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billzoned · 6 months

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Hey, I don't know if you still write, but I imagine sapnap getting angry after losing in a game and taking it out on the bed-

anger

pairing :: cc! sapnap + afab! reader

content warnings :: explicit content, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it guys), dom! sapnap, sub! reader, edging, ..marking, choking, belly bulge.., hair pulling if u squint, praise.., bjs, creampie :o

word count :: 920

author's note :: i am indeed still writing! i just write excruciatingly slow and my motivated comes in small bursts most of the time. but requests are always welcome <3

(ps.) i am horrible at writing endings, and aftercare...oopsies? :'c

NOT PROOFREAD — nsfw under cut.

sapnap is one to get just a little bit...angry if he loses in something. it doesn't matter if it's a video game, or anything else– he'll get irritated. to make it oh so much better– he takes his anger out on you every time he gets the chance.

all that could be heard throughout sapnap's room was the sound of gagging and euphoric groans coming from sapnap. after he lost a manhunt (horribly), he had decided to take all of his anger out on you– in your vulnerable state of watching youtube videos in the room next to him, he had dragged you into his own room and decided to simply fuck your throat and try to blow off some steam.

your clothes were nowhere to be found– probably thrown on the floor somewhere as your throat convulsed around sapnap's cock as he harshly forced your head up and down repeatedly. you were clearly having trouble taking all of him into your mouth. "ah, god- come on, just be a good little slut and take it, yeah?" he mocked your struggles. but he rolled his eyes, grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off of him anyway, letting you take a breather as you coughed from the severe asphyxiation you had experienced in the past two minutes– until he pushed your head back down and continued ravaging your throat until it was sore and raw. he kept fucking into your mouth until suddenly his cum shot down your throat and painting your mouth white with a loud groan.

finally, after what felt like eternity, he grabbed a handfull of your hair and roughly pulled you off of him and carried you to his bed. "you want to be fucked, don't you?" he said as he bent down to start his attack on your neck– biting and kissing all over the flesh until your skin was littered in pink-ish red marks. the noises you were making were enough of a confirmation for sapnap, as he trails his hand down from your stomach to your thighs, and finally to your dripping cunt. he slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds until he stops at your clit– rubbing small circles rabidly and hearing your small whimpers and quiet moans fall out from your lips. you were just on the edge of release, your noises getting just a bit louder and more desperate, until he stopped all of his movements and left you with a ruined orgasm.

"you're gonna have to beg if you really want to cum, sweetheart." he said tauntingly, slipping his fingers into your cunt. you looked at him with fat tears rolling down your face, trying your best to beg. "please, sap!! jus' let me cum-! please-please, please!" you beg, your destroyed voice trembling and filled with desperation. "hm.. i may consider it.." this went on for a couple of minutes until he finally gave you what you were begging for. your legs had started shaking uncontrollably from the overstimulation of his fingers moving rapidly in and out of your pussy as the coil in your abdomen snaps. you moan aloud and your eyes roll back into your head in pleasure– vision going cloudy– as sapnap looks down at you. "there you are... good girl, good girl.. doing so well for me.." he praised, as he pulled his fingers out of you.

he swiftly pulled you to the edge of his bed, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing the tip in, before slamming into you and making you moan loudly. he grabbed your hips tightly– so tightly that they would certainly leave bruises in the morning. the continuous sounds of skin-on-skin slapping and the sounds of ecstasy coming from both you was simply intoxicating to sapnap. he couldn't help himself– he just had to wrap his large hand around your throat like a necklace and hear your struggled moans. "take it- fuck- take it f'me, yeah?" he whispered in your ear. he looked down over your body, his eyes stopping at the little bulge pressing up in your tummy every time he thrusted in and out. his head fell back from the sight– he wasn't even sure if he could last much longer from that.

your moans increased in volume as his cock brushed against your g-spot, waves of pure pleasure flowing through your veins every time he pounds into you. he slowly trailed his hand down from your throat to your stomach, and to your clit– rubbing it rapidly and stimulating the small bundle of nerves. the two of you weren't gonna last too much longer, that was for sure. with sap pounding into you and the two of you being in a state of pure ecstasy..it was bound to end soon.

you could feel the familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening, signaling you were close to your long awaited orgasm. suddenly, with one simple deep thrust from sapnap your orgasm hit you like a truck– your eyes rolling back into your head and a loud moan falling from your lips. sap's hips were soon stuttering as he groans, head falling backwards and eyes closing as his cum leaks into you. he takes a moment before he pulls out–asking if you're okay and slowly slipping out.

the last thing you remember is him saying, "i'll be back in a minute, alright?" before seeing his blurry figure getting up and walking supposedly to the bathroom to go get a wet wash cloth to clean you up.

