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kaicubus · 1 year

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Sour Like Lemons | Rizuna Ann

warnings ✩° : fluff and smut, fingering!receiving, praise.

pairing ✩° : rizuna ann x fem!reader

premise ✩° : when your workaholic of a girlfriend starts ignoring you for a very important study, she offers for you to sit on her lap so you can get special attention.

word count ✩° : 2.8k

authors note ✩° : oh my god ann please kiss me idc idc idc I DONT CARE!!!! also i know in this scene a ton of people are being killed but lets just...look past that and say that here they arent and you guys arent on a timer...

“I thought I made it clear that I need this time to properly dissect the evidence, Y/n.” Ann says, lifting her delicate, latex covered fingers up, her dark eyes focusing intently on the scalpel in her hand. Even when she was covered in filth and bloody grime, she still managed to look so serene and beautiful. But you can’t help but pucker your lips in frustration, as she’d promised you her full, undivided attention for what seemed like an hour ago. In truth, Ann has been laser focused into a hunch that seemed to come to her in a dream, seeking answers to a mystery that hadn't sat right with her for a while.

On certain occasions, you wouldn't mind Ann delving herself into her studies. Yo actually enjoyed watching her usually full, beaming eyes turn into narrow slits as she squints intensely at her work, and the way her short, black bob would fall past her eye line, forcing her to hastily push the strands behind her ear. She was determined and highly focused when she’s in this sort of mind set, and she looks stunning.

Of course, not wanting to bother her in any way, for the time being, you’d been sitting patiently for Ann, asking if she needed anything or trying to make conversation. You knew that even if you’d interrupt her with silly questions like knowing the temperature in the room, Ann would answer as if she were some sort of computer, and it was fun. Until you found yourself getting just a little bored. Swinging your feet waiting for your girlfriend only keeps you occupied for so long.

“Ann, are you almost done? It’s been so long.” You ask, walking up behind her and wrapping your arms around her shoulders. Ann leans back and allows your hands to drape over and cascade down her chest and just past her waist.

“Not yet, Y/n, I told you it would be a while.” Ann says softly.

You lean forward and glance over her shoulder, pressing your lips against her cheek as you do so. “What even is all this? What’s it for?”

Ann chuckles deeply and looks up at you, grazing her cheek against the side of your neck, “I told you, there’s something off about Momoka’s death. Now, can you sit down and be quiet? This is serious.”

“I am serious!” You scoff, “I’m actually offended you’d suggest I wasn't. This is life and death we’re talking about, Ann. How dare you mention such a lie!?”

Ann sets down her scalpel and removes the bloody glove from her hand. She wastes no time in turning around on her chair and parting her hair back with an open hand, fixing herself so she can look at you with all her attention. You grin and sway your hips back a little, content with your affect on such a powerful woman.

“I can see that you're bored, Y/n, but I have a job to do and we’re quite literally on the clock. If I focus, I can find out who the witch is and put an end to this hellish nightmare faster and then everything can go back to somewhat normal.”

“I get it,” you look down sadly, “Can I at least just sit with you?”

Ann smiles, nodding her head, “Of course, here.” Her legs spread wider than before and you instantly smile back, eager to situate yourself between her thighs and press up against her chest. “Comfortable?” She asks, a single eyebrow raised.

“Almost~ Give me a second, jeez.” You huff and wiggle your way further into her body, feeling how she slowly curls into you, wrapping her arms around your stomach for just a moment before moving both her hands away. Letting out a tiny ‘mm!’ your eyes catch onto the box of gloves that Ann leans for to grab a fresh pair, sliding them over her bony, delicate and manicured hands.

“Just sit tight, I’ll try and finish as soon as...possible.” The sound of the rubber glove rubbing against her palm manages to soothe you enough to rest your head against Ann’s shoulder. Watching her work has always been your favorite past time. At least if you watched her, there wasn't room to feel bored and you could relax. Though there were other things on your mind, you continued to watch as Ann lifts her poised hand to the medical instrument into the light, revealing the bloody finger prints on the handle.

“There we are.” Ann says to herself, “Let’s see, what else is here...”

With nothing else to do, you wrap your leg around Ann’s and rub your ankle along the side of hers, letting out a sigh with no intended trace of annoyance. But Ann glances over at you regardless.

“Y/n, stop moving so much.” She says sharply and you straighten your posture on instinct. She had that effect on you.

As some time passes, you begin to lose track of what Ann is doing and take notice to the slightest movement of her hand twitching against the inner portion of your thigh. You’d originally forgotten it was there in the first place, if it weren’t for the second time. You would’ve thought nothing of it, placing the twitch under your radar and ignoring it, or passing it off as a tick—ones she sometimes gets. But after the third time, you realize there’s no incident and slowly start to look down at the delicate fingers that cage around the center of your mustard yellow shorts.

