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creation-kpop · 10 months
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★  。 ࣪ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮
★  。 ࣪ 𝓜𝓞𝓓𝓑𝓞𝓐𝓡𝓓 𝓝𝓐𝓩𝓔𝓞𝓝
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sunniewr · 9 months
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ꗛִ⠀꯭ֹ⠀꯭🦢᭄𝅄⠀ׁ❛ֺ͜ㅤֺ﹟⃞ㅤׅ⃡ᥲ⃯𝔣ִ𝗍͟ᥱ𝗋 ♥︎ ׄ ֶ֢𑂲𝗂ׅ𝗄ᥱ⠀ֵ❜ ꯭𝒯໋ׅ ᤢֵּ⠀໋ׅ༅ ❛᳟▒ׂ᳞⠀͘
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acourtofsmut · 2 years
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red hot handprints
(dom!lucien x sub!reader)
rating: NSFW/18+
warnings: pet names (my love/little minx), spanking (f.receiving), light restraint, sub space, and mild foot play
a/n: so I wrote this whole thing like two nights ago… then, my phone died and it fucking disappeared!?! 😡 after calming myself down, 😇 I resolved to rewrite it. Lucien’s hands must be so warm, and I just have a feeling that he would love the look of his handprints on your ass… 🤭 i hope you enjoy! much love 🤍! 🫶🏻
summary: fed up with Lucien ignoring you, you decide to take matters into your own hands which quickly results with you bent over his lap… enduring the wrath of his red hot hands.
Those luscious, red locks… captivating eyes, one russet and one gold… beautifully scarred face… mouth-watering, golden-brown skin. You had been wanting Lucien all day, each glimpse of him leaving your cheeks flushed and the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as he went about his busy schedule. The quick kisses and lingering touches he granted you throughout the day keeping you uncomfortably warm, longing for the moment the two of you could retire to your bedroom for the night, truly having him all to yourself.
However, the moment you two were alone, Lucien had other plans. He had promised to only spend at most thirty minutes finishing up his paperwork, but, for the past hour he has been ignoring your pleas for attention. Hunched over his desk, not even deigning to turn himself around to give you a glance.
Utterly restless, you couldn’t even distract yourself by reading the romance novel you were currently obsessed with. Slowly, the seed of frustration within your chest sprouted roots, making you bolder as you grew needier and needier. As a last resort, you decided to take matters into your own hands, becoming desperate enough to do the one thing you have never needed to do since you’ve been with Lucien… the one thing Lucien has told you countless times would result in you bent over his lap.
“If you think that I can’t see where your hands are going, then you are sadly mistaken, my love,” Lucien’s gruff voice drawls, sending a shiver down your spine as your hand descends towards the hem of your lacy, pink nightgown. Of course, you already knew he would be able to sense the destination of your hand, ever perceptive of your every move.
Ignoring his warning, your hand continues it’s path.
“(Y/n), you better not…” his words falling on deaf ears.
“But you won’t touch me-” you begin to whine, hoping to coax him away from that desk, only to be interrupted.
“My love, give me ten more minutes and I promise you can have me all to yourself,” he exasperates, head finally turning towards you sprawled on the bed, tired eyes darkening as he takes in the scrap of lace barely concealing your body from his roaming eyes. Arching a perfectly sculpted eye brow, he asks, “do you think you can do that for me?”.
You shake your head in defiance, pouting, growing beyond frustrated. The scent of your arousal permeating the room, you could tell the exact moment your heady musk reaches him. His nostrils flaring, jaw clenching slightly while the grip on his pen tightens. His faltering restraint emboldening you to make the final move. You lift the hem of your nightgown up to your belly, exposing your glistening core to his hungry eyes.
“Either you touch me, or I’ll touch myself,” you declare, spreading your legs wide, beginning to trace your fingertips along your inner thighs. A mischievous glint lighting up in your eyes, testing his limits.
