#fem reader!

[rubyyworld]

Can someone please write a fic that’s just aang and the reader yearning for eachother? Like just pure love radiating through them and them spending time together and them bending together

And just being happy

[luxxid]

sex in the kitchen.

.

it was the thought of returning home to his pretty little wife that made him happier than anything else. she was there for him when he was agitated, anytime he needed her, and you could even think of it in a sexual sense. But nothing made him happier than returning home to his lover.

the door of the abode opened with a small click, "i'm home." a familiar voice reached your ears as a smile spread across your face. you rushed over to where your husband stood.

"welcome home, love." You embraced him into your warm hands as you removed his coat, and he reciprocated while burying his nose in your neck. you could tell he was tired; his body weight was almost all on top of you.

you combed your hand through his velvety locks. "tired?" you inquired, to which a quiet hum was delivered as a response to the question. his hands started to explore your contours as you giggled softly.

"alright, how about i get dinner ready?" you softly asked, and a nod was felt through your neck as you gently left his embrace and headed towards the kitchen.

it wasn't long before you had set the dinner table up, you had headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water as you felt two hands enveloping your torso. you weren't surprised as this was a common gesture of love from your husband.

his warm breath flowed over your neck as he lowered himself down to your level and delicately brushed the point of his nose against your neck. "i missed you." he slightly muttered, his voice audible enough to reach your ears.

your lips bent into a gentle smile as you drew your arms around his chest. "i missed you too love." you whispered back.

your hands were brushing through his silky strands. the next thing you felt was a sharp stinging sensation, the iron aroma of blood that reached your nostrils, the infatuation, it hurt but at the same time, it was so good. your pupils dilated as your eyes traveled down to your husband's level; the way he had started sucking and drawing blood from your neck out of the blue was bizarre.

"l-love, what are' you doing?" you stammered awkwardly, your voice breaking and your hands quivering, pure adrenaline coursing through your veins; besides the pain, the perception felt so exhilarating.

his siphoning hadn't stopped, he was playing perilous "i want you s' bad. please?" he pled discreetly, but prominence was present in his timbre. what good of a wife would you be if she didn't assist her husband when he's stressed?

"g-guide the way, you faltered gradually, you couldn't claim you weren't enjoying this, you haven't even had enough time to spend time with your husband in the few weeks as he was continuously busy. wasn't this the ideal opportunity to spend with your husband?

he gripped your hips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his lips swiftly met yours, and he positioned you on the kitchen island as his grip on you grew deepened. his lips were kissing you more vociferously than ever. his lips were strawberry-flavored, and his skin was as smooth as buttercream.

soon, each layer of clothing was extirpated from the passion of the juncture. it wasn't long before the both of you were on the kitchen island, all the appliances placed on top of the kitchen island were lying on the ground, and neither of you didn't care about anything else other than each other right now.

you loved him and he loved you. even in this time, that was all that mattered to you.

⚜ PIERRO, KAMISATO AYATO, Pantalone, Tartaglia, SCARAMOUCHE, Diluc, KAEYA, CAPITANO ⚜

[alessabriel]

Karma

Cw. Adam x ReaderDaughterSeraphim, blood, inaccurate representations of Hazbin Hotel heaven and hell, typical canon violence, angst, Lettore! She's a minor seraph and represents innocence (idk if it exists but it fits) and use of "Lettore" which is Reader (only in Italian because it looks cute).

Karma was a bitch at times, and unfortunately he was witnessing it first hand.

Adam felt his soul boil, catch fire on the spot and standing here, still standing next to Sera witnessing what was definitely fracturing his mind, his psyche and everything that could be broken; his daughter, his blood and flesh, his daughter who had been created in his image by god, a daughter who came not from an act, but from a divine creation, a daughter he loved with all his being, who he would love (did she deserve his love? ) and for whom he always intended to return alive, always to return to her to answer all her endless questions and show her every little thing of the human world he brought for her eyes only, he fed her innocent curiosity keeping her within the line no angel or seraph should cross.

He was a coward, whispered a voice in her head.

