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svnqsn · 9 months

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𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬

☆. # SHIP — itoshi sae, gn!reader.

☆. # SYNOPSIS — you'd never thought you'd ever sit in the family box in a massive soccer stadium in spain while it's pouring rain, but here you are.

☆. # WARNINGS — none??? sae also calls reader pretty once. fuck off my blog if you think that these adjectives are gendered.

— you asked sae to teach you a little about the rules of soccer before he takes you to the stadium to see him play

— his answer was “you don't need to know the rules. your only job is to sit there, look pretty f'me and watch me win.”

— (not that this man needs one but) having you in the audience gives him the biggest ego boost ever

— immediately hands you his jacket when you two get out of the car and it's pouring rain—he'll be out on the field getting wet either way, at least one of you should be dry and warm

you two step outside after the driver drops you off at the stadium and it's pouring. the rain is heavy and doesn't look like it'll stop anytime soon, if the big, dark clouds in the sky are anything to go by. and because you're in spain, you're didn't bring a jacket and you're standing there in a t-shirt.

you look up at the sky, when suddenly something warm and heavy is placed around your shoulders. you turn and see sae standing next to you, wrapping you in his jacket.

“here,” he says and pulls the hood over your head.

— he won't have time to walk you to the box off the side of the field that's reserved for family members, but he'll definitely have someone escort you there

— as if itoshi sae's partner would ever have to walk through a sea of people by themselves. that's a no go, especially because soccer games can get a little rowdy

— you're honestly shocked at how massive the stadium is. sure, you've seen it on tv and videos, but seeing it in real life is something else entirely

— once you're seated in the little booth on the side of the field, you pull sae's jacket tighter around your body and hide your face in the collar of it

— you watch as the players jog out, clutch the necklace with his jersey number in your fist and give it a little kiss

his eyes find you easily during the game. he doesn't look at you often during it, but whenever he does, his eyes seem to say “you only need to look at me.”

— honestly, the game goes as both sae and you had already expected: sae's team wins with 5:3 and sae makes the last goal

he definitely looks at you after he scores the final goal. his eyes immediately search for you and he looks over to see if you were watching him. you definitely were. he doesn't do anything, but a smirk lights up his face a little.

he feels so good when he sees you standing there, cheering for him. it's the only form of acknowledgment he really needs. he doesn't care for his teammates that come over to give him a slap on the back and he skill fully avoids a few side hugs, but his eyes stay focused on your face.

— i feel like he isn't the type to run up to you after a won game or anything like that. he wins all the time so he doesn't rlly see it as a special enough occasion to do anything like that?? like. he never expects to lose so,,, yk he doesn't see why he should make a big show out of it.

— but when you're both at home, you tell him how cool he was and how good and sae acts like it isn't a big deal

— goes on to say stuff like “it was obvious that i would win.” but inside his ego grows so much when you say stuff like that

— aka don't do it too much. he already has a big enough head tbh /jk

#╭ noé's writing დ #ᦈ ᴛsᴜᴋɪ ɢᴀ ᴋɪʀᴇɪ ᴅᴇsᴜ ɴᴇ ɞ #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x y/n #itoshi sae x y/n #itoshi sae x you #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #sae x y/n #sae x you #did i google ‘how often does it rain in spain’ for this?#yes. yes i did.#i'm still not entirely sure what layout i wanna go with #so bear with me here

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svnqsn · 9 months

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before i found out how old welt actually is, i had this one hc that the entire express—except himeko, of course—fully believed welt was a grandpa. because march once asked him how old he was and welt replied, “too old” and march's brain went: too old -> grey hair -> walking stick -> glasses -> knows a lot of stuff = grandpa. she told dan heng about it and he just went along with it because, yeah, makes sense, welt does know a lot of stuff which makes him seem like he's been around for a long time. and then one day, march says “yk for a grandpa, you still look pretty good, mr. yang” and he just deadpans at her and is like “... march, i'm literally 39”

#[ RANDOM].#but then i found out that he's like actually pretty much a grandpa #and i had to throw that outta the window #i still think its pretty funny tho so #hsr #honkai star rail #honkai star rail welt #welt yang #march 7 hsr #dan heng

