#nature is out of this world (see what I did there) beautiful!
koishua · 2 days ago
𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹. 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 —
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the following content might be triggering for some readers, so i suggest filtering out my tag [ #sensitivecontent ] to block out these types of writings i will be posting from time to time!
featuring... lee heeseung + gender neutral reader
length... 0.750k words
genre... angst, fluff
synopsis... skin was never meant to be perfect, especially not when the world was filled with so many things it could be harmed and disturbed by— even the wearer itself.
warnings... sensitive subjects, heavy implications of self harm done in the past, reader slowly trying to accept themselve
notes from vie... this is a self indulgent little thought of mine hehe it's a little different from my other more light-hearted stuff, so do tread with caution. i made it as less descriptive as possible. any feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs help out a ton! hope you enjoy reading and thank you.
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skin— a canvas with which you protect your body with. skin, sensitive yet strong, durable yet so easily succumbing to external damage. skin is the one that comes into contact with life outside of the body, a work of art. why did one find so much satisfaction in bringing harm to it?
skin isn’t perfect in its appearance— stretch marks lining certain places, small bumps and dents formed naturally, uneven in color; these are the things that make skin normal, even the leftover renewed tissue from a fall or scrape you had in your childhood. 
skin was never meant to endure anything else you put it through; it wasn’t supposed to take on all of your pain and anger, never meant to be the blank paper to paint pretty red lines all over its surface. skin was there to protect you from harm, so why did you feel the need to inflict upon it yourself?
sadness, emptiness, fury or frustration— none of these should have ever led you to leave rows and rows of faded white lines on your precious skin, but it was too late. too late to pull the blade back, too late to keep yourself from falling addicted into the bliss of relief with each stroke of the glinting instrument.
you’re seated on the floor of your bedroom with a knee propped up to rest your arm on, leaning your back against the cool surface of the wall. your eyes scan over each of the traces left behind from your fit of rage years ago, reminiscing over the dreary times. the lines had faded, though the sheen over the scars are still there, reflecting a little light when hit in the right angle. the subtle shift in texture on your arm was still noticeable when you traced a line from the beginning of your wrist till your elbow with your finger.
everything was okay now.
the hopeless times were over and you’d pulled through with the help the wonderful people in your life had given you— no more uncontrollable urges that make your skin crawl anymore. everything was okay now, something your younger self hadn’t ever believed would be possible some day.
everything was not okay.
the reminders of your past haunting you each time you remember what certain lines on your skin represented— you feel as though you’ve tainted your body, disgust seizing up your body each time you see them up close. no matter how many times you’d tried to look at them in a different light, they would never be able to seem like anything more than ugly scars.
“they’re beautiful.” he’d told you before.
the first time you’d revealed them to lee heeseung was also the first time you’d ever heard those two words about the lines on your skin. he’d frozen in his place, eyes glossing over as he’d asked if he could look at them closer, hovering his fingers over each one. with eyes looking at you sadder than you’d ever felt yourself being, he’d told you that they were beautiful.
“they show how much you’ve fought: hard and long to get to where you are right now.” heeseung had voiced to you, keeping a slight tremble in his tone as he’d pressed a loving kiss on your temple, pulling you into a hug that had made you feel more cared for than anyone else had ever made you feel.
some jagged and uneven, some precise and clean— the scars were not pretty to look at, but the meaning they held for heeseung was overwhelmingly significant.
“thank you,” he’d repeated for more times than you can remember, trying to muffle his already silent cries by burying his face in the crook of your neck, “for being here now. i’m so, so proud of you.”
they’re beautiful, he’d asserted to you, not because they’re pretty, but because they show how much you’ve been through and have overcome.
looking at your arms now, you think about lee heeseung with his kind eyes and looking at the discolored thin figures, you think about lee heeseung again and about his genuine words. maybe someday, you would be looking at your scars and believe with your entire chest that they were as beautiful as lee heeseung made their essence to be.
he’d kissed you so softly and gently while keeping you tight and safe in his arms, making you believe that one day you’d finally be able to love yourself, perhaps more so than he did.
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mrs-immortal · 2 days ago
Hey it shark anon and yes you can call me that but here another request self aware lilac cookie x chubby reader I’m pretty sure they bully’s will died of envy seeing y/n dating our beautiful lilac cookie headcanons please
lilac cookie with a hint of yandere if you squint hard enough! enjoy :D ’*•.¸♡ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ love suits you-!i♡ ¸.•*’ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・self aware! lilac cookie x chubby reader HCs ♡ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he did not know how much he needed you. ♡ When he first got pulled he was..quite pleased, with who he was stuck with. Out of everything that could happen, he was secretly happy things turned out the way they did that day. “Okay..last 10 pull of this week, i hope i get someone new this time-” you said as you let out a sigh you had held far too long: as the animation had begun, you clicked skip: and there you saw his animation. You have obtained lilac cookie! “Finally! It was about time he came home!” you huffed. He could get used to this. ♡ You would pamper him from the second he got into your kingdom, the second he came home. His attractions, his decor, his own small district..name it all he would ever want, you have already given it to him. Tap taps a plenty as well, he was fairly pleased with the living quality you supplied, but it would grow to be more than that over time. ♡ He got used to your schedule and listened to you some more..you would say you wish you were pretty like him, which .. made him quite sad at the thought, deep inside he wishes he could fix what was wrong but it was no use trying to reach for someone that does not exist in his world, right? ♡ Realising the world he lived in was not natural was..odd, disturbing almost: but he could distract himself with tasks. Or you; he could listen to you ramble on and on without a worry in the world knowing you are real, even if he..isn’t..? Identity crisis’ take too long, so he was gonna ignore that question for the time being. ♡ He started to pay much more attention to you, listen to you more often: and sometimes he would be angry at the things he would hear: sometimes you would talk down on yourself, and he did not enjoy hearing you say the words you always do when it comes down to yourself. You were not just ‘decent enough’ and you certainly were not ugly: he wished he could be real at times like these. ♡ After some time..he started to notice fellow cookies acting strange,randomly looking at the sky just like him, and the idea of them trying to take you was not on his to-’fix’ list today. So he improvised to find a way out instead. ♡ Finding a very handsome and very half naked lilac man in your room was not expected, however you seemed to connect the dots; so you found a way to make it work. ♡ People’s reaction to your boyfriend were, strange, and sometimes rude backhanded compliments towards you but..those would never end well for them. Lilac was a good man for you, but he had no promises for anyone else on this blue rock we call earth. ♡ He enjoyed going around town and taking you out on cute, calming dates across the districts: he liked to get some cute and comfy matching clothes, though he still needs to adjust to wearing a shirt at most times of day, but it’s fine, you don’t complain. ♡ He enjoys putting his head on yours and giving your tummy a lil squeeze as he hugs you, he loved how you feel so soft! And loves to lay his head on your stomach when you lay in bed; no words , just flop. ♡ Overall, it was 100% worth the shock, hell he might be your lucky charm! You have not seen any of your bullies around since he showed up, except that one time but it seems they just don’t exist anymore, i wonder why?
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greta-van-fics · 9 hours ago
every day like sunday - ch. 1
a/n: i have been having SO much fun writing what i’ve been calling “prohibition sam” for a minute :) this chapter is a lot of description and exposition and not very much samuel so i do apologize! thank you SO MUCH to my beautiful editors and readers @alwayzthere​ @jakekiszska​ and @sparrowofthedawn​, you are all angels and i owe y’all abt a million dollars in proofreading fees ♥︎ our ask box is always open if you’d like to be tagged or have any other questions :) anyway, enjoy prohibition sam! ♥︎ liv
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warnings: minor violence, brief alcohol mentions, you have to deal with my vague-ass writing style :)
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“Know what you’re getting into?” “Naturally.”
“Kiss me.”
Phantom lips brushed yours as the train flew along over the tracks. Why does it feel as though we never move when we’re on the train? Kiszka had asked you one day, both of you traveling in a compartment similar to this. I can see everything racing past us, but I’m staying completely still. He had held up a hand. Still as a statue. 
You had responded with a smile that mirrored the pleasant flush you felt inside you. We’re moving just as quickly as the train, but the train is doing all the work. Kiszka had sat back, unperturbed by your simple explanation. Chestnut curls fell into his eyes as he gazed out the window. 
