks good, which cologne smells good, and how to put his outfits together.
Every day, you realize just how lucky you actually are.
''Did you prepare all of this just for me, darling?''
Zen kissed your forehead, cupping your cheeks gently as he looked into your eyes. ''Yesโฆ I wanted to celebrate your birthday, despite knowing how tight your schedule is.''
In response, Zen chuckled, taking a lock of your hair as he twirled it around his finger. He leaned down, and to your surprise, he smelled it a bit before releasing the strand of hair. ''You used special shampoo, didn't you?'' He asked, your cheeks were flushed as the words fell from his lips.
You nodded slightly, fumbling with the fabric of your dress. You lifted your head and looked Zen dead in the eyes. ''I know you like this shampoo, so I used it again to make sure I smell good.''
''Oh! I cooked us a meal. Let's go eat before it goes cold.'' You took your lover's hand and took him to your dining room. Zen gasped, his eyes sparkling at the sight. ''It looks delicious.''
''I'm glad.'' You replied, sighing of relief as you sat down in front of Zen.
The two of you ate your meal, having small and fun conversations in between. A lot of laughs were shared and as soon as both of you finished your plate, you were out of breath. Your cheeks hurt from laughing so much and smiling the entire time.
''Now that dinner is over, I have another surprise. I'll be right back.'' A grin formed on your lips, waving at Zen as he stared at you, completely astonished.
It didn't take you too long to put the lingerie on. You took a deep breath, pushing the door open as you stood at the entrance of your bedroom door. Zen noticed you had finished up, his eyes widened once they fell on the lingerie that you wore.
''Wowโฆ You look so hot.'' Zen said, drool practically leaking from his mouth like he was an animal watching his prey.
''This is going to be a long night, hun.'' He smirked as he made his way over to you, putting his arms around you and pulling you up into his firm grip. In bridal style, he took you to the bedroom, placing you down gently onto the mattress.
As he was hovering over you, he pulled his shirt off right away, throwing it to the side. So did he with his pants. The only thing left were his boxers.
Your heart started racing when you saw Zen lean down and push his lips onto yours. The soft touch and taste of your cherry lip gloss were sending you all the way to cloud 9.
The two of you ended up in a heavy make-out session. Zen was hungrily touching you, his hands slithering from your thighs up to your breasts. His lips were pulled away from you. He pulled the top from your lingerie down and moved his mouth down to your breasts, sucking on your nipples while rubbing your thighs in all the right ways.
You were moving into his touch, completely in ecstasy. Your soft moans filled the room as Zen continued to engulf himself in what's his. Every inch of your body felt like it was tingling. He knew how to touch you, make you feel good and make you unable to speak.
After what felt like an hour, he lifted his head up, heavy panting, as he undid the tie from his hair. His silver locks slid over his shoulder and tickled your skin when it made contact.
"God, you look so captivating like this, Zen.'' You said, your eyes moving from his deep, red orbs to his well-built body. Your heart was beating out of your chest the longer you kept staring at him.
Zen grinned, running his hand through his hair. "Says you, hun." He simply replied, before opening his mouth again. "You look like you need some ravishing, hm?" Your eyes widened, nodding at the remark he just made.
Without another word, he pulled down the lingerie, the fabric hanging around your legs. You slid your feet through the opening, throwing it to the side after, which now left you completely naked.
Zen's expression told you enough about how desperately he wantedโฆ no, needed you.
He pulled you down, making you lay down at the edge of the bed as he slung your legs over his shoulders. Zen wasn't giving you any time to prepare, within seconds his mouth was hovering over your wet pussy. His hot breath against it made you whimper softly, you couldn't wait to feel him inside you once again.
As you were about to plead to your boyfriend about how much you were aching for him, he had already plunged his tongue inside you. A shiver made your body wriggle around, wanting to create a friction between you two to enhance that feeling.
"P-Please Zenโฆ" You managed to mumble out in between your whines and moans, you lifted your head to take a quick look at Zen. You noticed his bright red orbs looking up at you, all while he was working his tongue in and around your pussy.
He moved his mouth away from you, wiping off all the juices that were practically leaking out of you. "What is it baby, hm? Use your words." Zen chuckled, kissing the insides of your legs as he slowly moved up. He kissed your belly, your breasts, shoulder and lastly one quick kiss on the lips.
"I can't wait any longer." You were panting, digging your nails into his back, which would surely leave some marks behind. "Oh darling, I could easily tell by the way you were moving your hips into me just now." Zen replied, shortly after he removed his boxers, "You're in luck today. I've been aching for you all day." He hovered over you, pressing the tip against your entrance.
You could see a grin forming on your boyfriend's face as he continued sliding it over your pussy, spreading your juices everywhere. "I don't even need lube. You really can't wait, huhโฆ"
And before you could answer that, he pushed himself inside of you. His shaft was sliding easily all the way into you. You held your breath as he continued pushing it in. Sometimes you'd forget just how big he was. "Ah Zen, please be gentle~" You asked, finally exhaling when he stopped. Zen nodded at you, starting to thrust into you at a slow and steady pace.