“You little minx,” he snarls with amusement, closing the distance between the two of you swiftly. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself face down, bent over his lap, bare ass on display for his eyes to feast upon. Putting up a little fight, you try and wriggle yourself out of his grasp. Chuckling lightly, he pushes you back down on the bed with ease. Your heart rate accelerating as you feel him fastening both your hands with one of his behind your back. Your belly tightens, silently loving the mild restraint.
You feel a large, hot hand stroking the skin along the back of your thighs all the way up to your plump cheeks, preparing you for the punishment you are bound to receive. Squealing, his lips pepper kisses along your sensitive lower back, sucking lightly as he parts with a hum in appreciation.
“So needy, so impatient,” he muses, kneading the soft flesh. Goosebumps erupting as he gives your ass a light, affectionate swat.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… trying to touch yourself right in front of me…” he tuts, “so bold,” he adds, nipping your ass with his teeth. You hiss at the slight pain, your body tensing, left leg kicking up at the knee. With preternatural reflexes, his hand shoots out, catching your foot in a tight grip, thumb pressing into the sole. You giggle, squirming on his lap, fighting against the ticklish sensation, thumb now starting to draw circles. Gripping his hand tighter, nails digging into his skin, pleas fall from your lips. Begging for him to relinquish his torture. Finally taking mercy on you, he stops the motion, planting a kiss to the spot his thumb was. Leaving you trying to catch your breath, tears lining your eyes from laughing so hard.
“And, you know what happens when you are bold…” he chides, mumbling against your foot, voice taking on a gravelly tone laced with arousal. You practically scream, mouth falling open silently when you feel his hot, wet tongue dip out. Tracing from your heel to the tip of your big toe. With the final flick of his tongue, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, tears swelling. As the tension leaves your body, the ache in your core becomes more pronounced… and absolutely unbearable.
“Please, just spank me already,” you half plead, half demand, voice cracking. Pushing your bottom up into the cup of his hand while unsuccessfully trying to turn yourself around to catch a glance of the gorgeous male.
“Hmmm, my poor little minx can’t even handle a little tickling…,” Lucien teases, lips quirking upward, clearly enjoying your helpless, needy state.
He lands a light swat on your left cheek causing you to jump. You hum out in appreciation, relishing in the burning sensation. His hot hand soothing the light sting.
Tears finally falling in relief, you whimper out, “more please.”
“Alright, alright, my love… how many do you want?” Lucien concedes.
“H-how ever m-many you w-want…,” you stutter out through small gasps, clearly worked up as Lucien’s long fingers dip into the wetness between your legs.
“Let’s see how many spanks it takes to make your perfect ass redder than my hair,” he purrs, your core clenching at his lewd words. Wetness leaking down your folds, mostly likely dripping onto the bedsheets. Smelling your rush of arousal, Lucien’s growl echoes throughout the room. Squirming in anticipation, you bite your lip as you rub against his hard bulge hearing him hiss out at the friction.
“Count for me, my love.”
Smack!
Jumping at the burning sensation, your brows furrowing as your cheeks clench momentarily. You whimper out softly, “one.”
Smack! Smack!
Hissing when he plants two successive spanks on the same area, just below your left ass cheek.
“Gods… your ass is already turning pink,” he muses, “so fucking adorable.”
Lucien’s hand practically dwarfing your left thigh, palm resting on the back as his long fingers splayed on the curve of your inner thigh, pointer finger gliding through the wetness along the seam of your folds.
“Three!” you moan out when the tip of his finger circles around your swollen bud gently, avoiding the most sensitive part of you. Too soon, his hand leaves your core.
You feel the rush of air before the strike of his hand this time, tensing prematurely.
SMACK!
Breath hitching in your throat, a groan escapes your lips. More guttural than any noise you’ve made tonight. Your bottom burning from the harsh force of the spank.
“F-four,” mewling, you can’t help the hiccup that erupts.
