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cogaytes · 1 year

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day three of @tiertice-week-2023 :D

Title: always (be by my side)

Prompt: “memory”

Wordcount: 1418

Summary:

The next few months reveal exactly how much has slipped through the cracks, so to speak. How deep they go. He starts spending entire conversations focused entirely on controlling his expression, on not betraying all that he's forgotten. Whether the detailing on Cyrah's wedding dress was lace or embroidery. The sound of her laugh. The bedtime stories he would read to Wylie every night before tucking him in. Hundreds of memories with his best friend—their Foxfire days, joining the Black Swan together, late nights on the roof talking about anything and everything. Hiding the self-loathing from his face when he realizes he doesn't know the name of Tiergan's favorite Beatles song is one of his lowest points of the whole ordeal.

One day it all finally becomes too much.

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or, prentice struggles with the effects of the mind break. written for day three of tiertice week 2023, inspired by the prompt "memory"!

Warnings: memory loss

read on ao3 or under the cut!

It's the little things that are the hardest for Prentice.

His mind is whole, again, yes. His body is healthy. He's been reunited with his loved ones. Minus Cyrah. He has a family again.

But there are still pieces missing.

Tiergan had told him what to expect, of course. As the Black Swan's resident telepathy expert, he'd been the one assigned to conduct research on broken minds and potential methods of healing. He'd urged Prentice from the very first day to consider that pieces of his mind might be too shattered to be fully healed by the time the Moonlark was ready. And Prentice had ignored him. He'd thought he was better, stronger than this; he'd been convinced that there was no way the cost would be as great as Tiergan anticipated. Worrying was Tiergan's strong suit; it was only natural that his friend would overemphasize the risks in a last ditch effort to get Prentice to find another Keeper. And he was a Keeper, wasn't he? His entire purpose was to hold memories. How could he lose them when he’d already been healed?

But, like always, Tiergan had been right.

The first moment Prentice realizes how much he's missing is one of his first nights back with Wylie. They're sitting at Tiergan's kitchen table at Solreef, sneaking leftover mallowmelt from the cupboards. On pure instinct, Prentice swipes a bit of whipped cream from the top of Wylie's and boops him on the nose with it. And Wylie's face freezes. They sit there for a moment, neither daring to say a word.

Finally Prentice breaks the silence. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Wylie's voice is tentative, hesitant and hopeful in a way he hasn't heard it sound before. He hasn't heard his son's voice in a very long time, though, has he? "It's just—you used to do that when I was little, too."

Though he fights it, confusion manages to bleed into his expression for just a moment, and he can see Wylie's face fall.

"You don't remember it, do you?" His son doesn't sound accusatory, only matter-of-fact, and somehow that makes it worse. But there's real despair in his voice—a hint of pleading. As if he's begging Prentice to find the scene familiar. "Do you remember any of our mallowmelt nights? We used to sneak into the pantry every Friday night when Mom was asleep. It was our little secret, you said. We'd eat outside on a blanket and watch the stars on nice evenings. I used to fall asleep snuggled up next to you; you'd carry me inside and tuck me in."

Prentice wracks his brain, searches desperately for any faint trace of recognition, but comes up empty-handed. He can picture the scene so clearly—a tiny Wylie, giggling, maybe on the plaid blanket Cyrah loved, with whipped cream on his nose and framed by a background of stars. But for some reason, he can't call to mind anything that resembles a memory. "I don't— I can't— I'm sorry, Wy," he says at last, trying to keep his voice steady. Pulling Wylie into a hug, he lets his son's head rest on his shoulder, and begs the sharp pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach to go away.

One day it all finally becomes too much.

There's something he should be remembering, he just knows it. He scours his brain, wincing at the jagged edges of his own mind, but he can't for the life of him identify it. This feeling—this longing—there has to be context. Why can't he fucking find it in the maze of his own thoughts?

He comes to the sudden realization that he can't breathe. Something hot and wet is flowing down his face—oh. He's crying. And over something so small and so stupid, too. It's pathetic, really.

His heart sinks through his stomach, past his knees, and lands somewhere around his toes when he hears his name from the doorway: "Prentice?"

And of course, it's Tiergan. Tiergan, crossing the room in three quick steps, wearing that tunic he has no right to look so nice in. Tiergan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him close, allowing him to bury his face in the tunic. And Prentice wails for everything he doesn't know how to explain. He wants to stay here, in this safety forever. But eventually his sobs slow to a halt, and Tiergan gives him that look again. The one he's been receiving ever since he woke up; the one he doesn't know how to interpret. It's soft and sad, with eyes that linger on his face and a probing stare that makes him feel the urge to turn away or blush…and there's that confusing feeling again.

