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Tags: dom!Pantalone x brat!Reader, bondage, overstimulation, teasing, begging, semi-public, established relationship, he calls you slut once, unconventional use of rings
Words: 1184
While he prefers you fully submitting before him he doesnât mind if you fight back a little, because even if you resist and tease you both know whoâs going to end up railed against the nearest hard surface and itâs not The Regrator.Â
However whenever he has his business partners over at his mansion he wonât tolerate any teasing from you whatsoever. This message was honestly quite poorly translated to you and he should have been clearer because on nights where you're dining with the guests you cannot help but subtly hint towards the Harbinger what you truly desired to sate your appetite and it wasnât the gourmet feast in front of you.
The subtle hints ranged from accidentally bumping against him to rubbing any part of your body against him under the table. If not for the snowy embroidered tablecloth there would certainly be a scandal within Snezhnaya. You could feel yourself heat up as his fiery glare would capture you for one moment before he continued his conversation with the guest. He was very good at hiding his situation though you knew him well as you watched him tense and curl his fingers every now and then. Fingers that should have been deep inside of you had this meeting been postponed. Of course he wouldnât postpone it but if he wasnât willing to delay the business meeting why should you behave?Â
It wasnât until you were seeing the guests off that you realised how much trouble you were in. His large gloved hand dug into the curves of your hip as he pulled you against him as if you could outrun the 9th Fatui Harbinger.Â
âAre you that scared Iâll run away from you?â You looked up taunting him with a smirk. To the guests you were simply a picture perfect couple as you held onto his arm. Little did they know that your other arm had been tracing slow circles against his lower back. HIs fur coat offered him little protection against the ministrations of your sharp nails.Â
His voice was velvety like dark chocolate, the deep rumble resonating through the halls as you melted against him. âItâs too late to run, my little snow dove.â His glasses flashed dangerously as he held you closer. âItâs finally time for your punishment.âÂ
You had tried to run, there really was an attempt but that only resulted in him pinning you against the corridor wall.Â
âN-not here.â You muttered against his waistcoat, pushing against him. What if a servant happened upon your naked form, pinned beneath the body of the Regrator?Â
âOh?â His smirk sent shivers down your back as you glanced up at the hunter who had trapped his prey. âHere I thought you enjoyed the public attention especially with your antics at dinner.â
âI-Ah!â was the only sound you could make before he had deftly tied your wrists together.
Pantalone was a sadistic one, watching your hips buck desperately against the air. You refused to beg, but you were beginning to near your limit. Your body was so sensitive to every sinful touch of his and tears of frustration were beginning to fall. Every time you neared that sweet sweet release, heâd withdraw his fingers, suddenly interested in the soft skin of your neck, the soft curve of your breasts, everywhere except where your body craved him. Every hickey roughly taken but not rough enough to bring you to heavenly rapture.Â
Time no longer existed. You had lost count of the amount of times you had been brought so close to that delicious release only to feel his fingers retreat from within you. His fingers would dance dangerously close to your clit, only to move and trace soft circles against your thighs.Â
âMy dove, you know what you need to do.â He licked his lips watching your tears fall. You almost fell into a haze staring at that swift tongue that should have been deep inside you by now. Grinding softly against his clothed knee only to whine when he removed it, you were seriously considering begging. You were searing hot yet you needed more. Your breath only grew harsher as he allowed you once more to grind against his knee, leaving a dark wet stain against the expensive silk as you could only pathetically whimper.Â
âP-please.â You whispered. âPlease.â He kissed your neck with the gentleness that a sadist shouldnât have possessed. A little taste of heaven before you realised your body was at the mercy of the devil.Â
âI canât hear you dove.â
Biting your lip, your doe eyes begged up at the Harbinger. âPlease! Please fuck me!âÂ
That was the last coherent sentence you spoke that night as he proceeded to slam his dick into you. It was pure ecstasy as you cried out. Your legs desperately hooking around him as if that would steady you against his brutal pace.
âMore, more, more!â You begged as he growled harshly against your ear.Â
Later you would grow to regret those words as he effortlessly tore orgasm after orgasm out of your trembling body. Slamming his thick cock into your pulsing wet pussy over and over again. The world began to fade away leaving behind nothing but your fucked out body.Â
He loved the way you babbled incoherently, shivering in utter bliss, pain turned pleasure as if your body couldnât help but milk out every precious drop of his seed. The way you mewled for more before crying out that you couldnât cum anymore. But he was a businessman and he always knew how to maximise his profits.Â
âLiar.â He chuckled, enjoying the way your pussy tightened again. Capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, your tears stained his cheeks.Â
You slumped against the wall as he finally let you sink to your knees. Through your satisfied fucked out haze you watched him take off his studded rings, reaching inside his coat for something else. You were about to fall asleep against the wall until you felt him harshly grip your chin.Â
âMy snow dove, did you think it was over?â Before you could even process your impeding torture, you felt his fingers slip back between your folds. You hissed as you felt the cold metal against your sensitive heated core. Through your delicate lashes you could make out through the darkness the shimmery silver of his ring bands. You cried out once more as you felt his wedding band press against a certain bundle of nerves, rubbing along it back and forth until your legs started trembling from the pleasure.Â
âLetâs see how much more you can take.â As if to emphasise his point he curls his ring ribbed fingers, whilst his thumb coaxed out another sharp thrust from your hips.Â
You could hear him tutting above you as the moonlight flickered dangerously across his half moon glasses.Â
âSoaking my gloves⊠what a naughty slut. I suppose Iâll have to punish you some moreâŠâÂ
Needless to say you wouldnât be teasing him at his dinner parties any time soon, that is until you regained the ability to walk again.Â
Tags: Pantalone/Regrator x Reader, Yandere, Dark Themes
Words: 547
A/N: I wrote this as soon as the trailer dropped. Might not be accurate to canon when that gets revealed but have fun!
