Come this way, @xiaos-wrld, to meet your new best friend...
Unfortunately, Moonlit Shelter is closed indefinitely.
Featuring: Zayne, gn!reader
Contents: Hurt/comfort, nightmare(reader), death(in nightmare), kissing, cuddling to a degree
Wordcount: 778
The only thing you remember as you jolt awake is gunshot—dodge—blood—Zayne—
You hear your own voice yelling his name as you thrash around, only growing more panicked as something binds you down.
Tears start to fall out of your eyes, but you're too consumed by your emotions to care.
Something else is suddenly touching your thigh, but it's—different. Whatever's touching you now is warm and soothing and familiar. You freeze altogether, just for a moment, and that's enough for your head to catch up to your ears.
"Darling, I'm right here." That voice is familiar too, deep and sturdy. "You had a nightmare. You've gotten yourself tangled in the blankets. I just need you to stay still for a moment so I can get you out."
You let out a confused whimper, the warmth spreading from your thigh battling against the darkness still clouding your head.
"Zayne…?"
It can't be, right? His blood was just on your hands, he'd just died in your arms—
"Yes, my love. Right here." There's more warmth as a body presses against yours, and familiarity finally melts into recognition. "You're alright, and I'm alright. I don't know what you dreamed about, but I assure you, it wasn't real."
Dreamed about. It wasn't real. He's alive.
The blankets are gone when your brain finally catches up to the situation—probably his doing—so you surge up to pull him into a desperate kiss, trying to remind yourself just how alive he is.
He gives in easily, falling back and resting his hands on your hips to steady you. You press yourself further against him and reach up to grasp his hair, the silky strands slipping between your fingers grounding you to the present.
"You died on me." You say it between heaving breaths like it's a statement of fact. He raises a pointed eyebrow. "In—in my dream. You jumped in front of a bullet I had already dodged and—and…you were just gone. In my lap. Your blood all over my hands."
Beautiful hazel widens then settles into that heavy sort of understanding; the one that tells you he's had the exact same nightmare in reverse.
"I'm sorry, my love." It sounds so sincere, like he's genuinely upset about something he did in your dream. "I know firsthand how real nightmares can feel; how they tend to linger even after you open your eyes."
You huff and smack the back of his neck, not even earning a flinch in return. "That. And. I hate the idea of you jumping in front of a bullet for me." He opens his mouth like he's about to interrupt, so you press a kiss to his lips to stop him before continuing. "Let's face it, you'd have better odds of keeping me alive then the other way around. And I want to live without you about as much as you do without me."
That at least earns an amused noise that was almost a laugh. "That is to say, you'd rather die right alongside me?"
You flash a dark grin, lacing your voice with faux cheer. "Exactly! So can we agree for you to not get yourself killed for me then?"
He hums in that careful way that tells you his answer won't be exactly what you're looking for. "I can't speak for what will happen on instinct, if that situation ever arises." You open your mouth to argue, but he uses your own tactics against you and blocks it with a kiss.
"However. I understand that I am your everything, the same way you are mine." His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb gliding under your eye with reverence. "So I will try to keep your feelings in mind during tense situations such as fights."
He lets out a chuckle that's laced with the barest hint of bitterness. "And as much as I hate to admit it, you're correct; out of the two of us, it would be better for you to take a non-lethal shot."
You let your face shift into a smirk as you lean into his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. "Well, that's enough of an agreement for me."
Another hum rumbles through your ears as he slips his hand around your neck and pulls you back down into a kiss.
"Good, then we can do this until you fall back asleep." The whispered words against your lips makes you shiver, and you don't bother to answer him.
You don't need to, the way you collapse against him is enough.
As long as you have Zayne, not even nightmares can hold you down.
A/N: Ahansjdjdnngn I hope you guys liked this one. It really fought me on the way out and I have no idea why(okay I do but I'm not gonna point any fingers rn)
But I think it's still pretty good! Maybe!! I don't know, my brain is fried T-T
Kinktober Day 21: Squirting
This man has my heart ong
My works: enjoy
Bye now - Mars ♡
Suguru had just finished a dangerous mission, the ugly taste of curses still lingering on his tongue. He felt utterly disgusting. And although Satoru had given him candies to ease the taste of curses on his tongue, it was still very prevalent.
Suguru took a long cold shower and got dressed, heading up to your dorm. He finds you by your desk, head buried in the textbook as you study.
He walks over to you, hugging you tightly, kissing you softly, he pulls back slightly, “is my breath okay?”
“Yes, Suguru. Curses again?”