The shade was drawn in your compartment now, and you moved to raise it with a tentative glance at your companion. The old lady was so fast asleep that a sudden jolt brought on by the train switching tracks and taking a sharp turn did nothing to disturb her. You decided a teaspoonful of sunshine, the only amount currently peeking through the dark clouds, would do little to detract from her slumber.
Hills rolled past your sightline, and soon turned into factories. Your journey had to be reaching its end. The thought made you shudder and glance above the sleeping woman to the luggage rack. An old, beaten and worn leather case stared back down at you, unflinching. How easy it would be to leave it on this train, walk out the doors and lock it away forever. It would be lost to the whims of the railway, winding around on an endless loop until some unsuspecting passenger decided to open it and suffer the consequences.
“Next stop Union Station! Coooming up on Union Station!” the conductor sang as he traveled up the car and onto the next one. 
You were unaware you’d dug your fingernails into your palms until you unclenched them and saw blood-red crescents forming in the rough skin of your hands. Leather gloves were pulled from your pockets and over the roughness, hiding it from the rest of the world. You hated the tough skin that had formed over childish softness after years of being submerged in water and suds. No longer.
The train began slowing, and you craned your neck to catch a glimpse of the station as groans and squeaks poured from the rods. A shriek of the steam whistle signified your official entry to Union, and finally roused the old woman, who jumped and grunted, “Whensit?” 
You shot her a tight-lipped smile as she glanced around the compartment, trying to acclimate herself, then you rose from the stiff cushioned seat and began to extract the leather case from above her. A porter caught sight of you struggling with it and moved into the compartment to help, but his doing so caught you by surprise and forced a bark of, “No, no! Please, I’ve got it well in hand, sir!” out of you. The porter backed off in a hurry as you swung the case down, your white-knuckled grip on it never loosening. You hefted your old carpet bag into your free hand and slid your way out of the seats to join the rubber-neckers poking their heads out of their own compartments to catch a glimpse of the station.
Making your way brusquely through the train corridor, you noticed a few people eyeing you with suspicion. A few well-placed sneers made people wither away back into their own business. You were suffering no delusion as to why passengers would find your presence off-putting; a single woman, riding across the country without a companion? It simply wasn’t done.
The train stuttered to a halt finally, mercifully allowing the throng of people lined at the door to exit, sweeping you along with them. Your legs felt tense and tight from the long hours of disuse, and your steps were awkward as you tried to stretch them as best as you were able. The thin pencil skirt that stopped just below your knee prevented you moving them freely. 
Union Station was hopping, causing you to be immediately lost in a sea of self-absorbed travelers milling about the platform, weaving and ducking around one another in an attempt to rush where they needed to go. When you stepped off the platform and into the bustle of the crowd making its way towards the entrance to the street, you noticed several chauffeurs holding pieces of paper with names scrawled on them in thick, black ink. You wondered briefly whether one of them might hold your name, but quickly dismissed the thought as the heavy leather case bumped against your thigh and reminded you where exactly you were headed. No private car service would be offered there.
A cloud of cigarette smoke hit your face and invaded your lungs as you continued walking, puffed by a man in a bowler hat who winked as you walked past, mistaking your indignation for interest. You felt his eyes linger on your backside as you passed him. That was no Craven ‘A’ smoke, you sniffed to yourself. 
You have got to get over yourself, kid! Kiszka would have laughed. You’re so snooty about cigarette brands. And you would retort back, They taste different, alright? Enjoy those piece of shit Woodbines you’re always smoking. And the dance would continue, and you would exchange smiles and pokes and laughter. And light would reflect off his golden eyes in a beauty so blinding you had to look away from him. 
That was what you were doing, after all. Looking away from him. Away from him, and towards…well, you had absolutely no idea what you were walking into, despite what you had assured him the last time his hands had held yours. 
You wished it was his hand you were holding now, instead of the tough leather handle biting into the irritated flesh of your palm. His hands had always been smooth where yours were rough, gently caressing yours and whispering over them after a long day of being cracked and water-logged.
The sound of horns blaring and shoulders hitting you jostled you from these futile thoughts. You emerged from the station and onto the main drag, Broadway, preparing to blink in the sunlight but finding it still as grey as it had been on your journey in. The street was abuzz with activity just as the station had been. Saturday afternoon shoppers walked up and down, stopping occasionally to gaze at window displays before hailing one of the taxicabs that passed by. 
You spared a moment to right yourself and look up and down the street. Umbrellas were clutched tightly by many city-dwellers as they glanced nervously at the threatening clouds, and you suddenly wished you had packed one as well. The threadbare carpet bag in your left hand held only…you ran a mental checklist and ticked off: fresh chemise, fresh hose, a new traveling suit, your night cream, toothbrush and powder, hairbrush, and一Your brain stopped short, refusing to dwell on the brand-new bottle of Chanel No. 5 wrapped carefully in your nightgown. 
Shaking your head to bring it and your heart back to the present, you leaned cautiously off the sidewalk and caught sight of a taxicab hurtling towards you. You raised your left hand, carpet bag awkwardly swinging off it as you shouted to catch the cabbie’s attention. A man next to you (the same man who’d huffed smoke into your face, you noticed with a sour frown) yelled over you, and stretched his frame further, successfully hailing down a cab and tossing a mocking grin at you as it pulled up to the curb in front of him. Not on my watch.
In one swift move, you’d thrown your personal bag between the asshole and the car door, shoving him back up onto the sidewalk and began fawning thanks in a breathless voice. Thank you for getting that for me, thank you so much for letting me have this one, thank you, really, you’re too kind, thank you for being an insufferable prick of a man who’d let me stand on the street alone just because I didn’t succumb to your complete lack of charm. The man was so confused and shocked that a woman had managed to outsmart his feeble brain that he made no protest as you slid into the backseat, clutching both your bags. The victory settled on your face in a smirk, and you couldn’t help blowing a kiss to the sap as the cab pulled away from the curb.
“Where ya headed, miss?” The cabbie asked. 
“Oh!” You hurriedly began digging around in the carpet bag for the scrap of paper you’d scribbled on. “Sorry, I don’t quite remember the name of the pl--oh, here it is. Miss Juliette’s Dresses.” You crumpled the scrap and threw it back into the bag, your knuckle inadvertently brushing against the hard, glass square in your nightgown. 
It smells good. I got it at the department store on Fifth. 
It was expensive. It was too expensive, Kiszka. Take it back. 
Absolutely not. You deserve it. And anyway, I stole it.
Dear God. A laugh bubbled out of you like a fountain. Did you distract the perfume girl with your boyish charm?
But of course. It’s beautiful…and…I want you to remember--
Don’t say that. Your hand brushed a sun-kissed cheek, then settled heavily on the strong neck. I couldn’t forget. It’s not possible.
“You…sure that’s the place you wrote down?” The cabbie asked after a beat. Your cheeks flushed, but you kept your tone cool. 
“Very. I’m in the market for an evening gown.”
With a sideways glance and a doubtful, under-the-breath murmur, the cabbie made a left turn off Broadway and continued the journey in silence. Several blocks past your sightline as you stared placidly out the cab window. As the afternoon turned into evening, with the clouds ever darkening, you noticed that the imposing buildings of the downtown district were giving way to shabbier, dilapidated ones. Abandoned factories with fractured windows that made you feel as if the structures had teeth longing to snap up innocent prey. 
The cabbie finally slowed down in front of a storefront bookended by two loan offices with paint-peeled signs. The script on the window of your destination read “Miss Juliette’s Fabulous Frocks” and in slightly smaller letters below, “Dress to impress for any occasion!”
“Thank you kindly,” you told the cabbie, reaching forward to hand him some coins you had pulled out of your pocketbook. He tipped his cap to you then asked if you wouldn’t need some help carrying those bags into the store. You hid a smirk.
“I don’t think I will, thank you.”
Miss Juliette herself sat behind the sales counter when you entered the miniscule store. Indeed, you noted quickly, the store was so small that there was room for only three mannequins, all of which displayed fashions that might have turned heads ten years ago. You had clocked the length of the building from outside…there was certainly room for more than this sad little showing of dresses. The tall, lithe woman rounded the counter and extended her hand. She wore an approximation of a flapper dress, although it looked hand-sewn, and not expertly. The green tassels shimmied as she made her way towards you.