AA I FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING I WROTE!!1!1!! it's 1 in the morning and it's not the best but hope yall enjoy! :3

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chuchumagica · 11 months

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@neco__kyu_kyu

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squibo · 6 months

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#columbo #and now the columbo drawings ʕ ·ᴥ·ʔゞ

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tourniiquet · 1 year

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SZK #すずか絵画館

#ichimatsu suzuka #市松寿ゞ謡

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lasserbatsu · 5 months

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#mydraws #ink!sans #dream sans #drink ship #utmv #(〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

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w3bgrl · 5 months

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90 degrees!

synopsis: hyunjin and jisung, with a habit of arguing, make the poor decision of starting a fight the night before evaluations. not just evaluations - but evaluations for jyp’s new trainee survival show; stray kids. this doesn’t go over well for them, but in hindsight, it was the best decision they could’ve made that day.

date: circa late 2016 to mid 2017

word count: 1.3k

featuring: kang juyeon, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

warnings: hyunsung being mean to each other

a/n: all members mentioned without shoehorning it in fuck yeah (also not sure how i’m feeling abt this -.- )

it was in the early hours of the morning when juyeon finally said “last time!”

the boys behind her sighed a mixture of relief and distain for their last run of the choreography details before evaluations. they had been polishing it up for hours now and the members honestly couldn’t see a difference in the moves anymore. yet minho, the skilled dancer who stood the closest to her in order to help with monitoring the weak spots, was the only one who actually seemed up for the last round. the rest of the boys were understandably exhausted and ready to be in their beds, but if they wanted to be the trainee group to make the show, they needed to be the best. and being the best took a lot of practice.

“minho, do you want to lead this one?”

the older boy agreed with a toothy grin and took her spot in the middle as she stepped to the side, squatting down to rest her legs while she watched. minho counted them in with the smile lingering on his lips and the second he began to dance a serious look plastered over his previously enthusiastic manner. it was like the choreography just took over - his aura totally changed.

juyeon pulled her eyes from minho’s obvious expertise with hopes that he would help lead future practices and focused for a moment on jeongin, eyeing the sequence he struggled with the most - but the jarring misstep beside him ripped her eyes away.

jisung seemed to have stepped on hyunjin’s foot during their transition and said something to him, resulting in hyunjin saying something back. juyeon huffed. hyunjin had a habit of somehow starting arguments out of nowhere, specifically with jisung. they had a hard time getting along most of the time and had a few altercations in the past, such as the time hyunjin may or may not have ‘accidentally’ spilled his drink on jisung. but because of their frequent quarrels juyeon had gotten good at putting them in their place - especially when they’re doing the last runthrough.

“excuse me.” she used a stronger voice than usual to make sure they heard her but not loud enough to disturb the members actually doing the choreography. however, the arguing pair were too caught up in their tantrum to think about the other people in the room and continued making remarks toward one another.

“i wouldn’t have to dodge you if you could do it correctly” hyunjin snapped

“boys.”

jisung’s lip pulled into a sneer, “oh, yeah, cause you’re such hot shit.”

“better than you, that’s for sure.”

“hey.” juyeon was now speaking in her chest voice, projecting enough that the other members were stealing glances while still trying to keep up with practice.

“at least i can rap! it’s a real good thing you’re pretty because if not you’d be nothing more than a backup dancer your whole career.”

jisung’s retort was finally the last straw, as now she was more angry that they were ignoring her. juyeon stood, and for the the first time ever - even for chan, the members heard her shout.

“hey!!”

the bickering boys whipped their heads in her direction, as did the ones who had been practicing diligently. all eyes were on juyeon as she walked in quick, swift strides to the door, holding it open with an unfaltering glare toward the accused.

“go.”

still steaming from the words exchanged, jisung and hyunjin slumped out the door, hands in pockets and gaze avoiding the older girl. juyeon then shut it behind them swiftly without slamming it on the hinges leaving the rest of the boys with their mouths open.

“i’ve never heard her shout before” changbin muttered

chan sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his thumbs. “me neither”

the boys fell completely silent as they listened in to hear her scolding them. but honestly, the more they tried to listen, the more they couldn’t really hear anything.

“what do you think she’s saying?” seungmin asked openly for anyone who had an answer

“probably laying down the law.” minho chuckled and took a gulp of his water “i wonder if she’ll come back without them.”

silence fell over the room again as they leaned in to listen once more. still, nothing. with a grumble from his stomach, felix pulled his attention from the door and sat on the floor next to his bag with sweat still dripping down his temples. he really never thought he’d ever see juyeon so mad - she was so well-mannered and typically pretty peaceful. all he could think is how relieved he was to not be on the receiving end of her discipline. maybe she wasn’t so scary, but having let her down would be enough in itself.

little did he know - his intuition was stronger than he thought.

juyeon stood wordlessly in front of the younger boys with her arms folded tight against her chest, eyes more annoyed than enraged. babysitting is tough enough, it’s even worse when they’re moody teenage boys.

“noona, i have to look out for him -” juyeon interrupted him.

“i don’t care. i didn’t ask.”

hyunjin’s courage fell along with his gaze and he opted to watch the laces of his shoes instead.

“listen to me.” the older girl spoke with such authority “i don’t care what happened or why it happened, and i also don’t care what your problem is with each other.” she divided her stern glare evenly between them “what i do care about is this team, and there is no room for whatever your problems are. if we make-”

juyeon completely stopped for a second before correcting herself “when we make evaluations tomorrow and go to the show, we are proving to jyp that we deserve to debut together as a team. and when we do, you two will get to be together every minute of every day for at least the next 7 years. so here are your choices: you can either apologize to each other now and resolve your issues by tomorrow, or you can let the trainers know that you will not be attending the evaluation. does that make sense?”

the boys nodded silently with their eyes down, hoping - praying that juyeon would just lighten up a bit. it was very uncommon for her to be this…unfriendly - it was very uncomfortable. she didn’t look like she had this brazenness in her, and yet the younger boys now cowered before her. still, she stood in front of them expectantly.

“well?”

jisung was the first to speak as he hadn’t been directly berated like hyunjin did. “right now? i-in front of you?”

she nodded.

jisung and hyunjin looked at each other with an emotion that couldn’t be described in one word; a mixture of annoyance, cowardice, shame, and regret. in unison they began to say sorry, tipping their heads toward each other in a weak excuse for a bow - at least in juyeon’s book.