“Mhm” he scoops you up and takes you over to the bed, “I can still taste them, it’s so disgusting”
You held your boyfriend as he told you about his day. At one point you started braiding his hair as you listened attentively. He rest his head against your breasts, shoulders slumping into you.
“Suguru?”
“I need a distraction right now” he simply states, raising his head up to look at you, “Can I eat you out?”
“Um… yeah” the sudden request caught you off guard, but if it was what your boyfriend wanted, you had no problem giving that to him.
Suguru stripped you down, kissing his way down your body, finally settling between your legs. He gently pecks your pussy, using his fingers to spread your folds open.
He leans down and licks the wetness there, sucking softly on your clit. Suguru positions himself comfortably, propping your legs over his shoulder. He intertwines his fingers with yours, burying his face into your pussy.
Suguru worships your cunt, licking and sucking gently, never once letting up. He closes his eyes, shoving his tongue deep into your hole, for a moment he just stills, grounding himself in the way your walls clench around his tongue.
Suguru makes you cum over and over again until you’re trembling and crying out his name in broken moans. He doesn’t once stop, desperate for your taste to overpower the taste of curses on his tongue.
He continues his ministrations on your pussy, your core tight with pleasure building, threatening to break. Your moans loud and needy, thighs squeezing around his head.
The intense feeling snaps, the dam breaking as you let out a cry of his name, squirting against his face. Suguru latches his mouth on your pussy, drinking down everything you give. His brows furrow as he swallows down your sweet juices.
The sight between your thighs is messy, Suguru's face is drenched and yet he continues to smother himself in your pussy, not letting a drop of you go to waste.
Finally, he props his chin on your mons pubis, looking at you with those dreamy eyes, there is a soft content smile on his face. “I only taste you,” he whispers softly, kissing your tummy, “I love you”
“I love you too” you prop yourself up on your elbows, reaching out and caressing his cheek softly, “So damn much, it pains me to see you suffer like this”
Suguru closes his eyes and lean into your touch, “You make it better”
It became a routine of sorts, anytime Suguru had to swallow those nasty curses, he’d come home and eat you out until you were drenching his face and filling his senses with the taste of you.
Kinktober Day 7: Overstimulation
i need him
My works: enjoy
Bye now - Mars ♡
You had lost count of how many times the bastard made you come. Truly, you were at your wits end. The night started just like any other with your needy playful husband sweet talking you and whispering sweet naughty words against your skin.
Pressing soft teasing kisses in all of your sensitive spots. Then guiding you to the couch and pampering you with affection. Letting your hair down from the braid it was in, massaging your scalp, brushing your hair, and kissing your shoulder.
Douma kisses got more heated as the night progressed, fangs gracing against your neck as he sucks hickeys onto your sensitive skin.
Then he had you spread out, sitting on his lap, his legs spread wide to keep yours open. He sneakily slid his hands down your body, toying with your clit.
He was rambling on about testing your limits, wanting you to make him proud but with the way he worked your body you couldn’t focus on his words.
Head rolling back against his shoulder as you cum for the umpteenth time. Douma has one hand pressed against your plush tummy, the other working torturously against your clit. Two fingers buried deep inside you as he pumps them relentlessly.
Truthfully he wanted to test how many of his fingers you could fit in that sweet little pussy but you forbid him from fingering you with his nails and he only clipped two before you two started.
And he wasn’t about to let that stop him, two fingers was all he needed to wreck his sweet wife.
He leans down, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking down at the work of art between your thighs, slick everywhere and you’re dripping on his pants.
Douma whispers filthy promises of what he plans to do to you tonight, he laughs when he feels you clench around his fingers. Then he pulls them out of your weary hole and lands a sharp slap against your throbbing clit.
You scream out, thighs shaking, “Such a greedy little thing” he muses sweetly, rubbing soothing circles over your sensitive bud.
“Ssshh,” he nips at your earlobe, “I know you can give me one more, you want to make me proud, don’t you, sweetheart?” his voice is condescending and his words make you want to scream and cry in frustration, in defeat.
Douma uses his fingertip, his sharp nail, to trace your folds, “One day I’m going to carve my name into this fat pussy so that the world knows you belong to me” he promises. His other hand grabs your chin and turns your face, he captures your lip in a hungry all-consuming kiss.
“One more, pretty wife” he coos, thumb already back on your clit, middle and ring finger slipping inside you with ease from how wet you are, “Gimme one more, make me so proud” he says giddily, fingers working relentlessly inside your gummy walls, abusing that sweet spot.
Your thighs clench and you cry out his name, hands flying down to grip his wrist in a weak attempt to push him away, it feels so good, too good, you want him to stop but you want to explode from the pressure building inside your core.
