Tai Lung X Anxiousblackfem!reader

Tai lung x anxiousblackfem!reader

I feel like if you came up to him one day not feeling particularly your best and he'd comfort you with something like this "my dear, you are the air in my lungs, the energy it takes for me to live. without you I would've still been trapped in my own anger and disparity, so if you ever wonder if I love you, I do. If you ever need for comfort, I'm here. If you ever feel afraid, know that I would protect you from a thousand armies, both in this world and the next. With you by my side always feel not only loved but appreciated." And you'd jump into his arms and he'd hold you and cover you face and neck with kisses as he carries you back inside so you both can snuggle and sleep.

He finds just as much comfort in you sleeping on his chest as you do, I feel like because the man is fuzzy from top to tail it would be like sleeping under a fleece blanket and then with the air conditioning on combo it would just oohhhhhhh set it RIGHT OFFF. This would also be the way that you both reconnect and I feel like this started because he was meditating once and you asked to join him but you got too relaxed and fell asleep so now you'll take cake naps when it suits you.

When he feels anxious

You'd walk in on him training but you can see he is getting more frustrated by the minute, so you go to where he can see you(cause in his training state he zeros in and you don't want to get hurt) breaking his concentration and approach with utmost caution. He'd notice you and freeze watching your every move as you walk towards him saying "it's alright baby, I sensed that you needed me, so I'm here. Ok if you want me here I am" you stop about a foot away from him and open your arms to him. He zips toward you without a second though and all you hear is purrs and deep inhales. With him he doesn't need many words he just needs you, to hold him, pet him and leave yourself open to him.

With him being looked at as a such a monster by most of the village that is the best way to despell all of those bad thought and negative voices "its ok baby, I love you very much" you say as you stroke his head and neck soothing him. You know if it's working when you hear the low groan of contentment "there you go just breath. you know I'm always proud of you and proud to be with you, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you and there is no one in this world I would trade you for Tai lung." You say as you snuggle into his next before continuing "in me you will always find pride and belief in how much you have grown and changed for the better." You would go on to explain some of the qualities that you love about him as he and you sink to the floor still embracing with you on his lap. "I love how you are strong enough to be gentle when it counts, how you've truly found inner peace and how you've help me blossom as well. Tai I love loving you and I always will." You finish with a kiss to the top of his head making him purr alittle louder.

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Charlie x fem!readerinsertcasper

Cw: pegging, rough sex, established relationship, playful pity, edging mentioned, long distance mentioned (let me know if I missed any)

I'm pretty sure Charlie is a bottom and at the very least a bottom leaning switch if at switch at all.

So picture this right Charlie bent over I mean face down ass UPP cause the man is definitely into being pegged, I feel like homie would.100% be a mewling moaning drooling mess if Cas decided to put it on him(or in him😉😉) like picture this right her buried to the hilt I don't think man's likes it soft so its giving hands pinned behind his back face pressed against the mattress with a fist in his hair for leverage and Casper just drilling his shit ABSOLUTELY demolishing the poor man's insides and him just eating it up. I feel like he's a screamer too😫🥵

Like they live in an apartment so he tries to keep it respectful but with you absolutely destroying his insides it's hard to keep him quiet like he'll start off biting back moans but the deeper Cas gets the louder he gets it's go from soft "mmph uh" and him pushing back onto you to him trying to bury his face in a pillow to hide how loud he is I feel like homie would be into the playful pity like Cas knowing that he wants to keep quiet but loves when she forces those delicious little sounds out of him she say things like "awww, what's the matter *thrust* I thought you were gonna be quiet *thrust* what happened huh *thrust*, feel to good?*thrust*"

This normally happens when Cas has been out of town for a while and you both have been edging for the time. The youve been gone and the bow finally breaks when you cross that threshold.

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Seth smut? Like the Alphonse and Charlie ones we've gotten? (Maybe featuring a certain Bubblegum Prince 👀)

Nsfw(duh)

Seth x fem!reader

Cw: voyeurism, face fucking, drunk sex, established relationships, reader seth and alphonse are all in a relationship, poly, let me know if I missed anything.

Just picture it right yall come into the house alittle stumbly and does that try to sneak in thing but yall both are laughing to much to keep up right so you knock somethings over trying to get your boots off on your way to the kitchen because you said "oohhhhhh we have Ice cream" next you know he's snaking his arms around your waist and plopping you on the counter because like he said "I wanna make you scream too" as he hikes the hem of the dress that's been teasing him all night further up your hips places his hat on your head gets on his knees and buries his face in you so he can live up to the name silver tongue.

