How About Reader Is In A Silly Goofy Mood And Texts Welt, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, And Gerard That They Want

How about reader is in a silly goofy mood and texts welt, Jing yuan, Dan Heng, and Gerard that they want a baby? (Established relationship maybe?) WAAAH your blog is so cute I love it 🥰 keep up the good work 🩵🩵🩵

✎ i want a baby :: hsr boys' reactions

❥ new messages from :: dan heng, gepard, jing yuan, welt

❥ notices :: thank you!! i appreciate the support and had fun making this. Also warning for a slightly suggestive Jing Yuan

❥ taglist :: @donaldthrts

HIS MOM'S FAVOURITE! (≧◡≦)

Or in other words, Scaramouche resisting (and failing) the urge to fuck you while his mom is in the same house.

contains: f!afab!reader x bf!scara, pussyjob, blowjob, fingering, degradation, praise, bath sex, nipple play, cumshot, cigarette use, breeding

(* ^ ω ^) : minor writing smut !!

When you revealed your outfit to Scaramouche, like usual, he adored your sense of style. However, there was a little hiccup. "Baby, why'd you have to wear such a skimpy skirt tonight?" He pouts as he tugs at the hem, trying to lower it a bit more in hopes of covering some of your skin.

You give him a glance from over your shoulder and sigh, "It's your fault for telling me we were going to have dinner with your mom in twenty minutes. I was rushing and on top of that, I still had to do my makeup. Why don't you ever tell me these things beforehand?"

The two of you were waiting on the front porch, still recollecting yourselves as Scaramouche's mother took her time in getting the door.

Scaramouche merely narrows his eyes and smiles, "No need to get all whiny; you have plenty more dinners with her in the future to make up for tonight." At what was supposed to be a playful tease made you even more nervous. You smack him with your handbag, whisper-shouting, "Not funny!"

Finally, the door opened. Ei gasps with a smile and pinches Scaramouche's cheek, which results in him swatting her hand away. "It's so great to finally meet my son's girlfriend. I've heard a lot about you, (Name)."

You stifle a surprised noise when you feel Scaramouche's hand harshly groping at your ass. "Ah, it's nice to meet you too, Ms. Raiden," you coyly say, bowing your head. Ei exclaims, "Well, come in! The food will get cold." The second she disappears into the dining room, you give Scaramouche a reprimanding glare.

He simply gives you an innocent smile in return.

Scaramouche walks ahead of you, saying, "Mom, don't tell me you cooked..." Ei hushes his remark while setting out the plates and cutlery. You instantly rush over and offer to help out. Ei clasps her hands, muttering, "Oh, thank you, dear. If it's not too much trouble, could you get the glasses from the cupboard by the fridge?"

Already heading into the kitchen, you nod, "Of course!"

When you get there, you find your snarky boyfriend whistling to himself while leaning against the counter. Scaramouche pushes himself off of it and scoffs, "The way you act like a goody-two-shoes in front of my mom is insane. If only she knew how vulgar you are."

You roll your eyes and reach up to open the cupboard. While grabbing the glasses, it obviously didn't go unnoticed by you when Scaramouche's gaze lingered on your thighs. "As if your mind in the gutter is any better than mine," you say, walking up to him and pressing your chest against his.

Scaramouche's hands attempt to grab your waist but you pull away and laugh as you return to the dining room.

You thought wrong if the sexual tension were to get any better at the dinner table.

You tighten your smile a little more each time you feel his hands grabbing your thighs and playing with the plush skin. It wasn't long before you had to slap it away when he slipped his fingers in between your legs.

Ei places her fingertips together, asking, "Is the food good, dear? I tried to make it taste nice for my future daughter-in-law!" Her joke emits a not so hidden chuckle from Scaramouche and you glare at him. You play along and giggle, "Jokes aside, it does taste amazing, Ms-"

Ei tuts, "Please, call me mom. We can drop the honorifics as you seem to have proven yourself a nice and worthy girl of my son from his endless stories about you." You blush in pride from her comment.

"Ah, why don't you stay the night? It's getting dark out and I'm sure you and Scaramouche can stay in his old bedroom." Ei's suggestion catches you off guard. Scaramouche slyly adds, "Oh, yeah, why don't you, (Name)? I wouldn't want you to go home all alone at this time of day."

