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#3. if i see you do that in my presence im smacking you
noraszoo · 6 months
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Silly little thing I thought of
Like like imagine dazai and the reader have been friends for years like the reader knew him since his 15 goofer era... and they got used to eachother sm they usually sleep in eachothers beds n stuff :3
LIKE SOMETHING IS GOING ON BUT THEY STILL HAVE THE FRIENDSHIP LABEL.. 🐺🤞
this concept stuck itself in my head like a tapeworm and it has not escaped me for days IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED i wrote SO MUCH for this omfg i had so much fun writing this thank u for this wonderful idea pairing: dazai x gn reader word count: 2.5k content: fluff, vignette-style writing, friends-to-lovers unspoken label type of thing, soft dazai, domestic fluff without the marriage bit, banter, idiots in love im taking requests!
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Dazai’s toes are still as frigid at night as they were seven years ago. You, of all people, would be the best person to measure this—not in a weird way, but you two have shared a bed at least once a week since your teenage years. You know all of Dazai’s annoying sleeping habits, including his ones of sleeping without socks and digging his feet into your shins for warmth. 
Annoying fucker. You sigh, batting his arm away from its loose hold around your waist. “Get your toes off of me,” you croak out, half-conscious and mind still addled with the remains of your once-deep sleep.
“What toes,” Dazai mutters back, smacking your intervening hand away and returning his arm to its rightful place around you. “I don’t have toes. I got rid of them after puberty, ‘member?” 
“I’m gonna kill you.” You won’t, not really, and the threats have lost their edge after all these years, but it’s fun to throw at him when he annoys you like this. “I know all your weaknesses, Osamu. One wrong move and you’ll be missing more than just your toes.” 
“I’m cold, dear. Would you really let me freeze like this? So mean.” 
You try not to choke up at the nickname. He’s been a fan of those recently, at least in the last year. You think it has something to do with your new places at the Agency. New workplace, new life, and new nicknames, apparently. If you overthink it you might puke on him and fall back asleep. 
“Not cruel. We have money now, you know. Go buy yourself socks. Wool, or something. Stupid ass cold ass toes.”
He goes quiet. Even in all these years of knowing him, half-living with him, you can’t tell if it’s a normal lull in the conversation or a calculated pause. It doesn’t unnerve you as much as it used to, but there’s still a cold chill at the nape of your neck that springs up at times like these. 
“Why would I do that when I have you?” 
Dazai has also been a fan of this recently—strange uncharacteristic moments of tenderness. He peels himself back for you and bares himself raw. The implications make you nauseous. Swathed in the darkness of the night, he can’t see your fingers twitch from where they lay next to your head, away from his sight; or the conflicted expression that crosses your face. 
Easing your breath out into a steady, deep rhythm, you pretend to be asleep. It’s not like he can’t tell, but the message is there. Let’s not talk about this until the morning. Let’s just sleep for the night. Let’s keep what we have and not change it for the worse. 
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At age eighteen, shaken with the death of his friend and haunted by blood stains on his fingers, Dazai defects from the mafia. 
He doesn’t take you with him—at least, he doesn’t mean to. He expects to leave quietly, or as quietly as blowing up Chuuya’s car can be. He doesn’t expect you to drag yourself along kicking and screaming. 
Dazai doesn’t remember much about specifics, but he knows that one day he was alone in his underground apartment and the next day you were there. The kitchen smelled like melted marshmallows and rice krispies and his dingy counter was covered in sprinkles. 
“Hi, Dazai,” you’d greeted conversationally. “I’m making your favorite.” 
He doesn’t even like rice krispie treats. Hates them, actually. 
In truth, your presence is less the result of you “kicking and screaming” and more like an after-effect of your own quiet stubbornness. Your kicking-and-screaming was done in the passive aggressive way that you cleaned his dishes and made his bed and left big trays of rice krispie treats in his fridge for the next week. 
Neither of you talked about Chuuya. It was better for you that way. 
On the first night, Dazai remembers you holding him from behind, forehead pressed into the stretch of skin between his neck and shoulder. He’s sensitive there despite being wrapped in his stupid scratchy bandaids. His memories for the rest of the night are overrun by a feeling of want, an itch to feel your fingers on his bare skin, a craving for your hand on his stomach to slide beneath the hem of his shirt and press into the tender skin of his abdomen and keep him warm.  
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“Leave me alone,” you grumble from behind the sleeve of your jacket. “I’m napping.” 
“It’s not napping if you’re still awake.” 
“I wouldn’t be awake if it wasn’t for your annoying ass.” Rotating your body to face the ceiling from your place on the Agency’s couch, you sigh when your view is blocked by Dazai’s ugly stupid face. He’s smiling in that conniving way that he does when he’s about to do something super annoying. Another sigh escapes you when he leans down close enough for the overgrown ends of his hair to brush against your nose. The puff of air from your verbal discontent makes the strands sway slightly. You try not to think about how mesmerizing he looks when he’s this close, with the light from the window casting a golden sheen on the crown of his head. 
Since when did you get this sappy? Must be Dazai rubbing off on you, obviously. 
“So tired already! It’s barely noon.” 
“You came into work an hour ago. I’ve been here since eight. Try being responsible for a change, might exhaust you just as much.” 
“Hmm.” He tilts his head, big stupid shiny brown eyes blinking down at you like he’s observing a specimen. “I think I’m more than responsible enough.” 
“Sure,” you relent, turning back around to shove your face into the corner of the couch and block out the incoming light. It’s the truth—you’re exhausted. A persistent weariness permeates your bones from how much you’ve been working these last few weeks. It’s not like it’s anyone’s fault in particular, not even Dazai’s despite how much he slacks on paperwork. But looming threats from enemy organizations hang over everyone’s heads and there’s no shortage of uncertainty in the Agency. It’s been mission after mission for you, and you’re taking every break you can get. 
Rustling sounds from above you, but you pay it no mind, busying yourself with nestling all of your body into the crevices of the couch and hopefully turning into a piece of furniture yourself. It might be a more peaceful life, really. The calm is short-lived when you feel fingers tap along your cheek—not in a rousing gesture, but something along the lines of placating. 
Dazai squeezes a hand beneath your head and cups the side of your face pressed against the couch, tilting it closer to him before you feel a warm press of lips against your cheek. He lingers. He always does. You can feel the gentle inhales and exhales breeze against your face before he breaks his kiss away. Your cheek is warm for more reasons than one. 
“Take care of yourself,” and oh, god, you’ll never get used to this, never get used to how tender and soft he’s become with you, never get used to how this Agency has fostered something like kindness in both of you. Your stomach stirs with something unnamed and if you were braver, you’d blink your eyes open and reach up and grab the sides of his face and pull him down to you. 
But you’re not brave, and there’s people still behind you in the office, and you wonder what led Dazai to be soft enough to kiss your face like that in front of everyone. You’re sure they’re watching you both. The Agency is full of gossips, whether they admit it or not. 
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“Dazai,” Ango Sakaguchi grits out from behind the crackling reception of a burner phone. “They were not a part of the plan.” 
“You think I don’t know that, Ango?” Dazai replies, tone more playful than aggressive. “I know they’re not a part of the plan. They knew they weren’t part of the plan, too. But it’s too late to do anything about it. It’s just a minor change.” 
“A minor change?” Ango’s voice is strained with stress, no doubt pulling out strands of his hair as they speak. “I have to deal with not one, but now two members of the mafia defecting. Do you know how much work this was to begin with?” 
The thing is—of course Dazai knows. He knows everything. The minute he found you in his kitchen, his stomach dropped with the uncertainty of the future. Going underground with another person was nothing short of a burden, at least on paper. But, he couldn't find it in himself to think of you like that. Like a burden. 
“We’ll figure it out, Ango. If you don’t, then we will.” 
A gritty sigh sounds from the other side of the phone call. “I’m putting a lot of faith in you, Dazai. Don’t screw this up.” 
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“Made you lunch. Since, obviously, you’re not gonna do that for yourself any time soon.” 
A closed plastic container is thrown on the counter in front of Dazai. He looks at it, then up at you, eyebrow raised as if he doesn’t have a clue what this could be about. He’s not that stupid, though. You of all people would know that. 
“How nice of you! Too bad I’m not hungry.” His lip juts out in a poor imitation of a pout, and he looks ugly with it. So ugly. Ugly enough to make you feel the need to kiss him all over and then slap him. An incredulous huff escapes you. 
“I don’t care if you’re hungry. Eat. It has crab in it, see, your favorite.” 
“I thought my favorite was rice krispies?” 
You freeze. It hadn’t occurred to you that he might remember that, after all this time. You don’t dwell, because that’s the worst thing to do with Osamu Dazai—dwell. 
“Don’t act stupid. Just eat it. Even if it’s not the whole thing, at least some of it. It would do you some good.” Getting serious with Dazai is one of the most awkward, unbearable things you could ever do. He has a way of making you feel stupid for worrying about him, with all his roundabout jokes and skills of evasion built up over years. You’ve found that being straightforward is the best way to avoid all those blank moments of silence. 
His fingers curl around the plastic lid and pop it open. The container is still warm, having cooked all its contents just half an hour before showing up at Dazai’s apartment with conviction in your eyes. “Sure,” he says. “I’ll have some.” 
You bring out a duplicate container with a serving for you, and treat yourself to a juice box from his fridge. You try not to launch into a lecture at the sight of his barren pantry—that’s best done by Kunikida. The both of you eat in silence, sitting across from each other at Dazai’s dusty kitchen island. 
He only gets through a few bites before pushing the container away and complaining about how full he is. You know it’s not the truth, but it’s the mixed-up signals that his body sends him. It’s not that he’s full, but his persistent lack of appetite has caused a lot of troubles for him in the past and you don’t doubt that it’ll keep causing troubles in the future, too. 
“Let’s get you to bed, then,” you tell him, dragging him up from his chair despite his whining protests. “I won’t make you shower, but you should probably do that tomorrow, ‘cause your hair’s about to get all greasy and disgusting.”
“So crude.” 
“I do my best.” 
You let him change on his own, but not before picking out a nice soft set of matching pajamas from deep inside his closet. You grumble a little in annoyance. The set was a birthday gift you got for him a year ago and that asshole pushed it to the back of his wardrobe and never touched it again. What a brat. You throw a pair of fuzzy socks at him to boot. 
Once he’s changed into proper sleep clothes, you can tell that the exhaustion is starting to hit him. He sways a little on his feet and his blinks last for a little too long, as if he’s chasing sleep every time his eyes shut. With another begrudging sigh, you set him down on the floor of the bathroom and dollop his toothbrush with fruity kid’s toothpaste—because of course that’s the only toothpaste he owns—and brush his teeth for him. 
Dazai dozes off in the middle of it, and you can’t bring yourself to wake him up in the most annoying way possible. You try really, really hard to not think about how soft you’ve gotten. You’re an ex-mafia member, past coated with dark stains and entrails and death, all of those dark things. Your blood is just as black as Dazai’s, if not more. And yet, being a part of this stupid Detective Agency with this stupid man has melted you down into something parallel to good.
Don’t dwell. It’ll do you no good. 
You use a gentle grip with the toothbrush, ensuring that his delicate gums don’t tear with the force of the bristles. A warm feeling stirs in your chest. It feels like you’ve proven something, like you’ve proven to the world that your coal-stained hands can be gentle, too. You can kill and you can nurture. You tap Dazai awake with a little more care, now. 
“Rinse your mouth,” you tell him in a whisper. “Then you can sleep.” And after a pause, you add, “I promise,” because now you’re in the business of making promises to people. 
Dazai rinses his mouth, and you wipe off the remaining droplets of water from his face with a paper towel that you leave on the counter for your future self to throw out. You lace your fingers with his as you walk to his bed. Not that he needs any guiding. Of course he doesn’t. It’s just a little extra insurance, you think. 
“Stay with me,” he mumbles out the minute you lay him down on the bed. It’s a sentence, and not a question, because he’d rather die than ask you something so vulnerable. He’s doing it again—peeling himself back and baring himself raw for you. Your head swims and your vision blurs with either a migraine or with tears, you can’t tell. But your lips quirk up into a stupid smile and he sees it despite his half-lidded eyes, and he smiles back like the stupid dope that he is. 
“Yeah, of course. I’m right here, Osamu. Go to sleep.” 
