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pinknightsinmymind · 11 months

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abby would most definitely talk you through a particularly intense orgasm🥲 ik she would.

【 talk you through it - abby anderson | NSFW 】

abby anderson x fem!reader

NSFW CONTENT BELOW MDNI

wc: 1.1k

content: use of pet names(babe, baby, love, etc.), top!abby, bottom!reader, slight dumbification?, mean/teasing!abby, orgasm denial/edging, begging, fingering (r!receiving), praise, aftercare

a/n: yessss she so would🥺 i wrote a little something based off this so enjoy!!

It didn’t matter that it had been at least an hour, Abby was still edging you and denying you your orgasm. You kept squirming against her chest, so pent up and spent out you were desperate. You couldn’t help the cries that kept leaving your lips as her fingers pumped in and out of you. Abby considered each whimper leaving your lips as yet another plea to cum, but that didn’t mean she’d be nice and listen. When Abby suggested trying out edging, she promised she would let you cum after a few times, but it was hard to let you when she loved seeing how desperate and fucked out you got. You always looked so cute when you begged, and this time wasn’t any different. She wanted you to go dumb by the time she was done with you, unable to think about anything other than her. You had agreed to the idea, turned on by the thought of having such an intense orgasm, but right now you were too frustrated to think back on the memory fondly. You just needed your release—one she kept denying you. You had lost count of exactly how many times she had already denied your orgasm. Five? Seven? You weren’t sure anymore, but you could feel yourself getting closer again with the erratic thrusts of Abby’s fingers. You were so full, and for a split second you thought she was actually going to let you finish, until she stopped moving completely. You felt the fire in your stomach dull, and you let out a loud whine. You just wanted to finish, but Abby wasn’t ready to let you cum just yet.

“Please, Abs? Please, let me cum. I need it so bad.”

“Poor thing,” she said fakely. She let her free hand rub your thigh like she was comforting you, knowing full well that, for the most part, she wasn’t sorry at all. With you sitting between her legs and your back pressed up against her, you couldn’t see the cruel smile playing on her lips. You were so desperate for her, and she got off on knowing that she was the only one who could give you the release you needed. Nobody could satisfy you like she did. “Just need to cum, huh? Is that what you want? To cum this time? Beg for it. You can do better than that.”

“Please, please, let me finish. Please, Abs. I need you so bad. Want you to fuck me so hard. You’re the only one who can make me cum.”

“Was that so hard? I knew you could beg better than that. I’ll let you finish, babe. I’ll give you just what you want.” She immediately started pumping her fingers inside you again, the pleasure coming over you faster than you expected. The room was filled with moans and the wet sounds of Abby’s fingers hammering inside you. She couldn’t get enough of it. “You’re so tight,” she muttered, and it’s driving her fucking crazy. “See how you’re feeling right now? How good you feel? I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. No one else’s fingers are gonna fill you up like mine.” You were so lost in the pleasure, and the only thing you were able to focus on was the sound of Abby’s voice and the feeling of her inside you. Abby was losing her impulse control, no longer able to hold back, and started speeding up her pace. She was hitting the spot where you needed her the most, and she could tell by the pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth. She couldn’t deny you another orgasm when your moans and the look on your face were so heavenly. You were starting to tighten around her fingers, signaling to her that you were getting closer. She knows she can’t let up on the pace she’s set now—not when this is when it matters most. She needed to see that fucked out look on your face when you finally finished and came all over her fingers.

“Just like that, babe. Just like that. Come on. Cum for me, yeah?” She was finally giving you permission, and that was all you needed to hear from her. With a few more pumps of her fingers, you could feel your orgasm crashing down on you. You were tightening around Abby’s fingers even more than before, and it was like she was seeing God. She couldn’t help the words that slipped out of her lips. “Good girl,” she praised. “Good girl. Fucking tightening around me like that. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Letting you cum so hard just like you needed?” You couldn’t speak, not when Abby was still fucking you through your orgasm. “Poor baby can’t even talk,” she said mockingly. “So fucked out all you can think about is my fingers inside your pussy. Cumming all over me just like I asked.” She was right. She was the only thing on your mind as you gripped onto the bed sheets, letting yourself be consumed by both Abby and your orgasm. The edging had been brutal, but with the intensity of your orgasm right now, you were no longer upset or frustrated. It was all worth it. The pleasure was so white hot it felt like it was blinding. Abby’s fingers finally stilled inside you, waiting for you to loosen up before she eventually pulled them out. You were panting a little, feeling your body start to go weak after you came down from your high. You didn’t know what to say, so caught up in your head. That was the hardest you had ever come before.

“I hear you, baby,” she said, rubbing her hands over your arms. “Why don’t you sit in my lap, love?” You did as she asked, turning around and planting yourself on her lap before wrapping your arms and legs around her. She stroked your back to help you calm down, her touch so gentle and kind in comparison to her meanness earlier. “I’m right here. You’re okay,” she reassured you. You never got this quiet after an orgasm, and she could tell you just needed the time and comfort right now. “I got you. Tell me what you need when you’re ready.”

You nodded your head, and Abby was glad to get some form of confirmation from you. She continued to rub your back, just giving you the comforting touch you need.

“Can you keep holding me?” you spoke up. You felt so tired, like you could fall asleep at any moment.

“I’ll do anything you want me to, love,” she responded.

“Even if I asked you to hold me like this for a while?”

“Even that,” she confirmed. You chuckled lightly at her response, your eyes drooping more and more with each passing second. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep, so warm and safe in Abby’s arms. She didn’t mind, though, not for a second. Not when her pretty girl was fast asleep and being taken care of by her.

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amoristt · 9 months

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anon: can you write a ghost x reader fic about y/n being wrongfully accused of being a spy and she makes a run for it and ghost finds her? YESSSS . LOVE ITTTT

-as always comments/reblogs are appreciated! - wanna tip me? heres my kofi!

The Accused | Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader

- Heavy footsteps, the air thick, the wall in front of you even thicker. Never did you think that beige wallpaper would be such an obstacle in your way as the echoing sound of footsteps gain on you. The door is shut tight, but the room is still under construction and lacks any furniture to help barricade you in. There isn't even a fucking closet for you to hide in. The only thing other than light brown plank flooring and a door with a half-painted white frame, was a window overlooking a yard.

It was roughly a five-story drop- too high to continue your run unscathed, but at this point, you've got some pretty heavy options to weigh. On one hand, potentially cut your life short, on the other, get caught and dragged out fighting.

Not that it would be much of a fight. You didn't even have time to grab your gun or knife before you made your escape.

Your heart aches. This wasn't right. While you weren't sure what dirt Shepherd had on you, what documents had been falsified as evidence of your alleged 'treason', but whatever they were they must have been pretty damn convincing to have Graves up in arms almost instantaneously. Tears bite at your eyes- had been since you first ran, but now they were heavier. Angrier. You wipe them harshly and red blotches bubble at your cheeks.

Shaking, you bring your radio to your lips. You can't hear them, but they can surely hear you, switched to a different station so you couldn't use their chatter to work around them.

"Please," you damn near sob. "Please, there's a mistake. There's been a fucking mistake, I haven't done anything. You really think I'd do this to you guys of all people?"

Grave answers your pleads like a poison, settling deep into your lungs, replacing all the air in its wake.

"Enough running. Come out and no one has to get hurt."

There was no use in arguing, you realized. They would never hear of it- not the people that truly mattered when it came to imprisonment, anyways. Even if you could convince your humble squad of your innocence, it would never hold up in the end. Besides that, by the way Graves spoke to you, the way he had looked at you, like you were a fucking bug that needed squashing, told you all you needed to know when it came to fighting against Shepherd's allegations.

You knew, ultimately, that running wasn't going to exactly help your case, but you didn't know what else to do. It felt like everyone had turned against you in a moment. You hadn't even had time to process anything. One moment you were joking with your crew, and Graves scampered off the take a rather important call.

Shepherd, was all he had said before disappearing.

And god, when he came back, red-faced and tense, the accusations poured.

Soap tried to defend you. Ghost fought to question, to figure out what the fuck was happening, but the supposed 'evidence' was apparently damning enough to convince Graves through and through that you were a spy.

A rat.

Ghost's voice, laced with desperation and confusion, when Graves began to 'explain' your betrayal haunted you. More so than the act of being accused of treason, even. You just stared at him, past that skull mask, into those familiar dark eyes. Even now, as you ran for what could possibly be your life, that half-hidden expression was all you could see.

The moment Graves brought up arresting you, and even moved to try and grab you, your brain damn near malfunctioned. Your body reacted on its own.

You fucking ran.

Though you weren't sure how someone had found you, this was the position you were in now. The curtains blew out with the breeze, soft and inviting, almost like it was beckoning your jump. They unfurl before you like great wings, and you stare down at the green grass below. You'd surely be crippled by this fall. If not that, it could very well kill you.

Your heart seizes, your lungs struggle to take in air as panic begins to sets in like vines creeping over your nerves. For a moment, you freeze. There was no other way out.

But then there's a slam on the door behind you, so great that the frame creaks and sharp chunks of wood launch off and scatter onto the floor around you. You flinch and your body once again takes priority over your mind, tossing your leg over the sill and swallowing hard. You're going to have to make the jump for it.

You heave yourself up and over, planting your feet flat on the sill, your entire body shaking with both fear of the leap and the deeper issue at present. One hand braces against the top of the window, the other covering your mouth.

Behind you, the door bursts open. Wood splints and tears as it slams into the wall.

"Enough!" A voice shouts, thick with accent and heavy breaths. "You're going to break every damn bone in your body."

You can practically feel Ghost's gun pointed straight at you. You cringe.

Would he pull the trigger?

"Might as well do it now before someone else does trying to beat a confession out of me that'll never fucking come." You didn't mean for your voice to carry so sharp, so laced with the pain and hurt of being hunted by your own friends.

By Ghost, of all people.

How could he be so fucking blind after everything you'd been through together? You wanted to reach out and smack him upside the head. You'd patched each other up more times than you could count, you trusted him with your life, he'd trusted you with his.

Or so, you had always thought.

But the way he's looking at you has to second guessing.

But, ultimately, you knew the game at play. He was a good soldier- the best. He was a former lone wolf, distrustful to his core. You'd worked so fucking hard to get close with him and now it was all crumbling down. Even if you stayed and explained yourself, there would be no point. You would be arrested, processed, thrown in jail labeled a traitor to your country and more people than not would be celebrating it. You'd never see the light of day- shackled and stuffed into a prison so far off the map that God himself would struggle to find you.

And you would be damned if you were going to just sit there and accept your fate. Even if it meant you appeared just as guilty as Shepherd had painted you. You just needed to get away for a bit, collect yourself, and have the time to figure out what the hell was going on. But it seemed that was never in the cards for you.

The ground below looks menacing, but more forgiving than the fate that awaits you.

You can hear Ghost taking heavy steps forward, and you wonder why he hasn't just come up and ripped you from that sill already.

"Get down," He barks, and you shake at the tone, refusing to look back at him. Defiance shines through as you refuse to climb down.

"I'm not going down for something I didn't do!" Exasperated, your knuckles whitening with your iron grip. It takes what feels like eons to prepare for gravity to play its course, but in reality, it's been mere seconds. You try to force down air through the boulder in your throat.

For a moment, everything stills. You knew the outcome that was bound to come to this. You knew, deep down in your heart, that your fate was not a good one at this point. Either you die on impact, or you'd be wheeled into the interrogation room on a stretcher. That alone makes your skin crawl- interrogation. Knowing you had not a single detail to offer despite the amount of 'tactics' that would be used on you... The torture would essentially be never-ending.

You were well and truly fucked.

"I have to do this." You try to keep your voice level, but it betrays you. You hear Ghost suck in a sharp breath, the sound of his gear shifting. At this point, you don't even care if he shot you. At least you'd die with the person you loved.

"You don't." Ghost's voice is quieter, closer. Now you can really hear it- the sadness. The desolation. It wracks you to your very core.