The feeling of the flat of his tongue pressing firm licks on your cunny not wanting a single drop of youe hunny to escape him, this makes you arch into his hold pressing his face further between your thighs as you grip the underside of the cabinet for stability. Trying to keep the society down(as not to wake the neighbors) you bite down hard on your lip muffling your moans which seth took as a person insult to his skills so he up the ante by suddenly pushing his fat tongue as deep as he could into you ripping a soft "awh" from you and then a loud squeal as he gripped your ass rocking your hips on his tongue making you fuck his face. That was all it took to make your eyes flutter closed letting any and all sounds fall from your lips like they were always intented

The louder you got the messier he made you with every *moan* there was a *thrust* just moan thrust moan thrust moan thrust until you were gripping his hair and fucking his face pulling him in with your thighs making that sinful pressure build and build and build until it's bursts when he started sucking on your clit and fucking your with his fingers, this makes your eyes roll back and legs shake as you ride out that blissful high that he'd made you chase.

Once it's high starts to dissipate you open your eyes again only to find a pastel fever dream leaning up against the fridge with a sucker before you could utter word of explanation he simply he says "don't stop on my account" he pause taking a suck of the candy "finish him" he says with a smirk

I hope you like it

As always thoughts are mine characters aren't

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Nsfw(duh)

Random thoughts

Charlie x fem!readerinsertcasper

Cw: pegging, rough sex, established relationship, playful pity, edging mentioned, long distance mentioned (let me know if I missed any)

I'm pretty sure Charlie is a bottom and at the very least a bottom leaning switch if at switch at all.

So picture this right Charlie bent over I mean face down ass UPP cause the man is definitely into being pegged, I feel like homie would.100% be a mewling moaning drooling mess if Cas decided to put it on him(or in him😉😉) like picture this right her buried to the hilt I don't think man's likes it soft so its giving hands pinned behind his back face pressed against the mattress with a fist in his hair for leverage and Casper just drilling his shit ABSOLUTELY demolishing the poor man's insides and him just eating it up. I feel like he's a screamer too😫🥵

Like they live in an apartment so he tries to keep it respectful but with you absolutely destroying his insides it's hard to keep him quiet like he'll start off biting back moans but the deeper Cas gets the louder he gets it's go from soft "mmph uh" and him pushing back onto you to him trying to bury his face in a pillow to hide how loud he is I feel like homie would be into the playful pity like Cas knowing that he wants to keep quiet but loves when she forces those delicious little sounds out of him she say things like "awww, what's the matter *thrust* I thought you were gonna be quiet *thrust* what happened huh *thrust*, feel to good?*thrust*"

This normally happens when Cas has been out of town for a while and you both have been edging for the time. The youve been gone and the bow finally breaks when you cross that threshold.

As always thoughts are mine characters are not

I hope you liked it asks SUPER OPEN let know what else you'd like to see

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Royal flush

Gambit/Remy LeBeau x Fem!Reader

NSFW tags: Oral fem receiving, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Minors DNI

Word count: 3126

Not beta read so excuse any grammar mistakes

Written because of an idea from- @fandomzwriterk 💜

Remy was like a dog caged as he watched his loving partner bouncing Jean and Scott's son on her leg as she chatted to Jean. Why did she have to look so good just doing something like bouncing a baby? He loved her, he really did. But seeing her so close with another family just... irked  him. Jealousy wasn’t a normal thing for him. But (Y/N) just looked so damn happy. He was trying not to watch, but... he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned against the wall and just... watched her. It wasn't like he was jealous of Scott or Jean for spending time with her. No, in fact it was a far different reason. He was jealous because.. it should be him and (Y/N) doing that with a kid. Gah, he was getting worked up just imagining it. Imagining her all big and pregnant with his kid, her glowing that special way only pregnant women did. Holding their kid, being a perfect mom. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he continued to stare.

She glanced up feeling his stare and gave him a soft smile. He was surprised that she caught him staring. He was usually better at going unnoticed. He returned her smile, albeit a bit sheepishly. Damn, he felt a bit like a middle schooler, being caught staring at his crush. He didn't need to feel sheepish he internally reminded himself they had been together for so long and his ring was decorating her finger now. Kids wasn't something they had talked about yet both anxious about the idea of having children. Being mutants and still having to fight back against the anti-mutant campaign was hard enough imagining having a little bundle of joy that was also a mutant? Terrifying. But... the thought was intoxicating. Just imagining her belly swollen with their kid. Merde, he was getting worked up by this whole chain of thought. He couldn’t help but imagine her being all motherly, holding a baby, breastfeeding. His baby. He shook his head again, trying to clear his thoughts.