And he does. Of course, not before he feels you cup the opposite side of his face and plant a warm, lingering kiss on the swell of his cheek just as he did for you weeks before. The faint laugh that he lets out before he falls asleep is enough to tell you that he’ll be making fun of you for it in the morning. For now, though, he’s soft and pliant and warm between your hands, and you sleep.
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miam0re · 9 months
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Overheard Fantasies | Honkai Star Rail
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Warning: Fantasies(mentions) of- Group Sex/Gang Bang, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Anal stuff, spanking, biting, deep throating, cum swallowing, more stuff i probably missed
Summary: And there you were with your best friends, talking about your fantasies of fucking the men you've met...who happen to be hearing your conversation from the other room
Pairings: Welt Yang, Jing Yuan, Gepard X Fem!Reader (together)
Mia's Notes: Yooo This was inspired by THIS ASK asked by @cxxmine lots of love for the ask!! I wanted to include whichever men i could but Im not too good with writing group stuff so I thought I'd write for 3! If you all like it then maybe I can write more owo but yep this is it for now, I hope you enjoy it mwah mwah Ps bold text is you talking and the normal text is their reaction
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“Oh, Mr.Yang? He’s such a dilf, ya know? Like I would totally spread my legs wide open for him-oh or maybe just sit on his face- and I just know that he’s got the most skilled tongue ever. Would I call him ‘daddy’? Absolutely yes. Would I start whoring out if he called me his dearest little one? You bet I would be an obedient girl for him while all the other guys watch me be good for him."
Your sweet Mr.Welt Yang coughs into his fist, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, imagining it accidentally bump against your clit while he eats you. Really, he wasn’t that much older than them in looks…but apparently, in your eyes, you considered him a ‘Daddy’. Maybe he would almost immediately get addicted to the taste of your leaking juices, lapping them up greedily the way he’s imagined so many times. Yes, he’d desire for you to be a good girl for him, he doesn’t have the time to tame you and discipline you. But maybe a few harsh bites to your thighs, leaving marks of his presence ought to do the trick. 
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“I’d let him play with my ass while I’m being eaten out by Welt. I just get this feeling that he has the biggest thing for asses like have you guys noticed how his eyes keep wandering down when I walk in front of him? And if you’re asking if I’d let him stuff my hole…perhaps. I bet he has a collection of toys. Yeah…I wanna use them. I would also shamelessly ride his fingers if he asked me to.”
He’s smiling to himself, a slight glimmer in his golden eyes with faint pink dusting his cheeks. You are quite the observant lass aren’t you? Seeing the way his eyes have been stealing glances at your plush ass. And since you’re so willing to permit him to have his way with you, maybe he would stuff you with one of the many plugs in his possession. All different shapes and sizes that will stimulate you till you’re convulsing and rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. If you’re good for him, maybe he’ll smack your butt to sear his touch into your skin for you to never forget. And if nothing else, he’s got his long slender fingers that he can thrust into your puckered up hole till you’re loose and prepared for his cock. 
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“Awww I’d love to see his face all flustered and red as he tries to keep his composed self. Definitely going to give him head in this situation. Kiss his pretty red tip and run my hands up and down his thick cock- you know he’s gotta be sporting a monster behind those pants with a body and adorable personality like that. Roll my tongue all over the length till he’s shaking and cumming on me.”
Oh my…oh dear…Gerard has gone as red as a tomato, covering his burning ears to cool them and try to not let any more of your vulgar thoughts corrupt his mind. But he’s already too far gone, imagining having your hair in a fist while pushing you down on his generous length, watching how you so professionally swallow it all up, hollowing your cheeks to vacuum around his hot dick. Oh god, he’s imagining the way you’ll drool all over him and then lick him base to tip to clean the saliva and precum. If you’ll go on looking at him with those dazed eyes, he might just shoot a heavy load down your throat, clutching the back of your neck to keep you in place as he bucks into you. 
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The three men accidentally make eye contact with each other, breaking the uncomfortable gaze and bouncing on their heels, hands in their pockets to adjust their growing boners. 
Will any of them make the first move to talk to you? I guess it’s up to March to decide how this plays out!!
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midnightwriter21 · 10 months
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Sanemi, Shinobu and Obanai x Giyuu little sister reader. Reader 20 and 1 year younger than Giyuu and is the Polar opposite of Jim like she very playful and curious but also very loving to him and he spoils her. She a civilian who owns a tea shop. May I have headcanons with her and those three and Giyuu reaction to each please?
demon slayer hcs: sanemi & shinobu x giyuu's little sister!reader
characters: sanemi, shinobu, giyuu
warnings: mentions of birth control in shinobu's (idek if that needs a warning lol)
AN: pumped this out at 3am lol, ill be doing obanai in another part!
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SANEMI
your relationship was such a slow burn lol
when he finds out ur giyuu's sister its an immediate disliking on Sanemi's part
but are we rly surprised?
dude HATES giyuu
you spend a lot of time with the hashira
and you've become good friends with them so you're always around when the hashira are all together
they all adore u
you're sweet, funny, outgoing, confident
basically everything that giyuu isn't lollll
you brought snacks from ur teashop to one of the lil hashira hangouts
and you couldn't help but notice sanemi absolutely stuffing his face full of the ohagi that you brought
but who can blame him?
he might not like you but he never said you were a bad cook
and ohagi is his favorite
a couple days after the lil hangout
sanemi gets back to his estate after a mission and finds a cute lil basket adorned with a bow sitting on his doorstep
he picks it up and looks inside and its full of ohagi
after he goes inside and devours the whole basket
he finds a note at the bottom saying "enjoy <3" signed with your name
thats it right there.
the way to this mans heart is thru his stomach fr
now
when yall are dating dating
you keep it quiet
none of the other hashira know
and giyuu CERTAINLY doesn't know
until one day you're working at your tea shop and sanemi walks in to pick up the lunch that you made him
now me personally... id turn into a professional cook for this man
5 COURSE MEAL FOR EVERY MEAL
anyways
its not a busy day at the shop so he walks into the kitchen to find you cooking
and this man is HANDSY
so ofc he grabs you by your waist and pulls u into him
and starts feeling you up good lord please i want this so bad
you hear the faint 'ding!' of the bell above the front door
but pay it no mind assuming its a customer
and then the kitchen door opens
and everyone freezes
cause standing in the doorway is your older brother
thats the most expressive face sanemi has ever seen on giyuu
dudes eyes are wide as saucers
mouth wide open
shook af
like "dawg don't you hate me and everyone that associates with me?"
like "you have basically cursed my entire bloodline"
"you told me to off myself because im me"
and sanemi is just "i hate you not you're sister"
and goes back to feeling u up totally ignoring giyuu's presence
giyuu basically just moonwalks back out the door
and pretends he never saw any of that
lol i love them XD
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SHINOBU
now shinobu liked you from the second she met you
she went to giyuu's estate to get him for a mission
and walks in to find you teasing and mocking tf outta ur older brother lmao
ofc she joins in
throwing in some teasing remarks of her own
poor giyuu lol
she is a frequent visitor to your tea shop
cause instead of making medicinal teas herself, now she can just get you to do it
plus she gets to see her favorite girlllll
now
the way giyuu finds out is too funny
you are in the infirmary at the butterfly mansion
dw ur not injured or sick or anything!!
now...
you're sitting on the bed waiting for shinobu
when giyuu walks in
and he's like "wtf are u doing here"
you're explain your business to ur brother when shinobu walks in looking down at a needle saying
"alright i have your birth control shot! not like you need it... i can't get u pregnant"
she looks up when she hears a 'smack'
and there you are with ur hand slapped to your forehead and a bright red face
giyuu just looks between you and shinobu with a blank face
before he passes clean out
dude hits the floor hard lmao
when he wakes up you give him an explanation
and then u and shinobu tease him for passing out
lol dude can't catch a break
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crushedsweets · 7 months
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i am so so sorry for the sheer amount of headcanons i'm making you crank out, HOWEVER... i am so curious as to if you have any headcanons for nina and natalie as a duo. i love the way you perceive them and write them it genuinely makes me so happy
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i had to doodle them . ok. lets go..
nat was one of the first people nina met from jeff, since she and jeff lived in the barn together.
nina thought nat was a lesbian when they first met . that is literally the only reason why she wasnt mad jeff was living with a woman.
although nina was like, one of the ONLY people to notice toby/nat tension and was sooo heartbroken when she realized they were never getting together..... but then was relieved they didnt get together when she got over jeff because 'well i can't be the only single one!'
again, natalie grew up with 0 girl friends, only hung out with her brother and boys. even after meeting the creeps, theyre still mostly guys. so she's just kinda really awkward and weird around girls. not in a like, 'oh girls r so annoying' way but like... she just doesnt know how to fit in. she just feels so different in the worst possible way and always has.
and nina is very girly, outgoing, touchy, friendly, cute, etc. so it was very like UMMM?!? idk. natalie kept snapping at her, assuming she was fake and weird and just trying to get something from nat, but nina was so persistent and just. friendly. it started making natalie feel warm.
nina's presence started to heal natalies inner little girl. she had it stolen from her time and time again, from her dad, her brother, her peers - the operator, too.
so the two are eventually actual friends. they'll text and play mobile phone games together. sometimes they'll just sit on call and nina will be talking her head off while nat does her own thing at home. one time nat was at tobys cabin and nina was talking about toby on speaker and toby walked in and was like 'hey nina' .... nina almost threw up she was so embarrassed.
nina loves visiting nats bar because everyone is always talking to nina and giving her attention and buying her drinks, and at first nat was irritated but it kinda got nat some better tips since the customers started realizing ninas her friend. so nat was pleased. LOL
nat was never the type to go shopping, but she'll follow nina around and sit while nina tries on clothes and carry around all her bags that she buys LOL... ninas made jokes about nat being boyfriend material and nat just flatout says smth about how nina should get over jeff cuz he would never.
nat is friends with jeff but she's oddly comfortable just telling nina that he's a piece of shit. and ninas always like NOOO U DONT GET IT U DONT SEE WHAT I DO and nats always just .. not... impressed..
nina's always inviting nat out to try new foods. nat grew up just eating bread and noodles with butter half the time so it's fun. nina always tries to pay bc 'well i invited you!!!'. sometimes toby tags along but he feels a way abt going in public places..
nina rarely visits jack cuz she has no reason to, but nat is friends with him so sometimes nina pops in and she's always like ^_^ HELLO TALL MYSTERIOUS SLIGHTLY MONSTEROUS MAN... <3... nat smacks the back of her head cuz she's being dumb and drooling over a bunch of rando freaks. ... . ok i love nina and she owes jeff nothing but she is def not loyal LOLLLL AND SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO FAWN OVER EVERYONE she's a fangirl at heart.
they watch a ton of shows together. nina got nat into horror kdrama stuff, but they have to watch in dub cuz nat cant read the subtitles fast enough . . . at first nina cringed but now she doesnt care.
nat's painted/drawn nina several times, and nina almost cries everytime. she's put the drawings up on her wall before but anytime nat's at her apartment, she takes it down bc 'i dont want my art on ur wall stop it' LOL... kinda rude but whatevs.
ugh theyre just so fucking cute guys im sorry i love them . holds them. brushes their hair.
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stuck1nthelimbo · 5 months
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3 》(Outdoor sex) - Petplay - Degradation ― A Man of His Words [Fushiguro Toji x f!reader]   ⚠️ tw: mildly dubious consent ⚠️
TAGS!!! 2.4k, spanking, manhandling, mildly dubious consent, oral (m. receiving), facefucking/slapping, fingering, dragged by hair, physically/verbal degradation, backyard sex, momentary masturbation, teasing, spitting (in mouth), unprotected sex, creampie
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lol i couldn't help but think about the aftermath of 2nd prompt and furious toji, hehehe, i twirl my hair thinking about pissed toji who has a raging boner this man is a perfect specimen for rough fics; my ovulation shows no mercy //im all over the place, don't mind me, ill be barking and growling :))
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“If you’re not in my living room by 12 tomorrow, I’ll make sure the rest of the neighborhood hears you sob.” I hold up my fist in front of him, poking the smallest finger out with as much innocence as I can muster, “Promise, Mr. Fushiguro?”
The exhilarating shock races through me as I watch the hour and minute hands of the clock strike the number 12. Oh, he must be furious, fuming, knowing damn well I’m a no-show. Lounging in the living room, the empty house feels massive. I strut in my pajama shorts and a plain shirt when the deadened thud echoes in the hallway. I sneak to the front door.
“Who is it?” I conceal the laughter.