Not saying a word, you watch as Ann’s fingers glide up your stomach and start to toy with your white drawstrings and pull them down, tugging the waistband of your shorts tighter so that there’s a small tent of the fabric, pinching it so that the smallest portion of your underwear can be seen. You flutter your eyelashes for a few blinks, completely entranced in watching the way Ann curls the thick string around her slender fingers, letting the ends flick around them as well. But it doesn't take you long before you feel your face start to get noticeably hotter and feel your throat slowly close up.

“Ann?” Her name rolls off your tongue in a rough whisper, causing her to release an absentminded hum in response. “Are you...Never mind, it’s nothing.” Ann rests her chin on your shoulder and you let out a shaky breath.

The more you stared, the further Ann’s hand began traveling down into territory she’s claimed many times before. The only thing that confused you was the fact she was so willing to do anything of the sort in such a tense setting, when in actuality Ann wouldn’t be caught dead doing something like this when she was working.

You didn’t mind it, of course, but it still makes you think that maybe there’s something on her mind that you hadn’t thought of just yet. Nevertheless, Ann’s fidgeting catches your attention and by not saying a word, she continues to both use one hand to work professionally, and the other to work and focus on you entirely. You swallow and try to look back at the other hand to avoid any suspicion, but the presence of her palm just barely pressing against your underwear makes your head spin.

“So,” you clear your throat and blink a bit, trying to force your attention away from all the perverted thoughts in your head, “Who the witch you think—who do you think the witch is?” Nice save.

“Well, I can’t say for certain. But I believe it’s someone no one suspects. There’s not much I can go off of until I thoroughly go through this.”

“Like...like a fine tooth comb?”

Ann hums, “Yes, like a fine tooth comb.”

Everything after that seems to be a blur, now hyper focused on Ann’s hand, still resting between your legs. It hasn’t moved from before, but you can feel your thoughts eating you out from the inside, horribly encapsulated with ideas as to what your girlfriend could possibly be doing. You try and calm yourself. Maybe it wasn't that serious after all. Maybe, there were no ulterior motives and this was just Ann’s way of being close to you without having all her attention on you.

Suddenly, you feel Ann’s finger tap your inner thigh again. This time, it was deliberate, almost as if she was confirming every nerve wracking thought was true. You swallow hard and before you know it, Ann’s hand creeps down lower and the side of her finger lifts the fabric of your shorts, touching your inner thigh like it’s nothing.

You pause for a second to face her, eyes burning at the side of her head to telepathically get her to talk first. Expectantly, she doesn’t and remains just as quiet as she’s remained for the duration of her study, but you press on for answers—or at least longing stares that you’d hope would get her to talk. Nothing.

Letting out a harsh breath, you shift a little bit, letting her know you know her hand is there, to which Ann remotely uses her hand to dance around the plumpness of your leg. For a moment, you watch her hand trail up the front side of your body, stopping directly at your rib cage, then inching it’s way down to the thick band of your lemon colored shorts. She’s visibly distant, clearly lost in her work, yet her hands seem to be moving on their own with no recollection of what she’s even doing. You go between looking at her aloof expression to frantically looking down at her hand, too flustered to say anything and not even wanting to say anything in fear she’ll stop paying attention to you.

In truth, you can only feel your head spiral from the little touches she gives you, and you eat every last crumb up like an obedient puppy. Ann knows just as well as you do that no matter the time, place, or day, you crave her touch, so what if this was her fulfilling your needs as well as hers?

Slowly maneuvering her way past the waistband of your yellow shorts, Ann reaches the soft, cotton texture of your underwear and peels it away from your body. Her intrusion gives enough room to slip her middle and ring finger inside your still heat, gently greeting your bare and vividly warm skin and mindlessly resting them there for just a second. A second feels like hours before Ann decides to move again, as if she was thinking back to her work all that time, but right back to you she goes.

You can’t help but bite your lip in anticipation, already soaked from the silence and the seriousness on Ann’s face, a look you only see rarely. It only takes a few more seconds before you feel your heat turn into arousal and slick soon following, your excitement practically pooling at her pale fingertips. Ann takes her middle finger and rubs down the middle of your entrance, parting past your wet folds and taking her sweet time to spend special attention on each groove and warm part of you, knowingly driving you mad.

“Ahh,” you exhale shakily, “Ann, what are you...”