“Darling, welcome in. I am Miss Juliette,” the lady drawled as you took her draped hand and shook it gently. 
"Enchanté, madame,” you replied. Your carpet bag was hoisted into the other arm as Miss Juliette took your arm and began steering you around the mannequins she displayed. 
“You are positively lovely, my dear.” Her jet-black hair was cut into a sharp bob that ended beneath her ears and curled carefully around her cheekbones. She looked as elegant in her dark green homemade frock as the painted models advertising high fashion on the train station posters. “I can always feel a kindred spirit when I meet one.” 
You couldn’t help but smile. “Now,” said Miss Juliette, clapping her hands together. “What’s your look, honey? You want an evening gown…” She said without question, looking you head to toe then peering with pursed, dark red lips at one of her designs, a black number with questionably-placed gold beading. It looked heavy. “What do you say to this one?”
“It’s lovely.” You sucked a breath in before continuing: “But I think I was looking for something in cerulean.”
Miss Juliette’s head snapped around and she dropped your arm, stepping back for a moment. “Is that so?” she asked, her affected accent trilling sharply. “Cerulean, you said?”
You nodded, your mouth forming a tight line and the case beginning to feel hot beneath your fingers. She had turned her piercing black eyes upon you, looking you up and down with extreme doubt and apprehension, until you cleared your suddenly tight throat and said, “Billy sent me.” 
Her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped softly. “Of course, my darling, right this way, IーI had no idea.” 
“It’s quite alright,” you assured her, as she made her way behind the counter to the ancient oak door, hung with a black sign which read “Employees Only, please.” Miss Juliette reached for the black ribbon tied around one of her bare arms, which you now realized was holding a silver skeleton key. She knocked on the door once, throwing another apologetic smile over her shoulder as she waited, then pressed the key into the lock and turned.
The door swung open to reveal a hunched-over, wizened old man who growled what could hardly be considered a welcome and beckoned you inside. You looked quickly at Miss Juliette, who nodded, with a ghost of a sad smile on her lips. She was lovely, and you wished she was the one leading the way. Instead, you followed the old man into the dank bar, lit only by gas lamps scattered around the tables and stumps of candles in other dark areas. 
A few beer-soaked patrons slumped over glasses at the bar, paying you little attention. The soft tinkle of piano music surprised you into searching for its source, and your eyes finally landed on a far corner, where a decrepit piano sat forlornly, a candle perched atop it to illuminate the sheets of music a young man was reading from. The tune was light, although steeped in sadness. Perhaps that was just the grim interior of the bar crowding your perception. You thought that after all this was over, you might have to indulge in one of the illicit offerings of the speakeasy. It had been awhile since you’d had even a splash of gin, given the train journey, and the idea of softening this place a little around the edges appealed mightily to you.
The old man introduced himself as Joe but didn’t wait for you to respond. He led you towards the corner of the room where you had spotted the piano, and you now noticed a small, black door in the wall. The sight of it made your blood run cold, but you adjusted your suddenly slick grip on the suitcase and set your shoulders back. Joe stopped and turned, just before you reached the door, eyeing up the case with a hungry glint that made your stomach flip and clench. 
“That have what I think it does in it?” he asked, his voice gruff. “You better not disappoint these boys back here, girlie.” 
Your cheeks flushed with anger at his infantilization of you. “I’m a woman just as capable as any man in there. That’s why Billy sent me.” Joe grunted and turned back around, fiddling with a set of keys on his belt loop and attempting to locate the correct one. A light titter from nearby made your head whip around. On edge as you already were, from carrying this case across the country and entering one of the most threatening establishments in the city, the slightest noise had been setting you off like a rocket lately. “What’s so funny, Charlie?”
“It’s Sam, actually,” came the smooth response. The young man playing piano ended the song with an effortless glissando up the keys and stood, pushing the bench out behind him. He made his way over to you, giving you an extra precious moment to take him fully in. It looked as though God had been in a hurry when he made this one: long limbs hung from broad but thin shoulders, and a neck that would have been considered elegant anywhere else slouched forward in a lazy droop, mirrored in the easy grin painted on his face. You wondered whether the speakeasy wasn’t paying him in libations, the way his eyelids rested so heavily over large eyes, so dark brown they appeared black in the dim light. He came to a halt in front of you and leaned back on the piano with his hands thrust into his pockets. “Although right now, you could call me flabbergasted. How’d a girl like you end up in a place like this?”
That line certainly warranted an eye-roll. “Mind your own business, Slim.” The man’s dark eyebrows rose to comical heights as Joe finally located the correct key with a grunt of satisfaction and fiddled with it at the door. 
“I told you, it’s Sam,” he said, watching as Joe pushed the door open, motioning for you to step inside. You moved past Sam, sniffing and adjusting your jacket. The suitcase brushed against his knee as you passed, and before you could readjust your iron grip on its handle, the pianist’s long fingers were squirming their way into it, pushing yours off and catching hold of the case entirely. You shouted in indignation when Sam said, “Here, allow me, miss.” 
On instinct, you dropped the carpet bag and dug your nails into Sam’s wrist as your other hand attempted to wrench the case from his grasp. You stepped back and rammed your knee directly above his groin, not hurting him badly but sending him staggering into the piano with a crash. He let out a yelp and dropped the case unceremoniously onto your foot, causing your heart to plummet into your stomach as quickly as the heavy load had. For a moment, nobody moved: Joe and yourself painfully aware of the case’s contents, and Sam sporting a look of terror at your sudden outburst. When a heartbeat passed and the whole Earth hadn’t come shattering down around you, you exhaled and picked the case back up, gentle as a new mother. Joe whistled a huff of air from between his gap-ridden teeth and began making his way through the door in front of you, not checking to see if you were following, but you were. 
Hotly, and with the main purpose of putting some distance between you and this irritant who thought it appropriate to just snatch your luggage from you. 
“What gives?!” sputtered Sam, looking as flabbergasted as he’d earlier claimed to be. 
“Don’t you know it’s rude to offer a lady help before she’s even asked?” You smiled, a devious feeling prickling in your soul as the man stared at you, mouth hanging open and fingers clutching the gashes your nails had left. He felt already like a thorn in your side, but the sharpest thorns often appeared on the prettiest roses, you’d found. You thought briefly of Kiszka, but his golden eyes flickered out as you stepped into the darkness, its gaping expanse groping at you and pulling you farther down the hallway towards the underbelly of Nashville, in all its gritty glory. 
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tobiishii · 2 days ago
i will lie.
summary : it had been a rough day, the world around aging, as well with the people; it was a reality shattering thing, and often more than not, it took a toll on you. as well as everything else.
a/n : fic is inspired by the song ‘needs no progress i will lie’ by salvia palth! i’m in a shit mood tonight and decided to write a william afton fic to comfort myself. yay. so here’s some fluff/comfort. the only things that be need a warning are stuff like light substance use and sad stuff! male reader.
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rain softly padded along the tiles, flowing into the ridged gutters - small, broken down leaves and twigs followed soon after, suffocating in the cold water until it reaches its original home to only repeat the process once again; the earth, where it would decay, and grow amongst a new tree in hopes to be the last one standing. often more than not, it never was.
the thunder that struck natures bed afar glistened the worlds in new beauty, lighting it up with a small purple shade and evaporating into a gentle glow that stretched across the land. soothing, yet deadly as it could be, it nurtured the males mind as it only grew louder.
a cup of wine grew warm in gentle hands, who’s body ached and feared the world outside; the alcohol was a solvent of this problem, as well as the medicinal drug that had once again blossomed, but into a form that helped the body heal its wounds. psychically, and in its own crude, yet loving attempt, mentally.
the reflection on the liquid only cast a face glancing out the cold, fogged window, one that held a solemn expression that showed no pain, nor gleefulness. it was empty, as the meditator did not help with the risky thoughts that grew known inside the beholders broken down mind.
a creek, followed by a small slam, caught the solemn man in his glance out the window. hesitant to look away from the beautiful storm outside, he slowly turned his head; seeing his lover step in from the cold rain, water bleeding off of his hair and onto his already drenched clothes.
william spared a glance around the room, peering around to see if anything had changed, or if his lover was nearby; in which he was, sitting at the small, glass table, with a blanket carefully draped along his shoulders. with a easy kick, his shoes fell off his feet and were left to dry on the small welcoming mat near the kitchen door, which he had entered in from. the brunette walked from the door, engulfing his lover in a hug once he was close enough.