“Good little minx,” Lucien praises, rewarding you by releasing your arms from the strained position they were in. Sighing in relief, he helps you place your arms underneath your head, dropping kisses along the length of your spine. Melting into his touch, you hum in appreciation. Once he arrives at your tailbone, your short reprieve is over.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Left, right, left. Reeling at the assault, your hands instinctively grip the bedsheets. Thighs squeezing shut, eyes closing. Lost in the overwhelming sensation. The sensitive skin left burning, as your mind is slightly fuzzy.
“How many?” his voice seems muffled, like he’s far away. Too far away. Able to prop yourself up and turn to face him, your pink, tear-stained cheeks make his chest pull taught. With wide eyes peering up at him, you beg, “kiss, please,” softly.
“How many, my love?” he repeats himself, hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs wiping away your tears.
Blinking up at him, your brows furrow adorably, trying to remember what number you were on and how many spanks you needed to add.
“Six?” you guess.
He presses a kiss to your forehead, “seven,” he corrects affectionately, smirking to himself at your worked up state.
Pouting out your bottom lip, Lucien lowers his head to capture your bottom lip, tugging lightly. Your lips part automatically, inviting him inside. Tongue dipping into your mouth briefly, tasting you.
Too soon for your liking, he pulls away, glancing back at your ass. Chuckling lightly, he gives you another peck.
“Well, my love, it only took seven spanks…”, he drawls as his hand traces the curve of your spine, down, down, down to your raw cheeks, “to get your perfect little ass redder than my hair,” he graces each cheek with a light peck, almost apologetically, making you shudder.
“Sorry for ignoring you, my love. There’s no excuse for leaving you feeling so neglected that you need to touch yourself,” he admits, voice taking on a sincere tone, maneuvering you to lay on your stomach, head resting on a pillow.
“S’okay,” you mumble out, eyes closes shut from exhaustion. His limbs wrapping around you, cocooning you in his embrace. Breathing in his comforting scent of fallen leaves and rich oak, you sigh in content. Completely sated, you savor the feeling of being in his arms.
“Although, I do have to say… I quite like how your ass looks when it’s painted with my red, hot handprints,” he purrs into your ear, leaving a lingering kiss to your temple.
(thanks for reading this far! show your support if you enjoyed! much love 🤍!)
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olmoonlight · 10 months
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Today we will spend our evening at home my love ✨️🥰 😍 ♥️ 💕
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sturnioloobessed · 18 days
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could be us but you know😪…
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angelofsilence-ir · 1 year
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꧁ᥫ᭡꧂꧁ᥫ᭡꧂꧁ᥫ᭡꧂
Love is everywhere! 🦢 🤍🩶 ꧁ᥫ᭡꧂꧁ᥫ᭡꧂꧁ᥫ᭡꧂
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i didn't believe joe and niamh, to hell with me if i believe joe and taylor
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userhiba · 6 months
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أنت النعمة التي استحلت قلبي فرحًا وأنا لها من الشاكرين 🫂🤎
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little1lady · 8 months
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silentgrim · 1 year
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all this drawing is making my ass flat
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sunniewr · 8 months
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⠀⠀ ⃯⃯🎂 ᪻᪻𝓼࣪♥︎꯭۟⠀꯭ㅤ໋࣮𝖻ִ𝗎𝖻ִ𝖻ִ𝗅ᥱׂ𝗌 𖦹❟ִ໋❥꯭𝖻ִᥝ᪾ׅt᮫𝗁꯭ㅤֺ᩿🎧ꨳ᪾ִיִㅤֺㅤ᩿ㅤֺ
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acourtofsmut · 2 years
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restrain yourself
switch!azriel x switch!reader
rating: NSFW/18+
warnings: oral (m. receiving), scratching, teasing, shadow play, switch vibes for both
a/n: a little something I whipped up during a car ride. seeing lots of Az posts lately since it’s Az week, so I thought I’d contribute! 😇 minimal editing and pretty short, but enjoy! much love 🤍
“When did you get that?” Azriel asked huskily, eyes darkening as he took in the pink, lace lingerie you wore, wings spreading slightly.