He pinches your clit and that’s it, you squirt, hard. It soaks his hands, his pants, making a mess underneath you. You cry out as he keeps going, keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers inside you.
Too much, too much, too much!!!
“Almost there” he praises softly, kissing your head
You can barely think straight, vision going blurry as you slip in and out of consciousness, finally passing out against Douma.
Kinktober Day 27: Temperature Play
Ladies & germs i am not caught up with fire force so don't come for me
My work: enjoy
Bye now - Mars ♡
For weeks you've been pestering your husband with the idea. And for weeks Shinmon has been saying no.
Why did the god he didn't believe in gift him with a stubbornly persistent wife like you. But, goodness, did he love you.
So when you asked again, for the millionth time, he caved. In his defense, anyone would if they saw your mesmerizing eyes and beautiful smile. He was a simple man he'd like to think, simple indeed.
With a sigh, he tsk and encircled your waist with his strong arms, drawing you closer to him
"Are you happy?" He asks in amusement, a soft smile present on his face.
"Mhm"
"This is dangerous, you're aware I could burn you"
"I trust you"
"Foolish woman" he leaned down and kissed you softly.
"First and only time, I'm just indulging you because you are as curious as those strays you feed"
The smile that takes over your face is contagious, damn you for making his heart feel like this.
He kisses your shoulder, helping you out of your kimono. He heats the tips of his fingers, slowly dragging them down your side. He can't deny the satisfaction he gets from your soft gasps and shudders.
He kneels in front of you, kissing your tummy. He eases your panties down your thighs, letting his fingertips, still warm from his flames, deliberately dragging down your thighs.
You card your fingers through his hair, effectively brushing the strands away from his face.
Shinmon guides one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand gripping your hips. He buries his face between your thighs. The heat there rivaling the heat on his fingertips. "You are..." he sighs deeply, "Perfect. And all mine"
Benimaru licks and sucks your cunt, messily making out with your pussy. He grabs your ass, fingers hot against the soft fat there, burying his nose between your folds, tongue deep in your pussy.
He hoisted you up swiftly, lifting you up and taking you over to the bed. He cages you with his body, burying his face into your neck. He bites your neck, hands spreading your thighs wider to slot himself in between them.
His fingers are hot against your soft flesh, holding your legs open as he ruts against your heat. “I need you, my love” he grunts, guiding his cock between your folds. He presses his thumb against his cock, keeping the thick monstrous length between your folds are he guides his cock between your wetness.
He uses his powers to heat up his cock, guiding his hot cock into your equally hot cunt. Groaning softly when you clamp down tightly around him.
He groans and starts thrusting like a feral beast into you, hot cock deep in your pussy is deliciously overwhelming. He keeps you spread open as he buries himself deeper and deeper, chasing that peak.
His hands are heated on your body, lips burning against your throat as he bites hickeys after hickeys onto your skin. His cock hot into your gummy walls as he forces himself deeper and deeper.
Benimaru cums with you, his lips finding yours in the heat of the moment, swallowing your moans, he keeps himself buried deep inside you.
Shinmon rolls you over, keeping his cock inside of you, holding you on his chest. He kisses your forehead softly, “Did I hurt you?”
A yellow glow creeped along the shadowed floor. The lanterns they emenated from sat in the ever busy hall. A door was slid shut. Clothes then rustled softly in the corner.
Your back still turned to the entrance, you opened an eye. Half-asleep, you still replied, "Welcome back."
More shifting.
Then, a dip in the mattress behind you.
"Y'know, you don't have ta keep waitin' up for me."
You hummed softly, smile subconsciously working itself on your lips. Maybe it was the familiar rasp of voice, the heap of warmth comforting your back, or the muscular pull of arms drawing you closer, but you couldn't keep the giddy joy from blooming in your chest.
"I know, but I like the extra time with you."
A gentle nuzzle into the nape of your neck.
"You see me everyday ... Surprised you're not tired of me yet."
A giggle held back by fingers to your lips. "I could never."
And it was true. Even after days and days of repeated minute long check ins, you never grew tired of seeing him, hearing him, or anything of the sort. All it did was make you more excited for those almost routinely moments. Though you weren't sure if there was ever a way you could convince him you meant that.
"Did everything go well today?"
"Mhmm. The girls caused more trouble than usual but it was handled."
"Hika and Hina? I can take care of them for you tomorrow."
"It's alright, Konro's on it."
"Damn, beat me to it again."
"I asked him to."
