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nisuna · 5 months

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After learning that Gojo has been sealed, Nanami goes to fuck his wife🤭🫦

Hi hello~

This one's quite angsty. I hope that's alright. It just fit the mood of the request 😭 also I haven't read much with Nanami, so I hope I did him justice, please lmk!! But anyway, I hope you enjoy

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MDNI Strictly 18+ 1.9k words

TW: angst, body worship, unprotected sex, wife!reader, breeding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), mentions of pregnancy, you have a child together at the end!

Gojo Satoru has been sealed. Now, it's only a matter of time. After hearing the news from Yuji, Nanami's first thought was of you at home alone. What if something happened to you as well? Instincts kicked in as he rushed back home. As soon as he arrived, he was a sweaty huffing mess. His hands were shaking as he grabbed the keys and twisted the door knob open. When he first entered, he was greeted by utter silence. It made his heart drop. As soon as he closed the door and took off his shoes, he went in to look for you. He eventually found you humming in the kitchen and as soon as he saw you, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Kento, what's gotten into you-?" you giggled as he almost crushed you with his embrace.

"Please let me make you feel good. That way you'll never forget me in case something happens."

"What do you mean if something happens?!" you tried to push at his chest to look him in the face, "Kento you're scaring me."

He let out a sigh squeezing you tighter. "Gojo-san has been sealed."

"Sealed? What does that even mean?

"The strongest has been sealed, so it's only a matter of time until they get everyone else as well."

"But that doesn't matter right now, just let me love you like it's our last."

"No! You can't just drop that and mh-" he muffled your protest with crashing his lips against yours.

You tried to resist at first but soon melted into the kiss as he ran his hands over every part of your body, finally settling for your ass and picking you up in the process. Never once did his lips leave you as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

He was gentle when he put you down, already pulling your night gown over your stomach and hooking his fingers in your panties. You were too out of breath to protest, lifting your hips to help him drag them down your legs. When he finally threw them on the floor, he brought his face closer to your core, inhaling your scent and spreading you wide with his long fingers making you gasp and cover your mouth.

"Don't." he whispered, "I want to hear all of you. Please."

You nodded and didn't hold back when he finally put his mouth on you, occasionally bumping his nose against your clit when he went to dip his tongue in your dripping heat. You've been married for a few years now and this definitely wasn't the first time he ate you out but he was just so intense tonight it felt overwhealming. Drawn out moans and huffs left your mouth as he slid two of his thick fingers in, sucking on your clit.

And with just the right curl of his fingers, he made your back arch off the bed. For a moment, he pulled away from you but still kept a steady rhythm continuing to hit your spongy spot. "This spot always gets you right?" he smiled, leaning his cheek agains your thigh and kissing it. After all these years, he still managed to give you butterflies.

"Mhm, feels good, please keep going," you mewled toes curling. With a chuckle and a quick bite to your thigh, he hoisted your legs over his broad shoulders and dove back in. Your moans grew in volume as he switched between sucking and licking at your sensitive nub. On instinct, as you felt yourself get close, your hands found their way to his blond locks and pulling on them, which made him let out a deep groan. As he continued to work you open with his fingers you mewled. "Oh please don't stop I'm close I'm gonna-" you felt him nod against you as you squeezed his face with your thighs pulling hard on his scalp while cumming all over his face. He licked you through your high as you let out high pitched moans, legs shaking from overstimulation.

As you tried to push his face away, he squeezed your thighs, prying them back open and pulling you closer. "No, not enough. Give me one more. Please, I know you can do it." You were about to whine about it being too much only to get the wind knocked out of your lungs when he plunged his fingers back inside.

"W-wait ah- 's too much I." and with a meticulous swipe of his tongue, he made your eyes roll back and mouth fall open in a silent scream.

"Good, such a good girl, my beautiful wife. You're doing so well." he kissed your thigh, going back to suck on your clit. You were a huffing, sweaty mess but the overstimulation soon turned into immense pleasure as you felt yourself tip over the edge again.

With a scream of his name, your back arched off the bed as your slick dripped down his chin. While he licked you clean, you finally pulled yourself away, breathing heavily. He had a proud smile on his face as he began kissing up your body, finally pulling your night gown over your head and settling his lips between your breasts. You hugged his head tightly as he laid his ear on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

"That was amazing," you whispered, patting his soft hair, "Let me make you feel good too. It's my turn-" "No", he interrupted, "today's all about you. So please wait. Let me stay like this. ...just a little longer.", his voice trembled as he squeezed you tighter.

"Kento, baby. It's gonna be alright. Nothing will happen to you I'm sure-"

"You can't know for sure. Anything can happen."

"No please don't say that." you begged, lifting his head off your chest to look at him.

"It's going to be alright. You're here with me. You don't have to leave." you smiled, pulling him up for a gentle kiss. He deepened the kiss, beginning to unbutton his shirt and discarding it. Then, he went to unbuckle his pants. You smiled as you tried to go get a condom from the nightstand, only to be stopped by him.

"What are you doing?", you questioned him.

"Is it okay if we do it without?"

"But I think I'm-"

"Please, I can't promise that I won't have to leave. But I know how to leave you a reminder of me."

You let him continue as he kissed up your neck. "If something happens to me, you'll always have a piece of me."

"But I'm sure nothing will happen to you, are you sure? Are we ready-?"

"I want you to be the mother of my child." he said with a determined look on his face. You didn't have it in you to deny him so you only nodded pulling him in for a kiss as he went to stroke his cock.

"Are you ready?" he questioned, already prodding his cock at your entrance. As soon as you gave him the okay he pushed in. Both of you let out a drawn out moan. It wasn't the first time having raw sex, but today just felt overwhealmingly intimate. You started trembling, gripping onto his biceps as ypu adjusted to his size. "I'm fine please move, please."

He didn't waste time as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kis as he started to roll his hips. His usually controlled percise thrusts were sloppy and filled with desperation. Deep groans left his mouth as he got worked up. Your high-pitched mewls and drawn-out moans spurring him on even more.

"I love you so much. My beautiful wife, the love of my life."

"I love you too, so so much. More than anything. So please don't leave, don't leave me alone. I need you.", your eyes filled with tears as the gravity of the situation started to sink in.

"I never want to leave. You are my wife, and I am responsible for your safety. I'll do anything to protect you." he whispered, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, deepening the angle he was grinding into you.

"Who's going to protect me when you're gone. I'll never forgive you if you leave me.", you sobbed as he leaned down to kiss your tears away. "Promise me you won't leave."

"You know I can't for sure."

"Pleaseee" desperately gripping at his shoulders as you moaned at a particularly hard thrust. So he finally gave in. "I promise, I will try my best." You nodded somewhat satisfied as his relentless hips kept hitting the sensitive spot inside of you.

"I want our child to grow up with both of us at their side." he nodded at your words, pecking your lips.

"I'm going to fill you up with my love, I'm going to mark you up so you'll never forget me. I'll stay with you forever. I'll come back for sure."

You felt relief come over you as his hand went between your bodies to rub thick circles into your clit. Moans and thank yous spilled from your mouth as you toppled over the edge only to be filled to the brim soon after. He kept moving throughout both of your orgasms and pulled you on top of him as he laid down on his back, still inside of you. You stayed like this, breathing in eachother's scents and exchanging gentle kisses throughout the night.

And as fate would have it, you did get pregnant. As time went on, the footsteps of a little blond rascal could be heard throughout your home. "Mama, mamaaa!" the little boy screamed excitedly, hugging your leg. You let out a giggle, picking him up. "What is it?" "I wanna go see Papa, pleaaase Mama can we go?"

"Sure, let's go see him right now," you smiled, kissing the top of his head and nuzzling your nose in his hair. "I bet he's waiting for us."

As you went to open the door, the boy shrieked excitedly. You smiled as you set him down. "You know what to do, right, sweetie?"

"Yes! I'm a big boy now!" he said, kneeling down and folding his hands. You smiled, kneeling down beside him and bowing your head.

"Papa, I missed you! I hope you're doing well. I hope you'll get better and come back soon! Mama's always soooo sad when you're out on missions." he huffed. As you listened to his excited words, you felt pride, but at the same time, you felt your heart sink. However, for the sake of the little boy next to you, you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill and just smiled as you continued to speak after him.

"Hello, honey. I missed you, too. You'll come back right? You promised. So please hurry, wherever you are.", you spoke softly, finally looking up at the picture of your husband in front of the small shrine at your home.

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trashmouth-richie · 2 months

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this promot was sent in by my lovely @joejoequinnquinn here.

prompt words were: chair, belt, “good girl” and smut 🧐

18+ no minors, talk of bdsm, two idiots in love, drug use, steve is mentioned in this off handedly, (i love adding him in at random) eddie, once again, talks about his dick, fluffy smut, Journey slander 😩, high activities, smut! be aware that the dialogue probably doesn’t make sense because they’re jenelle evans from teen mom 2 high

<1.3k eddie x fem reader

a trip to skull rock with a shared joint and a random piece of furniture, what could go wrong?

“Is this your idea of bdsm?”

Eddie tightens the belt around your wrists, a joint hanging slack from his lips, his eyes squinted with concentration, “FM?—the radio station?”

Looking back, it probably wasn’t the best idea to get higher than a kite on Easter with your boyfriend and then try to seduce one another. But alas, here you were.

The drive to skull rock was interesting to say the very least. Eddie claimed he knew how to get there only to have you traveling fifteen miles in the wrong direction— the ‘come back soon!’ sign should have been a giveaway.

“It’s an acro—af-ro—” your tongue felt like a piece of rubber in your mouth, you’d already mistaken it for gum once tonight, “Dan Aykroyd?”

“That guy from Ghost?”

The giggles took you over making you lose balance and tipping over the chair you were supposed to be sitting in, hitting the dirt with a soft little thud, hands still tied behind your back.

Eddie sat in the chair, looking down at you and shaking his head, knowing full well you both shouldn’t have smoked that last blunt. But you were so cute when you begged, he could never deny you.

“BDSM,” you continue, managing to sit up right, “it’s an acronym… but I dunno what for.”

“Oh, yeah—” Eddie scratched his head, eyes red and hazy, “I mean Harrington said it was pretty easy, and chicks went nuts over it, calling him ‘daddy’ and shit, begging to be choked.”

“‘Sir’ suits you better.”

“How about ‘Master’?”

“Now you’re pushin’ it.”

You’re intrigued. interests officially peaked as your scraped dirt under your nails, attempting a castle behind your back.