“90 degrees”

the boys heeded her word and quickly bent at the waist, the crowns of their heads nearly knocking each other as they bowed.

“thank you.” she let out a breath, the stern look on her face ceasing just a hint. she then nodded toward the practice room “now for them, too.”

the crack of the practice door being opened stopped all the boys in their tracks, halting conversations between the members as they all waited for the culprits to emerge.

jisung entered in front of hyunjin while juyeon stepped off to the side. the humbled boys walked toward the center of the practice room with pink cheeks from embarrassment. they looked akin to puppies with their tails tucked between their legs. together, they bowed - 90 degrees - to the members.

“sorry for how we acted. it won’t happen again.”

the rest of the boys were stagnant until the pair stood back up and all eyes shifted to juyeon who had waited quietly with her hands clasped in front of her. once she noticed everyone looking at her, she bowed as well.

“i’m sorry for yelling. i shouldn’t do that.”

jisung and hyunjin took note of her 90 degree bow.

#♡ billie #skz oc #stray kids oc #stray kids #stray kids 9th member #stray kids imagines #hyunjin imagines #jisung imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines #han jisung imagines #juyeon is a woman of principles and respect (￣^￣)ゞ #sound familiar? (°▽°)#♡ hyunjusung #kpop added member #kpop oc #kpop addition

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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weak for your love

Keigo Takami x FemReader

synopsis: it’s almost 10am and you’re still asleep! He just misses you so much, he needs you so bad! Can you really blame him?

song title inspo: Weak for Your Love by Thee Sacred Souls

warnings: updated, oral sex (f!receiving), orgasms, somnophilia, cunnilingus, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), toothrotting fluff, keigo is a simp

Waltzing back into your room, Keigo grumbles to find you still snoozing so late in the morning. One thing he doesn’t care for is how different your sleep schedules are; you stay up late and sleep in late, he stays up late and wakes up early. Well, he usually wouldn’t stay up so late if he wasn’t fucking you into his bed every other night. Before he met you, he stayed pretty consistent with he sleep schedule, but now he has a reason to be up into the late hours of the night. Wether he was ravaging your needy cunt with his tongue, or thrusting into you with his cock, he never minded staying up later for you, oh not at all.

But even so, his body still wakes itself up, his natural body clock responding as it always did even before you. Because, even if he was staying up until midnight (or later) to satisfy you, he still had work to do. Crime didn’t exactly stop itself after all.

Yet today, he gets to stay home with you, something he doesn’t get to cherish often—he missed you! He wanted to spend his day spending his time with you before he had to leave you again, he needed to wake you up. He might as well do it in a way that won’t make you angry with him.

Sauntering over in just his sweatpants, he crawls over your sprawled out form, watching your stir and part your lips, softly moaning in your sleep. He lowers his head down to peck at your chapped lips before kissing along your cheeks and to your nose. He kisses down your jaw and back up to your ear, descending to your neck as his hands move up under your tank top to grope at your breasts.

He grins at your drawn out sigh, looking back to your face to see if you’ve woken up yet—you haven’t. Frowning, his nuzzles his nose into you temple before sultry whispering into you ear:

“Wake up, Baby.”

Still, you remain asleep, silently murmuring to yourself yet your eyes remain shut and your breaths stay even. He listens intently as you begin to moan and squirm, you must be dreaming, he thinks.

“You better be dreaming of me, Little Dove.” He chuckles possessively, gently pinching your nipple and tugging, pulling a short whimper from you.

Pulling your tank top above your chest, he watches as your breasts fall open, leaving your nipples to fully harden against the cool air. He hums appreciatively to himself before taking one of your perked buds into his mouth to suck.

“Keigo stop…”

He perks up, your chest chasing the warmth of his mouth as he anxiously scans your face.

“Baby? Are you awake?” He asks, afraid he crossed a boundary he wasn’t supposed to. So much for not making you angry, he chastens solemnly—he really wasn’t trying to!

And yet, you remain asleep, continuing to mumble incoherent words, tossing your head to the side with another sigh. He pouts again, unsure if he should continue if even dream you refused him.

His hands dip to find purchase onto your waist, gently tapping against your supple skin in thought.

“Mmm…” You begin to shift noisily beneath him, calling out his name in search for his warmth. He lets out a huff: a mixture between frustration and amusement.

“You’re so confusing, yknow?” He whispers longingly, back to peppering kisses onto your face, subtly grinding his half-hard cock onto your stomach.

This time, your drowsy eyes finally blink awake, a dopey smile stretching across your cheeks as you greet him with a gentle: “g’morning.”

“Finally,” he groans, he felt like if he had to wait any longer he would combust.

“What time is it?” You ask, rubbing at your eyes and turning you head to yawn so your morning breath wouldn’t hit his nose.

“It’s almost 10am, Sweatheart,” He informs softly, bringing his hand to gently guide your face back to him.

“Time to get up.” The faint desperation of his voice coaxes a content sigh from you, your arms reach up to hold him, fingers delicately massaging into his shoulders.

“You’re so needy.” You grumble, eyes falling back shut yet you stay awake.

He puffs, taken aback at your sudden gibe. Needy? Your words punctuating a tiny stab at his composure.

“You can go back to sleep if you want to Baby” He promises but refuses to pull away. Maybe he can get by with just cuddling you as you snooze.

