"I don't think she loves me." He said, looking at your sleeping baby.
You paused for a second, wondering if you heard him right then wondering if he truly felt that way. But, you husband was typically serious.
"What do you mean? Of course she loves you." You respond instantly, not wanting the thought of his 3 month old daughter hating him to take root in his brain.
“i know, but I’m always gone on missions she probably doesn’t even know who I am.”
“I assure you she does.” You smile, thinking about all the times her face lit up when he walked in her lane of sight.
He nodded as he continued getting ready for bed, but you could tell it still bothered him.
Before he turned off the light, he stood over her crib, kissed her forehead and said, "I love you, my precious princess."
Maybe she heard him and understood or maybe she was just having a happy dream, but as soon as he said that, her tiny sleeping face scrunched up into a little smile.
"You're right," He whispered to no one in particular, "but I love you most." He whispered to his little girl.
Sleepy mornings with your favorite Magic Knight Captain ♡
"Yami...."
A soft whisper escapes your lips, followed by a grunt as you adjust yourself beneath the said man. The weight of his body was suffocating, yet comforting at the same time.
You decide to give him a little bit of a nudge, nothing too strong but nothing too light either. He doesn't respond, still deep in his slumber as you try to fend off the rising sun's beams blazing in from the cracked window of the Black Bull's hideout.
After a moment of silence and the acceptance of defeat, you feel Yami adjust himself on top of you, followed by a soft grunt. His muscular arms find purchase around your mid-section, tightening just a bit.
Your arms move to reciprocate his actions, allowing one of your hands to slip up towards the base of his neck. A soft hum leaves the man as he feels your hand snake up towards his hair. You allow your fingertips to massage his scalp slowly and gently as you admire his breathtaking features.
The birds chirped cheerfully while you both lay tangled up with one another. Your fingers continue to card through his messy locks as you wait for the Magic Knights Captain to wake from his slumber. You feel his head adjust, nosing at the crook of your neck as he finally cracks his eyes open.
This catches your attention. Your hand comes to a halt.
"...mnn"
He groans in protest, his head moving slowly to prop his chin up on your chest. His eyes are still heavy, half-lidded as he meets your soft gaze.
"Good Morning," you whispered out softly, tilting your head down towards him with a soft curl to your lips, "Sleepyhead." Your hands finally continue to move through his locks, something that he definitely appreciated.
Yami only grunts in response, plopping his head back down into the crook of your neck. He plants a lazy kiss there before closing his eyes again. You can't find it in you to be mad at him for wanting to return to bed when he looks so relaxed. And of course, there was no better way to enjoy this moment than closing your eyes once again to fall into a comfortable silence.
A deep breath leaves the man's nose before you feel your position swiftly move from underneath him to beside him. His arms are still firmly wrapped around you, pulling your head closer to his chest this time. You can feel the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart as you allow yourself to breathe in his natural musk.
"Good Morning." He finally drawled out, voice barely above a whisper but full of rasp and sleep. You can't help but shiver at the sound of his deep, rumbly voice. The half-awake man leans down to place another peck on your forehead. His hands move to follow your ministrations from earlier, now massaging your scalp to lull you back to sleep.
Both you and Yami stay like this for a little while longer until there's a loud knock coming from the opposite side of the Captain's door. The said captain lets out an exaggerated groan, not wanting to give the uninvited guest a real answer.
Another knock followed along with a loud and boisterous voice.
"Captain Yami! It's time to get up!" Exclaims Asta from the other side. Your lover groans one more time before he wills himself to give his member a response.
"What the hell do you want? Leave us alone will ya?" Comes his response, much softer than his normal retorts that poor little Asta receives daily. You can hear Asta whine and grumble to himself as his footsteps disappear down the hallway.
Neither of you move to get up. The warmth far too peaceful to interrupt; however, it was beginning to get quite rowdy outside in the lobby. Multiple sounds of laughter and a big BOOM could be heard, making your body jolt.
