#IT ALL FADES TO BLACK 😩

[planet-dusk]

Mirror sex with Hyunjin!! Being able to see his gorgeous face while he fucks you from the back, he's so pretty😩‼️

🏷️ hwang hyunjin x fem!reader. cw ; dom!hyunjin, fuckboy!hyunjin, mirror sex ofc, unprotected sex, dubcon elements, degradation, dirty talk abt forced breeding, pet names: doll, name calling: slut, whore ( 576 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

“would you look at that, doll. prettier than any picture.”

he was, of course, referring to the way his cock slid in and out of your slick cunt. his eyes hadn’t left the sight since he’d first buried himself into your tight heat. but your gaze was focused on his face instead: his perfect profile, beautiful features twisted in pleasure.

black strands of hair stuck to his damp skin. if it wasn’t for his large hand pressing down between your shoulder blades you’d attempt to twist around and lick the sharp slant of his jawline.

“filthy slut, letting me hit it raw.” hyunjin punctuated his words with a slap to your ass. you clenched around his cock, every ridge and vein causing delicious friction. you knew he was a fuckboy and you should know better than to have him use you like this… but the memory of his gorgeous face lighting up when he spilled onto your back was enough to throw all care out of the window again.

“bet you wouldn’t even protest if i didn’t pull out.” he wrapped an arm around your torso and lifted you up, your sweaty back pressed against his chest. the change in angle and the risqué suggestion had you gush around him. hyunjin laughed. “i knew it. sluts like you get their brains fucked out once and they turn into cum-hungry whores. what do you think, should i give you what you want?”

“n-no,” you stammered, just lucid enough to know this would be a terrible idea, ignoring the spark of heat in your tummy rearing its ugly head. 

hyunjin hummed and grabbed your chin, tilting your face towards the mirror. 

“do you see my cock? see how wet it is? that’s all on you, doll. you wanted this.”

heat flooded your cheeks at the sight of your bodies tangled together. hyunjin slowed down, pulling out as far as he could. his impressive length glistened with your juices. even if you hadn’t been able to see it the wet sounds would’ve told you enough. you were thoroughly soaking him. 

“hyune, we shouldn’t…“

“we shouldn’t. but we can.”

his hand slipped down to rub circles on your clit, your trembling body fidgeting in his tight grip. for the first time you wished he wasn’t this perceptive. regretted how he could read your body so well. how he left no doubts about feeling your orgasm approaching fast. 

“your mouth’s saying something different than this tight pussy’s telling me.” hyunjin’s hand around your chin moved down to your throat, fingers flexing in time with the fluttering of your cunt around him. “so who’s speaking the truth?” 

“hyun-ah!” you managed to whimper before his fingers found their way into your mouth, effectively silencing your pleading no’s. the twitching of his cock inside you told you he was close, too. it was that thought — the idea of his cum filling you up and leaking down your trembling legs — that pushed you over the edge. 

one, two, three, four thrusts. hyunjin pulled out, white ropes of cum painting your lower back as he stroked himself to completion, your empty pussy clenching around nothing. 

a pang of disappointment rekindled the heat in your gut, embarrassment mixing with the afterglow of your fading orgasm. hyunjin’s dark eyes found yours in the mirror. a smug grin now graced his features and he nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot on your skin. 

“thought so.”

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[f4irycafe]

okay but imagine u dressed up as a cute bunny and u have a skirt on that barely covers ur ass for ur costume all pretty n white and eren goes as a COD character (ik so basic im srry) , but y’all have just been so drunk and high and horny the whole night at jeans party that eventually he just takes you into the bathroom, balls ur skirt up in his fist and gives you the most mind numbing back shots. im talking his foot is up on the toilet cuz he needs leverage to drill tf outta yo shitttt. his pants r on the floor so u can perfectly see his v-line fade into his black wife beater in the mirror👹 his fingers r hooked inside ur mouth n he’s telling u to “take it like a good bitch.” and “fuckkk you look so pretty on daddy’s cock” and when he’s done he’ll lick up his mess and park you ddy. y’all leave to go home for round 2 pretty soon after that 😳😩

#eren cafe <3 #eren x black reader #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren fluff #eren smut #eren headcanons #eren x oc #eren x reader smut #eren x y/n #aot x reader #aot x poc!reader #aot x black reader #aot fluff #aot smut #happy halloweekend whores 😘 #jean smut #armin smut

[dilfl0v3rss]

aran fucking yn's shit up after he saw her purposely flirting with other guys😜

aran so mf fine yall like ughhhh😩😩

you had told this man over and over again that you did not want to be at this damn party. aran has been practicing nonstop and when he’s not practicing he’s playing in his matches so you wanted to take this night to spend time with your man, but of course he wasn’t having that. “ma we just beat our rivals, we gotta go” he said as he brushed his waves in the mirror. his muscular tattooed back facing you as he stood in just his sweatpants. you were in the bed, his t shirt covering most of your body as you sat on your knees staring at him. “pa i want us t’stay here tonightttt. let’s watch movies and have sex” you whined, making aran chuckle in the mirror before turning around and approaching you. his happy trail in your face as he held your head up by your chin. “we can watch movies and have sex another night mama. tonight we going to celebrate the win.”

now you were here, perched on your boyfriends lap as he talked about the highlights of the game with his teammates. “they was getting mad when me and aran kept scoring off of our serves” atsumu said, aran, osamu, and suna chuckling as they thought back to the game. “yea i saw them arguing in the middle of the court. looked like they was damn near ready to fight” aran said, his big hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he spoke. you doubt that he knew it, but he was making you incredible horny. his freshly faded hair along with his tight black shirt and grey sweats. his black cat jordan’s tapping on the floor as he spoke. his muscular brown arms with tattoos dancing along the skin and his big strong hands playing with the fat of your thighs. he was driving you nuts. you slowly leaned your head down to his ear, your tone sweat and low as you caressed the nape of his neck. “daddy i wanna fuck” you whispered.

all aran gave as a reply was a quick “later ma” before continuing on with his conversation. anger rushed through your veins as you quickly got up and walked away. “what’s wrong wit her?” atsumu mumbled as he watched you storm off deeper into the party. aran just rolled his eyes. “don’t worry bout it bro. she just in one of her moods” as aran continued on being a dickhead, you made your way to the kitchen for a couple drinks. “if ima be here all night i might as well” you mumbled as you poured yourself a hefty cup of what looked like pink whitney. you were halfway done with your cup when you realized you left your phone with aran. “fuck” you said as you began your journey over to him. however, you were stopped in your tracks as you witnessed a group of girls in his and his friend’s faces. atsumu was already making his way upstairs with two as well as osamu with another two while the other four were of course in your man’s face.

“we love watching you play, you’re so talented aran really!” one girl said, her group of friends nodding along to what she was saying, giggling as aran gave her a kind smile from his seat on the couch. “preciate it. glad y’all liked the show” you didn’t even care about the phone anymore. all you thought about was revenge as you went right to the dining room. some if his teammates were there playing pong so you knew it was the perfect place to get aran’s attention. “can i play?” you asked, your sweet voice catching the attention of almost every man in the room. “f’course y’can pretty. you on my team” a guy said. he was cute, tall, lightskin with curly hair. typical fuckboy, but you didn’t care. ‘must be on the football team’ you thought as you noticed the school logo they all got tattooed on his upper arm. you smiled as you approached him, telling him your name before the two of you approached the table.

of course aran’s teammates snitched on you. they were loyal to your boyfriend. plus, you needed them to tell anyways so you can carry out with your revenge. after you, and who you came to know as malik, won another game you raised your hands in the air, purposely bouncing your breasts in “excitement” before giving him a big hug. his muscular body making it hard for you to even wrap your arms around him fully. as the two of you released each other, you felt malik lightly tap your shoulder. “you wanna go upstairs” he whispered. your pretty face making him weak for you as he practically begged you to go with him with his eyes. you were going to shoot him down gently, but your words were cut off by the sound of a deep voice behind you. “nah she good, we boutta leave anyways” aran said, leaving no room for complaint as he took your arm and walked you out of the party.

“got me fucked up” he mumbled as he opened the passenger door for you to get in the car. you slowly sat down, waiting for him to get to his side before you opened your mouth to speak. without looking at you aran spoke instead. “don’t say nun. just take what i give you at the house” his words brought a smirk to your face as aran started his car and began driving the both of you home. the ride was silent and so was the walk into your bedroom. the only sounds coming from either of you were small clanks and clothes shuffling as you changed into one of his t shirts. “take that off” aran mumbled, eyes trained on you as he pointed at the black fabric covering your body. “why? i always wear your shirts to bed” you whined, earning you a stern look as aran made his way towards you. “you not going to bed”

before you could reply, the shirt was snatched off of you. aran pushed you down on the bed before slowly getting on his knees. “if you cum before i say, ima spank you” he mumbled before immediately getting to work. your back arched off the bed at the sudden action. the wetness of his tongue bringing a cool feeling to your clit as he payed close attention to your entrance. he fucked with with his wet mussel, aran’s long tongue giving you the most pleasure you’ve had in days as you kept your legs wide open for him. you moved your hands towards his hair, but they were pulled back down and held on your stomach by one of his hands. aran quickly got back to eating, this time focusing on your clit while breaching your entrance with two thick fingers.

he sucked on your clit delicately before flicking his tongue all around it. “fuck a-aran it feels so good” he replied with a “mhm”, the vibrations of his deep voice making your pussy flutter around his fingers. he knew you weren’t going to last much longer, so to punish you he worked harder. aran’s fingers moved deeper into you as he tongue kissed your clit. his wet tongue swirling all over the bud as he continued humming into your pussy. “shit….wait daddy m’finna….oh my god arannn” your orgasm hit you hard. your legs shaking rapidly as your release shot out of you and all over aran’s face. he stood up, dick fighting against the cotton of his sweats as aran walked towards his dresser.

too in a daze to understand what was going on, you mindlessly let him turn you on your stomach when he came back. ass high in the air as you instantly arched your back as deep as you could. “so needy” he mumbled before taking both of your hands and putting them behind your back. aran attached the fur handcuffs to your wrists before rubbing his big hands all over your ass. occasionally spreading you to get a good look at your awaiting pussy. “you like t’get me mad baby?” you figured now would be the best time to answer truthfully, the yearning for another orgasm clouding your brain as you quickly replied with the truth. “mhm….wanted you t’fuck me” a smile graced aran’s features as he listened to you snitch on yourself. you were such a slut for his dick you had no problem telling him all your sins in hopes that he’ll fuck you.