“was.., work alright, love?”
soft spoken words exiting of out bruised lips from the night before, always holding a loving tone towards him; no matter what he had done that night, or that night before. it was something william and grown to cherish, especially once the ones he loved the most started to exit his life in the most painful ways.
a small hum left the males chapped lips, a sigh soon following after. it was a matter of if he wanted to lie or not, if he felt that another story of cleaning dried blood of wooden tiles was going to be entertaining again. it was not a bad work day, no, but continuously cleaning up his creations messes did get tiring after some time.
it was a gentle reminder that no matter how great his creations may be, they will never reach the aspiring perfection he wished to. but this was not about him, or his “mistakes” he happily made, nor did he want it to be. william was not normal, nor was his lover, but (y/n) could only take so much in comparison to himself.
“same old, fixing broken parts and throwing out irredeemable ones. nothing that you hadn’t heard once before.”
as william spoke that sentence, he carefully glided next to his lover, bending over them with his much larger frame. gently, he grabbed the glass and smoked down joint, confiscating the items.
“doesn’t that get tiring? doing the same thing, every single day?” (y/n) spoke softly, glancing at williams hands as he took his cruel attempt at ‘comfort’ away from him.
the question, as often said as it was, had more meaning. it was a question for himself, even, hoping that his lover, william, could spare a few words to spark something inside him; a new hope and reason to look forward to the next day, another way to look at the repetitive nature of life.
“it is tiring, obviously, and boring, too. but it is still bittersweet, nonetheless.” william returned to his lovers side, gracing the other in his cold, dampened arms. “life remains intriguing, for as long as you seek the things that make it so.”
with those last words, william glanced at his lover, who did the same; the two held sweet, gentle eye contact until another word was spoken.
“and you can’t rely on substances to make it so, (y/n).”
those words caused the boy mentioned to glance away shamefully, knowing that his lover hated seeing them use substances to subdue his problems; william hated to see them in such a state.
“i,” the male stuttered, taking a moment to process the burning thoughts inside his head and to pick out the right ones. “i am sorry. i just,, wasn’t so sure on what to do, especially without you here. i thought it would help.”
the soft, yet guilt words that left (y/n)s mouth caused williams ears to perk up; he knew the other confided in him, as you would expect a relationship to be, but it was hard to believe at times due to his gruesome behavior. though, this completely faded in no time, as helping him was much more important in the moment.
“you don’t need to apologize, doll,” william softly spoke, leaning in closer to his lover, leaning his hand onto the side of their forearm to rub it lovingly. “i do hope you won’t do it again, though, my love. if you ever need anything, i am one call away. you are important, i will be here, always, whenever you need it.”
with the last words william spoke, a small tear rushed down the males cheek from his lovers comfort - yet again, confiding in his love and touch, leaning against his warm body that rest behind him.
nothing else needed to be said, the two relishing in the comfortable silence, edged on by the storm that slowly settled. the water that fell onto the roof grew quieter, the lightning that grew further away; allowing the house to grow dark, silent, yet peaceful.
no matter how one progressed, the other made an attempt to show their lover that he had been proud and continued to love him; even, if at times, he could tell it was a lie. it was human nature, it was his lover, the one he had been blessed with. never could he hate them for silly mistakes they could not control, they were human, just as he had been.
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charthanry · 4 hours ago
My BBS Journey
This is an ode to the best BL show I've ever watched. Mark it, signed and noted January 20, 2022.
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With only hours left before the finale airs and my journey with BBS ends, I wanted to get some thoughts down so I can look back and remember how I felt about this series. No guarantee that this won't be disjointed and rambly. Or that it won't end up being a gush fest for OhmNanon (spoiler: it totally will).
To say that this show and OhmNanon own me is an understatement. They had me from the first note of the opening song. I came to BBS for Ohm; knew he was special since his Make It Right days, followed him to He's Coming to Me and everything since and in between. Ohm is an exceptional actor, one with the rare ability to fully use his spatial awareness to completely capture his audience. He is versatile with excellent comedic timing, a solid grasp of the dramatic beats, and is just so natural in his delivery that you forget he was ever any character other than the one you are currently watching. He also has the rare ability to have this instinctual chemistry with anyone cast opposite him, this is no small feat. You buy into his on screen relationships because Ohm fully commits. He makes everyone better. And does it while making it look so effortless that you're just a puddle of awe on the floor. It's wild to me that he's still somewhat underrated and underappreciated in the acting world. Like what? How? Do people not have eyes?
I wasn't as familiar with Nanon, but it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I came for Ohm but stayed for Nanon. All the acting superlatives and awards are one thousand percent deserved when it comes to Nanon. I've never seen anyone act so convincingly with just their eyes. The saying 'eyes are the windows to the soul' is very apt here. With Nanon, you feel what he feels, just from his eyes alone. He projects every emotion from annoyed to bashful to distraught with barely any facial movement and it's just like whaaaat?? How is that even possible? And to think he's so young and is only scratching the surface of his craft. I can't wait to see what else he does. I think he'll surprise us again and again. ALSO I've never seen a more beautiful crier in my life. And I never knew that a person's freaking dimples could be an entire character on a show. We were blessed to see these boys share the screen together as partners elevating each other; two halves of a whole. I doubt we'll ever get to experience this again; does lightning ever strike twice?
I'm usually a binge-watcher. I'm incredibly impatient so BBS is the first drama I've ever watched as it was airing. And oh boy was it a special brand of agony waiting for new episodes each week. But you know what? In some ways it made the journey that much more fulfilling. The anticipation was thrilling. The sherlocking of previews of the next episode was utterly enjoyable. I don't envy those who get to devour all 12 episodes in one go (okay, maybe a little, but not in the way you'd think). I'm mostly envious of those who get to experience BBS for the first time with open hearts and open minds and then to be entirely consummed by the superior acting, directing, editing and music. It's like reading this amazing book, getting sucked in completely by the author's world, to love each moment and scene so much that you want to crawl inside it and simply live in that moment forever. To know that you can never go back and experience that first time ever again. It's like that.
I watch BL alone and only partially by choice (I get annoyed at interruptions when I'm immersed in a show... yes, I'm a shush-er), but also because I don't know anyone else IRL that enjoys BL. BBS isn't my first show and probably won't be my last, but where it stands out amongst the many is that I've never felt the need to talk about my watching experience (probably because all previous viewings were of the binge-variety). For BBS, not only did I create a tumblr account to engage with other fans but I also started using twitter too just to get the latest rumors and spoilers. IRL I'm a shy introvert so this branching out and seeking out others to discuss BBS is a whole level of scary and unfamiliar. But it was also a necessity. I HAD TO find people to talk BBS with, there was no other way to get through the week. But what surprised me the most was I fully anticipated lurking and reading blog and twitter posts and nodding along to myself, never posting my own content. But here I am nearly 300 tumblr posts later. So I want to thank you tumblr friends and BBS enthusiasts for making it easy to join and engage. To know exactly what I mean when I say, Ohm completely slayed this episode or Nanon served and ate that scene. Thank you for getting it, truly.
But the end, as they say, is near and while I'm sad that we've reached this point, another part of me is happy I get to be here for it, to live the ending as it happens. To experience it with so many of you who all understand how special BBS is and how it's more than just a show, it's a legacy in the making. Since episode one, BBS was out to set the BL world afire, to subvert expectations and turn the ordinary into a game-changing, genre-busting, and an award-worthy masterpiece. BBS set the bar and I'll be surprised if any show that comes after it will ever match it in quality let alone surpass it. There's only so much organic magic to be had and BBS may have used it all up. More incredibly at the crux of all of this...is a simple love story made extraordinary by a wonderful script, masterful acting and impeccable direction. Underneath all of that though is a tale as old as time- of two people who just want to be free to love and live the way they deserve. And isn't that simply what we all want?