With a hasty glance over your shoulder, you take in the sight of him. Maybe the last sight of him you'll ever get the chance to see. His looming figure stands feet away, gun still fixated on you. He looks defeated. Or, perhaps, torn. Riding that fence and teetering on the edge between believing you or hauling your ass back to Shepherd kicking and screaming.

Tears well in your eyes when realize his finger isn't even on the trigger. You nod at him sadly.

"I do."

And then, you give yourself to gravity. For a split second, you're weightless. Without much family back home, you found yourself thinking about your squad. How would Soap react? Gaz, or Price? Would they try to find your innocence, or would they take your cowardly actions at face value? Would Graves struggle with the weight of your life if he discovered his manhunt had been unwarranted?

Would Ghost be okay after firsthand witnessing such an awful, selfish act?

Would he ever forgive you?

With a sickening crack, your body slams into the brick wall of the building and you're left dangling in place. Your shoulder screams as you hang, and when you snap your attention toward the searing pain, you see two large hands grasped tight at your wrist and elbow.

"Damn it!"

Ghost's voice reaches you like a bullet had been ripped through your chest. He'd caught you, holding fast and unrelenting. You tried to fight, struggling against him, trying to reach up and pry those fingers away but they didn't budge.

It was over. You'd been caught. You were going to fucking prison and forever labeled a traitor to your country and everyone you ever knew. Everyone you ever fought with, and for, would remember you as a rat. A stain on the fabric of the U.S. Army.

"Let go!" You cry, feeling yourself reeling back into that room with Ghost's unwavering grip. "Just let go!"

Ghost grunts a sharp no before you're hauled up, into the room, and held fast by his arms caging you against him. He crushes you to himself, fingers near digging bruises into your skin and he's shaking you realize. Tears well up and flush past your waterlines, disappearing into the cloth of his gear. You haphazardly beat on his chest with a loosely formed fist.

"They're gonna fucking kill me" You sob. "It's not me, I didn't do anything."

You feel Ghost's arms leave you, and you realize now is when you'll have to surrender. You'll have to hang your head low and saunter away and into the clutches of the armies worst. You're crying into your hands now, not caring what you look like. Not caring this was the first time Ghost had ever truly seen you cry. And god, did you cry.

"Simon, please, I didn't do anything. It wasn't me!"

He's silent as he watches you fall apart right in front of him. Though he uncurls his arms from your shaking frame, he doesn't back away, looking down at you, like he's unsure of what to do. Unsure of what to believe anymore. As you press your forehead to his shoulder, your legs threaten to give out from underneath you.

"Why is this happening." Your voice escapes you as a whimper, broken up with sharp, painful breaths. "What could I have done for someone to do this to me of all people? I know I'm not a saint, but,-" Finally you look up at him, babbling. "Fuck, what do I do?"

Ghost's eyes narrow as he watches you, taking in every word. He places his hands on your shoulders, the first familiar gesture you've felt yet.

"You think you've been framed?" He asks, tone cool despite the waves of emotions in his eyes. You nod.

"That's the only explanation I can think of, but why? I would never do this to my country, my home." You flicker your eyes up to his own. "I would never do this to you."

You can see him trying to work it all out in his brain. Weighing the evidence he'd been presented with versus the fact that he fucking knew you. Knew you like the back of his hand, knew you without even having to think about it. He knew you as he knew himself, and he just knew you wouldn't do this.

"So what is it then." He starts harshly, so terribly confused it brings about anger, like he needs the answer right now because he doesn't know what to do next and time is running thin.

Shaking your head, you shrug. "I don't know. I just-... I know that there's something going on here. Maybe by mistake, maybe intentionally, I don't know. But I didn't fucking do anything."

Ghost digests your words. You continue.

"I just need time to figure it out and I don't have it. I've got 141 and god fucking forbid, the Shadow's coming for this at this point." your face falls. "...Did anyone try to defend me after I left...?"

Ghost stiffens and swallows hard. You nod, laugh hoarsely. Of course.

"It was fast. There wasn't time to think." He offers. It made sense. You wondered what would have happened if anyone found you up here. If it had been Soap, or Gaz. Or Graves.

His eyes are softer now, his breathing leveling. Surely he's made a choice, but you aren't sure of which. You pray it's in your favor, that he realizes that this is you you're talking about. You pray he remembers all the time, the trust. As you watch him, like he's miles away from you, you can't help but notice him staring at you like you're just mere arms reach away.

Like you'd never left his arms at all, actually. Still flush against him a crying mess of pleads and hurt.

"Ghost, how copy?" Grave's voice pipes up from Ghost's radio.

You still. Ghost lingers a moment, like he doesn't want to answer, his eyes dart from his radio and then back to you, and you press your lips into a tight line.

Don't fucking answer it, your mind begs. Don't do this to me.

When Graves repeats himself, urgently this time, Ghost drags the radio begrudgingly up his clothed lips. Mouth running dry, hands shaking, you take a step back.

'Please,' You mouth. Ghost shakes his head and refuses to meet your gaze.

He was going to turn you in, after all.

He was a good soldier.

You, in that moment, recall the moments you spend side by side with this man. This scary, intimidating man, that you'd found comfort in. The person you plucked from the litter and thought to yourself, this one.

And he hadn't wanted you in. You bulldozed your way through until he found himself picking you out in crowds, remembering all those little things about you that no one else seemed to give a damn about. Waiting for you in the morning, sharing his thoughts and time.

You had always hoped, in another world, you two could enjoy life without all the pain together. A life outside of the army.

Surely, it would have been enough.

Face downcast, you hear him take a breath to speak.

"Clear." He says. "No sign."

There was no stopping the tears that spilled down your cheeks at that moment, mouth covered to muffle yourself, crouching down as your knees shook.

"Sonofa bitch! Regroup back at point A." Graves says with a sigh.

"Copy." Ghost says quickly, shoving his radio back into his belt. He takes a knee in front of you, and his hands cup the side of your wet face. You eye him, babbling thank you over and over again, sick with fear, gratitude, and confusion. A cocktail that left an unnaturally horrendous taste on your lips. He retrieves a hand just long enough to set his knife down o the floor in front of you.

"Now you've got time." He says matter-of-factly, but you can still sense that urgency in his words. He wants you to escape. To figure this out and come back to him his friend and partner.

He takes your discarded radio and switches it to the proper channel so you could keep tabs on their whereabouts and plans. The voices of your squad chatter on the line, Soap's voice above all wondering how the fuck this was even happening. Bless his heart, he even mentioned being worried for you, which was quickly shot down by Graves reminding him of your betrayal.

As Ghost crouches before you, massive, all-powerful it seemed, you watch his eyes. He pats your cheek. His gloved finger points to the window.

"Ever try a stunt like that again, I'll kill you myself." He bites. You nod, struggling to compose yourself. He stands and your mind begs for him to stay, to be with you during this, but you know he can't.

He lingers in the doorway like he's thinking the same thing.

"I will... Do what I can. Watch your back, soldier."

And then he's gone, and It's silent save for your harsh breaths. You shakily pull yourself up from the floor, grasping the knife he'd given you- his favorite blade entrusted to you. You'd wait for nightfall and make a run for it, find shelter day by day, and hopefully reconnect with him somewhere to go over what the hell was going on.

You prayed he'd find a way to convince them of your innocence, ask the right questions to the right people, and have more players in your court.

It would likely be your only way out of this awful nightmare.

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Wrong kind of training (part 2)

Neteyam (30) x omatikayan fem reader (23)

Read part 1 here:

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, age kink, praise kink, degrading kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, p in v, oral, mating, cursing, choking, slapping, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, neck bulge.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

It had been a month since you and neteyam’s first encounter. Even though no one knew about you too, people had their speculations. The ways he talked to you, held you in public. It was only a matter of time before everyone truly found out. In the meantime, you two had been meeting at your regular spot every other night for training, but you were really there just to talk, kiss, touch….fuck.

“Mmmm daddy I’m s-so close!” You whined, holding onto the tree bark that your cheek was smushed into. He bent down to your ear, letting his fangs graze the lobe before kissing it

“I know, baby! Cum for daddy!” He grunted, drilling into you hard and deep. And on instant, your mouth flew opened as you squirted all over him.

“Fuck! You ready for me to fill you up? Huh?” He moaned as his thrusts became sloppier. You nodded frantically, spreading your legs farther apart to give him easier access.

“Yessss, just like that baby!” he growled slapping your ass before pumping his seed into you. He threw his head back, thrusting into you slowly to ride out his high.

“Mmmm” you hummed, feeling his seed paint your walls just right. He chuckled, kissing your cheek.“Daddy’s little girl, right?” He asked, pulling your hair behind your shoulders. You nodded again, smiling deliriously. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed run down your thighs as your legs twitched from your orgasm.

“Come on, baby” he smiled, turning you around before picking you up bridal style, walking towards the stream.“I’m going to clean you up, and then I’ll take you home.” He smiled, looking down at you as he walked waist deep into the river. He got to a rock, sitting you on it before cupping water in his hands, running it along your body.

“Neteyam? c-can I stay with you tonight?” You asked hesitantly, looking into his eyes desperately. He smiled again, sighing as he washed your thighs.

“You ask me this every night. What do I always say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to speak.

“It’s too risky, and my dad might find out.” You muttered, throwing your head down in defeat. He picked your chin up, looking into your teary eyes.

“Y/n, im supposed to be training you. What would your father think of me if he discovered this?” He asked, spreading your legs to wash your cunt gently.

“Is that why you haven’t mated with me yet? Because of my father?” You asked, closing your legs on his hand in frustration. He looked up at you through his eyebrows before standing up straight.

“Open your legs, y/n.” he commanded calmly, with a low growl building in his chest. “NO! Answer the question!” You shouted, crossing your arms. He clenched his jaw, looking around the forest before glaring at you.

“Keep your fucking voice down.” He growled, pointing his finger at you. You shook your head, pouting at him. “NO! TELL ME WHY YOU WON’T MATE WITH ME!” You shouted even louder. He nodded his head with pursed lips before getting in your face.

“Keep on, and I’ll give you something to scream about. Do you fucking hear me?” He shouted through gritted teeth, gripping your dainty arm tightly. You pouted up at him, as your eyebrows furrowed. He looked you up and down angrily before letting your arm go.

“Smart choice.” He spat, prying your legs opened again. “Now, I told you why I can’t mate with you, it wouldn’t look right!” He growled, still washing the flesh in between your legs gently.

“But you can fuck me on the regular?” You asked sarcastically, pushing him away as you got up, walking towards the shore.

“Y/N! Get back here!” He roared, following you to the shore. He caught up to you, pulling you back to him by your tail. You yelped in pain as you fell back into his broad chest.

“Now I want you to LISTEN!” he started, wrapping your tail around his forearm, yanking it slightly. “I do not have time for your attitude. I’ll put you in check right here, right now if you do not stop! You hear me?” He growled in your ear, yanking your tail hard.

“Ouch, I GET IT!” You screamed, holding on to his arm that had your tail wrapped around it.

“Walk.” He commanded, still holding your tail around his arm. You hissed loudly, making him yank your tail again.

“Ohhh you wanna test me tonight? Please give me a reason to wear you out right here!” He growled, snaking his free hand around to your neck, gripping it tightly.

“Now WALK!” He commanded again, clenching his jaw. You rolled your eyes, following his orders as you both walked to the shore. He let your tail and neck go, walking over to his loincloth.

“Get dressed, I’m taking you home!” He commanded loudly, nose flared as he tied his loincloth. You looked at him with disgust before bending down to grab your cloths. You tied them angrily, huffing and puffing with every movement.

“Let’s go! And I don’t want to hear another word from you!” He said sternly, watching you walk in-front of him silently.

The walk to your hut was silent. You walked in-front of him as he trailed behind, watching your back for anything dangerous. You finally reached your fathers hut, walking in without looking back at him, not even a goodbye. Neteyam walked in behind you, seeing your father at the table. You bolted to your room, slamming the door shut.

“Oh no, what happened?” Your father asked neteyam, still staring at your bedroom door in confusion. Neteyam shook his head, placing his hands on his hips as he plastered a face smile across his face.

“I think she’s just fed up with my training, Sir.” Neteyam started, sighing loudly before continuing.