“Would I get a title? Is the peasant whore royal enough for such luxuries?”

Eddie frowns and puts the joint to your lips, “don’t call yourself that. I could punish you y’know.”

Your eyes widen as they follow the circle of smoke into the air, Eddie’s finger dancing around the center of it as if it were a ring.

He sighs audibly, loud like a bored child. Suddenly fixated on the chair he was sitting in.

“Did we bring this?”

You both burst into laughter, scaring away birds and monsters alike. Disrupting any bit of peace the forest animals had before two stoned idiots stumbled into the wilderness with a plan they had zero idea on how to execute.

BDSM in the woods, only Eddie Munson would think that was sexy.

He hoists you up, loosening the belt that was barely held on, holding your dirty hands in his, pulling you onto his lap so you’re straddling his narrow slutty boy hips.

Onyx would be jealous by your eyes alone, and Eddie’s looked downright demonic. Demon eyes in a cherubs face, that was your Eddie.

One of your favorite parts of being with him is how his weirdness meshed with yours. Whenever you got this high you could spend hours staring at his porcelain skin, wondering how in the hell he was crafted, molded, carved from the rarest of granite and marble stones and that he was yours— all yours.

Your hands walked across his face, counting his eyelashes to ten and starting again.

“Your lips are squishy,” you announce after a while of staring and not blinking,, “like gum— spongy, pink, could be almost made of cake.”

Eddie adored you, the way your eyebrows quirked like a cartoon when you were deep in thought or admiring his face.

“Definitely not cake, but you could taste them if you’d like?”

“Does it hurt?” you ask, removing your fingers from his mouth and squishing his cheeks.

“The boner you’re sitting on? Yeah, a bit.”

Your eyes widened in honest horror, “swear to God— I thought it was a flashlight.”

“Nope,” Eddie attempts a wink but ends up shutting both eyes for a collective six seconds, “that's all me baby.”

Hands lacing around his neck you grin stupidly into him, pressing your lips to the pretty plush that makes up his mouth. Pecking them with soft chicken like kisses.

His hands work the globe of your ass, squeezing, rubbing, spanking, as you bite along his collar bone, keeping your teeth marks printed into his skin— your own method of claiming him.

Buttons scatter along the dirt floor as you rip his shirt open, desperate to see the black widow that had been teasing you, the grotesque demonic zombie head that called the left side of his chest home. He promised someday the right side would be all yours.

Tracing your name into the blank space with your finger nail, Eddie lets out a low groan. Hooded eyes stare at you and his mouth is on yours before you can finish taking a breath.

It’s hot, uncoordinated in every way as the two of you claw at each other's pants in the mile high condition you were both in.

“Why…” you grunt struggling against his zipper, leaning backwards towards his knees, “..is this so difficult.”

Eddie looks down and grins lazily.

“Here, lemme help.” He unfastens the button on his jeans, wiggling his hips to shove hia jeans down enough so his cock stood like a tent in his checkered boxers.

“A picnic?” You gleam with red stark stars in your eyes, “for me?”

He pulls you forward, “oh baby, take all that you want.”

It’s quick, dirty, every bit of clumsy filled with shared laughs that were laced with whimpering moans as your bodies rock together, coming together so hard you nearly break the chair.

You buckle into him, fingers digging into his shoulders to hold yourself up. His spend on the belly of your shirt and the top of the waistband of your ‘easy access’ cotton shorts.

Nestling into him further you inhale the scent from the sweet burn of weed and sex clinging to his skin and the toothpaste that dribbled down his neck that wasn’t wiped off well enough.

His hands stroke your back lazily, lips pressed to your shoulder, cock softening on your thigh.

“What time is it?”

“Sweetheart, I couldn’t read my watch right now if I tried—everything is spinning.”

His face is pale, neck clammy with sweat.

“Gonna puke?”

“Tryin’ not—”

Holding tight to your waist and moving you over, he throws up the breakfast you had made at two in the afternoon. Eddie hurled and hurled until he shook from the ache of dry heaving.

Leaning back in the chair that you both couldn’t remember the exact whereabouts of how it appeared— he yawned with exhaustion.

“Let’s go home, take a hot shower, have a little nap?”

He nods and you help him up, pulling his hands until he’s flat footed, and you’re stumbling your way ahead of him.

“Jesus, I fucking came and barfed on your shirt.”

You shrug, slurring, “it’s okay— it’s yours anyway.”

He scoffs in bratty metal fashion, offended by your music knowledge or lack thereof, “I don’t own a ‘Journey’ shirt.”

Eddie pulls you back by the waist and examines the shirt, flipping the collar to see a sharpied ‘WM’ on the tag.

He geeks out a smile, the color of his irises bleaching back to dark brown, “better get that ‘good girl’ act ready— because Wayne is going to lose his fucking mind.”

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 3 months

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(cw: age gap 25/41; nsfw, smut, mdni; pre-established relationship, buttstuff, light degradation, belting)

"What are you doing there?"

König’s voice fills the living room, him just sitting on his big ass couch, reading a book. He’s relaxed into the cushions, his long dark hair falling over his shoulders, swept back behind his ear on the one side.

I grin to myself, feigning innocence. “Uh, nothing, just grabbing something.”

I bend down further, taking a random book from one of the lower shelfs. I’m only wearing a shirt, one of his shirts, which are way too big for me, but when I bend over like that, it fully rides up my ass, showing off everything. Because I’m wearing nothing underneath, except for a little buttplug.

He grunts, a sound that makes me look at him. The expression on his face speaks of nothing but unadulterated hunger and barely-there restraint.

“That doesn’t look like fucking nothing, brat.”, he grumbles and takes off his glasses, putting them and the book away. Yeah, he has reading glasses, and he hates them, but I love how they make him look. (Also, I get to tease him about being old, theehee.)

“I don’t know what you mean.”, I say, batting my eyelashes at him.

“Come here.”, he orders darkly, a little devilish grin cutting through the serious expression on his face.

“Yes sir.”, I answer, straightening up. I slowly take a few steps in his direction, coming closer, but only little by little. In my mind I look for the right time to run away, but when I get close enough, his arms shoot forward, grabbing me, pulling me onto his lap, thwarting my plan of making him run after me.

I yelp as he catches me. “Gotcha.”, he whispers into my ear. He pulls me against his chest, my back flush against his front, his strong arm holding me in place, as I struggle to get out of his hold, giggling the whole time. My giggles stop abruptly when his other hand drops down, barely stroking over my sensitive pussy until it reaches the plug in my ass, gently pulling on it. The sensations have me squirming in his lap, a pleading “please” dropping from my lips.

He chuckles. “Remember, you did this to yourself.”, he says, his mouth pressing kisses to the side of my neck, while he pulls the buttplug out of me, then pushes it in again. He repeats it, in and out, in and out, essentially fucking my hole with the little thing, teasing me. I whine, moving my hips to the rhythm, my pussy drooling wetness, slowly dripping down onto his fingers.

“So fucking needy for me, hm?”, he asks, his hand moving up again. I relax a bit after he lets go of my buttplug, but his digits push into the wet entrance, deep and hard, stretching me around him. I let out a little moan, and he starts to move the fingers inside me, pressing them against the fluttering walls. The strokes have me panting in no time.

My struggle against his hold has subsided, my body pliable against his broad chest, and the arm that was snaking around my waist pushes up, the hand grabbing my throat. He squeezes, ever so slightly, while at the same time stroking over the spongy sensitive spot inside me. “Come, be a good little slut, and come.”, he murmurs. The words and that deep voice send shivers down my spine, the filthy praise washing over me, and I clench around his fingers, gushes of wetness spilling on his hand.

He lifts me up, getting up from the couch, then sets me down again, so my front is strewn over the soft sofa cushions. “Hold on, Kleine.”

I hear him fumble with the belt buckle, and I expect him to pull out his dick and fuck me silly. What I don’t expect is the snap of leather as he pulls the belt from the loops around his hips.

There is a moment of silence before it comes down on my ass the first time. My back arches as the slap and my scream resounds. Oh fuck. My pussy clenches around nothing, the greedy little thing, when the strap of leather hits me again. Oh god, why does this turn me on like that?

The next slap against my cheeks is a little lighter, but then he really starts to belt me, swinging from one side to the other. The leather hitting the one side first, then the other, turning it redder and redder with every slap.

My feet wriggle on the couch cushions, anticipating every next blow. Taking everything he’s giving me. Squirming and whining. Trying not to bury my face into the soft fabric because I have learned my lesson – he wants to hear me.

“Give me a few more.”, he purrs, my only answer is panicked panting while I scramble to get myself together, my ass red and hurting, and I can feel the dripping wetness between my legs. “You think you can do that?”

“Yes.”, I say, a little hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.

“Count with me.”, he orders, his voice the same deep soft tone as before, contrasting the hard spank of the belt.

“One.”, I breathe, the word more a whimper.

Thwack.

“Two.”

Smack.

“Three.”

The leather collides with the swell of my ass again.

“Four.”

Spank.

“Five.” The last one is more a desperate whisper than an actual word.

“Good fucking girl.” His praise washes over me, relief flooding my veins as I relax against the cushions. The little punishment is over, but he doesn’t think of stopping there.

He puts the belt around my waist, pulling it through the buckle, as a little makeshift leash to hold me by. I hear the zipper opening, and then his tip is nudging against my entrance, desperately trying to fit inside.

He pulls at the little plug again, toying with me. “Fuck, your ass is so fucking pretty like that. All red, sensitive and plugged up.”, he whispers, pushing into me in one go, and the loud moan that escapes me makes me feel a little self-conscious, but those thoughts get pushed away in an instant.

“My god.”, I breathe harshly when he bottoms me out.

He fucks me hard, the tip of his dick pushing up against my cervix. It feels even more intense, I feel even fuller, with both the buttplug and him inside me. The sensation has my eyes roll back and incoherent ramblings fall from my mouth. He pulls on the belt, making my ass slap against his groin. The pace he’s going at is driving me crazy, my pussy already overstimulated to high heaven, the stretch inside me making me claw into the soft cushions. I cum around his dick, my body melting against the soft pillows. But he keeps fucking me, the pull of the belt around my waist moving me to his rhythm.

He doesn’t stop until he cums inside me, accompanied by his low moans and curses. He pulls back, leaving my inner thighs sticky and wet. His hand grabs my throat again, tilting my head up to make me look up at him. His dick still resting between my asscheeks, softening on the pillowy swell that is still stinging from the belting, my back fully arched while he presses soft kisses onto my mouth.