“Open the door,” Toji’s chilling presence bleeds through the cracks, the peephole and ticklish excitement swirls in my stomach. I playfully repeat the question. This time, a sharp bang replaces the dull thud, “open the door, brat,” even his muffled voice makes me roll my eyes in amusement.
“Oh, I don’t open the door for strange men,” before I appreciate my snarky humor, the sudden crackling of the door sends chills through my core. The handle turns down and the front door swings with a creak, revealing the male standing tall behind it.
“Do other strange men have your keys too?” the monotonous voice rings in my ears as he dangles the ring of keys for me to notice. I step back, the fear melts away the excitement. Did he copy them?
The large palm seizes the back of my neck which snaps me out of my thoughts. The grip is rock solid while he drags me to the living room and unable to see what’s under my feet, I stumble and fall. The grasp on my nape doesn’t falter, instead, I’m face-flat on the wooden floor, and it pins me on the spot. I lay there, motionless, face down, ass up in the air.
There’s no time for me to whine, or complain, his free hand swats my ass and I bite my lip, the pain radiates in my legs. The sting hasn’t subsided when another smack lands on my buttocks.
“You ain’t yappin’ like yesterday,” he mocks me from above, as he continues spanking my ass with his bare hand. Somewhat pleasurable pain becomes unbearable soon enough and with low, quiet sobs, I attempt to lurch forward, but my body doesn’t budge. It feels like I’m bound to the place with shackles. The clasp on my neck becomes tighter and firmer, “I warned ya.”
After a while, my ass cheeks burn, heat up from the repeated impact and suddenly he ceases movement. Instead, Toji yanks the shorts off me, down to my knees, and without a peep, digs index and middle fingers inside my dripping cunt. I gasp and to our surprise, a squelching resounds in the room.
“Damn, you’re soakin’,” his fingers stick further, down to his knuckles, lazily twisting inside; Those digits are thick but not enough; I wiggle ass, backing myself up on his hand until his fingers abruptly empty my cunt and an open palm swats my asscheek with wicked strength, “stop actin’ like a bitch in a heat,” he hisses in my ear.
“Tojiii~” I whine, squirming to get out of his secure grip, to which his hand creeps from my nape to my hair, and with a scathing clutch, he props me up on my knees; then, he positions himself in front of me, and hurriedly unties the ribbons of sweatpants with one hand, the other still twined thought my hair at the crown of my head. My mouth salivates in anticipation.
“Look at yourself, drooling from both ends,” he chortles, baring his teeth, canines glint with malice, “how pathetic~” he loosens the ribbons, jerking the waistband down and exposing himself. The thirst doubles as my eyes study his manhood: the girth, length, the veins spread from the base to the ruddy bulbous tip. I even catch a glimpse of a neatly trimmed happy trail.
I wait, hands placed on my thighs, doe-eyes staring up at him with patience as his hand pumps his cock centimeters away from my face; Clear, viscous fluid coats his index finger and thumb, and his eyes bounce from himself to me.
“Tongue out, doll,” I hang my tongue out as far as I can and his fingers smear the pre-cum on it, “keep it open,” he cleans his hand on me, before wrapping it around his length and pressing the leaking tip back on my tongue. The bitterness spreads inside my mouth while he jerks himself off between my lips, only the head of his cock brushing against my tongue; His quiet pants turn into grunts and occasional ‘that’s it’ and ‘fuck yes’.
Soon after, I’m struggling and gasping for air as both of his hands have my hair twirled in a ponytail and he mercilessly fucks my face. The hefty girth jabs against the back of my throat, on the verge of unhinging my jaw; The copious amount of spit drips off my lips, onto my chest and lap; My fingers scrape the skin on my thighs when his hips jitter and I gag and heave at the taste of viscid cum pouring down my throat. My eyes water, meanwhile he basks in the shuddering orgasm with half-lidded eyes and agape lips.
“That’s it, baby,” the husky voice rumbles deep in his throat; He pries my mouth off his softening cock, “If you let even one droplet go to waste, I’ll–” Toji threatens, but it’s too late: creamy droplets, mixed with the excess saliva and salty tears fall off my chin and splatter on the floor. I swallow the rest, but the apology for wasting his seed lodges in my throat as his open hand lands a hard smack across my face. The hand clutching my hair eases and relocates under my jaw, bringing my face up to slap the same cheek again. And then again. I squeeze my eyes shut, stifling sobs until I hear him when he lets my face go.
“How are you gonna make up for bein’ so ditzy?” his voice has tones of irony alongside reassurance. However, his hands abandon me; Toji fixes his sweatpants, strolls to the sofa, and slumps in the middle, one arm thrown behind the back of it. I’m on all fours, a complete mess, staring up at him with lust and willingness to act on any of his whims. His hand, resting on his thigh, points at the coffee table in front of him, “Sit.”
I crawl on top and sit with my legs pressed together, palms clutching my knees. One of his eyebrows raises in obvious bewilderment. His lip twitches.
“Touch yourself,” he demands, his green eyes piercing through almost visible tension. I comply, but with a great deal of embarrassment: shifting back on the coffee table, the legs spread, heels of my feet stick to the glass edges when I lean back, supporting upper body weight with one hand, while the other hesitantly slides over my pussy, middle finger lazily circling the aching clit, “shameless slut,” his voice echoes and I can't help, but let out a pitiful whimper, quietly begging him to come and destroy what's left of my sanity.
While I’m trying to relieve myself of the unbearable itch, Toji sits motionless, his eyes glued to my twitchy cunt; I notice each time a low moan slips through my lips, his fabric-straining erection jerks under the cotton sweatpants.
“What’s on your mind, sweetie?” he coos and the only response I can muster is to purse my lips, and mewl louder, “I don’t understand, doll, try to think and use your words,” he leans forward, stretches out his hand and his thumb rolls my swollen clit. My thoughts dissipate and my brain becomes foggier, but I still catch a glimpse when he reaches into his pants with the other hand, stroking himself.
“Fuck,” I spit when his thumb slips on the bud of nerves and digs inside me. He’s so proud of himself as he scoffs followed by a shit-eating grin, until I level my eyes with his, “I want you to fuck me like a man,” I must’ve struck some nerve.
His stance changes instantly, the hand he used to pump his length snaps on my head, coils my hair around it, and yanks me off the coffee table. I stumble on my feet, the roots of my hair sting. His exasperated eyes prowl the surroundings and after a second, drags me alongside himself. I’m uncertain which direction he took me until I hear the patio door swing and hit the rails with a heavy crump. My eyes widen in pain as my bruised ass makes contact with the patio swing; A large palm grabs my throat: my vision blurs, and I feel lightheaded whilst his hot breath spills over my face.
“Remember what I said about the entire neighborhood hearing you?” the grip around my throat gets tighter and it fixes my head in place, while he slaps my cheek several times, until my eyes water and I squirm to get away, “remember how you ran this mouth?” his hands hoist under my knees, simultaneously pushing my legs apart and upward, setting my knees against my shoulders, disgracefully exposing my sopping cunt. He steps closer to the swing and his clothed erection harshly rubs between my pussy lips. I get a dizzy spell. My cunt spasms around nothingness and I whine, shooting my miserable gaze up at Toji, wiggling my toes.
“Stop teasing,” I sob, clapping my open palms over his underneath my knees, digging nails into his knuckles.
“Dumb, little slut wants to be used, doesn’t she?” he croons, “you want to let everyone hear you’re my fleshlight?” cocking his head to the side and feasting upon the tender flesh of my neck. His teeth nearly break the skin, and his lips hungrily suck under my ear, making me gasp each time I feel his steamy breath ruffle the tiny hairs on my neck, “pull my pants down,” he wheezes.
I frantically reach, tug on the waistband and yank his sweatpants down as far as my fingertips reach: his cock springs out happy, previously invisible veins now well-defined and outlined; The ruddy bulbous tip slips between my pussy lips again, the underside of it coats with the clear slick. After several lazy rubs, his cock hooks at the entrance, just merely pushing at the opening. I can’t budge.
“Toji, please,” I’m on the edge, my entire attention focused on his girth. He brings his head back up, lascivious eyes studying me.
“Toys don’t talk,” his cock nudges the entrance again; I gnaw on my bottom lip with patience thin as a spider web.
“You’re so fuc–,” I start cussing him out with desperation, and he must’ve gotten sick of me; As soon as our eyes meet, I only catch a glimpse of his wicked grin: with one swift movement, he bucks his hips and bottoms out inside my cunt. My jaw hangs open, words wedge in my throat, and no sound escapes while my eyes roll back into my skull. My gummy walls have been spasming around emptiness until now when it’s being stretched out to its limit around Toji’s fat cock. He grinds against me, scraping away the remaining shards of my tattered sanity. My toes curl as he drags himself out just to hastily thrust back in and grind his groin on my clit, stilling himself inside. I lean my head back on the backrest of the patio swing and bask in the pain swirling with pleasure. His thickness moulds my fluttering walls.
“Look at you, so dumb,” he draws my attention back to the area where we’re connected with an aggressive shove, his cock bullying my cervix, “so needy and shameless,” low grunts substitute his throaty voice with each thrust, “so fuckin’ good for me,” his fingers bruise the tender skin under and around my knees, “so wet, everyone can hear it,” my mushy brain finally registers the squishy sounds echoing below me, “you’re gonna be my favorite fuck toy.”
“Harder, Toji,” I mewl, my brows furrow, and incoherent words spill out whilst Toji quickens the pace, pounding his thick length with such vigor and hostility, his teeth grit; He tips forward, and glares at my puckering lips before him and without stopping or slowing down, he whispers, agitated.
“Open your mouth,” I splay my tongue out and without hesitation, he spits on it; I’m eager to swallow, I can taste the hints of tobacco and some alcoholic drink; His glazed eyes stare down and his lips lock with mine, pulling me into a forcefully, yet passionate kiss.
Momentarily my overstimulated brain loses all focus whatsoever and I start feverishly moaning into his mouth, sobbing as my cunt nears the release I’ve dreamed of since this man stepped foot inside my house. The coil that has been whirling in the pit of my stomach unravels and makes a mess out of me. My legs tremble as wrecking waves of mind-bending pleasure crash against each and every cell of my being. My heartbeat skyrockets and little hairs all over my body stand tall. My cunt clamps on Toji’s cock, in an attempt to milk him, who hasn’t fathomed the idea to slow down, instead, proudly fucks me through the orgasm and sucks on my tongue; At the base of his manhood, a ring of creamy slick pools.
“Toji, Toji,” I beg, breaking the kiss, threads of spit dangling between our swollen lips, still delirious from the orgasm, that tingles my stomach; My fingers reach and tug strands of his hair, fixing my watery doe eyes on his, “please, come inside me,” his half-lidded glossy eyes snap open, “please, fill me up.”
His hips violently jerk, his feet almost slipping on the dewy grass underneath him and I know he’s done. He hisses, groans, and a low moan rumbles from his throat as his groin plasters on my pussy, pulsating cock coating my fluttering walls with hot semen. With the remaining strength in his body, he slows down, fucking his cum deeper in, before finally pulling out and stumbling backward, letting my legs drop.
I lifelessly relax on the patio swing, my eyes gawking at the clear sky above. What a nice weather. Toji staggers to the house, his hand rests on the door handle before he glances over his shoulder, noticing not only my abused and used body but the flabbergasted neighbor on their balcony.
“You’ll be the end of me,” he coughs, regaining steady breathing and heartbeat.
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curvykittyyssmutfics · 4 months
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Oh what about a cheating smut fic where tony is married to pepper and he starts to have a sexual affair towards his daughter morgan's hot babysitter, reader
Babygirl
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Friday, 4pm
I check the time on my dainty Cartier watch, walkin in circles around my squad as I zero in on every move, every flip, and every damn high kick. They're phenomal as ever, still I need to make sure we're on point for the next game. Squatting low, I assess how one of my girls back up and shows that flexibility by bending backwards with palms outstretched to the ground. She ends the number with a smooth sensual backflip into the splits, ofcourse poppin each ass cheek individually. I cheer and ofcourse give my girl, along with the crew, a standin ovation.
"Excellent muthafukin job per usual, owwwww!" I mimick my bitch Cardi and I clap for my amazing team.
My cell rings from the bleachers a few feet away. Im tired, plus that might be Mr. Stark and I know better than to ignore; it's definitely time to call it a day.