"I guess it's time we get up..." You hushed out, separating your body just an inch from his to make eye contact. His gaze locks with yours, lingering for a second before he huffs, "I suppose so."
You can see the small pout forming on his gruff features, lips tugging slightly downwards. Who would've thought the great big and bad Yami Sukehiro would be so cute and pouty?
One of your hands moves to cup the side of his face, his head tilting to lean into it as your thumb brushes his lower lip. His stubble tickles your palm a bit as you lean in closer, your breaths mingling and ghosting over one another. A breathy laugh emits from you, brushing past his lips. His brows furrow at your quiet laughter.
You whisper out a soft, "You're so cute when you're sleepy." before finally closing in with a soft peck on his lips, hand still resting on his cheek.
A/N: Uhm hi! I just started rewatching Black Clover and just really really wanted to write for Yami as my first post. Proofreading def did not happen.
Not just in bed but in general. He loves picking you up, pinning you, carrying you. He does not care if there are others around, he'll still do it. Ya'll arrive home and he picks you up, carries you to the bedroom all while your parents watch.
One time you guys were going on a walk and you were starting to get tired. You say "Baby I'm too tired. Carry me pout" jokingly but then he actually does. He carried you all the way back home, all while people were watching. He didn't care. You're his baby.
He's just so playful with you. He thinks you're so cute and adorable he can't help but pick you up and baby you. After dinner the first thing he'd do is carry you out of your chair and sit you on the counter next to the sink, and then he'll get the plates so he can wash them while you watch.
You'd be modeling some of the cute clothes you bought yourself and on the last one he'll get up and start feeling the fabric on your hips then slowly trace his hands upwards, bringing your arms up and just like that your wrists end up in his grip. And with a smirk, he goes to kiss your neck.
Playfights are always you going at it and him barely even trying and still winning. You'd either be laying on your back pinned by him or laying on your tummy with him caging you. Either way, playfights always lead to him seriously manhandling you.
Men who have a sick satisfaction of fingering your cunt while you struggle to stay on your feet
He loves whenever you act bratty or quick witted with him ,He would just be quiet and smile politely at you in public and brush it off as a joke in front of everybody else but once you guys settle back home he will taunt you for hours.
He would simply corner you in the living room and roughly pull you towards him as he he holds your neck to kiss your stubborn mouth passionately yet asserting dominance.Your breath would get heavier and you would even beg him to satisfy that hot build up ache that he has cause.He would give you a half teasing smile and act as if you asked him the most hardest question just for the sake of you needing him more than usual.
But your desperate eyes was getting glassy so why would he ever turn down he’s lovely girl ,He’s rough yet gentle hands slowly pry between your legs as he slowly caress your damp panties.Your knees slightly buckling and you slip a frustrated moan.
“F-fuck baby just remove it”
You would demand him and he would just tsk at that demand and give you what you wanted ,He would remove your panties and with precise he circles your clit which almost made you lose balance and he would just chuckle at that and continue circling your achey clit,You let out soft whines and moans on how good every movement felt.
Yet unfortunately this was a trap that you fell into cause for the past solid 10minutes which felt like an hour he kept you standing with him slowly fingering your soft cunt as your legs shake and buckle from pleasure and exhaustion,You were now a whimpering mess begging him to allow you to sit or to even hold onto him.
“Aww is my sweetheart tired ,oh no you not honey you are a strong girl right?”
He would ask with a mock grin as he gently stroke your clit with his thumb and insert a finger in your warm cunt as you let a broken whine and trying to hold onto him for balance but he wouldn’t allow you to do so which made you feel more humiliated and vulnerable.
“Cmon baby speak up where is my bossy girl now mhm?”
Every condescending question wrapped with false curiosity made your pussy clench around more and he would just tsk at you and continue playing with your pussy and rubbing your puffy clit .
Maybe this was the only way to get you to shut up
@kirtingling2026
Hey girlies im finally back to posting hope yall enjoy remember im not tht good in English but im learning ❤️
When a thief sneaks in to steal from the princess, he finds himself attracted by another prize. Or, he fucks you while you're sleeping but then you 'turn the tables' on him. Get it?