“m-maybe it would be best if we….stopped for a while.” He projected his voice for you to hear through the door. Your heart sank as you cried on your cot. Was this his way of breaking up with you? Saying that he didn’t want to train you anymore?

“Yes, I understand. Maybe she just needs a break.” Your dad smiled weakly, shifting his eye contact from your door, to Neteyam.

“I think we both need a break, your daughter is a handful, sir!” Neteyam chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. Your father laughed, nodding his head in agreement.

“Oh, tell me about it!” Your dad chuckled, motioning for Neteyam to come and take a seat. He obliged, sitting across from your father.

“I-I’m almost, worried for her.” Your father sighed, knocking his knuckles on the table as he shook his head. “in what ways, sir?” Neteyam asked, intrigued with the conversation.

“Well, she’s 23, and not a mate in sight. I’m afraid her stubbornness will be her downfall.” Your father confessed, gesturing calmly. Neteyam knew about your stubbornness all too well, but he also knew how to handle that like no other.

“Trust me, I understand how stubborn she can be, but their are many other qualities to her that a man would be happy to experience. Just give her time.” Neteyam spoke softly, nodding his head as he looked in the direction of your shut door.

“I hope so.” Your father shook his head, before stopping suddenly, looking up at Neteyam with glee. Neteyam was confused for a moment before he finally spoke.

“What is it, sir?” Neteyam asked, sitting up in his chair. “Don’t you have a training camp tomorrow? For some of the young warriors in the clan?” Your father asked with a smile, and wide eyes full of hope. Neteyam scratched his head in confusion, nodding his head at your father.

“Yes, sir. Bright and early!” Neteyam responded, sitting back in his chair again. Your father hesitated to ask this question, but he did anyway.

“What if you took her with you? She could meet the males her age, and hopefully find a mate!”your father whispered in pure excitement, not wanting you to hear the plan. Neteyam’s heart dropped at the mere thought of you being with another man.

“Oh, sir I don’t k-” neteyam started nervously, being interrupted by your father.

“Please, neteyam. You of all people know that she needs this.” Your father begged, gripping the sides of the table. Neteyam was devastated, it felt like his entire world came crumbling down at his feet. How was he supposed to endure you talking to another man? Building a bond with another man?

He sighed loudly, hesitating to say his next words, but he did. Neteyam wanted to keep your father happy, so he did what he had to do.

“I’ll be back in the morning to get her.” He smiled weakly, swiftly standing to his feet as your father did the same.

“Neteyam, Thank you. I will be gone on a hunting trip in the morning, so I’ll make sure she’s up, and ready to go for you.” Your father nodded, embracing Neteyam with a hand shake. Neteyam nodded firmly, before turning around to walk out.

You sat on the other side of your shut door, taking in the conversation about you. Did your father really think that you were stubborn? And Neteyam too? You didn’t want to be apart of this training camp, and you sure as hell didn’t want to meet the male warriors your age. All you wanted was Neteyam, and the feelings didn’t seem to be reciprocated as much on his end.

The next morning, your father woke you up bright and early, telling you what you already heard last night before he left for the day. You got dressed, before sitting at the table to eat your fruit.

You could sense Neteyam coming from around the corner before he even walked in. He walked towards the table slowly, sitting in the same spot he did last night.

“Goodmorning, y/n.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in the chair as he watched you eat. You looked into his eyes briefly, scanning his entire body before taking a bit of your fruit again.

“Is it good?” He asked, crossing his arms, glaring at you. “Really good” you snapped back, taking a slow bite out of the fruit as you maintained eye contact with him. He looked you up and down with a slight smirk.

“I have a feeling you are going to give daddy a reeeaaaallllly hard time today! Am I right?” He asked calmly, tilting his head.

“Correct.” You nodded, taking the rest of the fruit in your mouth, dusting your hands off. “And that’s fine. Just don’t get too touchy feely with my warriors, or you and I are going to have a huge problem.” He smirked followed by a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“I’ll do what I want.” You smiled at him, crossing your legs ontop of the table. He watched you intently, almost feeling enticed enough to take you right here, right now. Instead he chuckled lightly, shaking his head at you.

“What? You want some attention? I’ll give you some fucking attention. Lay even a single finger on one of my warriors, and I’ll show you.” He spoke in his melodic tone, nodding his head as he pursed his lips at you.

“Isn’t the whole point of this? to find a mate?” You asked with a smirk, crossing your arms across your chest. “My warriors are off limits.” He shook his head.

“All of the males are warriors, neteyam.” You smiled sarcastically. “Exactly…” he smiled, sitting up in the chair, placing his hands on the table.

“What? Afraid that i might actually find someone today? Someone my age as you like to say?” You asked all-knowingly as you squinted your eyes at him. He traced your body again, before glaring at you, licking his lips.

“Let’s go.” He commanded, standing swiftly as he walked towards the door. You rolled your eyes, before standing, walking towards him.

“Play nice today.” He said, following your body with his eyes as you made your way in-front of him, walking out of the hut.

Another quiet walk to the meeting spot for the warriors. Neteyam was in front, as you trailed behind him. He would occasionally look back to make sure that you hadn’t run off.

You two were getting closer to the warriors, as you started to hear distant male laughter, and arrows being shot through trees. You bent the corner to see 7 gorgeous warriors. They were all muscular, strong, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them.

“Alright settle down!” Neteyam shouted, standing before the warriors as the filed in. “Go sit over there, baby.” He whispered, pointing to the rock behind him, motioning for you to sit. You scanned the line of fine men quickly, before turning around to take your place.

“Are you not going to introduce us?” One of the warriors spat jokingly, making the others laugh. Neteyam snapped his head to him, glaring at him angrily.

“Are you here for her, or are you here to learn?” He asked sternly, and the entire line of young me fell completely silent.

“That’s what I thought. Start your warm ups.” Neteyam commanded, dismissing them. They all dispersed, starting their exercises. You watched them intently. watching them sweat, as their muscles flexed. You were almost in a trance until you were snapped out of it.

“PLAY. NICE.” Neteyam muttered, grabbing your arm tightly, clenching his jaw as he glared at you. You snatched out of his grip, rolling your eyes before going back to the show in-front of you. He growled loudly, looking between you and the warriors.

“ENOUGH OF THE WARMUPS!” Neteyam shouted, waving his hands to get their attention.

“But sir, we just started.” One of the warriors replied, scratching his head in confusion.

“I KNOW THAT, j-just-” neteyam stuttered, getting cut off by one of the warriors.

“So why are we-” the warrior started, immediately being cut off by an angry Neteyam.

“GODDAMIT! YOUR’E DONE FOR THE DAY! SIT OVER THERE!” Neteyam roared, pointing behind him. The warrior smacked his lips, stomping over to the rock you were seated at. Neteyam turned around, seeing the warrior sitting directly next to you.

“Y/n, scoot over.” He commanded, nudging his head in the direction he wanted you to go, but you took this opportunity to mess with him. You scoot closer to the warrior, to the point where your thighs were touching his.

“Like this?” You asked innocently. His eyes narrowed, as he gently flicked his nose with his thumb before dropping his hand to his side.

“Oh im sorry, did you mean like this?” You asked, getting up to sit on the young warriors lap. The warriors eye widened, scanning your body as you adjusted yourself on him.

“Get up.” He commanded angrily through gritted teeth. You completely ignored Neteyam, whipping your head around to the young warrior.

“What’s your name?” You smiled.

“Ze’kitey, yours?” the young warrior replied, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Y/n! Nice to meet you!” You squeaked in happiness, shifting to the side to put your arms around his neck.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here with us?” He asked, biting his lip as he eyed you up and down.

“Aggh! DISMISSED! EVERYONE!” Neteyam growled, darting over to you. He yanked you off of ze’kitey’s lap, pulling you over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Tomorrow morning! Be here!” He shouted to the warriors over your pleads to put you down. He walked off with you in hand, all the way to his hut. When you finally got there, he put you down, slamming the door behind him.

“YOU ARE DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY!” He growled, punching the wall as you stood there, genuinely terrified. Maybe you took it too far this time.

He walked over to you, grabbing your neck harshly. “Why are you so damn STUBBORN?, HUH?” He yelled, shaking your neck with every syllable.

“Because you haven’t given me what I want yet…” you smirked. Holding onto his wrist as you looked into his eyes.

“Oh, I’ll give you what you want all right. Don’t fucking test me.” He growled, bringing you closer to his lips by your neck.

“I’ll test you all I fucking want. If you don’t want to give me what I’ve asked for, I’ll go find a man who will. How about that?” You tilted your head, still inches away from his lips.

“I’ll kill any man that even thinks about it…” he growled, backing you into the wall. His free hand rested above your head as he glared down at you.

“If I knew you were this crazy, I would’ve never done this with you. Why do you care who I mate with? YOU DONT WANT TO, REMEMBER?!” You shouted, pouting up at him as you wiggled to get out of his grasp.

“You want it that bad, huh?” He asked, letting your neck go before hoisting you up by your thighs.

“I want it SO bad!” You muttered through a clenched jaw, trailing your hands down his muscular arms.

“Tell me what you want!” He growled, holding you up with one hand as he untied his loincloth.

“I want you to put me in my place. I want to be your mate. I want you to fill me to the brim with your seed, and watch my belly grow with your children.” You confessed as you untied your top, throwing it to the side. Your words sent him into a frenzy, as he ripped your loincloth off.

“Open up.” He commanded, and you obliged quickly. Without warning he stuffed your loincloth in your mouth.

“You’re gonna need to bite down on this because I’m going to have you screaming in a few minutes.” He growled, plunging into you with no warning. As promised, you bit down on your cloth to muffle your screams.

“This is what you want? Huh?” He asked, thrusting into you fast and deep. Your face contorted In pleasure, as it consumed every part of your being. You reached around, trying to use your strength to climb up the wall, but he pulled you back down on him harder.

“No, let me give you what you want! Put you in your place! Isn’t that what you’ve been begging for all day?” He moaned breathlessly, as he trapped you between the wall and his body weight. You spat your loincloth out, immediately letting out a loud moan as spit trailed down your chin.

“Daddyyy I-I’m!” You stuttered before your mouth flew opened, arching your back all the way off of the wall. He licked your exposed chest before sucking on it, leaving hickeys all across your neck line.

“I’m not gonna let you off that fucking easy, baby! You’re gonna hold it until I feel that you’ve learned your lesson.” He growled, slowing his pace down, thrusting into you hard and deep, just how you liked it. Your toes curled, as your vision went blurry from tears.

“NETEYAM PLEASE!” You screamed sharply, as your legs started to shake lightly.

"Who?” He muttered through gritted teeth, tilting his head at you.

“Mmm d-daddy, please!” You pleaded with him, tapping his shoulder as an attempt to tap out.

“You’ve been a really bad girl today. Giving daddy such a hard time! Maybe I should make you hold it all night!” He grunted, slamming into you hard, rolling his hips directly into your sweetspot.

You screamed out loud, throwing your head back on the wall. “Pleaseee, daddy! d-dont do this to meee!” You whined as tears streamed down your face. You tried climbing up tho wall again, but was unsuccessful.

“Don’t run from me, y/n! Look at me while I punish you!” He growled, grabbing your cheeks to keep your gaze locked on his. “You feel me, baby?” He asked, thrusting into you at a steady pace as he held eye contact with you. Your legs started shaking faster, as you squealed in his grasp.“

Have you learned your fucking lesson? Your not gonna give me a hard time anymore, are you?” He asked, kissing your bottom lip.

“Nooo! I’ll b-be nghh! a good girl for you, daddy!” You moaned, trembling in his arms as you desperately waited for his permission. He bit his lip, admiring your pleasurable expressions.

“Mhmm, cum for daddy!” He chuckled, watching you lose it. “Ohhhhh shittttt!” You screamed, squirting all over him as your vision blurred.

“Good girl! Let it out for me.” He panted, thrusting into you slowly, letting you ride out your high. You fell limp in his arms, twitching occasionally as you whimpered softly.

“Oh no baby, I’m not done with you yet! Wake up!” He shouted sternly, leaning you back on the wall, slapping your face lightly to wake you up.