Heâs a busy man but will try his best to make time for you. Though being a Fatui Harbinger as well as being in charge of the countryâs economics meant that your meetings were few and between. However, that never stopped him from sending you letter after letter, gift after gift. Youâd receive sweet concise words alongside the most expensive gifts money could buy. If he could, the Regrator always found a way to express his love to you.Â
Heâs extremely protective of you, keeping you like a bird in a crystal cage within his elegant snowy mansion. Every need of yours is met and more.Â
You never knew that you needed your own private hot springs let alone attendants and personal chef.Â
Due to all of this love bombing you would have never picked up on his much darker side that he keeps hidden away. Not when your lovely boyfriend/husband would treat you like a princess. Who wouldnât be grateful for all the gifts and attention that you received. He even managed to win the hearts of your friends and family and scare away your enemies.Â
Whenever there is a big social event whether for making deals with his business partners or just a social gathering for the Snezhnaya he loves to take you out to show you off. There was never a ball where you wore the same dress, he would never allow that. Only the best for his snowdrop. There was a part of him that loved the way people couldnât get enough of your appearance. Many were curious about the elusive woman that had captured the heart of this Fatui Harbinger which only added to the admiration whenever you would be seen in public.Â
You cannot convince me that this man wouldnât become a yandere. Whether from being protective because the Harbinger has a lot of enemies or because he likes to own and keep things. Eventually perhaps he would simply view you as a beautiful item rather than a person. A delicate sculpture added to his collection except you were utterly priceless within his eyes.Â
If by chance you decide to fight against him, heâll have no issues locking you away beneath the mansion until you learn to behave and be grateful for all the luxuries heâs bestowed upon you. Especially if you came from a poorer background. After all if he had someone like that when he was crawling around in the streets he certainly wouldnât be so ungrateful.Â
The Regrator would pamper you and treat you like a princess. You were his beloved and he would not let you go through any hardship. Although that doesnât stop him from punishing you should you misbehave. Depending on the severity of what youâve done changes the punishments but he would never do anything that he couldnât reasonably justify.
Heâs an extremely hard to read yandere. His flawless smile always hides away his true thoughts and feelings. You couldnât tell a lie from a truth with him and honestly who could blame you. This man was a ruthless businessman, manipulating his darling was simply childâs play. Thereâs absolutely no hope of escaping. How could you when he has his contacts across the entirety of Teyvat? But also why would you want to escape?
When You First Called My Name (Xiao x Reader) (GN)
Tags: Xiao x Reader, lots of pining, comfort, Xiao takes care of you, the romantic tension could be cut with a knife, Xiao doesnât understand emotions/feelings/mortals, reader is gender neutral,
Summary: Xiao gets lost in his memories of when you first called his name. He recounts finding you in the rain and how you made his heart feel alive again. It was a moment to remember for the both of you. The only conclusion he could draw is that he wanted to be with you for as long as he could.Â
Words: 1567
The winds never changed as they flowed through his teal locks. His feet dangled over the edge of the Adeptus Gate that you had built for him. It had been a few months since they first met. The adeptus found you in every fleeting shadow. Xiao recalled the moment you became a ghost in his daydreams, haunting him every moment you were apart.
Your body was wet with rain, his name barely escaped your lips as the looming shadows surrounded your near unconscious body. He remembered the way his heart lurched painfully as he dispatched all the surrounding enemies with murderous precision.
âYouâŠcameâŠâ Your voice had caught him off guard, but undeterred Xiao rushed to your side, cradling you against him. You were so cold in his arms. You should have trembled, shook, anything yet the only sign of life you delivered him was your soft breath, condensation against the light drizzle of raindrops.
âYou idiot.â Were the last words you heard before succumbing into the darkness. Though you did not make use of his promise, you were glad that this was the moment that you had decided to ask for his help. His golden eyes pooled with concern as he clutched your rain-soaked body against his white shirt.