Contains: somnophilia, dubcon (both ways), creampie, overstimulation, character unspecified, female reader, eventual dom!reader if you're patient, princess reader, concubines mentioned, afab genetalia for reader, written in a horny haze as soon as i woke up, no beta we die like my sanity
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As the princess of a far off, untitled kingdom, it wasn't often you were able to rest so early in the evening.
So used to the usual banquets, meetings, and balls, it came as a bit of a surprise when you find yourself alone in your room, with no maids to attend you and no responsibilities for the rest of the evening.
A rather welcome surprise.
Dusk had fallen not merely an hour ago, but you quickly ready yourself for a peaceful, full night of rest that you haven't experienced in weeks.
Lights off, soft sheets on, and only the moonlight to keep you company.
For once, it isn't long before you drift of.
He shouldn't be here.
That much is obvious, at least, to every thief.
But as he slips through the window without a sound, he realizes he really shouldn't be here.
This is your room, the princess.
Your body laying under the covers which tastefully outline your curves says that much.
Not that he knows you. Well, everyone knows you, he supposes. The eldest princess, first in line for the thrown. Your beauty and kindness are renowned throughout the land, though it was also said that you seldom left the castle grounds.
And now, here he was. Supposed to be focused on breaking away with as many valuables as he could successfully manage, while really just taking in the princess he had never been lucky enough to lay eyes upon.
He doesn't know how long he's stood there, just looking at you, when you shift slightly, a quiet sigh slipping through your lips.
Before he's consciously aware of his body's movements, the mattress dips beneath his weight as he slowly crawls towards you.
He finds himself holding his breath. Up close, the moonlight bounces off your skin, which is mostly hidden by the soft sheets. That won't do.
A hand comes up to draw the blankets back. Peeling the edge of the sheet down, his breath catches in his throat. Your body is completely bare under the sheets. He hurriedly pulls away the rest. This is wrong, more wrong than anything he's done in his whole miserable life of thieving.
But god, he'd never wanted anything in his life more than he needs you now.
Your body is soft and pliant as he removes the rest of the sheets, your warmth seeping into the surrounding air.
He hesitates for barely a second before bringing his hand to cup your breast, gently rolling the nipple in his rough fingertips.
You release another sigh, still in the depths of sleep.
His fingers trail lower. Brushing down your stomach, taking a detour down and up your inner thigh, before resting at your entrance.
So dirty, he berates himself, that he's performing an action so abhorrent.
It only makes his cock harder.
Rubbing at your slit, while his other hand moves to toy with your clit, you start to become slick. A soft whimper escapes your lips as he pushes a thick finger in, your walls clenching down on him.
"So tight…." He murmurs, fingering you slow and deep.
Your hips shift as you meet his thrusts vaguely, still no closer to waking than you were.
He can't take it any longer. Slipping his trousers off, he strokes himself as he fits another finger into you. Scissoring deep in your warmth, he strokes himself off with his other hand, spreading his quickly gathering pre from the tip. His low grunts occasionally fill the room, and after enduring the wait for far longer than he wanted to, he slipped his fingers out.
Further lubing his length with slick covered fingers, he brings his blunt tip to your slick entrance.
"So fuckin' good for me," he groans as he breaches your entrance.
You let out a whimper at the size, though your eyes remain shut.
He groans deep, rough thumb rubbing at your clit to make the access smoother. Your tight walls grip him ruthlessly, milking his cock nice and hard.
Not many could say they got to fuck the princess, he thinks with a huffed laugh, bottoming out. He can barely make himself pause, pulling out a few inches and shoving himself back in.
Your whines and moans are only a distraction that could alert someone of his presence. He rests a finger on your tongue, watching your mouth close around it and muffle your sounds at least slightly.
That's quickly pushed to the back of his mind as you tighten around him, his ministrations against your clit paying off.
He doesn't think he can hold it much longer now.
As thrusts begin to speed up, he pays less and less attention to your face. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, as he spurts hot cum into your pussy.