You nervously clear your throat and sigh through your nose. "Sure, I don't see why not."

The moment you and Scaramouche got off of Ei's radar, he initiated a heated makeout outside of his bedroom door. The guy must have waited for this all evening. You tightly grip onto his biceps, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away and starts sucking on your neck, making you gasp out.

"W-Wait, Kuni, we should go in your room first..." When you realized your words were doing no good to control the lust driven man, you opened the door to his room and dragged him inside anyways. You fell onto his bed when he got on top of you.

"God, you're such a fucking whore, y'know that? Acting all sweet in front of her, but she just doesn't understand how slutty you actually are." Scaramouche slides your panties down your legs, leaving your skirt on. He licks the damp spot in the fabric, causing you to whine from the lewd action.

You softly breathe out, "Please fuck me, Scara." Scaramouche tosses the undergarment aside and lowers his head to meet your cunt. He presses his calloused thumb against your clit. You throw your head back and moan, balling up the sheets in your fists.

"That food was fucking disgusting, right? Unlike you, I couldn't even eat a spoonful. I need something to get rid of my hunger, don't I?" Scaramouche licks up and down and between your folds, around your clit and finally, into your hole. You buck your hips forward and cry out, "Fuck, that's so good!"

Scaramouche's tongue repeatedly delves in and out, your walls spasming around the slippery pink muscle. He wraps his arms around your thighs to force them open since you keep on closing them from the intense pleasure. He lets out heavy pants and removes his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit.

Two of his fingers fill the empty space inside of your needy pussy while you arch your back and let out the most lewdest noises. You instantly tense up when you hear knocking at the door.

"(Name), dear, can I come in? I brought you a towel and some old clothes of my son's so you can take a shower."

In a frenzy, you try getting Scaramouche to let you go, however his grip on you was way too strong. You stammer out, "I-I'm a bit occupied right now, can you just-" You stop to suppress a moan when your orgasm finally reaches you. You bite down on your lip, thighs shaking as Scaramouche licks up the remains of your cum.

"Can you just leave it in the bathroom, please?"

Ei curiously raises a brow but hums, "Alright. Do tell me if you have any trouble finding the bathroom itself, or you can just ask Scaramouche. Where did that boy go?..." The sound of her footsteps fade away and you sigh.

You sit up, knitting your brows together with a frown on your lips. "We could have gotten caught; just imagine if she didn't knock." You get off of the bed, on your way to the bathroom when suddenly, his arms wrap around your waist from behind you. "Hey now, it's not fair if you're the only one who gets fun, huh?"

You give him an eyeroll. "I'll deal with you later, just let me take a shower first. You made such a mess in between my legs." You turn around and kiss him, tasting your climax on his tongue. Scaramouche holds the side of your head and you grind your bare cunt against the rough material of his jeans when he highers his knee.

"C'mon, I'll shower with you." The idea he proposes makes your cunt clench. You huff, "Fine."

You suck on the head of his cock, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear while watching him with half-lidded eyes. Scaramouche grunts, "Don't be such a tease, f-fuck..." His voice trails off and the hot bath water the two of you are in doesn't help his condition.

The salty taste of pre-cum flooded your mouth as you figured from all of the teasing before this.

You close your eyes and finally take his entire length into your mouth, not without a few gagging noises. Scaramouche mutters, "That's it, you little slut. Take it all." His lips hung agape as he released soft groans, his hand clutching the side of the tub while his other hand nestled within your hair.

You let out muffled noises, bobbing your head up and down and running your tongue against every single vein of his cock. Your hands encase around his shaft for stability as you increase the pace. Scaramouche seethes through his clenched teeth, "Your throat is so tight, God, I'm gonna-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence, coming inside of your mouth with a long moan followed by profanities. You slowly pull yourself off of him and the rest of his semen splatters against your tits, now drenched with both water and thick, white substances.

You swallow his load and open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. Scaramouche pushes the back of your head to lean against him, pulling you into a kiss. You rub your pussy onto his toned thighs, whimpering and mewling against his lips. His hand grabs at one of your boobs, playing with the nipple and pinching it.