Your fingers dig sharply into Ann’s arm, leaving small indents on her smooth skin as her thumb presses against the hood of your clit and slowly rubs circles into it. She doesn’t show it, of course, but the way her tongue prods the inside of her cheek indicates the pleasure she finds in all of this. She knows very well that if she would pay you any more attention than now, she would lose herself and not get any work done. It pains her to see you in such a vulnerable state because of how much she loved it, head rolled back as if it were on a swivel, trying desperately to hold back stifled moans, and well reddened cheeks from all the blood rushing to your face. Ann craved your body just as much as you did hers, but she knows that other things must be done at the same time.

Ann sighs into your neck, black eyes hidden by the shadows her thick lashes as she takes her fingers and gently massages them over your pussy. “I didn’t expect you to be this turned on over me doing this. My experiment, that is. You truly do surprise me every day, Y/n.” Her fingertips find your clit like they’ve been there a thousand times, still managing to throw you off edge every single time. You throw your head back over her shoulder and sling an arm over as well, a needy hand grabbing at the back of Ann’s head in an attempt to find enough stability to control yourself.

“Ah, fuck—“ you clench your teeth as Ann starts to speed up, circling around your arousal and gliding her fingers over the wet slick gathered up more faster than you anticipated, “Ann—shit.”

“You like it here? Tell me, baby.” Your girlfriend says distantly, still focusing on her work in front of her. Her ability to focus on two things at once along with her ambidexterity had always fascinated you. Still, the bored tone in her voice drives you crazy as she handles you with such ease and precision, countering every thrash and struggle your body gives, unable to properly function when her fingers enter inside of you.

“Yes…A…Ann, can you—hngh! Can you go faster…please?” You slur, not minding your whiny tone since it’s just the two of you. With your chest rising and falling quickly, you start to lean back and spread your legs further apart, wanting her to touch you more and more—which she would end up gladly obliging to. Without saying anything, her fingers quicken their pace, curling her joints in short spurts against your wet walls. “Ngh! Ah, hah, Ann!” you roll your head back and breathe against the shell of her ear, tickling the side of her face with your satisfaction. She can’t help but smile.

“Uh huh~ you’re so pretty all for me. I can’t help myself, you know that.” Ann’s breath tickles your ear, catching you off guard when she presses her mauve stained lips against the thin skin of your neck.

Another slim finger enters your cunt upon your desperate request, easily pumping your wet slick into your folds again and again, methodically fucking you into a deep, pleasurable coma.

She leans over you slowly, head tilting to the side to listen to you better as your body convulses under her. “More! Please, Ann…more more more…” you babble incoherently, noticing her face only inches away from yours staring directly at your widened, properly swollen lips. A satisfied grin pulls a corner of her mouth up as she removes her fingers from your soaked cunt, rubbing quicker, small circles on your clit.

“Oh my God—Ann! Mmh!” You're fighting to stay still and in one piece, your back arched to its full extent and hands clinging dangerously onto Ann’s legs.

“Does it feel good, baby?” She asks, using her other hand to pry your knees further apart. She does it with such ease. “You’re such a mess for me right now, ah...” Every single one of your nerves in your body responds on instinct, jerking your body back and groaning in absolute pleasure.

Your mind in disarray, caught between the fine line of wanting to cum and not, you hold onto Ann helplessly and squeeze your eyes tight to the point of total bleakness.

“Let it out for me, yeah? C’mon…that’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me.” Ann urges, peppering your neck in agonizingly deep, wet kisses, “Such a pretty pussy.”

She knows exactly how you're feeling, not by the blatant fucked out expression on your face, but because her hands have explored your body more times than you can recall; Ann knows each trigger, body tensing and hands grasping onto anything they can because the pleasure is too much. She never holds back anyways.

With another breathless moan, you bite your lip back, watching Ann’s fingers swivel inside your walls, disappearing into your pussy and pulling out just to gain some traction, all through your watery sight.

With a choked, “Fuck...” Ann jerks you closer to her with a squeeze around your waist, rubbing harshly now over your clit and tackling your bud with all she can to give you the most attention you've ever received in such a short moment. As you cry out, Ann’s movements slow and she begins to chuckle deeply into your ear.

“Did you hear that?” Ann asks, leaning back and settling her arm back to original place, “Don’t you sound so pretty?”

You both pant, barley able to catch your breath as Ann’s fingers eventually slow, coming to a stop as soon as you’re able to ride out your high, not bothering to pull her fingers out just yet. By the look on her face, you can tell she enjoyed it as much as you.

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mammss · 2 years

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brother know best

<3 PSA PLEASE KNOW THIS IS DARK SMUT PLEASE DONT READ/INTERACT IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT ps: if you saw this without the writing i didn't mean to post this tumblr is stupid first smut writing?? i hope i wrote this ok and i'm trying to power through requests but i've been in a writing slump for months and school is kicking me in the ass rn so please bare with me!! i really wanna open requests but that won't be for awhile... anyways enjoy!!!

