contents: lower case intended, not proofread â fem!reader, neuvillette loves his wife too much, fluff, a little bit of angst, but like too little, is just a dragon pouting, also reader calls neuvillette vivi as a nickname.
there are two things that neuvillette doesnât like. one is too much sugar on his newly brewed tea and the second one is when you donât give him a good bye kiss before going to work.
so imagine the face he made when he saw that you went straight outside, not even casting him a glance as you ran over with a bag full of papers for a case you were working.
his day started bad and so Fontaine would be the victim of it.
it wasn't until you arrived at the courthouse that you realised your mistake, and as if the sky could hear your thoughts a big thunder was heard and then rain started pouring incessantly. you knew you screwed up big this time, neuvillette wasn't someone to have this type of meltdowns, unless you forgot to give him his precious goodbye kiss. you still remember that one time you were on the countryside and he couldn't find you, the rain was so strong that the river that was a few kilometres away from the cottage you were staying, overflowed. after that you knew better tat to fogger to give your husband a kiss before heading out, not today tho, it totally slipped out of your mind.
"miss (yn), the Iudex is looking for you" one of the melusines next to your office tells you.
it doesn't take to much time before you see your lovely dragon husband sulking in his seat. this is the governor of Fontaine but also your husband.
"vivi my dear, I want to apologise â" you start but your husband is quicker "if I did something to wrong you, forgive me my dearest" you can feel the rain intensifying outside the building.
"neuvillette" you call him, his intense purple eyes looking at you âI just forgot to kiss you, this case I pretty complex and I was to caught up with some new evidence that I totally forgot to kiss youâ your steps echoes as you get closer to him âyou know I would never get mad at you my loveâ
and as if you casted some magic words, you see how the rain is falling less and less, everything is calm, just like your husbandâs heart at your words.
âsorry i think i overreacted my dearâ his embrace is firm, you feel how calm he is now, his head rests in the crook of your neck, you place your hand on the back of his neck as a way to reassure him of your presence as your lips slowly find their place on the corner of his lips âitâs okay vivi, im here nowâ
cred. to artist â la sirena (1893): giulio aristide sartorio
you tried to ignore the sting in your heart, tossing your phone on the mattress. at this point you were setting yourself up for the hurt and yet you couldnât stop yourself from watching his stories. and he was always out and about, meeting various people â friends, colleagues, family, coworkers, anybody. just not you. you were always left behind, barely seeing your boyfriend, only getting a few texts. you knew he had a lot on his plate but would it kill him to spend some time with you, or just acknowledge your existence? you sighed. surely he was just busy, right?
SUGAWARA KOUSHI: forgets about his promises
âiâm so sorry,â he immediately said as soon as he saw you all dressed up, âi forgotâ you pressed your lips into a thin line, nodding slowly. âi figured. iâm going to take a showerâ before he could say anything you rushed past your boyfriend, shutting the bathroom door behind you before stepping to the sink, washing your flushed face as the tears started to fall. you shouldnât even be surprised â and honestly you werenât really â but you were disappointed. he didnât mean to forget, at least thatâs what you had been telling yourself. but there was only so much you could take and slowly but surely you reached your breaking point.
MIYA ATSUMU: always puts his work before you
you shook your head as you put your phone away, politely asking the waiter for your check. by now you were basically used to the pitiful glances and hushed whispers behind your back, so you skillfully ignored them when leaving the restaurant. with every step you took towards your car, you could feel the cold creeping up on you as your heart grew heavier and heavier. you knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to get together with him, but it didnât hurt any less when he stood you up â when practice ran longer than expected, when he decided to get some extra training or when he was too exhausted to even send you a message.
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: always confuses you with somebody else
âi got you your favoriteâ he held up a take out bag with a warm smile on his face. âthank you,â you said with your most convincing smile on your face, which immediately dropped as soon as he left your field of view. as soon as you recognized the logo on the plastic you felt your heart ache. you wanted to give him credit, he was trying, he really was, but you couldnât help but feel hurt â whatever he got, it was never what he thought it was. his friendâs favorite snacks that you didnât like, his best friendâs favorite movie that brought back bad memories or his ex partnerâs favorite food.