Continuing as he rides his high, he doesn't see your eyes open or your arms moving. Doesn't notice anything until you've used his distracted and weak state to flip him over.
"Wha-"
"Must be embarassing, coming so fast. I was barely beginning to enjoy it." Your hand finds his softened cock, stroking it.
"Wait, stop, I'm-"
"Sensitive? That's too bad. I have to get my fill too, you know?" Grinning, you rub his tip, giggling at his pained whimper. "It's the least you can do, you know, after what you were doing. Did I say you could come in my pussy?"
He tries to pull his hips from your touch, but your weight on top of him keeps him unable to run.
You grip his cock harshly. "Did I?"
"N-no!" He cries, cock returned to full hardness. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please,"
Repeating his action from earlier, you push a couple fingers in his mouth. He knows better than to bite down. "Shh, it's alright. You're a thief, yeah? Is that why you came in here?" Your voice is soft, cooing at him sympathetically.
He nods, eyes widening as you guide his tip back to your cunt. He sucks on your fingers, not admitting to himself the comfort the feeling brought.
"I'll make sure you're provided for, here." With a smile, you sink down on his cock, letting out a low moan along with him. "You'll stay, of course."
He barely takes in your words, not knowing whether to push into your heat or pull out of it. It's too much and not enough, and he feels himself approaching the edge.
You feel him twitch. "Close again? Seems you might need some training."
Roving your hips back and forth, you pull his hand back to your clit. He should really make himself useful, since you're letting him do this. Such a big, buff man and all he can do now is whine.
Your pace increases as the two of you get closer, and you lay over him a bit more to change the angle. "Fuck, this is all you're good for, isn't that right?"
You become breathless, chasing your high. It catches you off guard when he pathetically squirts what's left of his load into your pussy.
Normally you'd like to punish him for such behavior. But he's new, and you suppose you've been mean to him enough for one night.
Tears fill his eyes at even more increasing sensitivity, but it doesn't take much longer for you to finish. Clenching tight around him, you come, feeling the waves of pleasure crash through your body.
After letting yourself recover for a beat, you get up on shaky legs, putting on a robe. And knocking on your door to signal the guards.
They're about used to it at this point, picking up the confused but boneless man and bringing him to the rest of your collection.
You're excited to see how he gets along with the rest of the concubines, after all.
Mammon, TOJI, Yami, Mushitaro?, Shigaraki, Shiu, and any other pathetic man character you want! for gits and shiggles lowk buggy the clown
a bit suggestive, but just something silly i thought out while watching a filler :3
you wandered the halls of the black bulls hideout, searching for your captain, who seemed devoid of every responsibility said title held. you only had a question about a mission you were preparing for, yet you passed vanessa and magna having a drinking contest, luck trying to fight asta, even charmy trying to shove strawberry shortcakes in gauche’s mouth while he caressed a picture of his sister. still, no yami.
that was until you wandered down the darker halls that led to the back door, which had a straight shot to yami’s room. he loved drinking, coming home quite late in the night, choosing the back door as to not run into any of the runts on the way in.
first, you heard deep muttering. then, scraping on the walls. you saw him; completely nude (save his grimoire belt), hair disheveled, cigarette hanging from his lips, leaning against the raspy stone walls of the old castle.
“oh, captain!” you exclaimed, turning your back to the raven-haired man with red cheeks, “where-where’d your clothes go?!” you thought for a moment before turning back, narrowing your eyes at his own. “did you go gambling again?”
“guilty asss charged,” he slurred, a smirk painting his expression, “now i gotta wait for my next damn check to make this bet money back!”
“you’re naked, and you’re worried about money?!” you smacked his bicep, barely enough for him to feel it beneath his extra large muscles.
“don’ mind bein’ naked when ’m around you,” he muttered as you pushed him along to his room. thankfully you were standing behind him, or he’d be able to see how flustered his words made you.
“bed time!” you led him down the hallway still, choosing to ignore his last comment, lest you end up in his bed tonight.