“so you flirting wit other niggas just so daddy could fuck this pretty pussy?” you replied with a quick “mhm” earning you a hard slap to your ass. aran would usually start of lighter and build up to harder slaps, but tonight he had no patience for it. a loud whine rang through the room as you wiggled your ass at the contact. the flesh already heating up from the force of his hand. he spanked you two more times, each so hard that you knew you’d have a big handprint there in the morning. “that’s not nice mama. if i say no, you supposed to be a good girl and respect that. not go out and be a brat so you could get what you want” you felt no remorse from his words and he could tell by the way your pussy began to leak as he spoke. you were just ready to get fucked. “m’sorry daddy” you said in a sultry tone, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you repeatedly clenched your pussy. aran smirked at the action, giving you another three hard slaps to each of your cheeks.

the volume of your whines increased as you grew restless from the lack of attention to your aching core. “daddy please fuck me. m’so wet please please please” there’s was nothing in this world aran wanted more than to fuck you silly right now. his dick was so hard his precum leaked through his boxers and sweatpants, a small wet patch pointed towards your pussy as if his dick were chasing you. “you gon be good f’me-” “yess! yes i’ll be so good f’you papa” you yelled into your pillow as you wiggled your ass in anticipation. aran slowly freed his dick from his sweats, his tip almost red from how neglected he’s left himself. his precum had the whole top half of him wet at he lined it up with your awaiting pussy. aran knew he shouldn’t be fucking you right now. he should be stroking himself to his release while keeping you face down in the pillow with nothing so you could learn to stop playing with him, but he was so weak for you sometimes it made him sick.

he sunk into you fully, giving you no time to adjust as he began hungrily pounding you into the mattress. he was just as pent up and horny as you right now and all he couldn’t think of was his release. “fuck fuck fuckk…ma you so damn wet” he groaned, his dick twitching repeatedly as he felt your wet walls clench around him. “daddy i love you so much….wont do it again shittt” aran knew you were lying through your teeth, but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. fucking you with so much vigor your headboard began to slam into the wall. “s’my pussy right mama? say it f’me” the cuffs around your wrists clanked together repeatedly as you tried your best not to reach for him. he was just fucking you so good you needed something to grab. aran noticed this and once again, spoiled you by holding both of your hands in his. he began hitting you deeper, his dick hitting your g spot as you screamed out your response. “yesss fuckkk. this your pussy daddy please m’gonna cummm”

the constant stimulation to your g spot made your legs shake as your orgasm began to rush out of you. clear liquid flying everywhere, wetting aran’s six pack and some of his chest while the rest of it soaked the bed under you. the sight made him weak in the knees as he felt his dick twitch for the final time inside of you before he came as well. “shit ma” he moaned as he spilled his seed deep into you, heavy hand giving you light slaps on the ass while aran moaned about how much he loved you. before you knew it the both of you hit the bed, passed out in pure bliss.

aran was first to wake up, slowly removing the cuffs from your wrist and throwing them somewhere in the room before pulling your body onto his chest. you stirred awake, lifting your head a little to give him a kiss before laying back down his chest. “m’sorry for flirting with another guy. i really won’t do it again” you whispered but aran heard you. giving you a kiss on the forehead while rubbing his hand up and down your back. “s’okay ma, we can talk about it inna mornin” and gave him a quiet “kay” before kissing his chest and letting sleep take the both of you again.

#aran x black!reader #aran smut #aran ojiro x black!reader #aran x black reader #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro x black y/n #aran x black y/n #aran ojiro smut #haikyu smut #haikyu x black reader #haikyu x black!reader #haikyu x black y/n

[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

#asks #anon #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #la signora x reader #signora x reader #la signora smut #signora smut #does it count as pet play if she just thinks shes Better Then You #signora has an ego and shes going to weaponize it #give her an inch and shes putting a collar on you (please) #but also some of yall clocking my favs too easily PLEASE..... #i am a simple lesbian i see pretty women w questionable morals i get on my knees and bark #somehow signora is softer then arle though lbr. signora is like 50/50 soft vs rough okay #other times shes going 2 fuck ur brains out hope u learn real quick how to tell her mood that day #signora being a gentle lover is so personal to me though likeeee okay......... #she can be sweet when she wants to you just gotta get thru the 500 layers of trauma and Anger first #smth smth not letting herself love ppl who burn too easily or smth idk im just here to get railed #anyway does she need another dog. i can bark. i can do tricks. #passes out

[shawtuzi]

more of plug eren plssss it was too good 😩😩

OFCCCC

this might be a little messy and rushed but i hope y’all like it </3

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!eren loves buying you different kinds of jewelry his favorite being the silver anklet with a small e dangling from it. he loves the way it jingles ever so softly by his ear whenever he’s got you on your back legs up in the air. ah yes he loves that anklet very much but the tennis necklace that sits so pretty on your neck is a close second

- whenever you sleepover at his apartment (which is almost every night) he’s always the first to wake up and does his daily wake and bake. he ofc has another blunt set aside for when you wake up knowing you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for smoking without you

- i don’t see him being much of a drinker for obvious reasons but when he does drink girl he is a SLUT!!! give this man a couple shots of hennessy and he’ll have you folded in a mating press whining and bitching about how much he wants to cum in you and how much he loves you. get him cross faded and he’ll become the definition of a service dom, giving you multiple orgasms until you have to tap out only for him to breathlessly plead in your ear, “c’mon baby just one more time you feel so fucking good”

- plug!eren’s first post with the two of you on his ig is captioned “me & my bitch” and this man genuinely thought he was being romantic and still does to this day so he refuses to change it

- plug!eren will never admit it to anyone except you ofc but he loves baking. you don’t know when he got into it or why but he loves it and he infuses everything obviously. you tried making a simple red velvet with him one night and everything was going fine until you suggested the two of you have some wine while you wait which lead to eren suggesting a quickie which lead to the poor cake slowly burning while eren had your face pushed in his mattress

- KING OF BACKSHOTS!!!! omfg the way he can reach so deep and bump against that special spot with every stroke is straight up insanity. he def does the thing where he holds his shirt up with his teeth so he can see himself fucking into you

- don’t even think about buying from another plug or even a dispensary plug!eren considers it cheating but 10x worse

- “where did you get that?” eren asked referring to the disposable pen you were holding. “umm….connie….” you mumbled looking everywhere but eren’s face. “wow y/n just wow” he huffed crossing his arms an adorable pout on his face. you learned that day that plug!eren is very possessive over his clientele especially you

- baby boy secretly loves to be praised whether it’s about his looks, his performance in bed, or how good his weed is he just loves hearing good things about himself

- is the type to grab you by your throat/jaw and say “stop playin’ with me” whenever ur acting bratty and then gives u a lil kiss on the lips to let you know you’re gonna get ur way. he just cannot help but spoil you his woman deserves the finest of everything in this world

- your contact name in his phone is “wife” and the contact picture is a pic of you sleeping clutching onto the hello kitty plushie he bought for you

- plug!eren absolutely adores having slow sensual sex while he’s high!!! he loves having you ride him omfg the way he’s able to slowly run his hands over your body and admire the pretty fucked out look on your face <333 the dirty talk is elite as well and don’t even get me started on his facial expressions

- “fuuuck you feel so good baby” eren rasped using what little strength he had to bounce you on his dick. you couldn’t even reply your mind too foggy to come up with a response all you could muster were tiny moans and whines. he looked so pretty. his brows were furrowed and his nose was scrunched homeboy was completely basked in the feeling of your pussy. “this fucking pussy i swear y/n i’m gonna fuck a kid in you if you keep squeezin’ me like that” *screams internally*

- loves to roll blunts on you. he’ll roll up on your tits, back, ass, stomach it doesn’t matter he just loves to do it

- plug!eren doesn’t like to share as we all know but there was this one time you convinced him to watch you and mikasa fool around and he liked it way more then he admitted. smoking a blunt and watching the two women he trusted more than anything make out and touch each other??? yeah he loved it but don’t worry eren knew good and well his dick belonged to you and would never think about be intimate with another woman even if you were okay with it no one compares to his pretty lil gf </3

#eren <3 #my writing #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot eren #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yeager imagines #eren jaeger imagines #plug!eren

[ze0re]

❝ 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐁❞ - 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒. 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅. 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑. 𝐡𝐜

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ fingering, oral, MANHANDLING, bottom!reader, top!toji, top!gojo, top!sukuna, black!reader

𝐀𝐍. dude. episode two…had my toes curled and backed arched. Mappa is feeding us good with Toji content 😩

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱

- 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Being rivals with Fushiguro wasn't all that fun you would say.