"Want to talk about it?" Tiergan says softly.

"I— I don't know how to—"

"Hey, it's okay." He feels his friend begin to rub slow, gentle circles on his back. "You don't have to say anything."

And, ironically enough, it's that which gives Prentice the strength to finally his voice. "Tiergan…what were we to each other? Before…"

The circles stop. "We were best friends." And that's Tiergan's carefully neutral voice, the one he uses on his spying missions when he's extracting information from a target. The one he uses when he's hiding something. "Why do you ask?"

A wave of frustration floods through Prentice's body, paired with a foreign sense of embarrassment. Why can't Tiergan just say it? He stumbles over his words, mumbling, "I keep— I've forgotten so much and—"

The weight of hands on his shoulders. Deep blue eyes staring into his own. "Breathe, Prentice," comes the soothing voice, and Prentice clings to it to ground himself.

Finally, it all comes spilling out. The thing that sent him into tears in the first place. "I keep wanting to hold your hand, and I don't know why!"

For once, Tiergan is speechless. "...Oh."

"Tiergan, what were we?" Prentice demands, harsher than he meant to. He reaches an apologetic hand to thumb the back of Tiergan's instinctively, before thinking better of it.

"I— I don't know."

"How can you—" Prentice tries to keep his voice from rising, but the words still come out as a bit of a shout.

"We were still working things out." A pause. "I had confessed…feelings…for you a few weeks before it all happened. You told me that you reciprocated them, but that you wanted to take things slow. We never got the chance to define things before…"

"Tiergan…why didn't you tell me?"

"I guess…I didn't want to pressure you into anything if you'd forgotten. It would have felt like manipulating you into something I wanted but you had no way of knowing if you felt too. And…something inside told me that if you'd forgotten it, then it must not have meant that much to you originally."

"Tiergan. You know it doesn't work like that."

"I know. I'm sorry. I-"

And then Prentice kisses him.

He hadn't been planning on it. He doesn't even know where the instinct came from. But Tiergan's eyes were filling with tears, and his lips looked so soft, and suddenly Prentice was leaning forward.

Tiergan tastes like cinnamon and apple cider, and Prentice's hands find his face to cup his cheek like second nature, and he can feel Tiergan twine his own fingers through Prentice's hair, and it all just feels so right. When they break apart, blushing, he asks, “Have we done that before?"

Tiergan stares at his lips in wonder, as if he can't believe they were just on his own. "No. No, we have not."

"Oh. Well, maybe we should do it again sometime."

Something that looks suspiciously like hope lights up Tiergan's eyes. "Really?"

Prentice smiles and reaches for his hand, finally. The feeling he gets at linking their fingers together—it's better even than what he'd imagined. "Yeah."

"I'd like that," Tiergan says softly.

And maybe Prentice had forgotten what he had with the wonderful man in front of him, but it'll be okay. Tiergan will always be happy to remind him.

#tiertice week 2023 #tiertice #tiergan alenefar #prentice endal #mine #shhh let's pretend i didn't speedrun the shit out of this #and that i'm not posting like three seconds before the day ends

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arnold-layne · 2 years

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Another one because I am greedy : fake dating Vinikki

feed, my child

“Oh no,” Vince groaned suddenly and slouched in his seat, pulling his hair to the front of his face.

Nikki had just bitten into his cheeseburger, so he couldn’t elicit more than an unintelligible “M-m?”. That was enough, though.

“The two chicks that just came in - see the blonde one?”

Nikki stretched his neck to see over the shoulders of people.

“Hey, don’t stare so obviously, they might notice!”

“How do you suggest I look at them without looking at them?” he whispered indignantly. He had to swallow his cheeseburger bite unchewed, like a snake, but he couldn’t just leave this without a comeback. The bite got stuck in his throat, and he had to take a few gulps of his Pepsi to wash it down. The chicks, meanwhile, were looking for a table to sit at, and inevitably drew nearer. Now he could see them better, though.

He shuddered when he could see the blonde properly. “Jesus, Neil, I thought you had higher standards than that.”

“Listen, that was a one-time thing! I did it so that she would let me drive her convertible!” Vince murmured defensively. “I fucked her doggy so that I wouldn’t have to see her face. I was also quite drunk-“

“Please spare me the details,” Nikki winced, taking another bit out of his cheeseburger. “I got it, you don’t want round two.”