âIâm taking you to Wangshu Innâ His voice was heavy with emotion, the words sorrowful as they barely escaped his frown. It was a simple sentence that held the weight of his world. Peering up at him through muddied lashes, you couldnât help but smile. He was so gentle, a side that not many had the pleasure of knowing. It wasnât nearly your time to go but if this were the last thing you saw, your one regret would be the reason he was frowning at you. It was different to the one he usually liked to wear. The frown that was meant to keep everyone at armâs length and no closer.
Though Adepti didnât need to sleep, some partook in it for pleasure while others viewed it as another form of meditation. Protecting the lands surrounding the inn naturally earned the respect of its inhabitants. Xiao never cared much for the gifts in exchange for his protection, it was his duty. Yet now more than ever he was grateful for the spare room that Huaiâan had reserved for him.
His hands trembled as he lay your still body against the silk flower mattress. Xiao ran a nervous hand through his rain kissed hair. In the many thousands of years of his life he had never once cared for a mortal and embarrassingly he had no idea where to start. Your body was like ice, your clothes sapping more heat than they should have given. Without thinking Xiao found his gloved hands peeling back the icy layers, throwing them in a pile nearby the Cuihua wardrobe. He would use his powers to dry them later, for now he concentrated the power of anemo. Wisps of teal winds fluttered around you, as he dried you off. He wished that he could change elements like you could, a pyro vision would have been far more useful but he prayed to Morax that this would be enough.
âW-where?â You clenched your jaw, stuttering the words out as you nuzzled closer to his warmth, âW-where am I?â Perhaps you were dreaming but the way that Xiao held you was so tender, youâd never seen this side of him before. Even the way he quietened your lips with his finger felt stranger. It only took you overworking your body to see him this way. You promised yourself that you wouldnât make this a habit of yours but-
âYou're colder than a cryo slimeâŠâ Xiao held your cheek softly before catching himself. âYou fool, your mortal, you need to take care of yourself.â He mumbled pitching your cheek for emphasis. Your whimper caught him off guard as he immediately let go, eyes dancing away from your form as he stared around the room. âYou need to warm up before you really do get sickâŠâ
Fighting the urge to tease him, you nodded. It hadnât been your intention to stay out in the thunderstorm, but with all the errands and odd jobs that you had received that day there was a fire in you that was determined to finish them all. Your memories were a little blurred in the thunderstorm. All you remembered was the growing numbness as the splattering of raindrops danced between feeling like shards of ice and momentary annoyances. Hilichurls alongside a cryo abyss mage had ambushed you on your journey back to the city of freedom. It wasnât until darkness crept into the edges of your vision that you finally relented and called for the Vigilant Yaksha.
Without thinking you reached for the warmest thing. You clung to his arm with what little strength that remained, stopping the Yaksha from leaving your side. His skin felt so warm against yours, a little blush scattered over your cheeks as you realised the state that you were in. Clutching the arm against your chest you couldnât help but look away. âWhat happened to my clothes?â You shivered against his forearm. His light breaths traced your collarbone as his golden eyes searched your expression.
âThey were wet.â He stated simply, completely ignoring the compromising position you had put yourself in. âSo I removed them.â Xiao stated as a matter of factly as if his arm wasnât lodged in between your-
âI was going to get you a blanket.â He interrupted your thoughts and in that moment you were grateful though he made no effort to move. Something of a conflicted emotion flickered across his expression as he moved. You looked so comfortable around his arm, but he couldnât let his own thoughts interrupt him. The blanket was soft against your skin as you watched him light the fireplace, his spear had been cast aside in his hurry. It was quiet as you listened to the fire crackle. The flickering shadows draped themselves elegantly against his face as he fiercely glared at the flames, as if threatening them not to go out.Â
âThank you for saving me Xiao. I didnât mean to scare you.âÂ
âI wasnât scared.â The Adeptus shot back immediately. Noticing your flinch he bit his tongue. âForget it I didnâtâŠâ He sighed.Â
âItâs ok, I can feel my fingers now.â You smiled softly. You werenât offended with the way he was reacting. For the Yaksha this must have been the longest conversation he had had with a mortal in a long time. Though he was gentle, sometimes he reminded you of a stray cat. Xiao always meant well, he just didnât know how to express it outside of protection and duty.Â
The Adeptus opened his mouth as if to say something before looking away, crossing his arms. âNext time make sure to look after yourself. It would worry everyone if you always push yourself like this...âÂ
âIâll tryâŠI just hope that you can pick me-â No sooner had those words left your lips, you felt the familiar strong arms cradle you as he carried you towards the fireplace. Placing you and the rug, his gloved hands tugged the edges of the blanket so that you were properly covered.Â
âIf you wanted to be closer to the fire, you should have asked sooner.â He tilted his head at your stunned silence. âWhat?â
âIâŠI meant you can pick me up whenever I run into trouble.â
âOh.â His lips almost formed a pout, disappearing just as quickly as he looked away. Was he embarrassed? It was at this moment where you couldnât help but laugh at this entire situation. The exhaustion finally catching up to your body as you started to warm up. Sleepily leaning against his shoulder, you felt safe.Â
Xiao never knew the heavenly chimes of Celestia were woven into your laughter. If your smile was the sun, then your laughter was the stars in a moonless night and he could not believe that such beauty lived in one such as you.Â
Xiao did not realise that his soul would miss your sounds as you left the next day. His favourite sweet almond tofu was not the same without you there. And as time passed he learnt to realise that nothing would ever fill the emptiness that you had snuggled into his heart.Â
âXiao!â Your melodic voice lured him back out of his memories as he watched you call out his name from atop a pavilion you had created. Within a flash, the adeptus appeared next to you within a cloud of dark shadows and mist. When he realised you were standing right before him with another one of your affectionate smiles, he could only feel himself being pulled in by it all.
