#just trapped under someone else's thumb

[emmyrosee]

Sukuna hates how petty you can get when you’re fighting.

There is a part of him that loves your stubbornness, sure, like when you huff at him and make him work for your affection, but right now, you’re on day three of the silent treatment, and he’s losing it.

You enter a room and he’s already in it, you leave. You’re talking to yuuji and he comes in, you stop talking immediately. You haven’t been staying the night anymore, and you haven’t given him a kiss goodbye any time you’ve left. Even his ma is questioning what he did wrong, and he can’t give her a concrete answer.

He’s losing it.

Hes spammed texted you, he’s been trapping you in rooms by leaning in the doorframe, he’s been trying to get yuuji to be his messenger, but nothings working. You’re not biting.

“You’re over complicating this,” yuuji shakes his head and thumbing through channels. “Literally just apologize.”

“At this point I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for!”

“Well they’re on their way over, thinking you’re going to apologize, so you’d better figure it out.”

“You’ve been an immense help, thank you, asshole.”

As if on cue, there’s a knock at the door, and when Sukuna takes a deep breath and answers it, you nearly spin on your heel to leave.

“Oh I don’t think so,” he snips, grabbing your hand and pulling you in the house and trying not to focus on how you’re not even fighting against him, and that’s how indifferent you are to him. “We’re talking. Like it.”

“Hey dawg!” Yuuji cheers, clicking off the tv and waving. You wave back, your streak of not talking in front of Sukuna continuing. The younger chuckles, “I’ll let the adults duke it out. See ya!”

The room fills with silence as yuuji leaves, making Sukuna immensely uncomfortable. The way you’re looking at him has him uncomfortable, you’re making him so uncomfortable, and he just wishes you’d toss your pride to the side and talk to him and cuss him out or something.

“You look… good.”

Nothing.

“I’ve missed you.”

Nada.

“I made out with someone else because I got sick of you ignoring me.”

You scowl at him.

“Okay, I was lying. I was hoping you’d cuss me out.”

No dice.

“You’re acting like a fucking child!” He takes a deep breath in to try and ground himself, and you merely watch him with a hurt expression.

Okay. That didn’t help his situation.

“Fucks sake,” he grumbles, making a move to guide you backwards. He’s got you backed into a wall, hands on your shoulders while your arms stay nonchalantly crossed.

“I don’t get why you’re so mad at me; what did I even do?” He snaps, leaning close to your face threateningly.

You blink unamused.

Oh.

You’re gonna speak alright. He’s gonna make sure of it.

“Speak.”

You merely look him up and down and turn your head.

“Talk! Now!”

You let a tired exhale through your nose pass.

“I said i was sorry, and i know you know that was hard for me, why am i still being punished by you?” It’s bait to make you mad and talk, he knows he hasn’t apologized to the most sincere of his ability, but he hasn’t done anything wrong.

“Maybe I’ll tickle ya, how about that?”

That, does, have your eyes widening but you still don’t spare him a breath. He smirks, “I’d bet you’d hate that, huh? Holding in all that laughter and begs for me to stop, knowing I’m not going to until you talk to me… and I’ll do it too. You know that.”

You merely cross your arms over your chest tighter.

He shrugs, “you asked for it.”

And he’s gotta say, he’s impressed with how little you’re fighting back from him scooping you in his arms and tossing you on the couch, straddling you, even taking your two wrists in his massive paw and holding them above your head. Your lips wobble in anticipation, and he’s got you booked now. “Any last words? A quick ‘I hate you,’ maybe?”

You blink, bored, almost calling his bluff, and he comes up to smack his face in frustration. He wasn’t actually bluffing, he did have full intentions of making you scream, but he was so sure you’d crack under his gaze, even a quick kick to him as he was adjusting your body.

No dice.

With a shrug, hands come down quickly to tickle the meat of your ribs, settling in the dips and scratching at the bones maddeningly. He sees your lip become wobblier, and he smirks down at you. “Nothing? Not even a giggle? You must be pissed at me.”

You screw your eyes shut to ignore him and he clicks his tongue, “now you can’t even look at me? That sucks.”

He leans down to nibble at your neck and ear, whispering little words against your skin to make you squeak. But it isn’t until he cheats and uses his mouth to blow a raspberry on your sensitive neck, an area he’s so used to pressing loving kisses to, that you finally crack.

“YOURE SO CHEAP!” You scream, followed by a flurry of laughter and struggling from his tight hold. Your laugh is whiny and desperate, feet digging into the couch while his fingers merely slither up and under your arms.

He smirks against your skin, “gotcha.”

“Fuck off!” You squeal, tugging as hard as you can in his grasp. “Stohop it!”

“Are you gonna keep ignoring me?” He asks. You shake your head back and forth, but he cocks a brow. “Is that a no? Are we going to talk about your issues with me, or am I going to have to tickle you for the next few hours?”

“HOURS?!” You howl.

He shrugs, “you ignored me for three days, least I deserve is to tickle you until you sob.”

“I wasn’t-“ you’re cut off by a flurry of your own giggles. “This isn’t-“ a few more yowls of your laughter when he digs in more. “FUCK OFF!”

“Nah,” he snickers. “This is more fun.” He does, however, stop his torment and pulls back, but he does look down at you impatiently. “Speak,” he echos from earlier.

You let out a few more titters slip past your lips, but you do sober up slightly, “you don’t even care that I was mad at you.”

“Uh, I was about to tickle you until you died, I think I cared too much-“

“No, Sukuna. You just didn’t want me to be mad. You never apologized and you never even bothered to try and make it better…”

This, oddly, has Sukuna’s heart twisting, squeezed with emotions and realization that he did mess up, pride couldn’t save him now and if he wanted to fix this, he’d have to prove it.

He sighs in truce, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“….”

“What?”

“That’s it?”

He rolls his eyes, “what else do you want me to say?”

“I want you to care that I was hurt!” You whine, raising on your elbows. “I want you to understand I was hurt, that you messed up! Not be so prideful and not admit it!”

“Alright, alright, jeez,” he groans. He locks eyes with you, and he knows you’re not going to like it, but he leans down to kiss you, using his two hands to cup your jaw, letting his thumbs stroke your bone lovingly. “I’m sorry. It must’ve sucked having to deal with my shitty ass apologies before. I never should’ve pulled that shit, and I hated not having you by my side.”

This, has you softening.

He presses another kiss to you, “I missed your laughter. I missed you scolding me. I missed you being sarcastic… don’t pull that silent treatment shit again, will ya?”

You hum happily, “don’t piss me off and I won’t have to.”

He blinks unamused, and as the thought of tickling you again crosses his mind, you lean up to kiss his lips giggling softly in the warmth. “I’m kidding. You and I both know you’re not going to stop pissing me off.”

“Love when you answer your own demands,” he chuckles.

The tightness in his soul loosens as you submit to his affections, and he does make a mental note to never piss you off so bad again where you go back to happy to never talk to him again. He hates it more than even he knows, drags him down and he feels like he’s missing a crucial part of himself.

But it is good to know he can get you back out of that funk.

#sukuna #sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #sukuna x gn!reader #sukuna x reader fluff #sukuna imagine #sukuna jjk #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryomen fluff #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader fluff #sukuna ryomen x gn!reader #sukuna ryomen imagine #sukuna ryomen jjk #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x gn!reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x yn #jjk x y/n #jjk x you

[roosterr]

Heyyy! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn.. BUT if you areee, can I just please get a john price with the prompt “why are you avoiding me?” (Bc I’m a slut for angst) with a large fry on the side? IF NOT I TOTALLY COOL

outside it starts to pour

note: two posts in one month? who am i? i hope this is angsty enough lol, i re-wrote it 3 times bc i wasnt happy with it, its a love hate relationship 🥲 but anyway pls enjoy anon!!!

pairing: john price x gn!reader

wc: 1.5k

summary: in your dreams, you're more than just someone who warms john's bed

warnings: fwb, implied smut but no actual smut, angst, miscommunication (i cant help myself), hurt/no comfort, no happy ending

ao3

"why're you avoidin' me?"

the question echoes in your ears, drowning out the war drum of your heartbeat despite the heavy silence that settles between you.

john has a hand around your arm, gentle and barely there but still anchoring you in place like a vice with just his light touch. the back of your mind screams for you to rip yourself free, get as far away from the familiar timbre of his voice and the near-stifling comfort of his smoky scent as you can before he can get you in his web again. but just like always, he's got you right where he wants you.

how many times have you been pulled behind the door he was halfway out of? and how many times have you been ushered back out again with your hair and heart a mess, just to pretend like nothing happened? always one foot in your little secret and one in his reputation, never fully with you; that's how the captain operated, and you feel like a fool for ever believing otherwise.

a squeeze to your arm brings you back to the present, suddenly all too aware of his fingers against your skin and his eyes boring into your own with an intensity that has your heart fluttering – against your mind's better judgement.

"i'm not." your response is a mutter, your gaze dropping from his to the hardwood ahead of you. it's unconvincing, even to you, but he had no right to question you like this.

"you are." he shoots back, gruffly and without a second of hesitation. from the corner of your vision you see his brow furrow, casting shadow over those eyes that always captivate you so mercilessly.

a sigh escapes his chest at your lack of response, his eyes darting from one end of the hallway to the other before giving your arm a miniscule tug, nodding his head back towards his office.

that's how it always starts. the thought makes your heart clenches painfully. "stop. i don't want to–"

"no." he interrupts firmly, with a shake of his head so resolute it almost has you believing that was never his intention to begin with. your eyes gravitate towards his again, and there's a spark of something, under the surface, when his thumb strokes your skin, dipping just below the hem of your sleeve. "talk to me, what's wrong?"

the urge to give in is tempting, to fall into his arms like you always do, just how he wants, how he expects you to. this time, however, you're determined to avoid his trap.

"it's nothing," you avert your gaze again, sighing in the same moment you take his wrist and slowly pull his touch from your arm, "just leave it."

john tuts. "it's not nothin', though, is it?" he asks, sidestepping into your line of sight again and ignoring the pointed look you give him. "talk to me."

if he cared for you the same way you do for him, his persistence would be endearing, but you know better. you're a good soldier who just so happens to be a good fuck too; that's all you are to him, and that's all you'll ever be.

"i told you. drop it." you shake your head, face creasing into a frown as you turn on your heel. if you have to endure any more of his deceiving sympathy, you know you'll only end up caving to his desires. you're not that strong, and that's why you need to keep as much distance as possible between you.