“You got it right. But she does, apparently. She’s been stalking me for a week at this point! I need to get outta here before they notice us.”

Nikki looked around the crowded restaurant. Too many people to leave quietly, too few to get lost in the crowd. An interesting situation.

“Where are they?” Vince whispered, not daring to turn around. He slid down so low in his chair his head was barely higher than the back of it.

“Two tables away,” Nikki watched them like a hawk, wrapping his half-finished cheeseburger in a napkin. Just one time he thought he would be able to eat properly, without crazy groupies or indignant jocks interrupting his meal. He had a fleeting thought of letting it all unravel and watch Vince suffer but quickly brushed it off – it didn’t bring him any enjoyment for some reason.

He waited until the girls turned their backs on them and got up, waving to Vince to do the same. Unfortunately, the grinding of their chairs against the café floor attracted their attention, and they turned around just as Vince rose from his chair.

“Vinnie!” the blonde exclaimed in a thin, shrill voice. “Is that you? I can’t believe it!”

“Oh, you totally can,” Vince murmured, shrinking in place.

“What did you say?”

“I said, hi, Madeleine,” apparently, Vince tried to curve his lips into a smile, but his expression looked like he just smelled something bad. The girl either didn’t notice or didn’t pay it any mind. “Haven’t seen you around in a while…”

“Oh, I’ve been around, it just seemed to me that you avoid me,” Madeleine pursed her lips reproachfully. “I missed you, you know,” she raised her hand to caress Vince’s cheek. Vince tried to back off, but was effectively blocked by the table. She then stepped forward, cutting off any way out for him. “I’ve been thinking of you all this time,” she continued, her voice turning oily, “and I thought, why don’t we repeat-“

Vince threw Nikki a pleading look. Nikki frowned, feeling anger rise in his chest. She had no right to touch him like that, even if they hooked up once. Especially if they hooked up once, because it was pretty obvious now Vince wasn’t interested in her anymore. He didn’t understand why Vince wouldn’t slap her hand away and tell her what’s what. He really should have.

But not this time, apparently.

“You won’t repeat anything,” he said loudly, interrupting Madeleine’s purring. She looked at him with surprise, as if she only noticed he was there. Vince used the moment to slither out of her grip and stand by Nikki’s side.

“Why not?” she said sweetly. “Vinnie, why are you letting him order you around? Who’s this punk, anyway?”

“You won’t repeat anything,” Nikki reiterated, ignoring her words. “Too late, blondie. You missed your chance. Get lost.”

“I don’t understand,” Madeleine narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about? Is he dating someone?”

Here it was, the critical moment. Nikki cast a quick look at Vince, who was watching them with genuine interest, and inhaled.

“Yes,” he said. “Me.”

The girl froze with her mouth half-open, unable to respond. Nikki stared at her not only to intimidate, but also because he was afraid to look at Vince. What if he turned to him and saw disgust on his face?

“You?!” Madeleine finally got her voice back, and it was even higher now. “But- I thought he- but we- is this true?!” she demanded from Vince.

A second of silence. Nikki’s stomach sank.

Then Vince grinned and hooked his arm around Nikki’s waist. “Yeah. Ain’t he a handsome devil?”

Madeleine looked like she’d been struck with a lightning. Nikki thought of kissing Vince – just to add insult to injury and maybe make her faint as well, and only because of that.

“What, are you not happy for us?” Vince asked, pressing himself into Nikki’s side. His hair tickled Nikki’s cheek.

“I-“ Madeleine gasped, “I- You never told me!”

“C’mon, darling, we only spent one night together,” Vince said lazily. “Should I have told you my life story as well?”

That was the final straw. Madeleine’s face began to flush pink, her eyes watering. Nikki frowned. If she was going to break into crying right at the café…

Thankfully, she mustered the remains of her dignity and ran away, sobbing. Her friend glared at Nikki and Vince and ran after her. They followed them with their eyes until they disappeared behind the café door.

“Damn,” Vince said, “that was intense.”

“Yeah,” Nikki murmured, not being able to say much more – most of his attention went to Vince’s warm arm around his waist.

“I hope now she gets off my back. I think we made it clear I’m not interested.”

“Yeah.”

“She’ll probably start rumors. Not that I care about my reputation at this point. Yours, though…”

“I’ll manage.”

“Can you give me more than two-word answers?” Vince looked into Nikki’s eyes with concern. Had Nikki ever noticed what a rich hazel Vince’s eyes were?