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lovelyunholyc · 20 days ago
he doesn't mean to say it, the first time. it slips out, unbidden, like the most natural thing to ever come out of his mouth, because for once, you don't try to silence him, don't try to jokingly tell him to shut up.
you blink at him, remote in one hand, the other shoved squarely against his cheek, frozen in place from how you'd fought him for control of the TV in your own room. "what'd you say?"
mammon's cheeks flush, he can't help it if he tried, his skin is so heated he's sure you'll burn from touching it. "n-nothing," he mumbles, looking away, though he knows it's too late.
"mammon." by the tone of your voice he already knows he won't win. you drop the remote uncaringly, clamber into his lap and hold his face in both your hands before he can hide it from you. "say that again, exactly what you said."
his pretty eyes dart around, anywhere except into your own. your thumbs soothe into the heat of his cheeks, the warmth of your body against his only making the emotion well up in his chest that much more, the beat of his heart quicken. he shakes his head stubbornly.
you hold him even more stubbornly. "don't make me use our pact."
and he realizes then why he'd said it; you're his perfect match, through and through.
he sighs, as if it's the most difficult thing for him to do, but he knows you see right through him, you always have. finally he meets your eyes, and he wonders why he'd looked away in the first place, because you're so beautiful he doesn't have the words for it. your eyes are sparkling with mischief, and so much fondness for him, more than he ever thinks he's deserved, that playful, irresistible little quirk to your lips, the warmth in your own cheeks. you hold him so gently, as if he isn't exponentially stronger than you, as if he wouldn't do anything in the world for you. when he speaks again, it's clear, though quiet, full of intention. "i said, 'you're lucky i love ya.'"
it was in his nature to run away. to hide his true feelings and ignore the way you made his heart race. he's thought to be selfish - it's part of his sin, after all - but then how, and why, did he care about you more than he had ever cared about anything else in his long lifetime?
this was something he'd known, deep down, for a while, but had never had the courage to face or much less admit to you.
his hands slide over your thighs bracketing his hips, squeeze gently at your flesh for reassurance.
your smile grows slowly, fingers trailing down to trace the line of his jaw before your arms are wrapping around his shoulders. "oh?" you touch your nose to his, then your forehead. "i love you, too."
mammon thinks his heart bursts in his chest. he blinks back at you once, unable to hide his own smile, but then you're capturing it in your lips, kissing at his nose and his stupid blushing cheeks and finally, his lips. you kiss him with such tenderness, such love, it melts into your every action, your every touch, every stuttered breath between you, every gentle nip, every cautious kitten lick. his hands slide to the small of your back, the nape of your neck, to hold you in place, as if you'd rather be anywhere else.
when you pull away to breathe, it's only an inch away, hands in his hair, fingers scratching soothingly at his scalp in a way that makes him want to purr. your smile is brilliant, so beautiful he hardly registers anything else, doesn't even realize he's smiling just as wide, lost in you and that lovely little sparkle in your eye, full of mischief and wonder and everything he's been missing. "so you love me, huh?"
he kisses you again. "don't tease me or i'll take it back."
he can't get enough of you.
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genderfluid-insomniac · 2 months ago
How they react to their S/O self-harm scars:
Characters used:
Scaramouche, Kaedehara Kazuha, Xiao, Tartaglia, Thoma, Arataki Itto, Gorou, Kaeya Alberich, Diluc Ragnvindr, Aether, and Beidou
If the topics of self-harm and heavy depression trigger you or upset you in any way please don't read for your own safety. This is coming from my own experience of self-injury and from what I know.
He will find out, whether you tell him or he finds out on his own, sorry to say, but is at first beyond furious that someone is harming his lover. Now when he realizes the cuts/scars are too organized to be from a battle he is speechless for the first time, stunned that his own s/o has been hurting themself. Scara immediately goes to find you and talk some sense into you, if you can’t see the truth then he’ll show you how he sees you.
Once he finds you, you go to greet him but are interrupted when he grabs your arm (not missing the wince you try to hide if they're fresh) and pulls you toward a private room. Scaramouche bluntly tells you that he knows that you’ve been cutting yourself and how he cannot allow it anymore, demanding to know the reason why. When you tell him he shakes his head and mutters curses, bringing you in for a hug and kissing your forehead, a small blush lighting up his faint smile.
“Beloved, if you can't see how perfect you are then I’ll show you. You make my days every time you walk in the room and are the sole reason why most of my soldiers aren’t dead due to my temper. Please, I love you too much, I can’t lose the one person I care for.”
༻Kaedehara Kazuha༺
Kazuha would most likely already know because he picked up on your cries or the wind told him something was wrong but waited a bit to see if you come to him. If/when you don’t tell him then he comes to you and takes your hands in his, stroking the skin over where your scars/cuts were. Moments of silence pass and you both absorb the truth and you see droplets fall in your lap, seeing stray tears escaping your lover’s eyes. He loves you more than anything, you’re beauty and self rival the beauty of nature itself and here you are struggling to accept it.
You cup his cheek, wiping away a stray tear from his eye and feeling your eyes start to tear up as well, unable to hold it all back anymore. Letting sobs out, all the pain and hurt finally being let out, despite feeling awful Kazuha can’t help but think that even when in pain you still sing a song that he adores. He cups your face and kisses you deeply, feeling all the pain and suffering you’ve had to endure alone.
“I love you more than life itself my darling and yet you think otherwise. I keep trying to write a poem depicting how much I adore you but words cannot describe how I feel because you mean the world to me. I’m sorry you had to go through this struggle alone and I hope you’ll accept my help, I can’t imagine my life without you, sweetheart.”
At first, like Scara he thinks they’re battle wounds and thinks nothing of it but then notices more showing up (thanks to his keen sight) and that you haven’t been going on commissions or fighting that much. So when he brings it up to you he genuinely doesn’t know that it’s very personal but gets curious and asks why you would do that, it doesn’t make sense. Why would you purposely hurt yourself, mortals already have a limited life so why would you cut it shorter?
You explain to your boyfriend the reason why and he is shocked, he understands he has his karmic debt but he thought you knew that you’re amazing. He doesn’t say anything but just hugs you, shocking you a bit, and you hug him back, letting out a sigh as tears roll down your face.
“I may not understand but I want to help. You’ve helped me and now it’s time for me to help you, love.”
Very similar to Scaramouche with thinking it’s from battle but does pick up on how you’ve been hiding how you really felt which seriously disheartened him. Did he do something wrong? Are you falling out of love? Has he forgotten something recently? He can’t think of anything he’s done that could have upset you or something that could have pulled you into this state and it hurts him knowing there’s one battle that he can’t fight, especially because it's harming you and no one is allowed to do that.
When he gets home from “work” (also dealing with scara’s bs) he sees you sitting with a blanket draped over your shoulders while you are reading a book you checked out from the library. Childe sits down and asks if they can talk, asking about the marks and seeing you tense up upon the topic. A few moments of silence pass as you work up the courage to explain why and how you’ve felt, not going to your lover because you felt like he already had enough on his plate and he didn’t need one more problem. He just stops and scrunches his face in pain and embraces you, feeling him try to calm his breathing.
“You really think that? You could never be further from the truth. You are my number one priority, so don’t ever think otherwise. I know I can’t fight this battle for you, but I will do my very best to assist you, baby.”
Thoma is devastated that you didn’t come to him when he woke up early and saw the scars as you moved in your sleep, knowing what they were immediate. You wake up to your lover hugging you tensely mumbling ‘I’m sorry’, you hug back and ask what’s wrong, going stiff when he says he saw your scars. In your past, partners had never talked about your scars kindly and often was the reason your relationship ended, so it was never a topic you brought up. Snapping back when you remembered he mumbled apologies and pushed him back, cupping your face and asking why on earth he was apologizing.
He felt guilty that he hadn’t noticed and that he failed not just as a friend but as a lover as well. Running his hands over them and keeping eye contact as he kissed every single scar, never missing one.
“For the rest of my life, you will know how much you mean to me. I won’t give up until you can see how I see you, the best person I could ever have for a lover.”
༻Arataki Itto༺
You and Itto were having a sparring match as usual when you called for a break to catch your break, throwing your weapons in the air for them to dissipate until you brought them back. He noticed some marks on your body and inquired who you fought recently, confused you, looked to where he was pointing, and froze. You had completely forgotten about them and walked closer to him and took his hand, explaining that they were from a fight but not from another person.
