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besties, could i ask someone to beta read some progress on a fic for me?

this is going to be the most nsfw it's been (it's mostly just context for now) and i'm worried that it's going to come off as cringey 😭

#kelly.speaks

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plz plz plz continue that one Asher fic (or at least something similar)

(a/n: i'm so sorry for the lack of quality 😭 i'm still trying to get used to writing heavier stuff)

you wondered what asher would be saying if he could actually talk. all that came from his lips were incoherent splutterings, broken whimpers and fragile pleads verging on the brink of prayers. his eyes were glazed, unfocused and watery, fresh tears tracing over the chilled trails left by past spills.

you had finally allowed him to touch, and his hands were roving your body without clear aim but with clear intention, pinching and massaging and trembling against your skin.

"do you need me to slow down?" you questioned through burning gasps, your lungs heaving for precious air as you worked. he was far gone, and you were beginning to become a tad worried.

but your words were a beacon, a light he found in an instant, his eyes snapping into focus and his brow furrowing in a mix of irritation and pleasure. his mouth opened and closed, and short, crackling whimpers came out in frustration. you cupped his face and tilted his chin towards you, slowing the previous snapping of your hips. he composed himself finally, biting his lower lip and dropping his gaze to your body.

"don't...don't slow down. feels too good." he mumbled, eyes casting up through thick lashes. you smiled and pecked his forehead, letting saccharine, dulcet coos melt the man underneath you.

he was ruined once more in an instant, mouth plopping open in a silent moan, strong hands coming to grip your shoulder as you bounced. 

now, you just had to keep him going until his final decimation.

#kelly.writes #kelly.ash #redacted asmr #redacted asmr asher x reader #asher nsfw #asher x reader #redacted asmr asher #tw nswf

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reminder that requests are open!!

it might take a while, but i promise i'll get to it ahdhks

#kelly.speaks

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#cries #i want to cuddle him #fluffy hair #wamt in my hands #please #i can braid #:(( i love him #hannah.💜

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insanity - avior (nsfw)

(a/n: this is me getting a lil more nsfw ahfjdk. i'm trying to ease my way into it)

he knew what they said about insanity. that it was doing the same exact thing over and over and yet trying once again when it produced the same result.

he knew that. he had lived that.

but when those pretty lips of yours plopped open in a sharp gasp turned wanton moan, when your eyes watered and your skin warmed exponentially and your nails gripped his shoulders like needles when he pushed into you over and over again, well.

he thought that maybe he didn't mind insanity all too much.

because if the exact same thing caused you to react like that, then it couldn't be all that bad.

in fact, he thought he rather liked it. or maybe even that wasn't the right term.

he loved it.

just like he loved it when your teeth met his flesh and his movements found that one spot that made you cry out in a way that made him burn.

he had been by himself for so long, so of course his mind had started to wander. he thought of anything and everything, people that had caught his interest and ideas that kept him up at night.

but those fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing. they were nothing compared to your tears and your moans and your ragged exhales of, "please, avi, please."

he loved insanity, craved it, savored it, tasted the hints it left on his tongue and the images it burned into his brain.

as he thought on the past months of insanity and the delightful and exhilarating developments it had brought about, he made his way towards you, ready to go again and get the exact same damn result.

#redacted asmr #redacted asmr x reader #redacted asmr avior #redacted asmr avior x reader

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#AHDHDJSJJAKAA LMAOOO #it feels good to be back y'all #forgot how instantly rewarding writing for thals was

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basketball, whilst being a team sport, was all about possession. and he understood that to its fullest extent.

sweet, gentle yuuji itadori still remembered the first time he felt a full body sense of existential otherness grip his soul when he put a single sneakered foot on his first court.

from then on, it was his court, his ball, his points, his team, and his goddamn reputation on the line. one would have thought that he had everything he could call his own.

but then he met her. and god, that solid knowledge of taking something and keeping for yourself had reached a hellish level.

he took her everywhere like she was one of his sponsor deals, a pretty thing to show off and tell everyone in neon lettering that she was his.

and it had worked. everyone knew that she was his.

but apparently, some didn't know how to apply it.

he gritted his teeth under harsh white lights as he practically flew over concrete, feeling lightning threaded adrenaline fuel his veins. he tuned out the jeering of the crowd behind wired fences in exchange for the dull, heartbreaking thud of a basketball on the backboard as he blocked another shot, coming down hard and stepping over the boy that dared to challenge him.

and that was when he first saw him turn his eyes towards her.

the point guard of the other team was slick, fluid and shifty, quick on his feet fand quicker with his tongue, his comments usually earning him the ire of the voluntary refs. he didn't seem to know his place.

that was alright for now, though. he would help him learn.

as the game went on, he could feel the other team's spirit wane as he and his boys inevitably took charge and dominated them, the score almost blasphemous to the game itself.