"Listen up my beautiful people, we done for the day. But, side note, please don't forget to team up with your cheer buddy as many times as needed before the game to make sure each of you got the routine down pact. If you have any questions, hit my line. Aight y'all."
A few hugs goodbye and smacks to my rear, I'm able to grab my phone and check my missed calls. Fuck.. The butterflies in my tummy are instantaneous as I read 'Tony Stark' across my screen. No matter how many times he calls it never fails to make me wanna squeal and do a few back flips of my own.
I hit the send button and redial him as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. It only does half a ring before his sexy voice speaks through the phone.
"Hey, there's my other favorite girl. Where are you? You busy?"
It's just like Tony to be all in my business, even though he was my employer, not father. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about me after being Morgan's babysitter for over 3 years now.
"Why no, Daddy, I'm not busy." I tease him with a giggle. "I'm at uni right now. Just finished practice. Why, wassup?"
The silence lastin just a second too long before he clears his throat and answers.
"You uh.. Just finished cheer practice?" He repeats slowly.
"Yeah, literally just a second ago. Gonna change and head home. Why, you need me?" I ask concerned.
"I do honey, need you to come watch Morgan for the weekend. Peppers outta town for business and I'll be here but not here. You available for me pretty girl?"
The way he speaks to makes my heart wanna dive out my damn chest, especially when his wife's not around. His already pampering nature amplifies he and doesn't seem to able to resist calling me those sweet lil nicknames that make me weak in the knees.
"Yes Mr. Stark. Always, anything for you." I breathe back, thighs clenching at the way the tone of his voice is starting to get me aroused.
"Perfect. And call me Tony, you know better honey." He gently scolds. "Anyway, I'm sending a car to come get you immediately."
I hear him snap his fingers over the phone and assume that's his way of sending me a ride.
"But I'll need to go home and grab a some things to stay for a few days." I remind him.
"No. I want you here as soon as possible. I already have someone on their way to you." His response leaves no room for argument, so I don't even bother.
"Ok then, catch you inna minute. And tell Morgan I can wait to see her."
"You got it babygirl. See you soon."
I hang up, grabbing my Nike backpack and head to the pick up area in front of the school. Fuck, another weekend with Tony Stark. Let's see how long it takes before I drench my panties when I get in his presence this time.
45 mins later
I arrive to Tony's mansion relieved to finally get to see my 2 favorite people in the world. They're waiting for me at the front door with big smiles, Tony holding Morgan on his back. She lightly kicks outwards to get free from her father. He happily sets her down and she runs up to me excitedly wearing the cutest ladybug bathing suit. Wrapping her tiny arms around my waist, she hugs me affectionately. I bend and hug her back just as tight and tell her how happy I am to see her.
"Daddy says your staying all weekend, is that true?" She inquires, nose scrunched making her the spitting image of her father.
"Yes, I am. Us girls are gonna have a blast. I was thinking tomorrow I could paint your nails and then maybe you could paint mine? I'd love your help picking out a cute color, what do ya think?"
"Let's just go get a manicure." She rebuttals smartly, taking my hand and dragging me to the front door. I barely have a second to grab my backpack!
"Or there's that." I laugh and wave goodbye to Tony's driver as Morgan pulls me past her father to the pool.
"Guess Daddy will catch you guys later." Tony chuckles, watching us amused.
"Guess so Daddy." I don't get a chance to catch the way his nostrils flare a bit or how he licks his lips at my statement as he watches his daughter steer me away.
Her and I have a blast in the pool for a couple hours, Morgan even more so as I sit on the edge with just my feet in. She shows me how well she's gotten a swimming since the last time we saw each other. It's beyond obvious her practice is paying off; my best lil buds gonna be ready for competitions in no time.
After, Tony brings us hot cheesy pizza for dinner as she grabs his laptop and shows me how to do the newest tik tok dance challenges that she and her friends like the most. We lay by the pool eat and laugh together as all the goofy and cool new trends come up. It just surprises me that a young girl can navigate the platform so efficiently. The smartie pants even makes me an account so I can keep up with what she's up to.
"Alright, little girl. Its 7:30, time to go to sleep. We'll do a bath in the morning. Go brush your teeth and get into your pjs. Daddy and I'll be by to say goodnight when your done."
The good girl that Morgan is, she kisses my cheek and skips off into the house. I quickly clean up our mess and head off to search for Tony.
When I find him it's 7:45 and he's laid out on the couch in one of his dens, arm thrown tiredly over his face. I think he's asleep from his even breaths, the calm rise and fall of his athletic bare chest. Fuck he makes my mouth water the way he lays with his legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of soft cotton light grey sweats low on his hips. His toned tummy and the thin line of his happy trail entice me to come closer for a better look and I'm right behind him in an instant. Goddam the bulge of his cock looks girthy as fuck.
I reach out and lightly massage at his shoulders, bending for just a moment to whisper at his ear.
"Its time for Daddy to go say goodnight."
Tony removes his arm and gazes up at me tiredly. The short low groan helps activate the already swirling storm in my gut. There's no way my panties aren't wet.
"Ok, honey. Let's go." Sitting up a few inches before pausing as Jarvis begins to speak.
"Actually Mr. Stark, Morgan has been asleep for 3 minutes 26 seconds. I predict she will not be awake for another 10 and a half hours sir."
"Thanks." Daddy relaxes into my touch again before speaking again.
"Hey Jarvis?"
"Yes, Mr. Stark?"
"Take a walk."
"Yes sir."
There's a quiet beep signaling the AI's exit as I continue to massage Tony's strong shoulders.
"Come here, beautiful. Come sit on Daddy's lap, let's talk." He requests gently.
I know we've been crossing some kinda boundary the way we speak to one another, but if I do as he asks this'll be a clear violation in his marriage. I don't wanna cause harm to Tony in any way, in fact I ache to make him happy however I can. That desire in itself is probably what has me toeing of my shoes and plopping my round ass cheeks right on his dick before I have another thought.
He's half hard and I'm baffled how I didn't notice because he's already so thick. The first press of my pussy against it has me biting my lip and pushin again and again to mimic the pressure on my clit. My breath puffs out as I hold back a moan at the feeling. Christ, I'm throbbing in need and I've sittin in his lap for a total of 5 seconds.
"Did my 2 favorite girls have fun?" Tony asks seemingly unaffected..
Except when i squint it seems his breath accelerates just a bit through his slightly open mouth, warm strong chest rising and falling just a fraction faster. His palms slide underneath my skirt to the top of my thighs, tenderly rubbing in a circular motion as I lightly hump at his cock.
"So much fun, Daddy. I'm kinda tired though, long day. Obviously not long as yours. You look exhausted. You ok?"
He only tilts his head and offers a small shrug.
"I kinda feel better now that I get to see my little cheer captain in her sexy uniform." Tony leers up at me with a smirk before winkin, making me bust out in laughter.
"So how's classes sweetheart? You doin okay?"
"I am, first semester was a bit difficult but I got the ropes now. I'm a fuckin superstar." I brag with a smile.
"That's great honey, glad to hear it." He replies warmly, rotating his hips in circles against me.
"Still don't ever forget that I gotta blank check with your name on it. Matter fact, you're not leavin here this weekend without it. Got it?" He asks sternly, lookin directly into my soul.
"Yes Daddy." I answer without a second thought.
"Good girl." He praises, moaning low in his throat at my swift movements.
"Well.." I lean forward till our lips are almost touching and look deep into his pretty eyes. "What can I do to make Daddy feel better?"
Tony breaks first. He roughly presses his lips to mine, sucking and kissing as he holds me in place with one hand on the back of head. The other hand grips my thigh firmly as he dominates our kiss passionately. His fine ass licks into my mouth while groaning, sucking on the tip of my tongue as I moan loud and frantically crush our pelvis' together. He gives me one nip to my lips before speaking against them.
"Make Daddy cum, sweetheart."
"How?" I ask nervously, pulling back to look into his hazy eyes.
"Any way you want gorgeous."
My hips come to a halt as I think for a moment before sliding off his lap to my knees and greedily soakin in the growl he emits when he notices the wet spot I left on his crotch.
Pulling my medium sized perky tits through the designed slit at the bottom of my cheer top, showing him stiff pierced nipples. A small slim chain hangs between my breasts, connecting the 2 piercings. I shake my titties at him, smiling at his hypnotized glazed stare at my supple chest.
"Fuck my tits." I demand, slightly dipping my head forward to let a generous glob of spit splat between them.
There's no need to ask twice as Tony hastily snatches his dick from his sweats and slides it between my round brown orbs. He relaxes back into the deep navy blue sectional while I press my breasts together to surround his thick shaft and begin with slow strokes. Biting those delicious lips, his head dips further into the couch as he watches me through slits. Daddy looks so fucking good as he fights the pleasure enveloping his dick.
"Hoooooh, fu- AH! Jesus y/n, feels so good. Thank you, pretty girl. Ohfuck! Just what I needed. Mmmm.. Yeah, yeah just like thaaat.."
His arms hang limp at his sides as he lets me unravel him. Poor baby, his eyes don't know where to look, darting from my dark nipples to his big fat dick stabbing up through the swell of my breasts. I take a mental picture of the way he loses his mind in my body, hips coming up erratically to meet my downward thrusts.
"You like slipping your fat cock between my titties, Daddy?" I ask innocently, squeezing his dick a bit more firmly.
"Ah, ah, yes babygirl! N-never felt this gooood!" He sputters back to me.
"Glad you're enjoying yourself. Though the other option was to lay on my back, spread open my legs and wet little pussy to you. Let you be the judge of which hole of mine you wanted.. first.."
I speed up my slippery tits, fucking his twitching cock from base to tip at a quick steady pace. The spit turned out to be the perfect lubricate as he easily plunges his dick between my tits.
"Oh fuck little girl, so goddamn perfect for me- haaaashit! Ahhaaaa, fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod y/n want that so bad. N-need to fuck every inch of you honey.."
His hands ball into fists as he widens his stance, giving me ample room to work. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head as he gasps at the sensation building in his groin.
"Yes, yes, yes! Please! Letmefuckyouhoney! P-please, need to cum y/n. Aaaaaaahfuuuuuck! Haven't cum in months. Pleasepleaseplease, will do anything sweetheart!"
Now completely understanding Tony's absolute desperation, my cunt flutters as his pleas to feel my pussy double and rise in volume. I slam my tits onto his dick repeatedly, loud wet smacking intermixed with his sobs.
"How long Daddy? Exactly how long since you sprayed your thick milky cream outta this big fat ass cock?" I ask, leaning to give kitten licks to the wide flushed tip.
I moan animatedly at the taste of the salty precum dripping from his leaky dick. It's so fucking addicting that I hungrily slurp on the head of his dick. His abs ripple as his body trembles through the onslaught.
"Almost a-Haaa! FUCK! Almostayeeeear! Ohshitohshit, gonna c-cum babygirl!"
Fuck that's way too damn long, so I resolve to not make him wait a second longer to fill up a wet and willing pussy.
"Yeeees ah, ah, ahhhh- wait! What the fuck?Come back here little girl!"
I giggle as I duck away from his hands swiping to pull my back towards his equally enraged dick. I scoot back on the plush white carpet, pulling off my squort and parting my shapely cocoa thighs. He's so immediately entranced at me spreading my pussy lips with one hand as I crook my finger and invite him over with the other.
"Oh fuck me, thank you sweetheart. Love you so much babygirl, you don't even know. Your my perfect girl, wish you were my wife instead honey."
I don't know if Tony knows he's speaking as he clumsily takes his place between my legs but the admission warms my heart.. And my pussy. I kiss his neck and hold him tight as he thanks me profusely for letting him inside.
He aims his dick at my pulsing little hole, tapping my clit twice before slipping about an inch of his dick inside. I keen at the stretch, whining and pulling at him for more but apparently that's all Daddy needs. Slamming his eyes shut, he hunches over me going completely feral and unloads months and months worth of frustration into me.
"Yea-eeeees, little girl! Lemme breed my favorite girl. Haaaaa fuck! Feels like heaven, cantstophoney! Ah, ah, ah, so gooood y/n. Love you much! So so so much!"
I relish how fucking whiny he becomes as he releases heavy splats of cum against my walls. The pressure of his load makes me moan like a whore underneath him as he holds me to his carpet by my shoulders and gives us both what we need.
"That's it Daddy, fill me up. Make me take your cum. I want all of it, yeeeees! Don't waste a drop, gimme my cream pleeeeease. My wet little kitty wants to drink up a thick dose of your milk Daddy, gimme!"