He placed you on your knees in front of him as he held you up by your hair. He grabbed his cock, slapping your lips with his tip.

“Open that big mouth of yours for me.” He smirked, watching you open your mouth lazily. Without a warning, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat, making you gag loudly. You hit his thigh weakly, trying to get him to let up, but he couldn’t care less.

“You wanted some attention, right! You’ve got my full attention now baby.” He grunted, thrusting into your mouth. Your throat contracted to fit his length, making a bulge appear with every thrust.

“This tight little throat of yours! You’re doing so fucking good!” He moaned, thrusting faster. You could feel your consciousness slipping away as your eyes lazily rolled to the back of your head. In an instant, you felt relief as he pulled out of your mouth. You gasped loudly, spit lines connecting your mouth to his cock as drool cascaded down your chin. Your eyes were read from crying, and the lack of air.

“I can’t have you passing out on me, y/n. Wake the fuck up and take this punishment like a good girl!” He growled, slapping your face harder, leaving handprints. He chuckled, watching you drift in and out of consciousness.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” He laughed, picking you up to throw you on the cot. You whimpered at the impact, trying your best to crawl away from him. He grabbed your arms harshly, pinning them behind your back before smacking your ass hard.

“d-daddy please, I-I need your help.” You strained, crying into the cot. He eased up on your arms, knowing exactly what you wanted from him. What you’ve been begging for this entire time.

“Show me what you want!” He growled, as he let your arms go. You reached back lazily, grabbing his queue. He smiled at your relentlessness. Even after all he’d done, after everything he’d said to you about mating, and you still wanted him. You wouldn’t let up, until he was yours. He always loved you, but you had finally earned your place in his heart. He flipped you over to face him, settling himself between your legs.

“I see you, y/n. I want to be mated with you for life.” He admitted, gently bringing your queue inches away from his. He grabbed your hand, pulling it up to your queue, helping you hold it.

“We can’t go back after this. Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me, for life?” He asked, tearing up as he watched you nod frantically.

“tis a-all I’ve ever wanted, neteyam.” You confessed as tears blurred your vision. And with that, he brought his queue closer to yours, connecting them together. You gasped loudly, almost as if he just revived you, brought you back to life. His pupils dilated, feeling a wave of emotion that he’d never felt before. You two could feel everything. The love, the burning desire for each other, it all hit you at once.

“Comere” you whispered, pulling him down to indulge in a passionate kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues fighting for dominance. He reached down to his cock, guiding it through your entrance. You both moaned loudly, feeling everything 10x as much.

“I know I’ve been neglecting you emotionally, I can feel it. I’m so sorry baby.” He spoke breathlessly, sitting up between your legs, pulling you down further onto him.

“But if you’d let me, I’d like to make it up to you.” He smiled, thrusting into you softly. You nodded with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yes, yes please daddy!” You pleaded, rolling your hips into his, in desperate need of another orgasm. He smirked, grabbing your hips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. He hit your sweetspot every time, causing you to whine out loud.

“I know baby, I feel it too!” He moaned, trailing his hand all the way down your torso, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I need you closer to me, daddy!” You cried, bringing him down to you by his arms. He fell into you, immediately engulfing you in his warm grasp, thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, y/n! I love you so much.” He moaned in your ear, contorting his face in pleasure. You placed your hands on his muscular back, scratching it up.

“Mmm! I love you too! I love y-you sooo much!” You moaned, feeling your peak nearing. He rubbed his head in the pit of your neck to leave his scent, as he grunted loudly.

“I’m gonna fill you up just right! Just how you like it!” he moaned, snaking his head around to your lips, kissing them softly as he sped up his pace.

“I want all of you, daddy! Give me everything!” You whined as your legs started to shake again.

“Everything?” He asked breathlessly.

“Everythingggg!!!” You cried, tears running down your face as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“You want to bare my children? Right here?” He grunted, pressing down on the bulge in your stomach where his cock was.

“Yessss! Please!” You whined, trembling in his arms as your orgasm was near. “You want me to cum inside of you? Breed you like the little slut you are?” He moaned, twitching inside of you as he felt his peak nearing.

“I want it so bad! Please give it to meee!” You moaned, eyes rolling back as you convulsed in his arms.“Daddyyy, I’m c-cumming!” You screamed, squirting all over him, you reached down to tap your clit, creating the right amount of friction to make you spazz uncontrollably.

“Yes! Yes! Yesss!” You whined, before your jaw dropped, feeling Neteyam brush against your sweetspot as his thrust became sloppier.

“You’re such a good girl, I’m gonna give you what you want, baby!” He grunted before sending you one last thrust, painting you walls, and filling you to the brim like he promised.

“Shhhhitttttt!” He moaned, convulsing on top of you. “Mmmm yesss!” You threw your head back, feeling his seed flow into your empty womb. He thrusted into you steadily, riding out his high before pulling out slowly. He sat up, watching his seed seep out of your cunt, licking his lips before speaking:

“You’re stuck with me, now”

This story literally took me all damn day to write. I am tired🤦🏾‍♀️. I really tried my best to top the first one but idkkkk yall. Lemme know what y’all think in the comments. As always, I love y’all and I’ll talk to y’all later!!❤️

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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potol0ver · 4 months

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Hello! I've really enjoyed your hcs and requests for Erik and I was wondering, could you write one for Erik with a partner who is an artist that views him as a muse? Drawing his masked face and doodling his hands and figure silently all the time even if they don't tell him they find him beautiful outright, it's obvious in their secret artwork

Yessss this is adorable i love this

Tags; GN reader, artist reader, Drabble (I still don’t know if I’m using that word right-)

Even before you and Erik got together, Erik knew about YOURE artistic skills. Always watching you from the shadows as you worked on your next masterpiece. No matter how “bad” or unfinished the project was, he adored it like it belonged in the museum. The older works that you forgot about he stole and put up in his home deep under the Opera house, he couldn’t help it, he needed to be surrounded by your brilliants.

After you two starting talking and interacting with each other he noticed how your works became a little more moody, or take more inspiration from the Opera house itself more. Erik entertained the idea that you’re doing that because it reminds you of him, but he snaps himself out of it thinking that he’s just showing you more of the Opera, of course you’re inspired. It’s not because of him.

Overtime the two of you became an inseparable pair, you can continue to work on your art in his home as well as he can work with you in there to, if anything it’s boosting both of your work ethics. Erik sitting at his piano and you sitting nearby with your sketch book in hand, how can it get any better than this? Perfectly domestic and calm as you two worked on your art. If only he knew, just like he’s writing songs about you, that you’re drawing him as your muse.

Sitting in your lounge chair off to the side of his piano room, you sat sketching him with a charcoal pencil. Slowly but surely capturing his appearance with small strokes and the occasional intentional smudge of the charcoal on the page for definition. You couldn’t help but have a small smile as you take a look at the page, you capture him perfectly in your eyes. His mask, his hair, even the disgruntled look of him as he focuses on his music, leaning over his piano.

Truth be told this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. You’ve say many times in this chair sketching him, let it be just his face, or maybe some anatomy practice where you focused on how he held his body. Like all artists hands were the bane of your existence, but you couldn’t help but try and tackle that subject to immortalize his, whether they’re in his leather gloves or bare, they were always intriguing.

Erik was always a muse to you, even before you ever saw him and only heard his voice. Those drawings of the opera house you did were made to try and capture him. They were always the places and moods that you felt like captured his unique aura and voice. The day you finally saw him even in the shadows you couldn’t help but try your best to get it on paper. Truth is you’re as infatuated with him as he is with you, but he’d never guess that.

Now that you’re spending most days with him, it’s hard to hide the fact you’re drawing him. As odd as it sounds you just didn’t want to be seen as a creep for it. Your sketch book quickly filling up with all the sketches you’ve done of him, and you still don’t feel confident enough to show him one. Maybe, in time when you create a masterpiece as him as your muse will you finally show him, but until then, he’ll continue to be your secret muse.

#erik destler #erik poto #phantom of the opera #erik destler x reader #phantom of the opera x reader #phantom x reader #the phantom of the opera x reader #the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera fluff #erik deslter x reader #erik destler fluff #erik fluff

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lasciviouspoison · 9 months

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had to write this concept before i forgot it, lol. tw: toji! x chubby!reader, reader is mentioned to be bratty and submissive, use of pet names (mama, sugar, baby), breeding!, reader being cock drunk and toji is pussy drunk like a mf. per usual, i write with black women/woc in mind but all are welcome to read and enjoy. love ya!

toji fucks his pretty chubby bunny like there’s no tomorrow every. single. time.

now of course it took the two of you a bit of time to get comfortable with each other. and by the two of you, i mean you. at first, you were apprehensive to toji seeing you in a bra, much less completely nude!

but after a couple of months, the two of you grew to love each other and your guard completely crumbled to the ground. finally allowing toji to see you, whenever he wanted, however he wanted.

hence why now, it doesn’t matter the occasion, time, or place, when he can fuck you. but just how many times he can get u to cum before he does.

and right now, in your shared candle lit bedroom, he’s at a record number of three…

“jesus fucking christ baby, love it when you lemme fuck ya like this” toji says in between thrusts. there’s sweat beading at his hair line, causing his raven black hair to dampen ever so slightly.

mindless babbles and cries leave your lips as a response, causing him to chuckle and stroke you at a painfully slow pace.

“c’mon baby, talk ta me. lemme know how good i make ya feel.” he’s in your ear, but it feels like his voice is traveling all over you. at this point, you’re so delirious, it feels like he’s talking from inside your head.

“toji y’feel s’good. wanna do this f’rever” you say with a heavy tongue, glossy lips, and tears streaming down your face. if you’d have seen yourself right now, you would’ve ran away from him, but toji can only think to himself how beautiful you look right now.

beautiful hair splayed over the pillows in such a perfect way. your sleepy eyes looking up through those beautiful eye lashes. the perfect nose and full lips. silver jewelry all tangled from the movements, but he doesn’t care. how could he care when your body, that perfect and pliant body, is on display for him? so soft and pretty. smelling of vanilla, you’re like his own piece of heaven. one that he gets to build up and tear down each time you let him.

it’s why each time you let him fuck, he does it like he wants to put you through the mattress.

“forever huh? maybe you should quit that stupid job like i told ya. stay at home and sit pretty for me while i take care of ya. would ya like that mama? tell me sugar.” he’s baiting you, but you’re too cock drunk to care.

“yessss! yesyesyesyes! i’ll quit, i’ll do wha’ever toji jus please don’t stop” your eyes are crossing and your toes are curling. it’s quite shocking how toji can turn such a bratty girl like you into such a submissive and mailable mess.

but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“‘kay baby. i won’t stop. not gonna till i fill ‘er up. make ya a mama. oh! yer lil pussy must reallyyy like that idea, she tightened up on me, hehe” he says. but his strokes are getting sloppier by the second, so you know he’s close too.

without a second thought, toji sticks his thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck on it. he pulls it out with a ‘pop’ and rubs tiny circles on your clit. it makes your legs shake while you attempt to close them despite toji’s body being in the way.

he grabs your face with his other hand and kisses you deeply, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before entering your mouth. at this point, the two of you are moaning and whining into each others mouths like some horny teens.

it’s amazing how your neighbors haven’t complained about the noise yet.

toji removes his mouth from yours and buries his head in your neck, “gonna cum baby. want it inside?” his voice is gravely and his thrusts are getting harder by the second.

“yes toji! wan’ it inside me!” you manage to whine out.

didn’t have to tell him twice, “okay baby, g’nna give it to ya- ah- fuck! there ya go baby. there ya fuckin go. take it all”. he’s cumming so hard that his jaw locked, forcing him to talk through his teeth. his hands pry your legs open as far as they can go, trying to savor as much of you as he can before the sensitivity kills him.

you can feel the warmth from his cum shoot deep into you, which triggers your fourth orgasm of the night. the two of you are mindlessly grinding against each other while riding out your highs. toji making note to not drop his full weight onto you, but hold you close, which results in you being elevated slightly off the bed.

soon after, you can feel toji set you down gently and lay on top of you. hes stroking your hair and wiping your tears away until he hears you let out a loud breath.