“Can I go back to reading now?”, he asks me, smiling against my lips. “Is your bratty ass satisfied?”

“Mhm.”, is all I manage to answer, all fucked out and fuzzy, which makes him laugh a little, a deep soft sound.

“Use your words, Liebes.”, he reiterates.

“Yes, Sir.”, I sigh, slumping further down into the cushions.

He unlatches the belt from my waist, carelessly putting it away, zips his dick up again, not even caring about the mess I made on his jeans, and sits down, pulling me into his lap, so my head rests against his shoulder in a comfy position. He even puts the little blanket over my naked legs before he reaches for the water glass on the end table and coaxes me softly to drink half of it. I don’t even realise how parched I am until the cold liquid hits my tongue.

König puts his glasses on again and opens up the book on the page he left off. He’s currently reading Dracula by Bram Stoker which made me laugh so hard the first time I saw him with it. He starts to read again while his other hand is softly stroking over my back, painting little circles on the fabric of my shirt. His breath is steady and calm and it doesn’t take long until I doze off.

I get shaken awake when he lifts me up, carrying me in his arms, making his way to the bedroom. He lies me down on the mattress, pulls the blanket over my body and presses a little kiss to my forehead. I can’t help the little smile forming on my lips, snuggling into the sheets. He turns off the lights and leaves, the door falling shut behind him.

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reztoru · 1 year

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─── Need You

彡 Gojo takes your teasing a little personally and decides to remind you that you really do need him after all.

tw / cw : no thoughts only smut ,, edging, fingering, one clit slap, a little mutual masturbation, a lil dacryphilia ? ,, pet names (baby, princess) ,, lmk if i missed anything

pairing : Gojo x afab! reader

no detailed physical descriptions of reader aside from them having a kitty

a/n : My laptop broke so it’s been a little tricky to write so bear with me. I also didn’t proofread this so shhshhh

w/c : 1k

Minors dni - 18+

Looking back on it now, maybe poking at Satoru today wasn’t a good idea — he was already being grumpy. All you did was make a few jokes about how you don’t need a man; and how you especially didn’t need one to make you cum. How were you supposed to know he was going to take your teasing as a challenge?

Which is how you ended up in this situation. Though you couldn’t remember when your clothes came off, or even how the events up to this point transpired. And every curl of Satoru’s fingers is no help. It only brought you closer to your peak, but of course, he wouldn’t let you have your way that easily.

“What’s that, baby?” He grinned as he slowed his pace. His digits rolled into you in such a languid manner, it made forming any sentences hard.

“Satoru…” you whine, “please.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted him to stop or keep moving. All you did was paw at him and attempt to focus on him. But your mind was in shambles, and it seemed impossible to even decide what to zero in on. Satoru consumed your entire body.

“What were you saying?” He leans down to you, gripping your face in his hand. “You don’t need a man, right? Go on then. Get yourself off.”

He laid a small pat on your cheek as he let his digits slide out of you, leaning back to grip his cock; giving it a few strokes. The view alone has your eyes rolling and your thighs clenching together, crying out for him to ‘please, give you more’.

Lascivious fingers make their way to your bud, rubbing circles on it with every stroke you see from Satoru. Mesmerized by the sight of him. The way his light locks clung to the sweat on his forehead, and how his eyes looked down on you. How his muscles seemed to tense with each movement he made. Oh, and his dick is truly something to drool over, and the smug bastard knew.

But these little menstruations weren’t enough for you; you needed more. So, your hand moved down to your hole, sliding in with ease. Trying your hardest to put on a show for Satoru — hoping he’d take pity on you. But your digits aren’t big enough to prod at that spongy spot inside you, and it made you become a bewildered wreck. Of course, they couldn’t reach it the way Satoru managed to — another thing that he knew.

And as he watched, he only grinned wider. His blue orbs cascaded at you. He wished he could save this image of you and tuck it in the back of his mind. With you so fucked out — by his fingers alone. Drool coming out of the sides of your mouth, tears staining your cheeks. Oh, how your legs continue to twitch, and how your hole keeps clamping around nothing; an attempt to entice him in.

But he’s the strongest for a reason, and it probably has to do with his need to be the best. And you being in front of him looking like an absolute mess gave him a power trip he definitely did not need.

“What is it, huh? You want me to fuck you?” He starts, “Come on, princess, use your words.” he licks his lips, offering your clit a slap, “you were running your mouth earlier.”

You only moaned, stuttering out, ‘’please, 'toru!”

His fingers maneuvered into your heat, and you could hear how wet you were. It’s embarrassing. You pull your legs up to your chest to try ground yourself, your nails digging into the skin. You can’t suppress the flood of moans that pour out.

And it was futile trying to remember how many times he had denied your orgasm. What you knew, though, was that whatever sorcery Satoru is using is working. It was addictive and brought you so close to the edge, time and time again. Yet, your mean boyfriend never let you have your fervent release.

His digits curling inside you made you sob, “S'toru!”

To which he let out a boisterous laugh, "Yeah, keep saying my name like that.”

It would be an understatement to say he was enjoying this, taking all his frustrations out on your poor pussy. He gives your thigh a firm slap, feeling the way you clench around him. And when he slides his fingers out of you; you almost wail.

You watch between tears as he brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean with a moan. And he holds your gaze while he moves to loom over you. Having his tongue poke out to lick up your salty streams.

“Why you cryin’, baby?” he coos with faux sympathy, “You wanna cum?”

You nod your head, your vocabulary dumbed down to Satoru’s favourite words, “yes, please.”

He instructs you to get on your hands and knees, which you hastily fall into. It gave him the perfect view of your hole, watching as your slick drizzles out. His thumb rubbed teasing circles on your clit while giving himself a few more strokes before he lined himself up at your entrance, allowing his cock to sink into you with little effort — and warning.

You cry out, gripping the bed sheets, because of course no matter how many times you’ve done this, you can never seem to fully prepare yourself for his length. And Satoru is unphased by how your walls grip so tightly around him, in fact it seems to just edge him on even more.

His hands tighten, and the hold he has on your hips keeps you right where he wants you, with no room for you to crawl away. The sound of skin colliding echoed throughout your bedroom, paired with his grunts from behind; it made your eyes roll. Not a single thought enters your head as he thrusts into you.

Over and over, he plunged into the spot that needed him most. And already being so worked up from his teasing, you couldn’t help how the coil in your stomach tightened so quickly. Everything felt so good.

“’toru, ‘toru! please, please.”

“Please, what?”

You whimper out a barely eligible, “let me cum.“

Unfortunately for you, Satoru thinks you look best like this. Drunk on him, with nothing but moans and his name coming out of your mouth; your face pressed so prettily into the pillows. Yeah, you look perfect like this, and he thinks he’ll bask in this side of you a little longer.

“No, I don’t think I will.”

#𓂃 ⋆｡°﹆ ⁞ spirit writes #𓂃 ₊‧⁺˖⋆ deep blue #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader smut

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homeslices · 1 year

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Don’t Wanna Think

A/N: Y’all please gimme requests for The Last of Us. It’s the only thing going through my head rn and I don’t have anything better to do with my spring break.

Summary: Ellie helps you forget about exams coming up. No better way then fucking you stupid.

Pairings: College!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: Smut

You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus.

The only sounds in the room were your loud moans and the pornograhic slurping coming from in between your legs.

The only thought going through your mind was Ellie, Ellie, Ellie.

Apparently you were voicing your singular thought because when you glanced down at your girlfriend, who was making herself at home in between your legs, she had a smug look in her eye.

When you made eye contact with her, she gave a particularly hard suck to your swollen clit making your eyes roll to the back of your head once again.

Her vigorous movement soon slowed to a stop and you could only whine at her lack of attention.

Rubbing your inner thigh, she speaks up.

“C’mon pretty girl, look at me.”

Using the remainder of your strength, you lift your head up begrudgingly.

Ellie looked pleased, almost even more pleased then she did when you asked her earlier to fuck you dumb.

Exams for her and your college classes are coming up in a few weeks and you have been stressed out of your mind. You’ve been pulling all-nighters for the past three days in a row, only to have your girlfriend find you passed out on your table.

You needed to get your mind off the entire thing, Ellie’s been telling you that every time she finds you face first on open textbooks every morning, and what better way to do that then having your very hot girlfriend make you cum so many times you can’t think anymore.

In fact, your exact words to her were, “Please El, don’t wanna think, just make me feel good.”

Ellie was more than happy to oblige.

See your eyes, with pupils blow wide, finally look at her again, she moves her hand on your thigh to your soaked cunt to part your folds.

“Attagirl.”

Ellie jumps right back into where she was before, licking and sucking your clit to her heart’s content, but unexpectedly, she plunges two of her fingers in your sopping wet hole.

Your back arches as you let out a particularly desperate cry and clench around her fingers as she quickly starts a fast pace speed.

All of a sudden her fingers make contact with that spongy spot inside you, one that you can never reach, but Ellie always can. You let out a squeal, coming again for the third time tonight, all over her hand.

Slowing her fingers, making sure you ride out your high in the fullest, Ellie presses a few light kisses to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Think you’re ready for my strap, pretty girl?” She questions as she puts her fingers, which were covered in your cum, in her mouth.

Nodding your head enthusiastically, you open your legs wider for her. She just hums at your eagerness and leans over to place a messy kiss on your lips, parting them while doing so so you could taste yourself on her.

Ellie’s purple strap was already attached, so as she passionately, yet messily made out with you in your half fucked out state, she gently rubs her silicone cock up and down your slit.

“I need words pretty girl.”

You suck in a sudden breath as the tip brushes against your sensitive clit.

“Yes, yes, m’ready.” You choke out.

Ellie just looks at you amused, as she slowly inches the large cock into your weeping cunt, giving you a chance to adjust to the size.

You whine at the stretch and bring your hands up to Ellie’s biceps, which were caging in your withering figure.

Finally bottoming out, she gives you a few seconds to fully get accustomed, but after you buck your hips up trying to get some sort of pleasure, she doesn’t give you any more grace.

Ellie begins a quick pace, similar to the one her fingers previously had, and you start to cry out to her once again.

The silicone kept hitting that one spot in you with every snap of Ellie’s hips, and your vision soon became hazy with pleasure. Your eyes become unfocused as the base of the strap grinds against your clit with every thrust.