The force of Tony's nut stuns him but his fluttering lid reopens as he gazes at my face. Even through his flismy focus he stares at the sloppy saliva spattered on my tits and tummy down to where his dick splits me open wide.
It's my turn to become distressed as I hump at the rock hard cock dripping the last few drops of his load into my greedy cunt. Neither of us hear the front door open in our opposite state of minds; or the footsteps clicking towards our location.
"What the fuck?!" Peppers deranged voice echoes throughout the dim den making us jumps, the cock piercin me unintentionally stabbing a few inches deeper.
I wail in fucking pure delight, nails scratching down Tony's back as he immediately seethes at her entrance. It's clear he's not happy she interrupted our private moment. Still, his dick remains stiff as fuck inside me.
Lookin up at his wife with disdain, brows still pinched from the feeling of my pussy clutching at him hungrily, he demands that she leave.
Maybe it's time for Daddy to get a divorce..
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milkgemini · 1 year
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Pairing: Josh Kiszka X f!reader Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: josh in that beanie had a chokehold on me tonight.. so how could i not. shout out to my baby @babyhoneygvf for helping me come up with this. ily pookie. as always, plsssss let me know your thoughts! 🫶🏻
Part 2
Jake 4:59 pm
“Get up ya lazy shit. We’re going skating in an hour” 
You 5:05 pm
“Im up Im up. I’ll be over in 20.” 
The friendship you shared with Jake was something near and dear to your heart. He felt like a big brother to you. You both shared the same humor. He would tease you and call you names, but at the end of the day, you knew he would never let anything happen to you. 
His twin brother, Josh, was a different story. You didn’t dislike Josh. You didn’t know him well enough to even dislike him. There had never been a time where you hung out with Josh one on one. Jake or Sam had always been there to ease the awkward tension. You had tried to spark up a conversation with him before at parties the boys had thrown, but had always felt like a nuisance to him. Like he couldn’t be bothered to be included in the conversation. So you stopped trying. 
You were always civil towards him. It was in your nature. He was your best friend’s other half, literally. The least you could do was acknowledge his presence as he entered the room. 
It was just past 6 when you had shown up to the Airbnb they had rented. The 3 Kiszka boys had been staying with their parents for the holiday, but decided to rent this place so they could create their version of a Christmas break, which included a little more volume than their parents could handle. 
As you entered the rental, you couldn’t spot anyone right away, but were greeted with the volume of voices which seemed to be coming from the kitchen around the corner. Your presence was made known as you stepped into the frame of the room. 5 heads turning towards your direction, with only 4 them showing excitement that you came. 
“Hey hey! There she is!” Jake chimes in pulling you into a hug. One of the most important things in your friendship with Jake was the fact that his girlfriend Jita was respectful and understanding of the bond you two shared. They had been together for years and never once had she questioned you two, so to see the smile on her face as you reached your arms out to embrace her as well made your heart feel warm. 
Danny and Sam were leaning against the counter, sipping on whatever experimental concoction they had decided to whip up tonight. Sam's eyebrow rose over the rim of his drink, gulping down a sip while simultaneously throwing an arm around you to welcome you. “Hi you two. What’s the drink of choice tonight?” you hesitantly asked, fearful they would force you to try. “This right here is a secret family recipe.” Sam replies, smacking his lips acting as if he’s savoring the flavors of the cocktail. “I’d tell ya the ingredients, but like I said, it’s a secret so you’ll just have to try yourself.” He gives you a smirk while pushing the rim of the cup closer and closer to your lips. 
“He’s full of shit, don’t believe him. There’s no family recipe.” Danny warns you just as you’re about to fall for Sam's tricks. “Aw come on, Daniel. I almost had her!” With a wave of your hand, you roll your eyes to Sam, realizing there’s one person left in the kitchen you’ve not yet said hello to. 
Josh had also been leaning against the kitchen counter a little farther down from Sam and Danny. He had a red solo cup in his hand, silently sipping his drink perusing the scene of people in the room. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and he watched over the rim of his cup as you greeted the rest of the crew. Once you had realized it was rude of you not to at least say something, you faced his direction. “Hi Josh” you waved meekly towards him. His only response was to lift his cup giving you a tight grin. 
“Well, that was awkward.” you thought to yourself. And as if your best friend could read your mind, Jake saved you from any further embarrassment by interrupting. 
“Alright guys. Uber’s gonna be here in 10, so get your shit together.” 
As you all exited the kitchen, each of you began bundling yourselves with jackets, hats, scarves, and gloves in preparation of bracing the bitter Michigan winter air. With your hat, scarves and gloves secured, you patted the pockets of your winter coat making sure you had all of your belongings before leaving. 
“Think you left this” a flat voice called from behind you. 
Josh stood there, holding your wallet in his right hand, wiggling it towards you. 
“Right, thanks.” was all you could reply. 
Stuffing the wallet into your side pocket, you followed behind Sam as you all crammed into the van taking you to the ice rink. 
The place was packed. It was Christmas break so you didn’t expect any less. As you approached the booth to pay, you began to feel your nerves rise in your stomach. Here you were about to step onto the ice, with no clue in the world of how to skate. 
You followed Jake over to the stand where it was time to pick out your skates. You whispered to him, “I don’t know what I’m doing, so..” He huffed a laugh and turned to the employee before the desk. “She’s a size 7.” The man behind the counter had handed you a pair of white skates, heavier than you expected. 
The 6 of you had found a bench outside, and everyone started untying their shoes to put their skates on. Unsure of how to tie your own skates but unwilling to admit it, you peeked out of the corner of your eye to mimic Jake’s movements. 
“Is this right?” You pointed your feet in his direction, laces not tied properly. 
“Lift up for me.” He tapped his thigh signaling to lift your feet to him. 
Jake fixed your laces for you, tying them extra tight, resulting in you huffing out a breath to him. 
“You’ll thank me later” he shot a wink at you before grabbing Jitas hand, and walking towards the entrance to the rink. 
Sam and Danny had already gotten out there, Josh following in his twin brother's footsteps right behind him. Which left you by yourself to wobble up to the entrance, clinging on to anything in sight that would help stable your balance. 
As you stood in the entryway, you closed your eyes and said a quick affirmation to yourself before stepping on the ice. You clung to the side walls as you moved your skates centimeters apart. Jake and Jita skated by you with ease and you flashed them a fake smile, immediately rolling your eyes when they were no longer in sight. 
“Well, I paid for this so I might as well at least try..” you thought to yourself. You had no idea where this shot of courage came from, but before you could overthink it, you pushed yourself from the edge of the rink and tried skating on your own. 
“Slow and steady wins the race” you repeat to yourself, as other people whip by you showing off how well they could skate. A younger boy in a hockey jersey was skating incredibly fast with friends behind you. Their volume increased, giving you a warning they were approaching quickly. The boy was paying no attention to you, just trying to get past as fast as he could, unfortunately knocking your shoulder in the process. Nudging you a bit too hard, you had lost your balance, sticking your arms out into nothing, bracing yourself for the fall you knew was coming. 
Just before falling on your ass, you felt two sets of hands steady you by your elbows, straightening you up, saving you from the fall. 
With the hands still gripping your elbows, and you too terrified to move an inch, all you could do was turn your head to the side to catch a glimpse of who was behind you. 
“Josh?” you blurted out. “Oh um… thank you. I was about to bust my ass” you chuckled to yourself. 
“I saw. Here. Go slow, let’s just get to the edge.” With his back flush to your chest, his hands still gripping the back of your arms tight, he guided you to the edge of the rink. 
As best you could, you used your mittens to try to push your bangs out of your eyesight and readjusted the hat on your head. 
“I’m not very good at this.” You admitted to him with a half smile. 
“Takes practice. Jake and I started really young.” he responded flatly. 
“Yeah well, I’m over it. You guys go head. I'm gonna grab a hot chocolate.” Before giving him time to respond, you began to creep along the edge of the rink towards the entrance. 
“Wait!” 
You turned to Josh with wide eyes. You weren’t even expecting him to be there anymore after you told him you’re finished with skating. You figured he wouldn’t really care what you were doing actually. 
“I was thinking of getting a beer myself, so if you don’t mind…” he trails off 
“Sure, what do you want? I’ll bring it back over. Just meet me on the side and I’ll hand it to you.” you absentmindedly start reaching in your pocket for your wallet. 
“I meant… do you mind if I join?” he retorts back to you, looking directly in your eyes this time. 
His question shocked you. Not once has Josh put the energy into hanging out, just you two. If anything, sometimes it seemed like he went out of his way to avoid this exact circumstance from happening. 
“Oh umm. Yeah of course.” you tried your best to hide the surprised look on your face. 
Slowly but surely, you reached the exit gate to the rink, stepping down onto the rubbery ground. It was much easier to walk on the skates now, so you had no trouble finding a bench and plopping yourself down. Until you were faced with your next challenge. You look down at your skates to see the jumbled mess of laces Jake had tied for you earlier. You leaned over and tried to tackle the knots. Josh sitting next to you, had already untied his skates and laced up his boots. 
“Need some help?” He asked. 
“I think I got it. It’s just stuc-“ 
“Gimme it” he reaches down to grab your ankle, pulling your skate into his lap. Within seconds, he unties the mess his twin made earlier, and taps the skate to signal for you to bring your next foot up. 
You finished tying the laces to your own boots, skates in hand and stood up next to Josh. 
“Ready?” He asks, nodding towards the concession stand. 
You trail behind him, unsure of how this is going to go. You were so used to awkward situations when it came to Josh. Was this going to be filled with uncomfortable silence? 
As you reach the concession stand, you scan your eyes over the menu. Josh steps up to the counter first. 
“Hey how are you?” He greets the woman behind the cash register with a tight lipped grin. “Can I get a Dogfish Namaste and a hot chocolate?” He whips his head around back to you. “Anything else?” He asks. 
“Uhh, no just the hot chocolate. Thanks.” The thought of him buying your drink for you without questioning it made a smile creep up on your face. 
The woman at the counter handed over both of your drinks to which Josh thanked her and stuffed a few bills in their tip jar. He turned to you, extending his hand with your warm drink. 
“Thank you, Josh. You didn’t have to do that. I have my wallet, remember?” You reminded him. 
“Don’t worry about it.” He took a sip from his beer. 
You both started walking towards an empty table inside, needing the extra warmth right now. 
As you sat down, just the two of you at the table, you started to pick at the skin around your finger nails, worried about how awkward this might be. You decided to be the one to spark the conversation to ease the tension. 
“I like your beanie” you complimented him. 
The smallest smile shown on his face, as he reached up to feel the black knit hat on his head as if he forgot he was wearing it. 
“Oh, thanks. My mom got it for me for Christmas.” 
As you scanned Josh, you started to realize he looked different tonight. He looked good. The beanie was pulled tight onto his head, his curls stuffed inside. All you could see coming through were the shaved sides of his head. He kept his ears out of the beanie, which made the dainty golden hoops he wore even more noticeable to you. 
“You ever try this kind?” He lifted the beer up to you. 
Was he finally trying to carry on an actual conversation with you? 
“I’ve tried their other ones, but I’ve never had that kind before.” You replied to him, trying your best not to show your excitement from him continuing the conversation. 
“Try it. It’s good. It’s a wheat beer so if you like anything Belgian style, you’ll like this” he hands the beer across the table to you. As you wrap your fingers around the can, you also cover his fingers in the process before he has time to let go. Keeping your eyes on him, you watch his bashful reaction as he hands the can over and tries to find anything else to look at. 
You take a sip of the beer, swirling your tongue in your mouth to take in the flavor. Josh watches your mouth from across the table. 
“It’s good! I like it. I’ll have to pick this one up next time.” You hand the can back over to Josh. 
A familiar set of voices can be heard coming from behind you. 
“There you guys are!” Sam interjects, playfully slapping his brother’s shoulder. 
“We thought you guys ubered back and left us here.” Jake huffed a laugh and looked at both you and Josh. “You guys ready to go? We called the Uber before we even stepped off the ice. It’s fucking freezing out there.” 
The notification on Jake’s phone alerted you that the Uber was pulling into the parking lot. The 6 of you made your way out, tumbling into your seats and huffing out a breath as you all settled in. 
Sam sat in the front seat, Jake and Jita in the two separate seats in the middle of the van. Which left you, Josh, and Danny in the row in the back, with you sandwiched between them. It was a tight squeeze, and all you could think about was making sure your thigh wasn’t leaning on Josh’s side too much. 