“ya back with me mama?” voice laced with concern.

“m’okay now toji.” you say with a slightly shakey voice. your hand comes up to brush some of his hair out from in front of his eyes.

toji sits back on his knees, still inside you, and examines your face and upper body for any signs of him being too rough.

“was scared i hurt ya. i know i can get a lil too rough at times” he says while rubbing your boobs gently.

you let out a small laugh and adjust yourself on the bed, causing your hips to move back slightly on toji’s dick. he tries not to hiss at the feeling but his brain has turned to mush again and now all he can think about is how good you smell. “you’re never too rough toji. i’d tell you if you were”. you say with such a sweet and gentle smile, meanwhile toji feels like a fucking rabid animal.

and suddenly, he’s laying on top of you again, kissing and sucking on your neck. his hands have moved back down to your thighs where they’ve begun to push your legs back.

his head knocks into your jaw and he licks the side of your mouth. his body is burning hot and he’s running low on stamina, but he can’t help himself.

“good. cause m’still hard”.

#toji x reader #toji x chubby reader #toji x black y/n #toji x y/n #toji thirst #toji x black reader #daddy toji #need him to crack me open like some crab legs #toji makes the brain go brrrrrrr

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azurlily · 10 months

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Hello! May I ask for stalker/pervert yumeko x fem!reader (sfw And nsfw)

OH HO HO!! YES Y E S YESSSS!!! Sorry I haven't been active, mental health and all, but I'm doing somewhat better and this is one of the first I'm working on to get a good bit of stuff outta my drafts. This isn't all that dark, but I'm still giving a warning. Also(to anyone that actually reads these) this started stalkerish and developed into yandere territory. I apologize, but I couldn't help myself. CNC is briefly mentioned but not gone over.

Stalker!Yumeko Jabami x Fem!reader

Now, this is a somewhat unlikely situation. Yet, somehow, it still happened. So how did this even start, why is Yumeko following you home, why does she get all antsy when she cant be around you?

So many questions, so few answers. The only way to truly get Yumekos attention is to stand out. Not in a way she has already seen before, so there are few ways to do that.

You could have beaten her in a gamble, the higher the stakes the more interested she is. You could have possibly been a kind, and genuinely good person. People like that aren't seen as much at Hyakkaou, so it be someone she is very much interested in. Maybe you're a masochist and you lost to Yumeko, seeing you happy to lose would definitely turn her on and interest her...as long as you're not creepy like Midari.

Anyway, despite whatever peaked her interest about you...yeah you're hers now. So have fun. Yumeko is the last person you'd want to defy, I mean...have you met the girl? At first she isn't obvious about her recognition of you. No, she watches you, she even has others watch you for her. You, wether you're oblivious or not, will still notice odd behavior from those around you.

Maybe some of those ruder to you are nicer, maybe vice versa. It doesn't matter, you're going to realise at some point you're being tailed. When you do, that's when the icy hot hell that is Yumeko Jabami makes me debute to you. Or well second debute.

Before you learn all about her "nefarious" plans and she's still watching you creepily. She goes after you, in more ways than one. She watches you leave ethe bathroom, and go in. Yumeko just wants to make sure you're not being privately bullied...that's all.

She also follows you home, maybe she'll buy(just a reminder Yumeko is rich as hell) a car. One that looks like an everyday car, or an exact copy of one that lives near your house. You wouldn't suspect seeing your neighbors car right behind you...right?

Yumeko is fucking crazy, let's put that out there. I've more than likely said it once, but I'll say it again if needed. She. is. crazy. So after she's is caught stalking you, she wont lie. She'll tell you straight up, she's in love, well her idea of love. Her fucked up, disgusting idea of love. Yumeko is very blunt, she explains her intentions and what she wants. At least what she things she wants.

Whether you choose to date her or not essentially decides the outcome of your little interaction. Saying yes, immediately fucks you over, she no longer has to hide her stalker tendencies. Saying no, well she'll pretend she didn't hear it and the next day at school Yumeko announces your relationship.

She's also very touchy(yes, she's a pervert too) she likes putting her hand up your skirt and will smile. Yumeko likes to hig you from behind, why? Because that means she can touch your tits. Big or small, nonexistent or very obviously existant. She loves your chest, she love you, and therefore any and every part of you.

She likes to show you off, by that I mean she'll kiss and love on you while she's gambling. You just look so cute to her, shaking and looking away in embarrassment.

I feel like Yumeko as a stalker is giving her yandere tendencies, but toned down. She goes from stalker to the well known term: crazy girlfriend. She needs you round all the time, she cant gamble without you. She can't walk home without you, she hates leaving you.

You're her lucky charm, you make things better. She can talk about her sister, how she really feels. She doesn't always need to smile and act dopey. She can be anything without worry...and if you dislike something she cant just tie you up and have you miss a few school days...

Now, Yumeko is a less than savory person when you think about it. While she does her best to love you in every way she knows. It takes her a while, especially if you said no to dating her at first. She really cant help herself, she wants to show you things...but how can she trust you?

I'd say it takes months before she finally tells you everything, well everything that you didn't know. She trusts you to tell you hoe she really feels, hoe her fucked up mind decided you were her chosen protector.

Even if she was stalking you a lot to begin with. It was all in good faith, I mean look now. You two are inseparable, not that she let's you leave her, but that doesn't matter.

In her eyes, you're perfect, no matter the horrible things she's done. No matter how much she touches you in odd and somewhat disturbing ways. You don't leave, she'd die if you did. Yumeko Jabami, current heiress to the Jabami clan.

She has put so much effort into you, into helping you gamble, helping you with debt, helping you with class work. She cant leave you...and if she has to strike a deal for a student life plan. All to keep your with her. She will.

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD

Sex is something else with her. Yumeko being the person she is, I highly doubt she's a virgin. No, she's had her fair share of men and women. Learning that she was particularly interested in girls help in her decided what to do with her interest in you.

Yumeko knows how to work your body. She puts on the cutesy loving girlfriend act...then eats you until you're trying(and failing) to pull her head away. Yumeko loves oral so this just makes things all the more fun for her.

Now of course just because she favors orla doesn't mean she doesn't like other things. When you two start dating she no longer needs to watch you as you go home...no she can drive you home herself. And she can also make you ride a vibrator the entire ride.

Yumeko loves humiliation(especially the stalker/pervert version of her) the idea of you crying and shaking after you been riding a toy for hours. She's been laughing at the faces you make, the whines, she'll pull on your hair and call you a slut.

Maybe take a few pictures, she loves to look through them during class when she's bored.

Oh, but seeing you all needy in public riles her up too. You're horny in public, maybe at school? Bathroom. She'll fuck you in the stall and then take a picture so she can create and album of you in the future. She likes to write the exact date and time of your little game.

Going back to the humiliation thing, if you end up doing it in a school or public bathroom. Prepare yourself, she taunt and belittle you.

You'll be so shaken up from her fucking you though, you hear very little of what she's saying. Whether that is a blessing or a curse is entirely up to you.

If it wasn't already obvious, one of Yumekos universally favorite things to do is overstimulation. Seeing you beg for mercy(that you will not be getting) after 5 orgasms is the best thing to ever grace her ears. It's an intoxicating sound, keep making it. The more you beg for mercy the longer it'll take for her to even want to stop.

Yumeko is a dominant and sadistic person in general. That goes over to the bedroom too. We see Yumeko get horny off of gambling, so she most definitely does a small coin flip or some form of small gamble.

It could decided whose on top(even though in the end you'll be bent over her knee crying her name), maybe it decides what toys you use, maybe if you win the gamble Yumeko wont punish as hard...

"So good for me, my good girl! Aww, are those tears for me? Thank you, I'm glad you know you place, sweet girl!"

She likes to mix praise in with her degradation. Calling you a mixture of darling, baby, good girl, sweetie, sweet girl, my love, sweetheart, princess(her favorite), ect. She has an extremely large variety of words for you. In and out of bed.

Stalker!Yumeko most definitely has a consent non-consent kink. I am not interested in getting into that unless specifics asked. Do with that information what you will.

Anyway, Yumeko and cat ears are like the ocean and salt. You can't really have one without the other. While Yumeko uses her money to buy you expensive lingerie sets, she also buys you cute costumes.

Maid, puppy, kitty, ect. She will dress you up with dog ears and an anal plug tail, or cat ears and an anal plug cat tail. Maybe even a bunny suit...definitely a bunny suit. Yumeko will also dress up if you ask, anything you want.

If you like the idea of a cute bunny girl dominating you until you (s)cream... Yumeko can and will do everything to set that fantasy up.

Now aftercare with Yumeko is an interesting situation. At first she doesn't know what it is, no matter if she's been with men or women. Top or bottom. She's never understood why she needed to care for someone. Mainly because she never cared for the others like she does you.

Yumeko loves you, therefore she does research into aftercare. Mainly out of fear that you'll slip into sub drop. She does her best with food and comfortable clothes, a warm bath and good television. She knows that isn't all that's required though, she reminds herself that you need to reminded you're loved.

All in all(and I do genuinely believe this) Yumeko is a good lover. Stalker!ver or not. She does love you, Yumeko shows her love to those she cares about. It's different and sometimes weird, and sometimes it's completely stupid and makes her look dumb. She does understand things better than you'd think.

Hi I'm updating again. This is one of the many in my inbox, after I get down to a decent and not so overwhelming number I will begin to open my inbox(commissions will stayed closed. You can request like normal when I open requests again, I'd like to build a bigger platform before I do commissions.

If you want to be told exactly when this comes out I'm now willing to @ you. So just ask in the comments and I will add you for every post after this one.

#wlw #lesbian #yumeko x reader #fem reader #kakeguri yumeko #yumeko jabami #yumeko jabami x reader #im bad at this #women are hot #i cant write #kakegurui headcanons #kakegurui #kakegurui x y/n #i finally posted #its been months

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rius-cave · 2 months

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Angst. Angsty time.

What if Lilith came while Adam and Lucifer were just feeling around their relationship? She immediately notices that Adam likes Lucifer, that man can't hide anything, and uses this against him.

Lilith: You like Lucifer.

Adam: What?! Don't be ridiculous you cheating—

Lilith: Do you seriously think he likes you back?

Adam: I—

Lilith: It's pathetic really. I left you because you didn't satisfy me. He only uses you because you're easy. Now that I'm here, he has no use for you.

Adam:.....

Lilith: It's only a matter of time before he gets bored. I did.

Me when somebody writes Lilith like a bitch

Me: We don't know anything about Lilith, we don't know her personality, so I don't know how she would react to Adam and Lucifer together

Also me: YESSSS YESSSSSSSSSS THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WOULD SAY YES!!! THANK YOU!!!

#but real talk that would cut DEEP #more than alastor or whoever else #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #lilith #ask

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byuntrash101 · 10 months

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okay here are my thoughts: softdom!hongjoong finds out about you thinking his tattoos are hot so he decides to get more of them and every time he fucks while maintaining eye contact, you break your gaze to stare at his tattoos, finding the movement of ink on his skin fascinating

tags: gentle dom!joong, joong with tats (necessary warning), unprotected sex (don't try this at home), praising, pet names (baby, pretty, sweetheart), light teasing and begging, sweet love making </3, creampie

hongjoong knew you liked his tattoos but when he revealed the brand new and healed ink he got right under his chin he didn't expect he would take less then 10 minutes to get you all hot bothered, ready for him. patiently waiting for him on his bed.

he was hovering above you. his hands placed at each side of your face when on gently brushed over your heated cheek.

he rubs his tip against your folds, coating his lengh with your slick as your whimper from the friction and squirm, yearning for more. you haven't seen him in a hit minute since he's always working and you can't stand the teasing right now. You want him and you want him now.

"joongie~" you whine, shy eyes looking at him as heat rushes to your cheeks.

"yes pretty?' he asks, tone as innocent as could be but the sly smirk pulling at his lips gives him away. you squirm under him as he chuckles bringing his blazing hot tip to your clit, applying some pressure to the attention deprived bundle of nerves; which makes you stay still immediatly, afraid of losing friction.