“Nope. That arm you’ve got around my waist is too distracting.”

“Should I remove it?”

“No.”

#vince neil #nikki sixx #vinikki #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #vinikki fanfiction #im sorry i feel like it got so cheesy by the end 😭#but im also not sorry at all lmao #i feel like i did the girl dirty but this was necessary for a fic 😔#i also hope yall realise vince would never act so helpless with a woman that he didn't want. he did that on purpose 🤭 but shhh #nikki should never know

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down-with-the-mafia · 1 year

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I see, rest well. are there any ingame relationships you're invested in? of any kind. bonus points if the 2 characters never interact on-screen

My favourite characters are Mustache Girl and Hat Kid, so I really like Hatstache :))

^^ forever obsessed with this ending I really wish it were in the game

other than that though I like a lot of the relationships ingame.

I love Hat and Bow being sisters, I think they're super cute! And I think CC being like a mom to them is also really wholesome

Discotrain is a very fun ship that I'll always really enjoy

I'm also getting kind of attached to Subway Sandwich now haha!

#(I didn't sleep very well at all but. it's okay. I can take a nap later or something I guess)#I might maybe be planning on referencing that ending in my animatic but that's a secret shhh #there are other ships I like but I think those are all my favourites #tbh I like most ahit ships!! idk they're just really fun to me :))

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oceandiagonale · 2 years

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Everybody worrying like "oh it's Gene x Volo" and "no it's Gene x Guzma"

I mean c'mon you guys, Gene has two hands

I'M. SO ON THE FENCE ABOUT IT HONESTLY

but even if it doesn't happen I can't think of a proper ship name (I know they don't need one but I've always thought they were a fun part of having characters) like, maybe disastersquad or timesave or something?? 🤔🤔🤔

#oceandi answers #anonymous #okay but for real I'm PONDERING....... I even have a little ship art I don't know if I can post it though #(it's not spicy at all I'm literally just shy or I would have had gene actually be with this world's guz by now 😂😭)#I might post it anyways it's pride month and I'm queer but ALSO. I'M PONDERING #anyways the main thing is. isn't it the most healthy for characters in a poly ship to get along on some level? it feels like it #but guz and volo would Not get along at the moment and I'm pretty sure the fighting would wear out gene #but ALSO....... shhh no one has to know but gene and volo are narratively paralleling sycamore and lys 😳#and I want to believe in perfectworldshipping 😭😭😭#anyways this has been #tag rambling #gene DOES have two hands but will he let volo hold one by the end of this run? I literally haven't decided yet I didn't expect him to #become such a massive fave

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toastghost522 · 1 year

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Finally finished Christmas drawings for my friends!

#I'm pretty proud of these actually #still figuring out how to take photos tho lol #The first two were on time but I didn't finish the third one until today (Jan 11)#shhh we're roommates it's fine #toast art #I need to tag these for my own blog but I'm self conscious about ending up in the main tags #hopefully this is enough buffwr #mairimashita iruma kun #kirby #kemono friends #hululu #mdzs #too lazy to add more

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just-miru · 2 years

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me when

me when my teacher reduces Otilia's characters to nothing but a materialistic young woman who doesn't care about anything or anyone else but money and herself

#she says Otilia didn't marry Felix in the end because she wanted a wealthy ass man-#like-#bitch no #Otila might be more of an impulsive. head in the clouds. without a care kinda character who does what she wants when she wants #sure #but she's also smart and can read the situation she's in #she realises that her and Felix are simply not compatible #and that she would get in the way of his dream #so she decides they are better of as friends #despite both of them having silly feeling for one another #and there's nothing wrong with that #in the end she does marry some wealthy old dude but that so she can have. like. a secure life guaranteed ya know?#(and also because daddy issues but shhh-)#also sure #she does like spending money and buying herself lots of nice things. but it's not like she does this without a limit #there is this other character who does sorta see her as his daughter so he spoils the hell outta her buying her nice gifts and stuff #(he's also the character which money's are spent by Otilia)#but like-#she also likes buying stuff for her father and spoiling those she loves but in her own way #idk man but Otilia's character is much much more than 'materialistic young woman who goes after old men with wealth'#anyway #thank y'all for coming to my Ted Talk

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sharkie-stay · 2 years

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Me: maybe I'll buy myself new jisung photocard, you know, as a treat

My wallet: haha, good one

#i am broke #but it's nearly the end of the month and i've bought a present for my friend's birthday #which is in 2 months but shhh #if i didn't i would probably forget #i still want new jisung photocard :c #leo adventures #moon talks

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slvttyplum · 3 months

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satoru wiping your tears while he’s fucking you back to back, whispering in your ear, telling you to be quiet unless you want the neighbors to come banging on the door for you to shut the fuck up.