She passed the baby back to Jean and made her way over to her husband.  "You've been starin pretty hard" she spoke in a teasing tone. He couldn’t resist returning the teasing tone. 

“Well, can you blame me, baby?” He eyed her up and down again, almost salivating. “You’re lookin’ pretty damn good tonight.”

She glanced down at herself in slight confusion. She was just wearing one of his older shirts and some jeans. A completely casual attire.  "You're just easily impressed, hun”

He laughed. “You’re wearing my shirt. You know how much I like seein’ you in my shirt.” He reached out, grabbing her hips and pulling her close against him. “Besides, even if you were wearin’ a potato sack, you’d still look damn good.”

She snorted a bit and kissed his cheek not minding how his scruff scratched a her lips.  "You're actin off baby. Somethin up?”

He let out a hum, pulling her in closer so she was against his chest and he could wrap his arms around her. “Just watchin’ you with the kid got me a bit worked up.” Understatement, he thought.

She looked up at him with a sense of understanding.  "Yeah? Kids huh?" She didn't sound judgemental or opposed but rather curious. 

He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. “Yeah. They ain’t ever really been a though in my mind. But…” Damn it, he was going to have to say it out loud. “Watchin’ you with that kid… I couldn’t help but imagine you with our kid. Bein’ all… motherly. I like how you looked.”

She hummed softly at this her eyes scanning over his black and red ones. "Well i think it's only natural. We been married for a while now." She spoke gently 

He nodded, unable to deny it. “We’ve been together for a while… and yet… a baby’s never been a thought in our minds, not really. I mean, are we really prepared to be parents?” He was being honest, despite how excited he was to see the sight of his wife with a baby in her arms.

"Well.. we could start preparing if you are wanting to take that step" she gently ran her hands over his shoulders. 

His heart skipped a beat. Here she was, not outright refusing the idea, but actually considering it and preparing to talk about it. “Are you wanting this?” He had to make sure, had to make sure she didn’t just agree because it made him happy.

"Baby I've been thinkin we would have adorable kids the moment we met" she giggled softly

He chuckled, pulling her flush against him. “Damn right they’d be adorable.” He leaned down, kissing right below her ear. “Can you imagine it? Little brats runnin’ around, wreakin’ havoc?”

She hummed softly. "Oh it'd be terrible" she teased as she felt one of his hands press against her stomach absent mindedly.

He let his hand roam, imagining the flat stomach swelling with pregnancy. “You know they’d take after you. Get your cute little nose and eyes.”

"Bet they'd get your hair." She hummed running her hand through his hair to emphasize her point. 

He chuckled, enjoying the feel of her fingers running through his hair. “They’d get your temper, too. I’d almost feel bad for ‘em.” He teased her.

She rolled her eyes and her gaze trailed over her lover. "Wanna get out of here?" She spoke in a hushed tone with a quirk of her lips into a smirk

He chuckled, already knowing what she had in mind. “Thought you’d never ask.” He pressed his hips against hers, already feeling himself getting aroused by just being this close to her.

That's how they ended up back in their shared home. Clothes decorating the floor from the front door to their bedroom. The bed creaking and headboard being muffled by the pillow stuffed behind it. She was clawing at his hair as he held his post between her legs lapping at her like a starved man.

He was damn near worshiping her, holding her tight and not letting her get away. “God, sweetheart, you taste so good,” he groaned, lapping at her like she was the source of his life essence.

She was whimpering and mewling as she fisted the sheets like they were a life line. She gripped onto his hair with her other hand gently tugging as he drug his tongue across her sensitive flesh. 

He was absolutely loving the sounds she was making. He knew exactly how sensitive she was, and he knew every single trick of his tongue to drive her crazy with pleasure. He was taking his time with her, enjoying every single second, savoring how good she felt and tasted.

She gasped out, her back arching like a cat as he pushed two fingers into her. He curled his fingers inside of her, knowing exactly how to draw out that pleasure and drive her absolutely wild. “You like that, sweetheart?” He teased her, his breathing a bit labored from his own aroused state.