<3 fem stepsister!reader x stepbrother!mammon

<3 warnings: dark content!! please don't read if you're uncomfortable smut, dubcon?? stepsest, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, dom!mammon, sub!reader, degradation, praise, cockwarming, voyeurism mentioned, overstimulation, breeding, cuniliings, fingering, squirting, mammon being a creep

It's normal having a step brother and its normal wanting to know more about him. You only want your relationship to become stronger so why not put your differences aside? And to embark on a stronger relationship it was normal for you guys to have a sleepover in his room.

Mammon didn't say you could have a sleepover but was he gonna deny you? No not in the slightest. Opening his door you noticed him sitting on his couch clearly occupied with something because ever since you moved in with him and his dad this was the first time he didn't acknowledge your presence, he didn't stare at you with eyes that looked almost animalistic, like he was undressing you.

Closing his door you walked up to him wanting to know what he was doing and as always he was counting money from whatever scam he could come up with. You knew he was a morally bad person, from what your mom told you about him he didn't care about anything nor anyone except for money. He’d scam, cheat, lie, do whatever to be rolling in cash and you knew first hand about some of these ‘scams’ he’d partake in.

“Hey Mammon, can I hangout with you tonight? I’m bored and want to hangout with my big brother.”

As soon as you opened your mouth he looked you up and down drinking in your tiny tank top that made your boobs spill out and nipples pop and booty shorts that left little to the imagination. It’s not like he hadn’t seen girls wear clothes like that but for some reason when you wore them you outshined all of them.

“Crawling back to your big brother huh? I’ll let you entertain me, just don’t annoy me or I'll have to punish you.” He said smirking at the last part.

Feeling your stomach flip all sorts of ways you obeyed his commands sitting on his couch and pulling out your phone to mindlessly scroll on it. The only noise invading his room was your finger taping the screen and the stack of cash in his hands rubbing against each other.

Night had come and mammon’s cash and your phone were long forgotten now curled up in his bed sighing you felt content. Mammon as much as a horrible person he was somehow made you feel safe, whether that be texting you asking you where you were after school or sitting down for dinner right by your side, you always were happy to be in his presence.

And being in his presence you were awoken to a multitude of things. The sheets rustling, strong hands gripping your waist and mammon’s hot breath blowing on your neck. Being half asleep yourself you couldn’t process everything that was going on and as if things couldn’t get worse you felt hips rocking, mammon’s hips rocking into you slow and gentle.

“Hnng mammon? What's going on?” You mumbled half awake and confused but deep down you couldn't deny the feeling of his now hard on humping you rough and relentless was creating a damp spot in your shorts.

You knew this was wrong and wanted to put a stop to this but all logic was thrown out the window when he stopped abruptly and snaked his hands up to your chest.

“Wanna be a good girl for me? Do as I say and you won’t regret it.”

With a soft yes his hands resumed feeling your chest pulling moans and whines from you. When he got enough of that he got on top of you pulling off your clothes, relishing in the sight of your body he’s dreamed about.

With no time to waste mammon trailed kisses and hickeys all over you until he stopped at your chest latching onto your nipple smirking when you started to whine louder from the stimulation. Getting lost in the pleasure from him just playing with your boobs you shoved his head further into the plush flesh, and when he was satisfied with one side he moved onto the other sucking and groping until he wanted to enjoy something much better.

“Ya know ever since you've moved in i’ve been wanting to fuck ya, seeing ya walk around the house in that shit you call clothes gets me riled up.” He panted out taking his white beater off.

“I thought I was a weirdo until I saw ya playin with yourself crying my name over and over again with that pathetic toy you had up in ya.” Then his boxers were off, his dick red and agated leaking with precum.

“Tell me, does my dick feel better than that shit you played with a couple weeks ago, doll?” Lining himself to your hole he wasted no time feeling your velvety walls.

Every inch that was slammed into you only made you louder and whinier which made his mind and cock happy. A strangled moan of his name made his pace become more inhuman than it already was, the pleasure was to much to handle and at this point you succumbed to being his personal fuck toy which he would never discard.

“Ha.. mammon.. m’close.” you cried out, your voice giving out on you at this point but from all the noise the both of you made he could still hear you loud and clear.

“P-perfect.. fuck baby m’close too wait for me sugar.” He breathed out.

With a few more thrusts hitting your sweet spot and the slaps of his balls hitting your clit you couldn't help yourself but cum before mammon. The feeling building up and finally coming down felt amazing and better than all the times you touched yourself.

“Hnng… FUCK MC!!!” Mammon grunted out.

Feeling warm ropes of cum shooting into you mammon laid on top of you pulling your bodies closer together. The sweat, heavy breathing from the both of you and mammon dick still inside turned you on again, your stimulated pussy throbbing to get mammons attention.