She could hear the painful sound of something tearing away from the skin, from the body, she could witness something that ensured a hellish pain, but that her daughter kept quietly scratching the floor leaving bleeding marks of her fingers on the white floor and those marks did not leave her mind, the heartbreaking sound of something falling that she did not have the strength to see and a gasp before finding calm, when could her daughter endure such suffering? The sound of tearing was a sound that threatened to rupture her eardrums; a sinuous sound full of suffering in silence, there was not a single wail or sob. No painful wailing dared to come out of his daughter and a suffering that Adam could not calm in his daughter, because he was a coward and did not want to take the opposite, he did not want to but he was shedding tears seeing her, seeing his daughter on the ground hunched over herself and without her wings, without the wings that he had taught her to use, had taught her to fly and how to feel comfortable with her.

His daughter, the daughter he loved above all (Do you really love her? whispered a voice in his mind).

The daughter who always looked at him with admiration in her eyes.

Daughter who always awaited his return in the evenings, with pleasant chats and a dinner they made together.

His little angel that he watched grow, that he raised and that he watched become a seraph.

The daughter he let suffer.

Adam never felt so impotent, dirty and disgusting that at that moment, he did nothing, he could not because something bound him, was it fear, maybe yes, maybe not, but he was a deplorable father, horrible and a filthy coward who could not do anything, and because of his fear, his cowardice, he looked away.

Like the ridiculous coward he was, whispered a voice in Adam's mind.

The silence in the room was sepulchral, worthy of a divine funeral and the older seraphim; Sera only witnessed the younger seraphim (would she have the strength to do the same if she were Emily? ) on the floor, golden blood dripping perpetually staining the white dress and she didn't know if it was fear, regret she felt at her lack of sounds, she only witnessed her scratching the floor with such force that she herself was finishing her nails, but no sound came out of her throat not when her golden halo was unraveling.

"You are aware of the punishment being meted out to you, aren't you Lettore?" question Será with a cold tone, worthy of a merciless executioner.

The younger seraphim; Lettore just regulated her breathing, everything was a mess of voices in her head threatening to break her did she deserve it, she didn't know, she didn't know where she stood and the pain was so overwhelming, but regardless it didn't matter, it would never matter not when what she held were her ideals.

"...I will never take back what I did, what I think" hissed Lettore raising her head for the first time directing an icy and mocking look at the older seraph, years that seemed eternal living in an innocence, a delicate golden cage that father and Sera kept around you, urging you to keep the inhabitants of heaven innocent and oblivious, what a mockery "...you can rip off my wings a thousand times and send me to hell, but I will never accept this damn corrupt heaven."

Adam had never seen his daughter so determined, with so much hatred, cold and mockery in her eyes always bright with love and innocence had she always been like this?

And in the twinkling of an eye, she was thrown into hell, like the hundreds or thousands of sinners that the murderer killed for the second time in each extermination.

[nanamimizz-archived]

tags:this is a very self indulgent piece my b, 18+ minors dni, fem reader!

Jing Yuan, for better or for worse enjoys you - from your sentimental heart to your delicate nature, never will there be a thing that he does not fawn over. Even now he enjoys how you turn the other way when exposed, hiding your flushed face and nervous eyes from his lidded gaze. You both are in the nude, laid in the comfort of your bed and he wouldn’t lie that there is something wicked charming in the fact of taking you before the eyes of your plush companions. Jing Yuan could never claim to be a good man - so he delights in his wicked ways as he eyes the tightness of your nipples and the slope of your hips.

How sweet, how delicate you are beneath him - like a flower freshly bloomed it feels like you could perfectly fit in the palm of his hand.

The sweetest thing of all is the look of half terror half desire in your eyes as you gaze at the width of his cock. It’s large, Jing Yuan is well acquainted with his size and he laughs at the pitiful whimper you let out at the sight of it. Your legs had pressed shut before its visage and he pushed them aside with little effort. He is a man of the blade, your pitiful strength is only something to be laughed at when compared to his. 

A golden eye leers down at you - the curls of hair from your pelvis are sticky from the two releases he ripped from you and the fingers that hold your left thigh are still tacky from being inside of you. You are soft and sticky, inner thighs webbed with your release; more than ready to take him but you tremble beneath the breadth of him. His cock rests against the seam of your cunt, the head is more than flush with the pearl of your clit throbbing in its hood.

You gasp and he teases.

“Are you so frightened? Surely I’ve prepared you enough.” He purrs all too much like the lion that lounges in his main room and you wither beneath him - the flower in his palm wilts as you whine.