Your smile returns, finding humor of his offense. “I’m only teasing,” you say, your hands sliding down to his biceps, humming as you do so.

“I like your neediness, it’s cute” You plant a kiss on his chin right above his stubble. Feeling relieved, he goes back to his previous menstruations, basking in your attention.

Unsatisfied, he takes your hand and guides it to grip the growing tent in his sweats, curling your fingers around his erection as he stares impatiently into your eyes.

“I want you.” He admits affectionately, waiting for your approval as you bat your eyes at him, unsurprised, yet charmed.

You hum thoughtfully, turning around and onto your stomach, hugging your pillow into your face, slightly arching your back in invitation.

“Give me a massage first.” You demand with wiggle to your hips, glancing back at him to gauge his reaction.

You little minx.

Though he isn’t displeased at your request, his warm hands finding purchase to your back, rubbing soft circles into your skin. He palms at you, seemingly lost in thought as he listens to your soft moans and approving hums.

“I’m so lucky…” you breathe with pleasure, a faint whimper sounding from your throat. Chuckling as he glows in response to your praise, he takes this moment to appreciate how lucky he is.

As his hands make his way down to your naked thighs, appreciating your forgo of panties when you sleep. He kneads at the soft dough of your legs, the cock between his legs stirring with anticipation.

As he squeezes the fat of your ass, he peeks up at your face, only to witness you falling back asleep. Tsking, he calls to wake you.

“Babe.” he says in a firm yet gentle tone.

“Hm?” Your eyes snapped open, you must’ve only been half-asleep. His hands continue to knead at the fat of your ass, signaling to you his needs.

You turn back around to face him, looking quite amused with yourself as you spread your legs from underneath him.

“You can have me,” you say, his hands quickly jumping to your legs to hold them steady.

“But you have to eat me out first.” You peer up at him, your eyes daring him to protest but he doesn’t—when would he ever? He smiles, leaning over you to litter kisses down your torso as you lift you tank top over your head, tossing it to the side as your hands find their place in his hair.

“That’s it baby…”

His dick pulses, cheeks dusting pink at your praise, hurriedly reaching your dripping pussy and lifting your legs up and over his shoulders. He waste no time licking along your folds, dipping his tongue against your entrance before sliding back up and to your clit. He purrs at the taste of your juices, you always taste so good.

Flicking his tongue back and forth against your clit, he teases his digits along your labia before dipping one into you, curling upwards to find that special spot that has you coming undone for him.

“Fuck Baby.” he moans against your pussy, slipping the hem of his pants below his cock so he can grind against the bed, indifferent to the mess he makes.

Gripping your thighs tight, he shoves his face further into your cunt, sucking and slurping away as your legs threaten to crush his head. Your wanton moans spurring him on further as he slides a second finger into you.

God he loves you so much, you could ask anything of him and he would die working to give it to you. Your hands tighten in his hair, pulling and shoving him closer to your needy clit, your moans growing in volume as his fingers pick up in pace.

It doesn’t take him long to get you to unravel for him, he can tell you’re about to cum before you even warn him. He slips his fingers out to swiftly replace with his tongue, his nose rubbing it’s assault against your clit as the heel of his palm presses into your belly.

“Keigo!” you wail, warm cum filling his mouth as he drinks you up, pushing his face impossibly closer as his hands pull your hips further into him. He’s moving his head back and forth in frantic, growling like a starved animal before he pulls away, spit and slick following in strings before detaching.

Slapping your thigh as he heaves; his chest is falling up and down rhythmically.

“Fuck, I love you.” He proclaims, diving in to kiss you, unsympathetic of your struggling to catch your breath. You squirm against his kisses, turning away so you can breathe before he’s pulling you back in for more.

He’s kissing down your neck when he feels your toes curling around the seem of his pants, sliding them down his legs. Kicking the rest of them off and onto the floor, he repositions himself in front of you. Pawing at your body, he demands seductively into your ear:

“Put it in.”

You obey, grabbing him by his base to lazily stroke him before guiding him to your entrance. He braces himself with a sharp intake, one hand gripping the headboard.

“Fuuuuck…” he groans, you’re always so damn tight. Clutching you tightly by your waist, he squeezes your soft flesh as he bullies his cock further into you, welcoming your wet heat to swallow his cock.

“Oh my god baby, yes…” he whimpers into your neck, rejoicing in your gasps and moans as his pelvis comes into contact with yours, fully sheathed inside.

“Just like that right? Hm?” He breathes into your ear as he carefully thrusts up into you. Hoisting you up by your legs, he wraps them around his thin waste. Taking a stabilizing inhale, pulls out agonizingly slow before thrusting back in—just how you like it: deep and slow.

You nod your head frantically, eyes screwed shut and your lips delicately parted to let out a series of high-pitched whines. Your hand finds purchase anchoring yourself with his bicep as the other smooths against his chest. Tossing your head back, you bite your lip to ground yourself against the pleasure he was assaulting onto your body.

He decides he can’t hear you as well this way, so he takes his thumb to pull your lip away from your teeth. In response you suck his thumb into your mouth, staring into him as you do, lips still apart as you let out a short sob when he hits that spot just right.

“Yeah—oh fuck—right there baby? Huh?” His hips pick up in pace, the room resounding with the sound of skin-to-skin slapping and desperate sounds of pleasure.