âYou called.â He took a step forward, eyes locked onto yours, losing himself in you, only to stop himself once more.Â
âI promised you we could do today's commissions together, are you ready?â With a nod, you wove your hand with his, leading him towards the exit of the teapot. Yet with such a busy day ahead he could only think of you and how he wished he could follow you wherever you went.Â
For now the best he could manage was to protect you whenever you ventured to Liyue and to always come when you called. That way perhaps he had a chance at uncovering the strange feelings that you had planted within him.Â
Ventiâs Windblume Invitation (Venti x Reader) (GN)
Tags: Venti x Reader, Implied Romance can be read as platonic, Venti pining, Venti is an idiot when it comes to his own feelings, Reader is Gender Neutral, Venti gets a bit jealous and a little possessive
Summary: Venti misses you during the Windblume Festival but manages to catch you on your brief trip back to Mondstadt. Perhaps he can finally figure out why a tornado of emotions always followed after thinking about you.Â
Words: 1279
Windblumes were traditionally offered to the Anemo God, Barbatos during Mondstadtâs Windblume Festival. The Windblume wasnât offered to just Barbatos, many people took the opportunity to offer the symbol of freedom to those that they loved and adored. Everyoneâs chosen Windblume was different and unique but most importantly special to them. Therefore no one could truly agree what the Windblume was. Some insisted it was a food, others, gemstones, or trinkets.
The spirit of Anemo always loved Cecilia flowers. Their delicate soft petals always stood strong against the mighty gusts of wind that would rush through Starsnatch cliff. They could withstand the harshest of Mondstadt weather, always reblooming in the spring and hibernating in the winter. It had been the Anemo Archonâs Windblume for the many thousands of years that he lived. Enduring and soft, always coming back in the new year. Thus, it was his joy every year to join the City of Freedom in celebrating the Windblume festival. The bard was so curious to see what others had named their Windblume. The Cecilias this year just didnât quite feel the same as before. He couldnât help but wonder what had changed. How had the winds changed? Only he had the power to change themâŠunless.
The usual brightly coloured streamers that lit up the city streets shone brighter this year. Venti loved playing with them, letting them dance around in the soft breezes that surrounded him. Although whenever citizens got too close, he would pout and momentarily stop his antics. This year was no different for the small Anemo archon as he wandered the streets for the perfect performance place. After all it wasnât just the festivities that he looked forward to but the overflowing streams of Applebloom cider that would light up the streets in the later part of the evening. Annoyingly however the more tasteful the wines the more mora he seemed to need. Perhaps that was what he was truly missing this year.
A momentary streak of colour caught his attention in the crowds and before he could think too much about it, he found his legs rushing after that colour. It was You. He hadnât seen you in ages and the fact that he couldnât catch you last time you were here made his heart droop in a way that he didnât know was possible. It was a strange feeling, but he had chalked it up as the same empty feeling he had when his gnosis was snatched by that Harbringer. He shook his head laughing softly, all these years and he still hadnât gotten used to a mortal body. These feelings were just as lost as the winds in Mare Javari.
Swerving in and out of the crowd effortlessly he managed to catch up, pinching the tip of the sleeve.
âTraveller, fancy seeing you here! How have you been? Itâs been so long!â The words flowed out melodically and cheerful as he unconsciously sung of his joys being reunited with you. There was a sweet breeze that fluttered softly around your travel worn clothes as if it wasnât more obvious that the bard had missed your company. He hadnât even realised he had been dancing around you until you caught his hand and his hat. You had reached up on your tip toes over him, trying to hold down the beret that threated to whisk itself away in the wind.
Why did his heartbeat so erratically? He was already twirling the excitement out of his body so why? His body felt so light he could float away, but thankfully you were holding onto his hand. Oh, how he was so grateful for that. Venti felt like he could have flown away any second. You were close to him, as you caught his beret, readjusting it on his head. You were so gentle with him he couldnât help but sigh happily as he felt you pat away the dust. He chased away thoughts of wanting to plop his head in your hands. Maybe if he was in his smaller form, youâd let him. He didnât even know how to ask. Was it ok to want that? To be held gently in your handsâŠ
You retold Venti the tales of your travels as he nodded enthusiastically beside you on the park bench. His feet swinging back and forth absentmindedly, as excited as he was, the bard was a surprisingly good listener or perhaps it was just because it was you that he was like this.