"you're somewhere else, lieutenant." he calls after you, stopping you in your tracks before you can get too far. you don't bother to turn around, but he continues anyway. "if you can't get your head back in the game, i can't risk havin' you out in the field."

your indignant laugh bounces off the walls.

"it's just that easy for you, isn't it?" there's a lump in your throat as you force the last two words over it, one you hope neither of you will acknowledge.

"and what's that supposed to mean?" he scoffs, the sound of his boots taking a few damning steps closer to where you stand, still with your back to him.

"i don't know why i'm offended, you always do this." you mutter, bringing your hand up to smooth over the crease of your brow, the tremble there barely noticeable but telling of your fragile state.

he doesn't respond this time, waiting for you to elaborate with what you're sure is a glare directed at the back of your head.

"you find something to take, and take, and take from," you spin around to face him again, which proves to be a mistake because the second you meet his concerned eyes, you can feel the sting of tears in your own. "and as soon as it's not useful to you anymore, you chuck it away like yesterday's leftovers."

the silence that follows your outburst is so tense it weighs you down. you can't will yourself to move, to tear your gaze away from him even when your vision blurs. it takes a moment for you to realise just how ragged your breathing has become, feeling the hard rise and fall of your chest over your racing heart as you come down from your anger.

"that… that's not what this is." john utters, his face morphing into something you coin as pity, and it makes your heart squeeze all over again.

"don't. i told you to fucking leave it…" your voice is weaker than before, and you curse yourself for showing this amount of weakness in front of him, because now you know he knows that it was never just sex to you. he never meant that little to you.

by some miracle you manage to blink away the tears before they can fall and embarrass you further. you wait for him to say something, in a painful sense of awkwardness that's never been there before, but all he does is stare at you.

"i can't do this anymore." you whisper, the words muffled through the blood rushing in your ears. you fix him with another scathing look before turning to leave for the second time tonight.

"wait." he calls your name as you walk away, quickly moving to catch up with you, but you have no desire to listen to him, not anymore. he gives you no time to react when he rushes to stand in your path, grasping both your shoulders to stop you when you try to sidestep him. "for fucks sake, just hold on."

there's a conflicted look in his gaze that seems to pull his expression down with it. if you had anything left to give you might've felt bad for being the cause, but it's been months of this game of cat and mouse, and you're drained.

"it was a mutual arrangement," he urges, his eyes search yours, something you can't discern muddying the deep blue as they dart across your face.

you give a watery scoff, rolling your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself of the ache his touch brings you. "there was no arrangement. you're not an idiot, john, you knew how i felt about you."

"what?" he has the audacity to sound confused, and you have to resist the urge to scoff again. "how you felt about me? what're you saying?"

"i think it's pretty obvious by now." you mutter, folding your arms over you chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. he hasn't taken his eyes off you once, your skin prickling under his intense stare. "i'm an idiot for thinking this would go any other way."

there's another heavy pause, john opens his mouth and closes it again like he was fighting with himself on what to say. the way your throat has constricted makes it hard to breath without sobbing, your breath coming out laboured and uneven.

"do you regret it?" he finally asks, his fingertips pressing into your flesh almost imperceptibly, leaving your skin tingling even though your shirt.

it was self-destruction, giving in to him every time even though it felt like a thorn in your heart. to allow yourself to live in the fantasy that he loved you while you were in his arms, just to have that warm feeling shattered when he told you to get dressed.

"yes."

you regret falling for someone who would never love you back.

"it's over. let me go, captain." you whisper, a plea for him to release you from whatever spell he's got you under, even if you don't really mean it.

his hands drop from your shoulders, letting one curl into a fist at his side and bringing the other up to scratch his beard in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture. you know it's for the better, but the knowledge couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. you brush past him, feeling his gaze burning into you as you lean away to avoid touching him.

he doesn't stop you when you walk away this time.

#john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain john price #john price #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #roosterr writes

[sixosix]

i hope by the time you read this, exams have gone well for you <3 but thought of the day is giving lyney smooches over his face because ohh. he is so pretty :3

i get you anon. whoever u are i GET YOU lyney is so pretty his face is made to be kissed idc. also thank u !!! exams have just finished and it went. Well. it definitely went. enjoy reading ❤️

There's a certain charm to the sight of Lyney in an oversized shirt and pajamas. It’s in a deep shade of red, not unlike his usual palette, yet it almost feels wrong, seeing him out of skintight stockings and leather—almost like you've stumbled upon a secret, watching him move onto the bed beside you.

“What?” Lyney murmurs once he’s lied down. “What’re you looking at me for? Something on my face?”

“Yeah.” Your gaze follows as Lyney reaches to pat his face, his brows furrowed just a little. He looks so sleepy. “It’s too cute.”

Lyney blinks once, caught off-guard, before bursting into a fit of light laughter. “I see I’ve rubbed off on you too much,” he says, mostly to himself.

Lyney hums in confusion when you sit up and hover above him. Your eyes wander, taking in how his hair splays all over the pillow and how his cheeks have noticeably gone a shade darker. For someone able to recover so smoothly, he looks all-too visibly pleased by your words. And for someone who calls you different synonyms of ‘pretty’, he looks ethereal beneath you like this.

“Well… do you want to do something about it?” The smirk that tugs on his lips suggests something else that’s far in some forgotten corner of your mind as you cup his face with one hand.

“Yeah,” you whisper, then lean in to press a tender kiss on his nose. You don’t miss the way his eyes have fluttered shut and both his hands instinctively reach out to your hips.

“You missed,” he says as soon as you pull away, feigning a pout.

“Did I?”

“You can’t fool a magician’s eye! You have to take responsibility now.”

He feels your lips everywhere on his face except for his mouth. Both his cheeks, his chin, his forehead. After each tender kiss, you playfully make a "mmmwah" noise, which earns a soft, delighted chuckle from him.

“You’re still missing,” he says, promptly cut off by you placing a long kiss in between his brows.

His skin feels soft and warm, be it his Vision or the flushed heat shared between the two of you, it’s all the same with Lyney. If he wasn’t such a brat you’d kiss him for hours more, just like this.

“Hey,” Lyney says, trapping your chin with his index and thumb, drawing you closer. “Have you forgotten how to kiss?” 

“On purpose.” You prove this by peppering kisses all over his face once more, grinning against his skin when Lyney bursts out laughing like he’s being tickled. “You should let me kiss you like this often.”

“Mm,” Lyney allows himself to shut his eyes, smiling contentedly as you press a chaste one on his lips. “It does feel nice. I like it when you spoil me with your undivided attention. Do it more, will you?”

He yelps when you trace your teeth over his jaw. “Fine.”

Lyney splutters, blushing darker. He’s a putty under your touch—unbelievably pretty while at it, too. “Are you kissing me or eating me?”

You flash him a grin. “Why don’t you find out?”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #lyney x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #lyney fluff

[genshin-scenarios]

types of fleeting moments…

Summary: Cute or flustering things they might do. There is uh, kissing in almost all of them, so rated teens and up!

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Lyney, Kazuha, Heizou

It’s not uncommon for Venti to rile you up. His laughter is light on the breeze as he finally puts an end to teasing you, a gentle voice suddenly very close to your ear. He drapes his arms on top of your shoulders, leaning close.

“Sorry, sorry! You’re just so cute when you’re mad.”

Your annoyance pitches into a blush at the proximity. “And how is that—”

As much as Venti likes to talk, he’s just as naturally inclined to stealing your breath away—or in this case, shocking you out of your rebuttal with a kiss that swoops into you. 

His thumb hooks under your chin to tilt you closer. The familiar taste of apples meets your tongue as Venti’s nose brushes yours, smiling against your lips.

Maybe there’s one more thing he’s addicted to, other than wine. 

You’ve been on many adventures and stealth missions, but you have to admit that getting trapped into a hiding space with Xiao is not something that’s happened before.

Xiao isn’t often this close to you—at least not in situations like these, where both your hearts are racing at the thought of being caught by enemies right in the middle of their base. But maybe part of the heat rising to your cheeks is also because of Xiao looking towards the side, doing everything he can to respect your space in a closet that has none.

The sound of footsteps and a loud thumb against the door startles you both; Xiao’s arms immediately move to cage you against the wall. It’s a protective instinct, but the moment those outside shuffle away, Xiao’s ears are blushing the reddest you’ve ever seen.

“I didn’t mean to…” He starts, before sighing and opting to thump his forehead against the wall beside you instead. This time, you’re the one that freezes at the feeling of his hair tickling your neck.

What a mess you’ve found yourself in.

You’d intended to infiltrate a party under the guise of being a couple. Yet it takes less than an hour for a stranger to start blocking your way, attempting to flirt with you when you were supposed to be gathering information from somewhere else. 

From across the room, Lyney abandons his task to step in and introduce himself as your boyfriend. While this was your cover, you’re still flustered at how he’d done so in such a blasé way. Lyney smiles like it’s second-nature as he picks up your hand and brushes his lips over your knuckles.

“Isn’t that right, my love?”

It’s all you can do to muster a smile and play along, trying not to let the shock appear on your face. When the offender disappears amongst the crowd, Lyney continues holding onto your hand and even pulls you closer. There’s a pout on his lips as he quietly complains. “How could I just stand there as someone tried to whisk you away?”

“It’s just a cover.” You try to reassure him, but the mischievous glint in Lyney’s eyes suggests otherwise.

“...Does it really have to be?”

There are a lot of things Kazuha does that makes your face heat up like no tomorrow, but this might be the worst of them all.

“Sorry,” he smiles against your neck, anything but apologetic. “I’m just a little tired today, I hope you don’t mind.”

When Kazuha asked if you’d be okay with cuddling with him, or letting him take a nap with you, this was not what you imagined. 

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling against it. Absent-mindedly, Kazuha mentions he can almost hear the sound of your pulse. He places a fleeting kiss on your collarbone, before finally resting against your shoulder like a normal person.

Then, you feel his fingers trace the spot he’d just kissed. His touch is just gentle enough that it tickles you, and as you spot the little quirk to Kazuha’s lips, you can feel your sanity floating even further away. Kazuha’s hands travel across your skin, as if drawing a map of his traces on you.

At this rate, you’ll never sleep soundly again.

Heizou has a habit of sharing things with you; particularly food.

It’s a normal thing to do, in his defense. Why only eat one type of dish when you could order two different ones and share them? Set aside the fact that Heizou likes to also feed you, watching for your reaction as he lifts a spoon to your lips to sample something—would you get embarrassed, or attempt to casually take a bite? 

He takes all responses as a way of learning more about you, so no matter what, Heizou seems to be happy about the result.