He watches as your tits bounce before leaning down to bury his face in between him, pulling your hips up to continuing meeting his thrusts. He breathes in your natural smell, eyes rolling back into his head at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him,

“Yes, yes yes yes yes yes yes!” he chants like a mantra, voice tapering off into a dramatic whine. Your hands move past his neck and down his back to leave red wilts in there wake. He spreads his wings out wide, fluttering gusts of short winds in response to your nails narrowly missing to cut.

He feels your heels dig into the dimples of his lower back, pushing him further inside of you as your cunt flutters around him.

“Fuck, touch yourself Angel” he commands, not a second later he watches your hand slither in between your sweaty bodies to rub circles onto your clit. Gasping as he feels you squeeze him harder, convulsing his cock in your dripping warmth.

“Yes! Fuck just like that!”

He’s panting into your chest like a dog, his mouth returning to your breast before clamping down. He revels in your lewd gasp as you arch into him, your cunt clenching down like a vice as you cum. In return, he lets out a final groan, spilling into you, his hips continuing their assault as he rides out his extreme high.

He’s panting back into your neck, chest-to-chest, he feels the wetness of his salvia rub against him.

“Good?” he concerns you with with a perturbed expression, worried he went overboard on you first thing in the morning.

“Amazing.” You answer, rapid breaths pouring out of you as you relax your shaking legs from his hips. He chuckles deeply, pulling out to watch his cum spill out of you before pushing it back in with his thumb.

“Keigo…” you whine, your body jumping in overstimulation.

He laughs, kissing your wet and parted lips with a sigh. “Sorry baby.” He says, though you both know he really isn’t.

“Are you awake now?” He inquires with a teasing hilt, smiling against your lips before nuzzling his nose into your cheek as he waits for your reply.

“Yes, now get off so I can go pee.”

“Yes ma’am.” He laughs, falling off you as he blissfully watches you stretch. You turn back to him, holding his face in your hands to press a loving kiss to his forehead.

“Can we make breakfast together?” You ask hopefully. He radiates excitement, his imaginary tail thumping against the sheets. He catches your lips with his as you pull away, tempting you back towards him before you leave.

He loves you so much.

“Of coarse we can.” he promises, looking up at you as you gaze down at him fondly before you turn to saunter into the bathroom. But just before you close the door you call his name.

He raises his head back up at you as he cleans himself off with a tissue, hissing at the sensitivity.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

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thetalkingwave · 2 months

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For my funny Valentine @randobambo

#cheese sandwich #pinkie pie #cheesepie #mlp #wavie's art #wavie's queue #( FORGOT TO QUEUE THIS PROPERLY D:)#(anyhow hope ya like it (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ)

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f3rda-is-m00dy · 9 months

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they did surgery on a grape.

#m00dy's memez #jiang cheng breast reduction.jpg #mdzs is a shakespearean level tragedy #if i'm not laughing i'm crying #i definitely did not edit in gojo's blindfold for this #nope #no way #mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #wen qing #wen ning #mxtx #mdzs spoilers #ah #eta:#idk how to tell ppl that this isn't loss (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

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totallynotlx · 7 months

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Take me with you

A/N: I dunno why I wrote this. I dunno if this is supposed to make me feel better or worse but hey, I just wanted to let this out lmao. Also I'm still working on that other fic and that's where I'll be coping hard so enjoy this one (or not asdfkjasd) for now

Tags: Death, Greiving, Coping, JJK spoilers, not proofread so there's that

Word Count: 753

All you see is an empty corridor devoid of any pop of color. All you hear is the soft tap of your shoes against polished wood. The numbness is there, yet you seem to feel everything simultaneously. Your heart felt like it was breaking with each step as if you were trampling over it. You suppress the urge to claw at your chest like it will ease your anxiety. The usual hallway you would pass by every day without any thought felt like it stretched on forever today. You take a right instead of going straight to the classrooms today. This is also different from your daily routine. You continue on your lonely journey through the quiet hallways and reach the end of the hall, where a staircase leads you to the basement where Shoko's lab is located.

With each descent you make, you can feel your resolve crumbling away. Death wasn't a new concept to you, not when you were in the Jujutsu world. Death is a concept that visits every once in a while. It's not a welcome one, but a common picture nonetheless.

You round the corner and see the usual silhouette in the lab coat. Shoko's head was downcast, looking at a lifeless figure on the table. You catch a glimpse of a familiar large hand and take a sharp inhale of breath before steeling your emotions.

"Shoko." Your voice came out like a mere whisper. The woman's shoulder tenses up before turning to you.

"Y/N." She says in acknowledgment of your presence.

"Am I... Is he..." Your words were stuck at the back of your throat. They won't come out. "I'm sorry, I can't—"

"It's alright." She says but shakes her head almost immediately. Yeah, nothing is alright. "I'll be upstairs if you need me." She says as she taps your shoulder lightly. Without her blocking the view, you turn away from the lifeless figure before you. You nod silently, and she makes her way up, leaving you in the cold and silent room.

Inhale. Exhale.

You prepare to face him, slowly turning your head and seeing his hand in your peripheral vision again, only to turn away. You lean an arm against the table where the inanimate body lies silently.

"I can't do this." You plead to nobody in particular, turning your head to the ceiling, focusing your eyes on the light, and fighting against the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Your breathing hitches, and you slowly reach out a hand towards the hand that lay dormant on the table. It was cold. The usual warm hand that traced circles on the back of your hand was cold. Your other hand reaches to your chest and scrunches the shirt you wore like the movement can stop your heart from hurting. A silent cry escapes your lips as you hold his hand in yours. He usually returns the favor by pulling your hand towards his lips and kissing the back of your hand with a smile, but it is absent now. Your eyes trail over his hand, up to his arms, before finally settling down on his face.