“Ha seems like you just can’t get enough of the great mammon huh? I’ll spoil you princess.” he said sliding out of you making you slightly whimper from the loss of warmth he provided and crawled down to be face to face with your glimmering cunt.

He ogled at your pretty pussy just admiring the cum oozing out creating a little spot on his sheets before he licked a stripe up to your clit. Feeling you shiver he needed no guidance to dive right in eating you out, he sucked and licked for what seemed like hours, relishing in the newfound feeling he provided you anew sliding his fingers in and curling them inside your gummy walls.

The pleasure building up wasn’t the same as when you came just a minute ago, you felt like you were almost about to pee yourself.

“M-mammon it feels weird…” you said, teary eyed and exhausted.

Taking in what you said he knew exactly what was gonna happen next and he couldn't wait fastening his movements he gave attention to your clit and continued to finger you.

“It feels weird now but trust me you’ll like it, you trust your big brother right mc?” Asking innocently.

The more you moaned his name and pleaded to stop his fast pace movements came to a halt when he felt your juices fall on his face dripping down his chin and onto the bed. You didn’t know what you did and felt embarrassed but mammon couldn’t help but smile ear to ear over the fact he just made his step sister squirt.

He licked up your juices and found a tank top on the floor not knowing or caring whose it was he wiped his face with it and layed down next to you admiring your fucked out face. He couldn't help but smile and wrap his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“You did so good, you know that princess?”

A soft buzzing of your lips was all you could muster out as confirmation to mammon, feeling you drift off he kissed your head and pulled the covers up to keep both of you warm.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #mammon avatar of greed #mammon smut #obey me smut #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #swd mammon #mammon x you

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fcknstar · 1 year

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,, want you "

harryosborn x fem!reader

a.n : i actually couldnt find a gif that fits this story omfg. thought abt this at night. cooties ig. lmao my taglist

warnings : mentions of drinking, clubbing

**lowercase intended**

being family friends with harrys parents meant you had to face him 24/7. it was very cliche for you guys to get close and start playing childish games. but who were you to say when the good times end.

“ what? mom, please tell me you are kidding. no, i am not showing harry around the campus! you already know that we are not that close anymore and i do not want to do anything with him. “ you had wished that what she said had been a joke. you were so glad to find out that you were finally away from harry after stepping foot in boarding school. but sure, you had to savor every moment you had left without harry.

“ are you still angry about that small incident? cooties arent even real- “

“ mom! it very is okay? “ you huffed, your mother has never been so unsupportive towards you before.

“ okay, okay. dont show harry around and ill take away your card- “

“ mom! i earned that.. okay fine. “ you smiled when an idea popped up into your mind.

“ i have eyes darling~ “ your mother ended the call, her last sentence serving you a reminder that she could have telepathic powers that meant she could read your mind.

the next few hours were unnerving, you were just getting prepared to see the face you dearly hated. walking back to your dorm, you were met with one of your friends, ace.

“ there you are darling ! i thought i had to flip the entire campus around to find you ! “ his heavy british accent soared through the empty halls.

“ dont need to exaggerate- “ your sentence had halted when you saw a head popping out the cornee.

“ something wrong love? “ ace had caught onto you stare at a certain direction behind him. looking behind him, he was met with an obvious empty hall.

“ yea, m fine. you were looking for me ? “

“ oh yea, i just wanted to ask if you wanted to accompany me to tonights party. you down? the group is coming, but not with me. but we are probably meeting up after. “

“ i..uhm yea sure why not. “ you smiled. you had just forgotten about the party that was a big thing in the campus as it was the only time the school let it slide.

the next few hours you prepared for the party. you didnt want to overdress because no one will actually dress code you or even care about what you wore. so you just decided on a plain black slip om dress.

walking in with ace, you were met with bodies jumping in hall where the party was held.

" want to grab a drink? " you asked ace.

" mhm, sure. then wanna get on the floor and lose your minds? " ace cheered on. ace was a very fun person to be with, he was always so welcoming and knew how to set the vibe.

taking a drink from the table, you bumped into someone.

" so sorry about that, shes abit clumsy! " ace apologized. you seemingly were too stunned by how good looking the said guy was and wondered why you had never seen him before.

" did you see that guy? hes so hot. "

" now, you dont want to hook up with some guy you just met, hes new isnt it? " ace started swaying to the beat of the song.

" never seen him before, so must be. " you continued dancing with the people around you, making jokes on the way.

that was when you made eye contact with the same guy. he was watching you dance, watching the way your dress slid up higher and higher everytime you swayed more. he was enjoying the show that was very much free.

noticing walking up to you, you braced yourself for what could eventually happen. ace saw the guy and you knew how protective ace was, gesturing that you were fine.

the said guy began swaying his body against yours, dancing behind you. you didnt know whether you felt hot and restless because of the way your dress gripped tightly onto your curves or the way his hands were gripped onto your hips.

you never really enjoyed physical touch if it meant romantically, but your body somehow allowed this. it was as if he understood the way your body worked, the way you worked.

