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#late night 🌙
emjiroki · 9 months
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Back to arranged marriage! Gojo
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As much as he might be overly confident and unfairly handsome, he's completely out of his element on your wedding night. Even though he was in his twenties, he had yet to be with anyone the way he was going to be with you now. The vow to "stay pure until your marriage" didn't really mean much to him but it's the fact that he had made a promise to you that made him stick to it.
So when the wedding night comes and he's got you spread out under him on the bed, the sight of your naked body sending fire burning through his veins, he's unsure of himself for probably the first time in his life. And you know the moment he casts his ethereal blue eyes to you in an almost pleading manner, so you shift your legs up around his waist and lay a soft hand against his cheek.
"Just take it slow".
He nods with a deep breath, positioning himself before popping the head past your entrance. It's a snug fit that nearly sends all of the air rushing from his lungs as you dig your nails into his shoulders, whining and squirming as his hands held your hips.
You gave a quiet shriek as he tore through your virgin wall, his hips stilling as you adjust to the intrusion and he kisses away the tears leaking down your cheeks. But he can't help but feel... prideful? Victorious? Triumphant? All of those wrapped into one as your blood stains his cock. You're his. Only his. No one would ever be with you like this, feel connecting to you like this. That was a high he could ride for the rest of his life. Along with the high of feeling your tight cunt fully squeeze around him for the first time.
Satoru barely recognized his own voice as he wreathed and panted and cried out for you, drool running from his lips as he fucked into you. God he was trying to go slow, he really was, but when you were sucking him in like that and practically milking his cock it was impossible. He'd never felt anything as incredible as you cumming around his sensitive dick before and it was more than enough to drag a strangled moan from his chest as he pumped you full, thick spurts of virgin cum filling your insides to the brim. Before you know it he's got you on top of him, your nipple in his mouth as he thrusts his still leaking cock up against your sensitive pussy as he whines.
"Can we go again? Please?"
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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BECCAAAA it has been a WHILE. but i have retuned with horny thots, first and foremost being lee edging an innocent reader,, because?? he’d totally be the kind of guy who wouldn’t let you whine about it at all, i just need anything lee 😵‍💫 - 🌙
Oh pleaseeee, Lee would be so into edging and he would get way too much satisfaction from hearing the way you beg him. Hearing you get so crude is the filthiest reminder that he's ruining you.
And I feel like as soon as you start whining that you need to cum, he'd start to get really condescending. Like rubbing your clit in small, concentrated circles but he stops as soon as he notices you're getting close.
"Lee please, this isn't fair. Please let me cum." The fact you even have to beg him is humiliating but the feeling of your orgasm fizzling away because he's stopped touching you feels even worse.
"Why fucking should I? You've been such a fucking brat today." One harsh spank lands on your bare pussy and it's enough to tear a sob from you. He licks his fingertips before he resumes his focused circles, watching the way your arousal glistens on your skin.
"I wasn't a brat, Lee!" You protest, frustration beginning to make your blood boil.
"Oh really? You're a liar now too?" His voice is so stern it sends a shiver down your spine. He's right and you know it. You were a brat. You just hoped he'd punish you by fucking you senseless, rather than edging you.
"Lee, I'm sorry! I promise, I'll be a good girl from now on. I'll be so good." He watches the way you nibble on your bottom lip before you throw your head back and God, he hopes you won't be a good girl. You don't inspire good behaviour when you look as hot as you do, lost in the feeling of just his fingertips. You're showing off so much bare skin and he knows that tonight, he has the time to worship every inch of it before he'll even think of letting you cum.
"You should've thought of that. 'Cause I'm not even gonna let you cum on my fingers. You're not cumming until you're stuffed full of my cock and babbling like a stupid little slut. I want you gushing around my dick, you got that? That pretty pussy will be so wet, it'll feel like fuckin' Heaven." He has to stop touching you again, watching how you're worked right to the edge of your orgasm and the way you almost squeal when he stops makes his dick throb in his trousers.
He watches how you pathetically grind your hips, whimpering and hoping against hope you'll be able to find enough contact on your clit to help you finish but you have no such luck. "You're so fuckin' desperate, aren't you? Your cunt's doin' all your thinking for you." He's right and you're okay with that.
You feel two of his thick fingers press to your entrance, slipping inside you and he groans at the feeling of how overwhelmingly wet you are. "Fuck, you're gone. Bet you'd hump my hand if I told you to. That's what a good little slut would do." It's humiliating, pressing down on him so his fingers slip deeper but ultimately, you know he's right. This is what a good little slut would do and in that moment, that's exactly what you are.