âLiyue sounds like so much fun but also dangerous.â He ponded with a smile. All this time he had never let go of your hand. It reminded him of a familiar feeling. What that was he couldnât quite pinpoint. He knew that it was something comforting and made him feel or fuzzy and warm. Venti would hold onto this feeling for as long as he could. This feeling was as fleeting as the winds, as fleeting as you were in the City of Winds.
There was a pinch in his chest as you continued to describe all that you had seen, the monsters you had fought and the new people that you had met. Of course, he was happy that you were having fun, if his favourite person was happy, he should be as well, right? So why was there this bitterness in his heart at hearing about all these new people? It was heavy and dark, grasping at hole in his chest. You werenât his, you were free to do whatever you wanted and thatâs just what he wanted? The last thing he wanted to do was to trap you with him, that simply wasnât his way of doing things.
You could tell something was distracting Venti as you talked. The sparkle in his eyes dimmed as he stared off in the distance. Concerned, you ran your thumb over the back of his hands. He jolted in surprise; a warm blush illuminated his face as you felt his hands clasp onto yours.
âAh I was listening!â He spoke quickly, waving his arms in surrender. How he already missed your warmth. âI was just thinking is all!â
âYou think?â You couldnât help but tease him when he was like this, earning you an adorable pout from the bard.
âHey! Of course, I do!â He huffed before a smile broke out from his face. âWindblume, let me join you on your adventures,â the bard couldnât help but blurt out, âlistening to all your stories makes me want to travel. Ah, travel with you that is!â His eyes glimmered like flecks of gold whisked away into the blue sky.
Windblume? Where had that come from? He wasnât even aware he had uttered the word until he saw the light blush bloom across your cheeks. He hoped his own cheeks werenât scarlet. He was the Anemo Archon of the City of Freedom, there was no excuse that he could come up with that could explain why he wouldnât know the meaning of that word. The festival was in his name for Archonâs sake.
Being honest with himself wasnât hard but he couldnât be if he didnât know what his own feelings were. All that he could pinpoint with the clarity of the spring breeze was that within the chaotic melting pot of emotions, you were the catalyst to it all.
âI just want to be with my Windblume all the timeâŠso will you let me?â Watching your flustered face made his heart flutter all the more as he waited patiently for your answer. He would do whatever in his power to make his Windblume happy.
This year, Barbatos had chosen you as his Windblume.
Tags: Hawks x Reader, Implied Relationship, Lots of lots of Fluff, Hawks in love, Love Languages: Physical Touch, Gifts, Hawks being Comforted, Hawks being wholesome, Implied sub Hawks but if you squint, Hawks coming out the shower and things get spicy
Words: 600
Gif Credit: monothebest
Your lover never returned on time when the night grew heavy, and the stars hung high. That was the curse of dating the number two hero, counting your blessings, your favourite part of the morning was waking up wrapped safe in his arms. Naked bodies pressed tightly together; a wing lazily draped above you. Sometimes youâd wake up with him blessing small kisses along your neck, your skin and your lips. In every little precious moment, he found the time to love you.
There was a wooden box hidden in a safe space within the bedroom, filled with little trinkets Hawks had found along his patrols. From cute little keychains, to stickers, to gemstones, to pebbles in whimsical shapes. His favourite treasure was the wind chimes. Themed after himself of course. It came with his signature red feathers, gold gems and golden bells. Before he had given it to you, he had replaced those synthetic feathers with his own. That way whenever he was at work, he could always play you a tune or you could play one back to him.
There was another reason he loved the red feather necklace draped elegantly against your neck. Everyone knew that dear Keigo could feel what the feathers felt. What he sought after was but the rarest treasure; the soft melodies of your heart. During particularly terrifying villain attacks, your heartbeats grounded him. Reminded him what he fought so hard to protect. He was a hero; the civilians came first however you were always first place in his heart. There was something about you that drove him to do so much more than before. Whenever your heart raced, watching him fight on TV, it resonated with his own, urging him to finish the fight in one piece so that he could return to his beloved. So that he could return back to you.
Keigo still wouldnât stop teasing you about the time he walked out from his morning shower to find you in his hero costume. There you were, waving your arms around in one of his spare jackets, his yellow shades hanging lopsided as you pretended to sign autographs from the numerous adoring fans that surrounded him.Â
Your cocky expression in the mirror was what put him over the edge as he started laughing from the doorway. Tripping over his beige trousers, youâd crashed into the plush carpet below. Sheepish red expression buried in the overly long sleeves of his jacket. Your whine for him to stop caused him to walk over to help.
His laughter died down replaced by awe and something else as he leaned towards you. Your messy hair framed your adorable face as you looked back at him with a blush. Your lips pursed and pouty. His heart couldnât help but skip a beat, reminded of the other moments where he hadâŠto you.