" fuck.. " you let out by accident, you didnt realise how hard he was when he flushed your body against him when someone nearly hit you.

" whats wrong darling? " his blue eyes piercing into your dark ones.

you felt hot and had to get some relief at some point.

" feeling tad bit hot, wanna go for a walk. " you let his hands drop and told ace where youd be if he wanted to find you.

walking out of the hall, you rested your head against the brick wall, catching a breather.

" fucking hell.. " you whispered, you hadnt felt this way for a long time and it killed you.

" thought id find you here.. " the guy you just met broke you concentration. his deep voice would be able to make you cum on the spot.

he advanced towards you, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

" you are even prettier now.. " you didnt care about what he said, not knowing by what he meant. you let your body move, face inching towards his. and then it happened, you were on your toes kissing a guy you thought you didnt know. he, obviously reciprocated it, but before it became anything more, you pulled away.

" so sorry.. it just kind of happened- "

you were cut off when his lips smashed into yours, you backing up until your back hit the wall. you felt his hands roam your waist to your bottom. you felt him tap your thigh, gesturing you to jump. and you did. oh how quick was he to catch you like a feather, pressing you against the wall. inching closer to you as if he was being squished by a nonexistent wall. his lips then latched onto your neck, your body jumped up slightly by the way he sucked onto your sweet, soft skin. it was as if he was waiting for this moment, waiting for the moment when you surrender yourself to him.

he enjoyed the way your gripped onto him, while steadying your breath. you enjoyed the way he gripped you down onto him, the way he quickly found your vulnerable spot. a breathy moan was quick to erupt from you, indicating that you enjoyed every part of this. something in you wanted more of him. but you knew you had to stop before anything bad happened.

" fuck.. thank you " it wa an awkward thing to say of course, but you didnt know what to do after he handled you in ways you craved more of.

" pleasure. harry, harry osborn. " harry leaned against the wall next to you.

no.. you heard that wrong. definitely.

" hey, whats yours? " he asked, looking at you. the moonlight making it easier for you to look at him.

" ( name. ) " you nodded.

" oh i know.. i just wanted to know if you knew your name.. " he chuckled, walking away into the distance.

you did not just do that… kissed harry? your childhood friend.. who gave you cooties? oh fuck.

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#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #valerian

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unidentifiedfuckingthing · 1 year

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i put a long post down here im jsut thinking about relationship dynamics. like an extension of what i was saying in the tags of that article & tweet thread reblog

like this is the kind of thing im referring to. because like in my position as an autistic person with physical disabilities that more or less prevent me from doing any job, and with no friends besides my girlfriend and my immediate family, im obviously in a position that would make me very easy to like, snatch up and keep in a torture dungeon for years and nobody would even notice i was gone. my girlfriend is an autistic trans woman. we were both, as young adults, abused by an underage nonbinary person with no parents and a complex substance abuse problem and what i would describe, with sympathy, and having been attached at the hip for 4 heavily developmental years, as narcissistic personality disorder*, as a completely reasonable result of their life at that point.

like, i feel like a lot of people have 2 very significant ideas informing their idea of relationships that i really disagree with, being

1. there are objective traits in a person that are Abuser Traits or Victimizing Traits- that can be summed along a single line of Abusive Potential, and a relationship between two people on opposite ends of that single line potentially can or inevitably will be abusive, and

2. avoiding these kinds of matchups is both easily possible and the absolute most ethically important step in a relationship.

wherein, like, the argument sounds self-evident enough to stand on its own, but like, only really holds for people who just dont have any deep relationship to any of societal oppression dynamics or interpersonal vulnerabilities. first because in a relationship between 2 vulnerable people its not like it cancels out, they operate more or less independently even if they are The Same vulnerability from an external perspective, and following that like, what are you asking people to do when they have those vulnerabilities that AREN'T situational and will be true in every relationship theyre in? people who are gonna be inevitably financially or socially dependent on a partner, or people who will always have structural disadvantages that a partner could leverage regardless of the other person's relationship to those social structures, the only conclusion to that kind of argument is that its unethical to be in a relationship. period. this is always centered around romantic relationships but friendships hold the exact same potential for power. so like, you could either conclude that people like that (people like us) are just asking for it and taking a risk by being in meaningful relationships with other people, or you could maybe ask whether that relationship between extra options for abuses of power and the choice to abuse power is actually that linear and direct, or even if that risk is natural and inherent or if there are other factors, like social or financial safety nets, or sources of structural inequality, that are actively creating this problem where it wouldnt otherwise exist?