Eyes closed. Body eerily still. His disheveled, blood-soaked hair drooped over his eyelids. He was still the same Satoru you remembered. The strongest, the best, but now he lay here lifeless. You take note of the wounds that covered his body, and even though a white blanket was draped over his body, you could see the gap near his waist.

He's gone.

The fact hit you like a train. The thought alone made you lose control over your emotions. You wailed, letting out a deep-seated cry from within your soul as you threw yourself over to his chest, stone-cold and unmoving.

"Satoru," you whispered his name like a prayer, "Satoru, I can't do this." You tell him as you cup his face with both hands. "At least take me with you, damn it." You chuckle, but there is no life in it. He'd probably chide you if he heard you say that, but you were only met with silence.

"You said you'd come back to me," you scream, "you said you'd win!" You continued to cry as you clung to him for dear life. "Satoru, please..."

Your voice trailed off, and as the room was filled with your cries, you were only met with more silence. You knew Satoru would like you to continue living for his sake, too, but is a life without him worth living?

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk angst #my prompts #gojo my beloved i hope u rest well （；´д｀）ゞ #the title is just me being dramatic #also came from a joke where i told my friends that if this man goes ill go with him lmaoooo #﹒⭔﹒take me with you﹒✿

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dragonshoardofworks · 2 months

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Green With Envy 2024

Like I've ranted on Discord, I have so many WiPs I want to finish it's not even funny, but my ADHD brain demanded I joined this event at least with a lineart, so here it is with my Little Baby Terror [the Little Baby Man (by @tourettesdog) version of Dan]!

The inspiration for this came from these posts from @chickenlover-19 and the way Poké Balls are depicted in the manga (source: @bulbagarden /Bulbapedia).

Colorists, I made the Poké Ball purposefully blank, so y'all could be free to decorate it as you please.

Make it a Master Ball? A Dusk Ball? An original Fenton Ball? Unleash your Phantasy, I'm so eager to see what y'all come up with!

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#the dragon draws #danny phantom #greenwithenvy2024 #lineart #little baby man #little baby terror #dan phantom #poké ball #ghost animal noodle au #the TOE BEANS #void toe beans #they looked so good!#then I realized that Dan has black gloves #..........#welp!#I guess that the rest'll be up to the colorists #(^～^;)ゞ #*runs away*

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billzoned · 4 months

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dream praising female reader while fucking her? 👀

tysm for the request <3 and im SOSO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, i literally got this request SO long ago but i couldnt bring myself to write it. also sorry if the format's wonky, its my first time writing fully on pc...

ps. sorry it's so short, i couldnt think of much to write for it and idk why. no aftercare written, but im js imagining him running a bath for her afterwards and telling her how good she was for him:((

NOT BETA READ ! NSFW UNDER CUT

it was a longshot; he didn't know if you would be fully into it at first- but it just slipped out, and it went farther than he would have expected.

"god, you're such a good girl f'me. taking my cock so well." he muttered whilst biting your shoulder as an attempt to keep himself grounded as he fucks into you from behind, hearing your moans and mewls. he groans as he feels your cunt flutter around him, an obvious reaction to the way he started praising you all of the sudden.

he was almost surprised, but he took advantage of the new knowledge. "you like it when i call you a good girl, yeah? praising you like the good little slut you are?" he teases. "yes- yes! i do- i- do!! fuuck-!" you manage to make out the response shakily; you were practically fucked dumb in dream's arms.

as dream was consistently praising and degrading you, it felt like hours had gone by; you could barely even make a sound other than moans anymore. it wasn't until dream reached his free hand down to rub your clit that you were brought back to reality. the small bundle of nerves had a dull ache from how many times you've come, but it didn't stop him from making you release over and over. you moan at the unexpected friction coming from dream's fingers, as you feel the oh so familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening, begging for release.

"please- fuck- pleasepleaseplease-! c-can i cum, please i need'a cum.." you beg, your voice getting higher pitched as you get closer and closer to impending release. dream slows his fingers on your clit for a moment, almost contemplating if he should let you cum, or make you wait. but, he decided to be nice this time as he speeds up his fingers once again. "you wanna cum, yeah? then cum, now. cum on my cock like a good girl." all you saw was white as the coil in your stomach snapped abruptly, just mere moments after he finished his sentence. he finished as soon as he felt your walls tighten around him, filling you with his own cum.

ty for reading!! and again, i apologize for how long it took me to get this out. requests are officially, fully open!!

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nohoney · 10 months

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I have an idea, can we get siren (merman) Hawks and can it be smut/fluffy...please

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i’ve never been one to be able to write about any fantasy creatures whatsoever but this was actually kind of fun (๑˃ᴗ˂)

warnings: oral sex (receiving), fingering (receiving), some dirty talk (imagined by the reader), a little bittersweet at the end sorry

The air is warm, sunlight peeks through the breaks of the trees, and you walk further down the path to the lake that you’ve been visiting since the beginning of spring last year. A picnic basket is carried by your side, it’s contents slightly rattling as you walk the paved dirt path. The straps of your dress fall down your shoulder every once in a while and you think that once you stop to rest that you should tighten the bows a little bit so that you’re not always adjusting them.

You break into a little jog once you see the end of the path despite your flip flops not being meant for more than a leisurely walk.

A small pond with a little waterfall is your destination. There’s a wooden dock that you can tell has been standing strong and shows no sign of giving way anytime soon. Perhaps in another fifty years it will start to show some wear but right now, it’s sturdy.