She nodded desperately. "Yes rem love it feels so good" she whined out in that breathy needy tone he loved to hear her speak in. A tone reserved for his ears only. 

Damn, he loved how desperate she was. How needy she was. She was his, and his alone, and he’d make sure she knew that. “I’ll make ya feel so good, baby,” he murmured, latching his lips around the sensitive flesh and sucking.

Both hands went to the sheets clawing at the silk fabrics and the plush mattress underneath. 

He groaned against her, the sounds she was making and how desperate she was getting was driving him wild. He wanted to taste every inch of her, touch every single spot that would make her cry out with pleasure. He was completely intoxicated by her, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

The feeling of his vibrations against her made her mewl out loudly. "fuck!" Her words sent a jolt of satisfaction through him, making him smirk against her flesh. 

“That’s it… let me hear how good I make you feel, baby.” He curled his fingers again, knowing exactly how to draw out more desperate mewls from her.

She gasped out her hips pushing up against his arm holding them down. "Close" she squeaked out in a desperate mewl.

He could feel her getting closer, could feel her getting tighter and tighter around his fingers. He wanted to bring her over the edge, wanted to hear her come completely undone with ecstasy. “Come on, baby.” He pressed down on her hip harder, still relentlessly working her towards that sweet release. “Come for me,” he murmured against her, using every trick he knew to send her careening over the edge. “I wanna hear how good you feel.”

She cried out and her muscles contracted as she came undone. Her back bucked, her entire body trembling and twitching with the intensity of her orgasm. She was completely and utterly helpless under his touch. “R-remy….!”

He groaned against her as her body trembled and shook with pleasure. He wasn’t finished yet, though. He wanted to wring out every single bit of ecstasy from her that he could. “That’s it, sweetheart, let me make you feel good,” he murmured, his fingers working her through her orgasm and overstimulating her.

Her hands, shaking from the force of her orgasm, gripped his hair pulling him away letting out a breathy chuckle hearing him whine. "Baby I'd rather get on to the main course”

He groaned as he felt her grip his hair, preventing him from continuing his ministrations. When he heard her chuckling, he let out a whine, still wanting to taste her and bring her to climax once more. But hearing her wanting the main course stirred his excitement. “You sure you don’t want another?” He smirked, his usual overconfidence on display.

"This time I wanna finish around something bigger than your fingers" she wiped his face for him wiping off the left over arousal from her. He hummed, letting his tongue run over his lips to taste her again. 

“Such an impatient wife,” he teased her, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. “You want me that badly?” He asked, already knowing exactly what her answer would be.

"You know I do, baby." She inched her legs up over his hips. Now that wouldn't do. If he wanted to properly breed her those thighs needed to be up on his shoulders.

He chuckled, moving forward and pushing her thighs up until they were resting on his shoulders, allowing him to press even closer. “Naughty thing.” He teased her, pressing his hips against hers and letting her feel how hard he was for her. “You’re pretty much begging for it now.”

"Don't make me beg baby. I just want to make you daddy" she purred up at him. She knew damn well how weak that made him. He absolutely loved hearing her call him that, and she knew exactly how to use it to her advantage. His heart was pounding in his chest, his brain already filled with the image of her with a baby in her arms, calling him daddy. 

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening. He leaned back, resting on his knees and keeping her legs up on his shoulders.  “You really want a baby that much, huh?” He asked, taking in how she looked underneath him, just at his mercy. 

"I want your baby, remy" she gazed up at him. 

Hearing her say that shot a wave of intense possessiveness through him. “You want my baby?” He repeated back to her, almost like he was processing the words himself. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” He ran his hands up to her hips, holding her in his tight grip. He pushed the tip of him into her, teasing her a bit but it was hell to not just immediately slam in. He teased them both by just barely pushing the tip inside, driving himself absolutely insane. “God, you feel so good, sweetheart,” he groaned, his eyes locked on her face as he teased her. “You want it all, don’t you?”

"Yes, baby. Please give it to me remy" she whined softly already too desperate to play their usual game of cat and mouse. 

He couldn’t resist listening to her desperate whines and pleading. “Anything you want, baby.” He leaned down, pressing as deep inside of her as he could. “You gotta tell me if this gets uncomfortable,” he told her, wanting to keep her completely comfortable and safe.

"Shut up and fill me up, Mon cher" she hissed back already too impatient to be waiting any longer.  He chuckled at her impatience, but he wasn’t going to torture either of them any longer.