"say what you want my sweetheart" hongjoong purs in your ear, eyes urging you to voice your demands.

"please joong I want y-aaah"' you say in one breath not even able to finish your sentence before your taunting boyfriend pushes himself inside you. the way you walls stretch around him has you pushing your head into the soft pillow, the pleasure ripping a dragged out moan out of your mouth.

your boyfriend knows you so well and you have been missing him so much that in a matter of minutes you find yourself flirting with the edge already.

and so of course he notices when your eyes slip from his own to focus in the brand new tattoo under his chin. you just can't help it. the way the art piece dances on his skin everytime his adam appel bobbles in his throat, the way it moves when he grunts and moans. it mesmerizes you. you have no choice but to look

as you moan and pant become louder hongjoong doesn't dare to peel his eyes off you for a second. he wants to see you coming undone around his cock, he wants to see you slipping into madness right under him, pledging yourself to him and him only forever until the end of time.

"like my new tattoo baby?" he teases again, knowing damn well the answer.

but your mind is too far gone to play coy again.

"yesss" you say throught gritted teeth, pleasure rising again as he acknowledged you.

"such a good girl for me" he says bringing one of his hands to draw tight circles on your swollen and eager clit. immediately you arche your back, pushing your hips further into him.

"please joong i'm almost there" you cry.

"want me to get more?" he says disregarding your last sentence.

At this point you can only nod frantically as you clench around him tighter then ever, fisting the sheets at each side of your face.

"how about next time i'll get your name tattooed? huh? you'd like that?"

"yessss" you whine, closer than ever, completely losing your sanity at the idea of having your name forever imprinted on your boyfriend's perfect skin. "pleasee joongie"

"cum. cum for me baby" he grants you.

you didn't need more to come undone around him and at the end of his expert fingers. he brought you to delirous summits as you shuddered under him and your walls flutered around him eventually taking him with you as your strong grip tipped him over the edge, delivering copious amount of burning hot cum inside you, your name hanging from swollen lips.

he rolled next to you careful to keep himself locked deep inside of you, his inked arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into his warm embrace.

"i'll make an appointment with the tattoo artist tomorrow"

#hongjoong smut #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong hard hours #hongjoong hard thoughts

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micia-posts-stuff · 1 month

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Spoilers for Spy x Family chapter 96

(Part 2) Now let's talk about the dance and the thing.

Damian blushing hard is always funny and adorable, look at him! The poor boy doesn't know what to do with all these feelings! Also it's interesting that we get yet another instant of Anya shivering when she perceives his feelings towards her. We saw it happen first very early on, in the chapter where she had to apologize for punching him, and we saw it recently in chapter 88 when they were in Henderson's office. It's a recurring thing at this point, wich makes me think she'll understand what it is in the future, not any time soon, but for now she still perceives that something is there.

This is so cute, the boy is having a whole flashback to them holding hands (there is also the light novel but it's not included in the events of the manga sadly). He was so nervous of being so near her and holding hands, he wants to dance with her but he's also totally panicked, so precious!!!

Yesss goofy dancing!

THIS PANEL ALSO KILLED ME. I'm double dead!

Look at his expression!!!!! The little smile when he thinks of Anya's family! The yearning for something similar and the hint of sadness because he knows he can't have it. SOMEONE GIVE THIS KID A HUG. HE'S SO SAD. And the way he opens up to her! Like tell me they're not friends! Tell me he would say that to anyone! You can't! This closeness they have, even tho it's unconventional, it's so important to him. This is very similar to the scene after the bus hijacking. Anya has officially been established as someone he opens up to. Even though he still thinks Anya is after his family (and he's right), he also understand there is something different from other people. And even after he denies what he just said telling her "he totally wins because he learned from a pro" Anya understands he was being sincere before and that was just a way to cover up how he really feels. And it would have been sooo easy for Endo to just make her be angry at that comment, but he didn't and I'm so happy, because this moment is very important. Because it's an honest moment between them, where they really open up to each other, wich bring us to...

Listen. Being a Damianya shipper, I was obviously looking forward to this chapter. But no amount of hype could have prepared me for THIS. I'd never have imagined we would get one of THE reveals, but I'm totally here for it. First of all I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE HIM YESSSS

Second the fact that happened not only during their dance BUT DURING THE CASQUÈ, chef kiss, straight out of of fanon, amazing, incredibile, show-stopping. (Also on a two pages panel!!!!!)

Third and most important, the fact that it happened. As people pointed out this doesn't help Anya's mission in the slightest, in fact it puts it in danger. Anya has tried to hide this secret from anyone. But NOW she tells HIM. This is not a high stake moment, a moment where she confesses out of necessity. No, she tells him now because she saw he was being honest with her, because he was showing her his feelings, because he really touched her. And she told HIM because she knows he would be able to understand her, because she saw through his facade. She has been starting to see how similar they are a while ago, but it was highlighted particularly during the bus hijacking. Not only, as underlined in the quiz, they both love their fathers and are doing everything to impress them and for them to love them, but she also can relate to his loneliness, because of her life before the Forger family. When he said "your family...sounds nice" She saw in him the same thing she felt back then. That's why she decided to tell him, because she knows he won't reject her, like she's afraid other people would. And in these months she was also able to see his true self underneath the facade and yes they always end up fighting, but she is clever enough to recognize his sincerity when it really matters. She has learned to know him and decided to trust him with her biggest secret.

And Damian obviously doesn't believe her ahah. I mean I don't think anyone was expecting otherwise, it's only logical. BUT a couple of things. First of all the first expression he made, he maybe didn't believed her after thinking it over, but for a moment the thought was there, the suspicion has definitely been planted in his head. Second, this wasn't just a slip-up by Anya, it may have come out naturally in the moment, but she definitely ment to tell him. If it was a slip-up she could have easily played along with Damian and say something like "yeah I was joking, it was a line from my cartoons" But no she doubled down! She got angry that he didn't believed her and called her dummy, she definitely wants him to know! This is important because from now on she can act with the notion that she told Damian. Like if she needs him to know that someone thought about something, she can tell him! Even if he doesn't believe it, she told him already so it's just a matter of having him trust her. I don't know if she'll try to convince him or if something will come up later where they'll need to work together using her mind reading abilities, but I hope he'll believe her sooner rather than later because it would be so interesting! Imagine all the shenanigans they can go through together if he knows of her mind reading abilities! Imagine the struggle of hiding his crush once Damian finally admits his feelings to himself! It would be such a cool dynamic! I do understand Spy x family has the tendency to always return to the status quo and that's fine, it's a slow burn, but now something major has ctually happened! It would be kinda lame for this massive thing to change nothing about the story and be swept under the rug. Like it's fine if some little moments don't change things too much but this is THE MIND POWERS REVEAL! It needs to have an impact.

Now I'm really interested in seeing their povs. I want to see if Anya will regret telling him, since she was so worried that people might discover her powers. Maybe this could finally lead into Anya's backstory. And I really really want Damian's pov, because as soon as we see him seriously thinking about it he will have to realize it's true. He already had his suspicions and there are not many other explanations about the knowledge Anya has. Plus if he doesn't realize it now based on the past, he'll have to realize it in the future when Anya relies a bit too much on her powers, wich is something that happens fairly often. Like if something like old maid happens again, there's no way he won't think about what she told him.

And last but not least

Endo usually uses these little boxes to show us the actual progress of the mission. He has put friendship to ??? before, so he could have left it ambiguous if he wanted to, but he didn't. He confirmed this was an important progress in their friendship, despite Damian not believing her and them arguing at the end. Wich makes me a bit more hopeful that something will come from this.

#Damianya #Damian Desmond #Anya Forger #spy x family spoilers #spy x family #sxf #sxf 96 #sxf spoilers

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bugs1nmybrain · 8 months

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YESSSS PLSSSS l x reader smut 🙏 maybe they work together or smth and it gets a little frisky??

Admittedly, I don't know the logistics of being a detective outside of Death Note and crime documentaries, and I can't picture my self in that occupation. However, I like thinking of the idea of L and the reader sitting alongside in each other's company while he works on his cases via his computer, and the reader working on something else such as college homework. So I'll work with that ;).

Distraction

Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings: Heteronormative sex and relationship, L uses pet names like "my love" and "darling," desk sex, established relationship, reader is neurodivergent-coded, reader is a college student, reader is heavier than L, nipple/breast play, L uses clinical terms during sex, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected sex

L could not for the life of him keep his eyes off of you.

He was slightly confused, considering that today wasn't different from any other day. You sat next to him on your computer, doing work for your classes, and he worked on his cases, at least anything that wouldn't expose too much information around you.

Maybe it was that ridiculous wet dream he had of you last night. L doesn't sleep nearly as much as others. Not only did he see it as a wedge in his schedule, but his dreams sometimes distracted him because of his analytical perspective on everything. Sometimes he dreamt of his parents, sometimes about the cruelty of his job, and other times...you.

You weren't helping the situation. Of course you had to choose to wear a very form fitting outfit today. L almost had an issue with how revealing your outfit was, but he knew he shouldn't dictate things like that. But if anyone else looked at you the way he was right now, he wouldn't be happy.

Your shirt practically hugged your torso, giving L a perfect view of the shape of your breasts. Your shorts were also, indeed, short, showing off your gorgeous thighs and their beautiful complexion.

It wasn't only your body, though. L wasn't that shallow. It was also the cutest expression you made while you focused on your homework. How you'd scrunch your face when you didn't quite understand something. Your hair fell in your face and you'd tuck it behind to see your notes better, but then it would just fall back in your face. Even the way you sipped on your drink was turning him on. He felt animalistic.

L wasn't the type to get lost in temptation like this. Sure he indulged in any sweets he wished without the consideration of the toll it would take on his body. And yes, he'd take some almost impulsive, bold decisions when he was determined to take a step further in an investigation. Perhaps he was someone who was swayed by temptation, now that he thought about it.

"L?"

Oh god. Now your voice.

"What is it, love?"

The most insignificant terms of endearment always made you blush or giggle. And it was adorable to him.

"I..um..I'm having a bit of trouble with this part of my homework. Would it..? I don't mean to pry for answers, but-"

"No need to apologize. What is it you're confused about?"

L took this opportunity to move his rolling chair directly next to yours. He leaned over your shoulder, peaking at the laptop in front of you. Lucky for him, he now had a wonderful view of your breasts.

You perked up at his close proximity, and L could've sworn he saw you squirm a bit.

"I'm having trouble with using Excel for the Goodness-of-fit test (you were taking a Statistics class). I checked my data and it's all correct so I'm really confused why my answers aren't coming out right."

L took a look at your screen and in a matter of two seconds knew what was wrong, "You have to round up your expected values to the closest whole integer. It should come out right if you do that."

You smiled beamingly and returned with a, "thank you."

"Of course, darling." L leaned in to kiss your cheek, eliciting a bright smile and blush. You were avoiding eye contact with him, but he knew that was your signal of enjoying his affection. L noticed early on that you were easily charmed by displays of affection, whether that be words of endearment or physical affection. L was not one for touching anyone before you. He had begun to learn how touch-starved he also was when you two had begun your relationship.

The look on your face and your body language was enough to make him hard. Your reactions are what got him the most.

L brought his hand to stroke your hair around your neck gently, making you tingle under his touch.

"Do you have anything else planned for the day?"

"Not really. This is the last bit of homework I have for the day. I don't know what I want to do after that."

"Mm.." L leaned closer, and wrapped his arms around your waist (as much as he could manage with you being in a chair).

You laughed playfully yet again but leaned into his touch. L took it upon himself to make a move, having an inclination that you wanted him to be more affectionate with you. He gently kisses the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and a delightful hum from you.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" L teases.

You laugh and blush at his compliment, "You must be lying."

"Not at all. The truth is, you're gorgeous. I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes off of you today because of your beauty and charm."

"I noticed."

Of course you did. You were an observant person, which is something L admired about you. Though maybe it wasn't too hard to tell, for he hadn't necessarily been sneaky with his glances at you.

"Does it make you nervous when I look at you like this?" L probes.

"No. Well, I feel a little embarrassed, but I'm not uncomfortable by you."