KITA SHINSUKE: uses your insecurities against you
with hurt visible in your eyes, you turned around, quickly making your way into your bedroom. âyou canât just simply walk away when things arenât going your wayâ,â you heard him shout behind you before you slammed the door and as soon as you were alone, the tears began to fall. you loved him and you were convinced that he loved you too. he even told you so daily and made you feel like the most important person in your life. and he failed to realize that you werenât him â he couldnât see how his bluntness hurt you or how his supposed honesty only broke you. how much more could you take before you completely shattered?
á° pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)
á° summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot
á° chapter. 1/x (probably 12)
á° words. 1.3k (short one to start off, but the rest are longer)
a/n. welcome to this pilot chapter! this was originally going to be a one-shot but i got way too carried away and ended up planning out a whole series. i hope you enjoy!
You blink the sleepiness in your eyes away as the harsh light of your phone hits your face. Somewhere in the middle of the crazy dream you were having, you heard your phone incessantly pinging and eventually woke you up to make you realize you forgot to turn the ringer off before going to sleep. Among all the spam email, iCloud storage warnings, and news headliners, there was one notification in particular that had you wondering if you were still dreaming.
âUghâŠy/n, please, turn your phone off,â you heard your roommate Mina mumble in the twin sized bed at the other end of the room as she shuffled her pillow above her head so that it covered both of her ears. You glance out the window of your shared apartment, peering at the pale moonlight, before your tired and heavy eyes travel back to your phone and press on the Instagram notification.
Suspecting this was maybe some prank account, you clicked on the small icon in your inbox that took you to a profile page. Gojo Satoru, Senior at University of Tokyo, Business Major, D1 Soccer #10, SAE. 12k followers, 172 following, 38 posts.Â
Still thinking youâre dreaming, you accept the follow request and watch as the number on his following increases by one, now 173. Your thumb swipes up on your phone as you take in the square images of his profile. Pictures of him and his friends recreating memesâŠfood that heâs eaten recentlyâŠfrequent vacation posts in exotic countriesâŠand a whole lot of what seemed to be professionally taken soccer photos of him striking goals and hitting balls with his head in mid air. You have put a lot of effort into your own Instagram photos (despite your modest 464 followers), mostly posting compilation slideshows of your favorite film photos that youâve taken recently, yet somehow his feed looks much more inviting than yours.
You turn onto your side and continue to look through his photos. 624 comments, 373 comments, 958 comments. Many were from his friends trying to embarrass him, and many others were from girls that probably wanted him to notice them. You noticed he only really replied to comments from his friends.Â
You knew who he was, of course. Gojo Satoru was one of the most, if not the most, popular guys on your college campus. When you got to college, you thought the whole âsocial hierarchyâ thing would be over but it still seemed like there were certain groups of people that almost everyone knew about, "elite" individuals who other students could only dream of associating with. At UTokyo, the fraternities and sororities practically owned the place so of course Gojo was well-known since he was a member of the schoolâs most iconic frat, SAE. Not to mention, the school adored its soccer teamâundefeated since 2012âand Gojo Satoru was the most talented center forward the division had seen in years.Â
But as for why he requested to follow you, a film major that doesnât play any sports and isnât even in a sorority, well youâre just not sure.Â
Itâs then when you get yet another notification.Â
âOh my god, y/n, turn it off!â Mina mumbles into her mattress. You click the side button to turn off the ringer.Â
|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru sent you a messageÂ
Your heart starts to beat a bit faster as you quickly slide to your DMs page. You notice three unread conversations from a few of your friends, probably from when they decided to send you their entire explore page, and then you see a little (1) next to your message requests box. When you open it, you see his icon in your inbox. Itâs a simple picture of him in his soccer jersey, his smile wide as one of his team members who was mostly cropped out of the photo seemed to be putting him in a headlock. You see the first few words of the message.