He could tell you were tensing yourself, almost leaning into Danny to avoid your leg pressing up against his. As your Uber driver took a sharp turn rounding the block of the Airbnb, it caused your knee to brush against him, which you quickly retreated back. 
“No worries” Josh leaned over to whisper towards you, giving your thigh a soft pat. 
Thank god it was dark in that van, because the flush of your cheeks could be spotted from a mile away. 
As you exited the car and walked through the front door of the house, everyone gathered in the kitchen, cracking open a new beer or pouring a new glass. 
Remembering that you had been the last to show up to the function, and the only sober one left, you opted for a glass of wine to catch up to the others. You grabbed a red solo cup from the stack, and held the bottle of Pinot by the neck to pour into your cup. 
Once everyone’s drinks had been refilled, most of the group had walked over to the living room, leaving you and Josh in the kitchen. Screwing the cap back on the bottle of wine, Josh had resumed his position from earlier. Ankles crossed, sipping his drink, peering at you over the edge of his can. 
As you returned the bottle back to the wine rack, you could feel his eyes follow you around the kitchen. Before you could pick your cup up to follow the others to the living room, his voice stopped you. 
“Is there a reason you’re so hesitant towards me?” He finally breaks the silence. 
“What?” You look up at him with a questioning face. 
“In the van. It was almost as if you were trying to get away from me back there. You can only scooch so close to Danny before you’re in his lap.” He took another sip of his beer, looking at you over the can with raised eyebrows. 
“I…. Didn’t mean to it’s just-“ you continued
“Just what?” He stepped closer to you, placing his hand on the counter space between the two of you. 
“I don’t know. I’ve always felt like I annoyed you, so I didn’t want to press it any further.” You admitted to him shyly. 
He set his beer down on the counter, stepping even closer to you now, the smallest space separating your hips from touching. 
“Which part of tonight made you think I was annoyed by you” his back left the edge of the counter to stand directly in front of you now. Your eyes wide as you gazed back at him, mouth parted in shock that he was so close to you right now. 
With the toes of your boots touching, he stood in front of you, his eyes flicking back and forth between your wide stare and your lips. 
“Was it the way I gripped onto you tight, making sure you never hit the ground…” he lifts his hand to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while leaning closer before finishing his sentence. 
“Or was it the way I tried my best to get you alone earlier to share a drink?” His fingertips trailed from behind your ear to your jaw, tracing along the outline of it. As he got to your chin, he held it with his thumb, the knuckle of his pointer finger curled below it. 
He moved his face closer to yours now, noses close to touching. Your eyes fluttered at his movements. He tilted your face up to him while keeping his eyes on your lips, his mouth parted. 
As he moved closer to you, his lips came to your ear, just brushing up against it. 
As you felt his soft lips brush against the shell of your ear he whispered to you. 
“And what about now? Can you tell how bad I want you?” 
to be continued….
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Series:Yuu Needs Therapy
Branch: Overblotts
Character: Riddle
Part: 2 of ?
It had been a week since the incident, you had avoided Riddle to the best of your possible abilities, changing the route you take to classes, skipping lunch, not visiting Heartslabyul, all to avoid the Crimson Tyrant. The Housewarden that even hearing of his name sent a wave of terror through your being and made your heart rate skyrocket.
Though you couldn't avoid the Heartslabyul halls forever, after all that was the halls of the residence of your first friends in this strange world. Of course Trey eventually invited you over to try a new cake recipe, and being the pushover or glutton you were either way you couldn't find it within yourself to reject your friends offer.
You slowed yohr stride for a moment, checking the time on your watch to see it was 3:47Pm, w
eighteen minutes before you agreed apon time. Glancing up from tne cheap watch to see you were in the garden, your eyes narrowing in on a chunck of burnt grass that had yet to heal from... a brief memory flashed through you mind as you continued to gaze at the pactj of grass or more accurately the lack thereoff..... Suddenly snaping out of your stupor you glanced down again to the watch on your wrist to see it was 4:12Pm.
Not wishing to delay be there any longer you quickened your pace to reach the doors of Heartslabyul, glancing around take sure the Tyrant you dreaded seeing oh so much was not within range as you waited oh so patiently for Trey do open the door. Picking away at the chipped nail polish on your nails...why was Trey taking so long?
Come on....come on.
.....Ok maybe you weren't waiting so patiently, but right in the middle of your internal monologue the door swang open to Carter Greeting you, Quite loudly.
"YOOOO! Prefect, wassup? Been a minute since I've seen you visiting the dorm. You being blackmailed or summ?"
Taking a small step back so the door wouldn't smack you dead in face, the door narrowly missing your nose and brushing past it. Wincing slightly at the excessive greeting. My poor ears.
"Uhm hey Cater, yea it's a...it's been a minute. And Not that I know of."
Carter grimaced before his face contorted into a akward smile, bringing his hand to to back of his neck.
"Yikes! Sorry prefect."
Chuckling quietly you gave him a small but very pleasant smile to ease his nerves, still continuing to pick away to the nail polish. can we speed this up Speaking with a sarcastic but playful edge in your words
"Trying to kill me already Cater? I thought you enjoyed my company."
The Ginger rolled his eyes playfully twords you before taking out his phone
"Yeah yeah, mind if we take a photo for my magic cam?"
Trying to politely reject his offer you shook your head with a apologetic facial expression.
"I usually would Liar. but I agreed to meet up with Trey to try some stuff and am already late." Two lies in one sentence, world record.
Nodding he turned off his phone and slid it into the pocket of his blazer
"Ooo well then Cay Cay will let you go then Kk."
Nodding you quickly slid past him into the halls of the Heartslabyul dormitory, having stopped tormenting your poor nail polish you let it be as you proceeded to the kitchen of the dormitory, immediatley seeing the familiar sight of Trey in the kitchen with flour dusting the surfaces and his apron
Noticing he was not yet aware of her presence a small knock was placed on the wall, the small thuds alerting him of her presence he snapped his head uo from whatever task he was completing and gave her a small smile.
"Hey prefect, uh- I'm not quite done yet-"
Wipping off his hands onto his apron he quickly turned around and offered out his hand to you.
"Here, why don't I lead you to my room, you can wait there."
"No im fine with-"
Trey gave a reassuring smile twords you, still offering out his hand in a seemingly friendly jesture.jester.
"Really prefect I insist."
and with that small nudging you took his hand as he lead you through the well lit corridors with names labeling each of the doorm rooms. Guiding you to a door and opening it before gently nudging you inside and closing the door behind you.
.........If only you had payed attention to the Name of the tenant that owned that particular dorm.
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𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 - ❝will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.❞
pjm. fluffy smut. subby jimin
btw i put 3 request in one cuz i really wanna start a series
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"yeah?" You responded, peering your head back in the doorframe to see what Jimin wanted as he called your name. His eyes stuck on you, as he had a sad glow in his eyes. "Im sorry, nevermind." You could sense a hint of vulnerability in his voice, making you curious about what was bothering him. "Are you sure everything's okay?" You said it gently, offering your presence as a source of comfort. Stepping back into the room as you pushed the door behind you, You noticed Jimin's hesitance, wondering if he would open up to you. 
 
"Will you sleep with me? I-i know how that sounds... I just feel safe with you next to me."
He said this, looking hopeful, as if he were waiting for you to say yes. "Uhm, yeah, ok, I'll stay." You replied, slightly taken aback by his request but understanding the vulnerability behind it. Jimin was always protective, and you knew he would do anything to make sure you were safe, so why can't you return the favor and just do the bare minimum to put his mind at ease? You pull back the covers and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. His practice is warm and comfy, as it helps you get comfortable as you softly whisper "goodnight." His soft voice whispers it back as you turn over to face the opposite side of the room, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. You drift off to sleep before the dreams take you on a journey through your subconscious mind.
 
light off the walls, casting a warm and comforting glow throughout the room. Soft groans and breaths fill  the air as the weight next to you shifts closer to you, a pair of arms snake around your waist, and the light feel of Jimin's breath against your neck.  
He smacks his lips as he nuzzles up into your backside as his cock rests at the top of your ass , sending a shiver down your spine. You can't help but surrender to the intoxicating sensation. His erection grows against your body, from soft and breathy to uncomfortable groans and shifting of his body, causing you to slowly awaken.
Eyes slowly opening as his monas turn into whimpers as he ruts his cock up against you. "Jimin, what the fuck are you doing?" You scoot away and turn to face him , horrified by his actions.  "His eyes open as he looks at you with heavy eyes and an open mouth "Wha-what?" he asked with sleep decorating his words before he looked down to see his cock poking through his pajama pants. "I'm so sorry," he stammers, quickly pulling away and covering himself. "I'm going to get ready to leave," he says, his face flushing with embarrassment. He got off the bed as you thought about how bad you probably made him feel.
He was hot, and maybe you could help him. The thought of you taking his cock in your throat made a wave of slick leak out of your now socked hole and onto your pants. "What if I could help you with your situation down there?" you asked as you looked at his dick poking through the cotton pants  as you took your lip between your teeth. His eyes widened in confusion and shock as he exclaimed, "Huh?" You almost beg, "Let me suck your cock," as you stare at him with round, wide eyes, craving the taste and sensation.  As you crawl to the end, the mattress moves. You maintain eye contact and motion for him to approach. He walked forward as he placed his nicely folded clothes back on the dresser before towering over you with a smug  smile on his face.  "Tell me what you want, baby; tell me how badly you want to touch me," you said as you slid your hand up and down his toned and slim torso. "I want to fuck you so bad that you won't be able to walk straight for days," he whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with desire. "I couldn't stop thinking about you bouncing on my cock the whole time I was next to you." He whined, "I need you to touch me; please touch me." He begged as you pulled his now tight pants down along with his boxers. His hard and red cock twitches with arousal as it fights to stay up.
"Are you ready, baby?" you asked as you mocked him with a whiney voice , knowing that you were in complete control of his pleasure. He despondently nods his head  right before you start to pump his shaft with skilled precision, making him gasp and moan uncontrollably. Your lips meet his tip, sucking hard as if you were trying to drain all the semen out of his balls. His mouth hangs open and his eyes are tightly shut as he gasps for air , overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through his body. His hands turned into fists as he inhaled a sharp breath through his clenched jaw. Releasing his tip from the grips of your mouth with a pop causes him to moan loudly as the boy's hips shutter. 
"Tell me that you're mine while I suck you good." You take half his length into your mouth, feeling his warmth and hardness against your tongue. Your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft as you bob your head up and down on his length. savoring every inch of him as you jerk the rest that won't fit. "I'm all yours, fuufk." He yelps as you lick between his slits, sending shivers down his spine and making him moan in pleasure. "Can I fuck you?" He breathes heavily, his voice hoarse and desperate. "No baby" You get up and push him on the bed, causing his eyes to widen at your action as you climb on top of him, taking control. "I'm going to fuck you, understand?" You assert yourself confidently, a wicked smile playing on your lips as you crash them on his. Saliva seeps as Jimin's tongue fights for dominance against yours. You pull away as you lift up your body and pull down the  tight, now wet sleep short
s, tossing them to the ground along with his pants. "Please, can you fuck me?" he begged as he rubbed his hands along the curves of your ass. "No, baby, you've got to ask nicely to touch me," you replied with a mischievous grin. You plopped down on his cock with a loud smack, causing you both to moan loudly. Loud slaps as you bounce up and down on his member, feeling every inch of his cock inside you. the perfect curve of his manhood hitting the spot you didn't know was there , sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. loud moans spilling from both of your throats as you both reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. "Fuck, can I please touch your boobs?" He pleads with a hoarse voice from not being in use for so long. "Tell me yours," You say as you place your hands on his throat. "Tell me." His eyes shut tight as he exhaled a shaky breath, finally surrendering to your demand. "I'm all yours, yN, all yours; I belong to you." "Good boy".
Tank top now, along with all the other clothes, as your boobs bounce In his face. "Oh my f-fuking god, Jimin, your cock is so big." Your words made his lips quiver, along with his legs. "I'm going "let it out, baby," you say as you bounce sloppier than before, chansing your own orgasm as your excitement builds as his cock twitches inside of you. Hot spurts of smen shoot out, coating your walls as Jimin moans out your name. His hands fly to your ass, making you cum all over him, making it mix with his and pool on his balls. 
 ense pleasure consumes both of you, leaving you breathless and satisfied. you falYoulat on his chest as you both bask in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.