It would always be insults thrown at one another, gun fights, physical fights, arguing and overall a bunch of nonsense. But…you do kinda have to admit this little rivalry you both have does cause some sexual attraction between you both.. you'll be lying if you didn't say he was an attractive guy with that slutty waist of his. Toji can say the same for you, you’re an very attractive women with a nice ass- in all truth be told he might've taken a peek or two whenever you guys were fighting but you don't know that and he's gonna keep it that way.

You and Toji were yet in another fight. Apparently says someone put a bounty on your head worth millions, of course he wasn’t gonna kill you because if he did he wouldn’t have anyone else to fight :( or fuck for that matter…You were first to swing which he of course dodged it by grabbing your wrist flicking it downwards an attempt to break it but you were quick enough to get your kick in kicking him good in his mouth, you scoffed feeling his hand release from your wrist towards his mouth stumbling back to recollect himself, he wiped his thumb across his bottom lip looking down to see faded blood on the skin, he scoffed. "You doing okay over there? It was just a small little kick. It couldn't possibly have made you stumble back like that, yeah?" You teased with a raised brow, he grinned wiping his mouth clean, "Shouldn't have done that.” You scoffed standing back up getting into your fighting position, "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, Fushiguro.”

You shouldn't have said that.

Almost in an instant he struck back, it was so fast you barely had time to react. It was swing after swing you couldn't get any of your attacks in, when he saw an opening he smirked swinging his punch towards your face perfectly hitting you in your mouth making you stumble back cussing under your breath wiping your mouth with your sleeve, before you know it you felt him push you against the old table pinning you against it with your chest laying on the surface hands pinned behind your back. You growled trying to get out of his hold pulling as hard as you can but due to Toji being more bigger and stronger than you it was no use. But that didn’t make you give up you kept trying to get your hands free, even lifting yourself up only to get slammed back onto the table with a grunt freezing in place feeling his clothed member push up against your butt with his chest on top of your back,"What happened?" He teased, you scowled trying to get your hands free again but from the tight hold he has on you, you didn't get anywhere. "Let me go Fushiguro." You struggled to say holding back an obvious moan when you felt his member rub more against your ass, he raised a brow catching the slight struggle of the sentence. "Ha? You sure you want me to let you go?" He said with a low voice, you hated the fact that you clenched around the air feeling butterflies enter your stomach.

Shit are you getting horny during a fight? He smirked upon hearing you stay quiet before he bucked his hips more into you slighting, grinding his dick against you hearing the choked moan leave you, “I think i got my answer don't you think?" He purred as you 're starting to lose focus by how good this feeling was, you 're supposed to be fighting not being horny! But shit you couldn't help it, him having you pinned like this with him behind you made your body hot. "You know, i will admit you look pretty hot like this, being pinned with me behind you practically giving me a chance to do whatever i want with you." He whispered, you groaned at the slight dirty words that was said, you were like a prey that got captured by the predator who was hungry for you..starving for you. Toji looked down at you with a lustful gaze and smirk on his face.

You jerked forward feeling his hand go to your ass, trailing his fingertips down to the hem of your pants, before he moved any further he leaned towards your ear, "You want this?" In an instant you nodded your head, you couldn't take this anymore you wanted him inside you right now. “Yes. please i want you inside now." You whimpered, you didn't care if you took a 180 turn from your mood you wanted to be fucked. Again. When he heard the green for go he roughly tugged down your pants along with your panties exposing your lower half to him, he ran his hands to his pants pulling his pants down along with his boxers taking his dick in his hand slowly stroking himself with small groans leaving his mouth, You started to get impatient from the long wait, you whined from the emptiness and cold as you backed your hips back against him. He chuckled, "So impatient," He groaned, "Finna ruin you baby." Almost immediately when he got done prepping himself you felt his tip enter your hole, you breathed in letting your head relax on the table with moans leaving your mouth feeling him push more lengths into you, gripping your waist pushing you all the way down on his dick moaning loudly in response clenching your hands into fists. He smirked feeling you tighten around him,

"You're gonna wish you kept that mouth shut princess"

- 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Being Satoru’s rival was extremely annoying.

And you being short tempered with him knowing that was just the extra spice to end it all, everyday he would always test you on your worst days, pushing you pass your limits with the right amount of his bullshit. Sometimes you wished and prayed he wasn't the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer because if he wasn't you would've kicked his shit right about now but unfortunately he is the strongest in the world and if you even tried you would’ve gotten denied instant with his force shield fuck thing that let’s nothing touch him unless he turns it off. Another part of being his rival is that you two have history...you know THAT kind of history, till this day tension is still there between the both of you which obviously pissed you off even more.

maybe because you haven’t been laid in awhile?

You both were training together since you guys had an upcoming mission with the 1st years to collect Sukunas finger.. and the training wasn't going as plan as you thought. You were out of breath as you tried to keep up with Gojo, at this point he didn't even have to train he was literally the strongest fucking sorcerer!.

You growled under your breath as you moved your eyes around the training room to see if you can find the bastard. "Come out Satoru! I don't have the fucking time for this." You snarled feeling your blood start to boil, you again scanned the area to see where he was before abruptly moving your head hearing him chuckle somewhere, "Aww come on (Y/N), getting mad already?" He teased, before you had the chance to respond you felt him push you to the ground pinning your hands above your head looking at you through his white hair with a grin.

You scoffed at the sneak shot trying to move from under him only for him to tighten his grip, "If you calm down i'll let you go." You glared at him with a scowl, "Fuck you.” Satoru raised a brow with a small pout, "Hey now, that was mean." You only continued to glare at him trying to yet get from under him, he had your arms pinned to the mat with him hovering over you staring at you through his bangs with those... beautiful stupid blue eyes. You couldn't help but feel vulnerable under him- to be honest it was kinda hot having him stare down at you like that, you groaned in defeat giving up your fight since you're literally getting nowhere. He hummed spotting the change of mood, "Hmm? You done fighting doll?" Here he goes with the nickname.. that stupid nickname that always made butterflies appear in your stomach, you continued to glare at him but soon widened your eyes feeling his knee push up against you, "Now now...what's with the glare (N/N)?" He questioned pressing his knee more into you, you choked a gasp feeling his free hand trail down to your stomach lifting your tank top to reveal some bits of your stomach placing his fingers against your skin. Revealing the past hickeys he left on you two weeks ago.

He grinned seeing you start to give in to him by the way your body is reacting to him, like always "You look so vulnerable under me..giving me the chance to do whatever to you." He mumbled, you hummed in response clenching and unclenching your fists as his knee moved. You were starting to forget you were supposed to be training and not being horny but honestly you weren't complaining...not one bit. it's been two weeks since you've gotten laid.. even if you two are. "Rivals" it doesn't take away the fact of how fine he is- i mean you say you don't like him but in reality it was a lie. You two may have history but shit..right now you didn't care for anything you were too focused on the pleasure you were receiving, you needed him again- fuck you we’re desperate for him, “You know (Y/N), been wanting to shut you up for past week." He said and you furrowed your eyebrows

"What?" He chuckled lowly, trailing his fingertips down from your stomach to the hem of your pants playing with it, "Every time you would talk shit towards me l've been wanting to shut you up hint to why i haven’t been fucking you. And now.. here we are, all quiet now huh?" You hated how he was right but also pissed that, that was the reason why you haven’t gotten laid. You were dead silent as the pleasure kept coming, your mind wasn't even focus on that it was focus on wanting him to do something, "Satoru please do something.” You quietly groaned trying to get some friction in your lower area, he raised a brow biting the inside of his cheek seeing how desperate you're becoming, “You want me to do something? After how mean you were treating me?" He questioned, you whined in frustration,

"Toru please? I’m sorry just please do something. I miss you." Satoru hummed with a smirk “Aww you miss me?” You nodded squirming under him like a desperate puppy. “You want me to do something?" In an instant you nodded your head again bucking your hips up against his knee, fuck..the faces you’re making is making this more difficult for him. How could he deny you when you look so desperate and cute like this? He smirked, "Okay then.” You watched as he unpinned your arms, digging into his pants pocket to pull out his blindfold. Before you could question him he was already tying the blindfold over your eyes as you were now facing darkness.

You jerked forward feeling his warm hands slide down your stomach to the hem of your pants pulling them off along with your panties exposing yourself to him, you felt a chill go down your spine feeling the cold air hit your pussy. He cussed yo himself feeling his pants tighten at the sight of you, “Such a pretty pussy..” He smirked starting to rub you, you let out a breathy moan feeling his fingers rub against your folds. "You got hot just by my knee being pressed against you?" He teased feeling how wet you already were, you groaned in embarrassment but got choked up with a gasp feeling one of his fingers slide into you pumping it in and out, "You're tight too hm?" You balled up your fists as you felt him pump into you over and over again having nothing to grip on. He watched as his finger slid in and out of you perfectly feeling his dick get hard, fuck he wanted to taste you so fucking bad. He cursed under his breath, taking out his finger replacing it with his tongue flicking against your folds as you jerked up from the sudden surprise, he smirked against you feeling you grip his hair as you moaned out his name bending your knees up. "Fuck Toru.." You squeezed your eyes shut focusing on the rhythm of his tongue tugging his head down more into you, he gripped your thighs groaning at the taste of you coat his tongue.