|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weirâŠ
Youâre about to click on it when you stop yourself. It was really late at night and you didnât know if you wanted to entertain a conversation with this man you knew literally nothing about (at least on a personal level) and werenât even sure why he was messaging you in the first place. Plus, he would see that youâve read it and so you would feel anxious to respond. But there was no way to see his full message unless you opened it. Even though you considered this to be weirdly intimate since it was a message sent at two in the morning, you figured that was probably normal for the likes of people like Gojo Satoru, who probably were out drinking and partying until five in the morning every night, regardless of any 8AM lectures or not.Â
But unfortunately, curiosity always kills the cat (thatâs the expression, right?) and so you click on his message.Â
|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weirdâŠI donât think weâve ever met before, but my buddyâs really into your roommate, and heâs tried to invite her out to our fratâs house parties but heâs had no luck. Think you could convince her to come this weekend? Youâre welcome to come too, of course
You blink in surprise before rolling your eyes, not entirely sure why you were expecting any different. Maybe Mina wasnât budging on his friendâs advances because she wants to be asked out on an actual date, and not to some house party. But you figured frat guys wouldnât really understand that. Besides, how did he know that you were her roommate? Youâre just about to type a response when you see three little dots in the left side corner, indicating he was typing, and you hold your breath.
|| 2:27AM Gojo Satoru: Here are the details
And then he sends you a post from what looks like his fraternityâs Instagram page. Thereâs an address, a time, the name of the DJ and girls get in free bolded at the top. You realize youâve never even been invited to a fraternityâs house party until this very moment.Â
You briefly consider not responding to him and just setting your phone back down on your nightstand, rolling over, and falling asleep. But you find your fingers moving on their own to type.
|| 2:31AM You: youâre messaging me to help your friend get with my roommate?
Thereâs an uncomfortable two minutes where thereâs no response from him and for some reason your anxiety is through the roof. You remember the countless times youâve heard people describe Gojo Satoru in passing: thereâs just something about him that demands your attention.Â
His notification pops up at the top of the Instagram app when you were scrolling through reels to distract yourself and you accidentally clicked on it too fast.Â
|| 2:33AM Gojo Satoru: Uh, yeah?Â
You sigh as you ponder the proposition. You donât even know for sure why Mina wasnât really responding to his friendâs advances, maybe the guy was a creep or just not her type. And even if she was somewhat interested in him, sheâs already refused to go to any of their fratâs house parties, so how would you be able to persuade her?Â
You finally convince yourself youâve had enough of Gojoâs messages for the night and youâll choose whether or not you want to revisit the topic again in the morning, until another message flashes across your screen.
|| 2:38AM Gojo Satoru: What can I do to get you to convince her to come this weekend?
You bite down on your lip at his question, and an idea flashes through your mind.
|| 2:40AM You: iâll find a way to convince her. my terms and conditions will come later
He responds in a second.
|| 2:40AM Gojo Satoru: DealÂ
a/n. thank you for reading! i also post this story over on AO3, if you're more into that format, but i just wanted to start posting over here on tumblr too. hope to see you in the next one!
the blog will go under some changes (theme and probably user change, idk yet) and also I'll update some of my rules and dni things. thanks for reading!
4.2 spoilers but it's interesting how Scaramouche and Furina were both made as replacements. But while Ei saw Scara's humanity as a flaw, Focalors thought that's what made Furina perfect.
notes // this is part of the #marry a harbinger collab @pyroxeene and i created and part of my lady wife series. the general idea has been sitting too long in my drafts, and now i finally found the motivation to actually finish this. the collab is still ongoing, so if you'd like to participate too, you still have some time!
warnings: only pierro pov, dottore and with him the usual chaos and slaughter that follows him everywhere (a mention of a bonquet made out of limbs)
extra notes // i would be very glad if as many as possible could reblog this, best with tags because iâm not showing up there đ itâs my first time and right before my hiatus⊠i hope this will solve itself, because i really donât have the time to worry about this now, not when weâre flying in two days ._.
my lady series masterlist
It was the wedding of the year. No matter what the laws of Snezhnaya said, the Harbingers were royals in everyone's eyes. How could they not be, when they directly served under her Highness and led the infamous Fatui?
And when the first Harbinger, the Jester, announced that he would take a wife... it was the wedding of the year, if not the wedding of the century.
The ceremony would be attended by everyone who was anyone. Servants whispered about the most extravagant wedding they've ever seen, or well, prepared. Their words carried wide and vast, and soon nobles, rich merchants, and members of the Fatui heard of the rumors too.