The water in the bath swishes with the movements and you feel his fingers prod at your entrance. He sinks three digits inside of you and you start gasping. "O-Oh, Scara... mmh, you're so needy tonight, ngh~" You start jerking off his cock that got hard again, easily slipping your hand up and down with the help of the water.

When you cum on his hand from him rapidly pumping his fingers inside you, you tightly squeeze his dick, letting him release his sperm onto the soft skin of your stomach. "You better be ready for tonight, I'm going to fuck you full... going to fuck your cute cunt and watch you squirt, yeah?"

"Then you better not disappoint."

But it's Scaramouche you're talking about. He never disappoints you in bed, ever.

He knew that you knew what you were in for, entering his room only wearing his shirt and your panties. Your tits poke through the flimsy fabric, the rest of your skin on display for him to see. "Well, aren't you going to fuck me instead of smoking those cigs all night?"

You join him on the bed and Scaramouche removes the blunt. He holds your chin and presses his lips against yours, letting the toxic air trap itself into your mouth. Scaramouche chuckles, "And you said I was needy." He places himself on top of you and you meekly spread your legs for him.

He tucks his bottom lip beneath his teeth and pulls down your panties, your strings of fluid sticking to the fabric. Scaramouche gulps, wanting to eat you out again but his cock needed you more. It's easy to plunge inside of you with one thrust and how wet you are for him.

You moan out as he starts rutting into you at a fast pace. Scaramouche groans, tightly holding your hips for leverage and fucking his cock in and out of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder.

You gasp and whine by his ear, emitting a moan from him. "Jus' love it when you make those adorable sounds, baby. F-Fuck, you like that?" Scaramouche chuckles when he feels you tighten around him. You nod, "U-Uh-huh, mngh! G-God, honey, more, please,"

Scaramouche mutters under his breath, "As you wish." He slides his cock in and out of you, making sure to leave you writhing and squirming in his hold. Your pussy releases the most vulgar noises, squelching and tightening each time his dick fucks into your womb.

The head repeatedly smashes into your cervix, causing tears of both pain and pleasure to spring to your eyes. "Oh, don't stop, Kuni! I'm so close!" You arch your back and push your clothed tits onto his bare chest, making sure to grind up against him. Scaramouche hisses in pleasure, feeling your hard nipples atop his.

You dig your nails into his back, your breaths and moans getting louder and faster. You squeal, "Oh, my God! Fuck, fuck, Kuni!" Scaramouche seals your cute noises with a messy kiss, drool seeping from his mouth and yours.

The slapping of his balls against your clit gets faster before he finally cums inside of you. You orgasm at the same time, letting out shaky sighs and mewls. Scaramouche moans, "Mmh, baby," He lays you onto the bed and continues to kiss you, all the while keeping his cock snug inside of your walls.

His cum pours from your cunt as he pulls out, but he's quick to scoop it up and finger it back inside you. You, who's still sensitive from the intense climax, clutch onto his wrist, whimpering, "K-Kuni, don't-" You're cut off with your own moan, his fingers curling inside of you.

"Gotta keep it in there, sweetheart. My mom's always telling me how her grandkids would look beautiful when you end up being my wife," Scaramouche playfully bites on your lower lip and you huff. "When? It's a promise now and you better keep it," you say, burying your hand in his hair.

Scaramouche chuckles and slides his hand up your shirt to fondle your breast while his other hand continues to pump his fingers in your soaked pussy. You quietly whine, resting your head on the pillows. He lays next to you while touching your body up, his gaze admiring your lewd expressions.

You gradually fall asleep to him fucking the energy out of you with his fingers still inside of your sopping cunt. When he notices you're unconscious, Scaramouche removes his hand from your chest and pulls up your shirt. He peppers kisses all over your plush skin before wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples.

He bites and sucks on the bud and finally takes his fingers out of you to fidget with your other nipple. You rub your thighs together in your sleep, gasping and putting one of your hands in his hair. You tightly grip a fistful of his cerulean locks, awakening from your short slumber.

With sleepy looking eyes, you release a soft moan. Scaramouche looks at you and his gaze is absolutely glazed over with a new-found lust. He releases his lips from your nipple with a string of saliva and licks on the areola around the mound. "Ready for the next round?"