Soon any coherent thought leaves your head so that the only thing coming out of your mouth besides whines and moans, is incoherent babbling.

Ellie was very much amused at your fucked out state, as well as pleased with herself for making your wish come true.

“Such a good girl for me.” She says as she kisses and sucks your neck, marking you as hers. “Look at you making a mess all over my cock.”

The base of the strap at this point is drenched with your slick and Ellie’s hand soon reaches down in space connecting the both of you together and starts rubbing quick circles around your clit, all the while speeding up her thrusts.

You let out one last sob as the coil in your stomach soon snaps. White pleasure floods your vision as you soak the sheets beneath the both of you.

You feel euphoric, like you're floating. Not a single thought travels through your mind as you ride the high, feeling more relaxed than you have in weeks.

Slowly, but surely, you came back down to reality only to find Ellie looking right at you while cupping your face.

“Hey pretty girl, you back?”

You let a shaky “mhm” only for Ellie to sit the both of you up and hand you a glass of water.

It was only then you noticed the change of sheets and the oversized band tee and boxers, belonging to your girlfriend, that you now wore.

You gulp down the water that was handed to you and soon, lay back down together in the same position you were previously.

“Feel better?” Ellie asks in a gentle tone.

“Much better,” you breathe out. “Thank you Els.”

“Anytime pretty girl. Seriously, anytime.”

You let out a light laugh at that.

“On second thought, maybe I’ll just do what you do to destress and smoke a joint to get high.”

With a mischievous glint in her eye, your girlfriend plants an idea in both of your minds.

“Why not do both?”

#ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #tlou x you #tlou smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x you #the last of us #the last of us x reader #ellie smut

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kisabesworld · 1 year

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MEAN DOM ELLIE AND ABBY MEAN DOM ELLIE AND ABBY

warnings : spit, mean words, strap usage, double penetration :)

u literally cannot shut me up ab this

ellie between your legs as you’re laid back between the two women, you resting on abby’s chest, stifling loud erotic moans. ellie’s tongue working wonders on your pussy, fingers stuffed to the knuckle in your cunt as she eats you out. curling her fingers into that spongy spot that has you seeing stars. abby pinching your nipples harshly, laughing at how you squirm in her grip, her strong arms locked around you as to keep you in place. abby would suck dark hickies on your neck, reveling in the way she marks your skin. even though you’d came a number of times, ellie never slows. she’d eat you till she’s done, and even then she’d want more. once she’s done you’re limp, merely a doll they’re throwing around for their own pleasure. (not that you don’t like it, though.) as ellie slid on her strap, abby would sloppily make out with you, swapping spit as her hands grip your hips so hard it’s sure to bruise. if you’d turn away, she’d grab your face harshly, pulling your lips back towards her. then, she’d let ellie have you as she put on her own strap. and ellie was nasty. she’d grin at you, straddling your hips and pushing you down onto the bed. her strong arms would pin you down, hips unconsciously grinding against you. she’d grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open for her. licking the rest of your juices off of her fingers, she’d spit in your mouth, immediately closing your mouth and pinching your nose, giving you no choice but to swallow if you wanted to breathe. she’d laugh cruelly, moving up to grind on your chest, the hard plastic of her strap bumping your chin and rubbing against your lips. abby would be the one to come in and stop ellie’s teasing, saying something like, “she’s too much of a slut to be teased this much, els. she can’t take it.” in mock concern, a rough hand coming down to cup your face, thumb caressing your cheek gently. and in your fucked-dumb state, you take this as abby being nice, merciful. you lean into her touch a soft whimper leaving your swollen lips. “you need to be fucked by us both, don’t you, babe?” she says, a grin spreading across her face. tears come to your eyes at the thought, too overstimulated to even speak. “awh, poor baby,” ellie says, scooting away from her position on top of you and grabbing your limp body to set you up between the two of them. “don’t worry, we’ll take care of you, doll.” she continues, hands coming down to spread your legs open for them. abby would lift you up onto her lap, slowly sliding her strap into your soaked cunt. when she’d bottomed out, she’d lift you again, until just the tip of her strap was left. you closed your eyes, head lolling back onto abbys shoulder. ellie would just laugh cruelly, shoving her strap into your cunt right next to abbys. they’d fuck you until they’d been satiated, leaving you overstimulated and twitching in the process, with red, tear stained cheeks. and although they’d been mean, they’d give you the best after care. abby would give you water, while ellie would wipe you down, rubbing at the spots they’d left a particularly nasty bruise. they’d coo, praising you and how you did so well for them, that they love you. then they’d bundle you all up in blankets, ready for rest after all of that.

(literally going feral i cannot)

#the last of us #tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #tlou2 #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #abby anderson smut #abby x reader #abby anderson thirst #abby anderson fluff #abby tlou #abby and ellie #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader

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bleedingichorhearts · 3 months

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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIII

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Now, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. They know.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // One Cuss. Uno.

Waking up to my bladder screaming at me to go to the bathroom, and the urge to eat something sweet. I threw the blankets off of me and shuffled off from the bed; waddling to the bathroom while thinking of the sweets that were stored in the fridge making my mouth water just thinking about it.

Strawberry chocolates sounded good, but they didn’t sound so good to make right now at… I stretched a little up on the toilet to look through the bathroom window… In the middle of the night, and a pixie stick was just too much sugar, and I wanted something creamy, spongy. Oh! Ow!

I rubbed the underside of my belly, trying to soothe the cramp that started there while standing up to flush the toilet. Mumbling down at my rounded belly to try and calm down the little rascal in there. “Calm down there. I’ll get us something, don't you worry.”

I should have really taken another test when I was in that store. Not like I didn’t know that I was pregnant before. The signs were very clear, and so was the growth. It was almost frightening,Of how this baby was growing inside of me. I had absolutely no idea if this would kill me or not and that was the first thought that came up in my mind. That this could possibly kill me because of how much bigger an Astartes was.

Asclepius had to calm me down after I randomly cried to him about it. His praising, honeyed words putting my worries to rest as he lightly traced his hands along my skin. Carefully lifting up that little pouch I had then, purring into my ear. It was almost hard not to pounce on him then. Not that I had to anyways. He did that for me.

In fact, they all started doing stuff for me. Whether it would be putting on some clothes, cooking something, lifting me up in their arms to take a stroll outside, doing a hobby with me when I demanded it, and sending them out for a particular craving or even providing for me for the more pleasurable times. It was all very appreciated.

Even Hydra stopped eating the raw meat for a moment to avoid angering, or stressing me out. Earning more kisses, and snuggles that day he took without a problem, getting smug over it, but I was very proud of him not eating the raw meat. He still had some turtles around though…

Waddling through the halls. I made it to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. The light giving me a not so warm welcome to the sweets inside of it. My eyes glaring at the fridge in order to see what I was targeting to sedate my craving right now.

I would have let one of the boy’s do it, but none of them were around right now. Something they don’t do very often or really never at all, but it was nice to not have them evading my personal space. I would usually get very snappy at them for doing so if they were in my space for too long.

Though, I was grateful they stashed the house with anything, and everything they could before leaving for one of their adventures, including Solor. Which was a rare thing to happen because they always at least leave one of them with me to watch over me, and that always ends up with Solor being the “babysitter.” Not that he minded at all. It was his time to enjoy his little maidens'... switchy emotions.

Locking my eyes on the container, I pulled it out and closed the fridge. Another cramp hitting me a little harder than last time, stilling me in my tracks, a slow exhale leaving me to ease the pain a little bit better.

Putting my hand back underneath my belly, slow rubbing there. I put the container on the island and pulled on a drawer and picked up a fork in it before closing it. Turning to the container, my mouth started to water to think of the creamy sweetness this thing must have held like it was something to be worshipped.

Popping off the lid. I didn’t even let the smell register as I dug straight in. It's chocolatey creaminess doing wonders on my tongue. Satisfying me immensely as I moaned out at the taste. I could have a damn orga–

I shrieked, the sound of the front door being kicked in along with multiple windows shattering startled me. My hands coming down to surround my belly. Blinding lights shining at me in every direction I tried to look. Boots thudding against the ground as I saw my desert being swiped away from me.

A person tried to talk to me with their hand coming to my shoulder trying to get me to move when I snatched onto their hand, and gripped it hard. A groan leaving me as I could feel this liquid running down my legs.

The person cussed, then started yelling out orders while slowly urging me out the door they busted through from as another person came up to my side. A medic it looked to be. Telling me to breathe in and out, in and out. All the way to a helicopter? Where in the hell did that come from?

“If you keep telling me to breathe in and out, in and out I swear to–” I groaned again, clutching onto the medics vest, glaring straight through their visor. “-I will make sure you don’t get to breathe in and out!”

“Y-yes ma’am.” The medic reported a flood of curses leaving my mouth while I clutched onto the other armored man beside me. Their form leaning over as the rest of the night felt like a painful blur.

There was a lot of screaming, wires, and doctors being thrown about. My head going light headed in some parts as they encouraged me to push. Blood staining their gear until I felt light, too light.

“My baby.” I mumbled, looking around for my baby. White glaring back at me. “Where’s my baby?”

“Hold on ma’am, you lost a lot of blood.” I heard someone mumble before everything started faded out. My head leaning back on the bed.

“Ma’am? Ma’am?” The person called. “Sh*t! She's fading on us!”

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIV

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XII

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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fxllfaiiry · 2 years

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💌 ─ And I could be a pretty girl

gif credits go to: @robinsource

♡ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Robin Buckley x Reader

♡ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Just a small smut blurb with Robin.

♡ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 602

♡ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUT!!! Sub! Robin & Dom! Reader, mommy kink, tit play, spitting, a lot of foul words, teasing, reader wears rings, fingering & I think that's it? Lemme know if I missed something.

♡ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: My first time writing smut so be nice! Again please don't mind any grammatical errors English is not my first language.

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“Mommy.” Robin mewled.

“Shush, baby I know.” You said with a small smirk on your face, seeing your baby laid out bare in front of you, moaning like a whore, did something to you.

“It hurts.' Cried Robin, lips set into a pout. Her face was extremely flushed, her hair messed up, tears running down her face, you had been teasing her for god knows how many hours now, and she was getting exhausted.

“Just one more ok, then mommy will let you come.”

Hearing those words, Robin's pout quickly disappeared, and she nodded looking up at you with hooded eyes.

You smiled and gently shifted your hands down to her little clitty, you slowly started rubbing small circles on her clit, making her cry out loud. Her legs starting to thrush around, making you pin them down.