The set was practically see-through, the bralette and cheeky underwear leaving nothing to the imagination.
“The other day when I went shopping with Feyre,” wanting to tease him a bit, you spun around, showing him the cut out in the shape of a heart on the back of your underwear, playfully wiggling your bottom, “do you like it?”
“Oh my gods,” he groaned raking his hand through his hair, “that’s so fucking cute. You’re perfect, my love.”
You batted his hands out of the way as they instinctively reached out to touch you, caress you.
“No touching,” you tutted with a smirking grin.
With a mischievous glint in your eyes, biting your lip as you sunk to your knees between his spreading legs.
“Ughh, how do you expect me to do that?” he sighed out as you started to venture your hands up and down his thick thighs, tracing with your fingertips.
“I thought you were a male who prides himself on his self-control,” you purred, undoing his laces like second nature now and pulling off his leathers, his hard cock springing out.
“My willpower isn’t that strong, my love. Not with you looking like a goddess just begging to be worshipped in that,” Azriel argued. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your forehead, then moved his mouth down to your ear, never touching you with anything but his lips, “Do you want that (y/n)? I could just pull your panties to the side and fuck you in that pretty pink set” he purred.
You gulped, wetness leaking into your panties as you dug your finger nails into his thighs trying to refrain from whining. Fighting against the urge to just let him take you, worship you until your begging him to stop, you slowly dragged your nails down the skin on his thighs making him hiss.
“Restrain yourself then,” you purred back into his ear, leaning back and smirking a bit when you added, “like you do to me.”
He gulped this time, jaw clenching.
“With my shadows?” he asked quizzically, brows furrowed a bit.
You nodded.
“Say please, my love.”
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head.
A few stray shadows swirled around his wrists, pinning them to chair beneath him, his eyes widening slightly. You started trailing kisses from the center of chest down towards his manhood.
“They listen to me, too, you know?” You purred, wrapping your hands around his leaking cock, kissing the tip, making his jaw go slack, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“You’re lucky you look so gods damn adorable between my legs,” he growled, cheeks flushed.
“Don’t let him go until he says please,” you whispered to the shadows, sending a couple more shadows to keep his legs spread.
(thanks for reading this far! much love 🤍)
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olmoonlight · 1 year
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What a divine connection, between a mother bear and a bear cub ❄🐻‍❄️🤍🐻‍❄️❄
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jischio · 9 months
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new look ! 🤍
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firein-thesky · 1 year
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Hello :) I have just finished reading "Anew" and I thought of leaving a message again :). I'm sorry in advance for the lengthy message - I hope it isn't too much of a bother ..
To put it simply, it's mesmerizing. The narration flows so naturally the act of reading feels as smooth as breathing; not to mention the amount of detail you have put into it - It makes it so evocative, so real. Your hard work and artistic sensitivity are evident in your words :).
The way you portrayed the characters in their youth .. their feelings felt palpable, painfully human I'd dare to say, and relatable. And the line where you called Megumi "the usurper"??
That and of course Gojo and reader, and how they evolved together and individually (especially right after geto's defection) .. well, if I started speaking about that i would never stop talking, I think 😂. Something I want to underline about them in this chapter is how intense, vulnerable and intimate their first night of marriage felt, especially for the reader.
This was a whole experience, i swear - It felt like being cracked open, broken and put back together (in the best way possible). I teared up, smiled, and held my breath and I believe there's nothing more i'd want to ask of a story like this one. I think you really deserve to be appreciated for the effort you put into it,, so thank you for updating this once again and kudos for the amazing work!