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from-izzy · 2 months
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i feel like the more we progress in life, it's natural to meet so many new people. but also, there's always the chance to say goodbye to people too...
sometimes they've caused us a lot of pain and other times they've done nothing but be kind!
what's interesting though is the memories that will most probably never fade. the person may move on, you may too (or maybe you won't!) but it's hard for those memories to completely fade especially when it's been stored deeply into long term memory with a strong emotional component.
so here's to those who suck at goodbyes. the ugly ones and the pretty ones. the easy ones and the hardest ones.
this is for you!! 🫂
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manavi-meera · 2 months
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Sometimes the inevitable oblivion is the warmest comfort one can hold-
"हम चले जाएंगे, कोई और आ जाएंगें
कहानियाँ यहीं रहेंगी, किरदार बदल जाएंगें "
💌👣
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tired-needs-sleep · 2 months
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sara tends to be active at night
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silenthcwl · 2 months
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// lil starter call for the new isola event? 👉👈 capping at 3 as usual
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moonlightviigil · 4 months
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🌙Aphelios most certainly has C-PTSD. Without dumping too much on it; he's had to experience the same sort of trauma multiple times. Again and again. As far as he sees it, it's a never ending cycle. He's become so numb to it all... but when he gets some sort of normalcy? That is what terrifies him the most. He knows it won't last, and so he cherishes the moment, even if it were five minutes out of his day.
He'll take what little scraps of happiness he can get
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emjiroki · 1 year
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Thinking about Draken giving you backshots in the back seat of your car.
You whine and paw at him after a movie date later at night so the parking lot is almost empty, plus it was too cold for his bike so you had a perfectly nice back seat to ruin. Any other time he probably would have told you no, rolling his eyes and telling you you're crazy (affectionately) but there was something about tonight that was different. Chalk it up to how pretty you look or the moon cycle or whatever but he's shuffling to the backseat to get in between your legs without any argument.
Next thing he knows you're underneath him, his big hands pushing you into a nasty arch with your ass against his pelvis and your hands scrambling to hold onto anything as you cream around his thick cock. Every roll of his hips has you squealing and seeing stars, his heavy groans and slaps to your asscheeks only pushing you further and further over the edge. Maybe you shift your hips a bit too far away when a particularly hard thrust nearly knocks your air out before he forcibly pulls you back to spear you on his length, his flushed chest pressing against your back.
"Nuh-uh princess don't be running from me" He scolds with a nip to your shoulder blade "you wanted this dick so bad, you'll take it. All of it"
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lunarscaled · 5 months
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"This is me. If you care. When you are mad at me this is who you are mad at."
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noblehcart · 6 months
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does anyone else feel like they're waiting for the day that their weirdness and excitement about stuff (plots, threads, muses...ect)just drives rp partners away or is that just me?
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strawberrykake · 2 years
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your love makes me forget bad things exist
Global Warming - Sasha Sloan 🎶
hinata x reader, sad and insecure reader
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Hinata Shoyo ₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ゚.
How lucky could you get? You wonder this all the time especially when he has his arms wrapped around you as you lean against his chest. The TV’s flare lights up parts of Hinata’s face, his eyes remain focused on the scenes. He stops every few moments to check up on you, offering some kisses.
Or the time you were being difficult. That day, you were in a mood and things weren’t going your way, and you suddenly snapped at him when he did absolutely nothing wrong. You regretted it later, thinking that maybe this might be his last straw with you. But instead of being angry, he was really understanding about it. And he held you close, reminding you that he’s always there if you needed someone to talk to. You couldn’t help but sob into his shirt as he leans his cheek on your shoulder, whispering comforting words.
It surprises you that he made it this far with you. You’d think that he’d get up and leave one day no longer able to put up with the mess that you are. But he never does. And he never will. He doesn’t plan to.
And you knew this that time you shared those very thoughts with him as you laid beside each other in bed.
“Babe?” Hinata whispers softly, gliding the back of his fingers across your tear-stained cheeks.
“Hmm?” you hum quietly, flickering your eyes down. The gaze he held on you was strong enough to shy your eyes away, but his hands move down to your chin to lift your gaze back up at him. He wants to show you how serious his words are.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises. He raises a pinky, and finally the seriousness in his eyes fade away at the cheesy gesture and a smile spreads across his face. “C’mon, love.”
You giggle which ignites a warmth inside him. Finally, you raise a pinky finger and lock it with his.
“Aha! There we go,” he encourages, before letting go and sealing the promise with a kiss. The heaviness in your heart felt much lighter. Moments like these makes you wonder:
How lucky could you get?
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from-izzy · 1 month
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and i'm just another person, trying to stay calm, reminding myself that i deserve good things in the world, reminding myself that i deserve love even if it's limited, reminding myself that i am trying my very best, reminding myself to be thankful because i truly am blessed to be where i am now, reminding myself that comparing myself with others will get me nowhere
trying to balance all of that while truly trying to swallow the pill that i'm still a human being that feels jealousy and greed. trying my best not to feel ashamed as she finds out how to battle this internal fight
she'll find internal peace someday.
but when is someday?
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nikholascrow · 3 months
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are you really best friends if you don’t have detailed divorce lore and stuffed animal child for which you lost the custody battle at an imaginary court because of a fictional alcohol and and gambling addiction?
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