Itto got most of what you said, when his vision got taken away and it seemed like Inazuma was going to collapse he felt a similar way. Confiding in you about what he experienced and embracing you in a hug, running his hands over your scars and pecking your lips.
“No matter how much you want to give up the fight, push on because I have never seen someone so strong and persevere like you have sweetie. Never forget how much I love you.”
༻Gorou ༺
Noticed when tending a wound
You and Gorou were in your shared room, each doing their own separate things and you were tending to some cuts and burns you got from fighting some electro hillichurls, eyes catching on some old scars you had inflicted on yourself sighing when remembering those dark moments. Your lover having insanely good hearing, walked over to you, ears falling back when he saw very organized but chaotic cuts on you. Sitting down next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his deep brown tail unconsciously curling around your leg. You felt his headrest on your shoulders and leaned on him, hands intertwined and greatly accepting the love and adoration he was giving. Whispering that you were ashamed of them and hated how they marked your body so viciously.
He shook his head and cupped your face so you could see his vibrant teal eyes and told you that they were signs to remember that despite facing struggles daily, you continued to get up and begin a new day. Gorou shyly pointed out that you helped him find peace and love in such a desperate and hateful environment, you were his reason to keep fighting against the shogun.
“Battle scars can remind us of when we were at our worst moments but they are healed and you are still here. It can be hard and overwhelming when you look to the end of the war but focussing on each fight as they come is important too. I love you so much, my love.”
༻Kaeya Alberich༺
You two have just returned on a mission in Dragonspine, keeping in touch with Albedo about fatui and how they kept popping up near his lab there. You both had gone to Barbara for healing and luckily none of you got seriously injured but while Barbara was tending to a nasty cut on your body, Kaeya was rubbing some pyro slime condensation on a bit of exposed skin. Looking over with concern in his eye at the injuries you got and seeing some pretty sizable old ones that were faded, from all the time he’d known you you’d never told him about that injury and scanning his memories for a time when that must have appeared.
After you two finished getting healed he took you to a side and teasingly asked you if you’d missed dodging an attack, shocked at how “lazy” you were. Once he saw your face quickly show fear almost immediately shifting back to neutral and stopped joking around, opening up to you that he’d self-inflicted in the past because he felt guilty. You never knew his past and he didn’t seem to want to open up about it so you didn’t pry. Telling your story and reason for why you did it, feeling a lot closer and comforted. You leaned into Kaeya and buried your face into his neck, letting a few tears slip down and he gratefully accepted the hug, enjoying the vulnerable moment you both shared.
“My darling, you aren’t alone in your pain. I’ve been where you are and I’m here for you. Whenever you feel like the dark is swallowing you, I'll be your guiding light and sanctuary.”
༻Diluc Ragnvindr༺
It was one of those nights and Diluc was the unfortunate witness to one of your episodes, and here you were drunk on your ass. Slurring words and joking about how you were shocked that you’re still alive, something that shocked the dark knight hero and concerned him greatly. You refuted his encouragement by showing the scars you had gotten when the negative thoughts won. To him you seemed so strong and resilient, he felt guilty that he never noticed this part of you. Diluc tried his best to comfort you while you were drunk, keeping more alcohol out of your reach and walking you home, calling out to the other employees in the store to close up themselves and send any other work to his office.
Once you were home, he tucked you into bed making sure a glass of water was right next to you and undressing, slipping into bed with you. Though you most likely won’t remember tonight clearly, he hopes you’ll remember this moment as he hugged your waist and murmured sweet nothings to you.
“My love I can’t express how much I adore you and I wish you knew how much I do, I’ll do my very best to show you how much. My darling I’ll help quell those intrusive thoughts plaguing you.”
You confided in him after nearly losing everyone in Inazuma
Aether was still recovering from the Raiden Shogun even though it was weeks ago and how so many people he cared about were hurt or killed. More than happy that you were there by his side but knew that something was bugging you for the past few days and didn’t want to force you to talk but he was concerned about his lover. He asked Paimon if he could speak with you in private for a bit and she wanted to help but respected the couple's privacy, taking a deep breath in and walking to where you were. Finding you at a nearby drop-off overlooking the fields and valleys below you, you looked so beautiful just sitting there.
He sat down next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder, cuddling closer to him. He didn’t know how to lightly bring up the topic so he just decided to be blunt about it, telling you that he noticed your state the past week and he was worried that something happened. You laughed softly and clarified that he did nothing wrong, confiding that you had been acting on some not-so-nice thoughts. He understood as he felt the temptation of it as well from not being able to reunite with his sister and no one helps, but it hurt him that you thought you were alone in this. Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down against his chest, both of you facing the bright sky, Aether rubbing soft circles on your waist and kissing your forehead.
“I know you're in pain and I know it hurts but remember you aren’t alone, you have me. I won’t ever leave you or stop loving you, your presence helps me push through each day and gives me hope that I didn’t have before. Let’s keep pushing through together!”
It was late at night and she was at the steering wheel, gazing into the dark ocean around her and smiling when she saw you, but faltering when she saw your expression. Waving a crewmate to her to take over so she could properly talk to you and taking your hand in hers and taking you to the front of the ship for privacy, sitting down with you at the bow. Beidou brought you in between her legs holding close so you didn’t get cold as you mumbled something, she tipped your head up so she could meet your eyes.
You blurted out an apology and started rambling about how you hid it from her, feeling so depressed to tell anyone about it or how you were feeling. You’re stopped as Beidou shuts up with a kiss and cups your face, rubbing circles on your cheek effectively calming you down a bit. Breaking away, you see her soft caring eyes and take a deep breath, slowly explaining that you fell victim to your intrusive and self-deprecating thoughts. She cooed and brought you in for an embrace, whispering that she was sorry she couldn’t be there to help and next time to come to her help.
“ My pearl, you are always my top priority even though I am the captain of the Crux and if you're in pain, emotional or physical, I want to help. I love you too much to see you in pain, let me relieve some pain, love.”
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goddessglo · 2 months ago
My ultimate manifesting rundown
This is a well thought out rundown of what the law/manifesting as a whole is all about. These are points throughout all my posts, but more emphasized. The main premise of what i put out about manifesting is it truly all comes down to you on a real personal level. I believe this is going to help with everyone’s journey more than ever.
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Its your reality
That will always be number one in my book. it has always been up to you in getting everything that you want. Most of the things you see in the 3D is what you assume and you have the power to change limiting ones. Don’t worry about what needs to be done. nobody else is going to know what you desire, its all about you. Own your power, create beautiful things that you want to live out like its your movie. affirm like its your reality. Script like its your reality. visualize like its your reality. This is your world.
Thoughts & assumptions create
Certain people and situations will act the way you assume them to be, but i also want to remind that passing intrusive thoughts won’t. There are also set assumptions that you may have grew up in which can easily be reverted. All you have to do is flip them. money is flowing through your bank account, your sp is in love with you, you do create the best friendships. Have that confidence of changing all limiting assumptions and it will reflect back to you. assume the best out of your life.
Everything is conforming for you
All of the desires that you’ve been affirming about are not just there for fun, I mean of course they’re fun but there is no joking around. these wants are meant for you. Period. The work is being put by you and behind the scenes to get whatever needs to be moved so you can receive it in your reality. Always set your intentions on your dreams cause they are absolutely real. You will continue to get results. even when you least expect it its going to conform, believe that.
Feel however you want
Whoever said that we had to be happy all the time to manifest did not know what they were talking about. You’re human, you don’t need to be dancing through tulips all the time. Cry, yell, rant if you need. Thats not going to take away your desires. However you may be feeling at the moment, still know that everything is okay. Especially not a few tears that need to be shed.
Time is never a factor
Time does exist, but not in your inner world. The subconscious mind really doesn’t care if you get something at 11 am or 3 pm. If you want it now, you’re getting it NOW. time wasn’t made for the mind, it is man made to get through our days which is correct. However don’t think that you not getting instant manifestations means you’re doing something wrong. Still persist on knowing you have it now cause thats what matters.