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

- 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

"Damn you Ryomen.” You hissed, feeling his sharp black nails dig into your neck as his hands were wrapped around your throat, Sukuna chuckled dangerously low staring into those (E/C) eyes of yours, “You decided to leave a scar on my face. I'm only doing you a favor my Akuma” He smirked, you snarled under your breath feeling his nails dig deeper into your skin prickling some drops of blood from it, "Bastard." Sukuna sighed staring at you with a lazy gaze, "Are you done throwing these pathetic insults?. It's only making you weaker than you already are," He was really testing your mood right now, you're only weak because you had just gotten some bits of your power back and in that process it makes you weak which he obviously took advantage of, "I'm only weak because i got some of my power back, i'm pretty sure if i wasn't right now i would've kicked your ass right about now Sukuna." He tsked, "Tch, watch that mouth of yours." You glared at him, "Or what? Gonna kill me? Well guess what genius i'm as powerful as you..you can't kill me even if you tried." You whispered staring straight into his red eyes as they stared back into yours with a glare,

You were playing a dangerous game with him while being useless right now but you didn't give a damn, he was testing your limits and you were sick of it. You know how Sukuna is..a sadistic demon that gets what he wants all the time, he could only take so much before he actually does something that you wish you would've kept your mouth shut but for you? You were also a curse..you could get away with anything when it came to him. He couldn't kill you or hurt you because you could just regenerate just like him, plus he never has intentions on hurting you. That’s why he barely does anything to you unless you test his limits and that's what you're doing right now. Messing with his patience, you knew when he was gonna explode and the timer was ticking by the second ready to explode.

"You’re playing a very dangerous game while being weak right now.” He mentioned and you scoffed, "Even if i am weak i'll speak my mind if i have to.” He raised a brow, “You just never shut up do you?" He whispered lowly removing his hand from your neck finally freeing you from his hold, now moving his hand to be placed on the side of your head as he leaned forward to the point you felt his breath hit your lips, you continued to maintain that eye contact with him watching him closely, reading to see what he's gonna do. You've been in this position with him before it's nothing new and it'll always..work. Real story short you and him have some tension, sexual tension to the point it causes you both to go at each others throat till you both give in honestly, at this point he should just ask you to be his Queen but of course since it's Sukuna he'll never ask such a thing. Your breath hitched as you felt how close his mouth was to yours, any minute the gap between you both would close.

He smirked seeing your eyes move between his eyes and his mouth, "You gonna keep staring or actually do it?" His voice echoed, you scoffed, "Shut up." You mumbled before closing the gap between you both, sooner or later it was gonna lead up to this again but for now you're just gonna enjoy the moment. The kiss was rough yet nice feeling him instantly slide his tongue in making you moan wrapping your arms around his neck as he smirked into the kiss trailing his hands from your waist to your ass picking you up with no problem wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed your back against the wall. You softly groaned into his mouth feeling him pull back leaning down to attack your neck with his marks, "Just like that kuna..” You let your head fall back against the wall feeling his fangs slightly bite your skin, he chuckled feeling your hands move up to grip his hair,

He moved from your neck kissing down towards your exposed shoulder blade then to your open breast leaving hickeys along them, you arched your back feeling him squeeze your ass. "Stop teasin." You scowled seeing him pull back from your breasts to look up at you with messy hair and a devilish smirk, “You love it when i tease you.” You rolled your eyes, “I admit i do but right now i want you to fuck me..it's been too long Kuna." You teaseling whimpered in his ear soon smirking hearing him growl gripping your thighs, "Now you want me to fuck you?" You nodded with a fake pout looking into his red eyes, "Please?" He stared into your eyes before he scoffed before backing up to bring you to the bed which you secretly celebrated to, "I'm not going easy on you." You rolled your eyes in response trailing your hands to his hair tugging it down harshly leaning in hovering your lips with his.

“Do your worse.”

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PLEASEEEE, I need more of Lana Del Rey vinyl coded men a.k.a Philips Graves and Captain Price (maybe a 'million dollar man' inspired(?) fic) if you're still taking request or not busy 🫦🫦 everytime I listen to her, all I can think about are these fine men 😩 your writing is EVERYTHING btw, chef's kiss 👌 also, don't forget to take care of yourself!!! 🫶

(I'll be 🧸 anon if you don't mind 👼)

Look like a million dollar man — captain john price / f!reader 

— “you're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man”

summary : price takes you to an opera and fucks you in the backseat of his bentley after pairings : captain john price / reader fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii pairing :  f!reader /  captain john price rating : e for explicit, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : graphic descriptions of sex, cursing tags : female parts, kissing, making out, praise kink, size kink, sugar daddy vibes, papa smurf takes you to an opera  alternative title : the cod : mw ii men as lana del rey songs, vol.ii song used for inspiration : million dollar man by lana del rey

01| You stared at your face in the bright, fogged bathroom mirror. This must be a dream. You thought, staring back at the dress, the earrings, the bracelet— everything was bought and gifted to you by Price, right down to the skin. Subsumed, like Venice, into his world. This wasn’t all of it. One last parcel laid unopened by the foot of your bed. The pristine, white bow holding it together gracefully. You glanced worriedly by the window, swallowing your nerves to unwrap it, knowing John would be here soon. When the Bentley pulled up by your driveway, you were already by the door, still adjusting the heels. He was in a black wool overcoat: double-breasted, with gold outlines around the buttons, scarf draped over his shoulders. He lit a cigar and smiled at you: eyes crinkling by the corners with mirth. They paused to admire the necklace : the centerpiece to the carefully crafted costume Price had catered for your date tonight. You released the trembling breath you didn’t know you were holding.

02| He doesn’t start the car right away, lingering to watch you. John didn’t need to say anything. You can tell from the look in his eyes, the hitch in his breath as he cups your cheek to stroke the skin with his thumb. Yet he compliments you anyway. The warmth of his hand as they helped you down the stone steps earlier, still stubbornly clinging onto your fingers. You look exquisite. You hide your smile, and he tips your chin his way, angling your face as if to kiss you — only to retract, starting the car and letting the hum reverberate down the interior. Knowing that if he were to kiss you now, you'd never make it on time.

03| You looked down at the crashing ocean of people beneath. Bright dresses and black tuxedos. The flash of gold and expensive watches and sharp eyes. Above the house, lights started to fade. The sound of shifting fabric dwindled down to a monotonous murmur. You smiled, sinking into the glamor, entertained by the show of music and plot. And in the periphery of your mind, you stole a few glances at John. With your arm around his, resting atop the soft fabric of his suit, he chose you over the performance. You joked that he should pay attention, or else that would be at least a hundred worth of pounds down the drain. He let out a small smile. Thousands, actually. John didn't look the slightest bit remorseful.  04| By the end of the night, draped in his coat, you descend into his cologne — it’s aromatic. He tells you it has patchouli oil from leaves grown in Sumatra. Clove bud oil from Zanzibar, bay oil from the East Indies. Cinnamon and Carnation. Your head feels heady as you parade past the crowd. People were looking, eying you — eying John in an almost envious and approving way. How could they not stare, love? It’s true. The jewelry should be under a sport of lights and protected behind a ten millimetre thick glass instead of around your chest, cold and heavy, sporting two emeralds, hundreds of diamonds, and a litter of fine pearls. You shivered in delight, spine straightening when Price’s fingers skimmed it. Backless dresses. He seemed to have an obsession with that lately. 05| The stretch was almost too much. His cock was thick, leaving you struggling to relax around it.

Breathe. John reminded. You tried, but the further he pushed, the less room there seemed to be for air. Static was overtaking your mind, the heat making you melt into the leather seat. You've only been apart for half a year, and still, your body needed to be accommodated. He's ruined you for other men. There was no one like him. You were sure of it, nails digging into his shoulders.  Just don’t stop. You begged, tears pricking your eyes. Don’t stop.

He tells you how good you are. With each thrust, he emphasized just how sweet and good, and exquisite you are. And suddenly, you were being lifted, gripped by strong arms, and manhandled around to face him, knees on either side of the captain’s hips — cock pulsing inside of you. When you came, you let out a string of ‘thank yous.' They quivered past your lips, your chest heaving up and down: the jewels reflecting the white, translucent light brought by the moon across his face. His beard scratches your chin as he shudders, hot liquid running down your legs and ruining the million-dollar coat around your naked body.

a/n : HI  🧸 ANON THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS, THIS WAS SO FUN FOR ME TO WRITE BECAUSE I AM A FELLOW LANA FAN <3 and i am lowkey obsessed with men who are lana del rey vinyl coded ( this is the consequence of being exposed to her music at such a young age, anyways ) thank you again for requesting, i know you said graves as well but i feel like it’s better to include him in a separate work ! don’t worry though, i have more graves content coming up soon because this silly evil man has me on a chokehold 😔 in the meantime, merry christmas and enjoy this fic ! i hope you’re having a wonderful time with your loved ones, thank you for the sweet reminder to take care of myself ❤️ → also for those curious the bentley i chose as a hc for price is a 2003 Bentley Arnage T !

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"You look so good under me."

Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: Sami finally convinces you to feed on him... in the most unconventional way possible.

warnings: smut, blood!

word count: 1,384

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywantt @raya-hunter01 @empressdede

A/N: Here is the prompt list I used for this fic! Read a Zowens vampire pic and got inspired 😩 Hope ya'll enjoy!

If Sami could describe yourself in one word, it word be stubborn. You were so loving and caring with the ones you loved, but when it came to yourself, you were fiercely stubborn.

Sami found himself in gentle battles with you, trying to convince you to prioritize your well-being. You outright refused to drink any blood that came from someone unwilling, and this moral stance was something Sami admired, even though it meant constant negotiation to ensure you stayed nourished.

It all came to a head one night in your shared hotel room, after all your matches and segments, you were so weak that you could barely stand on your own.

Sami finally snapped, and he pushed you to lay down on the bed, making your eyes lock onto his in in a mixture of frustration and concern. He hovered over you, taking off his shirt, and you tried to resist, knowing where this was going.

“Sami, no.” You shook your head, trying to sit up, but Sami gently pressed you back, a determined look in his eyes. “Sami, yes.” He replied back, just as his lips met the exposed skin of his wrist.