As you shifted around, he used a strong arm to lift the blanket till you were face to face. His tired eyes were half-lidded, brows relaxed from their frown, and thick lips set in their usual pout. His pulse was low and steady, a natural lullaby to sooth you to sleep. The X and O of his pupils tracked you slowly. Nature's way of allowing him to say "hugs and kisses" without needing to open his mouth, you liked to joke, the deep pink of his irises used as further evidence as they were "the color of love" (he was not amused).
"Why not ask me? I'm sure he'd like a break too."
"Cause we're going out tomorrow." He placed a large hand on your hip, thumb caressing the soft flesh. "And I'm waking you up early so get some sleep."
"Not if I wake up first."
"Heh, sure."
"I'm really looking forward to it. But, you know I can help you out with things like this."
He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "Thanks, but I don't want them to cause you trouble. I know they developed more of my ... less admirable qualities."
Smiling, you draped an arm over his back. Fingers traced the outline of well-defined muscles and down the length of his spine. Maybe it was cause of his training or cause he was simply used to it, but he didn't shiver or flinch under your ministrations.
"Well if I can handle you, I think I can handle two kids."
His lips finally curled into that rare smile. "I'm sure you could."
A deep yawn escaped him and you subconsciously followed suit.
"Get some sleep. You stayed up late waiting for me so I'm sure you're tired."
You tucked your head against his firm chest. His warm scent enveloped your senses like a cozy hearth, another factor that would ease your into a quick slumber. He rested his chin atop you, large arms hugging you closer.
"Since you work so hard everyday, I'll let you rest. But we're talking about this tomorrow."
"After tomorrow."
"Why not tomorrow?"
"Like I said, I'm taking you out. No worrying about anything but where you wanna go next and if you're happy."
Closing your eyes, a smile lifted your lips.
"Alright, fine. After tomorrow. But don't think a day out is gonna make me forget you keep going to Konro for help."
He nipped at your ear. "I'm sure I can find other things to distract you with. Now go to sleep."
You laughed and nuzzled closer. "Goodnight Captain Shinmon, you stubborn lug."
"Not the Captain right now. Just Benimaru."
You kissed his jaw, "Goodnight, Benimaru. See you in the morning."
you swear, you need to grow eyes in the back of your head.
zayne’s hand freezes on the roof of your nearly finished gingerbread house, where it was seconds from stealing yet another gumdrop.
he clears his throat, wise enough to look guilty. “it was crooked. i was merely straightening it.”
snorting, you grab an extra tube of icing and shut the top drawer. “you’ve eaten at least six of them already, and that’s only the ones i’ve seen. were you straightening those, too?”
“i was.”
“oh, really? so you’re criticizing my decorating skills now?”
“…is it too late to change my answer?”
you sigh and sit back down at the dining table. “we still have to decorate our cookies. then you can eat them.”
while he nods resolutely, you pass him one of the two gingerbread men sitting on your snowman plate. when he eyes it greedily, looking intent on doing anything but decorating, you think better of it.
“actually,” you start, slowly dragging his cookie back to you. “why don’t you supervise? i’ll do both of these myself.”
a deep frown forms on his lips. “you want me to sit here and watch you work?”
“call it…protecting the merchandise. but here.” you grab a stray stick of rock candy and hold it out to him. “open.”
fighting the pink tinge on his cheeks, he complies. you pop the candy into his mouth, satisfied when he starts sucking quietly.
“i should be done by the time it dissolves. sit tight.”
now that your cookie counterparts aren’t in immediate danger, you can actually focus on the design. starting with zayne’s, you line the face with icing before drawing a stethoscope around the neck. then, you add on a tiny pair of glasses, careful not to mess up its slight smile. it’s almost perfect, but something feels like it’s missing…
“zayne? how far does your lab coat usually reach?”
wordlessly, he points to the gingerbread man's thigh, and you draw a line to mark the spot. “thank you.”
before long, the cookie is cloaked in white. when a wise-looking gingerbread doctor stares up at you, it’s time to move on to your own cookie. you draw the eyes and mouth just like before, pausing to add a scarf and hat, too. it’s snowing today, after all.
pleased with the final product, you nod to yourself and prepare to clean up. but zayne stops you before you can screw the icing cap back on.
for the first time in minutes, his concentration leaves the candy. “your smile should be wider,” he advises.
as you make the adjustment, the grin on your face grows to match the cookie.
“all done!” you prop the figures up outside their house, placing one on either side of the fondant door. “thank you for your cooperation. let me take a few pictures before you inhale it.”
as you pull out your phone, zayne pulls the wooden stick from his mouth, the cotton candy-colored stain the only evidence left behind. “hold on,” he says. “at least let me add the finishing touch.”
carefully, he maneuvers the cookies closer together, so they look like they’re holding hands.
he smiles softly, a hint of blue on his lips. “there.”
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