Today, you’re at a festival together. It’s honestly a beautiful event, with sakura blossoms in the air and yokai hiding around the forest, peeking out at the food stalls and games. You’d gotten yourself a bag of candies and didn’t think much of Heizou asking for a sample.

Until he takes said sample from you, in a kiss that stuns you in place, before realizing he’d stolen it from your mouth. Heizou only sends you a wink, thanking you, and quickly walking ahead before you could  scold him for his boldness.

#venti x reader #xiao x reader #lyney x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin reader insert #genshin writing #traveler wishes #genshin scenarios

[rashoumon-homo]

Hands (Chuuya x Reader)

Chuuya x Trans Male Reader, NSFW

-> Content Warnings: trans male reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), amab terms for afab parts, “wetness” is mentioned but otherwise no fem terms

-> 1.7k words

Author’s Note: this was my first time writing trans smut and it was really really hard for me. Hopefully this is beneficial and euphoria-inducing to someone out there who doesn’t get to see themself represented in reader insert fanfic often.

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

The first time you watched Chuuya tug off his gloves, you knew those hands would be the death of you. The smooth skin of his palms, those long, powerful fingers. How might they feel loosely caged around your neck? Slipped under the hem of your shirt, roaming along the expanse of your waist and abdomen?

It was no more than a fantasy; a guilty pleasure of yours. Until, a week or so after you’d started dating, you were walking side by side and he casually grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers into yours. Even with the glove acting as a layer between you, the warmth of his skin seeped through to yours. The muscles in his palms, in each section of his fingers, flexed ever so slightly as you both moved, reminding you of their presence. His hand was smaller than you expected, about the same size as yours. But he was much more confident with it, which lent to the impression it was larger than it was. He’d rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand to relax you, though it had much the opposite effect. The gentle pressure sent shivers down your spine, collecting and pulsing between your legs. It seemed your body wanted to feel that rhythmic, gentle pressure somewhere else.

When he pinned you against the wall and kissed you for the first time, his hands were a significant part of the equation. One held your waist while the other slid from the side of your neck to your jaw, his leg slotted between yours all the while. He pressed his thigh into your throbbing dick as he kissed you, coaxing a small groan from your mouth. Even while kissing, he moved deliberately; never half-assing or doubting his movements for a moment. He was confident. Dominant. Though trapped between the cool brick and his warm body pressing into you, you didn’t feel cornered or afraid; far from it. You wanted more.

Then came the fantasies. You wrote it off as innocent curiosity at first, wondering whether the pads of his fingers would be rough or smooth under the gloves. One thing led to another, and you were imagining his hands sliding over the sensitive part of your waist, squeezing the curve of your ass, pushing your thighs apart to venture between your legs. Those skilled hands would know all the right spots to touch, to press and stroke, to bring you to orgasm. The thoughts themselves were enough to aid you when getting yourself off, at least. At the rate things were going, all he’d have to do is reach for your belt and you’d cum in your pants like a teenager. Luckily for you, you lasted a bit longer when the time came.

You were spread out on his mattress, still dressed, while he stood at the foot of the bed and slipped off his jacket. He eyed you hungrily as he continued to undress, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time at a deliberately slow pace. You licked your lips and swallowed. When you reached to take off your own clothes, he stopped you.

“I want to unwrap you myself,” he said, eyes trailing up and down your body. He tossed his shirt aside and knelt on the bed between your legs, pushing them to a bent position to give himself more room. He handed you another pillow to prop up your head, looking a little nervous for the first time since you’d met him. “You comfortable, baby?” he asked, resting his hand on your knee.

You nodded. “I’m fine,” you reassured him. “Just really fucking horny.”

Chuuya laughed lightly, now finally reaching for the button on your jeans. “That I can help with.”

You could feel the pressure of his fingers near your groin as he undid the button. Only a couple layers of fabric separated you from his touch. The tug of the zipper was unbearable, sending miniature vibrations through the fabric of your underwear. Nowhere near enough to get off from, but enough to tease you. Without thinking, you bucked up into his touch.

“Ahh, sorry,” you said quickly, hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Hey,” he said softly, pulling your hands away. “Don’t hide, baby. You being eager is a good thing.”

He tugged your pants off and threw them to the side, but hesitated before reaching for the waistband of your boxers. He ran his knuckles lightly over the fabric over your crotch, pressing a little harder at the moist patch you’d left.

“So wet for me already…” he murmured. He glanced up then, and asked, “Is that alright for me to say?”

You nodded, then guided his hand higher to where your dick throbbed against the fabric. “Though, I prefer you to point out how hard I am as a measure of arousal.” He nodded, experimentally petting over it through your boxers.

“As long as you don’t use any words you wouldn’t use for an amab guy, it’s fine,” you reminded him.

“Before I start, are you okay with my fingers inside?” he asked.

“Please,” you said quickly. Then shyly, you added, “Would you be okay with taking off your gloves? I’ve kind of been fantasizing about that for a while.”

Chuuya grinned, then tugged off his gloves with his teeth. And there were his beautiful, slender hands, exposed to the air once more. They reached for your waistband, knuckles just grazing your skin, as he pulled your boxers off.

Chuuya swallowed, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. “God, that’s sexy,” he breathed.

He gripped the undersides of your thighs to spread them wider, positioning you. Rather than go for your dripping hole first like you expected, he rubbed his thumb along the underside of your dick. It throbbed against his touch, and you let out a short moan. He did it again, eliciting a similar reaction.

“You wanna jerk me off, baby?” you asked with a lazy smile. “Here, try like this.” You pushed his hand aside with your own and curled your finger, showing him how you like to jack off on your own. He copied the motion and pretty soon had the hang of it.

You moaned, arching your back to angle your hips towards him. “So good, baby,” you praised.

Chuuya slid his finger down to your hole and pushed it in with ease. He added another on the next thrust, curling them inside you as he moved them. “So warm,” he murmured.

“More,” you groaned. Your dick ached with need.

Continuing to stroke his fingers inside of you, he took your dick into his mouth. His eyes flicked up to study your reactions as he tried a mix of sucking it and rolling his tongue over it at different intensities.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. Your breath came out as short gasps as you writhed under his touch. “Feels so fucking good.” Those hands really were magic, the way they pressed into you just right. And his mouth must have been sent from heaven, with how expertly he sucked dick.

Chuuya’s free hand pressed down on your hip to hold you in place. His hips were moving, you noticed, as he grinded against the bed. After a broken moan of yours, he groaned against your dick, sending vibrations shooting through you like lightning.

“Chuuya!” you gasped. A familiar heat started to gather in your groin. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. “Chuuya… fuck, Chuuya… ‘m gonna-”

Your whole body tensed and you let out a loud cry, clenching down hard on Chuuya’s fingers. He slowed down but continued to fuck you through the orgasm.

He took his mouth off your dick and must have at some point started rambling words of praise because when you came back down, he was murmuring, “…hot like that, the way you look when you cum, you’re doing so good for me baby boy, so perfect.”

You breathed heavily, muscles finally relaxing. Your skin was covered with a sheen of sweat and you felt exhausted but happy. When you looked down at Chuuya, he was looking back at you with such adoration it made you feel shy all over again.

“Taking my fingers out now,” he warned. He slid them out, then quickly grabbed a tissue to catch the majority of the cum dripping from them. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, then said, “I’m gonna wash my hands and then I’ll come clean you up, ‘kay?”

You nodded, and closed your eyes. There was the sound of the bathroom sink once, then twice, then the pressure of him sitting on the bed alerted you to his return. He gently cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, then set clean pajamas at the end of the bed.

“You should probably go piss before you fall asleep,” he said. “I heard it’s important.”

“You did your research,” you said, surprised.

“Well, yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “I wanna take good care of my boyfriend. If that means doing some extra reading, I’ll do it.”

Your eyes crinkled into a smile. “Babe! When I get back from the bathroom, I want cuddles, so get ready.”

In the bathroom, you changed into the pajamas Chuuya had lent you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror like an idiot. And true to your word, as soon as you came back to the bedroom, you hopped in beside him and snuggled into his arms. The comforter had been replaced with a new one - luckily all the mess had been on top of it instead of the sheets.

Chuuya kissed you as you settled into the sheets, stroking the back of your head lovingly.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me- for everything really. I’m sorry I didn’t get you off too,” you said.

“Oh, uh…” he said, blushing. “I kinda… came while sucking you off?”

Your eyes widened and you grinned. “You did not!”

Chuuya shrugged sheepishly.

“And here I thought I was gonna be the one to cum before even getting touched,” you snickered.

“Hey!” he said, shoving your arm.

You caught him in a kiss, and the two of you laughed together until you fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

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#rashoumon writes #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x male reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x male reader #trans male reader #male reader #chuuya smut #bsd smut #bsd fic

[sky-is-the-limit]

(+18/MDNI/afab y/n)

(P.s I'm not a writer, just sharing my filthy thoughts about this man) Writers feel free to get inspired from the idea!

Okay, I get how most people say that Price would have a praise kink, I see the vision, I get it but I feel like that would be more outside the bedroom or in a more emotional/intimate situation. Generally? Corruption kink all the way, degradation and all. (I saw someone else talking about it and if you see this, I'm glad we share the same braincell)

It'd start with you accidentally calling him Captain or sir (especially if you have nothing to do with his line of work) while teasing him about something, rolling your eyes while stressing his title full of sarcasm. You know damn well, if there's a word that comes to mind every time this man steps into a room, it's authority.

So first time it happened, he'd demand you say it again so he can hear it from your lips, to make sure he heard that right while cornering you against the kitchen counter. If a look could make you foreseen how the rest of the night would unfold, it would be the one in his eyes while you repeat 'Captain' in a seductive tone, almost provocatice in a way when you realise how turned on he is by one single word.

Lips parted, pupils blown as if he had just calmed down from a third orgasm, all because you called him a word he hears a hundred times, every day, years now.

"I had an exhausting day at work and all I wanted was to come home and relax." He's used to commanding so many soldiers, receiving respect even from his superiors and yet here you are, with your pretty eyes, barely clothed and many years younger, teasing him with a smirk that's pressing all his buttons.

He thinks it's cute, really, how you act like you're gonna get away with it because he knows damn well a part of you is doing it on purpose. How you always stare at him like a starved woman when he's putting on his military uniform every morning before he gets to base, how you find every excuse to visit him in his office, just to watch him be that. Be the Captain who orders people around, the one who's in control.