it was the fourth quarter, down to the last couple of minutes. he wasn't stressed, though. nothing upsetting was going to occur.

that was, until that damn point guard looked at her and smiled, teeth leering from sweat soaked skin.

and then he had the audacity to wave, fluttering his fingers and winking in her direction.

and oh, that was it.

basketball was about possession, after all.

and she was fully his, mind, heart, and soul, but for damn sure her body.

he took a running start and threw his entire body weight into his newfound opponent, slamming him into the concrete and feeling his head hit the ground with a sickening crack, taking heady satisfaction from the sound.

his arms were moving and his fists were moving and his mouth was moving, teeth gnashing and tongue working like flint freshly sparked, spitting venomous threats that burned like acid on the point guard's skin. dull thuds from skin on skin turned into wet sounds as flesh gave way to blood, and startled yelps turned into tearful begs.

oh, but he wasn't done.

he thought of her in the stands, thought of her widened eyes and hunched shoulders as he dared to even think of looking at her, and suddenly his body was upright and he was kicking, stomping, and walking over this boy, this fucking child who thought he could touch what was his.

and then hands were on his shoulders and a hurried voice was at his ears, and oh god, it was hers, and was she okay? was she frightened, scared, hurt? he would fucking murder the person who-

he was pulled away by fingers that his skin knew on contact and sung at their touch, consoled by a voice that graced his ears and haunted his waking thoughts and unconscious dreams, embraced by arms that held him and pieced him together day by day, minute by minute.

and he was calm.

after all, he had what was his. the buzzer had long sounded, the refs opting for keeping their bodies intact than interfere with the violence in the middle of the court.

the victory was his, in both sport and blood.

and she was his, at his side and in his ear, and his blood thrummed at the sight of her.

he had what was his. and that was all he needed.

"let's go home," he rasped, throat shredded with exhaustion and spent malice.

he knew that she was his. now he just had to prove it.

@ushiitoji @kenknto @meese-geese @the-phantoms-library

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redacted asmr nsfw

asher

destruction (or close to it)

avior

insanity

#redacted asmr

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destruction (or close to it) - asher

request (paraphrasing lmao): "could you do a fic where asher tries to act like a top but gets taken down a notch?"

(a/n: this is my first kind of spicy fic ajdjka so i'm sorry if it's awful)

destruction could be horrible. it was messy and bloodstained, tear filled and whispered in such ragged breaths that one wonders whether the notion should be mentioned or recounted at all.

but sometimes, destruction could be wonderfully pleasing as well.

this thought danced along your mind as you flicked a glance down at the man splayed beneath you, glistening tears lining his eyes and tracking down his blazing cheeks, leading to lips pulled and tugged to oblivion, still parted in trembling submission.

he couldn't even form words, the poor thing. any noises that left his mouth were stuttered out in hitching gasps, incoherent and somewhat endearing.

his hands were tilted towards you, desperate to touch, but it was like he could almost feel the consequences that would arrive if he did, shaking wrists trying to stay firmly placed on the bed.

he was utterly decimated, ruined and a sinful mess.

how had this happened?

well, it started the way most things usually did with asher: his bark far outweighed his bite.

he had talked such a big game, lavishing heavy kisses on your neck and collarbone, rambling in a lust-filled mumble about how he was going to bring you to your knees.

how cute.

but as soon as your nails grazed his shoulders and your teeth nipped at his lower lip, you could practically feel the flip of the switch. he turned molten in your palms, pliable and so easy to play with.

soon his pointed threats turned into watery pleas as he reacted to your words and your touch, settling underneath you as if he were born to be there.

and that was how you'd gotten here.

he was moaning without restraint now, volume growing louder and louder while you recounted the past hour or so's events. you out a hand over his mouth to silence him, and you almost laughed at the sight of his glazed eyes fixating on you, shining and brimming with fresh tears.

he wasn't broken by any means. this was just bending. you knew the extent of his limits.

it was time to push them. and god, you were looking forward to it.

#redacted asmr #redacted asmr x reader #asher x reader #redacted asmr asher #redacted asmr asher x reader #asher nsfw

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thalia, ig

Bestie be honest am i ur lil meow meow

😭😭❓❓ yes❓❓yes u are my lil meow meow

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#for me <3

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lu bu, crush me in between your pecs

#hannah.ror

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th-thor

oh my

i need a minute

#hannah.ror

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odin, please. there are no seats in the entirety of the world except for your lap, i swear

#hannah.ror

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valkyrie pls yell at me <3

#hannah.ror

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SHIVA IS HOT, LORD THOSE ARMS LIKE A SPIDER WEB

APHRODITE IS THE EPITOME OF A MILF

#hannah.ror

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FUCK HERMES IS HOT

#hannah.ror