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svnqsn · 9 months

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thinking about 'hate' sex with geto suguru after he defects as his past lover before everything happened except it doesn't go the way you think it would.

the way you fuck him is practically the same as how you would take him before. he still takes your cock so well, and you always fuck him slow and hard instead of fast and sloppy just as he likes it. you still check in after entering him and you always give him time to readjust before you start fucking into him with intent. you still make sure that he comes before he does, that he's satisfied by the end of each session.

except, it's now missing the familiarity it once held. you don't hold his hands anymore, fingers interlacing and pressed against the mattress as he takes you so well, choosing instead to press your palm over the expanse of his hips instead. you never fuck him on his back anymore, keeping his face pressed against the pillows so that you don't look at his face. you always wear a condom so that he can't feel you — or, on the days when he can convince you to bypass that (because he's not a whore. he's only yours, always has been. he's clean for you, okay?), you always pull out before you can fill him up to the brim.

and, look, he can cope with that, okay? he knows he messed up. it's good enough that you even want to see him at all.

but he's also so terribly selfish. and if there's anything he can't live with in this current arrangement, it's two things: one, the fact that you never kiss him anymore when you used to pepper so much of that all over his skin, his face, his lips until he suffocated on your taste, and; two, the fact that you never call him suguru anymore.

"shit." your voice is a low grunt, hovering over the shell of his ear. your breath is ragged, and he can tell that you're already getting close. he's already come earlier and now, he's just lying on his front, taking your attempts to chase after your own high like the good boy that he is.

he whines past the overstimulation, clawing at the sheets. he's glad that you made him fold his knees underneath his chest so now, he doesn't have to hold himself upright. he just has to let himself be pulled in by you, used by you, held up and fucked thoroughly by you. his entire world comes down to just you; the feeling of you inside him, around him, suffocating him.

(but never with him.)

"i'm close," you warn him. as if it matters. as if you'll let him take it the way he used to. you're not wearing a condom, which means that he can feel your pre-cum dripping inside him. he whines once again at the feeling, his hips moving to meet your every thrust.

he takes it as an opportunity to beg anyway. "inside," he gasps out. "i want you inside, please."

you don't listen to him. "fuck, geto." and there it is again, his name but not his given name. never his given anymore. he has given you everything—his heart, his future, his name—but you never want it. no, you don't want it anymore.

you don't want him anymore.

as if you want to rub more salt into the wound, you pull out right as he finishes that line of thought. his hole gapes at the sudden emptiness, twitching as it begs to be filled once again — to be filled by you.

however, you ignore his wants. he hears you wrap your hand around your cock, tugging once, twice, before you're spilling all over his hole, dripping into it, but never inside him.

a choked sound escapes his throat, a sob and a moan all at once. he claws at the sheets one more time, his face burying in the pillow to hide the ugly want and hurt painted all over his face. it shouldn't hurt anymore. this is something that's already been established. you don't want him, you won't even use him to find your own pleasure, won't even stain him and fill him up with your cum despite how often you used to tell him that you loved coming inside of him.

his body shakes and he feels your hand coming to rest on his shoulders, running a smooth line down the length of his spine. you're talking, but he can't hear you with the way that the entire world feels as if it's underwater. he understands what you're telling him all the same. stay here. i'll be back. he's still shaking when you leave, the hotel room he's rented for this very purpose tonight feeling emptier than ever.

he still doesn't move.

stay here.

you didn't kiss him before you went.

but he's not your suguru anymore, and he has long lost the right to being yours.

i'll be back.

#☆ — [ reblogs ]#hot as fuck #ugh why don't i have ideas like this 🥴

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svnqsn · 9 months

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gojo is the funniest motherfucker ever. like. my man taught yūji—a child that lived in a completely normal world, without any knowledge of curses even existing—one specific attack + the very basics (with the help of fucking todo), got sealed into a cube and sat there thinking “ah yes, my students are totally prepared for this” while a war was going on 😭😭😭

#[ RANDOM ].#im sorry but??? LMFAOAOA #ive been thinking abt this a lot lately like??#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

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svnqsn · 10 months

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ur kafka and blade post had my mind running sm. so i had this rlly nasty thought abt fucking them in some tight space while they're on a mission. like, even if the mission was urgent, who were they to say no to your greediness?

anon i love you for this i would 100% grope blade's ass or stare at kafka's crotch while fighting like hello??? sir, ma'am, i'm gonna need some time to control my cock (i got too into this and made it too long mb 💀)

sub bottom blade + sub bottom kafka x dom top gn reader | cw. semi-public sex, groping, reader is a greedy pervert, polyamory relationship, amab reader but cock can be interpreted as strap, riding, squirting, supposedly a quickie.