"And you decided to be a disrespectful little brat, hm?" He leans in closer, barely an inch away from your face, his intense stare never breaking eye contact. The dominant tone in his voice sending a shiver down your spine whilst you unsuccessfully try your best to appear composed, a smirk forming on your lips before you turn your gaze out the window. Bad idea? Or the best one you had in a while?

"Answer me. Was that your intention?" Price demands, placing two fingers under your jaw, a thumb on your bottom lip as he lifts your head up so you can look into his eyes.

"Yes." You whisper sweetly, putting on an innocent facade that would fool no one, especially him. You know exactly what he wants from you, what he wants to hear. Every word coming out of your mouth calculated to get the exact reaction you've been craving. You're proven right as you watch his bottom lip twitch at your simple, incomplete answer.

He seems fed up, annoyed with your disrespect but before you get to hear his next 'command', he stops before it even begins. You thought you could outsmart him, get a reaction out of him, how cute.

The smirk you had on your face, slowly dropping from your lips as it forms onto his, tilting his head to the side as if he's accepting an unspoken challenge you bet with him the second you called him by his title. His strong, defined arms drop from the counter where he had you trapped, crossing them over his chest as he takes two steps back.

"Then you get nothing." He announces nonchalant, leaning back against the table comfortably as you try to process what he just said. The expression on his face showing how much he's enjoying the surprised look on your face, watching your plan backfire and him not reciprocating your little game. It's torture, really.

You can already feel your black, satin panties soaking up the reaction happening from just his voice, your heart beating so fast like it's the end of the night when it hasn't even started yet. And so your plan comes down crushing on you as your mouth runs faster than your brain can even try to catch up when a whiney, pathetic "Please, Captain" escapes your mouth.

Yeah, that's exactly what he wanted to hear. If you could capture the look on his face right now, you could use it as comfort between the sheets when he's away and you have to do all the work yourself.

"You have to make it up to me, don't you think?" Price mumbles quietly, like every filthy scenario he can think of, is playing right in front of him and takes two steps closer to you, your skin burning with anticipation. Gulping down all the saliva that gathered in your mouth, you nod shyly before taking a deep breath. The sight of you must be truly pathetic right now but you couldn't care less.

"Get down on your knees for me." His command sends your body into a spiral, your brain can't even bother with working on something to say as your knees weakly give in, like every nerve in you was waiting for this. You don't even process how fast you drop down in front of him, the only thing bringing you back to reality is his deep chuckle, tone clearly mocking your eagerness as you slide your hands up to his thighs. Oh the sight must be really-

"Pathetic." Your eyes mesmerised, following the motion of his right hand as it grabs the buckle of his belt, your mouth already parting like you're waiting desperately to be fed. The sound of it being undone like music to your ears. Timidly, you turn your gaze back to his face, the slight smirk never leaving his lips as he looks down at you, his index finger caressing your bottom lip, softly.

"Let's see if that pretty little mouth of yours can still be disrespectful after I fuck into it."

#nah bc not even the guillotine could stop the head that i would give him #no ounce of shame in me if i had this man in front of me #john price #captain john price #captain price #john price smut #captain price smut #cod smut #call of duty #cod x reader #captain price x reader #ghost #ghost smut #könig smut #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #task force 141 #141 x reader #barry sloane

[vivalarevolution]

𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻

Dark-Obsessive Neteyam x Reader

Request: „I love your works, and I am wondering if you could write dark-angst fic abt neteyam (aged-up obv). Maybe in a scenario where the reader does not like neteyam/sees him as a friend and likes someone else, which makes him jealous. It doesn't have to be nsfw, but I think it will be very fitting considering the theme of the story.‟

A/N: I have a weakness for dark characters. That's why when I was writing this request I couldn't resist and added a few things along with little changes, going beyond the content I was given from anon.

Not my best work but still I hope you will enjoy reading it and that you will like it. Remember, english is not my native language, grammatical errors will or may occur. Works also contains smut , and that's why please minors do not interact with it.

*Some characters have been aged up

She felt it, felt his burning gaze on every inch of her body. No matter where she moved, no matter how she bent, his eyes followed her ,devouring her. This sent a wave of shivers down her spine which spread all the way to her toes.

And when a pair of hands slid subtly over her ribs, the gaze on her body was no longer devouring, but burning, causing her a pain she couldn't forget.

-Your body is right here , with me. But where is your mind tìyawn? - a man asked her, tickling her earlobe with the air that escaped from his mouth.

-My mind is here as well , do not doubt it - she replied, placing her hand on his chest, when her eyes wander over his blue skin and the black tattoos that decorated it.

-Are you lying to your future Olo'eyktan? - he asked, cupping her chin in three large fingers, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks, his thumb tracing her full, kissable lips.

-I would never lie to you, Aonung - she stated quietly, grabbing his wrist, squeezing it gently.

-Yet you're avoiding telling me the truth - metkayina man said, trying to find the answer in her onyx pupils, which had dilated, now resembling a dark night sky that decorated her irises.

Suddenly, the eyes that had been staring at her disappeared, causing her skin to be covered with a long-forgotten coldness.

-There is nothing I am hiding from you - said the woman, involuntarily looking away towards the place where the one who had been watching her every move had recently stood.

But after her words, the person she was looking for so desperately was suddenly behind her, as if summoned. Hiding her silhouette with his massive body ,placing a large, rough hand on her hip, giving her the impression of a silent and sick announcement that she belonged to him, that she was his property.

-I hope I didn't interrupt anything important - he said politely, so politely that it almost sounded like a lie that hide his true intentions.

-No ,of course not my Olo'eyktan - the woman replied immediately, avoiding the gaze of both men.

In response, Neteyam placed two fingers under her jaw, forcing her to look into his golden eyes, which screamed one word - liar.

-Good , very good...in that case, I would like to talk to you - he announced, speaking to her as if they were alone, even though they were surrounded by a sea of ​​people -...privately - he added, and his voice became lower, heavier, almost threatening.

She was unable to agree or refuse before the same hand that held her waist pulled her towards its owner, making her surrender and accept that she was trapped in a snare that was impossible to escape.

But even if she tried to escape, she knew she couldn't do it. She was too weak to disobey, too weak to oppose, and she hated how powerless she had become.

-Neteyam... - she whispered and almost immediately his attention focused on her -...you have to stop. I am begging you.

The man approached her, running his nose over the soft skin of her cheeks, inhaling her intoxicating scent that made him just want to be closer to her.

-I don't understand what you're talking about yawntutsyìp - he said, running his fingertips along her ribs and collarbones, stopping at the crook of her neck.

-My heart doesn't belong to you. I am not yours - the young woman said suddenly - I have never been Neteyam... and I never will be. 

Her words made the hand around her neck tighten, not to choke her, but to give her a silent warning.

-Oh, but you are - he growled low in her ear - You are mine, you belong to me Y/n. No one else can have you - his words became more possessive, more dangerous - You said it yourself, I am your Olo'eyktan - he whispered, pressing his body against hers - That makes you my possession.

Y/n let her body go limp.

My possession echoed in her head, and the dark thoughts that had crept into her mind so long ago suddenly became the reality that stood right before her eyes.

-Whatever you feel for me, these emotions. They are dark, poisoned. They are deadly - she noticed, closing her eyes after a moment when in response Neteyam only wrapped his other hand around her figure, pulling her closer to him, so close that the warmth of their skins overlapped - This is not what love should look like.

The man looked straight at her.

-How do you know what love looks like? - he asked, and the hand that was holding her throat found itself on her jaw, holding her head in place - How do you know what my love looks like if you never let me show it to you? You never try to take it, to feel, to truly feel what my love for you feels like.

-If this is what your love is supposed to look like, then I don't want it - the young woman announced, looking directly into his golden eyes, which became shadowy, no longer hiding the darkness that smoldered deep inside men -Your love is like ivy that wraps around me and suffocates me every time I try to move, tightening more and more, so much so that it breaks my bones. This's what your love looks like.

- I'll show you what my love looks like - he growled , suddenly attacking her neck with his fangs , which almost immediately penetrated her skin , creating a bloody mark , that made a silent scream fell out of her mouth , and a shadow of tears appeared in her eyes.

After that Olo'eyktan moved away from her body , watching with a kind of pride what he had done , moments later pushing her against a tree, immediately hovering over her small body ,like a predator who had managed to capture its prey.

His hands touched her with extraordinary precision, giving the impression that he was everywhere, not allowing even one patch of Y/n skin to be untouched. Her shoulders , her hands , her ribs , her breasts , her hips , her thighs. His fingertips left behind a burning sensation that, instead of dying out like a barely smoldering flame, lasted like a wildfire that consumed not only her body but also her mind.

His lips glided over her soft skin , going lower and lower with each kiss , which left a wet trail and chills behind. Neteyam stopped only when he could taste her sweet arousal on his tongue , soaking her inner thighs and loincloth . Her material teased the skin of his face , which found its place on her womanhood. Therefore, his hands , still roaming over her body , found their place on her hips , just above the belt that held her lower garment , after a moment ripping it with great force , tearing it almost to pieces.

-No...no , Neteyam - she whispered, trying to push him away, even though her body trembled with growing excitement that she could not accept.

-Stop fighting oeyä yawne- he muttered, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as his lips brushed her pubic bone, coming dangerously close to her clitoris, which was swollen and wet, begging to be touched - Just give in -he whispered , before his tongue sank between her puffy folds ,tasting her as if she were the sweetest of fruits.

The woman moaned , and her body involuntarily went limp , now being poised by the man in front of her , feasting between her legs , devouring her and making her mind grow emptier and emptier , no matter how much she tried to resist it . Not when his lips roamed over her womanhood , touching her so well, as if he knew her better than she knew herself , which terrified her as much as it thrilled her.

-No...no...oh please stop...I can't - she babbled , as her own body began to refuse to obey her.

But he continued his assault , slurping her juices with great greed , making her orgasm approach uncontrollably fast , too fast . Y/n tried desperately to push Neteyam away from her , but he only clung to her more , lining his tongue deep into her canal , teasing her tight gummy walls , making stars appear before her eyes, while the lower part of the man's face was covered with a transparent liquid.

The young woman let her head drop involuntarily. Her eyes closed again and again , and her mind became completely foggy , unable to think, unable to escape.

-This is what my love for you is , my sweet syulang - he said tenderly , capturing her heated cheek in his large hand - You saw it , you wanted it , you needed it - he announced in a dark tone of voice , kissing the tears that began to run down her face - You truly wanted it , your truly wanted to be mine...forever - he whispered , encircling her tired body with his arms , drawing her toward him , nestling her body into his.