"There's no need to be embarrassed, I'm merely admiring how adorable you are. I don't want you to feel self conscious."

But deep down, L found your shyness cute and he often took advantage of it. L begins trailing soft kisses along your neck as he held you.

"Mmfmm."

Your voice was going to drive him crazy. If you two weren't in separate chairs right now, you would be able to feel L's prominent erection through his pants. L moves his hands from your waist to the sides of your arms, touching them in a feather-like motion in an attempt to make you feel just as aroused as he is. You sigh desperately at his loving affection.

"You're distracting me from my homework..," you say playfully.

"Good. You've been distracting me all day," L retorts.

An instinctive breathy laugh comes out from you but quickly turns into a pleasured yearn. L takes this as an invitation to turn your chair around.

"Sit in my lap."

"Um..."

"I don't want to hear the excuse that you're too heavy. I insist."

L's look of lust and need makes it apparent that he's aching for this. You oblige his request and rest yourself on his lap, trying not to put your whole weight down. L places his hands on your hips, though, and pulls you down. You underestimated his strength sometimes, because of how light he is.

L initiates a deep, romantic, and passionate kiss. His lips embrace yours tenderly, yet full of yearning. You grind your hips along his crotch, feeling his very obvious boner, which causes a spike of arousal in your pussy.

The kisses between the two of you quickly become much more heated. L slips his tongue to search for an entrance, and you allow him to explore yours as he gropes your breasts, though not too rough. L was a very meticulous lover and not very aggressive. No one would've been able to tell that he's a very tender, sweet, and loving boy. He only let you see that side of him.

He tweaks your left nipple through your shirt, causing a surprisingly powerful response from you. Sounds of pleasure exit your mouth and you hold onto your boyfriend close for comfort. He continues to run his thumb along your sensitive bud, and makes sure to begin to give the other just as much attention.

"Aaahh~"

"Hmm..does this feel good, my love?"

"Y-yes.." you whine.

L continues his treatment as he kisses you. He then removes his hands, which makes you somewhat disappointed, but he proceeds to pull your shirt over your head. He looks at you unapologetically and is unable to help raising his pointer finger to his lip as he gandered at you. You were so beautiful, so perfect for him. Just for him.

His face was dusted a light pink, evident that he was aroused. Though, the continuously growing and grinding of his boner made that much more obvious. L continues to care for your tits, leaning in to suck on your right nipple as he played with your left with his finger. The reactions you gave him was enough to make him go absolutely mad.

You gasp and moan, a bit embarrassed by his fixation on your chest, though it wasn't exactly a bother. It felt very good, as you were quite sensitive there.

You tug at the back of L's shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. He removes his latch on your breasts and allows you to take it off. He shuddered a bit at the cold air against his bare skin, but when you press your own nude torso against his, he feels a sense of warmth and comfort.

The kisses continue, and you begin rocking your pussy on L's groin, causing a grunt to exhale from his mouth. Your crotch moves directly up his shaft from what you can tell through the fabric, and L's hold on you tightens. You lower your head to kiss the nape of his neck, teasing up to the most sensitive spot that you're aware of.

"Ah..Y/N...."

"Mmm," you hum against the kiss on his neck as you simultaneously tease his bulge.

"Y/N..it hurts.."

You look up, scared that you did something wrong.

"What does?"

"My..my penis. It aches, I want it out." L sounds entirely desperate at this point, as his words are becoming jumbled. It made you so horny that you were allowed the privilege of observing him in this manner.

You raise yourself from his lap, which draws out a whine from L, that indicates his need for you. You lower yourself down on your knees in front of him. You realize that the chair he is in is too tall for you to do anything, so you crank the setting so that the chair lowers. When it does you unbutton L's pants and drag them off of him. All that remained was his underwear, that had a wet spot forming along the tip of his cock. It looked so tight around his boxers that you were sure it was somehow painful.

Wrapping your fingers around the hem of his underwear, you pull them down and watch as his cock springs out. It was a little funny, but you held back the laugh in case it made him insecure. You take his pretty cock in your hands and begin stroking it.

"Aah..love.."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes..but, please, I...I need you."

"Hm?"

"I know what you want to do to me but...I need you. To be inside of you. If you do that, I'll cum too fast and won't be able to penetrate you later."

"I thought I'd help you out with my mouth."

"I know, darling, but I can't wait."

You smile, flattered by his desire for you. You supposed a blowjob would have to wait for another time. Standing up, you leaned closer to kiss him again, and he practically pulled you into his embrace. While he cups your face with one hand, he finds his way to the button of your shorts with only his one hand. He was skilled like that. L pulls your shorts down your legs and is taken aback by how wet you were. He couldn't bare to not touch you.

His diligent fingers grazed your pussy, teasing it in a back-and-forth manner, causing you to whimper. He circled two fingers around your clit lightly, drawing the most pretty sounds from you. His cock was leaking from how seductive you were. Arching your back for him, pushing your pussy into his touch to encourage him to be rougher. He then stands up to place you on top of his desk, and he knelt before you.

L passionately places kisses along your inner thighs and proceeds to the outer labia of your pussy, neglecting your starving clitoris.

"L...please.."

"What's that, love?"

"Please..my.."

"Your what?"

URG. He was such a tease, and he most certainly did it on purpose.

"Please, my clit," you whine desperately.

"Of course, love. Who am I to deny you of that?"

Then, just as you had wanted, L wraps his tongue and lips around your clitoris and sucks it with eagerness. He was so perfect at what he did. L knew all of your sensitive spots, and how to touch you in such a way that makes you absolutely crazy. Your clit continues to be pulled by L's skilled lips, and he proceeds to flick his tongue up and down it.

"AaAH!"

"That's it baby, make all the sounds you need to."

L attacks your clit with his mouth some more, and his gentle demeanor dissolves as he doesn't hesitate to bring you to complete ecstasy. He was determined to make you cum all over his face. His sucks and licks become aggressive, almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. You weren't going to last much longer.

"L-I'm.."

"I know, love. You can do it for me, I know you can."

"MMfmH! Aaa~" and in a matter of 3 seconds, you clit spasms and slick fluid gushes out of your pussy, drenching L's face in your cum. Both of your breaths are heavy, and L briefly observes your pussy twitching. He reaches over to his pants and wipes your arousal off of his face.

L hovers above you, looking you in the eyes, to which you avert your gaze. It isn't that you didn't love looking at him, you were just bad with eye contact. He gently tilts your face to look at him, not so much as to force you to look at him, but because he wanted to see your facial expressions.

"I want you, Y/N..I want to fuck you so bad."

"You can. I want you to.."

He kisses the side of your neck and grabs your thighs to lift your legs, giving him full access to your pussy. He lines himself up to your entrance and sinks himself inside. The both of you are immediately struck with pleasure at the contact.

L thrusts at a moderate pace, making sure he figures out the perfect angle to hit your g-spot. It doesn't take him long at all, as you are moaning in complete pleasure, causing him to become entirely engrossed in arousal. L can't help but to quicken his pace, fucking you passionately as he kisses you. He watches your face intently, discerning what makes you quiver the most, but also just for his own personal amusement.

Seeing you like this. Completely cocksick for him and needy. Your warm, wet, soft, and tight walls drive him beyond enjoyment. Your face as he thrusts in you perfectly, the way you furrow your eyebrows and part your lips is so alluring and beautiful. It makes him addicted to you.

"I love you.." L mumbles.

You grip your arms around his shoulders and allow him to thrust deeper. "I love you too."

L holds you tight, fucking you carnally. Right now, he needs to cum inside of you, to claim you as his own lover. No one else but him can feel how gooey you are and see how vulnerable you become from his attention.

Your tight walls clench and he knows that he's not going to last much longer. He can feel the initiation of an orgasm coming, and he buries his face into your neck.

"Y/N...I'm going to cum.."

"Cum in me.."

You didn't have to tell him twice. With a few more fast thrusts, L finishes by bucking inside of you and cumming deep in you. Surely his seed was entering your womb. It's a good thing you're on birth control.

"Awh..darling, you're.."L's breath is heavy, "you're perfect. I love you so much."

"I love you..I love you more than I could ever tell you."

"Is that so?" L teases.

"Yes," you giggle.

"Hm..well, perhaps we should clean up. I'm sure Watari isn't going to want to take care of all of this."

"Yea, haha. You're right."

L kisses your forehead tenderly, and you both get dressed and clean up the mess you two made.

Lucky for L, he got just what he wanted.

#l lawliet smut #l lawliet #l lawliet x reader

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charlottan · 3 months

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The forcefem posting has been weirdly affirming for me as, despite having my egg cracked by an ex who was into it, I've long felt it wasn't okay for me to still be into it after I transed my gender. Like I was somehow proving the bigots who claimed we were all just fetishists right.

It was the only "safe" way to explore my gender at the time, I wouldn't have figured it out otherwise!

Unfortunately, you can't remove a kink once it's set. It doesn't matter if it served its purpose, so to speak, and yeah, it doesn't make a lot of sense to forcefem someone who is already fem-- it is still hot!

And having now seen it positively talked about by other transfems-- I know that's okay!

yessss you can do whatever you want forever<333 very happy to have helped you with this. forcefem is so so cool and awesome and great forever! dont worry about the bigots

#asks

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kaciidubs · 2 months

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aaaah yessss, virgin!jeongin was such a nice little adventure in brainrot!

got me thinking about virgin!ot8 — like, the off chance that any one of them was not as experienced as they led stay to believe.

because i am ALWAYS in my seungmin feels, i am locked on to the concept of this teasing, smirking man actually being a complete virgin and his bravado is just a defense mechanism so no one knows 😈

Just answering this now [but it feels so much more fitting]-

I need this but with Chris, Hyunjin, and Minho, and here's why;

Chris, because we've all seen his bubble messages, he's perfect for the man who knows how to say all the right things with that dimpled smile, just to find out those words truly were just things he'd learn to repeat over time, and he hadn't actually experienced the true meaning/feeling behind them yet.

Hyunjin, who is easily seen as the image of Adonis, an undeniable face card and body that compels even the most restrained of people - even his dance moves alone can have you clutching your pearls!! However, those lithe hips and body rolls have only been used on the stage and stage alone, but unlike the eldest, he isn't shy about his lack of experience or the sharp contrast between his reality and his persona.

Minho, always talks big game no matter what, he's not ashamed, and he's not going to hide the fact that sure, maybe he hasn't had action yet, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop being the world's biggest tease - he'll say the filthiest words in your ear with burning red ears, every day of the week.

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ lovely skz elle #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #bang chan hard thoughts #hwang hyunjin hard thoughts #lee minho hard thoughts

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xoxo-sarah · 7 months

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Hi Sarah! First I wanted to say love the theme of your page rn it's so cute!

Secondly I wanted to ask if you could write a Robin Buckley x reader fic where reader is bestfriends with Chrissy and they're arguing about if Robin likes girls or not. (Chrissy thinks so, reader does not.) Chrissys like "bet I'm gonna prove it to you," and readers like "ok whatever." Later that night at the game, Chrissy turns around and winks at Robin, she loses her shit over it! Shes blushing and everything. Reader sees this, and is like wtf did I just witness? After the game, Chrissy and reader are heading to a party and reader is pouting and avoiding eye contact with Chrissy when she asks about it at first readers like I'm fine but when chrissy pushes she says she didn't think chrissy would actually prove it and now she thinks Robin's gonna be in love with Chrissy now, Chrissy has seen Robin look at reader the same way many times so she just laughs and teases Reader about her being jealous. When they get to the party, Chrissy tells reader this is her chance since she knows she likes girls, so reader finds Robin and spends the whole party with her, Robin ends up getting drunk and calls reader her girlfriend, reader panics and decides it's time to go home but she cant leave Robin so Chrissy drops them off at readers house and reader decides to tell Robin how she feels another time.

Sorry i know this request is long so feel free to change it but I saw a pinterest post, and made me think of the first part (everything before the party)! Thank you :)

Maybe another time

↝a/n: thank you! I really enjoyed this theme as well. And thank you for requesting.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝ Warning: partying, underage drinking, alcohol, pinning, jealousy (?), Angst?, Not proofread

↝⎙ 10.9.23

"She doesn't!"