“shhh. just take it; you’re a big girl.” while he’s repeatedly slamming his dick into your hole as it tightens around his member from how your body was reacting.

he knew how to get your body to jerk and spasm, along with tears flowing out of your swollen eyes every time.

it was a special skill, and he fucking loved it. if he didn’t have you crying, he would get disappointed and do things so that you would cry.

he’ll press down on your stomach so hard you’ll be screaming and crying, but of course not from pain, never from the pleasure that was raining down on you with no plans on stopping.

sometimes he’ll press two fingers down on your lower stomach, and that special fluid will come shooting out of you and dripping down his abs, and he’ll fuck it back into you.

“wow. we have a squirter.” he’ll make that same stupid joke while looking down at you with a smirk on his face.

satoru can be so aggressive when it comes to making you cum and making you cry; he wanted you to do both simultaneously because it gave him pleasure and made him smile.

he wanted you to have puffy eyes and puffy cheeks by the end of the night, and if you didn't, he would do anything, and i mean anything, to make that happen.

he’ll push down your thigh and grab a vibrator from the dresser next to the bed and put it on your clit and have it sit there for minutes, but those minutes felt like hours to you.

the overstimulation that came from him slamming into you while pushing the vibrator onto your clit was sometimes so intense that you'd burst into tears.

“mhm… that’s what i was looking for.” then he’ll lean down and kiss your tears, flip you over, and do even more things to get you to “forfeit” or cry.

he was big on forfeiting; he even had a paper with tally marks with dates, and when the two of you had sex with columns,.

one column would be labeled “cried” and the other side “tapped out.” and he’ll brag after the fact and scratch up the paper with how many times you cried and how many times you hit the bed, saying, “i give up, i give up.”

it became a big inside joke for the both of you, but in satoru’s eyes, he took that paper seriously; all his accomplishments were on it.

and he will continue to mark it up with your uncontrollable crying and your banging on the headboard while he drags your legs to the edge of the bed.

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ridingthatd · 4 months

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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱

choso, sukuna, toji, nanami, gojo,etc...

contains: fem!reader, heavy smut, nsfw, squirting, peeing, masturbation, kinky, flithy, dirty talk, passing out, rough sex, teasing, hair pulling, etc...

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨:

choso was always desperate for the wetness of your pussy. he always made it clear how much he loved eating you out. how much he loved. craved. sliding his warm tongue against your clit. shoving it inside your cunt. feeling your tight cunt clench around it.

choso knew you weren't as experienced as he was. he knew you weren't flithy as he was. he knew you weren't corrupted as he was. so he wanted to teach you. make you experience new things. he always end up staining his pants with his warm seeds everytime you sit on his face. so innocently. so hesitant.

but as soon as you place your plumpy ass on his face. you start grinding against his pierced tongue. messly. sloppily. stroking your pussy on his face. coating every inch of it with your sweet honey. but choso wanted more. he wanted to not only feel the tightness of your wet cunt. but he wanted to also feel the tightness of your little ass.

it started innocently at first. he would gently poke your tight hole with his nose as you grind against him. his lips were busy with your puffy pussy. while his nose was slowly stretching your ass. slowly making its way inside of your tightness.

"choso i-" you sob feeling his warm breath on your ass that was soaked with your own juice. you couldn't form a word because choso was already attacking you with his pierced tongue. sliding the cold metal.

"shhh let daddy fuck this tight little hole with his nose" he whispers into your ass cheek. hitting into it. before he dives back in. not giving you time to process what he said. he was going crazy at the idea of taking your virgin ass with not his cock. but his nose. would your ass be so tight that it would bleed? bleed just from having his nose in?

he was huffing like an animal in heat. grunting as he eats your pussy. wet sounds that he made while eating your cunt was filling the room. he was gulping. drinking. every inch of your pussy. getting so drunk on it. "fuck baby- i love your pussy fuck i love it" he groans as he stares at the rednees and puffines of it. spreading your folds with his fingers. before directly shoving his pierced tongue in.

he whimpers as he slowly start grinding his nose against your tight ass hole. eyes rolling at how tight it was clenching. his rough hands were gripping your ass. spreading your cheeks wide. your eyes widen as you realize what's he's trying to do.