And Y/n allowed him to do so. She allowed him to kiss the crown of her head, she allowed him to bring their kuru together, making them into a unity that even though it wasn't supposed to exist had just been born, finally making her his. Truly his. Forever.

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[milkywaydrabbles]

Heyyy I'm enamoured by your writing style and loved your recent posts <3

So I wanted to ask for the kinktober 16/17 with Gojo? Maybe with a curse reader he spared? 🫡

A/N: Does this make sense not really but I actually LOVED it. So I hope you like it too. Gojo is a loverboy through and through I refuse to believe otherwise. ANYWAYS here it is mwuah

Size difference/Orgasm denial x Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru was the strongest.

He didn’t need help, he was at the top of the chain.

And yet, here he was crumbling just by looking at you. You, who threw yourself in front of what he then found out was your brother ( another death painting, one who had already tried to kill him) silently pleading to leave him alone, let him live. You, who he spared from the atrocities he could commit to curses with the sheer pressure of his infinity alone, you’d all seen what he did to Hanami. 

You, who he found himself thinking of when trapped in the prison realm, how small and frail you really did look in comparison to the rest of them, and yet the fury your eyes held left him shaken. How can someone--how can a curse make him break like this? He could have crushed you under his thumb, and he didn’t. He’s getting soft, weak, he thinks. 

And when he’s out of the prison realm? The first one he seeks out is you. Before anyone else even knows he’s out and well, he finds you. Separated from your brother, Choso, who is now fighting for their very cause he tried to destroy.  He finds you, before anyone else. You stand before Gojo, a bit shaken up, ready to plead your case, to beg him to listen, to have him understand that you and your brother were just misguided, and that you understood now, and that you would fight with him. 

But instead, he simply walked to you, looming over your small and dainty frame, wiping some muck off your face and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You were so small, he thought, yet with a fire in your eyes he could never shake. You started to speak, apologizing for what you’d done, apologizing on behalf of Choso, hands shaking out of fear and something else, clutching onto his shirt. He cupped your hand in his face, so delicate, like you would crumble in his arms if he moved too fast; if he held on too tight. “I forgive you.” He whispered, pressing his lips to yours, leaning down even when you’re on your toes to meet his kiss. So small. So frail. He needed to protect you, a curse. It was sick, he thought, how the one who plagued his mind is the one he vowed to destroy. 

“Gojo,” you started, gasping in between kisses. “We need to get back, w-we need to--help them, the o-others--” You were overwhelmed with him, with Gojo Satoru, but not in the way he overwhelmed everyone else. He was still so delicate with you, yet taking over all of your senses.  It took you this long to realize he turned off his infinity, for you--to kiss you, to hold you, to pull you closer into his much larger body. You tried again. “Gojo--”

“Baby,” Your heart was in your throat at the term of endearment. “We will. Promise.” He spoke in between kisses, trailing from your mouth to your cheeks, down your jaw to your throat. “Just let me have this, please. Can’t stop thinking about you.” Your head was spinning, dizzy at the thought of the Gojo Satoru thought of you, even in his capture, that he found you first. Gojo hoisted you up on his hips, your breathing hitched as you wrapped your legs around him. “You’re so small,” He started, carrying you with ease to an untouched and unbroken bench. “You could get so hurt, so tiny.” He mumbled against your skin, leaving fire in the wake where his fingertips grabbed at you. “I can fight,” you argued, knowing he’s seen you and your cursed energy already. Knowing that you can kill, seeing it firsthand. “Mm, I know baby,” heart squeezing in your chest again. “But I need to protect you, look at you,” Suddenly your world is flipped, Gojo looming over you broad shoulders and strong biceps flexing. The blue irises practically glowed while he devoured you with his eyes. “So small underneath me, can’t defend yourself from me--how can you fight without me?” 

You didn’t know what he was saying, and Gojo wasn’t sure he knew either. But you plagued his mind for however long he was in that prison, and you were feeling incredibly small under his gaze. “Go--” “Satoru. Please.” You gulped, looking anywhere but his face. “Sa--Satoru...” You didn’t know why you said his name, you didn’t know what you wanted to say. But being underneath him felt right, somehow, like he spared you and your brother because he knew he’d want you, because he knew you’d want him. Gojo lowered himself, hands playing at the hem of your pants, nuzzling your throat. “What do you need, angel? Anything, I’ll give you anything.” Gojo Satoru, the strong, begging you. Your head was swimming.

“Satoru, I need you to protect me..When we fight, please..” You hiccupped, feeling entirely too overwhelmed with everything. “Please protect me.”

Gojo snapped, capturing your lips in a heated kiss again, urging you to at the bare minimum take your shoes off so he can properly yank the clothes from your legs. They were barely off, but enough for one leg of your pants and underwear to be removed, lifting your leg as he mouthed at your throat again. “I’ll protect you, I promise.” He growled into your skin, free hand pushing your shirt up to expose skin that he immediately latched on you, trailing kissing and bites down your stomach until he got to your thighs, hitched leg above his shoulder as he left your inner thighs covered in kisses and love bites of his affection. He palmed at your cunt, hand covering you fully, fingers measuring up on your stomach. “Look at this, baby, look how deep I’ll be.” He mumbled, letting you look for just a moment before pushing two of his fingers slowly into your wet heat. You gasped, heading reeling. You’d never felt something like this before, something so foreign and yet so fucking pleasurable it had you moaning in an instant. Gojo pumped his fingers in and out, seeing you gush and squirm underneath him, strong arm steadying you. 

“Fuck, have to protect my tiny baby.” He babbled, your small hand wrapping itself onto his forearm, not even close to wrapping your fingers around his arm. His pace was unbearably slow, teasing and taunting with each thrust. “S-Saatoruu, please, keep going.” You huffed, bucking your hips into his fingers until his other hand pushed your hips down onto the bench. He shook his head, curling his fingers in you enough to have you whimpering again, not enough to throw you over the edge. “This isn’t how I want you, this isn’t how I want to make you cum.” He spoke with such conviction it raised your hairs on the back of your neck. Like he was promising you the world later.  “Just wanna feel you on me.” He whispered, removing his fingers and sucking them, moaning at the taste you left behind. Gojo pushed down his pants enough to release his cock, leaning over to smother you in kisses again. He mouthed at your neck, at your throat, feeling you swallow hard with anticipation. “Don’t be scared, pretty.” He whispered against your skin, sizing up his cock against your tummy. He was so much bigger than you, he was sure it would feel like he was in your throat when he fucked you. 

With a slow push in, your pussy parted and swallowed him, feeling tight and hot around him. You gasped, clawing at his shoulders as he pushed in inch by inch, feeling neverending. “Satoruu” you whined, seeing and feeling nothing but him. Gojo leaned back, pushing his hips up into your guts, seeing the bulge on your tummy of where his cock hit. “Y’see that, baby? See how deep I am? Big cock filling you up.” His pupils dilated, focused on the way the bulge shrunk and expanded with each thrust. Your hands grasped at him again, distracting him enough to look up at you, your eyes teary with pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. “Satoru, need more,  please.” You begged, and he shook his head again. “Not now, baby, just wanna feel you remember?” He reminded, and you were losing your mind. “Don’t whine, angel, I’ll give it to you real good after I win, ‘kay?” He quickened his pace, just a little, edging himself just as much as he was you. But he knew he could hold out longer than you could. He had to. “Pussy s’tight, baby...splitting you open” He murmured, looking at the juncture when your hips met, seeing how your pussy lips wrapped around his huge cock and took him in. Without thinking, his hand trailed up your body, palming at your chest--he was enamored with the way his hand could easy cover you. It continued its way up, wrapping his fingers around your throat. You gasped, feeling his grip tighten, taking a hold on the edges of your neck. Your eyes rolled, your own hands covering his and gripping at his wrist. You couldn’t push him away if you tried--even if you really wanted to. 

How could he let you go on your own when you were so small?

“Could break you in half,” he whispered, tightening his fingers a bit more, before relaxing and just leaving his hand there as a necklace. “Anyone could, can’t let you outta my sight.” You were so close, and any time he felt you tighten too much he’d slow down, fucking you slow to keep the pressure and the band never snapping. Tears flowed freely from your eyes, and Gojo leaned down to kiss at the salty drops as they fell. “So mean.” You complained. “Sorry, baby, feels so good.” He pulled out fully, and you cried--leaving you so empty after filling you up so full in your belly. “We gotta go, angel--promise I’ll give it to you just how you want it. Remember? After I win.”

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[saturnsorbits]

Limitless

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen, Warnings: Suggestive, Word Count: 1k.

Summary: All you want is for Gojo to turn limitless off, even if just for a moment.

A/N: This is my first time writing Gojo and it was kinda fun, I'm ngl.

'Turn it off!’ You whine, eyes wide, lips already pulling out of their forced frown. In your hand a paper ball is hidden, it's yellowed edges sticking out from between your fingers as you coil back your arm and prepare to throw.

You'd only come into the classroom to see if he had planned next semesters syllabus (he hasn't), but he has a way to bring out the inner child in everyone.

Reclining in his chair, Gojo lifts one of his ankles to sit atop his knee. His limbs are long, stretching out impossibly as he tips back and balances the chair on it's back legs. He folds his arms behind his head and grins. 'And why would I do that?'

You tilt your head and attempt to growl. 'Turn it off.'

'Nope.' He pops the 'P' in his mouth like a piece of bubblegum.

'Satoru.'

He licks his lips, bringing a fresh blush to the skin there. 'Mmhmm?

'Turn it off...' You pout, crushing the paper projectile in your hand. '… Please?'

Even underneath the blindfold you can tell he's rolling his eyes. His eyebrows shift, rising up on his forehead. 'You're just going to throw it at me.'

Letting your hand drop, you toss the paper ball in the air and catch it. 'But what if I don't, huh? What then?'

Another roll of his eyes.

'Oh, come on. I didn't take you for such a chicken.'

A devilish smirk takes your lip, one Gojo's not too sure he likes, but before he has time to bother to come up with some witty, off-the-cuff retort you're... Clucking, at him.

'Bawk... Bawk, bawk, bawk.'

He laughs. The noise bubbles up his throat and trickles over his lips, floating through the air like a ribbon of smoke that threatens to sink into your lungs with each inhale. Your silliness makes something twist in his stomach. It's something he hadn't thought could be elicited by someone else, not since he'd called one of those shabby old dorm rooms his own. 'Seriously -.'

'Bawk!'

Gojo rocks back on his chair. 'You know...' He hooks a thumb under his blindfold and lifts, exposing one frozen eye. 'I could just turn it back on as soon as you throw it.'