You shut your eyes, groaning out at the smell of his blood. It smelled sweet, like an ocean breeze in the night. “Sami, back away from me, I don't want to hurt you." Your words were a mix of desperation and concern, but Sami remained resolute.

“You're not going to hurt me. You trust me to catch you so you don't break your neck in the ring, and I trust you to drink responsibly." Sami's voice held a gentle yet firm tone as he stopped you from getting up by holding your shoulders down. The warmth of his touch contrasted with the cold, weakened feeling that plagued you.

"Sami, stop." You squirmed under his touch, but your weakened state and Sami's strength prevailed. He gave you a look that made it clear he wasn't backing down.

"Y/N, you either stay here all night like this or you let me help you. Your choice." Sami's eyes bore into yours, a mix of concern and determination evident in them. You tried to close your eyes, but his gaze held you captive.

"Fine, then we stay here all night." You retorted, but your snippy tone turned into a moan as Sami's knee pressed gently between your legs, keeping you in place. His lips met your neck, and you felt the soft warmth of his breath against your skin.

"Sami, I—"

"Shh," he hushed you, his lips grazing your neck as he spoke. "I know you don't want to hurt me, but I trust you. I want to take care of you, and if this is what it takes, then so be it."

His words were both comforting and firm, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and frustration. You went to retort again, but his knee pressed into your core, and you let out a low groan, all thoughts ceasing as he rutted his knee against you, creating a distraction that left you breathless.

"I'll make you feel better, Y/N," Sami whispered against your skin, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. Your protests faded into soft moans as he continued his gentle assault, shifting his focus from your stubbornness to providing you with comfort in a way only he knew how. "Just let me make you feel better."

His wrist was so, so close to your lips, and the aroma of his blood was intoxicating. The internal struggle between your desire to protect him and the need for sustenance played out on your face. Sami, sensing your inner turmoil, slid his hand into your pants, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you as his fingers met your core. You arched against his touch, the conflicting emotions within you now merging into a single, overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

"Sami, I—"

"Shh," he repeated, his fingers working their magic, expertly guiding you into a state of bliss. "Just let go, Y/N. Trust me."

As his lips trailed down your collarbone, you finally succumbed to the desire that had been building within you. With a hungry urgency, you sank your fangs into his wrist, the taste of his blood flooding your senses. Sami winced at the initial pain, but seeing you finally feeding brought a sense of relief and satisfaction to his eyes. The room filled with a mix of your moans of pleasure and the rhythmic sound of Sami's heartbeat.

"Breathe for me." He whispered against your ear, his voice soothing and filled with genuine care. The warmth of his blood coursed through your veins, rejuvenating you with each swallow. Sami's fingers crooked into that one spot that made you arch against him, curling them into your sensitive core. You could barely think, could barely breathe. Sami's blood tasted even sweeter than you could ever have imagined, like sex and heaven mixed into a potent elixir. Your brain was clouded with pleasure and relief, and for that moment, all the stubbornness and moral dilemmas were replaced by the intense connection between you and Sami.

You moaned out Sami's name as you retracted your fangs after drinking your fill. His wrist bore the marks of your hunger, but his eyes held nothing but satisfaction and understanding.

His fingers continued making you arch and moan out, and he kissed his way down your neck as he continued to bring you to the peak of pleasure. The room was filled with a mixture of heavy breaths, the rhythmic sounds of your moans, and the thudding of Sami's heartbeat, which had become a soothing melody in the background.

"Sami, I'm so fucking close." You whispered, your voice a desperate plea. Sami sped up his ministrations, his touch becoming more intense as he worked to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. His own breathing grew heavier, mirroring the rising intensity of the moment.

"Let go, Y/N," he urged, his lips hovering over yours as he continued to drive you wild with pleasure. The room seemed to spin as you surrendered to the euphoria building within you.

"You look so good under me." The praise made you shiver under his touch, and he responded with a knowing smile—all pride and love for making you feel better — before adding another finger that circled your clit just the wya he knew you liked it—fast yet gentle enough hat you could feel every ministration.

He always thought you looked beautiful, but right now, with your fangs slightly revealed, eyes glowing, and a flush of satisfaction on your face, Sami couldn't help but be captivated by your ethereal beauty.

He felt you clench around him, a shudder running through your body as you finally reached your climax. Sami pressed his lips to yours, the blood mixing with your saliva as you kissed him deeply, tasting the remnants of his sacrifice on your tongue.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, you collapsed against him, spent and sated. Sami held you close, his heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your ear as you both basked in the afterglow of your shared intimacy. In that moment, all the worries and struggles seemed distant, overshadowed by the profound connection you shared.

"I told you that you'd feel better," Sami whispered into your skin, a smug yet loving expression on his face.

"Shut up." You mumbled playfully, giving him a weak swat on the arm. Despite the lingering fatigue, you couldn't help but smile at the undeniable truth in his words.

"Oh, now you wanna give me an attitude?" In one swift motion, Sami rolled over, pinning you beneath him, kissing you, moaning at the blood still lingering on your lips.

"God, that is my new favorite flavor," He groaned into your lips. "I think you still need some extra blood, don't you think?" Sami paused, his mischievous grin widening.

You understood where he was getting at, and despite your earlier reservations, gently bit at his lower lip, drawing a small amount of blood. The metallic taste mixed with the remnants of his own blood on your tongue, creating a unique blend that seemed to satisfy both of your cravings.

Yup, you were so regretting not giving in sooner.

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Ok but now we need Damian in a ghostface mask content 😩

DAMIAN WAYNE X READER

WARNINGS: suggestive, language

MASTER LIST in BIO

It's one of your favorite movies. You've rewatched the first one three times this month. At least three, anyway. There's a decent chance you've had it running in the background when he wasn't around.

That's to say: he recognizes the mask as soon as he sees it. Hanging there on a peg wall, among dozens of others in various colors with extra features, he picks it out immediately. Shiny white plastic, cheap black fabric.

"Don't kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!"

How many times have you sang along to that line? How many times have you thrown it into everyday life to get a laugh out of him?

Mari is cheering further up the isle, apparently having found a mask she likes. Todd is laughing, so he'd better go investigate. God help him if it's something Jason is laughing at.

He grabs the first one in the row and tucks it under his arm.

(Of course Mari Grayson would pick out the most ghoulish latex gargoyle mask she could find.)

You get to his place later than usual due some accident on the subway track you didn't pay much attention to. You zoned out after you heard non-fatal. Your shoes get pried off and left by the door, you jacket abandoned over the back of the couch with your backpack.

"Damian?" you call, raking a hand through your hair on the way to the kitchen. "Are you home yet?"

No response. You lug the refrigerator door open. "Guess not." Let's see...grapes, guacamole, apples, caramel dip, tofu stir fry from last night...

You grab the guacamole dish. Where does he keep the chips, again? Same cabinet as the bread, right?

You close the refrigerator door, and there's a black shadow inches from your face. "Surprise, Sidney."

A scream rips out of your throat as you stumble sideways, hurling the plastic Tupperware with everything you've got.

In one motion, Damian yanks the mask off and narrowly ducks out of the way. The shit-eating grin whitening his teeth melts a little when he turns at the horrific sound behind him.

His poor guacamole, splattered against the wall like a gory scene straight out of a horror movie, and the plastic container rolling pathetically on the floor, cracked in three places.

He turns back toward you, leaning all your weight against the counter with your face in your hands. "I think you almost killed me with a bowl of guacamole."

The fingers on your left hand inch apart to reveal your glare. "You're such a dick."

He's grinning again. "I thought you liked Ghostface."

You drop your hands and cross your arms to scowl at him. "I do like Ghostface. I live Ghostface. If Ghostface asked me to marry him, I'd leave you in a heartbeat."

He chuckles, deep in his chest, and moves forward. "Oh, come on. I'm sorry, Beloved. I couldn't resist." He opens his arms before he's reached you, just in case you really are angry with him and decide to stop him.

You don't. You let him step into your space, rubbing his warm palms up and down your arms, mask abandoned on the counter behind you. "Well maybe I just won't be able to resist dying all your fancy white shirts bright pink." You glance down at the one he's wearing now for emphasis, but it's not a nice white one. It's the black t-shirt he yanked on this morning to wear under that nice new jacket. The one that hugs his torso about as tightly as you do when he leaves for patrol.

His grin fades into a much kinder smile. "Orange. I'll wear them for Halloween."

Your glare is wavering the longer he looks at you. You hum noncommittally. "I'm trying to say that you've got a lot of grovelling to do, Mr. Ghostface."

He leans a little closer. "Oh? What kind of grovelling do you have in mind, Dearest?"

You hum again, drawn out and low to stall while your hand reaches awkwardly backwards. Your fingers brush cheap fabric. "I don't know about you, but I'm thinking Morticia and Gomez Addams kind of grovelling," you pause, lifting the mask between you to hold it in front of his face, "but you put this back on first."

Kind smile becomes devious as you lower it again to gauge his reaction. His eyes spark as green as fresh moss, cradling the growing black of his pupils like gemstones. "Well, if that's what it takes to earn forgiveness..." He takes the mask from you gently and slides it on. "Whatever you wish, Cara Mia."

The door bell chimes.

Crisp and loud.

Ignore it, is on the tip of your tongue, but it dies when you hear your phone buzz with what is undoubtedly an I'm here text message. You sigh. You'd completely forgotten about offering to loan your friend some clothes for her Halloween costume.

He goes still in front of you, one hand once again pressing into your bicep, the other planted on the counter beside you. Immediately, he's debating whether or not to leave whoever it is standing in the hall and make up some excuse later. But then...

"I'm going to answer the door like this."

You look again to his tight shirt, black jeans, mask. Doesn't matter who is at the door, this image of Damian is all yours. "No the fuck you aren't."