is it reasonable to ask people to "avoid power dynamics" as if thats 1. possible and 2. useful?

and also like, a part of abuse is that people will find ways to create power dynamics within a relationship, they dont have to be created or even visible externally. thats not central because that idea could coexist with the idea that some scenarios, between archetypes of people, and not necessarily anything that indicates intent to abuse, can make it easier, or create more abusive relationships, or whatever. but i do want to say that like, its not that power dynamics DONT lead to abuse, its that those power dynamics by definition are the kind that exist between the parties involved. and just arent at all related to some imagined sum total of weaknesses that person is bringing to a relationship. i think theres also not people waking up and saying "i want to abuse someone" and a lot of the time even calculated abuse is created from some internal need. like, people arent gonna identify themselves as abusive even in the act of explicit abuse. stuff is just more complicated than that. thats the hard part of this is its not "your equation was wrong, and this one is right" its "you cant turn this into math". god knows i hate that answer as much as anyone can but i strongly believe it to be true

*if you take this as an argument that theres a meaningful correlation between personality disorders and potential to abuse people ill kill you

#looooooooooong post.#but like its easier for me to feel like ive successfully expressed myself when things come as too many words than when i cant manage full #sentences you know. so all my long ass posts are like this but its like this is NOT my average thought process this is me trying to polish #my word salad. you know. i feel like i come across as pretentioooous because i got weird vocabulary and it makes me feel bad

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rottingsparrow · 2 years

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Oh boy oh boy here it is my thoughts on Lore Olympus episodes 1-10 I didn't include any pictures because I'm figuring out how I wanna do this also im tired but here it is:

Episode One: Stag, You’re It

Why the title

Minthes hair like connects to her head without a line not bad just a comment

Hades’ sharp ass nose but I enjoy the colors, not super bright yknow

Hera looks so cool but also like snatched almost unnaturally

She is a god tho so

Zeus lets goooo such a solid color imo

Im sorry but artemis’ hair is a lil ugly

Love that all the main characters are snatched /s

Episode Two: Who is She?

And Persophone is now 3 shades lighter ok

Also like i hate the dress Artemis gives persephone it ugly

Persophones hair changed lengths like 2 times but maybe im seeing it wrong

Also artemis if she doesnt wanna be here leave wtf

How is. How is hades holding his drink

Zeus changed colors king

I understand lighting and shading but like. Damn

Ok so if Poseidon hates Odysseus does that mean the events of the Odyssey already happened

Ep 3: Who is She pt 2

LMAO what is hades’ nose

Why did she have random parts w/ no color not a complaint just curious

HER FOREHEAD SO LARGE IN THIS ONE PANEL

“Short sighted” Do we ever see him wear glasses again

Zeus’ lil. Hair thingies keep disappearing

“Honestly i think she puts Aphrodite to shame” wow comparing women/hj

Seriously tho like. why

Ep 4: Who is she pt 3

Idk why she does random scenes where the characters are all like just one color. Not bad per say but weird

Gives artemis huge boobs and in one panel they are either smaller or gone

Artemis bestie if that one thing distracts you from your friend you gotta get ur priorities straight

“Hey kiddo wanna have some real fun” ew

Omg purple eros

So much hair

Did she just give her hair powers so she could draw diff styles lets be honest

Ep 5:

Aphrodites hip angle is so sharp it could kill me

“Friggin” makes my mind go to supernatural and i dont appreciate it

Omg shes a cinnamon roll shes so adorable and gorgeous and yet sexy and *i get shot*

Mother emotionally guilting her son omg its my life

The listen panel. Haunts my dreams

Why does she have so many different painting/coloring styles

LMAO LOOK AT HADES ON THE BALCONY its. Its bad

Ep 6

W hy do they stand like that persephone pls

Love demeters colors tho

This is. This is the metaphor for the maidenhood thing right

Thats how i always saw it

Wow persephone you just woke up and you look so pretty wowww woww

Rachel rachel please does her hair have bangs or not just choose

I do actually like the panel with cerberus, persephone, and hades its nice

Ep 7

Cerberus is so cute

Hades shut the fuck up

The coat is cute

Persephone get off the counter this isnt ur house

Whos minthe? Stop being nosy damn

Didnt really have much to say bout this one

Ep 8

Why are both their eyes open i know they arent in love but that so weird right

Is his dick out or is she just naked on him

“Salutiations” old man

Every second i read persephones eyes get bigger

“I would pay you a salary to barge in on every single aspect of my life” is actually cute however. You literally just met her she hasnt even introduced herself