 “Alright, I’ll shut up and give you exactly what you want, sweetheart.” He pulled back slowly, only to snap his hips forward and fill her completely.

 They quickly dissolved into a panting mess as the bed shook with every thrust. He was glad they had moved out of their old apartment cause they would definitely gotten a noise complaint. He was mumbling French curses between English praises, his cajun accent dripping off his tongue like it was honey. The sounds of the bed creaking, the sound of his voice cursing, and the sound of her moans filled his ears. He was absolutely drunk off of her, completely intoxicated by how she felt and how she sounded. The French slipped out before he could even realize it, his usual filter completely off. She was absolutely living for it. She loved when he would talk dirty to her in his accent and that doubled down when he spit out French like it was nothing. 

Every single time he cursed in French, her reaction would drive his excitement higher and higher. “Vous sentez si bien, mon amour,” he panted to her, pressing even deeper inside of her with every thrust. “You’re mine, sweetheart. All mine.”

"Yours" she mewled back as his tip kissed her womb with every thrust. She was clawing at the sheets like a cat in heat crying out like one too. 

He could already feel his thrusts getting a bit sloppy and desperate, his hands gripping her hips so tight he was going to leave bruises. “That’s it baby,” he growled out, losing himself more and more with every minute. “God, you don’t know how good you feel.”

She was mind dumb as what felt like her third maybe fourth orgasm rippled through her. Just like he liked her. Her climax made him shiver, feeling her walls tighten around him and send waves of ecstasy through him. “You look so beautiful when you cum for me, baby,” he groaned out, his hips still bucking against hers. “You’re gonna make me cum too if you’re not careful,” he tried to tease her, but his voice came out as a desperate, strained whisper. 

"Give it to me" she spoke through slurred words filled with pleasure and mewls. "Make me a mama" 

“God, you’re driving me crazy, sweetheart.” His words came out in a breathless hiss, trying his best to hold himself back from falling over that edge. “Beg for it.” He was cocky, he loved to hear her beg for him like that. He wanted to hear how desperate she was.

"Please remy need it! Wanna be swollen with you! Want your baby" she whined out between moans and biting her lip as her eyes rolled up into the back of her skull.

“Damn near gonna be on my knees with hearing you like that,” he groaned, giving into her words. “God, you want me to fill you up?” He knew the answer already, but he couldn’t resist asking. He wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes yes yes,” the mantra fell from her lips like a depraved woman. She practically was. The idea of her handsome husband filling her up till there was no other way she couldn't be pregnant was appealing.

He was far from being able to hold back any longer. Her words were pushing him faster and faster to the edge, driving him more and more wild. “You’re gonna have it, baby,” he panted out. “Gonna make you a mama.”

His hips snapped into hers with a force he didn't even know he was capable of. His grip on her thighs was tight enough he knew there'd be bruises later. He was desperate, completely lost in how she felt, how she sounded, how she looked underneath him with his hands holding her down. The thought of the possessive marks he was leaving on her skin only fueled his need for more. “Christ, sweetheart, I’m gonna-” he started to warn her.

She mewled out as she felt him jerk forward spurts filling her up completely even spilling out onto the sheets below them. 

He gave a guttural moan as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. “Oh God,” he panted as his hips gave little, shallow thrusts with each pulse of pleasure. “Fill you up so good,” he groaned. 

He collapsed against her, letting go of her thighs and wrapping his arms around her. He was panting against her chest, trying his best to catch his breath from how hard he had just come. “You’re going to drive me into early cardio arrest,” he chuckled weakly.

She was coming down from it herself panting as she patted his sweaty shoulder. "Love you too babe”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss between her breasts. “Love you more,” he mumbled against her skin, his brain still a little sluggish as he recovered his brain power.

When he rolled off of her finally and she cuddled up into his side not even bothering to change the sheets yet both of their legs feeling like jelly. He pulled her close against his chest, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin against her forehead. He was completely and utterly satiated at the moment, already feeling the fatigue of exertion setting in and his eyelids growing heavy.

"Think it will take?" She hummed tiredly back at him.

“It better,” he chuckled, already knowing damn well that it would work. He ran his fingers through her hair, still damp with sweat. “If you’re not pregnant after this, you’ll break my heart.”

"We will just keep trying won't we then?" She teased back.

“Damn right we will,” he said, already planning out how soon he could go again without collapsing. “Keep trying until you’re round and swollen with my baby, sweetheart.”