“Now be a good girl for mommy, ok?”

Robin was too far gone, she hadn't noticed you asking her something. Too lost in her pleasure moaning and asking for more. You sped up making her moan loudly. Just as she was right over the tipping point, you swiftly pulled your hands away from her swelled-up clit.

“Mommy no” Robin whimpered.“I’ll be good, I promise” Her eyes welled up with tears and a small pout formed upon her lips. “Mommy I can be your pretty girl, please,” Robin said thinking that will get you all soft on her. Well, she was right.

Taking pity on her, you merely smiled. Saying nothing you moved your hand up to her nipple and started rubbing it in small circles making Robin arch her back. Her moans sounding like music to your ears. You then abruptly stopped, making Robin whine. Your hands slowly inched towards the place where she needed you the most. Stopping when you reached her pretty little peach, you inserted two fingers and started thrusting them in and out without any mercy. That made Robin shut her eyes and let out a moan, her hands gripping the sheets, making her knuckles turn pale.

The rings on your fingers only added to her pleasure. Your fingers curled up hitting a spongy spot inside of her, bringing her closer to the edge. Her walls were fluttering around your fingers. You took your other hand, collecting some of her wetness and smearing it on her tits, after massaging her sensitive buds for a few minutes you pull your hand away still thrusting in and out of her sensitive hole, and then you brought your lips up to her pussy and spit on it. Robin let out the loudest moan of the night after watching you perform such a filthy act, your spit adding to her wetness, overwhelming her the best way possible.

“Mom-my, I’m close.” Robin somehow managed to utter out through her overwhelming pleasure.

“I know baby, I know.” You sped up after hearing her words. Thrusting your fingers in and out faster. That made Robin lose it. Her walls cleaned around your fingers, her juices leaking out, she uttered “thank you, mommy, thank you.” Before her eyes rolled at the back of her head, she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood from it. You fingered her throughout her entire orgasm, once she had come down from her high, you quickly pulled your fingers out from her pussy, making her whimper from the loss. You put your fingers up to your mouth and gave them a nice long lick, Robin observing you with lustful eyes, drool coming out of her mouth.

You grinned and said to her, “Don’t worry Robs, it's not over yet.”

Tagging a few people: @moonlight-imagines @goawayrvse

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dduane · 1 year

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Hi! This might end up a super weird question, sorry in advance!

So just came across your twitter today and seeing your profile pic my brain is now convinced that you were the person who years ago shared this one really good bread recipe with oven baked garlic in it? Is it actually you? I tried to look through your tumblr but I didn't find anything so I'm so sorry if it's not you? But man that was the best bread I ever ate so I really want to find the recipe again! Thank you so much in advance... QvQ

No, it's not weird at all! Don't sweat it. :)

I've been baking for a long time, and have posted enough recipes now, here and there, that it's hard to keep track of them all sometimes. So I feel your pain. :)

...That said: I don't think I've done a recipe that involves actually baking garlic in the bread. ...Roasting garlic and then squeezing that into or onto already-baked bread, that I've seen around... though not in any of my own recipes. (Not that it's not a good idea: I just haven't been down that road myself.)

... @petermorwood just sent me this really quite sensual-looking garlic bread TikTok that does involve the roasted and squeezed-out garlic approach. I'll reblog it after this post, as I'm not sure how to pull the embed out of his.

Meanwhile, here's a garlic bread thread I did on Twitter some time back. (Pulling the images and contents into this post, because who knows what's going to happen to Twitter in the medium term...? But the thread starts here for those who want to link to that.)

"Tonight's garlic bread. Method follows. :) "

"...RIGHT. So this is based on many warmed-over/reheated Manhattan-based pizzeria dinners back in the 70s, when I was still doing hospital work and you were glad to either (a) reheat what you had from last night, or (b) make something very like it, but hotter and fresher.

"The basic approach: Buy in small cheap store-baked baguettes. (There is no POSSIBLE point in you using good homebaked bread on these. Buy cheaply made spongy bread that will SOAK UP THE GARLIC BUTTER SOONEST.)

"Slice each one more or less into five or six thickish slices (NOT all the way through, just 5/6 of the way to the back of the loaf.) Warm them a bit in the oven or microwave if they're cold.

"Mix together: Six to eight cloves of freshly chopped garlic: at least 300g but maybe more like 500g of butter. Some coarse-ground pepper: some salt: a little bit of onion powder. Herbs to your preference (oregano, parsley, whatever...).

"Additionally, as we did tonight: brown 6-8 slices of bacon by your preferred method. (I did it in the microwave because I could *not be arsed* to get involved with the frying pan.)

"Set up each sliced baguette in a piece of foil big enough to fold loosely around it (to keep the butter in) and undo without a whole lot of trouble. Pry the bread slices apart and stuff at least a teaspoon of butter or two between each pair of slices. (OR MORE.)

"(In our tonight-variant: Stuff a crumbled slice of bacon into the garlic butter between each slice.) Preheat the oven to sort of 180C/375F. Put each baguette and its foil in a baking tray. Shove the whole business into the oven and give them 10 minutes or so with the foil on.

"Pull the garlic breads out and unfold the foil from around them. Shove them back into the oven and give them another 10 minutes, keeping a close eye on them so they won't burn. (f you want to put some cheese on top of one, this is your time.)

"Pull them out and let them cool enough not to destroy the human beings intending to eat them. After they cool (if anything's left) put a *faintly damp* tea-towel/dishtowel over them to keep them nice. If coming to them again later, heat them gently at first, then FIERCELY.

"...And now the pics. Mine:

"His (with the cheese):

...The roasted-garlic garlic bread follows in the next post. :)

("Why is this shot like a porno?" someone says plaintively in the comments. Well, why indeed? And why not.)

#garlic bread #baking #recipes

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ghoularaki · 1 year

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tw pseudo-incest, infantilization, nrc is a college, fingering and hand/blowjobs

thinking about how trey is heartslabyul’s big brother. even if he doesn’t mean to, so used to having his two younger siblings, he instinctively inserts himself in an older brother, nurturing role. so when he sees that you seem to need a lil more help than others, he can’t help but gravitate towards you. whether it is helping with school work you are falling behind in or simply helping you carry your books for you, he does it with no questions.

after growing close to him, you can’t help but make the joke, “you really do act like an old brother, trey.” your comment was simply a tease, but trey feels his heart pound in his chest.

"yeah i'm basically your nii-san," he laughs with that shy, closed eye smile. brushing off your comment, he tries to stifle how the thought of you calling him nii-san makes his cock throb.

and slowly, but surely other students notice how close you two become. you aren’t immune to cater’s taunts of how you are basically trey’s lil sister at this point. you brush it off, as usual. trey doesn’t let you do anything if it’s within his control. he carries you books, slings your backpack over his shoulder, feeds you when you two have lunch together and even ties your shoes for you. when he’s kneeling down before you, your foot on his raised knee, you try to squirm away saying you can do it yourself, but he tuts, “i’m older, let me take care of you.”

you blush at the implication and soak up how he babies you. it escalates to him even going into your dorm and tucking you in, sometimes spending the night to make sure you actually sleep and are not playing on your phone. so when your relationship bleeds into something more sexual, you weren’t even surprised. he can tell when you are frustrated and even offers his help in more... biblical ways. so when you are sprawled across his lap, legs pried open with his own, in front of a mirror, you welcomed how he gently used his own fingers to swirl patterns into your neglect clit. he takes his fingers that are longer, thicker than yours and sweetly drags them in and out your hole.

“see, if you curl your fingers right,” he pauses at your moan as he plays with the spongy spot in your pussy, “here, it feels good, right?”

he leans his head against yours, glasses still on so he can see every expression you make for him, for your senpai, your nii-san.

and ofc after he makes you feel so good, you offer to return the favor. you ask so innocently to give him a handjob. trey is ecstatic, but he reassures that you don’t have to.

"but i want to make you feel good too," he almost melts right there.

you are so nervous stroking up and down but you finally have the courage to put your mouth around his tip, scared to go down further. he moans in surprise and clutches onto you (but not forcing your head down). after you hear him moan you come back up to look up at him, his glasses skewed, "did i do good... nii-chan?" and he literally almost blows his load right then and there.

#yandere x reader #yandere trey clover #trey clover smut #trey x reader #yandere twst #twst smut #dark.web #tw incest #tw infantilization

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neptoons1998 · 1 year

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Rolling dough

Ships: Attuma x Okoye (Main) Aneka xAyo, Shuri x Riri

Warnings: I don't think I have any, beside non-beta

Summary: Bakery Owner x Gym Owner AU. It's just a met cute nothing else except fluff.

A/N: That's it on housekeeping.

Chapter One: Yeast Donut

yeast is used as a leavener, which creates air pockets when frying the batter that results in their signature light and airy texture. They're less likely to be crumbly, due to their spongy consistency, and can be glazed, frosted, or filled.