You sit at the very end of the dock, making sure to take your flip flops off first and setting your basket aside next to you. The water level has risen; you know this because last year the water only reached your ankle when you dipped your feet in and this year, the water is up last your calves. There was a lot of rain and while you’re grateful for it, you also don’t want it to submerge the dock either.

Kicking your feet in the water, it creates ripples and disturbs the water lilies nearby.

A head of blond hair pops out from the surface of the water, yellow eyes trained on you swimming beneath the surface to approach. “There you are,” you greet to your friend, “I brought a picnic for us today.”

The head disappears beneath the surface, leaving you alone for a few seconds, the splash of water and wet hands grip onto your calves. When you look down, you see the handsome face of man but beneath the surface of the water, he’s mythical.

Last year, you discovered him.

You moved to town two years ago in the winter and hadn’t made any friends yet. Loneliness settled heavily on you as you struggled to connect with the folks of this town but it’s hard to break into the inner circles of a place where the population is only used to knowing each other. In trying to make conversation with the townsfolk, you heard a lot of talk of avoiding the lake in the middle of the forest. That apparently some parents tried to drown their child in the lake and it came back as a ghastly creature to haunt the water and the surrounding shores of it as well.

You took their little fairytale as a bunch of hooey and decided to walk to that lake.

When you walked the path, it was no different than any trail you had been to before. However coming closer to the break in the trees, you saw a dock and someone swimming in the water. There was some wariness from you when you saw it was a man. Only his head popped up from the water and he seemed very focused on something in the tree branches that reached over the water.

You peered quietly at first, following his line of vision to see a hawk just perched on a tree branch.

When you called out, it startled both the bird and the young man. The hawk took flight and the man in the water was frightened by your presence. He was quick to look back at you before going into the water. You ran to the dock, shouting that you were friendly and your eyes were searching for air bubbles to find him. Your immediate action was to jump in after him.

It was the day you discovered that mermaids… or rather a merman was real.

He had a beautiful tail of red scales that shimmered underneath the sunlight and he seemed to have a liking for the hawk that circled the lake.

So you named him Hawks.

Unusual name for a sea creature but he responded to it once he had gotten used to your presence.

“Here, I brought you an egg today. Hard boiled this time.” You offered to Hawks, already having peeled the shell off. Last time you tried to give him soft boiled but he hated it. He looks reluctantly at it and shakes his head, a gesture that you had taught him since you found he had very little communication. “Oh don’t worry, it’s not runny like last time.”

To prove it, you bite into the top half of the bed. The yolk is firm and a little dry as you chew, but it’s for your friend and not yourself.

Hawks is still reluctant.

“If you don’t want it, that’s okay. But it just means that you won’t get your favorite,” you sing the last word and watch how he perks up, “chicken.”

Hawks grunts and pats his hand at your knee, almost as if he were a child. His hand reaches towards you, eager at the mention of his favorite food. You place the half eaten egg in his palm before pushing his hand back to him. You giggle when he pouts at the egg and looks back up at you; you can tell he feels a little betrayed.

“Just try it, okay? You know how to show me if you don’t like something right?”

You taught him small ways to communicate, often with simple hand gestures. If he doesn’t like something, he’s supposed to cover his mouth with his hand. If he does, he taps his lips twice and then points to what he likes.

Again, like a child, he takes the egg and chews with puffed up cheeks. As you wait for his evaluation, you reach for the plastic container inside the picnic basket but you don’t quite bring it out just yet. He needs to properly tell you whether he likes something or not.

Hawks seems to mull it over before putting his hand over his mouth.

“Okay, I won’t bring you eggs anymore then.” You say with a little confirming nod. The container from the picnic basket is brought out and Hawks bounces in the water in excitement. The little, excited grunts he makes make you shake your head with a smile. You hand him a hearty piece of cooked chicken and it’s practically snatched from you.

Nothing that you haven’t been used to for a good while now.

You give him pieces of chicken with one hand and feed yourself with a sandwich the the other. The sun is warm on your skin, the water is cool, and Hawks is nuzzling your shins as you finish feeding yourself once all the chicken was gone.

Slowly you start to pack up everything inside your picnic basket. You wished that you didn’t have to go, truthfully you hated leaving him by himself, but you still had a life to attend to. Plus also needing to cook his favorite foods as well. “Okay Hawks, I’ll try to see if I can stop by in a few days?”

You start to lift your legs out the water but Hawks hugs your legs to keep you in place.

When he does that, you know it’s because he’s feeling a little lonely.

“I’m sorry Hawks, I know you’re sad that I have to go. I’ll try to come the soonest I can, okay?” You apologize to him, reaching down cup his cheek. He leans into your palm, affectionately humming but whines sadly when you retreat your hand back. He taps his lips twice and points to you. “I like you too Hawks.”

Slowly, he parts your legs and pushes the skirt of your dress up. Again he taps his lips twice and points to in between your legs, this time sticking his tongue out.

“Oh… I don’t know about today.”

Aside from keeping his actual presence a secret, this of course stays strictly between the two of you. Not that Hawks had the capability of saying anything or anyone knew of his presence. Sometimes you laid in bed at night thinking about him, reminiscing how curious he is about your body and how you let him explore his curiosity.

Hawks repeats his action, his brows furrowing and insisting with a pout that is working its magic on you.

He ends up getting what he wants when he presses a kiss to your knee, looking at you through his eyelashes and humming.

“… Okay.”