The baggy pilot trousers sunk around your ankles as their grip loosen around your hips, replaced by Keigoâs rough hands. âW-what?â
âYou look so perfect baby bird.â He purred into your ear.
A light smirk as you poked him in the cheek. âAnd you have work.â
âYouâre so beautiful when your rightâ He sighed leaning his forehead against your shoulder. His golden locks dripped with water, the droplets tracing the delicious muscles that rippled along his back. It was at this moment that you realised what little he wore. As if sensing this, he gripped you closer to him as he kissed up your neck, along your cheek before tracing your lips with his.
Whenever Keigo liked to tease you about wearing his hero costume, youâd love to remind him the real reason he never made it to work that day. Faking illness had never been so easy with how breathless and hoarse his voice had sounded.
Tags: Hawks x Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Lots of Oral from HawksÂ
Words: 729
Gif Credit: kyojuuros
Hawks patrolled late even on Valentines. The hero never stopped working but he kissed a promise upon your brow in the early rays of dawn, that he would return, that you would get the Valentines that you deserved. So, there you waited upon a bed of rose petals. He had texted you that he would be late since the Commission didnât exactly approve of his relationship and tried their best to make his love life difficult.
You were patient, laying upon the silk sheets of your king-sized bed. The penthouse felt empty without him and you wondered if he would be back. Resting your head in your arms you slowly fell asleep to the soft lull of the midnight traffic.
The city lights glowed like fireflies around your naked body. You were an angelic sight for him. A slumbering angel wrapped in red ribbon just for him to reward, to please, to devour.
Hawks gently traced your thigh, watching the shivers run up and down your skin. You were so warm and soft under his touch as he laid layers and layers of kisses up and down your neck. Your scent addictive as his lips travelled further south, eager to taste the skin of your thighs. His fingers slowly slipping between your legs as you moaned softly for him.
Every small moan and whimper ruffled his feathers as his wings began to puff up, caging your small frame below him. They blocked out the rest of the world, because all that mattered to him right now was you.
Keigo loved watching your cute expressions in your sleep. A particularly lustful moan made his blood hot. How much pleasure could you take before you awoke from your dreams? How much he wondered because as much as he wanted to please you, work had been stressful, and he just wanted to be with you.
He nuzzled his face against your inner thigh, the soft whiskers electric as you twitched. His skilled fingers worked alongside your slick, stroking back and forth, tantalisingly slow against your hidden spot.
You hadnât quite stirred yet, but something felt euphoric between your legs as your walls tried to clench on tighter. You needed more. His fingers slipped out easily, strings of your wetness coating each digit as he licked himself clean.
Your breathing had turned shallow as you sleepily awoke to watch Keigo suck his fingers clean. A devilish smirk upon his face as he watched his sleeping beauty awaken.
âGood morning beautiful.â He continued to play around with you, fingers tracing delicate circles back and forth as you tried your best to explain to him that dinner was in the fridge, you had made his favourite meal-
âBut dinnerâs right here.â His voice deep and husky as he slowly licked up your slick. He teased you, cleaning everywhere except the little pearl between your folds. You felt him smirk as you bucked your hips into him. âMy baby birdâs so eagerâŠâ
Keigo wanted to reward you for your patience, for your devotion, and for your love. You shivered as he lovingly savoured your taste, dining like a man starved. You were so delicious and warm under his touches as he buried his face nose deep. âCry out my name for me, my pretty little songbird.â
You were a whimpering begging mess by the time he had finished his starter. Every breath another sharp jolt of pleasure as he sucked and licked. Your thighs clamped down on his golden locks, encouraging him to continue.
Pleasure turned to pain to pleasure as he tore orgasm after orgasm out of your quivering body. His feathers traced your thighs back and forth, the soft sensation combined with his fingers gripping into the flesh of your thighs, combined with his tongue never failed drown you in ecstasy.
He left his marks all over your body. Claiming your body undeniably as his as he finally let you catch your breath. Kissing each mark along your thigh with such gentleness as if he hadnât just sent your soul to the swirling galaxies and back. âMy beautiful lovebirdâŠâ He mumbled between kisses. âSuch a good girl for me.â His golden gaze locked you in place before he dipped back down for dessert.
âHum me a song with those sweet moans of yours.â You didnât ending up sleeping for the rest of the night.
Tags:Â Hawks x Reader, Implied Relationship, Fluff, First Love, Hawks Pining, Hawks being a big softie and in love
Words: 371
Gif Credit:Â rubydragon16
He's always the first one awake out of you two. Having morning patrols meant that Keigo needed to be up early and on time. Even if he gave off the impression as a carefree almost aloof hero you saw through his mask. Keigo was one of the few you knew that took his job seriously even if he did wear his signature smirk.
He'd always try to leave the bed as quietly as possible but Keigo couldn't help but love the way your arms wrapped around his naked frame. You made it so hard to leave for his morning patrol.