I dont understand why he thought she meant sex idk

I like that his business card has diff names for him

SHE WAS HOLDING HERS IN HER TITTY WHY

Ep 9

Persephone giggling over that is kinda weird imo but whatever

Persephone please pic a face shape

“Come here puppy” look. Look at her face. Wtf

Train ur dogs hades smh

We never see like any of these dogs fuck you rachel i want dogs

“Let the unionize see if i care” haha so funny haha wow so. So funny. Hades ur such a character

Why is her mouth so high up in this one panel

Hehe puppy

Man in bushes

Ep 10

Why does he have so many cars he doesnt need em

The little :p panel is cute

NOT HER FACE AGAIN RACHEL PLEASE JUST LOOK ONCE MORE

Stop yelling hades

Persephones hair is looking bad rn ngl

I love the colors of the underworld tbh

Rachel please go in depth on how you travel there between realms i am so curious

Artemis randomly gains bangs

I know her hair was flowing but her bangs are too short to completely disappear

Why do his eyes randomly turn red honestly

Goodbye thank god

#lore olympus #anti lore olympus #my opinion #spewingthoughts #how do i do the read more option #i am bad at posting on tumblr

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wolfiewhiskeybutch · 2 years

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💛anon back at it again bc u seemed to like my last one.

How would you like it, if I, a little AFAB femboy was wearing my thigh-highs and teasing you? Tying you to a chair and putting on a show for you.

I was slightly unsure about this to begin with, I was never against the idea, but I was slightly nervous about how to act, as usually you would have more power over me, but you ensured me that you would still be the one in control, it was just something you wanted to try.

I was interested too so I agreed and bound you, trying your wrists to the back and your legs to the corresponding chair legs, keeping them spread. You cant touch me or move but I'll touch you under your instruction and you tell me how well I am doing.

I'll trail my hand down your jaw while you groan "Awwww pup, you're doing so so well" and I flush red at the praise. I step away and slowly undress myself, a source of entertainment for you. I'll trail my hand along my curves and sway my hips

I slowly remove my shirt and skirt, but you stop me. "The thigh thighs stay on, pup" I stop, and smile. I know you like them. You smirk, admiring me in just those stripy pastel thigh thighs. I'll look so cute while you ruin me. You start to get flustered, watching me look so exposed and shy like this, in front of you and under your control does something to you. You press your thighs together, hard.

I'm finding it hard to keep calm now, you're looking at me like that and it makes me feel so filthy in the best way. You smirk, noticing how worked up I look and tell me "keep putting on a show for me" but I just can't. Not with you looking at me like that and pressing your thighs together, obviously in an attempt to gain some friction. Then you let out just the tiniest moan and I know that I cant cope anymore.

I suddenly sit on your lap, you gasp, surprised I'm bot following the instructions anymore. "Pup, what are you doing?" I whine and look up at you, before beginning to grind on your bulge. You moan and struggle ro get out the words "uhhh- dont stop". I grab your shoulders and continue my movements on your bulge, making a mess of your jeans.

You can't grab my hips to guide me, so you must use your words to instruct me, but that's difficult to do when you keep moaning like this. "Oh fuck- faster pup" I obey. Like a good dog.

"Shit ugh- kiss me" you stutter out. I reach up and grab your jaw and start covering your neck in sloppy kisses before moving to your mouth. I moan into your mouth desperately "please- I'm gonna cum" you laugh at me a little, tho it comes out choked. You tell me I can cum soon, but I have to keep going for now and I do. You arent finished with me yet. Your pleasure matters the most to me.

You moan loudly and you cum with me on your lap and my tongue in your mouth. After this I let go too and soak your lap. I pant and collapse onto your chest. You kiss my forehead and I thank you for letting me fuck myself on you and for letting me serve you.

Hey 💛 nonnie! I'm finally getting to this!

First off, thigh highs are such a freaking weakness for me, they get me equal parts flustered and feral but tying me to a chair to tease me? Fuck yes and please.

It's cute though to have someone unsure of topping, giving it a go, I get to smile softly and offer encouragement, it's adorable. 😉

I would absolutely say that the thigh highs stay on and it's exactly that, struggling against what's essentially, my own self-imposed predicament, needing and wanting and feral.

Even more fun than having my directions followed sometimes is just watching that absolute need overriding all other thought, needing to grind and seek pleasure, just completely overwhelmed by it and holy fuck is that one of the hottest things.

I will forever stand by the fact that there is something so intimate about grinding against a thigh, bulge, whatever, not even fucking just groping and grabbing and clutching to one another, it's so freaking hot and I'd absolutely be close to incoherent at this point, barely getting out grunted instructions and commands, especially in the face of such complete and utter devotion.

I'm sorry this took me so long but holy fuck was this a hot scenario! Thank you for sending!!

#💛 anon

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