Yet no one dared ask Pierro about the wedding or his future bride. They didn't want to risk his wrath, no matter how curious they were. Well, some dared to. His work colleagues all teased him for finally settling down, and all they got in response was an unimpressed glare. How else should Pierro answer the teasing of the youngest Harbinger? He didn't know much about love anyway, so he should shut his mouth, was what Pierro thought several times about Childe.
Pantalone had been a big part of the wedding preparations, so Pierro wasn't too bitter about the few teasing words that left the younger man's lips. Still, Pierro would've preferred it if they wouldn't tease him at all. There was simply no time for it. Just because he would be married soon didn't mean they could slack off with their work. And they did indeed slack off with their workloads and assigned missions.
The Fair Lady of the Harbingers didn't behave like a lady at all. Instead of getting the gnosis from Barbatos, she sent a letter from Mondstadt, full of mirth and teasing words. Pierro was very close to not inviting her to the wedding.
This is why he tolerated their teasing and domineering personalities so that at the end of the day, he could finally fall into the arms of his darling lady, grumble about his day, and simply enjoy the time spent with her.
Soon they would be finally married and he could call her his lady wife, his love, simply his. And yet, every time he thought about the moment he would call her his wife, his mouth went dry and his heart started beating faster. He was nervous, oh so nervous- what if something went wrong? There could be so much going wrong, and Pierro wanted this to be the perfect day for his love, so she could always think back and remember their wedding day with a smile.
But he couldnât show it. His face carried the usual scowl, only melting into a small smile when he saw his love. He had to be steady and calm. He was her husband and the strong man in her life. Not that his wife to be needed any protection, but the instinct was still in him. Arlecchino would tell him to knock it off and stop behaving like the stereotypical, overprotective husband. And he knows he is, and he knows he shouldn't be, it was wrong of him to do so.Â
Of course, he knows this. His lady was strong, a powerful woman in her own right, and yetâŠand yet he couldnât help himself. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe and satiated, without any complaints. It was his duty as a husband, his duty to love, cherish, and protect her. And he would. This he promised himself the moment it became clear he would marry her.
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When the day of the wedding finally came, Pierro planned to prepare himself alone. He could clothe himself. He has always done it.
But then his fellow Harbingers barged into his room, chattering with each other and carrying packages upon packages with them.
"What are you doing?" Pierro hissed. Then he started slowly backing away from Signoraâs disapproving gaze at his choice of clothing.Â
"Weâre here to save the day," chirped Columbia, and started humming one of the many tunes he had chosen for the wedding.Â
"No", he refused, batting Arlecchinoâs hands from his hair.Â
"We definitely need to fix this," mused Pantalone, and started opening the packages they brought in. Then he went through coats and alternations of their harbinger uniforms, always picking them up and holding them in the air, only to put them away after a few seconds.Â
Pierro sighed and prepared for an exhausting morning, while the harbingers around him chattered and chirped away, eyes gleaming with mirth. They knew exactly that he didnât want them here, and yet they ignored his silent wish for peace.Â
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Time passed fast, and before Pierro truly realized it, he stood in front of his majesty, for she would be the one to bless his marriage. Behind him, people whispered and pointed, awed at the extravagance of his wedding.
And suddenly, the nerves hit. His breath hitched, his hands started shaking, and he started to feel uneasy. He would marry the woman he loved, link himself with her, exchange vows for life-
The sharp gaze of the Tsaritsa pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts and he took a deep breath. He couldnât hesitate now. He had to stay strong and steady for his wife to be.
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His eyes widened when the doors of the hall finally opened and his darling lady finally showed her in her wedding dress. Her steps were slow, her long veil being carried by two young children, and her white dress falling and folding like a river, trailing after her elegant person.
A small smile was on her face, her hands full with a bouquet of roses, which she passed to one of the children accompanying her. She took his offered hand, stepping next to his right side.Â
"You are beautiful," he whispered, and the radiant smile she gave in return almost made him gasp. A smile full of love, directed at him. He would marry her; he is marrying her. His lady, his darling, his wife. The woman he will live with from today until his death.