You shrug. 'So turn it back on when I throw it then.' Looking at him has always been hard. You'd compare it to looking up at a Greek statue, if you didn't know it would inflate his ego impossibly. Still, the metaphor fits. There's a beauty about him, that's hard to deny, but there's also an... Emptiness. A bone-deep chill of stone sadness, a prison – one you're not sure he's all too thrilled about being trapped in.

He tips forward, slamming the front legs of the chair on the floor. Throwing out his arms, he barks a laugh. 'Fuck it. Go on. Hit me...'

The silence that follows makes him nervous, despite the Six Eyes telling him you've yet to raise your hands to throw your projectile. He waits, something he's never been good at, with a breath locked in the back of his throat. He'll have time to thwart whatever you have planned. He's more than sure of that.

It takes a particularly skilled sorcerer to be able to gradually, undetectably, channel cursed energy into an inanimate object, but it's hardly difficult for you. The energy tickles as it leaves you, bringing goose-flesh to the surface of your arms.

Gojo knows what you're doing. He's not stupid. He could detect the slither of energy dripping down your arm if he were fifty more miles away.

But, you know that too: Don't you?

His brow creases, mind whirring as he tries to fathom what hair-brained scheme you were coming up with. Letting his head loll back on his shoulders, he snorts a laugh. God, he really did fucking love it when you were up to no good.

Readying your arm, you slip your left foot forward in what could be considered a throwing stance. You wind back, let your weight sit in your back foot and then, you toss the ball of paper.

Gojo bites the inside of his cheek. As soon as the paper leaves your hand, he's reaching to catch it. He keeps his posture deliberately relaxed, knees parted, legs spread, spine curved into the cushion of the chair. So what if he wants to look cool. There's no rule saying he can't want to impress one of his fellow teachers: he's checked. The paper hits his palm as planned, his hand closing around it like a claw. He's about to laugh, to toss his head back and deliver a witty retort about your throwing skills, but he's not given the chance.

'Turn it off, Satoru.'

You're so close he can feel the breath you use to say his name on the rim of his ear. There's a pressure on his shoulders, your hands curled around him as you settle more firmly in his lap.

Or you would, if he would just turn that damn...

Gojo turns off limitless.

He's bonier than you'd expected. His thin limbs covered with a healthy, but scant layer of muscle that twitches when it finally bares your weight. So, too are his shoulders. The bulk at his back provides a cushion, while you thumb brushes clean over the jut of his collarbone.

You press closer, rolling your hips up and into his pelvic bone. Already you can feel the soft swell of his cock as it twitches, roused by the heat of your cunt.

He drops the paper, choosing instead to take hold of your waist. His hands flatten, palms flat as they slide down, down, down and cup your ass. Kneading at the flesh, he takes hold of you like he owns you, delivering a healthy slap to your left cheek as a wide grin takes his lips.

'It's off.' He cocks an eyebrow, licking over powdered sugar lips. You raise your eyebrows and wriggle your hips to check, making sure to show him just how wet the few drags of your cunt across his rapidly hardening cock has made you.

The muscle in his jaw tenses. He can smell you from here – your desperation - as it drips from you and soaks your underwear. If he plays his cards right, which he always does, he'd bet he'll be able to get a taste of you in the next ten minutes.

He smirks 'So, what now?'

-> Masterlist

#gojo x reader #gojo satrou x reader #jjk x reader #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

[mopeyy]

Eetu x reader pls? Maybe it’s after zommy dies and the reader heard that eetu was missing (he’s her mate) then he makes it back to the hometree and explains what happens and it’s just angsty and fluffy as she comforts him.

You hissed as another bracelet broke under your tense fingers. It was hard to focus on crafting when eetu had still not returned from his hunt. You were worried for your mate. What if something had happened to him? What if the sky people finally got too close? They were staring to become more bold with each day, and you could not seem to convince Eetu that hunting far from hometree would only put him in danger. "I'll be fine, you worry yourself yawntutsyìp." He'd say, pressing a kiss to your temple and leaving for his hunt. Well now you had a reason to worry. It was already dark outside, the glowing plants of pandora coming to life, and Eetu was still not home. Your anxious thoughts came to an end when you heard a commotion coming from the entrance of home tree.

You raced towards the noise, forgetting all about your bracelet making and only hoping that it was Eetu who had returned. The Na'vi were all crowding around something, blocking you from seeing. You pushed through until you were right in front of the crowd. When you got there, all you saw was the Sarentu, standing infront of someone and blocking your view. The Sarentu's eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on you. They dipped their head down as though they felt guilty, before stepping to the side, revealing the person behind them.

You saw that it was no other than your mate, Eetu. His side was bleeding profusely, the wound was covered by his hand so you could not see the extent of his injury, but based on his expression and the way he could hardly stand, you assumed the worst. When his eyes found yours in the crowd you didn't hesitate to walk towards him. His hand found your shoulder, using you as support so he could properly stand. You lifted your hand up to his face, running your thumb along the new cuts on his cheekbone. "y/n, I- hmph" He couldn't even finish his sentence before grunting in pain and almost falling as he stood. Your ears pinned to your head, scared at seeing his pain.

You waved over a healer from the crowd who helped you bring Eetu to the healing area of home tree. You sat at his side while the healers began to make quick work on his wound. When you saw them pull out a bullet you couldn't help but be upset. You had told him to be careful countless times, yet his need for adventure always gets the best of him before he gets hurt. He noticed the change in your expression, reaching to hold your hand in his. You looked at your held hands, before moving your eyes up to his face. He looked upset, and not just because he had been shot, but because of something else. You were sure that something had happened when he ran into the sky people.

After a while the healers cleared Eetu and he was allowed to go. You helped him up to your shared room in home tree and lowered him down so he could take a seat. The room was silent, and you decided to speak first. "Are you hungry? I think the gatherers brought in your favourite fruit today. I could go grab you some if you'd like." He was turnt towards the open side of your room, where the sky was on full display. "Im not hungry, thank you." he replied, eyes not moving from the view infront of him. You sighed before moving to take a seat next to him. You tilted your head to face him, watching him admire the sky.

You placed your hand on his arm, "You know you can talk to me, right tìyawn?" He turned towards you, looking at you for a moment. Suddenly he was pulling you into a hug. He tucked his head into your neck, and you felt a wetness hit your shoulder, a tear. He let out a shakey breath before speaking, "The sky people showed up out of nowhere. I tried to escape them with Zomey but I-I had to fight. I got trapped inside of their metal bird. I could hear them shooting at Zomey. Mocking her." His grip on you tightened, "The sarentu found me and let me out, but by the time I got to Zomey she was...it was too late." Your face dropped. Your mate loved his Ikran, they had been bonded for a long time, going through everything together. They had the same spirit, the same love for flying and hunting. A big part of Eetu was gone. You brought your hand up to his hair, softly stroking it. "Im so sorry Eetu. To lose a bond is unimaginable." He lifted his head up from your shoulder, shaking his head with pinned ears. "It is all my fault, I should have listened to you. I went too far out and my carefree actions got Zomey killed, and I wasn't able to protect her." He hung his head in shame. You had never seen your mate so upset, "tìyawn it is not your fault, it is the sky people. They kill without need. Do not blame yourself." You brought your hand up to his face to wipe the tears from his eyes. He leaned into your palm and moved closer to rest his forehead against yours. "She is at peace now, with eywa." You whispered, hoping to bring him some form of comfort.

"I can make you a bracelet with one of her feathers in it, if you'd like" You suggested. He let a small smile pass onto his face before pressing a kiss to your temple, "That would be nice, thank you."

#eetu avatar frontiers of pandora #eetu #avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar frontiers of pandora x reader #eetu x reader

[theyanderespecialist]

Yandere Mammon X Listener (Helluva Boss)

Base Yandere Mammon Headcanons: A Greedy Yandere

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter. This one will be made into a video as well so keep an eye out for that! Anyway, this one is about Mammon! Please enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: Mammon is in canon to be the absolute worst! This is canon. What is NOT Canon is him being yandere. Mammon is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine. Just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Thank you!]

(Base Yandere Headcanons With Mammon From Helluva Boss X Gender Neutral Reader)

.Mammon is the absolute worst as a yandere.

.You want a toxic and high-key abusive yandere.

.It is for sure going to be The Sin of greed.

.This man is the most greedy SOB Yandere out there.

. Especially when it comes to you.

.But unlike other yanderes would be, he will probably make sex robots of you to sell.

.Of course, NO ONE Can have the real thing.

.He most likely gets off on the fact that people buy fake versions of you and that he is the ONLY ONE Who gets the real you.

.He is greedy and you need to have your full focus on him.

.You are HIS Daring and HE IS THE KING OF GREED Why would you want to be with anyone else?

.He is also so underhanded and manipulative.

.He knows when he pushes you to far, and will show that he cares to keep you from leaving him or fighting against him.

.This man is the type fo man that will manipulate you into thinking you needed him.

.That without him you are nothing at all.

.Oh SATAN In Tube Top! Is this man toxic.

.He knows damn well that you can do WAY Better than him.

.So He will keep you under his thumb as much as possible so you never realize what a piece of poo he is.

.He is also the most petty and jealous type of yandere.

.Something so small, as you just smiling at someone else can make him pissed off at the person and Jealous of him.

.Again with being the Sin of Greed you should only be his.

.You are for certain seen as a prize and object by him and less like a person.

.You are his treasure.

.He also would spoil you, not because he is willing to pay money, but because he knows if he keeps giving you gifts you will be less likely to leave him.

.He is a spider-like demon so he will have you in his webs.

.It did not take him long to get you trapped in his webs of lies and obsession.

.He would have for sure made it look and seem like he was such a great guy.

.Spoiling you, taking care of you, and just adoring you.

.Once he is certain you will not turn him down he will ask you to be his partner.

.If you say yes, you can expect to not be gaslit and for him to continue to spoil you.

.If you say no he will say all the stuff he has done for you, how he spoiled you.

.He will gaslight you into thinking you were ungrateful and that you were losing out.

.Either way, he is going to get you to agree.

.If you don't well he can always chain you down and keep you and his imprisoned treasure.

.He on some sick level would think to himself that he does care for you.

.He really does feel that he loves you, but his love is very much with him getting what he wants and making sure that he does not lose you, but where he can use you.

.He shows his love no matter how toxic it is by buying gifts for your cause it is the one way he knows he can show how much he adores you.

.So in short he is very manipulative, deadly, toxic, sugar daddy yandere more or less.