"daddy no! it's dirty- ah" he whine out feeling him tearing his nose into your ass. while his tongue was still shoved deep inside of you. you tired to move your plumpy ass away from his hold. but he growled. warning to not take his meal away.

your ass was on fire as you feel his nose making it's way in. choso was in heaven. his fat cock was painfully hard. throbbing at how tight you were. it was hard for him to breath but he didn't care. nothing is gonna stop him from enjoying his meal.

you tremble against him. the feeling of being stuffed. the feeling of having something shoved inside your tight ass. it all simulated it you so much. "choso- ah! no more! no more! im going to pee!" you cry out. trying to escape his grip. but he wouldn't let go.

excitement buzzed through his whole body at your words. he grips your hips. and hold you up then shove you back down on his nose. forcing you to hump it.

and you couldn't hold it back anymore. screaming before you slump down. hot stream of your squirt shooting directly inside his mouth. it was dripping down his neck. choso was shaking. groaning. as he starts drinking every bit of your warm liquid. locking his mouth on the pee hole a bit down your clit.

he soon realized you passed out. but he didn't care. like he said nothing is going to stop him from enjoying his meal.

𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧:

sukuna knew you were a needy little slut for him. but he never knew you would go this far. he never knew you would go as far as tieing him up on his office chair because he wasn't giving your pussy any attention.

"you flight little whore" sukuna growls out as he stares at the way you start undressing your self on his desk. slowly revealing your wet pussy. placing your ass on his cold desk before spreading your legs. giving full view of how desperate your pussy for his fat cock was.

"if you untie me right now. i might show some mercy to your desperate little pussy" he whispers as he hungrily stares at the way you swipe your fingers against your puffy clit. while you slowly pinch your perky nipples. staring at his cock that you freed out of his pants. it was hitting his abdomen. already so hard.

you giggle. "who said im going to untie you? you have been so mean to me" you pout. "so im going to be mean to you too" you grin staring at his dark eyes. eyes that were ready to devour you. moaning out as you shove one finger in. then two. staring at the way sukunas cock start leaking. dripping down his heavy balls.

the sounds of your fingers fucking your wet pussy filled his office. the smell of your wetness passed through the air. hitting his nose. has him clenching his jaw painfully. once he sees the way your body starts arching your hips. the way your pussy clench so hard around your fingers. the way you were making a mess on his desk. your juice dripping every where. he lose it.

he groan out before he snaps the pathetic of a tie you had on him. standing up his office chair. and rubbing on the red spot the tie left. your eyes widen. and your movement halt as he makes his way towards you. he roughly picks you up. and bend you over his desk. not giving you enough time to process.

he shove his hard cock inside your pussy. causing you to scream. he doesn't stop. thrusting inside of you without mercy. the desk was shaking from the force. "isn't this what you wanted? huh?" he darkly questions. grabbing your hair into his rough hands. pulling it back. forcing you to look at him.

it was so painful. so painfully good. he was gripping your hips. forcing you to match his movements. leaving harsh bites on your neck. you can feel his spit dripping down. his balls were smacking against your ass. creating a loud sound echoing through his office. you wanted to pee so bad. you wanted to let it out so bad.

"fucking cum slut" he growls in your ear. fastening his movements. you can feel his warm breath hitting you as he exhales harshly. this all drives your body to shake. giving out on the desk. as hot wetness streams down your thighs. sukuna can feel it. he knew it. you peed through your orgasm. he groans. it was so dirty so filthy. the warm wetness hitting his balls. soon enough he was emptying his balls inside of you. painting your insides white with a last thrust.

maybe he discovered a new kink.

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨:

nanami wasn't shy about what he wanted. he wasn't shy or embarrassed about describing to you. in details. what he craved. what he needed. he was blunt. which always seem to catch you off surprise. you could be cooking breakfast for him. moving around in the kitchen.

just to turn around and catch a glimpse of a shirtless nanami. shirtless nanami with his pants loss. leaking cock out. as he stroke it. watching you. admiring you. as soon as your eyes move toward his fat cock. he whimpers beating it faster. swiping his thumb on his leaking angry red tip.

"baby..." his voice was deep and husky still tainted with sleep. "I liked what you were doing with your hips.." he whimpers. tugging on his cock harder. your mouth days out. because you knew when he acts like this it meant something.