"You had no panties on the entire time?"
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lazy day? lazy day
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☆ chigiri hyoma x reader, fluff
+ wrote this because im just not having the best day today lmao. but i was really excited to write for chigiri at the same time so here u go <3 its so short sorry lol
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"what are you staring at?"
"nothing."
you continued to stare despite saying that you're not. chigiri hummed at that, giving you a pointed look from across the room, carrying on with the task of brushing through his hair as he checked his appearance in the mirror.
from your comfy position on the bed, it was truly a beautiful sight. you could see his reflection in the huge mirror that he stood in front of. you didn't feel your lips curving into a smile as you took in the details, your mind completely surrendered to what you observed. your lover had given up on what he was doing by that time, trying to figure out what you were thinking. his eyes followed you through the mirror as you swiftly stood up and made your way over.
"let me do it." you mumbled, taking the hairbrush from him and he let you.
chigiri's effort in holding back his grin went to waste. he just found it really adorable that you wanted to do it even if it meant that you'd have to crane your neck to look up. "is that the reason you were staring?"
his teasing tone was enough to bring warmth to your face.
you drew your fingers through his smooth, crimson strands. he sighed. it had been a while since you did that.
i had been a while since you both did anything, really.
the entire week was exhausting for the both of you. from his constant matches to your constant work projects, there wasn't really a day where you got to spend time together without some sort of interruption. but today was not that day and he's so glad because he could finally enjoy your presence.
"have you ever put your hair in a bun?" you asked, trying to recover from his knowing eyes boring into yours from the reflection. you could easily hide behind him so he wouldn't see your face, but you couldn't just give up.
before answering he shifted, placing his feet far apart so he could come down to your height. you cursed, obviously annoyed that he found this so funny, causing him to laugh.
"i have," chigiri answered sincerely, as if he isn't standing in front of you looking like an idiot with his legs so far apart. you shook your head and grabbed a hairtie from him, gathering his thick hair in one hand and slowly pulling it into a low bun.
it took a few more rounds of the hairtie, and once you were done you took a few steps back.
he just keeps getting prettier.
chigiri turned around, not in that ridiculous position anymore, which meant he was towering over you a little. you smiled, adjusting his hair from the front as well.
"thanks. now i can do what i want to do without my hair in the way."
"..do what exactly?"
his eyes trailed to your lips for a small second before he leaned in while pulling you closer at the same time. your boyfriend didn't like wasting time when it came to these things. your hands locked around his neck as his travelled from your waist to your face, lips connecting in a sweet kiss that made your grip on him tighten.
yes, he didn't like wasting time, but he was also a tease.
so he pulled away just as quickly, winking. "don't mess up the hair now, love."
you lightly smacked his chest, rolling your eyes. "whatever, my job is done. im going back to lazing around."
"and im joining." he replied.
"rock paper scissors over who gets to be the smaller spoon?" you asked while walking back to the bed.
"hell yeah."
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Can you do something for me?
Hakkai asks for a favor
Don't ask I got the idea from @danni-k from a tiktok
@bontensucker @festive @aasouthteranoswife
It was 3 AM You had just fallen asleep in taiju's bed , he had gone out with some friends and texted you to just come over and he should be home in 15 minutes. You were exhausted from work and didn’t wanna make the trip of taking the train and walking the rest home. Already in deep sleep you felt another presence, you assumed it was taiju coming home finally and just getting situated to get ready for bed. What you didn’t expect was your body being light shaken. You laid there, then there was a pause and now you could a hear voice calling you “hey….. sister in laaaw” oh God you thought to yourself, you kept your eyes closed hoping that the ONLY person who calls you that would give up and go away. “come ooooon future sister in law plllease wake up” he shook you again causing you to groan. You’re heavy lids blinked open, slightly blurry vision you made out the silhouette of the very long hair, side shaven, face fucked up with some bruises male. You groaned again rubbing your eyes “hakkai give me one good reason why I shouldn’t yell at you” you yawned , he nervously chuckled rubbing the back of head “to be honest if you did what im about to ask would actually make it believable” you raised one eyebrow curiously wondering what the younger male shiba meant by that.
“YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!” “ssshhhhh” hakkai covered your mouth trying not to let the two officers outside hear you, “please sis I’d never ask you this if it didn’t mean it was serious” you smacked his hand off your mouth “im 1. Not lying to the police and saying I’m your mother and 2. They wouldn’t even believe it hakkai” he waved off your reasoning “of course they would! just say you had me young or something besides what would it be me your brother in law locked up and wouldn’t be able to make it in time for your wedding”. You groaned placing your face in your hands “hakkai taiju hasn’t even proposed yet what wedding are you going on about” “pllllleasse I won’t ask you of anything” you gave him a knowing look “ok… I won’t ask you for anything soon but please just do me this solid” you sighed moving the blanket off of you “you better pray they believe us”. As you made your way to the front door you could see taiju talking to the two officers at the front door you inwardly groaned. He noticed you and was about to greet you “hello officers I was told by my son you needed to see me” the two officers paused looking at you up and down, one cleared his throat remembering why their there “um… miss shiba yes we wanted to warn you of your..sons activities and to just advise that it be best if you talked to him…” taiju was confused on what the fuck was going on “miss shiba? What the fuck are you two on” everyone looked to taiju,youre heart started to race and you gestured with your eyes for him to SHUT UP. “Babe what are you doing here?” The cops look to you and look to taiju “I’m sorry sir is this not your mother?” “ the fuck n-“ before he could blow your cover hakkai came storming to the front door grabbing ahold of taiju,  pulling him inside to herd him to the kitchen “come on big bro MOM said you needed to come earlier and help me clean” taiju slightly struggled confused what the fuck was going “let go hakkai!” the two shiba males moved inside while you were now left with the two officers. “ ma’am just… please watch out for your kid ok” you nodded watching as they take their leave making sure they were out of sight before you let out the breathe you were holding. You slammed the door hearing a loud thud and a groan, then you see taiju making his way towards the living room in the back you could make out a laid out hakkai who you assumed taiju threw to the ground “wanna explain what that was” you sighed but slightly chuckled “now now taiju that’s no way to talk to your mother” yiu pinched his cheeks giving him a kiss on lips and walking back to his bedroom taiju eyes went wide but Instantly he frowned “im not into that if that’s where this is going!”
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florescentvenus · 1 year
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Astrology Observations
Entry 1 🪷 11/5/22 - 12/22/22
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These are observations i’ve come to about common things during these transits and/or knowledge of numerous people with these placements.
Im trying to keep track more of the connections my mind makes and thought it’d be cool to share since i love reading other’s. 🌟
Thank you for reading, fellow astrologer 💐🫡
Part 1: PLACEMENTS
⛲️ libra moon people are the first to think about how you feel, are gonna feel, or could feel. I think thats why it hurts the most when they DON’T do that.
⛲️ taurus placements will try again and again and again until all aspects of the problem are clean and clear to all involved, and as long as they care.
⛲️ scorpio venus want to absorb their partner. Almost .. consume their partner! Ideal placement if you want to feel like your whole body is ATE during intercourse. Can easily become obsessive over all things, especially a partner. Knowing calms them.
⛲️ shatabisha placements always got some sort of garment covered in floral pattern. Bonus points if you have multiple. If you ask or tell them about any predicament, they’ve got a solution. Bonus points if it’s holistic health related.
⛲️ taurus placements come to understand how they feel while expressing it verbally.
⛲️ mars in 6H: sticking to beneficial habits compared to a set daily routine will help you get more done. Very energetic person. Up for many things. Strong boundaries regarding comfortability. The energy of blue fire.
⛲️ taurus moons dont choose what to care about and they’re quite honest about how they feel, and how deeply. You don’t ever have to question your place in their life but if you do: ask and they will tell 🌟
Part 2: TRANSITS
⛲️ moon transiting 12House: if anyone around you is going to make a bad move on you then believe it’ll happen during this time.
⛲️ moon transiting libra: shock factor rates increase during this time?? Like people gasp easier, are startled easier, tea/gossip is revealed, the time where unexpected information finds it way to you.
⛲️ mars transiting 10H: learning to love what you do and do what you love gets highlighted. Becoming better at habits that help build you and your image. Plans and ideas come to you like clockwork!
What the information is about will relate to the area of life of the house that you have libra in!
⛲️ moon transiting fire sign (aries, leo, sagittarius): careless word choice, actions, movements, energy, reactions, etc are more likely during this time due to increased eagerness. ESPECIALLY if theyre in the 4H/8H/12H.
Part 3: SYNASTRY
⛲️ jupiter conjunct saturn: both parties are aware of the lessons each guide the other through, both simultaneously the teacher snd the student. Much, much, much to learn from the other. Jupiter person can feel like saturn person scolds them, and can think saturn person is too serious at times. Saturn person could feel like jupiter person is unconsciously wise, trying to get them to direct their wisdom. Great synastry when people respect the other, beneficial for long-term relations.
⛲️ sun conjunct mars: both can’t help but be flustered easier around the other due to feeling the high vibes. Electric energy between you guys and around you. Everyone can see it. You highlight each other in every kind of connection and endeavor. If vibrating atoms constantly smacking into each other was a synastry. Ideal synastry for wanting to see somebody else win.
⛲️ mars conjunct venus: two halves of a whole type of energy. Electricity surrounds you when you are in the presence of the other. Mars keeps venus grounded, venus keeps mars lifted. Intense synastry: how lightning strikes. May experience uniquely interesting synchronicities when together. Time does not exist when these two are together. Attraction is instant and comes in shocks.
⛲️ venus conjunct neptune: day dreaming of their love! Neptune person dreams more while venus person IS. Could dream walk together. “I can’t believe this is REAL!?” Synastry. Needs for love are understood and met easily.
⛲️ jupiter opposing moon: all emotions at all degrees are experienced in this synastry. Limits are tested, boundaries get pushed. To let it make or break you and the connection is a common question. This could progress or end at any moment; very important to stay learning. Moon person has to come to terms with jupiter person’s vast knowledge. Jupiter person can help moon person become more emotionally open!
⛲️ their planet in your 7H: this is the energy they take on the most while in the connection you share. Vice versa.
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weirdcat1213 · 10 months
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trigun book club :D a great reason for re reading the manga and now more people will yell with me into the skies :D
my thoughts on the 1st half of volume 1 (chap 1 - 6) below
chap 1:
-the babygirl :3
-maybe im reading too much into it but i like the page where millie and Meryl are introduce cuz it gives them attention (and not in a sexualized way :D). they're imposing their presence in that unusual place and I think that's cool -i like the people decided to divide among themselves part of the money, good for them
chap 2:
-ah yes, contrast my beloved
-ily millie
-i like that scene with the women pointing at vash every time I see it. the situation just sucks for everyone. the reader isn't mad at the women for pointing at him not mad at vash for not letting himself get killed. its also nice to see a lot of vash's personality on that. he lowkey tries to gaslight the women by saying he wouldn't want kids to see them with guns, he listens to them when they explain why they need the money, he defends himself when one of them is about to shoot and he doesn't fight them but tells them "I hear ya but I gotta go" and tears while doing so cuz the whole situation just sucks cuz if he could do both things (give up for them and keep looking for "him" he would)
chap 3
-WHY IS VASH SO STUPID/ affectionate
-TRIO TIMEEEEEEEEE :D THEY ARE ALL SO COOL AND HAPPY
chap 4
-i just love people ruining vash's plans when he wants to leave in a cool "I was never here" fashion
-"thats more than i deserved" :c
-vash trusting kids 100% without any question my beloved
chap 5
-nightow pls i wanna know WHOS TALKING
-yknow i think it was the fact that vash said "our arrival" that gave it away. i think a normal person with a normal lifespan would have just said "I wonder if our existence on this planet is a good thing" but maybe that's just me
-i like vash wearing casual clothes in his dream. the red coat is more like a battle uniform
-rem :3
-interesting that in the dream she falls down instead of him. i never noticed that before but ofc she is the one that falls down in the dream. it could have been vash but I feel that would have given the dream another meaning entirely. wow
-aw nononono dont cry :c nooooo
chap 6
-oh man you should have been faster with that lever
-i dont think they pay you enough for that but I respect it
-YEAHHHH VASH TO THE RESCUE
-"the scent of a woman" ok weirdo
-yes vash smack that child's head >:3
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dragonsmooch · 1 year
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“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.” ~skipper-self-shipper
Thank you, @skipper-self-shipper !!! This was a fun one :3
Foxy & Dragon scene (+ vague reference of friend’s OC) set vaguely in “my dear watson” setting, prompt “Damn— I'd hate to see the other guy”
Words: ~1098
One Dragon Watson knocked, just below a cardboard skull-and-crossbones, on a door tucked between Kids Cove and Superstar Daycare. A small prayer was sent to whatever deity would listen that the old fox would cooperate for once. A long shot, but, hope springs eternal or whatever. If he does, I can get in, get out and still have time to stop by P&S—
“The Cove be closed!”