There's immediate jealousy in your tone, a knee-jerk reaction. It must be somebody you know.

Even better.

"Yes, the fuck I am."

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne blurb #quillshalloweencollection #yall went feral shen i brought this up. shesh

[zae5]

I had a tiff with our lovely moot over whether Viserys was worthy of pity.... but then she almost swayed me 😩😭 So please Zae! Cure my fears and kick out these delusions, I beg you! 🥺

I just know I'm going to go off on a rant whenever you pop in here, for you my lovely Kalki🌹

Guts

Summary: The events of the life and court of King Viserys Targaryen narrated by one of the unnamed ladies-in-waiting of Queen Alicent Hightower.

Word count: 600

Warnings: This is an ANTI VISERYS drabble, if you have any sympathy for that crusty old leper DO NOT ENTER.

He cuts a sorry figure seated upon the Iron throne. That is the first thought that crosses her mind and perhaps the first real one she remembers upon being summoned to King's landing. Not the stench and the overcrowding, nor the lack of fresh air or the rats scurrying about at night, but the picture of the wilting royal occupying the highest honor of the realm. It seems almost disgraceful that the might and power of the dragon lords has come to this. He wears the crown of his predecessor with an air of importance, fruitlessly trying to hide the rotting flesh peeking out from underneath. She almost pities the man above her before she's graced by his patronizing smile. Some of the ladies back home had remarked on his agreeableness, easy demeanor and manner of welcoming even the humblest of subjects, however the sight in front of her could turn a healthy eye sore.

He wears his geniality worse than the mask that covers half of his face. Over the years the veneer seems to have faded, due to sickness, the maesters say and she wonders what could a man of two and fifty have done to beget such a malady.

She finds her answer soon enough. It lies in bloodied fingernails, in torn eyelids and wounded sockets, in wrung hands and bloodshot eyes, in tireless sermons and ramrod spines. She feels strained, stifled, angry and spent as the days go by, with no way to let it out. The Sept offers her little comfort, surrounded by the same incense that shrouds his very chambers and she wonders how the lady she's come to know finds peace in such a place. It is the only time she sees her lips straighten and her brows unknit, so she holds her tongue, clasping her own hands in inquisition before the Crone. Her obedience is soon rewarded by companionship. She trails behind skirts of green from dawn to dusk, silently observing, responding only when asked, eyes forever on the lookout. The Queen lives up to her reputation which seems to pierce her even more. Her lady in armor, as green as the flame of her maiden place, faces the years with a stiff lip yet a kind gaze, all while the dragon slumbers and withers like the skull beneath, waiting for a candle to be lit yet again at his altar. She wonders whether her lady prays for him, for death or mercy, or perhaps to find each in both.

Her invitation soon extends to dinners. She's a faithful servant of the crown attending feasts as well as intimate gatherings, still observing but not without a subtle jape passed at an opportune moment. Her children, albeit withdrawn and cold to an onlooker, burn just as brightly and she finds herself warmed by flames of gold, blue and green.

As the dishes in front of her vary in their decadence and texture her thoughts are often drawn to the grandiose salves and bandages changed soon after, varieties of both from all across the realm. His flesh peels like the breast she'd dig into, coated with honey, thick and juicy while he rots away in comparison. As the maesters advise caution, the yellows and blacks oozing out of his back do nothing to placate the morbid curiosity and satisfaction that runs through her and she realizes at last, just as the feasts she'd come to earn, the man before her wholly deserves his due.

#house of the dragon #anti viserys i targaryen #zae's fics #hotd imagine #anti viserys imagine #asks

[indiaalphawhiskey]

OTB (louis song) and walls prove a larry breakup but people don't want to see that. i mean walls is his fave song (and the name of the album for gods sake!) and it's about a break up (nothing wakes you up like waking up ALONE and all that's left of us is a CUBOARD FULL OF CLOTHES (closet) the day you WALKED AWAY etc) and OTB is written in black and white. and it's at the END of the album for a reason. "pour mercy, mercy on me, set fire to history, i'm breakin' my own rules (to only write love songs/we made it etc etc), i'm cryin' like a fool, tall STORIES on the page (either our fanfictions/his other songs), short glories on the FADE, i been close enough to TOUCH, but i NEVER CARED for LOVE, it's a church of BURNT ROMANCES and i'm TOO FAR GONE to PRAY, it's a SOLO SONG and it's only for the BRAVE, if the truth tell, darling, YOU (meaning lesbians/larries) fell like there ain't enough DYING STARS (famous queer celebrities) in your sky, it's a tall TALE (fairytale), and it's only hello, hello, NO GOODBYE (goodbye) (bc we like to think they made it and they didn't), pour mercy, mercy on me, i'll fall upon my knees, and they'll say, "i told you so, come on, when you know, you know" (abt being gay obvs), all the LONELY shadow dances from the cradle to the grave (bc loads of lgbtq+ people are single, never meet our one bc we're only a tiny % of the population, so we live and die alone), it's a SOLO SONG and it's only for the brave" 😭 holding onto heartache is the same btw, also about the larry breakup "the nights, they change in seasons, become the strangest days, i called you twice but then regretted it, and changed my number, the questions that i'd ask you, "where did it all go wrong?", it's time to accept that larry has broken up, we haven't had any credible reciepts in a few years (2019 was the last one) so yeah sad but kinda inevitable, they held on as long as they could but yeah it's over 😩

SUUUUUUPER GLAD you feel that way, anon. You’re so decided and confident, and that’s super great, because it means there’s no reason for you to be on Larries’ tumblrs.

🚪🫲 please see yourself out. Enjoy your life! I am so happy for you! 🙂

[misspearly1]

“Im bored. Wanna play?” With Max Phillips 🥴😩

Ooohh, Nonnie! 😏 I love this prompt choice for Maxie, it fits so nicely for him, however I must admit that when typing this up, I was still in my fluffy feels 🤣. We got ourselves some soft Max Phillips over here. Thank you for sending this into my blog and I hope you enjoy the read, my darling. ❤️

Overstimulated

Pairing: Max Phillips x You (F!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established Relationship. Teasing, flirting, complimenting. Smut. Gentle/Passionate smut. Oral (M receiving). Over stimulation. Fade to black sex in the bathtub. Lots of fluff.

Prompts: "I'm bored. Wanna play?"

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Staying at home this peaceful Sunday, you chose the activity that most people would do and just relaxed to the full extent by doing all the little things you love. 

First up was sleeping in late this morning, and you loved every minute of it. Secondly, you ordered breakfast rather than cooking it yourself, and you savoured every bite. You were just feeling lazy and enjoyed the delicacy of someone else cooking for you instead, and thirdly, you’ve just finished running an extra hot bubble bath and plan to read a book for the next fifteen or twenty minutes while the water cools down enough for you to climb in. 

It’s the little things that bring you comfort and joy.

Your vampire boyfriend however, Max Phillips, has just come home from work earlier than you expected him to. Not a lot of people at his firm work on Sundays, but a few take up any chance they can get working double time, and today as it seems, Max came home early because it’s too quiet in the office. Well, that’s your immediate assumption because the man is a workaholic. 

“Hey baby,” You greet him as he enters the lounge, “Everything ok?” You ask, though you suspect everything is ok and you’ve already assumed the reason why he’s home early, you still ask just in case something is wrong. Besides, it opens the door to a conversation about how his day has been and you’re interested to know, even if there isn’t much to tell. 

“No, actually. Everything isn’t ok,” He replies, and your mood shifts instantly with worry. Setting your book down and sitting up straight on the sofa, you look at him with furrowed brows and pat the empty seat beside you, beckoning him to come explain what’s wrong.

After shaking off his jacket and draping over the back of the sofa, he loosens his tie while walking towards you, the expression on his face speaking of mischief and devilry. “Just spent six hours at work doing nothing, toots. It was torture,” He explains, pouting exaggeratedly, “Then I come home to find you on the sofa, looking so fine and beautiful.” 

You blush. Hearing the little sexy growl in his voice and feeling flattered by his compliments, the mood shifts once again, worry was quickly replaced with relief and arousal, especially when he takes position on the table in front of you and leans in, his proximity dangerously tempting your sexual desire to just jump on top of him and make love, though you hold back on the urge just to be a tease. 

“Max,” You tut and shake your head at him, “You scared me for a second there. Don’t do that again, I thought something bad happened.” You berate with a whine in your tone, but it just flies over his head anyway because the vampire abilities he possesses can sense the lies in your words. You’re not actually mad at him, not in the slightest, in fact, you found his actions amusing. 

“But it’s the truth, toots.” Max argues his case and point, dragging the tip of his finger up and down your inner leg with a smirk on his lips. “I can’t help but feel the way I feel when you look so fucking hot.” He pays you another compliment, this time with a genuine warm smile as you blush again. His hands, cold and soft to the touch, slip around the back of your legs with a gentle squeeze as he maintains your eye contact. “Do you have anything to do? Or do I have you all to myself?” He asks, keeping in mind that you were just about to read a book and how you like to spend your Sunday’s relaxing. 

“Just my bath, which is cooling down,” You reply honestly, your eyes darting to the book with a shrug. “I could read later tonight instead. Why, what do you have in mind?” You watch as Max subtly bites his lip, his dark wanton eyes roaming the expanse of your face with suggestion. “I’m bored,” He whispers seductively, his hands groping your thighs now, “Wanna play?”  

“Gee, I thought you’d never ask,” You respond eagerly, mirroring his actions as you, too, bite your lip with an anticipated nod. “I’d love to play, Maxie,” closing the gap ever so slowly, you dare an attempt to pull your head back, but the man was far too quick. He chuckles softly while his hand darted up and cradled the back of your neck, holding you still to lean in and plant a kiss on your lips. 