Suddenly, Ei's voice calls from the room next to his.

"Scaramouche, I didn't raise you to be a horndog! Go take out the garbage!"

Can i request for stealing Kafka's coats and wearing them around her, she may love coats but she loves you more (maybe) she'd be perfectly fine with you wearing them as long as you take damn good care of them, as in, you must keep her coats in the most pristine-est of conditions.

Kafka with a reader that loves stealing her coats

characters: Kafka x gn!reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: I imagine the feeling Kafka has to feel when someone else touches her coats is quite similar to the feeling you feel when your parents tell you your little cousin found your lego collection.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Kafka

“No honor among thieves”, as Kafka noticed one of her coats missing from her wardrobe, those exact words, words that she had often heard others use against her and the rest of the Stellaron hunters, swirled up inside her head.

If she had found anyone else wearing her coat that day, things probably wouldn’t have ended as uneventfully as they did, the only thing stopping her from lunching at the thief being that it was you. 

That being said, while she trusted you enough to not snatch them back the instant she came into arm’s length, Kafka still preferred you'd avoid wearing them outside. She may love you, but those coats weren’t that readily available and definitely not cheap. And even inside the confines of the ship there wouldn’t be a moment her eyes left your form while you wore one of them.

“Seems like you aren’t the only one here with a love for coats”, Silverwolf couldn’t refrain from letting at least one sarcastic remark slip as she noticed her fellow Stellaron hunter’s observant stare, finding the sight of the usually so relaxed and laid back Kafka being so tense for a change quite hilarious.

“Mhm”, came the response, Kafka not even trying to hide the fact she had been barely listening to what was said, too focused on making sure she’d be fast enough to react if something even as much as threatened to dirty her belonging.

“I like this one Kafka. Where did you even find this?”, you asked excitedly while looking away from the mirror in front of you and turning towards her, a small smile making its way onto her face as she tried her best to look as relaxed as ever to you.

“If you like this one so much we can make a quick stop at the shop I bought this from and buy you one too. They shouldn’t remember our faces anyway”, she offered, hoping you’d just accept her offer so you could wear coats without needing to endanger her’s.

Instead, you pondered the possibility for a bit before shaking your head with a big smile. “Nah, that won’t be necessary, it’s just an unnecessary risk. I mean, we already have one, so why would we need a second one”, you responded before turning around in a flash, almost knocking over a glass of wine on the table next to you, causing Kafka’s breathing to become slightly more frantic for a moment, a fact missed by most present except Silverwolf, who decided not to mention it, choosing instead to enjoy the show in silence before eventually leaving to tend to other matters.

Unnecessarily said, it wouldn’t be long before Kafka’s nerves couldn’t handle this torture anymore and she decided to make what was hers hers again, compensating you with a coat of your own as she finally became able to live in peace and without fear once again.

Gepelle 🥺🥺🥺

Despite feral raccoon woman Stelle's quirks, she takes fighting very seriously

um can i request dom stelle? she makes me so lypftodyxpotxfkneawhdtkt yk

SHE'S A NEEDY WOLF | Stelle

PAIRING: Stelle x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Sub!Reader, Dom!Character, Public Sex, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Praising, Use of good girl, Stelle has a cock (because I headcanon that they do)

AUTHORS NOTE: I personally prefer myself Sub!Stelle, but Dom!Stelle is equally appreciated. Enjoy!! (Also I know what you mean, Stelle gets me so gdjkfyjf as well)

STELLE WAS itching for intimate touch, specifically your touch. But it was quite difficult to find a time where you could both be alone, without any disruptions. There was always one thing Stelle found themself disliking more and more when a mission, the inability to touch and have you whenever they pleased.

It was irritating to no end, but what were they supposed to do? Drop the mission just to have you for a few (long) hours of intimate touch? Yes. Yes that's exactly what they did.

Despite having the task of needing to track down Kafka on the Xianzhou Luofu from General Jing Yuan, Stelle was currently neglecting the task. Well, you and them.

"Your taking me so well, sweet girl..." Stelle purred, watching your face contort more and more in pleasure as they sink their cock into you, pressing you a bit harder against the wall.