A dramatic sigh escaped them. Of course. “It’s Watson,” they shouted through the door. “I’ll be in and out, I promise! Just need to switch props out for tomorr—”
“Don’ bother, laddie!”
“Kinda have to bother! Can you at least toss ‘em by the door? I won’t peek! …Foxy? …Foxy.” He wasn’t answering. They groaned. Removing their hat, they rested their forehead against the door. A cardboard edge brushed their temple. “C’mooon.”
Nothing.
Groaning more dramatically, they twisted around to lean backwards on the door. The back of their head softly thudded onto it. “Foooooxyyyyy.” Fingernails reached behind them to scratch at the door, like a lonely pet. “Let me innnnn.”
They were an employee, they could try to force their way in…
But, not only did they assume Foxy had measures in place to stop that, they also didn’t want to brush aside what little privacy he had. Faz Ent treats him poor enough, I don’t need to add on top of that. Maybe they could come back in half an hour, give him time to set the props out without them around to see. They waited a little bit more, just to see if he would comply. They were starting to think he was ignoring their presence entirely—when they were falling backwards, the door seemingly evaporated. “AAH—”
Their fall was thankfully interrupted, although the shell they collided with was hardly softer than the floor. “Yer a stubborn one,” Foxy barked. His hand steadied them on their feet.
“Look who’s talking—” Turning, Dragon paused when they finally got a good look at the captain. Coat torn, hook-hand detached… along with a good portion of that same arm. “Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“Dun worry yer lil skull, that pond smelt got wha' was comin’ t’ ‘im!”
They squinted at the rather squeaky jaw he was keeping mostly shut. It looked a bit off-kilter. They quickly came to a conclusion. “...another pirate duel?” Didn’t those two ever quit? Last time, Dragon had gotten stuck smack dab in the middle of a water gun fight. (Again.) “What’d you two do? I was on the third floor for like, barely half an hour!”
Foxy barked, stepping away from their reaching hand. “Ha! This ain’t th’ work of that yellow-bellied marlin—yer cap’n jus' took a long walk off a short plank!” He hobbled over (thu-thud, thu-thud) to settle on a stool. The action made him groan, despite not actually having old bones to ache. The missing pieces sat on a barrel, which he rested his arm on.
“You’re telling me you tripped and did this?”
“Rather you reckon that than reckon that sardine managed to get th’ upper-hand!”
That admission made them laugh. Of course he would. “You’re going to run out of fish to call him.”
���Plenty o’ fish in the sea.”
“True.” Reaching for a cardboard sign propped on the wall, Dragon paused. “What about the coat?”
“Adds t’ me rugged charm.” Foxy was now wholly focused on his work, shell open as his intact hand fiddled with wires. Even his eyepatch was raised, allowing both eyes a clear view.
Dragon realized quite suddenly, he probably shouldn’t be allowed to do that. Yet, here he was. Doing it right in front of them. Should they be honored by his trust, or fearful for their safety if they squealed? Both, maybe. They chose to be amused instead. So, instead of commenting on that, they pointed out, “It might get caught on stuff.”
“Aye,” he allowed.
“Do you have any extras?”
“Nah a clue, laddie.” Metal squeaked, his claws deftly twisting a screw. “Thar be many crates o’ junk in this ship’s cargo.”
Good luck finding anything in the warehouse. They eyed the torn fabric, jaw working. Sure, he could pass it off as an aesthetic… maybe. It was torn real bad. “...I could try to sew it up a bit?”
This earned Foxy’s gaze. His scrutiny rested heavily on them. Well, now I’m self-conscious. Even his tone held a bit of doubt as he prodded, “Ye offerin’ t' sew up me coat?”
“Yes?”
His gaze narrowed. “Yer cap’n’s jus’ supposed t' trust ye wit’ his coat?”
“I’m not saying it’s going to be perfect or anything, but it’s better than it flapping around all over and ripping more. Maybe I can see if my neighbor will let me use her sewing machine… or, it’d probably be better to let her use it…”
“Ye're nah takin’ me coat out o' the ‘Plex.”
That was fair enough. No guarantee it would come back, after all. The lack of trust wasn’t necessarily personal, they figured. Even if they proved they had the best of intentions, they could be fired tonight for the stupidest reason and unable to return. In fact, they were a bit worried they’d get flagged for inactivity right now…
“Bring needle n’ thread here,” Foxy continued, surprising them. A claw tapped his uncovered eye. “I’ll be keepin’ a close eye on ye… to make sure ye don’ try anythin’ fishy. Had enough ‘fishy business’ fer the week!” He barked, slapping the barrel at his own joke.
“You dork,” they laughed. Shaking their head, they began picking through cardboard and stands. They came in for a reason, after all. “I’ll work real careful and slow!”
“Yar har, o' course ye will! Otherwise I’ll use ye as scallywag fer the sharks!”
“Foxy, please stop tossing me into the pool, I really hate working my shift totally soaked…”
“Now ye know I can’t promise that, laddie… not when that oversized tuna be tryin’ t' plunder me loot an’ snatch me crew!”
“Aww, I’m part of your crew now? How sweet.”
“Every ship needs her swabby!”
Snort. “Great. Upgraded from chum to swabby.”
Despite knowing tomorrow brought more water guns and pool dives, by the sounds of it… Dragon left the captain’s quarters with a bounce in their step. He was such a character, and made such fun banter. No wonder he and his ‘rival’ had so many pirate duels…
Tag list: @void-kissed @goldenworldsabound @werewolfpine @bee-ships (no rush to read - and feel free to ask to be added or removed from this list!)  
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angelofbloodlust · 2 years
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alrighty, i have my Stranger Things OC ready for you...
sorry about that crappy drawing, i'm sure tumblr did the quality dirty as well
(this is how she looks when she arrives at california at the beginning of season 4)
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name:
-sofia marie gaines
nickname:
-sof-when el first met her, she told el to call her sof, since el was having a hard time saying sofia
gender:
-female, she/her
sexuality:
-lesbian and asexual (has no interest in having sex ever in her life)
age:
-14 as of season 4
love interest:
-el hopper (developed crush in season 1-finally got together season 4 vol. 2)
other information:
-back in season 1, right before el disappeared into the upside down, the demogorgon hit sofia and she roughly smacked her head against the wall. this resulted in some head trauma, which led her to stutter from then on.
-in season 4, she is arrested alongside el. the reasoning is, that despite not doing anything wrong, el's bullies blamed sofia for an "attack". the "attack" was just a couple of the bullies dragging sofia outside of the skating rink and beating her up because she tried to help el off the skating rink. they beat her because they thought it was "weird" that sofia would go to help el, calling her a "homosexual" and shaming her for it. even though sofia was the one who had the bruises and signs of harm on her, she was the one arrested for an "attack". she was told she would be sent to juvenile jail with el, until her parents could call in and get her sent back to hawkins. the only problem with this is that sofia has lived with robin since the byers moved away, because her parents tried sending her away to a conversion therapy center in another state. sofia ran away from home and robin let her into her home with open arms, which the buckley family has no problems with.
-after being found by owens and his men, he told some agents to take sofia back to the byers' house, telling her that he needed to speak with el. sofia was hesitant to leave, but el reassured her that she would be okay, and that she would see her soon. however, once out of el's sight, the agents started driving sofia a different way, not telling her where. they arrived at the secret bunker before el did, where they brought sofia to brenner. when she asked why she was brought there, they told her that she knew too much about el, and that she had to potential to be a great experiment. besides trying to run away, they drugged her and proceeded to prep her for experimentation. el was brought to a seperate area of the bunker, and neither her or owens were aware of sofia's presence in the bunker until vol. 2.
powers:
-after days of painful experimentation (which persisted of lots of injections, shocking, mental breakdowns, and different "medicines"), it was revealed that sofia (called '019' after painfully given the tattoo) had the ability to make things explode (cars, aircrafts, water tanks...even people) with her mind. this scares brenner, so he keeps a shock collar on her most of the time, which he uses unfairly. because of the use of the shock collar, el thinks she can sometimes hear someone screaming from off in the distance, but when she asks anyone about it, they deny that there is anyone else in the bunker.
-to help with sofia's power development, brenner would typically force sofia into a deprivation tank, and send high frequency sounds in so sofia couldn't focus on exploding people, and only focus on travelling in the minds of others. this has resulted in a deep fear of water and loud noises.
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i hope you enjoyed hearing about my sofia <3 can't wait to see what you think about her. if you have any questions about her, lemme know!
OH MY GOD SHES SO PRECIOUS IM GONNA SOB. I LITERALLY ADORE HER!!! This is the love interest El deserves <3 Mike can kindly leave
She has such an interesting backstory, I love it so much!! SO COOL. And the fact Robin took her in?? 🥺 SO CUTE
If you ever make more content with her PLEASE show me, seeing other people’s ST OCs makes me so happy! And if you think up more stuff you wanna tell me about her feel free to send that to me as well :)
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wooahaes · 2 years
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like anon said, nothing that happened was your fault. it’s never okay to do that, and you aren’t to blame in any way. i hope someday you can see someone who you can talk to and will actually help, but just know that you can talk to me if you ever want to ☺️
also YES about non sexual intimacy. i can’t explain how good it feels to read about characters bathing together just to be in each other’s presence. you have no idea how soft that stuff makes me. and where they’re just lying in bed without any clothes on, not for sexual reasons, but just to feel the other’s warmth and skin?? i’m passed out on the floor by then 🤧
anyways, take care!!!
thanks hon <3 it'll probably be a long time until i fully believe that myself. i'll keep that in mind.
(also i'm not going to answer anymore asks abt my trauma rn. if they get sent in, either they'll be left unanswered or they'll get deleted. i appreciate the kindness a lot though <3)
(also warning for nsfw topics getting discussed here???)
literally... the intimacy of just sharing a space together is... chefs kiss. skin to skin contact is so good. like i said, the sexual intimacy is cool and all but sometimes a bitch (me) is yearning to just be held.
honestly i wouldnt mind like... less "sexy" sexual stuff too if tht makes sense? like haha yeah kinky shit whatever but i think smut of two dorks just being in love and having fun w it is cute too. literally give me some losers just having giggly loving sex and being in love w each other.
ok nsfw (not explicit rly??? theres one joke in the snippit i shared) but. this is an excuse to pull up my own stupid writing (between two ocs).
context: they had planned for some kinkier shit (blindfolding, handcuffs, some degradation + some praise, some play w toys), one of them safewords bc theres overstim that she can't handle that night, and it devolves into just. two idiots in love boning.
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She laughed a little at the notion. "Loser," she reached up, finding his shoulders and gently pulling him forward. "Take this off. I wanna see you."
Icarus reached forward, gently undoing the tie from around her head, and tossing it aside. She blinked a few times as her eyes grew adjusted to the dim light, and then she smiled at him.
"Hi."
He smiled at her, "Hi."
"You come here often?" She giggled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. 
"No," he hummed, "but you will."
She gently smacked his shoulder. "That was awful." Ophelia ran her thumb across the apple of his cheek, smiling at him, "I'm sorry I ruined your scene." When he was at a loss for words, she leaned up to press another kiss against his lips. "You can move, if you want."
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just. idk. theyre soft and i think abt this lil thing i wrote sometimes. its oldish and not good but idk i like them being in love. it just feels hard to find stuff where it feels like love and not just lust. i think livvie's writing is the only thing thats hit that sweet spot for me, but admittedly i avoid any smut that has 0 warnings on it or any smut with choking/hair pulling warnings which is......... idk more common than u would think. nothing wrong w pure lust stuff, but idk im a domestic bitch who likes the idea of sex being intimate personally lmao thats just me tho !! <3
also icarus is not his real first name. its cameron. he just goes by icarus more often bc hes a loser who went 'it sounds cooler' lmao (it IS his middle name tho bc his mom was like... artsy as fuck) ive had this oc since i was like 13 and i still love his stupid ass.
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