"How do you know?!"

This argument has been going on for 20 minutes now. It was back and forth, one trying to make the other realize and the other being too stubborn. In reality, they were supposed to be rushing to get ready for the game. Both of them have been too busy trying to prove that they were right, that neither of them were fully dressed in the cheerleading uniforms.

"Whatever," Chrissy continued to fix her hair in the bathroom mirror, catching your scolding eyes. The green ribbons make her makeup pop. "So what if she likes girls-which she clearly does- or not? It wouldn't hurt to find out for yourself. Ask her."

"Chrissy, you can't just go up to someone and ask stuff like that. "

She turned, looking at you with a thoughtful look in her eyes, until her lip quirked up, her eyes now holding a mischievous tint.

"Fine, I'll figure it out for you. If I'm wrong, then I'll be the one who looks like a fool."

"What are you going to do?" The school-colored sock slapped against your calf as you let go of it, confused by your best friend.

"You'll see after we win this game."

Without another word, she turned back, poking and prodding at the blush smeared on her cheeks.

"Only if we win." You sighed.

"Fine."

You quickly made your way to her, "Wait, no. It doesn't matter that much, you can't just-"

"I'm going to prove it. Robin Buckley likes girls, specifically you."

"No she doesn't."

"Yes, she does."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yessss." She singsonged.

"Okay, whatever."

Oh, here we go again.

You stared at the scoreboard. As of right now, it was tied. The cheers seemed to of come to a halt as Jason passed the ball to one of his teammates. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. The other teamed tried to guard, but the ball flew through the air, straight into another guy's hands. The guy was quick to throw it at the hoop. It bounced off the backboard, swiveling around the ring, before falling down into the net.

Everyone broke out in cheers. Your fellow cheerleaders raddled their pom-poms, celebrating the winning team.

You turned, seeing Chrissy turn towards the stands. Before you could stop her, he was winking up at Robin.

First, Robin had smiled at Chrissy, seeing that she was looking at her. But as Chrissy winked, Robin gawked, quick looking around her. She shyly pointed at herself, cheeks ablaze in a deep red. Chrissy nodded, watching how it affected the poor girl. As Robin looked down, flushed, Chrissy turned back around, catching your eye. You looked away, eyebrows furrowed.

Chrissy stared at you as you two sat in the back seat of Marci, another cheerleader's car. The car had 3 rows, and you two were pushed to the very back, away from the high-pitched squealing.

"What is it?"

You looked away from the window, blankly looking at her. "What?" You ask.

"What is up with you? You've been quiet the whole ride."

"I'm fine." You just wanted to drop it.

"No, you're not. We won, why aren't you happy?"

"Why did you pull that little stunt?"

She stared at you for a moment. " Are you jealous?"

"No!" You lowered your voice, "No, I'm not jealous. That would be stupid."

It would be stupid. You know what else would be stupid? Robin thinking about that stunt and considering it more than your friend trying to prove a point. What if Robin starts thinking about Chrissy? Of course that would happen.

She nodded, still staring, "Yeah, so stupid." There wasn't a reason for you to be jealous. Not only did Chrissy have a boyfriend, she had seen the way Robin looks at you. Once, she had caught Robin staring at you after you had gotten all dolled up for a different game. Robin had looked at you with such adoration. There was no doubt in Chrissy's mind that Robin was fond of you.

The party wasn't anything special. It was the same as every other celebration. The parents of some kid were out of town, and what else was the kid supposed to do? Be responsible? No, of course not.

Sweat mixed with alcohol and weed wasn't a fun thing to experience.

From your seat on the stairs, your finger followed the ring of the cup that held a plain coke. Chrissy hummed the song that was raddling the house. She looked around, nearly jumping out of her skin as hands reached around her, hauling her down the steps. She giggled as she heard Jason's laugh. He kissed as her neck before acknowledging you.

"Find you know who. Have fun!" Was all she said before he dragged her off into the sea of people.

Sighing, you looked around.

It was easy to find Robin. She stood in the corner, talking to only a few people. You're pretty sure they're also in band.

Honestly, you doubt Robin or her friends would be here if the basketball team didn't just about threaten everyone to be here.

Maybe getting just coke was a bad idea. Liquid courage is what you need as you stand up, dodging people making their way up the stairs. You wiggled your way through the crowd, trying to hype yourself up.

Before you knew it, you stood in front of Robin, posture all weird looking. Her friends noticed you first. They smiled over Robin's shoulder, slightly waving. Robin noticed, turning around. The conversation died as her face dropped a little. "Hey. Y/n, right?"

"Ye-yeah."

Oh God. Let the floor swallow you whole right this instant. This was a bad idea. A terrible one, actually. Why did you even come over here? What were you thinking? This was stupid. You should turn around and walk straight out of the party, maybe even into traffi-

"Wanna go somewhere more quiet? I'm about to lose my hearing." Robin smiled, excusing herself from her friends. She began walking towards the kitchen, where the drinks were. Surprisingly, there were few people in there, and they didn't even seem to acknowledge you two.

Not one of you had said a word, standing in silence, waiting for the other to finally talk. What were you supposed to talk about?

"Did you see the guy's face when he made the shot?"

You thought back to the game, smiling as you remembered how the guy's face screwed up in itself, eyebrows scrunched, eye's squinting, lips pursed, and cheeks reddened from the play. You had to be there to actually see how funny it looked.

"He makes the same face every time."

Robin chuckled, "Yeah. Or when they lose and his whole face gets as red a tomato. The first time I saw it, I thought his head was about to explode."

A laugh was heard near the drinks. The same guy you two were talking about stood, refilling his cup. He chuckled, bringing his cup to his lips. "Who?"

Eyes wide, Robin shrugged. "Don't know his name."

"Sounds like a loser." You had to purse your lips from laughing. His cheeks were already rosy from the alcohol.

As he walked away, Robin slowly turned back around. As soon as you two locked eyes, you lost it. You both doubled over in laughter.

The night carried on for what felt like just a few minutes. You and Robin were chatting away. It was around midnight when people started leaving or falling asleep wherever they pleased. "It's getting late." You stated, not really wanting to leave her and end the conversation that flowed so naturally, but you needed to get home.

Robin took another sip, slurring something you couldn't understand.

Someone bumped into your shoulder, trying to get into the fridge. You dismissed them as they went to apologize.

"Sor-"

"Hey! Watch it! That's my girlfriend, you dick!" You and the random person stared at her outburst. Robin didn't seem phased, sipping away at her cup that was beyond empty. The person shrugged it off. She was just another drunk teenager in the hundreds of others.

You took the cup away from her, throwing it in a random trash bag someone sat down. "What did you just say?"

You put your hand out as she began to fall over, even with the counter being behind her. "What?" She slurred, "my girlfriend?"

"Yeah?"

She didn't answer and started playing with your shirt, finding the fabric fascinating.

You were quick to find Chrissy and tell her you wanted to go. Robin stayed on your arm the whole way. Chrissy got Jason to drop you both off at your house. Robin had complained about going home drunk, and you didn't want her to get yelled at or in trouble.

As you stumbled into your house, you led her towards your room. She looked through your room as you got dressed in the bathroom. As you opened the door, she looked at you, just stared. She continued to stare at you until you moved, grabbing a pillow and blanket off your bed and making a comfortable pallet on the floor.

Robin was quick to get under the blanket and relish in the warmth. "Goodnight, y/n."

You sighed, staring into the wall as you laid on your side, looking away from the bed. "Night, Robin."

Did she mean anything by it? What would sober Robin think of calling you her girlfriend? This isn't fair. Why did feelings have to be so hard.

She would remember it enough tomorrow to not make it even weirder if you ask about it, right? Hopefully. Tomorrow, it'll be the day you ask her about her feelings. Of the next day-or the next. Who knows? Tomorrow, for sure. Or…maybe another time. Any other time but now.

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saw this tweet and my brain immediately thought of your characterization geto……..

YESSSS honestly, to me, geto is just the perfect character for the whole slowburn, fated lovers narrative!! he's so patient when it comes to love, treats it as something so delicate and if he loves someone i truly believe he sees them as someone worth waiting (and fighting) for, no matter what! what if he meets you when he's still so young he can hardly grasp the meaning of what it is that he's feeling. he sees you sitting lonely on a swing one afternoon, kicking your little legs in an attempt to get it to move but failing miserably, you're alone and you ask him if he can help you, if he'll push you and you promise to push him too, afterwards. he falls in love with your laugh first, your braids are dancing in the air and you only laugh harder the higher you get. he's only a child and he's made aware of just that because his arms are too thin, too weak and they're hurting so bad yet still he makes an effort to push through the pain, to keep on pushing you even though his arms are starting to give out on him because he wishes to keep on hearing you laugh, even if his arms fall off as a consequence. you never fullfill your promise to him, however, because your mom eventually arrives and drags you home by the arm despite all your protests. it's okay, he thinks - you'll return. he's twelve at the time and when he arrives back home his mother is setting the dinner table and he runs up to her to help her carry the heavy platter in her hands, she tries to shoo him away but his small hands still reach for the platter anyways "i need to get stronger, you know?".

the next day, he returns to the park but you're not there. he visits the place every day for a whole year yet you never show up and he gives up. he doesn't hear anything from you for the next ten years until he moves to tokyo and spots you sitting on a coffee shop with your friends and you still have that same childish laugh that makes him melt, that distinct sound - so lively and pure, like that of a little girl he met years ago and fell in love with as a boy. that beautiful, cherubic sound which reminds him of how rotten and tainted he has become throughout the years, the innocence of the boy he once was, the boy he had been with you, left behind. much has changed yet, still, he watches you though the window as you get up and leave, waving goodbye to your friends and walking towards the nearby empty playground before taking the vacant seat on the swing, typing away in your phone and to him, suddenly, it is a if nothing has changed, and it fills him with courage. he gets up and he exits the coffee shop but not before leaving a couple bills on his table to cover the breakfast expenses. his feet are carrying him in your direction, he's not thinking much, just allowing them to lead the way as if they've gained a will of their own.

"i'm still waiting on you to follow through on your promise from back then."

you look up from your phone and take in the image of the mysterious man seated on the swing next to you - tall and handsome, so self assured in the way in which he speaks, a strinkingly enticing demeanor as he smiles gently at you, almost as if he has known you for years. its a particularly chilly day and he brushes away a few strands of hair that are blown out of place by a gust of wind and suddenly, it clicks. he still has that long silky, lovely dark hair that'd you'd been so envious of as a little girl, it'd been strangely long at the time and you had teased him about it, saying he looked like a girl as you weaved it into two braids while he blushed shyly, bashful at your words - and gesture. he'd been smaller at the time, thinner and his hair, that even though didn't reach past his scrawny shoulders, seemed to swallow his entire frame. he had looked awkward. but he's twenty-two now, almost twenty three (it's december. february is only two months away, you remember.) and though his hair has long since grown past his shoulders and is longer that ever before, he wears it well, suits him and it makes him look so handsome, somehow manly even, more mature. he's become strong, too, you conclude as you let your eyes roam over his figure, his features sharper, shoulders broader and muscles bulkier and noticeable even under the loose material of the long sleeve shirt he's wearing. he's certainly not the boy you had met all those years ago anymore still, you've made a promise to him, one you must uphold.

you only smile and move to stand behind him on the swing, your hands on his back as he braces himself for the ride. and maybe he doesn't really believe in fate but you make him want to believe in it - that he's meant for you and you're meant for him. he wants to believe you were put on this earth for him and him alone, why else would he cross paths with you after such a long time, if not for you to fulfill the promise you'd made to him? you're bound to be, no matter what you'd always find each other. there's nobody else for him but you.

#it actually made me so happy that this tweet reminded you of my geto T-T i'm flattered. that's so cute.#ideally my life wouldn't be so busy right now and i'd write this properly. IDEALLY I'D BE FINISHING ALL OF MY DRAFTS. i miss writing sm #i've been so quiet lately but i promise im working (as in thinking instead of writing....) on my geto fics on my drafts..#geto #geto x reader

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