Runaway Donuts is a well-known doughnut shop that stayed on Vinal Ave and Boston Street here in Cambridge, Massuchutes. Okoye owned this small shop. The little shop is the most important thing to her. See how people from all walks of life come to her humble shop just to try her homemade dough made it worth it for her to wake up so early in the morning. The little shop is like any brick and stone building in the New England state. But the inside had a cozy aesthetic with soft warm colors of yellow and pink. Based on everything that was going on in her life, it should be going perfectly what more could Okoye ask the universe? “Maybe a man,” Shuri quipped up as Okoye put the finishing icing on some doughnuts. Okoye forgot annoying her little cousin can be when she’s bored. Shuri’s remark earned a soft chuckle from Aneka. The woman rolled her eyes “Or woman,” Aneka added wanting to tease her sister-in-law even more. Sometimes Okoye forgets that Aneka was one year older than her when she pulls stunts like this. How her sister finds her unique, is anyone’s guess. Ayo shook her head, “My love play nice.” Thank you “It’s not Okoye's fault that weak men can’t keep up with her,” Ayo joked. “That’s it everyone out! out !” Okoye shouted out to them. Hoping that her voice would move her family to the front house of the building since Okoye was done baking for the rest of the day. The small group rolled their eyes as if she was a pesky fly that was bothering them, not the other way around. She gets why her family was worrying about her. Okoye wasn’t ignorant to know the reason why Shuri decided to attend MIT rather than Yale like her brother did. Shuri, even though she wouldn’t admit wanted to be close to her older cousin especially when Okoye and W’bai didn’t work out. Can you call it not working out if the man of your dreams decided to be the runaway bride? The baker thought. Her family while sweet, they are overbearing and protective. She just needs time anyway from the dating scene. Plus with her bakery and her thought on creating it into a franchise, she has too much on her plate right now. If only her family would understand that. “Whelp that’s my queue to go,” Shuri slayed as she tried to slither her way closer to the door. Okoye’s eyebrows perked up as she looked at the clock, “Why are you leaving so soon? I thought class starts at 10 today?”Okoye asked her little cousin to stay at the bakery shop until it was time for her to go to MIT. “Well, yeah, but I have this really important thing,” Shuri spits out hoping it sounds believable to Okoye. Shuri looking at her fingernails, “Y’know how biochem can be.” “Because she wants to make time to talk to Riri before class,” Aneka sang as she laid her head on Ayo’s shoulder. Okoye’s eyes widen, “W-what? Who’s Riri ? and why did you sa-oh!” Shuri was flustered looking anywhere but at her older cousins. That’s what I get for blabbering to Aneka, Shuri thought. “I’m leaving,” Shuri said as she quickly walked out of the door, “See you after classes.” “Now if she can be like that when she’s at the store,” Okoye joked as pressed the button to brew the hot coffee. “I don’t understand why she doesn’t see that girl already?” Ayo muttered, “I’m getting a headache with the back and forth they seem to do.” Eventually, Ayo and Aneka left to take care of some errands, finally leaving the baker alone. Okoye took a deep breath, her family knew how to exhaust her. “This would be the perfect time to count which donuts are selling the most,” She said out loud to herself. The owner started taking inventory, and her ears perked up when she heard the soft bells of the door.

“Welcome to Runaway Donuts,” Okoye greeted.

#fanfiction #writing #my fanfiction #shuri x riri #riri williams #okoye x attuma fanfiction #attuma #okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #okoye #fluff fic

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violetjedisylveon · 7 months

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Tipping Point

Eda raises two gods AU chap 17

Summary: Just the kiddos playing and having some fun while the adults talk boring adult stuff😇

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: 🛑Usual AU warnings, you know the ones, trauma and traumatic experiences, I'll start putting a marker in case of anything bad in these chapters so you can prepare yourselves!🛑

A/N: What's up you lovely people, I'm back!

Little fun fact about Enzo, they severely nerf themself so they don't get any attention, so they're going to moddle their abilities after the typical witchling and not do anything too out of the ordinary, cause this traumatized baby is a little bit paranoid.

Eda raises two gods AU Masterpost

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"Whoa!" Gailine shouted and stuck her tail straight out for balance.

"Be careful up there!" Enzo shouted up at her.

The Ocelat waved their concern off with a shrug.

"I'm fine Enzo! Nothing's gonna happen-" she abruptly broke off as she fell off the branch.

"Gailine!"

Enzo quickly summoned a spongy plant(with a spell circle like they and the Owl Lady had talked about) to break her fall. She landed safely, on her feet like she always insisted she did, with a giggle.

"It's squishy!" She cheered, immediately bouncing on the plant.

"C'mon up! It's fun!" She invited in the middle of a backflip.

Enzo climbed onto the large springy plant and grimaced at the texture of it.

"It feels disgusting." They complained.

If they'd known this plant felt so yucky, he would have summoned a different one.

"If you jump you won't feel it!" Gailine reasoned.

Enzo rolled their eyes but started to bounce anyway. It was fun. Even if the texture sucked hard.

"I bet I can jump higher than you." Gailine challenged, bouncing in front of them.

"You're on!" Enzo shouted.

They both jumped until their legs burned and they couldn't anymore. Gailine wound up winning, she had several natural advantages going in her favor.

"What's wrong Enzo? Tired?" Gailine teased as she lorded over them.

She was quicker to recover too. Enzo rolled their eyes and flipped over onto their back. They stared up at the clear sky through the trees and absently fiddled with their concealment stone.

The Owl Lady and Gailine's mom had to talk about something that "little ears shouldn't hear", which Gailine had protested to since her ears were bigger than Eda's, so they got to go play in the woods near the house. They just had to keep it in sight.

King was still inside, napping with Nibs, Syvne and Aeronwen.

"What do you think they're talking about?" They asked, glancing over at the house in the distance.

They had been meeting a lot recently, Gailine's mom was coming over with her at least twice a week and they were always talking about something.

"Probably boring adult stuff. My moms always have me play outside with Syvne and Aeronwen when they have to talk about stuff." Gailine shrugged, flopping down next to them.

"Maybe they're talking about school." She said after a moment.

"Huh?"

"They went to school together, and one of mama's friends was just over at my house, they seemed really upset. Maybe she's telling your mom what happened." Gailine explained.

"Oh. Maybe." Enzo hummed.

Gailine kept calling the Owl Lady their mom, Enzo never bothered to correct her about it. They… liked it… liked Gailine calling Eda their mom.

She did it right in front of Eda too and never got corrected, so Enzo assumed it was okay… for Gailine. They still didn't know what she would think about them calling her mom, her face always got red when Gailine did it.

The idea felt a little funny, but a nice sort of funny, like a little tickle behind their ears.

"I'm hungry. Let's go eat!" Gailine lept up.

She jumped off the plant and slipped on the wet ground, she hit her forehead on a large rock as she tried to catch herself.

Enzo immediately jumped down to check on her. Their heart picked up. They grabbed her face and inspected the site of the injury. She complained but he didn't hear it.

There was a small trickle of blood, and bruising had already started. They thought blood look blue for a second, but the color faded the moment he tried to take a closer look.

Why is her blood weird like that? They wondered.

Gailine pushed their hands away as she got up. She dusted herself off and experimentally pressed the wound. She winced and Enzo moved to check it again, she was quicker (and not humoring him, as she often did) this time.

"It's fine, worry worm, I'll get a bandaid inside." She said.

She grabbed their outstretched hand and dragged them into a run.

"Hoot! The kids are back! Hoot!" Hooty hooted once they broke the tree line.

Enzo dimly heard papers shuffling inside as they continued their approach at top speed. Gailine never slowed down for anything it seemed.

Hooty opened the door just in time for her to run through it with them following close behind, she nearly crashed into the couch but managed to flip herself over it and stick the landing, this time.

"You take too many risks." Enzo told her.

"And you worry too much." She stuck her tongue out at him, they returned the gesture.

"You kids back for lunch?" Eda asked, coming in the kitchen with a first aid kit in hand.

Gailine was always getting scuffed up, no matter what they did, she always found a way to get hurt. It was definitely worrying.

"Yeah. Gailine hit her head on a rock." Enzo said.

Gailine playfully hissed and shoved them.

"Tattle tail." She growled.

"It's not tattling when you're hurt!" Gailine's mom called from the kitchen.

Gailine growled something in her mom's direction, it was funny, sometimes Gailine and her mom would talk normally, sometimes they'd talk like cats. Clover softly growled back but otherwise she said nothing else.

"Let's get that scratch looked at kid." Eda said.

"It's fine, just a little-" Enzo elbowed Gailine in the middle of her excuse, she glared at them.

"What's your mom always say?" Eda asked the Ocelat.

"Check every wound no matter how small cause even the tiniest ones get infected." Gailine huffed.

"Yep." Eda nodded approvingly.

The Owl Lady cleaned up Gailine's head wound, it was only surface level and showed no signs of developing into a concussion. Amazingly, Gailine had never gotten a concussion before, and she hit her head a lot. Eda had said that Ocelats were better prepared against fall damage cause they lived in trees, which made enough sense.

"Can I eat now? I'm starving!" Gailine said once the owl lady packed up her med kit.

"Yeah! Food! Food!" King chirped, jumping onto Enzo's head.

Eda sighed with a chuckle.

"Do you kids want sandwiches or some of that stew we had last time?" Gailine's mom asked from the kitchen.

Gailine raced into the kitchen, with nothing better to do, Enzo followed her.

She peered over the counter on her tiptoes to see what options were available. Gailine liked having options, and she liked having bits of each.

"Can I have both?" She asked.

Clover glanced down at her and shrugged.

"Ask Eda, it's her food." She said.

"Eda can I-"

"Sure kid, whatever you want." Eda said.

"Just nothing from the top shelves, those aren't for kids." She added, ruffling up Gailine's fluffy mane of hair.

Her tail stuck straight up and she threw open the fridge with mischievous excitement.

"Gailine." Clover warned.

"Miss Eda said I could have whatever I want!" Gailine argued.

She was already holding a big block of Auro cheese.

"I didn't say make yourself sick." Eda said, snatching the cheese from Gailine.

Gailine wasn't supposed to have that kind. Ocelats couldn't properly digest Auro milk products, some other types of milk were okay, but Gailine really liked Auro cheese.

"That's not fair!" Gailine complained.

"I'm not letting you poison yourself today Gailine, we don't have the time to deal with a stomach ache, I have an appointment today." Clover said firmly.

"Ugh you're the worst!" Gailine shouted.

Clover just rolled her eyes and kept cutting solanum berries.

Enzo glanced between Gailine, who was very upset, and her mother. They didn't like people upset, Philip always blamed them when he was upset. It was usually their fault anyway… right?

"We've got blue milk mushroom cheese from Datura if you want that?" Enzo tentatively offered.

Gailine's ears perked up and she glanced at her mom hopefully.

"Does it have dairy?" Clover asked.

"No, it's from mushrooms." Enzo answered.

"That's fine then." Clover allowed.

"Aw yeah!" Gailine cheered.

Enzo grabbed it from the cheese container and handed it off to Gailine. She squealed and snatched it up.

"It's so blue!" She gushed.

She looked up at him with her wide, orange, slightly unsettling eyes.

"Did your grandma make this herself?" She asked.

"Datura makes anything she can by herself, she gave us some dried Cockatrice to snack on." Enzo answered, pulling out the pack of dried meat they'd been given.

"I wanna try some! Can I?" Gailine asked eagerly.

"Sure! It's really tasty!" Enzo gave her the bag.

They dug through the fridge together, Eda and Clover moved to the living room to keep talking about their important boring adult stuff.

"I'm gonna make the biggest , tastiest sandwich ever!" Gailine declared proudly.

"Not if I make mine better!" Enzo challenged.

"You're on!" Gailine cheered.

XXX 🛑(ye be warned)

Enzo blew a raspberry at Gailine behind them and raced on ahead, they were racing in the front yard, or at least what Eda called the front yard.

"Can't catch me!" Ezno taunted Gailine.