You were a mess. You were moaning all over the place and whining every time you felt him thrust all the way inside you. Zen was groaning, sweating and cursing words about how much he missed you and your body. Your pussy was throbbing, it felt as if you were already approaching your orgasm.
"Hm I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. Do you want to cum, baby?" Zen rubbed his thumb on your cheek in small circles, picking up the pace a bit when he saw you quickly nod at him in response.
Zen moaned as he let his head rest on your shoulder. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as you whimpered, your orgasm edging closer and closer.
It didn't take much longer for both of you to reach your high, Zen pushed his cock all the way inside as he let his load flow inside you. Zen let his body lay on top of yours while the two of you were both panting profusely. His thumb rubbed over your red-hued cheeks once again as he placed a delicate kiss on your neck.
ยดยดDo you still want the actual dessert?'' You contemplated, letting your arms hang loosely around his neck.
''Save it up for tomorrow. We have to catch up first. hm?'' Zen pondered as he rolled over onto his back. He invited you to cuddle with him by patting the empty spot beside him.
You simply did so without exchanging another word. It was only a few minutes later that both you and Zen had fallen into a deep slumber.
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This is a hard question, but I'll try my best to answer them!
5 things I love:
I genuinely love knitting, as weird as it may sound. I like being creative with my hands, and my mom introduced it to me. I've made beanies and scarfs since!
In 2019, I started cosplaying for the first time. At first, I wasn't too happy with my cosplays, but now I love doing it from time to time. I enjoy being able to completely transform myself into a character I like.
I love old, vintage clothes. It makes me feel like I live in a small cottage in the forests. (if I disappear, I'm living my cottage core dream)
ANIMALS! (except for insects n shit) I have a dog, cat and two bunnies. So I think it's clear that I like animals he-he
Just music, honestly. I feel so relaxed and calm when I listen to music. Whether it's metal or lofi. I enjoy listening to different genres and discovering more artists/songs.
When the two of you are baking, he tends to be a bit goofy.
You like to take the lead and do most of the mixing, but Gojo always wants to try and take a quick taste.
If you see him sneakily trying to put his finger into the mix, you slap his hand away and look him dead in the eye, at which Gojo, will chuckle and act like he was reaching for something else.
You brush it off and continue doing your thing, but knowing Gojo, he won't stop budging you.
Gojo rests his chin on your shoulder, watching as you do what you love to do.
Whenever you ask him to mix something or get an ingredient for you, his face just seems empty. If it was real, you could see a big question mark floating above his head.
Baking neither cooking are Gojo's thing, he can't even cook an egg.
When you've baked a cake or anything else, Gojo immediately dives in. His eyes sparkle as he runs around like a little kid as soon as he has taken the first bite.
He likes to joke around and tell you in a funny voice how you could be a professional baker and how you should be famous for your creations.
Baking with Gojo always is another experience.
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Yuji and you always do everything together.
When the two of you are baking you can see the biggest smile on Yuji's face, nothing in that moment could wipe that off of his face.
When you two bake together, it's guaranteed that it will be messy.
You don't mind, though. Seeing him being so goofy and messing around with the flour or eggs makes you giggle.
He likes to think it's a competition who can do it better, he's always determined to make something that will suprise you.
The faintest blush can be seen rising up on his cheeks when he sees your eyes widen as you taste the golden brown deliciousness in front of you. Yuji especially feels proud of himself once you tell him he should make it more often.
Every saturday it's a tradition you make muffins, it's your favourite pastime.
Yuji loves to spoil and pamper you, he likes to do all the mixing because he doesn't want you to get hurt or tired from doing all the work. No matter how much you tell him it's okay, he always insists on doing the hard work for you.
When you've finished mixing everything together, Yuji is always the one to taste test and tell you if there's anything you should add to it.
He always stands in front of the oven, watching the mixture rise and the smell finding it's way to his nose. He smiles brightly as he tells you with the most adorable voice ever that it smells 'heavenly'.
You'll never get tired of baking with Yuji. It really lifts your spirits, even if you've had a bad day.
Megumi is a bit hesistant when it comes to baking. He isn't the best at it, but he likes to try, just because it's you that's asking.
He continuously asks for reassurance, because he doesn't want to mess up. Especially since he knows how much you love it when whatever you have baked turned out perfectly.
Even though there's silence between the two of you, you enjoy his pressence and seeing him try so hard. That's all that matters to you honestly.
You always have this tradition that Megumi is always the first to taste everything when it's done. His opinion matters more than your own.
Megumi goes shopping for you to get whatever ingredients you need, even when you insist on doing it instead.
Baking is something he started to enjoy once he did it a lot more often with you. You always gave him some recipes and days later you would see him back in the kitchen using those same recipes to bake something for you.