.Money and gift-giving being his love language.

.He would also slaughter his rivals.

.No if, and or buts, about it. No one is good enough for you.

.He is the only one good enough for you.

.He also would offer money to his rivals to leave you alone. But they better not get greedy about it, cause they will end up dead for good.

.Side note: Mammon sees himself as Lucifer's best friend and he is a rip-off artist. Making the off-brand loo loo land. (Those were just canon lore for you all!)

.Back to his petty side, it does not take much for him to be petty, and with rivals, he will be even more petty and would get revenge for the littlest of things!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got this done! I hope you all enjoyed it, there might be a scenario on YouTube for audio storytelling! Anyways I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

#youtube #yandere #yandere mammon #yandere helluva boss #yandere headcanons #headcanons #helluva boss #helluva boss mammon #mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x listener #listener #reader

[soujos]

ﾟ｡ HEAVENS AND THE EARTH — blade ( bladie ) headcanons

fwb!blade who’s sometimes has a horrible little staring problem where he has his cheek pressed against the heel of his hands and his elbow digging into his own thigh as he keeps his face sutle in his hand while he takes the time and leverage for his eyes to wander at you from across the perimeter, just you. from head to toe and you can’t help but look away from the graze or shoot your own back at it him…that would end splendidly for both of you, the eye contact leading to soft touches as a tease before they become more hunger and desired.

fwb!blade who believes that love is ill fated and forbidden in how own book, thus is why he doesn’t take women and men seriously when they say “i love you” in the middle of sex because they’re words said in the heat of the moment and words said from the mouths of someone and for the pleasure of someone else’s ears but can you tell if the person utterly means it from within the depths of their heart? no, but he can’t help himself when he meets you of all people, meets someone who says the words for the first time and it completely smoothed the idea yet he never thought of it in such an… elegant manner, like you. he even considers the thought of saying it back yet he needs his time before he devotes himself and lets the words fall from his lips

fwb!blade who returns with kafka to base not only to a greet from silver wolf but a greet that comes running from down the hall and smack dab into his own body while he stumbles backwards as you launch yourself at him and wrap yourself around him like a koala. when he knew you for a few days he found the gesture a little annoying, but now? he basically stiffens his body at the door just to make sure you don’t send him flying backwards down the staircase

fwb!blade says you look so stupid with a little pout on your face but he’s lying . . . he can’t resist the pout and when you demand something with the way your hands scrunch up his shirt and pull at him..you’re so need and he’s needy too but his pride withstands it for him to fall into your trap so easily.

fwb!blade who thinks the way you moved your waist and hips as you swirl and circle them to tease him is unfair, the way you know each and every movement to get his mind worked up and out of control just to grab your waist and feel how you move them in such a water like motion

fwb!blade who comes back to base from a stressful day just to cope a feel at your tits and use them as a stress ball. coming up behind you to press his chest against your back and his hands come under your shirt to squeeze and need at the soft skin while he tweaks the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger

note: omg?? aslin’s first piece of work on the dash? let’s go !! likes and reblogs are appreciated < 3

#・◞ ᥫ᭡ heaven’s reishū #blade x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr blade #hsr imagines #honkai star rail imagines #hsr headcanons #honkai star rails #honkai star rail blade #hsr blade x reader

[downbadf0rficppl]

in the morning

Nikolai Lantsov x F!Reader

Summary: a morning after scene from still be here in the morning?

Word Count: 407

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT, LOTS OF SMUT, lots of teasing, a lil bit of angst, and some fluff. Also, the reader's nickname is Mouse - but it's not a size thing, it's an occupation thing *thumbs up emoji*

The sound of seagulls woke you up. It was the first night in a while that you had slept so peacefully. You stirred, only to find yourself trapped under something heavy. An arm. Nikolai's arm. You smiled. He was still here in the morning.

You wiggled your way out of his arms, and threw on your clothes - you had to maintain some semblance of professionality. You placed a light kiss on his hairline and whispered your goodbyes before slipping out of his room.

You thought you'd got away but an arm slung over your shoulder told you otherwise. Tolya.

"Not a word. I don't want to hear it."

"I mean, I was going to say, 'good for you', but if you don't want to hear it, I won't say it." Tolya said, a grin plastered on his face. You nudged him in the ribs, before disappearing onto the deck. He muttered a curse word in Shu, before following you onto the deck.

Just when you thought you'd escaped the teasing, you bumped into someone else. They whistled. You groaned. Tamar. It was like you could never get away from the twins.

"Good for you, Mouse! You finally broke the Captain out of his celibacy streak!" Tamar laughed. At this rate, everyone and their ancestors would know you guys had slept together.

"How does it feel to be the first person he broke his rule for?"

"What rule?"

"The 'I don't sleep with crewmates' rule." You didn't even know that was a rule.

"I just have one question." Tolya perched himself against the railing of the stairs as you climbed up them to the wheel.

"I'm not telling you what he's like in bed."

"I just want to know who 'Nikolai is'." Your heart stopped.

"What did you say?"

"Who's Nikolai?" Tamar asked, joining in on the fun, "I mean, I hope the Captain was drunk enough that you didn't hurt his ego." Your face flushed red.

"He's no one. Nikolai's no one. Someone from back home." You were secretly glad that no one had caught on.

Well don't let the Captain hear you say that, Tamar stage whispered, pulling you into her side. You smiled at your secret. You heard boots behind you and whirled around - you hadn't heard Nikolai walk out on deck.

"Okay, Sailors. Everyone ready to move on?" Nikolai barked, his tone harsher than normal. Everyone looked at him confused. He looked fucking pissed.

fin.

buy me a coffee

#grishaverse #nikolai lantsov #netflix shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov fluff #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov being kind #nikolai lantsov fanfic #nikolai lantsov imagines #nikolai lantsov my beloved #nikolai lantsov x you #no y/n #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfic #nikolai x reader #siege and storm #nikolai lantsov imagine #shadow and bone x reader

[frenchkisstheabyss]

xx 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕖: 𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 xx

xx Because it's hot girl summer 24/7 I decided to write a bunch of one shots inspired by some favs on my personal playlist. I hope y'all enjoy reading! xx

Pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x chubby!fem! reader

Summary: During a late night gathering at the beach with a few close friends, your boyfriend asks for your help grabbing more drinks from the car but the only thing he wants running down his throat is you. 

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1k-ish

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), public sex, a smidge of edging, hyunjin’s being a bit of a brat but he’s cute so he can have that 

“I like the type to eat the pussy ‘til I levitate” - Jhene Aiko “My Type (Remix)”

When Hyunjin asked you to walk him to his car to grab a few more drinks you didn’t anticipate ending up on the hood of it with his long, graceful fingers slipping under your skirt to toy with your pussy.

Your lace panties spooled around your wrist like a hair tie, there’s nothing to keep him from what he’s been thinking about since you rode his face this morning. Somewhere on the secluded beach, out of sight but close enough to hear just beneath the sound of the sea crashing against the shore, your friends are gathered around a bonfire wondering what’s taking you two so long. 

What if one of them comes looking for you? It’s well past midnight but what if someone else pulls up to the beach? You can’t be the only ones who had the idea to come out here, right? The thought of someone stumbling upon you rocking against Hyunjin’s hands, singing like a siren into his pillowy lips, scares you and turns you in equal amounts.

The pad of his thumb meets your clit and you gasp at the rush it gives you. You melt so easily beneath his touch, getting so sticky and wet that he can’t even begin to care if anyone sees. The risk of being discovered is worth feeling your walls quiver when he taps at your sweet spot. “Baby…” he whispers, trapping you in a gaze so paralyzing that you’re pretty sure you’ve stopped breathing. Hyunjin’s gorgeous enough that he’s had a chokehold on you since you met him.

But there’s something particularly entrancing about him when he gets like this. There’s a darkness in his eyes that threatens to devour you and the day will never come when you don’t let it. “What’s up?” you ask, your voice nearly cracking. He licks along your bottom lip, pressing harder against your clit. You shiver the slightest bit, making him smile. “I haven’t had you since this morning and I think I’m going through withdrawal. Can I have just a little tiny taste?” 

With one arm around your plush waist to keep you steady, he slams his fingers into your core, pleasure rippling through your body. You kiss him, tongues feverishly exploring each other’s mouths, “I’m all yours. You can have as much as you want.” “Fuck that was hot” he groans, dragging you closer to the edge of the hood. Pushing your skirt up with one hand, he brings the other, dripping with your moisture, to your mouth, breaking the kiss to dip them in.

Instinctively you close your eyes, taking your time to clean them, enjoying this small dose of what has Hyunjin so hooked. You’re in such a daze, mindlessly sucking on his fingers, legs spread, leaking all over his car. “You’re so fucking sexy” he says, knowing that he could watch you like this for hours, “So fucking…mmm” His self-control snaps and he’s lying you back, kneading the softness of your ass, burying his face between your thighs. “Such a sweet little pussy” he praises, slurping you down, “All mine, right?”

You writhe beneath him, the introduction of his mouth to your heat setting your nerve endings on fire. “All yours” you moan, gripping fistfuls of his hair. He laps at your folds and they’re like velvet against his tongue. More satisfying than the sweetest, smoothest chocolate. He rocks his chin against you, your juices decorating that gorgeously sculpted face. “Ah…mmph…Hyunjin…fuck” you whimper, losing yourself in the stars hanging above you.

He hums into you, drunk off of how needy you become when he eats you out. You arch your back, biting your lip to stop yourself from screaming when he drives his tongue into your pussy, flexing it against your walls. From this angle he can see you trembling, nipples hard enough to poke through your thin crop top even with a bra on. You love it, he can tell by that blissed out look on your face. By the way your clit throbs when he suckles the sensitive bud, rolling it between his lips.

But he wants to hear you say it. He has to know how no one else can make you feel this good. How heavenly it is to have him fucking you with this perfect tongue of his. Your body tenses, that glorious dopamine flooding your brain. It’s impossible to hold back now. Those noises you’ve been choking down break free, words flowing incoherently into the night. “Does my pretty girl wanna cum for me?” “Yes, baby. Shit…yes.” Hyunjin abruptly stops, pulling back so that can still feel his breath on your clit while he deprives you of stimulation. 

“I don’t know if I believe you” he huffs, abandoning you at the edge of your orgasm. “What? I…no” you whine. “Aww, look at your pussy still clenching. So creamy. I think she likes me.” He teases your clit with the brim of his nose, determined to keep you as close to cumming as possible without letting you have it. You catch a glimpse of him staring up at you, hunger painting his face. To be wanted this badly makes the tension building inside of you that much harder to take and you fold completely.