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And so he spoke his vow, to love and cherish her, to protect and take care of her, till the end of his days.
hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2
feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader
cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keijiâs part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT â not proofread
OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, itâs not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasnât because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.
hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2
feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader
cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keijiâs part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT â not proofread
OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, itâs not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasnât because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.
hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2
feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader
cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keijiâs part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT â not proofread
OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, itâs not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasnât because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.
like any Monday, you arrived from work, the house was completely on silence, no sign of your kids, you looked at the clock and there was still half an hour before they came back. placing your shoes at the entrance you felt a pair of arms around your waist, a faint smell of lavanda coming from your husbandâs hair.
âdonât you have practice today?â you asked while hugging him back, an offended gasp came from his lips.
â(y/n)-chan you could have at least said that you were glad to see me instead of asking thatâ he said with a pout in his lips. You both stayed hugging each other like that until you heard the front door open followed by a mixture of gasp, screams and crying.Â
âPAPA STOPâ shiro, the youngest one screamed âYOU C-CANâT TOUCH MAMAâ he said while crying and hugging your leg. Following Shiroâs example the oldest ones Shin and Ryu placed themselves between the two of you while toruu was left aside dumbfounded, before you could react you felt a tugging in you shirt and saw your third son Ruki looking at you with puppy eyes, even though he was the quiet one, he knew how to play his cards when it came to you.Â
meanwhile the boys were hugging you like there was no tomorrow oikawa was  sulking and trying to fit into the hug, and even started whining on how not even his kids would let him hug his beautiful wife and also their mother.
AKAASHI the day that Hana, your first daughter was born he felt the like the happiest man in the world, no one could compare the joy he felt when she was born, this same thing happened with your second and last daughter Miko. the two girls were, apart from you, his pride and joy. the girls were his carbon copy, the same blue eyes and his black hair and also his love and admiration for your persona. keiji, loved his girls, and the girls loved you so much, everything you did and you said they would follow it. Hana turned five while Miko just turned three not a while ago, and with that age it came the so called âpossessive stageâ, which consisted basically to cling into you at every opportunity they had and of course the poor keiji was totally forbidden to be near you on their presence.Â
it a was sunday afternoon in which you and keiji were on the sofa watching a movie while the girls were taking their after-lunch nap. since it was rare that the two of you would be left alone like this, keiji took advantage of it and wrapped his arms around your waist while snuggling in the crook of your neck, you. on the other hand started to caress his face and kissing the crown of his head. everything was fine until you felt something making its way between you and your husband and also a pair of little arms hugging your neck.Â
âitâs unfair that while Hana and I are sleeping papa breaks his promiseâ you heard a little groan coming from keijiâs lips, he makes some space for the girls which in some way he ends up at the edge of the sofa too close from falling to the carpet. âwe maid dada promise that he wouldnât touch you unless its an emergency, for example if a monster comes and wants to take mama awayâ Hana explained to you, looking at keiji you saw that even if his daughters were basically taking you away from him he would still have the same soft look in his eyes. he would do anything just to see them smile.Â
âwell then, but the two of you should start to share because in a few month you will have another little brother or little sister tooâ you said, it was a sight to see how not only your husbands eyes but you daughtersâ too looked at you shocked, and without thinking it twice the three of them jumped in your arms giggling and smiling at the sudden but happy news.Â
MATSUKAWA never once in his life issei thought that he would have a big family, sometimes he even felt bad for you because you went through too much pain while giving birth to the four children, thatâs when he decided that when the youngest one Riko was born you two would stop having children. So at the end you family was composed by you, your oldest daughter Sumire who was eight, your second son Haru who was seven, your third son Kenji who was five and lastly Riko who turned three a few days ago.Â
Issei loved his kids with his whole heart, there wasnât a time in which he couldnât think about them or you, since the two of you worked he decided that it would be a good idea to plan the day so in that way the two of you wouldnât feel too burned out, because at the end, taking care of four kids is not an easy task. So the times in which the two of you would be finally alone were pretty much welcomed, and issei loves his kids, but it was thanks to you that all of this was possible, and he didnât hesitate to show it to you, well or at least he tried.Â
pulling you close to his chest he started trailing kissed from your forehead till he almost reached your lips, you were giggling until you heard a bunch of steps approaching to you. and unfortunately to issei your kids jumped to your frame making their father to change his sit to the armchair.Â
âdad donât be mad is our turn to be with mamaâ Haru said while watching his father with a huge smirk âand also you have been many years with mama before we even were born so donât put that faceâ followed your older daughter sumire who was laughing at his father face meanwhile the two younger ones were nodding at their sistersâ words.Â
you laughed at how much the four of them resembled their dad so much, and even if some of them looked more like you they always ended up inheriting isseiâs attitude, which sometimes played against him. but for issei, even if his kids sometimes clowned him he cherished all the moments he had with them and sometimes even felt sad that one day they would be old enough to not need him anymore, but even so, he would love them anyways.Â
breeding/praise kink + kaeya đ (choose whichever works for you!)