"enjoying the view, gorgeous?" she gives you a smug smile, right as she killed off an enemy. of course kafka would be the first to notice it. your eyes glued on her crotch while she shoots those antimatter engions and voidrangers. the way her chest bounces when she moves— isn't she just riling you up on purpose at this point?

you shrug in response and follow blade into the next room. you had been appointed by elio to go on a mission in herta's space station, to invade the control room and find some sort of information, to be exact. you didn't really get any of the details, but said yes anyway cuz why would anyone say no to spending time with their not one, but two sexy lovers.

it has been a while since the three of you last fucked, now that you think of it. no wonder you're so pent up... another enemy shows up, blade's taking care of it. the way his ass is just glaring at you from behind, his perfectly curved waist, his chest— why is it so big? he's gotta be at least a D cup.

the enemy dies and you can't help yourself. before you realize it, your hand lands on blade's ass, squeezing the soft, refined mound of flesh. you didn't mean to! you were going to hold his waist and praise him for his technique... really!

blade flinches at your touch, his face heating up while his body tenses. you- right now, seriously? that's basically what's going on in his mind. he wants to react but, your hand on his ass does feel nice.

"ah? having fun without me? that's mean," kafka approaches, closing and locking the door behind her. "you aren't hogging them for yourself, are you bladie?" she hums, looking at the two of you, precisely with your hand still on blade's ass.

blade flushes and looks at her with a frown, attempting to defend himself. "no i-" you cut him off, pulling kafka by her waist and wrapping kissing her neck (which she willingly exposed to you).

"come on, let me have my fun. we haven't done it in ages. i'm suffering out here, y'know?" you groan, it being slightly muffled by the fact that you're basically smothering yourself in kafka's neck. she smells nice.

blade leans into you, pulling your arm from his ass to around his waist as well. kafka smiles at you, ruffling your hair fondly, "yeah? missed us, didn't you?" fuck, she's always so smug. it's so weakening and so.. arousing. makes you want to put her in her place, doesn't it? she knows it and she loves it.

"we're in a secluded area," blade finally lets out his voice, letting out soft breaths, his hand resting on yours while your arm is around his waist. "everyone must have retreated by now. i want to.." he mumbles, a bit quiet but loud enough for you and kafka to hear.

blade had never been so vocal about his wants and needs, so the fact that he's admitting it at all must mean he's been all pent up too. how cute.

"aw, blade," you coo, letting go of your hand on kafka's waist and putting it on blade's cheek, kissing his lips endearingly. he lets out a low moan at your affection, his hand still on yours.

kafka smiles endearingly at the two of you before sighing loudly, getting in the middle of you. "no more stalling. i've been waiting on this too. i'm waiting for one of you to fuck me already, you know?"

"sorry bladie, you don't mind me going first, right?" kafka lets out a heavy breath, her walls clamping down on you. she's so warm and tight... oh how you missed this.

it's not really efficient to fuck in the storage room of someone else's space station, but you'll take it. you're sitting down leaning against the wall, kafka with her clothes discarded sitting on your dick, tits looking bouncy and magnificent, her eyes half lidded while she bounces on your cock—blade's leaning on your shoulder, your hand on his dick, he's moaning softly as your hand rubs his leaking slit. fuck, this is heavenly.

kafka is having the time of her life. she absolutely adores riding you, your dick reaches the deepest parts of her, brushing against her cervix everytime you thrust inside. she enjoys the way you're under her, moaning as she makes you feel good.

but you only have a limited size of self control, using your other hand to grip kafka's hip and thrust inside her, making her moan loudly in ecstasy. you're deep inside her, the way your dick drags in and out her soaking pussy— ahh, she can't get enough of this.