You discard your dress and fold it neatly before setting it aside. Hawks has a smile on his face that you pretend to not see as you slip your underwear off your body. Your calves are used to the temperature of the water but you still let out a little squeal as you join him in the water.

Hawks swims up to you and shows how happy he is by giving you a hug, affectionately nuzzling your cheek. Even though you hadn’t necessarily planned to have this type of visit with him, a part of you is flattered that he has these kinds of feelings for you and wants to act on them.

He pulls back, only to give you a quick kiss on the lips, smiling at you before sinking beneath the water’s surface. His lips kiss at your tummy before sinking lower, his hands carefully holding your hips and pats your butt as a signal.

I’m going to start now.

You gasp when he shyly licks at you as just a little tease, focusing on the view ahead of you and at a water lily floating on the water. “Oh…” you whisper quietly as closes his mouth over your cunt, licking away at you with the same eagerness he was displaying before. “H-Hawks… oh fuck.”

If only there was some way for you to be able to breathe underwater with him. To see his face and what kind of expressions as he eats you out. He’s beautiful so you know that if you were to see him look up at you as he ate you out, he’d set the butterflies in your tummy fluttering.

When you first let him explore his curiosity, he was just as shy as you were. You could tell by his touches and he could tell by the way you’d jerk whenever you were unprepared to receive his touch. But at this point of your bond, the two of you were definitely used to each other.

Not to say that he didn’t make you flustered sometimes.

Hawks seemed to be able to express himself just fine without words and without difficulty. Something in his nature or perhaps you happened to sync well with him, the two of you were able to understand one another clearly. How was it the best communication you had in a relationship, it was with someone that couldn’t speak any discernible words at all?

“Oh god!” You gasp again before you let out a small moan. Hawks licks you enthusiastically, carefully pushing a finger into your pussy, something that he learned after observing you in the early stages of the two of you showing interest in one another. You remembered how you shyly opened your legs while sitting at the dock one day and confessing to him that you dreamt of him. You remember his curious eyes watching your fingers dip into your dripping cunt and just how fascinated he became.

Your head falls back and you dip one hand beneath the water to grasp at Hawks’ hair. You bite your bottom lip to try to keep your noises in even though you were more than sure that no one else except him would hear you.

Sometimes you wonder what he’d sound like if he was able to speak. You imagine his voice would be smooth, pleasing to your ears and that he could make you laugh. In your selfish little mind, he says all the right things that make your heart race.

You’re a good girl, my wonderful girl…

The tip of his tongue prods against your clit and you let out an audible moan into the air.

The way you sound is so sexy, I fucking love it!

Your hips rock into his mouth, almost like you’re riding his face. His hands are secure on holding your waist to help keep you afloat. Sparks of pleasure go up and down your body, your thighs slightly shaky as your orgasm starts build higher.

Sweet, precious thing… I adore you.

Your hand clenches into a fist and grabs a fistful of Hawks’ hair while your mouth drops into a silent ‘oh’. Your eyes flutter as you experience your high, still caught off guard over how well Hawks has learned how to make you cum. He was intelligent enough to discern that you were experiencing pleasure, smart enough to see if you were sad over something, and he always seemed to be looking into you just as you were looking into him.

He always looked like he was in wonder whenever he stared at you too long.

Hawks comes up from the water and you loop your arms around him in a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek and just hanging onto him like a sloth. You were wanting to catch your breath. He doesn’t seem to be done with you just yet, sliding his hand between your bodies and pushes two fingers into your pussy. “Oh… you’re not done?” You ask but have difficulty keeping conversation when you’re still sensitive from an orgasm and he keeps curling his fingers into you.

Your body shudders as you let him finger you, a part of you wondering if he liked the feel of his fingers inside your warm cunt. More than a few times he’d point to in between your legs and hold up his middle and index finger up as a signal and pointing at himself. Eventually you had learned that it was his way of saying that he wanted to finger you.

“H-Hawks… are you done? I have to go back soon.” You whimper as he continues to tease his fingers against that spongy spot that makes you see heaven. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers and a big part of you wishes that he had a cock so that you could know what it was like to fuck him.

You could see him being a little whiny as he cums in you, lying back to let you take control as you ride him. You’d milk him dry and make a creamy mess on his dick, wanting to make him just as over sensitive in the same way he does it to you.

You wished that you could fuck Hawks.

Cumming a second time by his fingers, you pat at his shoulder and he retreats from you. This time, he returns your hug and holds you close. Your legs cross around his waist and you stay for a small moment just holding one another.

A kiss is pressed to your forehead.

I miss you already.

In return, you do the same to him.

I always miss you.

You wished that he could come with you.

You try hard to not look at him as you begin to get ready to leave because of the sad look in his eye. There are days that he seems to be okay as you head home, but others he makes it very known when he’s sad. And you know that the more time you spend together, each goodbye will get harder and more forlorn.

“Okay Hawks, I’m going to go now. I’ll try to visit soon.”

He nods his head, watching from the water as you take your picnic basket and the straps of your dress fall off your shoulder. You walk ahead and make sure to keep looking forward, eventually hearing when he dives under the water and you can let out the sad sigh you were holding in.

“I’ll visit you again soon.”

#i hope you liked 👁️ nonny!#my inspiration was somewhat drawn from the film ‘the shape of water’#i wanted to keep it a little simple for this lil piece and i’m quite happy with it!#sorry for the lil bit of sad at the end i couldn’t come up with a fluffy ending (￣▽￣*)ゞ #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks smut #k.inbox

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