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ᯀ đĄđąđ§đ. hmm how about both at once >:) kaeya + breeding and praise kink for the win. (not proof read)
ᯀ đđđđ„đđđ§đđ„đŠ. kaeya x fem reader.
ᯀ đ§đđđŠ. breeding kink, praise, dirty talk, ** one mention of cum inflation / tummy bulge, creampies, soft dom!kaeya, nickname; good girl, love.
there was nothing that could have prepared you for this outcome. you hadn't expected kaeya to take your words seriously; it was supposed to be an innocent comment when you said that you would like to start a family of your own one day.
the two of you were standing on the balcony, admiring the view of the busy streets of mondstadt which were filled with travelers from many nations. there was a family of four walking around the various stallsâ the two kids giggling while chasing each other around.
âthey're adorable, don't you think?â you sigh dreamily, a faint smile visible on your face as you leaned on the metal bars. âi hope we'll grow and have our own kids together in the future. bet they would look super cute as well.â
kaeya froze in place the moment you uttered that sentence. his thumb that once softly traced patterns on the glass of wine he held stopped in its track as well. it was as if time had been slowed down just for him.
âhmm.. i wonder if they would resemble their dad or thââ you interrupted yourself once you spotted the surprised expression on your boyfriend's face. âkaeya..? hello! earth to kaeya!â
you chuckle while you wave your hand in front of him in attempt to snap him back into reality.
in the meanwhile, kaeya had felt his own cheeks and neck warm up due to your single comment. it was supposed to be an innocent one at that, however his mind immediately skipped to the love making part.
only picturing the way your puffy pussy would be filled with his cum made his cock twitch in his pants. the blue haired man wondered what it would be like to fuck his own cum deeper into your fertile womb, how he can feel and see it overflow and dribble down your plush thighs with each thrust. maybe your lower stomach would slightly bloat due to the multiple loads he pumps into you..
âmhm.â your partner finally responds, however his answer seems rather absent-minded. âcome here, would you?â
that was exactly how you ended up underneath him on his bed after he had picked you up by the waist to go inside. your vision was hazy and your mind went blank with how many times you had came already.
on top of that, kaeya had not even once missed a chance to release his loads as deep into your walls as possible. every single drop was emptied inside of your creamy cunt; he even took the time to scoop up the white liquid after each climax to push it back into youâ using his cock to do so.
âsuch a good girl, huh? keeping all of it inside of your pretty pussy just for me.â he coos with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âyou're doing such a good jobâ letting me use your hole as i please, letting me breed it the way i want to.â
his hips were moving at a ruthless pace, yet his sweet gestures made the tiredness in your own body vanish. his slender fingers traced your jaw before his lips replaced them to place a trail of soft kisses all over your face.
âbeautiful..â his whisper sent shivers down your spine. kaeya's blue locks tickled your face as he bent down to plant another kiss on top of your forehead. â..i consider me blessed to be able to call myself yours.â
it made you smile back at him, your arms wrapping around his neck some more once you noticed that he was about to reach his nth orgasm.
â..you wouldn't mind if i pumped you full of my cum all night, right, love?â he groans, his hips impatiently ramming into yours. âplease. i promise to fill you up real' goodâ 'promise to put a beautiful child in your tummy.â his eyes shut tight.
âlove you s'much.. love you..â his words slowly become slurred as his mind only focuses on spilling all of his seed into your cunt. all of it has to go inside of you. there's no other place that he wants to stuff you full with.
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