“Stop playing with me, toots.” Max growls into your mouth and smiles against your lips before slipping his tongue inside. You slide your hands up his chest and pull his tie off completely, caressing his shoulders that draws out a groan so delectable to your ears. He breaks the kiss, sighing breathily, “Love it when you do that.”

You close the gap this time and kiss him fervently, passionately, expressing your love wordlessly. Max picks up on your desires, not only from your actions but from the smell of your pheromones too. It’s so potent that it makes him feel weak in the knees. Usually, he likes to take the lead and show you a good time, but right now, he follows your movements as you guide him to sit on the sofa and lean back.

“Open your shirt for me,” You ask while kneeling to the floor, situating yourself between his legs. “Too many buttons and I’m too impatient,” You reach out for his belt and open it up, pulling the leather through the loops on his pants before tossing it over your shoulder. 

“Fuck,” He makes a surprised sound, breathing deep and hard with a palpable ache to feel your lips around his cock. “Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” He groans, popping the top three buttons of his shirt open before pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side. The man would tear it open, but you bought him this shirt and he doesn’t want to ruin it.

You giggle from his actions regardless, finding something so sweet and wholesome about him being gentle. It wouldn’t matter to you if he did tear it off, but you liked that he didn’t. Hips lifting off the sofa to help you pull down his trousers after you open them up, your brows raise with delight when seeing, and hearing, his dick spring back and slap against his lower stomach. “Oh,” You whisper while watching dribbles of pre-cum leaking out of the tip and onto his skin. “Someones excited.” 

“Can you really blame me?” Max chuckles bashfully and looks at you with accusatory eyes. “My gorgeous girlfriend is sitting between my legs, of course I’m excited.” The muscles in his legs tense as you reach out to hold them, running your hands up and down his thighs firmly, and smiling proudly at the way his dick twitches from your actions. You love seeing him so clearly affected by your touch. 

“Well,” You say, looking up at him, “Don’t let me keep you waiting, sexy.” Leaning slowly while holding his gaze, he watches you attentively as you drag your tongue up his cock and his mouth falls open with a gasp spilling from his lips. You swirl your tongue around the head before taking him inside your mouth with a gentle suck, the action making him jerk away with sensitivity and throw his head back in bliss. 

“Nghh! Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Max chokes out, and you love the struggle he faces when trying to talk coherently between pleasurable moans. You take more of him inside your mouth until it becomes uncomfortable in your jaw, then you begin bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off with skill as you fondle his balls. You feel the weight of them in your hands, so full and desperate to release its contents into the warmth of your mouth.

The man balled his hands into fists at his sides and his jaw clenches with his brows tightly knitted together. “Fuck!” He grunts, then gasps with hurried breaths. “Fuck. Gonna cum already,” He warns with a tinge of shame to his voice, as if he were ashamed for not lasting longer than he usually does. You don’t mind either way. It’s rewarding in itself to see the man unfolding before your very eyes so quickly. 

Upon feeling his balls tighten in the palm of your hands and watching him throw his head back with all the dirty noises you love to hear that were so satisfying to your ears, you braced for the load he was about to spill. You sample a taste of salt on your tongue and hum around him, the vibrations of your voice working as added stimulation that just ultimately pushes him over the edge. 

“Ohhhh,” Max moans, deeply and gutturally, he moans through his release and spills ropes upon ropes of his seed directly down your throat as you gulp it all back. Even after he had given all that he could, you continued to suck his cock until he became overstimulated, groaning brokenly as he jerked away. “Too much, toots.” He whispers, needing a moment to come down from his high before re-joining reality. The man's head was in the clouds, overcome with ecstasy and euphoria. 

There’s only been a handful of occasions where you’ve been able to render Max so weak and exhausted with satisfaction, and that was after he had gone several rounds with you first. Seeing him exhausted and completely spent right now brings you a huge sense of pride and achievement. He needed a little longer than a moment to come back down to earth, and while he did that, you peppered him with loving kisses, praises in your whispers and reassurance in your stroking touch. 

Moving up his body slowly and gazing into his eyes, you kiss his lips gently and mumble how much you love him, to which he mumbles how much he loves you too in return. And as soon as his stamina and energy returned, your clothes were discarded quicker than you’ve ever removed them with your own hands and before you knew it, he whisked you into the bathroom and lowered himself into the tub with you held in his arms.  

And together, you shared a hot bubble bath, making love to each other passionately.

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[captainfern]

okay so your fic Fade to Black has been on my mind. Bc let’s be real having Ghost and Price would be a dreaaaaam 😩 it just got me curious. Do you think in a scenario like in your fic, with Price and Ghost sharing their girl, would Gaz and Soap know about it? Or like anyone else? And what would their thoughts be on it if they did?

in my head, soap and gaz definitely know. and i’d say they’re pretty supportive of it all, especially since they’re all so close with one another

but lol i’d like to think that they weren’t the first to find out, and it was probably laswell. price just told her one day and she didn’t even batter an eye lmao. soap and gaz both freaked out when their friends broke the news, but they were eventually just so intrigued by it all.

soap’d be the type to say “oh so you share your girl? does that mean i could—?”

price and ghost both immediately say no lol

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes

[feyhunter78]

I’m back baby, what’s cookin??

I don’t even know what to request as a follow up to the masterpiece you created. But I was just thinking Elrond x reader again (we love the man whose as kind as summer 😩) Anyways what about a fic-let inspired by “Francesca” by Hozier. Like there doesn’t have to be direct quotes or anything! Its just the angst but also the un-ending love that pours and pours like a summer thunderstorm.(we are back with the ripples but this time it’s tidal wave) please feel free to create what you think would be best with whatever the mess my brain conjured. I’m so thankful and incredibly excited to read!! Have an absolutely fab nights/days and I’m looking forward to reading it!!

So I didn't know this song, but looked up the lyrics, got a sorta vibe and this is what I've got for ya! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Purity in the Hurricane

You had tried so desperately to keep your secrets, to hide your past from him, what you had done in the name of order, and peace. Elrond was good, pure, kind, loving, a diplomat, and healer, but you… You were ruined, the blood of elves, orcs, and man alike staining your hands, your mind haunted by the memories of war. Had it been worth it? The bloodshed, the deceit? For so long you believed it had, believed the words of Sauron, but now?

You sat across from him, watching, waiting, fingers tapping against your knee as he scanned the detailed documents, the reports that listed in faded black ink all that you had done in your youth.

Elrond set them aside, his brow furrowed, the corners of his lips pulled down as he mulled over the information given to him.

“Elrond I…I am not asking for forgiveness, I merely wished for you to know my crimes, know me before entrusting me with your heart. It is a precious thing, and I would be callous—no cruel, to take such a gift with no regard for he whom it truly belongs to.” You whispered, one hand resting over your own heart.

That traitorous thing within your chest that you found bled only for Elrond, a bleeding you were unable to staunch, flowed over you, seeking his presence, his touch, his very being, even at the mere thought of him.

“Y/N, I…” His eyes met yours, his hands reaching for you. He was so gentle with his movements as if you were still the noblewoman he met, returning home from a long journey, and not a weapon forged on the wrong side of the war centuries ago.

There it was, the distance he put between you with the simple action of calling you only by your name. It was staggering, a blade in your already bleeding heart, twisting and turning, a hurricane within you, threatening to drown you in grief.

“You need not speak; I understand if this means the end of our courtship.” You kept your head high, blinking back the tears. You would not cause him to feel guilt, he was not the aggressor, he had committed no sins.

Elrond shook his head then surged forward, lips crashing to yours with a desperate need.

You returned it in fervor, allowing him to devour you, clinging to him, desperate to memorize this moment.

“You are my starlight, my love, did you truly think I would give up? That this could shake the love from me? No sweet starlight, given any life, any moment I would find a way to your side once more.” He said, his lips brushing yours with each word.

“But I have—”

“There is not one thing I would change, my heart, my mind, knows no peace, there is nothing you could do that would cause my love to cease. Sweet starlight, I am yours.” Elrond professed, his hands cupping your face, his tone warm and earnest, banishing the guilt and chill from your bones.

You rested your forehead against his, “and I am yours.”

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#meg's writing #elrond rop #rop elrond #young elrond #elrond x reader #elrond peredhel #elrond x y/n #elrond x you #request from blah

[heesulovebot]

tay i want to know all your observations and theories and thoughts and headcanons or WHATEVER about the eighth sense (i know there’s a movie version and that reaction video out there but i haven’t watched it so please humour me if you already have lololol)

crista my love!!! 🥹💕 omg i'm so glad ur also watching t8s i need everyone to watch it, it's just sO good. i'm also blushing twisting my feet twirling my hair that u want to hear me cry about this show because lmfaooo i'm the least coherent person to do this and so many wonderful things have already been said but i'll just reiterate some thoughts here since i just finished re-watching episodes 1 & 2 for the third time. this is way too long i’m so sorry bare w me pls:

i feel like the beginning sequence (before we are drawn to the present story) tells us everything and absolutely nothing at all. jaewon and jihyun sit on the beach, there’s a sound of a heart beat, their hands are touching, and then there’s a fading superimposition shot of the ocean waves. first of all, i love a good superimposition shot, not just because it’s nice to look at, but because these types of shots play with time and space. we then get that black and white shot of someone surfing, and then a cut to someone being pulled out from under the waves. another superimposition shot from the ocean to that scene back on the beach but jihyun is no longer there and we can hear the sound of sirens. i can see why there were death theories flowing around on twitter lol. from the shot of jihyun to no-jihyun it can allude to something like that but remember what i said about superimposition playing with time and space? the first shot is the future (or present, depending on where you’re looking at the story—perception is everything). the black-and-white shots were deliberate, though. those were in the past. and judging from the later conversation where jihyun trails off about a younger brother, it’s most likely jaewon pulling this younger-brother type person out of the water.