“It’s just - so, big. What if it hurts?” You mumble out even when he kisses you in between your stumbling words and you taste the tea he drank on his tongue. He laughs at you, condescending in its timbre and you only whimper at the sound. The head of his cock is now pressed to the centers of the petals of your cunt, he can feel your slick trickle down to the salty head and he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth.

Affection paired with snickering teases, your poison of choice.

“It will,” His head presses in and you gasp - ankles coming to cross over the small of his back as he presses deeper and deeper inside of you. “Even if I have to break you for it, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

 His words are as true as they are a jest and you squeal as name as you take more of his cock. The truth is wrapped in the glittering wrapping of a tease but you know the gravity of his words hangs as heavy as the cock inside of you. You look up into gold eyes with tears in your own, your stomach gives and you wonder - is this how his foes felt when they look up at him? Knowing they will receive no mercy, and neither would you.

[iluvjass]

ೀ ׅ ۫ .SHE THE TYPE !. .

jinishi x f!reader ﾉ fluff ﾉ reader isn’t human nor weak. ﾉ not proofread ﾉjinishi may be ooc. ﾉ mentions of trauma.

ADULTS OVER THE AGE OF 29 DNI!

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type of woman to check up on your mental health daily.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type of woman to write you letters while she’s away.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type of woman to learn more about affection while with you.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type of woman to gift you random things like white jewelry.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type of woman to not be embarrassed while she holds your hand in public.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type to not glare back at any person who tries to flirt with you.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type to do skincare together when you force her to stop overworking herself

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type of woman to comfort you if you have any bad trauma.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type of woman to get a little shy when you give her a back massage

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE is the type of woman to help you with your studies if your in college.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . SHE the type to slowly but steadily loves hugging you.

[luxxid]

"take it all, it's all for you." he breathed out as his cock kept pounding into your prodding hole as you tried to keep up with his inhumane pace.

you whined gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles turned white. "mhmm! slow down!" jubilation was present in the way you screamed, he knew very well he was the only one who could make you scream like that.

when was that and how long ago? it all started because you and he got into a conversation about kids. a small version of your husband is something you've always enjoyed the thought of doing. whatever you were comfortable doing, he always supported you.

he groaned as he came into you, the belts of his white seed filled you with ecstasy as you collapsed into the soft white sheets.

his thrusting had ceased for some time as he lowered himself down, his soft lips meeting your own as you felt something softly caress your tummy. a finger tracing down your abdomen, a finger that belonged to the person above you.

"m' sorry if i was too rough," he replied in a whisper, his voice echoing through the quiet room which was once filled with groans and moans, was now suffused with silence and nature's sounds.

"mm, you weren't, don't worry," you replied softly to your husband as he lowered himself down to your level and buried his face into the crook of your neck. you could tell he was in a state of silent anxiety.

you combed your hand through his soft hair, he seemed to be comforted when you did that certain action. one thing you noticed was, his hands never left your belly. his warm hand was still there.

"i love you," he said, his face was concealed, but you could tell, he was brimmed with excitement. possibly the thought of you bearing his child was one reason.

who knew if you were nurturing the product of your husband's love? the thought of raising a child alongside your love was always a happy one.

"we love you more, love." was all you murmured back to your husband as the darkness enveloped you in a sweet slumber.

⚜ DILUC, Kaeya, ALBEDO, ZHONGLI, CYNO, TARTAGLIA, VENTI, AETHER, KAMISATO AYATO, THOMA, Scaramouche, KAZUHA ⚜

[luxxid]

"come on pretty girl, keep going," he said into your ears, his words reverberating in your head. Everything was going pink and black in your eyes.

his digits never ceased scissoring your sticky cunt, the way your cunt drank from his fingers like it was an open invitation. He couldn't seem to get enough of you.

it was too good for you to handle, the euphoria of hedonism and overall happiness got you high for even the simple touch of your husband.

"i c-can't take i-it anymore'!" your wordless remark was interrupted short by a hand that wrapped around your lips, gently extracting from your cunt.

"I don't think I ever gave you permission to talk, darling girl." The echo behind you sounded dangerous. You knew better than to defy your husband, didn't you?

"if you're going to keep up that attitude dear, I'll be the one that gets to decide if you get to cum tonight."

you knew very well he wouldn't go easy on you tonight

⚜ KAEYA, CYNO, Itto, SCARAMOUCHE, Tartaglia, TIGHNARI ⚜