"Bet I can!" She shouted.

She pounced, Enzo jumped back away from her, and their foot slipped on the loose ground.

They didn't hit the ground when they fell.

Instead they tipped all the way back and the wind rushed in their ears.

They were falling.

Off the edge of the cliff.

But they were falling.

Like they had before meeting Papa.

Like they had when Papa would toss them and Este and always, always catch them.

Like when Papa made them run away, they had fallen off his hand.

Like when Philip-

A sickeningly slimy sludge wrapped around their whole entire body, cutting out any light and trapping them in the dark sludge. They didn't like the dark, total darkness wasn't good, Philip kept his lab super dark… it could see in the dark just fine but Philip couldn't which made it a very weird choice. The ever present darkness had deeply unsettled them.

The cold and sludge and darkness reminded them of being summoned- were they being summoned? They couldn't be, he never summoned them during the day, he waited til they were asleep and-

Light blinded them, cutting off any other thoughts they might have.

Somewhere in their mind, they registered that their mind was racing, but that took a backseat to the feeling of goopy slide all over them, it was on their face- they hated when he touched their face!

They weren't safe! They weren't safe! They needed to be safe! Make it safe!

"Enzo?!" The high pitched screech barely made it over the overwhelming sound of blood roaring in their ears.

Their heart was racing out of control.

The rapid pace only reminded them of bad things… nothing ever went well when their heart raced.

They couldn't breathe, something, someone, was strangling them.

They couldn't see anything, their eyes burned.

Their insides were squirming and stone stiff at the same time. Their stomach did flips while their muscles were frozen.

They were locked in place, unable to breath, unable to move, unable to think, unable to scream.

Their face was wet and their mouth stung.

Bleeding! I'm bleeding!-

Something pressed against their back.

Enzo froze.

Something warm rested on their shoulder.

Something warm and fuzzy.

They could feel light pressure on their back. Whatever it was, it vibrated.

And there was something rumbling on their lap.

The weight wasn't crushing.

It was light, ready to move away at a moment's notice, but firmly there.

Enzo blinked.

An orangey yellow spot appeared in their vision.

Somewhere in their mind, they recognized the coiled shape as something that could be trusted.

Tentatively, they reached out their hand and stroked the spot. The rumbling grew louder.

They could hear it over their still racing heart.

I can hear something else. They realized.

Calm, steady breathing.

In. Pause. Out. Pause.

Enzo felt the weight on their back move with each breath.

They found themself copying the movement.

There was another sound.

A light melody floated through the air, magic wrapped around them, brushed against their skin

Slowly but surely, their surroundings became clearer.

Slowly but surely, their heart slowed down.

Slowly but surely, their panic attack was ending.

It was Nibs coiled up and purring on his lap.

It was Gailine pressed against their back, breathing in and out, her head resting on their shoulder, gently nuzzling them.

It was Eda singing, her magic weaving through the air around them and making them feel safe.

They weren't alone.

Enzo choked on a sob.

Everything paused but only for a brief moment before returning.

Enzo sat there, crying, surrounded by the gentle sounds of music and purring and steady breathing.

All they could think of was how nice it was to not be alone.

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Tada! Trauma Cliffhanger!😈

Was it worth the wait?

Do you hate me yet?

No? You will, eventually. 😈

Now Eda's really gotta get this star kid to therapy, poor lil guy is fucked up.

I finally got back onto the therapy plotline! Unfortunately, that means Enzo's in for a bad time, I move the plot forward through trauma.

I took some inspiration from Puss In Boots: The Last Wish for the panic attack scene, but with a therapy cat and noodle instead of a dog!

Gailine does have two moms, they are both aromatic lesbians and are married strictly for tax purposes. Their relationship somewhere in the queer platonic area.

Clover is the one who wanted a kid and decided it was easier and less legally complicated to just have a kid with the person she'd legally married to.

They technically live together, again soley for tax breaks, but just on the same property, they have different houses on it. Gailine gets to go between them freely which she thinks is the coolest.

Just thought I'd add that in there as a bit of an apology/something kinda cute after what I did to poor Enzo.

I've been watching cinema therapy recently, just cause it showed up and I think it's really interesting, so most of my psychological disorders information comes from there and some of my own research.

For shiggles I filled out an online PTSD test for Enzo and the results came back as PTSD positive, who could've known. Also this lil guy absolutely has complex PTSD, they went through centuries of trauma.

Anyways, onto the therapy plotline!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

Happy Halloween 🎃!

VJS Out!

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 2 years

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Old Bones Aflame (Part 42)

90% sure that I'm nearing the end of this fic. I anticipated about 3 or 4 more chapters give or take and then I'll be starting the next one. May or may not take a break to work on some Azula week prompts and finish a Swan Queen even before diving into the next thing.

Azula finds herself a comfortable log to sit upon, the one that Hama had dragged over there a while back so that she would have a place to rest. She will leave the Avatar to find his own place to sit. Evidently, the grass is comfy enough for him.

“What did you want to talk about, Azula?”

“What was it like for you when you died? After you came back, I mean.”

Aang furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Did you have all of your memories? Were they in order?”

His look of puzzlement only deepens. “Yeah, I had no problems with my memory. I was a little confused when I woke up with hair and on a Fire Nation ship but everything else was in order. Why? Are you having trouble with your memories?”

“Not anymore.” She replies simply. “I suppose that there are a few things that are no longer in chronological order but it isn’t a big deal. Those things are mostly insignificant moments, anyhow.”

“Is everything else okay?” He asks.

“What did your appetite look like when you first came back?” She returns with a question and then a second. “And your sleeping pattern?”

Again he fixes her with a quizzical expression, this one is dashed with concern. “Azula…”

“Answer the questions, Avatar.”

“Normal.” He replies and her heart sinks. “I guess I had some trouble sleeping but that’s because I just let the entire Earth Kingdom down. But other than that, normal for me.”

“Right. That’s all I needed to know.”

“Azula, are you having trouble sleeping and eating?”

She shrugs. “I don’t need to do either anymore. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve eaten anything. I feel fine. I haven’t slept in that long either. I am fully alert and I don’t feel tired. I suppose I should be happy, I’m more efficient now.” More efficient and less human.

“That bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“Why would it?” She asks. “I have the advantage. I don’t feel pain either, would you like to see?” She draws out the pin cushion that Hama had told her to hold onto for a moment.

“That’s not necessary, you don’t have to hurt yourself–”

“But I won’t be hurting myself.”

“You still bleed, right?”

Azula nods.

“Then you’re still hurting yourself. Just because you can’t feel it, doesn’t mean that you aren’t hurt.”

She shrugs and shifts herself about on the log. Her fingers brush against the spongy, moist moss beneath. “And that’s no bother to me. I was getting sick of feeling pain anyhow.” And yet she finds that she craves it intensely. She almost wants to sever her other hand just to see if she’d be able to feel that. Maybe superficial pricks, cuts, and burns simply aren’t enough…

“Maybe we can take you to the spirit Oasis and see if that would help.”

“I’m not interested in journeying anywhere with you and your friends. “You can’t guarantee that Zuzu won’t turn that bison of yours around and take me to some prison or ward instead. I’ll find my own way there if I ever decide to humor the idea.”

Aang nods. “I can’t make you go if you don’t want to go. But I can let them know that you might be coming by and put in an Avatar’s request that they help you out. Just don’t…”

“Destroy anything, kill or maim anyone, use it as the first step in a plot to take over the Water Tribes…I get the gist, Avatar.” She sighs. “I told you already that I’m content with my bones, my geode, and this gaggle of idiots.” She gestures towards the house. “And Hama.”

“Why is Hama separate from the rest of the gaggle?”

“She has a degree of intelligence and common sense.” Azula replies. “Anyhow, thank you for speaking with me.”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” Aang smiles. “I don’t hate you, Azula. We were all just kids fighting a war that was meant for our parents to take care of.”

“Oh, because they handled that so well…”

“Sorry, I should be more careful…”

She lifts her hand. “It won’t do any good to dodge subjects. Father treated me as well as he was capable of. Mother is gone and even if she weren’t she’d be gone from my life. I found a new one, Zuzu can have Ursa.”

“That’s kind of really depressing.”

“I don’t feel sad.”

He opens his mouth but she answers before he can ask. “I can still feel emotions. Just not physical pain. And Ursa doesn’t bother me. Acceptance or something of that nature.” She plucks a few longer blades of grass from her shoe. “I have Hama in the same way that Zuzu has Iroh.”

“Are you sure that you don’t want a ride to the Northern Water Tribe?”

“I’m sure, Avatar. I actually had a few other plans to get to first.”

“If you change your mind, we’ll be in Honoki a bit longer.”

“If things go as planned, I won’t be.”

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Hama #Found Family #Fanfiction

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"Turning Away." From Surah 10, Surah Yunus, "The Dove."

A type of sponginess that is discussed in the Quran is how is it possible for so many people to fear Allah and yet this planet is constantly bereaved? Do you fear God or not? And if you do, then the Quran says the best way to do it is to be just and then to be happy:

10: 70-81:

˹It is only˺ a brief enjoyment in this world, then to Us is their return, then We will make them taste the severe punishment for their disbelief.

Relate to them ˹O Prophet˺ the story of Noah when he said to his people, “O my People! If my presence and my reminders to you of Allah’s signs are unbearable to you, then ˹know that˺ I have put my trust in Allah. So devise a plot along with your associate-gods—and you do not have to be secretive about your plot—then carry it out against me without delay!

And if you turn away, ˹remember˺ I have never demanded a reward from you ˹for delivering the message˺. My reward is only from Allah. And I have been commanded to be one of those who submit ˹to Allah˺.”

Then after him We sent ˹other˺ messengers to their ˹own˺ people and they came to them with clear proofs. But they would not believe in what they had rejected before. This is how We seal the hearts of the transgressors.

Then after these ˹messengers˺ We sent Moses and Aaron to Pharaoh and his chiefs with Our signs. But they behaved arrogantly and were a wicked people.

When the truth came to them from Us, they said, “This is certainly pure magic!”

Moses responded, “Is this what you say about the truth when it has come to you? Is this magic? Magicians will never succeed.”

They argued, “Have you come to turn us away from the faith of our forefathers so that the two of you may become supreme in the land? We will never believe in you!”

Pharaoh demanded, “Bring me every skilled magician.”

When the magicians came, Moses said to them, “Cast whatever you wish to cast!”