after the credits we get one of my favourite shots so far: a fish tank, taking up nearly half the screen in the foreground, and a blurry vision of the back of jaewon’s head in the background. as we get to know more about jaewon i’m really curious to know what this could be a metaphor for, but the most cliché metaphor for now is “fish out of water.” that seems to fit jihyun more, being a lil’ country kid in seoul, but i feel like for jaewon it’s more about the fact that he wears a mask of a confident person. and he’s damn good at masking. he let’s his friends carry on their double-edged conversation about how oh-so-easy his privileged life is and only gets angry when his friend crosses the line and pushes him over (because although jaewon might be easy-going, he is not a pushover).

jaewon and jihyun’s first exchange outside the pub is so good 😭 there’s banter—i love how sassy jihyun is and how it comes out in front of jaewon—but one thing is established in this scene: their interest in each other. for jihyun, it’s the fact that he was eavesdropping on jaewon and co.’s conversation and congratulated jaewon on completing his military service. jihyun also seemed a bit annoyed initially but he could’ve easily directed jaewon to the nearest convenience store to buy his own cigarettes, but jihyun brings jaewon two (which jaewon seems surprised about) and lights it for him. jaewon’s interest is solidified the moment jihyun slips him a lighter before he leaves. i went absolutely feral at the way their fingers lingered—far too long to be written off as just a small exchange. if a lingering touch isn’t the queerest thing you’ve ever seen, idk what is 😩

my favourite scene so far is their third encounter. i will never shut up about it tbh!!! pissed off by his friends crossing his boundaries and inviting his ex-gf to the pub (where he’d dragged them in because he was lowkey looking for jihyun 👀), jaewon goes outside for a smoke. jihyun follows him out and attempts to be brave: he tells him “my name is jihyun. i thought we should know each other’s names if we’re going to be friends” [cue tay screaming in the background]. the way jihyun looks at jaewon, the sincerity in those doe eyes, and jaewon’s shocked but absent expression is everything. i’ve already screamed about this in the tags but like i’ve said, jaewon is constantly putting on a mask for everyone around him—he’s nice, he’s got everything handed to him; he’s the quintessential golden boy. in all their encounters so far jaewon has been cheery and extroverted, but the fact that he doesn’t have the energy to put on a mask and doesn’t hide his expression from jihyun says a lot. jihyun will slowly become someone who jaewon can be 100% himself around and there is something so *sharp inhale* about that.

jaewon asks jihyun his name again on the bus to their surfing trip, and the little smile that is threatening to curl up on the corner of his lips absolutely killed me. sufa @heart-ming​ said it perfectly: jaewon knows his name, of course he knows his name. he’s been thinking about him (when he’s outside his family home as he smokes the second cigarette, or going into the bar to see if he’s working). jaewon’s obvious disappointment in seeing their sleeping arrangements is also funny, but that doesn’t stop jaewon. he practically begs the club president to let him teach jihyun, and the two continue whatever the hell it is they have going on on the beach; alone.

(also i could talk forever about the scene where jaewon helps jihyun into his wetsuit like—the way jihyun looks SO nervous and bare in front of jaewon, and the way jaewon puts on a soft and reassuring smile when they’re face to face, but the moment jihyun turns around, jaewon’s mask crumbles and we can see that he’s also nervous from their proximity. the intimacy of helping someone put something on is insane).

i’m fairly certain that kim jihyun is well aware of his sexuality (the boy is a girl group stan i mean c’mon). he might not be out, of course, but he’s been more straight forward about his intentions in pursuing his crush. jaewon on the other hand seems to be doing things not because he’s aware of his attraction to the same sex, but because he’s attracted to jihyun and a bit impulsive about this new-found attraction. there’s this magnetic pull the younger seems to have on the older, and for now, he’s kind of fallen into that trance. but from the synopsis we know that they will be sharing a kiss, and that jaewon will proceed to act as if nothing happened. i’m not ready for that angst next week 😭😭 but i’m actually curious if jaewon really isn’t aware, or he’s just afraid and in the closet??? is the “younger brother” he trailed off about actually his younger brother, or someone who he used to like????? i have so many questions about jaewon’s past that i need answering is it wednesday yet??????????

ok i’m talking too much about jaewon—that’s my blorbo, my baby girl, my cinnamon apple—but i also adore jihyun. he tells jaewon he’s trying to not be scared and he’s been doing some brave things the last two episodes i’m so proud of him :’) his braveness is quiet, like him. there’s something that was said to him by two different people that was pretty similar:                            

“at first, you’ll be clumsy and scared of everything, but that’s because you aren’t familiar with it.” “then are you afraid of many things? that’s just because you have many things you don’t know” 

the first quote was said by his boss when they were drinking, and the second was said by jaewon on the beach. i love these quotes and the fact that we heard them twice because besides being a romance, the eighth sense is very much a coming-of-age and about both of these young queer men coming into themselves. it's just uGH so great.  

icb i wrote so much and i didn’t even mention the surfing lesson or shower scene like........ there are just so many layers and nuance to this show and the storytelling, dialogue, and cinematography are all so good. i feel like the director captured the queer experience so well and i can’t wait to see what else is in store for us!! the korean theatrical release was heavily edited and cut down so i can’t wait to see it in it’s full form, how it was intended :’)

#the eighth sense #tay answers #this is so long and i did not even proofread so if it makes no sense i'm sO sorry djnfksdjnf

[diorsbrando]

can u imagine drunk!dan being impatient and fucking you in an empty alley behind the bar. can u. can u can u CAN U IMAGINE!?!?

LINA UR. UR BRAAINNNN i literally love it so much i wanna swim in it omg. DRUNK DAAANNN??? the fact he’d let himself go like that is one thing in itself entirely😩 but then him being so needy, so aroused just by your grins and soft laughs next to him, that he can’t help but take you in a public place???? like such a depraved, horny, shell of a man. OMGG I WANT HIM NEOOWWW. @touyyes baby look! ive come to feed u !!!

cause it’s like this: he invited you—his pretty girl, his whole world— as his plus one to this dinner him and his colleagues had planned the month before. it wasn’t a super fancy thing, but you still put an effort into how you looked, sporting a silk blouse, black pencil skirt, ur favorite pair of clear heels that showed of your pedicure ( that dan willingly paid for ) and the necklace he gifted you for your birthday a few months prior. it was semi formal, but you looked gorgeous and dan could not keep his eyes off you the moment you emerged from ‘your room’ back at his apartment. his facial expression was blank as usual, but he felt his cheeks flush a burning red, his throat dry and a pulsing twitch in his nether region. he had some self control though, remembering that you two promised to be at this friendly gathering but damn, was he fighting the urge to call his subordinates and cancel on them. dan was so obsessed with you in everything you wore and everything you did, that self control he was so confident in waned and chipped away every moment that passed.

it faded with every glance in his direction, every saccharine syllable that left your glossy lips ( whether it was about/directed towards him or not ), every accidental brush of your skin against his tailored suit, and with every sip of. . . . whatever this drink was that he consumed. he was sure it was wine at one point, and then more drinks appeared that more resembled liquor. his detective mind churned and turned, him gradually tuning out conversation from you and his colleagues as he tried to figure out what exactly this feeling was that brewed in his chest, why his body temperature skyrocketed at the smallest interaction with you. drunk!dan was the quiet kind of drunk, preferring to listen and observe more than usual, but he was also the risky kind of drunk, where all his morals and inhibitions were nonexistent. and those inhibitions turned to dust in your beautiful, bright presence. he unconsciously loosened his tie, letting his strong collarbone and neck show as he more shamelessly eyed your throat , his gaze shifting to admire your cleavage and the jewelry that hung above it. have your breasts always been that big?, he wondered to himself. has your body always looked so…ethereal ? so heaven-like and luscious? drunk!dan continued to feel feverish with lust and liquor until it was noticeable by everyone at the table.

everyone had thought he was sick, so they insisted they call it a night and should head on home. you gave him a soft smile—apologetic or teasing he wasn’t sure— but what he was sure of was that he couldn’t hold back any longer. he wanted— needed to pounce on you. he needed to resolve this drunken stupor he slipped and fell in. you were the solution but there was no way he could possibly wait until the two of you got home, it would drive him insane. so there the two of you were, shrouded in the darkness of the night and obscured by the building, dan had your skirt damn near dangling around your ankles as he pistoned his hips in and out of your warm, tight entrance. he was strong, so strong he was able to support your weight against the wall, and push his cock that much deeper. the pace was rough and fast, the slapping sound his balls made against the curve of your supple ass was loud and embarrassing, you were sure someone would hear if they got close enough. but he not you couldnt find in yourselves to care. drool seeped from the opening in your mouth as his thrusts seemed to get deeper, his warm breath tickling your neck which also made you incredibly hot. one intentional, drawn out grind of his hips into your sloppy cunt ripped a pornographic mewl of his name from your throat and he immediately stuffed his now discarded tie in your mouth. “shhh, pretty girl. ya g…gotta keepquiet...! h-have some decency will ya?” his words were choppy and slurred, but him scolding YOU for not having any decency was laughable , but it nonetheless made u clench around your boyfriend even tighter <3

#—sosa’s thoughts💭 #moots :) #🍫—asks! #soshiina #i apologize for this #i ….could have made this into a full fic if i wanted to bc LOOK HOW MUCH I WROTE #smut was rushing im sorry about that #but like UMMMM I NEED ME A DAN HIROKI #dan hiroki supremacy 🛐