Currently they had pulled you into a secluded alley on the Central Starskiff Haven. They had gotten particularly needy only minutes ago, and without thinking had you pulled in the alley and pinned you against a wall, their fingers quickly rubbing at your clothed pussy.

After playing with you for a bit, swallowing your whines and complaints as they shoved their tongue down your throat, Stelle was certain you were wet enough. So they shoved your underwear and pants down, pulled out their throbbing cock and quickly pushed into you.

"So pretty..." Stelle softly cooed, running their fingers across your cheek, watching your eyes flutter open and closed as you adjusted to the size of their cock.

"St-Stelle-!" You whined, clutching onto their arms and shaking against them and the wall, eyes shooting towards the busy street only feet away from you both, searching to see if people were taking notice of you both.

"Hey, focus on me." Stelle commanded, gripping your chin in their hand, forcing you to face them as they began to slowly drag their cock in and out of your dripping pussy. "Don't worry about them, just focus on us, okay?"

You choked a bit as you opened your mouth to speak, gasping as they began to move faster and faster. "O-Okay..!"

You tried to focus only on Stelle, trying not to worry about any onlookers, only focus on them and their cock that was pumping in and out of you. You still felt squeezing fear in your chest, and that nagging to look over and watch the people walk by, but you forced yourself to not.

You moved to wrap your arms around Stelle's neck, pulling them closer to you as they gripped your hips, angling their thrusts up in a way that was hitting all the right spots inside you. You tried to keep the sounds slipping past your lips to a minimum, but you found it more and more difficult with each thrust.

Stelle trailed their lips across the side of your head, to your jaw and neck, sucking on specific parts that they knew made you go crazy, mumbling softly against your skin. "Don't hold back on me, let people hear you..."

"Stelle..." You whined, squeezing your eyes closed, debating if you really wanted to let people walking by the ally hear and see you both.

Any debate in your head though was thrown out as soon as Stelle hooked their arms under your legs, and lifted you into the air. They pinned you up against the wall, dropping and lifting you up and their throbbing cock. You cried out at the sensation, surely having caught some people's attention.

But did you care? No, not anymore. Not when Stelle was fucking up into you so well that you were surely going to reach your peak soon.

And reach your peak you did.

You quickly held tightly onto Stelle, whining and moaning as you buried your face into their neck, shaking as you began cumming. They held you just as tightly, whispering praises into your ear as they helped you ride out your orgasm.

As you began to finish, they slowly lifted you up from their cock, gently setting you back down onto shaky legs, pressing a comforting kiss to your lips. "Good job, baby. You were so good for me."

"I- I wanna.. help you." You muttered slightly breathlessly, moving to get on your knees in front of them, making them smile.

"I'd love if you did, sweet girl." Stelle purred, running a hand through your hair, watching as you moved to grab their cock that was still covered in your slick.

You kept eye contact with them as you gripped their shaft, before moving to wrap your mouth around their tip. They moaned softly at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around them, their hand moving encouragingly through your hair.

You hummed at the feeling, moving to bob your head up and down their cock, moaning softly at the taste of your cum covering their shaft. Stelle watched as inch by inch disappeared into your mouth, the sight making their cock throb inside you.

They rocked their cock in and out of your mouth, moaning at the feeling, their hand tightening in your hair, lightly tugging on it. You moaned at the feeling, bobbing your head faster and faster.

Stelle was getting closer to their release already, their breathing becoming heavy and ragged, face focused as they lightly thrusted against you, making you gag lightly around their cock. But you focused, bobbing faster and faster, till finally they reached their own peak.

They buried their cock into your mouth, sighing in satisfaction as they shot their cum down your throat. You closed your eyes, savoring the taste and swallowing every last drop. Once they finished, you slowly pulled off their cock, but not before making sure it was clean.

"Good girl." Stelle sighed, pulling you up back to your feet, pressing a kiss against your lips. You hummed at the praise, kissing them back before they pulled away with a smile. They brushed some of your hair from your face. "Now, let's get back to work, hm?"

"Okay." You nodded your head, adjusting your clothes back into place, before following after Stelle with a flushed face, not meeting any of the gazes thrown your way.

ENDING NOTES: Ahem. I may have more respect for Dom!Stelle now then previously.