"fuck, if- if we weren't on an urgent mission i would've loved to eat you out before this, kaf," you breathe out between moans, she's so warm and welcoming, your dick could melt inside her (or maybe she's just a whore).

kafka laughs breathily, holding your shoulder and groaning as she pushes herself down on you. "ah, y-yeah? what makes you think i'd let you?" always so cocky. dumb brat needs to be put in her place.

you kiss blade's cheek before letting go of his weeping cock, both your hands grabbing kafka's hips and slamming her down on you repeatedly. she lets out loud moans, her legs trembling and her toes curling. "what a fucking brat. so cocky when all you want is my dick. aren't you just my whore, princess?" you groan, continuing to fuck into her like a madman.

she can't even make a snarky reply at that point. her whole body is trembling, her tits bouncing, she's squealing and moaning, drool slipping past her mouth. but then your hand reaches to squeeze one of her breasts before pinching her clit— fuck. she throws her head back and squirts all over you, leaving you soaking wet from her fluids.

you groan at the sight and give her a kiss on the lips before pulling out of her, earning a dissapointed sigh as you lean her down on the wall next to you. kafka's had her fun, now you gotta take care of your neglected sweet boy right beside you. blade's panting at the sight, already stretching himself out for you and mewling when he feels your eyes on him.

he's waited all this long and even prepared himself for you! what a good boy. you kiss blade's swollen lips, poor boy must've been biting back his moans to not disturb you and kafka. he's so sweet.

"blade," you coo, brushing the hair out of his face. he lets out a small 'mm' at your voice, letting you hold his hips while he straddles you. he blushes lightly and holds your still hard dick, aligning it with his stretched out hole. he needs you, he needs you bad.

you rub circles on his hip as he steadily sinks himself down on your cock, breathing heavily and scrunching his eyes at the feeling that he oh so craved. he moans when you're fully inside him, leaning his head on your shoulder and letting out heavy breaths, adjusting to your size.

you kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair, your other hand rubbing circles on his hip. "there we go, good boy. doing so good for me, yeah?" you whisper, soothing him as he moans at your words, lightly rolling his hips against yours. "take your time to adjust, move when you're ready, okay?" you remind him. the mission was urgent; sure, as much as this should be a quickie, you can't just force your dick in someone's hole!

after a short while, blade starts moving, rolling his hips against yours steadily before starting to bounce up and down your cock. he whimpers and moans, trying to keep his voice down— unlike someone who couldn't even bother (not like you could either). this takes you back to the first time you had sex with him, he's so shy, so quiet, holding in his voice. it's so so adoring, you think.

you pepper kisses onto blade's chest and collarbone, letting him fuck himself on you while you hold his hips to help steady him. he looks so pretty when he's breathless above you like this— both him and kafka do.

"so pretty, blade," you groan out, nipping his jaw while he continues to bounce on you, matching your thrusts. he really was ethereal... eyes half lidded, mouth parted open. you can't get enough of this.

you gotta end things fast though, the mission's still important. kafka had gotten you close to your climax already so now you're even closer, feeling your dick twitch in blade.

you kiss blade's shoulder softly, fucking into him while your other hand reaches towards his neglected cock. blade mewls as he feels you stroke his dick, getting him close to his own ejaculation. your hips nor his stop thrusting, your hand stroking his dick at the same pace.

"cumming– hng, i'm c-cumming," blade slurrs, nipping onto your shoulder and moaning, his dick twitching in your hold.

you kiss the shell of his ear, whispering, "cum for me, blade." and with that, he releases in your hand, his walls clenching around you tightly as he moans in ecstasy.

"good boy," you kiss blade's sweaty forehead before getting him off of you, sitting him down next to you and palming yourself, chasing your own release.

"hello?? kafka? blade? [name]? where are you? did you get the stuff?" the voice of a familiar hacker reaches your ears.

you curse under your breath, "oh fuck."

#☆ — [ reblogs ]#i hope y'all know how feral i am for this dynamic #gimme more of this wtf

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svnqsn · 10 months

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OO1 ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ፧ ‎ ‎BLOOD SUCKER ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏♡ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏

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✶ users! › asmo, beel, levi, satan, belphie, gn!reader.

✶ synopsis! › the reader is a vampire.