P.s. I have also read, since my last ask, "to hold and be held" .. I know it's a bit old, but I wanted to tell you I loved that story too. I really did. It has become easily one of my favorite pieces of fanfiction of all time, along with Godmaker! But I don't want to and won't take any more space in your inbox,, I just wanted to share some love for it too! And please, excuse me for any eventual mistakes - English is not my first language .. With that said, I hope you have a great day :))
oh gosh please NEVER apologize for long asks. i've reread this so many times since you sent it. genuinely i think it's so kind that you took time to reach out and send your thoughts after reading–it means a lot to me! i know i say it every time, but it really does!! i mean it every time i say it!!
but THANK YOU again for such kind compliments. i was a lil nervous about this chapter and it's just really reassuring to read this!! thank you
i have called (and thought many times) about megumi as a sort of "usurper" figure to gojo.,.,i think i have posts somewhere on this blog ab it lol but i just HAD to include it here too! i think it's so...fun, for lack of a better word.
and gojo and the reader! i really wanted their wedding night to be...ig i wanted to sort of put reader in her place a little/shake her up a little. i think she's always in control, or previously has always been in control and i wanted to make her more vulnerable for once!
gosh im just so glad you enjoyed this chapter!! 🥺💕 and i will not pretend i have not worked hard/put a lot of effort into this story bc writing IS hard lol and i labored over this one quite a bit, so once more, this is very very appreciated 🥺 ik i write for myself and because i enjoy it but messages like this make me feel like sharing it and posting is very worth it and very worth the connections with others. its very special to me!
and THANK YOU about to hold and be held, too!! i really enjoyed writing that one and i'm so glad you enjoyed it too! Pining as a theme and unrequited love is a favorite of mine!
thank you so much again!! i hope you've had a wonderful weekend and you have a good following week! i can't express how grateful i am 💕
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poetische-loewin · 1 year
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Ich höre und lese so häufig in dieser Gesellschaft, dass man froh und glücklich sein soll, seine Eltern zu haben.
Ja, natürlich sollte man das. Aber was ist denn, wenn die Eltern einen überhaupt gar nicht verstehen können? Oder, wenn du ihnen versuchst zu sagen, wie es dir geht und du dich öffnest, Tränen verdrückst aber angeschaut wirst, als wärst du völlig bescheuert und nicht in den Arm genommen wirst? Sich keiner Sorgen macht? Angst um sein Kind hat? Soll man da auch noch froh drüber sein?
Hört doch einfach mal auf, den Leuten hier auf der Welt scheiße zu erzählen. Es gibt auch narzisstische Eltern, die sich nicht für dich und deine Gefühle interessieren, sondern sich nur um ihren eigenen Mist kümmern und man manipuliert wird, so wie sie es gerne hätten. Oder Eltern, die einen einfach verlassen und im Stich lassen. Oder von denen geschlagen, runter gemacht, beleidigt oder auch missbraucht werden.
Ach da denkt dann wieder keiner dran, es wird immer nur gesagt, sei doch froh. Aber niemand schaut mal anders rum oder über den Tellerrand, manche haben wirklich Glück mit ihren Eltern, den sei es gegönnt! Von Herzen sogar. Aber es gibt viele unter uns hier, die dieses Glück nicht haben. Die sich alleine und verlassen fühlen, die nicht von ihren Eltern gesehen oder in den Arm genommen werden. Wo man als Kind oder auch jetzt, im erwachsenen Alter das so gerne gebraucht hätte oder auch mal braucht, man es aber nicht bekommt von ihnen. Das viele unter uns darunter leiden und darauf sollte man auch mal bitte Rücksicht nehmen! Und aufpassen.
Ich hatte auch nicht so ein Glück und für alle, die das auch nicht haben oder hatten, ich sende euch so viel Kraft wie es nur geht! Ihr seid nicht alleine damit. Fühlt euch ganz fest umarmt! Wir können nichts dafür, wie unsere Eltern sind. Weil wir eigene Personen sind und nicht sie. Wir sind wie wir sind und das ist was ganz besonderes.
Liebe an euch alle! 🤍
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