When people ask Megumi about something he's eating and it's something you made, he always blushes and smiles just a tad bit when he explains you made it.
Megumi is someone who learns really fast, a lot of things you had to do many times to master, he did it in a few attempts.
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My face scrunched up as I swallowed another shot of vodka, the burning sensation in my throat making my eyes water. My friend slapped my back as she softly chuckled at me.
"You good?" she asked, putting the cap back on the bottle. "That's disgusting." I forced a sarcastic smile onto my face. "well we need to make sure you're tipsy when the guests arrive. that will make your conversations a little smoother." she said with a smirk on her face.
I am very socially awkward. Parties are not my thing. But it's y/f/n birthday today and she had a big celebration in mind. She had met some special people in a bar a few days ago, from a band named Greta van Fleet. They had promised to come by and for that reason I was now also obliged to be present. Somehow y/f/n was convinced she could pair me up with one of the guys.
"You do the talking, I'll sit in a corner with a cup of water." I said, getting up from the couch and smoothing my skirt. "Will there be anyone I know? besides those guys of yours." "Yes, people will be arriving soon."
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom while I still can." she gave a lopsided grin as I disappeared around the corner and walked up the stairs to the bathroom.
-
A soft huff left my mouth as I looked at myself, my hands gripping the cupboard placed in front of the large mirror. The lighting didn't do me justice. I wiped the small smear of mascara on my eyelid with my pinky finger.
I could hear the doorbell ringing followed by enthusiastic loud greetings. My hand turned the lock on the door. "Be spontaneous," I whispered to myself as I walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs.
"Hi there y/n, long time no see!" said an acquaintance as soon as I set foot in the room. "Hey, how have you been?" I answered as I sat down next to her. The corner of her mouth quirked up, "I have a pulse, so I must be doing okay." Smiling at her response I brought my glass of soda to my mouth and took a sip, my gaze landing on y/f/n who was now standing at the door again.
As the door opened a little more I could see her receive a bouquet of roses and a bottle of wine from a guy with curly hair. He had a great smile, truly beaming as he set foot into the house. He didn't come alone though, 3 other boys came in after him.
"This must be the band." I thought to myself as I tried to not make it too obvious that I was scanning every inch of them as they walked into the living area where we were sitting.
y/f/n already showed me pictures and told me their names, no introduction needed. Jake was the most handsome one for sure.
I reached for my glass and took a big gulp as my eyes wander from his jawline to his chest, which was partly visible because of the low-cut v-neck shirt he was wearing. Beautiful necklaces adorn his bare skin.
-
As the evening went on, people began to get tipsy. Music is playing in the background.
"I love this song!" said y/f/n as she jumped up and turned up the music. "Dance with me y/n." she winked at me as she took my drink from my hands and set it on the table before gently tugging on my now empty hand.
"I'm way too sober for this." I muttered as I slowly stood up. "Oh come on." she said as she pulled me close and placed her hands on my hips before rocking to the music.
I closed my eyes and relaxed into the movement. More people got up and danced with us. sounds of laughter filling the room, some people singing the lyrics to the song.
Although I was already singing incredibly softly, my voice went almost completely silent as I made eye contact with Jake who was still sitting on the couch with a smile plastered on his face.
as the song ended I decided I needed a stronger drink. I excused myself from y/f/n before walking to the kitchen.
As I stood there contemplating whether I should go for vodka or whiskey I could hear someone approaching. "Hey, I don't think I've introduced myself to you yet." Jake's raspy voice echoed across the room. "No, you haven't, Jake, right?" "Yes, what's your name?" "y/n" I said as I picked up the vodka bottle before putting it back down.
"You want me to make a decision for you y/n?" My insides tingled when he said my name. A grin on his face as he grabbed a glass and poured me a drink.
I didn't bother to respond, I was so caught up staring at his hands. My own hands trembling, accepting the glass he now held out to me. "There you go." he said with a smile on his face.
"Thanks" I said so soft it was barely audible. I took a sip, not ready to break eye contact with him just yet."Is it good darling?" he asked me causing me to almost choke. looking straight to the ground.
"It is, I'm gonna go back now" I said as I quickly started walking back to the living room. I could feel my face heating up.
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Oh god, I was far gone. My sight was slightly blurry as I danced around, occasionally taking a break to take another sip of whatever it was that I was drinking.
I closed my eyes and rocked from side to side when suddenly my arms were tugged at. My eyes shot open, meeting Jakes. Those brown eyes were as polished amber in the first rays of dawn.
He put my arms around his neck and put his hands on the crook of my back. "You're a beautiful girl y/n." "You must be really drunk" I giggled as I looked away. "Yes I am, so are you. Tomorrow we'll both be sober, but you'll still be beautiful" he whispered in my ear. My eyes going wide.
"You'll forget about me in the morning" I whispered back. "I won't, y/f/n already gave me your number." he said chuckling. My mouth falling open. Oh how I hoped he'd remember me.