✶ cw’s! › blood, blood sucking, blood bags -- just lots of mentions of blood, nsfw parts, brothers know reader is a vamp, mentions of a blood (sucking) kink in asmo's part and levi's, reader's mentioned to have eyes that change colour, primal play in asmo's part but it's just mentioned once and not very specific either, reader's a pureblood (only mentioned in satan's part).

ASMO;

asmo is obsessed from the moment he first lays his pretty eyes on you—you're unnaturally beautiful and if there's one thing that gets him worked up, it's beauty. he gasps when he sees your fangs for the first time and his mind goes places immediately; what'd it feel like to have those fangs sink into his skin? to watch you lick your lips clean of asmo's blood all over your mouth. he's been with a vampire once or twice but none of them had been as hypnotizing as you. you, with your lidded crimson eyes that stare at him like he's nothing but food for you. sometimes, he gets you riled up on purpose just to see the way you glare at him, like he's nothing but prey you're waiting to catch and swallow whole -- he loves it. he knows, theoretically speaking, that he could lay you flat on your back if he wanted to. the thing is he doesn't want to. he wants to see you sprinkled in his blood and enjoying it too.

BEEL;

beel understands you. he knows what it's like to want food—to need it—and not be able to have it at that exact moment and time. so he makes sure that there's always blood bags stacked in the mini fridge in his room and he also makes sure that you don't feel embarrassed about your cravings and needs. he's also never scared of you. not only because he knows you don't pose a real threat (at least not to him or his brothers), but also because he just gets it. he knows the suffering that comes with that burning pit in your stomach. he knows the anguish of hurting people because you can't control yourself and the blame that comes afterwards. so even if you do lose control at some point, beel's there to hold you and pet your head and make you feel okay again.

LEVI;

levi's scared of you, at first, and also impossibly turned on. it's hard to build any kind of relationship with him because he's so skittish around you. he looks at you and when you smile at him, all he sees are your fangs—and he squeaks and runs to his room. but it's not really fear anymore, at least not after you've made it clear that you were a good person (vampire?). levi just cannot stand the thoughts in his own head at the sight of anything even remotely vampire on you. he wants you to suck his blood, maybe even to call him your blood bag. but then he tells himself that he's gross: that's a filthy, disgusting thought. dumb levi. but he genuinely cannot help himself. he feels like he's in some kind of anime and he's watched lots of them with vampires. he can't help but fantasize about you sinking your teeth into his flesh and drinking until you're full. sometimes he dreams about it, even. he'd never ask though. the one time you've stormed into his room with your eyes a crimson red and a sneer on your beautiful face, levi nearly fainted on the spot. but then he pushed his collar to the side, turned a pretty red and offered his neck to you. he's so cute you want to eat him.

SATAN;

satan asks you a million questions all the time about the human world. things he's only ever read about in books, since there's no human alive to tell the tales. you spend hours in his room together, a candle lit, cuddled up in his bed while he asks and you answer. sometimes satan takes a few notes to add to some books that he owns. he especially loves it when you tell him something in his books is simply wrong. he loves when you go on long tangents about things that don't even exist anymore—of times long since passed. he asks you what your human life was like back then, but you just give him a confused glance. “i've never been human,” you said. even more questions. he's heard of pureblood vampires before, of course, but he's never actually met one. please don't tell him you're a price or anything like that. he will never stop asking questions.

BELPHIE;

belphie doesn't give two shits about you being a vampire, tbh. he loves the fact that you sleep during the day because that means he'll get to take even more naps with you. he also doesn't care that you drink blood—doesn't find it disgusting but doesn't find it too attractive either. it's just... normal for him. like, he'll fetch himself a drink and just grab you a bag of blood along with it. he does use you as an excuse 79% of the time. tells lucifer he has to look after you because you're hungry so he can't go to school (he's very much simply taking a nap with you). he wouldn't mind you biting him either. it's not like he finds it super hot and gets turned on by it, but it's just.. he doesn't mind it. whether you're actually hungry and need blood or you just want to nibble on his skin a little for comfort, he's pretty much down for it. at this point, he doesn't even flinch anymore when you sink your teeth into his neck, shoulder or arm. his brothers do give you guys weird looks when they see you cuddling on the couch with your mouth around his arm, but belphie doesn't give a fuck about them. let them stare all they want as long as you're happy.

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