“I want you to make me cum. Need you so much. Need your tongue on my pussy. Fuck…” That must be good enough for him because he’s immediately diving between your thighs again, drinking you like a thirsty dog does water on a hot day. The squelching of your arousal pooling in his mouth mixed with his almost feral grunts break you. Swept beneath the powerful tide of your high, you cry out his name over and over like it’s the only word you know.

You’re being so loud, maybe too loud, and he loves how much you don’t care anymore. You’re just pulling at his hair, riding his face so hard that he can’t even breathe. All he can do is sit back and enjoy it. If this is how he dies then what a beautiful way to go.

#hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin smut #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #chubby reader #plus size reader

[comradekatara]

i think it’s a really good character detail that sokka and toph both love eating meat, because it does serve as a good shorthand to a contemporary audience to signify their relationship to masculinity that also makes sense within the worldbuilding and is consistent with their characters.

like obviously sokka’s diet is meat-based. he lives in a part of a tundra that is (implied to be) frozen over year round. eating meat is a part of his cultural identity. but it’s more than that. katara also grew up eating mostly meat, but it’s not a part of her identity the way it is for sokka. and that’s because being a hunter and providing for his village is crucial to sokka’s conception of who he is. he was “the only man” left, and he felt like it was his sole responsibility to provide ample food for his people, mostly elderly women and young children. throughout the show we see sokka fail to hunt and forage for comedic purposes, whereas we don’t actually see his successes, but that doesn’t mean it’s not implied. he wouldn’t be as effortlessly proficient with a boomerang as he is by the pilot if he hadn’t been practicing on animals over the years. he clearly has a lot of experience hunting, and the pressure he feels as “the sole provider” for his tribe is something that he is also takes great pride in, as if the knowledge that his father had enough faith in him to hunt alone and make sure his people didn’t starve is very precious to him and any challenge to his identity as “the meat guy” is a great blow to his ego.

when he calls himself “the meat and sarcasm guy,” he is being facetious about parts of his identity that are in fact very important to him. meat: he comes from the south pole, so meat is important to his culture; he is a hunter, and it was his role to provide for and protect his people. sarcasm: he’s used to not being taken seriously, as the brother of a waterbender, as the only warrior left behind, as the token nonbender of the gaang, by people throughout the earth kingdom who see a water tribe boy and assume the worst about him before he even opens his mouth; he uses humor as a coping mechanism, for example, in that very moment, when he starts talking to himself while trapped in a hole, genuinely concerned that he might die, but staying glib and flippant nonetheless. it isn’t just eating meat that is part of his identity, but providing it as well. if he isn’t feeding his people, if he isn’t keeping them safe, if he isn’t giving everything he has to protecting them, then is he even a warrior? is he even anything at all?

as for toph, she grew up never having to worry where her next meal was coming from. she probably didn't even think about how food was prepared until she started traveling with the gaang, probably didn't even know the name of her cook(s). but when it came to dining, she was undoubtedly policed by her parents on how to eat. sit like this, hold your chopsticks like this, chew like this, only eat so much at a time, be proper, be discreet, be ladylike. the contrast between how toph eats and how sokka eats in "the blind bandit" is played for laughs, but as we've just established, sokka is someone who knows what it's like to not know where your next meal is coming from, and who also knew that if he wanted to eat, and if everyone else in his village wanted to eat, it was his responsibility to go out and kill an animal, so when someone offers him free food, he will not hesitate to eat as much of it as possible, table manners be damned. toph has never experienced food anxiety, but living in high society under the thumb of her ableist parents who excruciatingly monitored all of her behaviors is why she relishes eating as impolitely and as much as possible. if eating as little and as discreetly is a marker of femininity of a certain class (note how zuko says to jin "you have quite an appetite for a girl" because he's never seen a woman who wasn't from nobility eat before), then toph rejects her oppressive high society upbringing and its forced femininity and embraces masculinity by loudly proclaiming her love of meat.

in the US, eating meat is seen as a sign of masculinity despite the fact that most of the purported "alpha males" who claim that meat consumption is masculine did not actually hunt and cook that meat themselves (you may as well be a drag queen etc). nevertheless, when the audience hears sokka or toph claim they love meat, they do register that it indicates their complicated relationship to masculinity. sokka always felt an immense pressure to be masculine due to the fact that he was the sole warrior left in his tribe and believed that it was his responsibility and his alone to protect, defend, and provide for what was left of his people. meat signifies masculinity to him because he was actually hunting it himself, and being a good hunter is part of what "being a man" (an ideal he feels incredible pressure to live up to) means to him. toph feels a pressure to be masculine due to her rejection of femininity, which she associates with the submissive, meek, shallow ideal her mother performs and expected her to perform as well. she associates masculinity with strength, power, and agency, which she desires even as her humility, cunning, and ability to go underestimated are such a crucial component to her strength in the first place. when she claims that she loves meat, she's celebrating her ability to eat without being policed, she's embracing her gender nonconformity, and she's probably mirroring sokka, since she's still figuring out who she is, and he is her role model.

#analysis #sokka #toph #sokka&toph #i feel like i've always alluded to this but never probably expanded on it. so! here we are #i love analyzing the gender politics in atla so much #it is genuinely so fascinating and underrated #could talk abt it forever

[sizzleissues]

I loved the Paris special and all the hype leading up to it and after it and I just love how it went. I was so afraid it would disappoint my expectations, do something basic and trite but no, it went for something and I loved it.

Like for the most part the art, discussions and fics I saw previous to the airing were kinda goofy. We heard 'evil Marinette and Adrien' and constructed two evil little guys to swing around while we waited. They were bratty and overly dark and unapologetically cruel and conniving. Of course people did explore the possible reasons for them being different but we didn't know what the reverse world was like, where it broke off from our canon so we could only make guesses. People concluded they either did it for the heck of it, or that it was a lashing out against their circumstances. Whether the behavior followed them into being civilians, especially before all the designs were released, we didn't know and we made beautiful noise based on assumptions.

Then we got the episode.

The two kids weren't evil for the heck of it. They were tricked by someone greater, similarly how Master Fu told our Marinette and Adrien to use their power for the greater good, to better the world, the Supreme told them to use it for the greater evil, with some sort of reward in return for accomplishing this goal. It pit them against each other. They couldn't wholly work apart, neither were strong enough to do that, but they were never entirely together because if they worked together, they would simply turn against the Supreme. By telling them that only one of them could get what they wanted, the Supreme became a far cleverer and eviler villain than whatever Gabriel became by the end.

Bad Marinette and Adrien became trapped in the cycle of abuse they likely faced in their civilian lives. Marinette lived under the thumb of Chloe and her worse world and instead of being empowered as Toxinelle, she was trapped in a cycle of failure as it slowly killed her for ever wanting a chance at something better. She has the same capability as our Marinette to be good and to be resilient but the power of one toxic voice is demonstrated in her fall. At the midpoint of the special she knows that how fucked she is and how its entirely by the Supremes' design but she can't do a single thing about it other then finish what they came to do. It takes the hope Ladybug installs in her for her to overcome the manipulations of the Supreme. Bad Marinette loses the chance to get back what she wanted in the first place, whether that be freedom from Chloe or something in her home life but she accepts that she can improve things in a different way. Find Alya, join the resistance, carve out something new for herself. The lack of mention of her father makes you wonder and the bitterness about her mother is another open question. Is her Sabine mean or did something else happen to strain their relationship?

Adrien similarly became trapped in his grief and instead of Griffe Noire being a release from it, he toyed with his life in desperation to get his mother back, like our Gabriel did towards the end. I don't think Good Gabriel was a terrible father like our Gabriel but he was misguided. I think he likely didn't want to address Emily's death because by the looks of the opening, it was quite emotionally distressing and having to face that would mean admitting some terrible things (like that his actions resulted in her death, and that Adrien's 'birth' was the catalyst that had her killed). So he stayed silent and allowed Adrien's resentment to build. This Adrien is also still home schooled. I think again that Good Gabriel does this because he thinks allowing Adrien out into the world would put him in dangers way, since the Supreme obviously hasn't reclaimed the miraculous yet. But again he doesn't explain why, evidenced by Adrien working for the man responsible for his mother's demise. Adrien doesn't know, he thinks his father is pretending like nothings wrong and keeping him cut off from the world. Its likely that the one day Adrien runs away to school, the Supreme finds him and gives him the miraculous before he's whisked away again. Proving Gabriel right, but he doesn't know it.

The Supreme is also just fucking with Gabriel. He knows Gabriel's identity so he's using his son to fuck with him further. He kills his wife and then turns his son against him. His son who is now doomed to die if he doesn't retrieve the butterfly miraculous.

Both character's now reflect paths our versions could have gone down. Yes the world isn't run by the Supreme but miraculous has taken time to show the other ways the city can be terrible. Their Mayor's corrupt controlled by the whims of his daughter and investors, a greedy business man holds a monopoly on artists and the cities biggest fashion designer works with the smartest business woman in town to make rings to spy on everyone, who is literally a super villain with no known motive. Things are pretty shit and it’s not like the show isn't directly pointing to these things as terrible.

Ladybug and Chat Noir see this steaming pile of shit and decide to save it anyway, overcoming their personal challenges along the way. Like why not overthrow the mayor, why not take down those who don't need to be akumatised to be evil? It’s proof of their inherent goodness, even with everything they'd been through prior to origins that they don't do this. Versions of them are only compelled to be evil because someone different gets in their ear, someone promises them better "if they paid only a small price". Neither want to do it, but its all they have left after choosing that path instead of the other. We know that this darkness is in our versions as well. Adrinoir asks why not use the wish to solve everything? He could have his mother back, his father would revert from this cold mess to his distant but loving father. He acts out, plays a different character and doesn't think when he should. Maribug is constantly tearing herself apart trying to balance things and ends up abusing her power occasionally (especially in the earlier part of the show). She sometimes acts selfishly and is misguided. These aren't two entirely different sets of people, but the same set if the wrong traits are amplified.

And omg I love this show.

Instead of going, look at these two evil guys, doing evil things for no reason we get these morally complex renditions of our favorite characters. There's nothing wrong with the previous interpretation but it says little about our own characters in turn and only offers a chance for some hijinks and fun before the episode ends. (I wish they'd been dating and revealed like all our hearts dreamed but if that would have been true they'd have been too powerful and defeated Better fly in like five seconds so they could get back to making out - this lovesquare is even less functioning now)

Anyways be cool, watch miraculous

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