Just thinking about your warm soft fingers entangled in his messy blonde locks every morning sent shivers down his spine, he loved that feeling more than he liked to let on. Whether you were gentle or rough, he loved it all the same.
It didn't take long for you to awake in his absence. His big beautiful wings helped shield you from the early droplets of sunlight and without them you couldn't help but sleepily rise.
His favourite view was your bare body against the morning rays. Watching you rise from your slumber was breath-taking, as he'd watch you stretch and slowly wipe the sleep from your eyes. You were an angel in his eyes. So perfect he often wondered what he had done to deserve you.
The white sheets pooled around your legs as you'd stare out into the cityscape mesmerised by the dazzling light. The way the light would caress your frame made his heart flutter and beat erratically. It was like he was drowning and flying all at the same time and he loved it.
The way you'd tilt your head back to look at him, made his wings flutter as his face flushed. You looked so perfect, as he watched you giggle at his bashful expression. It definitely wasn't the first time you caught him looking and you'd tease him endlessly about it.
Yet no matter how much you'd pry he'd always hide behind his wings and shrug it off with a joke and a smile.
Keigo Takami could do many things, he was the man that was just a little too fast yet his weakness was you.
Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Exams, Established Relationship, Kisses
Words: 453
Gif Credit: rubydragon16Â
You donât even need to ask him when he offers to help you memorise your flashcards. In fact, he even offers to quiz you on your subject content. A kiss for every correct answer and a tickle for every wrong answer.
There have been at least several times youâve run around the apartment throwing pillows to try and avoid his ticklish assault, laughing and screaming when he finds your hiding places. Not much work gets done on these days but at least itâs a good stress reliever as you usually end up play fighting on his bed.
You tell him you donât want to distract him from patrol, only to receive a chuckle. Hawks is the fastest hero in Japan and the perks that come with that speed is that he gets a lot of extra time to himself. At least now that he has you, heâs a lot less of a workaholic. Besides he tells you that he loves hearing your voice, it makes getting through the paperwork feel like a breeze.
Some days he takes you to his office where you can work together since he hates leaving you all alone in that tall stuffy penthouse of his.
With Keigo, you two can happily sit in a comfortable silence. Whether itâs with you nestled against his soft wings or across the room from each other, just enjoying the feeling of being together. Itâs enough to get you through all your revision.
Itâs not the first time youâve woken up at your desk with a blanket over your shoulders and a sticky note with the words âGood morning baby bird, thereâs some leftover takeout from last night in the fridge. I didnât want to wake you since you looked so cute and peaceful but next time make it to bed cutie!â
The hot cup of coffee/tea/hot chocolate still steaming as you rise from your slumber. His bird instincts always nag him to bring food to you, and though he seems embarrassed by it, your always eternally grateful.Â
Keigo wonât hesitate to fly you around the city to take your mind off things. You could practically feel the stress melt away as the breeze gently wipes away your tears. Sometimes everything was just too overwhelming and taking in the view from the sky above really helped put things into perspective, that and Keigoâs doting kisses upon you flushed cheeks really helped.
âIâm so proud of you baby bird, youâre working so hard and thatâs all that the world can ask of you. No matter what I will still love you, youâre my little love bird. Iâm the luckiest hero on earth to be able to call you mine. Now come here, I want cuddles.â
Tags: Hanahaki, First Love, Angst, Mentions of Death, Major Character Death, Friends to Lovers
Word Count: 801Â
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She was the girl in the gardens. The gardens where the fountains ran clear and the birds chirped sweetly, or were those noises coming from him? Not many people chose to tend the gardens, each bloom heavy with grief as they opened towards the sunlight, seeking the warmth they could never reach in life from love.
He was the hero that had barrelled through the rose bushes, a villain had thrown him through the garden wall. Her brilliant eyes widened with surprise as his wings tangled in the thorns. He flashed his signature smirk before dashing off, in a blur of crimson petals and blood.
She was the girl who tended the graves of the fallen. A caretaker of lilies and daffodils turned caretaker of lost lives and broken dreams. Her hollow steps against the stone path echoed quietly against the backdrop of tears and raindrops as the girl wandered between each grave. The haunting beauty of the gardens never had many visitors he discovered, circling the skies above. Yet she was always sitting by the fountain, reading her books next to her rusty watering can or tending the family of flowers.
He was the hero that was just a little too quick for the rest of the world as he swooped down to greet her once more. Apologising for destroying the wall, he asked for her story. To his surprise she only sighed and explained that she was waiting for her turn. To which he tilted his head in a bird like manner that had her in giggles, ringing like soft wind chimes. Coughs wracked her already weaken form, bloodied petals appearing in her palm. He had caught her in his arms just in time before she could fall.