"nanami". you beathed out against his swollen lips. hearing his heavy breath coming out. you swallowed once his hooded lids lifted just enough to look up at you. " lie down for me". he does with no hesitation. making his way toward the couch in the living room.

you lazily climb up his body. placing your thighs on either sides of his body. cagging him in. before you push your hips up. and slid your already soaked panties off. slumping down your wet pussy on his abs. causing him to hiss through his teeth.

you could feel yourself growing wetter and more eager as you made it down to the top of his chest. his heart was beating rapidly you could feel it on your pussy, like a jackhammer thudding behind his thick pec. the feel of the beat of his heart against your pussy almost made you melt. he was barely keeping it together, controlling whatever that was trying to break free inside of him.

"baby" he breathily moaned again when you placed my lips around one of his flat nipples and sucked gently on it. when you scraped your teeth over it, he hissed through his own and squeezed you hips tightly. "baby!" he groans out once he feels you grinding your pussy against his abs. rubbing your wetness on him.

and he does something that has you on the edge. he cums. he spurts his warm liquid against your ass. hitting your pussy. he came just from having his nipples played. you moan out before you start grinding faster on him.

using his cum that hit your pussy as a lube. it was so sloppy. you wanted to halt your movements because of the weird feeling that was starting to build inside of you.

but nanami didn't let you. he grabbed your hips. and forced you to continue. your body trembles. before an unfamiliar sensation of hit stream leave your cunt. landing on his chest. and a part of his neck. nanamis jaw was wide open. so aroused at the sight of your pee dripping down his nipples.

and he cums for the second time untouched.

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮:

toji would always get what he wants from you. simply grabbing you. and bending you over the kitchens counter. before he free his rock hard cock. and shove it up your warm cunt. he didn't care. you were his as much as he was yours. he would mind not even one bit if you use him whenever you were horny. grinding on his thighs. as he humps it up your pussy. giving your relief. even while you're sleeping.

he wouldn't bother to wake you up. having you naked under the blankets. he would throw his boxers on the other side of the bed before he joins you. slipping his thick cock deep inside your warm cunt.

"shhh go back to sleep baby, let daddy enjoy this pussy" toji coo at your sleeping figure. and you gently close your eyes. hearing you soft snores again. "such a good girl for me" toji mumbles against your neck while slowly lowering his hand from your belly- to your underwear trailing soft circles on top of your underwear.

he can feel your sweet little pussy throbbing under his hand- such a sweet pussy even through confusion your pussy is still so eager for him. he flickes your underwear up and slide his hand under- his groan is muffled by your neck, as he suck on it leaving a redish purple mark covered with his drool behind. he can feel how sticky and warm you were plusing under his touch- clenching around nothing so ready for one of his long fingers to slide right into your warmth.

gentle circles on your clit- you let a whimper, you let out the sweetest whimper he ever heard. it made him go crazy because it finally hits him. he's making you his. he's making you feel good. he's touching your pussy. so warm so sticky so wet, he couldn't help himself from rocking his hips against your ass basically humping your ass while fingering you.

he goes faster. more aggressive- you couldn't help the loud whine that left you. clear warm liquid gushing out of you, coating his finger, he starts to hump you faster he can practically feel his percum soaking through his boxer.

you squirt all over his hand, clear liquid gushing out of your pretty pussy- toji couldn't believe it, but that didn't stop him from opening his mouth and letting all the squirt go directly into his hand. just to place it back into his mouth. it's like he's drinking out of a holy fountain of a goddess, and this sent him over the edge- white hot cum spurts out of his angry dick and lend on your thighs.

your body was shaking, you could barely keep your eyes open after this. the only thing you heard before falling into deep sleep was "rest because we're not done yet".

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮:

gojo he was a messy eater. every time you observe the way he eats. it seems like he didn't have any manners. he was a messy eater. especially with the way he ate your wet pussy. spitting on it. letting his spit land directly on your swollen clit. before he start devouring his feast. lapping on your wetness- and his wetness.

his cum that he filled you with a second ago. he seems to have a habit of filling your womb with his seeds. and as soon as it starts spilling out of your pussy. he would fuck it back in you with his tongue.

he wasn't ashamed to go out. showing his messy face that was still coated with your wetness. he would go as far as eating you out on his office chair. telling the maids to bring his favorite dessert to him- which was you. everyone already knew what he meant by that. you would come over with a flushed face knowing whats going to happen. gojo would grab you and place you directly on his mouth .

letting you grind on his tongue that was shoved deep inside of your pussy. while the maids were still there. standing. staring at the floor. not daring to look.

it wasn't surprising for him when you let out your hot stream in his mouth. while he's enjoying his mean. it drove him more mad. having you shaking and begging him to stop. embarrassed about it.

but as you said gojo didn't give a fuck. he enjoyed that shit. he craved it. in fact he wouldn't stop till you pee all over him. squirt all over him.

he wasn't satisfied until you do. he wanted it more and more and more. every day. every minute. every second.