When they did, Moses said, “What you have produced is mere magic, Allah will surely make it useless, for Allah certainly does not set right the work of the corruptors."

Commentary:

Do we believe that Allah is raining and flooding out the innocent along with the wicked? Does anyone think that charlie horse with the mink stole fur cat on his head in Iran is a good person? The one who cuts people's legs off? You know everyone hates you, right?

What good is a Quran or the Religion or its "Allah the Magnificent, the Most Wise and Most Merciful" if we don't believe as the Surah says we must, as Moses did, go before the Pharaohs of this world and tell them it's time for their cruelty to end?

As for persons who are flooded or drowning, no matter who they are, the Quran says we have to help them in earnest as soon as possible.

Even if we save persons who were sinners and they sin again, the Prophet said anyone who believes in God and asks for salvation must be saved:

"Because of that, We decreed upon the Children of Israel that whoever kills a soul unless for a soul1 or for corruption [done] in the land2 - it is as if he had slain mankind entirely. And whoever saves one3 - it is as if he had saved mankind entirely. And Our messengers had certainly come to them with clear proofs. Then indeed many of them, [even] after that, throughout the land, were transgressors.4"

God told the Israelites everyone deserves as many chances as possible so long as they are willing to use them to serve God. We are not doing what God said to do, we are not even doing an imperfect job of it, we are not doing it at all.

The Taliban have asked us for help. So have the people of Sudan and Nairobi and Rwanda, and Ukraine, and Kashmir, and Russia and ...and....

The Surah says Allah will not help the wicked. He will only help the merciful, people just like Him.

#islam #islamic #welcome to islam

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smile-files · 3 years

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decided to draw some of my favorite bfb characters. then i decided to make it gay :)

(also i completely forgot winner oh my god i’m so sorry winner my beloved </3)

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Sooo...big question? How would the boys react to having a wet dream? Idk if you done this or not but I'd love to see how that would play out lol

Hmmm, I haven’t tackled wet dreams yet, but I’ll give it a go! I’m going to assume you mean wet dreams about the reader. Let’s also assume reader is only friends with the turtles…. for now. Head canon style, gender neutral reader mentions. It kinda got away from me. I hope you like it!

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Leonardo

He was the stoic one. The strategist who never let emotion cloud his judgement. He earned the nicknames Fearless and Honor Boy honestly.

So, when you entered their lives, he maintained his distance. You were a friend, an ally, and you added some normalcy to their lives.

He never thought of you as anything different, refusing to indulge in any fantasies of having a romantic relationship with anyone.

One night, that all came crashing down. You had hugged him goodbye, like all the others, and he noticed the scent of your shampoo. He felt an unexpected pull down low.

Shaking it off, he went on to bed. He only laid awake for a short time, mentally planning tomorrow’s training session.

Entering a deep sleep, he suddenly found himself alone with you in the dojo. His heart was pounding as you dropped to your knees before him, licking your lips.

“Please Sensei,” you pleaded, “let me suck it.”

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, reaching out a hand to tug at one side of his pants.

Leo realized his cock was pressing hard against the front of his sweatpants, and the thought of sinking it between your pouting lips had him hastily pushing them down his legs.

Your eyes brightened as you took in his size, and your mouth opened wide. Grasping his narrow hips, you leaned forward to lick a fat stripe up the underside before swirling around the spongy head.

“Fucking delicious,” you moaned, sucking just the tip before going back to licking it like a lollipop.

Leo placed a hand behind your head and as you opened your mouth again, he pushed forward. A string of obscenities left his mouth as he bumped the back of your throat.

Before long, he was straight up fucking your mouth and you were clearly loving it. His breath was hitching the closer he got to his climax.

You were sucking him soooo good, and when he saw your hand slide down to touch yourself, he came undone.

He watched your throat working as you swallowed every drop, and just as he began to offer to return the favor, his alarm went off.

He woke up to wet, sticky sheets and the sudden awkward realization that perhaps he wasn’t as unaffected by you as he originally thought.

This certainly complicated things. But now that the idea was in his head, it was lodged deep.

Time for a new mission. 💙

Raphael

You were his best friend, one of the guys, his partner in crime…..

Yeah, he’d hit that. Not gonna lie.

What? You were fine as hell. Who could blame him? Not that he would ever let you know that.

He didn’t want to chance messing up your friendship. Even if he did spend a lot of time thinking about you when you weren’t around.

Especially at night, laying in his bed, trying to fall asleep. Oh then, his mind would drift to those dangerous places.

Imagining your bare skin, slick from sweat after an intense workout in his weight room.

Your face pink from exertion, chest heaving as you took deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

His dream just picked up where his fantasy left off, and suddenly he could see the whole thing play out like a movie he was watching on the tv.

Your eyes trailing over his beastly form as he put the weights away and wiped the sweat from the bench.

He turned and caught you, smirking as embarrassment reddened your cheeks further.

“Like what ya see?” he asked, that cocky swagger evident as he crossed the room to you.

Your expression was innocent but your eyes said anything but.

Raph stopped right in front of you, and leaning close to your ear, murmured, “How about a little extra cardio?”

You squealed as his hand slapped your ass. But when he kept his hand there, using it to pull you closer, you didn’t resist.

“Whaddya say?” he urged. Then you shocked the hell out of him by grabbing the sides of his head and pulling him down for a kiss.

As the kiss gained intensity, Raph picked you up, and shoved you to the wall. Mouths were sliding sloppily and hips wildly bucking and grinding, and soon, clothes were being peeled off and tossed aside.

Once you were both naked, he had you pressed up against the wall again, grunting as he eased inside you. Feeling your fingers digging into his shoulders as you panted and whimpered encouraged him further and he set a brutal pace.

He held you there, your legs hanging over his arms as he spread you wide to accommodate his large size.

He grunted, groaned, and growled, while you whimpered, whined, and wailed.

He felt himself getting close and dirty talk fell from his lips like manna, feeding your desire until you burst.

Your release triggered his own, and he emptied himself with a rumbling growl.

Suddenly, Raph woke with his hand on his softening cock and a mess all over his plastron. Maybe he should start wearing something to bed.

Reliving his dream over again in his mind’s eye, he surmised that if sex with you was anything like that, it was worth the risk. ♥️

Donatello

How could one person permeate his brain to such lengths? Every little thing reminded him of you.

You were good friends, he would even venture to say best friends. But his thoughts of late had turned to a more…impure nature.

Innocent touches from you sent tingles to private places in him. It made him crave. He started looking for any excuse to touch you, be it strumming your fingers when he handed you a coffee, or brushing your body as he passed you even though he had plenty of room to skirt around you.

It wasn’t much of a surprise that his dreams granted you a starring role.

At first, it was kind of innocent. Sweet stolen kisses. Cuddles on your couch during a thunderstorm. He always woke with a smile on his face and warmth in his heart.

Until the night it went a big giant step further. He went to bed way later than he should have, which was not uncommon.

Your smile was his last thought before drifting off to dreamland. No surprise that his dream started in his lab.

But then you crept up behind him and tugged his suspenders down, catching him off guard.

Before he could say a word, you unfastened his cargo pants and shoved them to the floor.

At this point, he whirled around in surprise at your bold actions, only to find you completely nude.

“You’re wearing too much,” you smirked, gesturing to his underwear.

Well, who was he to argue? He pulled them off and tossed them towards a corner. Now you were eyeing his long cock hungrily.

“How do you want me, Donatello?” you purred.

Oh. Oh. Hearing his full name on your lips, in that sultry tone…fuuuuuuck.

He turned and shoved a pile of blueprints off his work table and beckoned for you to come closer. As soon as you were within reach, you were in his arms, mouths crushed together.

He lifted you and laid you back on the tabletop, keeping his hips firmly between your thighs. You bucked against the hard length rubbing your ass.

Time seem to fast forward in the dream, and now he was taking you hard and fast right there on the table. Your moans of satisfaction were spurring him on and before long he emptied himself deep within you. The orgasm was so intense, he woke to his cock spurting and soaking his underwear in cum.

His heart was pounding like he’d just run a race, and his body was slowly coming down from the hormonal high of his release. That was the hottest dream he ever had and it just made him ache for you more.

Well, there was no going back to sleep now. May as well start calculating the odds of you actually saying yes if he got the nerve to ask you out. 💜

Michelangelo

He couldn’t help it. Flirting just came so naturally, and you responded to it so blushingly.

He didn’t mean anything by it. Well, mostly. You were just so damn cute!

It’s not like he would ever take it any further than that. You wouldn’t be interested in a mutant…right?

Best not to get his hopes up.

Imagine his surprise when you had joined the brothers for a cheesy movie marathon, and you actually flirted back!

Was it a fluke? It had to be. You were just being friendly, opening up to him more.

That night when he finally got to bed, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were fast asleep on the couch, softly snoring.

All the sugar he had eaten finally burned out and he crashed, sleeping solidly.

His dreams normally were bizarre and all over the place, but this night, it took a decidedly more serious turn.

His bedroom door opened and you poked your head in, “Mikey? It’s so cold. Can I sleep with you?”

Dream Mikey pulled the covers back like a true gentleman and beckoned you to join him.

You climbed in and immediately snuggled into him. He wrapped your shivering form up in his arms and held you tight.

“You’re so warm, Michelangelo,” you moaned, tangling your legs with his.

He gasped as your lips found his throat. You kissed and sucked at the skin there, murmuring, “So warm…bet you can get me hot…”

Mikey licked his lips, then dipped down to capture your mouth. As your tongues tangled, he began to tug at your pj pants until you took mercy on him and helped remove them along with your underwear.

He only slept in his underwear so that came off next. Then you mounted him like a jockey on a mission. Wasting no time, you took him deep inside and started to ride him with vigor.

His breath whooshed out at the pleasure coursing through his lower body. He helped hold the blanket around your shoulders to block out the cool air.

He bucked up as you bounced on his cock, and he couldn’t stop babbling about how good you felt around him, so tight, how you were gonna milk him dry.

You returned his sentiments in between moans of his name, telling him how sexy he was, how badly you had been wanting to fuck him, and how much you loved his big thick cock. He was practically glowing with pride.

Too soon, he felt himself starting to cum, and woke abruptly with his hips still bucking into the air.

Feeling out of it, he looked around in confusion, wondering where you went, when he realized he had cum in his underwear.

You were probably still sleeping peacefully on the couch, while he had just dreamed of the most incredible sex with you.

Now, he just had to figure out how to make that happen in real life. 🧡

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