She was the girl that was waiting for her time, trapped in a flowery bird cage. His eyes grew wet as she explained her family had abandoned her with the graves lit by the passing autumn fireflies. They had given up on her, as soon as the first petal had fallen. She explained that they could not bare to see her body waste away to the blooms, deciding to only remember her brightest days. Like the stains upon her white dress, she had become a stain on their pride. They took her to the gardens and raised the stone walls with shadows cast too dark as she waited for her fate.
He was the boy who had dreams much like hers. The one lucky enough to be rescued from the parents that had abandoned him and as he stared at the misty eyes that were much like his own, he pledged to make her last days joyous, as he held her closer. His own heart raced to see her glimmering smile. It reminded him of his own happiest moments.
She was the girl that was slowly coming to terms with her heartbreak. Yet she refused to tell him who it was. The pain was far more than the thorns that would twist and turn in her lungs, working their way towards her voice. Sheâd listen to her new friend tell stories. Stories of battles hard fought and tales of his childhood. It was everything she wished she could have as he held her hand. Her head never leaving his chest as they would spend the nights pointing at the stars. The pain of losing her voice was replaced by the letters sheâd trace against his palm. The pain of her own heartbreak replaced by his heart-warming smile and the soft voice that was only for her ears.
He was the kind soul that would be her sunlight in her dying days. He would be the warmth that sheâd feel one last time before her eyes shuddered close. The rain thundered to a silence as the world grew still around them. His own chest heavy as he held her close. Dark blue petals and crimson blood stained his hand, yet he didnât mind for her. His wings sheltered them from the rest of world. He couldnât help but wonder if he had failed her as her breathing slowed.
It was her teary grimace that finally shattered his carefully crafted hero persona. It was her hand, shakily reaching up to wipe away his tears. It was her last words traced against his rain-soaked skin as his sobbed freely.
âI loved you.â
And now, he was the boy in the gardens, wings chained down by thorny vines. He was the hero that had been abandoned, at the first drop of the petals. He was the soul who lay cradled in blue roses, waiting to be whole one more. He would carry her memories, her stories, her words with him until he too was laid in her ground, until he was in her arms again
It's been a few months since the two of you started dating and yet nothing ever went beyond the realm of kissing, which confused you immensely among other feelings. You couldn't help but feel a little anxious, you were both new to relationships but surely things wouldn't have stayed stagnant for this long right? So you hatched a plan to move things along.
During the nights where missions were scarce, Aphelios spent his time running his hands against your soft skin while his lips left a hot trail along your neck, after all his long nights alone under the distant gaze of the moon left him extremely touch starved.
It's not until you thrust your hips against his, that you finally get your answer. The reaction was immediate and you couldn't help but smirk as he stifled a hiss against your shoulder. You were merciless, not leaving him a moment to recover as you did it again. Learning that you would not stop, he quickly places a hand on your hip, as you gazed at him confused but also extremely smug.
You give him a gentle smile, patiently waiting as you watch him try and form words. Aphelios holds your face delicately, moonlight surrounding him like an angel, your angel. His thumb begins writing invisible letters against your skin as you close your eyes and lean into his touch, concentrating on his words.
"That hurts and..." He's hesitant, trying to understand what's happening and trying his best to put his feelings into words. "It feels strange."
Then it suddenly dawns on you.
"My love," his lilac eyes gaze back at you innocently. "Did they ever teach you..?"
Turns out they did not.
You couldn't help but giggle a little at the situation while a part of you was relieved that this was the reason why you had only spent these last few months kissing, it wasn't any other reason than his innocence. His dark locks sway above you as he tilts his head at your reaction. Had he done something wrong?
He's really shy at first, having only everything explained to him moments ago. You reassured him that you don't mind waiting a little longer, understanding that this was a lot of information to take in. Moments go by until he shakes his head, determined. His velvety lips begin kissing yours. You could only smile against him warmly as you reach and guide his hesitant hands around your body, letting his hands explore your curves.
Then Aphelios discovered your sensitive spots, one by one, stroking, licking, completely tearing down your walls. He learnt rapidly that certain spots made you sing quite the symphony, which only encouraged him as he hadn't heard these sounds before, coming from his beloved. You could not help but cover your blushing face with your hands, yet it did not stop him from pinning them beside you. So, this was what it was like being teased as you writhed beneath him, helpless against his assault but what did you expect revealing all your weaknesses to a trained assassin, a trained smug assassin.
The night was filled with your soft moans of pleasure but as he eased into the motions and relaxed beneath the moonlight, he joins you. Your pleasantly surprised at the sounds he makes. It was quiet at first but unmistakable. His face turns a cute shade of red as you encourage him, gently leaving a trail of bite marks from below his neck, hungrily wanting to hear more sounds from the lovely lips of your Aphelios.
He'll be the one to cuddle you, as you both fall peacefully asleep but first he'll kiss you on the forehead while you snuggle deeper into his arms, both glowing under the full moon, coming down from your highs.
"I love you Aphel," you mumbled under your breath, yawning as your eyes fluttered shut. He smiled, softly kissing your forehead, and tightening his arms around you.