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royalberryriku · 7 months

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Finished reading The Witcher Lady of the Lake and I'm crying screaming throwing up

#No one told me this was a tradgedy #except maybe the prophecies in the book #but cmooon #why couldn't they be happy this isnt faaaair #I get it was For The Themes™ but still #Gonna write fanfic of Ciri post canon being gay and doing crime now to make myself feel better #at least there's some vagueness in whether Geralt and Yennefer actually died bc like he was kind healed by the Unicorn right? right??? :')#before the boat which I know full well has imagry associated with death and seeing someone off to the other side but shhh #let me believe #what if the author who used symbolism didn't think of that thoooo #I say knowing full well that they're actually just dead and that I'm just very sad #at least Ciri survived #and Dandelion and Triss but apparently she dies later on going by the prophecy logic #and they're separated from Ciri #and I'm sad #Haven't felt this depressed about an ending since The End of Evangelion and Code Geass #Why the faves gotta die like that #I want a hug

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axiina · 5 months

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pussy drunk coryo PLEASEEEEE I NEEEEED

short drabble of pussy drunk Coriolanus Snow cuz it's so hot i can't. this man would eat you out for hours and then fuck you after that

fem!reader, smut

warnings: using of 'you' referring to reader, NSFW || overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, p in v, soft Coryo

18+ minors don't interact

Rarely are there days like today when Coriolanus can devote himself to pleasure without thinking about the fact that his Grandma'am could hear what was going on behind the wall, in his bedroom.

That's why he was incredibly grateful to Tigris for managing to get the old woman out of the house.

That way he could spend some time in private with you, without worrying that Grandma'am might have a heart attack if she found out that her little, innocent Coriolanus wasn't so innocent after all.

Usually, when you spend time together there is no way to have more fun.

Although the older woman doesn't have the best hearing this one seemed to get alert when Coriolanus was bringing someone home.

This was understandable. She didn't want little copies of Coriolanus running around Snow's apartment in the near future, but no exaggeration!

After all, the boy is growing up and sometimes needs to relieve himself in some way. Quickies weren't enough, so whenever his cousin decided to help by leading Grandma'am out of the apartment he always tried to use this time the best as he could.

At this point, his mind feels hazy as he is sitting in between your legs and eating you out like a starving man. His hands have a grip on your thighs holding you in place so you won't move away as he keeps abusing your clit sucking and brushing his tongue against your little bundle of nerves. He moans against your pussy, his fingers deep inside you. Your thighs are pressed to the sides of his head.

"Coryo, noo!" you whine when your boyfriend doesn't stop his action after you came again. He keeps going and his only reaction is looking up at you. His usually bright blue eyes darkened noticeably, and pupils widened.

His cock is painfully hard at this point but he won't touch yourself. Not now. Your pleasure is his pleasure and he can't pull away now. Your taste is just too addictive. His tongue slides between your folds as your grip on his blond curls tighten and back arches.

Coriolanus wasn't the most experienced but he knows your body as his own palm. He knows which spot will make you feel the best and moan the loudest.

You didn't have to wait long for your thighs to tighten around his head as a wave of pleasure washed through your body. You are breathing heavily and your grip on his hair loosens as he moves his mouth away with a small groan. Coriolanus presses soft kisses to your soft thighs and stands up from his knees. He approaches your tired body and leans down to kiss your lips softly. You moan against his lips feeling your taste on his tongue.

When you thought that this is the end you feel as he slowly pushes his cock between your folds. You whine still feeling sensitive but he kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around your body.

"Shhh, you can do that. Just enjoy, love" Coriolanus whispers and moans softly as he slowly lowers his hips.

You feel like his dick is stretching you nicely and shaky moans leave your parted lips. You start feeling sore but it's just too good to stop. Especially when Coryo presses his face to the crook of your neck and his sounds are making a knot in your abdomen tighten as he completely loose himself in feeling of your soft walls around him.

It won't end soon, that's for sure.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #hunger games x reader #eldarya #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #thg x reader #character x reader #x you #x reader

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