Persist your heart out
You’re looking at the 3D for evidence and can’t see a glimpse of your manifestation. Thats okay, keep persisting. What you see are is past assumptions that literally need to pass so that it can make room for those desires. Of course you can’t halt your life for them, however affirm and persist like you’re living the life that your TRULY want!! You don’t need to treat the 3D like its an illusion. Affirming is just like its already there and its catching up. Regardless its yours.
Manifest your own way
It goes without showing that its always a moment to look for the next big method or technique to manifest. We all don’t have to do the same things. try not rely on what others are doing ONLY if you truly want to do it. Don’t settle for something personally tedious to you cause of success stories, create your own success stories with YOUR favorite method. some people may think none is necessary while another thinks its okay to do a lot of them. Both absolutely perfect!! it will always be your call.
Be present & patience
This correlates to not letting what you affirm take over your whole life. Effortlessly affirm when it naturally comes to you as you’re staying present in this current moment. you don’t need set a time to do these things like its a job, make it easy for you. It actually helps a lot when you’re preoccupied cause it feels like you already have it. When it comes to patience, im not saying you can’t get instant results. Its just been so much emphasis on creating fast manifestations that you think you’re doing something wrong when you don’t. Its so much easier to let thing gradually flow without any worries about the speed of it coming to you.
Overall key points & extras
• Its all about you
• Manifesting is effortless
• Never settle for less
• You can and will have all your desires
• Inner world is your reality
• Manifest your own way
• Let things conform for you
As always im rooting for everyone to live the life of their dreams, its what y’all deserve. We were put out here to create the best outcomes for ourselves and just get all of our desires. Always remember that ~
- Jewel ✨
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moonctzeny · 2 months ago
The Art of Seduction [masterlist]
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fem! reader x company! nct 127
series,smut, angst
The ability to seduce is oftentimes seen as a gift, a natural-born talent that only a few people possess. However, it is nothing but a sophisticated artform invented by women, using their persuasion and the man’s desire for sex to impose an indirect and psychological, yet very powerful hold on them. In fact, it’s pointless to resist seduction, for people yearn to be part of a mind game, separated from their normal routines, and experiencing the thrill of the unknown. Such everyday life mundanities in Suh Enterprises will never be the same.
- Based on 'The Art of Seduction' by Robert Greene -
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Jaehyun - The Beauty
"Never has a woman been in such complete mastery of another's heart."
From early on in life, the Beauty is gazed at by others. Their desire to be looked at is the source of their power, but also the source of much unhappiness: if they are honest with themselves, they also sense that being worshiped only for one's appearance is monotonous and unsatisfying—and lonely. When their mind and soul are being appreciated, they will grow dependent.
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Jungwoo - The Novice
“You are all soul when you want to be, when you feel it, take me far away from my body.”
What separates Novices from ordinary innocent young people is that they are fatally curious. Finding their innocence a burden, they long to be initiated into the ways of the world. Everyone sees them as so sweet and innocent, but they know this isn't so—they cannot be as angelic as people think them.
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Mark - The New Prude
"You are the constant object of my thoughts; my imagination exhausts itself in guessing what you are doing." A prude is someone who is excessively concerned with appearances, with what society considers appropriate and acceptable behavior. New Prudes are secretly oppressed by their correctness and long to transgress. Once you open them up they may overwhelm you. They are simply asleep, waiting to be awakened.
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Yuta - The Rogue
“Though I fear neither God nor devil, when I am in (her) presence I am ready to tremble like a child, and (s)he could make me go through the eye of a needle to throw myself into the fire.”
The Rogues have lived the good life and experienced many pleasures. On the outside, they tend to seem cynical and jaded, but their worldliness often hides a sentimentality that they have struggled to repress. They have tamped down their own romantic tendencies for so long that when it bursts forth, they lose control.
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Doyoung - The Professor
“It is the first time in my life such a thing has happened to me. I have made up my mind, so long as you are here, to do all you wish. My fancy for you is, after all, only a passing madness."
The Professors' minds are overdeveloped and overstimulated. Even when they talk about love or sex, it is with great thought and analysis. Underneath their intellectual strength lie gnawing insecurities; deep down they long to be overwhelmed by someone with a physical presence. They would like to escape their mental prisons, they would like pure physicality.
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Taeil - The Crushed Star
"Late in the night we enjoy a misty moon. There is nothing misty about the bond between us."
The problem with Crushed Stars is that at one point in their lives they did find themselves the center of attention, yet those days are gone. They suddenly receive some attention in a social setting, and it makes them glow; a little wine in the system, and they become effervescent. The reward of seducing Crushed Stars is the powerful emotions that are stirred up.
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Taeyong - The Sensualist
“The cultivation of the pleasures of the senses was ever my principal aim in life.”
What marks the Sensualists is not their love of pleasure but their overactive senses. Sometimes they show this quality in their appearance, but sometimes it is more subtle: because they are so sensitive, they are often quite shy, and they will shrink from standing out or being flamboyant. What the Sensualist lacks is precisely enough sensual experiences to appreciate and relish.
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Haechan - The Aging Baby
"The most attractive women, are women full of maternal love.”
Some people refuse to grow up. Perhaps they are afraid of death or of growing old; perhaps they are passionately attached to the life they led as children. Disliking responsibility, they struggle to turn everything into play and recreation. The Aging Baby does not want competition, but an adult.
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Johnny - The Lonely Leader
“Love brings to light a lover's noble and hidden qualities— his rare and exceptional traits: it is thus liable to be deceptive as to his normal character.”
Powerful people are treated differently, and this has a big effect on their personalities: everyone around them tends to be fawning and courtierlike, to have an angle, to want something from them. This makes them suspicious and distrustful, but do not mistake the appearance for the reality: Lonely Leaders long to be seduced, to have someone break through their isolation and overwhelm them. Succeed and great power can be gained in turn, for in their loneliness they will come to fall dependent.
a/n: You can ask me here to be added to the taglist for this but pay attention! This series will have smut in it so only request to be added if you're over 18!!
also a huge thank you to my soulmate @slightlymore for helping me with the plot 💗💗💗
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ohtobeleah · 5 days ago
Sebastian Stan / Chris Evans x female reader.
Summary: You’re offered an opportunity you just can’t refuse ~ to shoot a kink .com video with Sebastian Stan & Chris Evans, two of the worlds most renowned BDSM dominants.
Word Count: 13k
Warnings: sexually explicit content, adult themes, degradation, anal play, bondage, dominant x submissive, double penetration, rough sexual activity, mentions of subdrop and subspace.
Author Note: This is my submission into Aphrodite’s manor challenge. I hope you enjoy, be sure to have those toys charged and ready at your convenience. @geminixevans @fineanddandy @jamalflanagan @cocobutterqween @syntheticavenger @sunshinexsin @boxofbonesfic
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The warmth of burnt oranges, bright yellows and deep amber reds cast a comforting ambience through your apartment. Cascading windows that brought the natural beauty of central park into your living room. Your phone held close to your ear as you sat wrapped in your bathrobe, hair masked up, drinking in the luxurious moisture of the organic hair mask your best friend had brought you for your birthday. A warm cup of tea cooling peacefully by your side, nestled on the coffee table as you tried not to bite your nails. Coming back into your own head as if you'd been off somewhere else at the sound of your manager's voice.
“kink’s offering $90,000, they really want you to sign on as the submissive in this video Lila.” It was almost as if your manager knew by your deafening silence that you had your reservations. “At least think about it. Three of the top five porn stars in the world, working together. That’s a lot of revenue for the company and not to mention that 90k? besides? I wouldn’t throw shit your way.”
“I've just never worked with either of them before, I’ll definitely have to do some research, ask around, find out what the go is.” It was something your manager, Alex, agreed with, opting to take the deal you’d been offered by Kink and ask around the industry. Weigh up the pros and cons before making a commitment or passing up the opportunity to work with Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans.
“At this stage.” Looking out across the park as trees blew leaves haphazardly across the pavement, you sighed. “I really need to do my research but I wanna say yes just because I know I won’t get this offer again anytime soon.” Alex agreed on his end. “Just keep that between us! It’s not in writing, but yeah, I guess it’s worth it.”
Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans, two of the world's most renowned Dominants in the porn industry. A chance to work with them was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and surely one that doesn’t come around twice. You see, Sebastian and Chris had a very unusual request, only one, and that request was– they only ever work with a submissive once and once only.
So when kink offered you the chance to work with two of the most well respected, very talented and downright jaw-dropping best friends how could you say no? their career as dominants had taken off around the same time you had started gaining recognition as one of the top female submissives in the BDSM community.
Although you were a switch at heart and could dish it out to both men and women just as much as you could take it – you could never resist the chance to be tied up and ‘tortured’ whenever the opportunity was handed your way. And what’s better than being denied an orgasm by a dominant? Being denied an orgasm by two incredibly handsome dominants.
It took you, if you had to time it, a rough four hours to decide to take up the offer and work with Sebastian and Chris. You rang around, asked the questions that needed to be asked. It really did settle your nerves asking those who had worked with Sebastian and Chris in the past what they were like. It only took you so long to decide because the layout you received of the scenes looked pretty intense – maybe even the most intense video you’d ever shoot. kink was trying to get you to branch out and they knew to offer you the gig with the duo would entice you even more, because, at the end of the day you were still human and there was not a doubt in your mind that you would let Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans take you – with or without the money.
As a professional, you do your research – well, by research I mean you sit at your desktop and binge watch any and all videos the dynamic duo had ever done. Especially for kink, because they were brutal and you needed to know how they operated.
So you sat for hours, drinking your tea and teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves every now and again as you watched Sebastian fuck Rachel (another very popular pornstar) with a dick stick as Chris whipped her clapped tits. Oh, boy, did she look helpless tied up like that – hands tied with rope above her head as her toes just barely touched the ground. She was almost suspended. To the untrained eye, it really did look as if she were in pain, desperately trying to force her leg from Sebastians shoulder as he thrust the dildo repeatedly into her soaking cunt.
But for you? a pro? You knew all the signs to look for and without a doubt in your mind – Rachel was loving every second of the painful pleasure that was being inflicted on her body by Sebastian and Chris.
At the same time as you were researching them, Sebastian was happily stroking his throbbing cock to videos of you being a submissive. He sat on his bed, laptop just to the side of him, legs spread wide as he slowly pumped his throbbing length watching on as you took a paddling like a true champ. Your ass so red raw as you bent over the bench, hands tied in true bondage style as you gaged around the cock that was face fucking you at the same time. Sebastian was thinking the same, you looked defenseless against the two burly men whose faces he couldn’t recognise. Until him and Chris, most male dominants are off-screen as much as possible, whereas they like to show the whole world how they fuck their submissives.
Sebastian was looking for signs of distress, looking for your tell-tale signs to ‘stop’ or ‘slow down’ and he only saw one. You would gag three consecutive times if you truly needed to breathe, not wanting to break character, the dominant would back away, slap your face with his cock a few times before going straight back to work.
Chris was busy doing his own research but unlike Sebastian, he was watching you be a dominant.
See when it came to being a dominant or dominatrix to be politically correct, you much preferred to work with women. Why? Because you knew how to work your way around a woman's body. And views were always 10 times higher so with good revenue coming in for the company, meant a bigger paycheck for you. You enjoyed your job, truly you did but sometimes it was more about taking the biggest check so you could provide for yourself financially.
Chris watched as you held your submissive’s cheeks, her lips pressed out like a fish as you held what seemed to be a very high-speed vibrator to her sensitive bundle of nerves. You had her arms and legs tied together. Feet to wrist in some of the most professionally tied bondage Chris had seen in a while. almost as good as his own knotwork. Leaning over your submissive Chris couldn’t help but noticed how much joy you took in pleasuring your submissive– Chris was sure he’d fucked her once before but he can’t put a name to the fucked out face he was listening to scream for you to let her cum. It was safe to say Chris was very much impressed with your abilities none the less but watching how you ‘tortured’ your submissive just made him want to give you something to cry about.
Nervous. That’s what you were when you entered the lobby of Kink’s headquarters in New York. Like a 5-star hotel lobby, it blew you away with its magnificent ability to be seemingly innocent in its disguise. Walking up to the ‘reception?’ you stuttered a bit before the lady typing away on the computer noticed who you were.
“I’m h-here to shoot a video fo..”
“Lila darling, we’ve been expecting you!” the lady confessed with a wide smile that was warm and welcoming. “I’ll show you to the room shall I?” before you could even nod she was on her feet. Her pencil skirt was so tight you could clearly make out the thong underneath the thin fabric. Her red bottoms clicking against the marble flooring until you both reached the elevator. Stepping in, it felt awkward – so you prepared for the awkward silence. But to your surprise, she kept talking.
“This your first time working with us?”
“Hmm? Oh-oh yeah” you mumbled, pushing your hair behind your ear as you cleared your throat. “I’ve never shot in this building before, but I’m not a virgin to kink – done maybe three or four soft bondage videos for you guys.” She smiled, generally intrigued by your conversation.
“I think I’ve watched a few of your videos actually, either that or I’ve mailed the check” this time you both laughed, it made you feel really comfortable walking into such a compromising situation – but you figured that was a part of her job description. When the elevator dinged, signaling you had reached your final destination - she bid you a professional farewell.
“Well Lila I hope you enjoy your day. Two doors down the hall to your right.” You nodded in response, still nervous but much more confident than you were just moments ago. As you walked down the hall, remembering the directions given, you stopped at the door that read “Stan/Evans x Lavender” on the front. It was common knowledge your last name wasn’t lavender, it was somewhat of a stage name, something to give you an extra boost of confidence. Your last name wasn’t public knowledge.
Knocking three gentle times it wasn’t long before someone opened the door, and boy were you instantly smiling when you noticed it was Sebastian Stan himself.
“Hi” is all you said as he stepped to the side to welcome you inside.
“Hi? That’s all the guy who’s about to fuck your brains out gets?” you instantly knew Sebastian was joking by his tone of voice. You let out a sheepish giggle, biting your bottom lip as you tried to hide the smile growing on your blushing face. Sebastian leaned against the door he’d just locked behind him, arms folded over his chest as the black T he wore looked as if it was about to burst from his chest.
“Rumor has it you only want me for my body Stan? Where’s your other half anyway” Sebastian chuckled before running a hand through his hair, only to gesture over to Chris who was helping the camera crew set up their stations and double checking they had all the toys the scenes required.
“He’s being pedantic, has to make sure everything’s perfect for every shoot we do.” Sebastian placed a hand on the small of your back as he walked you deeper into the dimly lit room. Blinds drawn and studio lights already shining. “Especially for such a highly anticipated collaboration - Who knows? Maybe if you’re as good as what I’ve seen we might have to see each other again?” you stood still, frozen in your tracks at the words that just escaped Sebastian Stan’s mouth.
“You don’t work with people more than one time around? I know your rule, don’t be a tease” you scoffed, somewhat flirting to ease your anxieties.
“Aren’t rules meant to be broken? M’not teasing Lila, just letting you know that if you’re a good girl we might be able to come to a standing agreement.” Sebastian was smug in the way he spoke to you, clearly already very deep into his dominant character – a method actor for the camera. So you humoured him, defiantly trying hard to fight off the natural dominant within you as you would have to submit in less than half an hour.
“Well as long as you don’t break my rules Stan, I don’t think we’ll have a problem” confidence seeping from your pores, or maybe it was just the sweat beginning to build up from the heat being produced from the studio lights.
“And what would those rules be Lila, hmm, does it have anything to do with the fact you gag three times in a very not so natural way if you can't take a dick down your throat?” Remember that confidence you thought you had? Yeah no, it was definitely just sweat.
“How did you kno—” before you could finish your sentence, Sebastian spun you around so your back was against his chest – his hands pulling your arms behind your back, coming between the two of you as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.
“I do my research sweetheart, oh am I going to have fun with you today.” His hot breath fanned against your cool skin, causing goosebumps to rise wherever it fanned against. The heat between your legs already beginning to rise but maybe that was Sebastian's objective to begin with, get you as naturally wet as he possibly could before filming commenced.
“Trust me I did my own, that stick thrust? Weak at best” you fired back, looking over your shoulder as Sebastian's grip around your wrist became tighter at the sound of your fiery voice.
“Oh yeah? We’ll have to see about that, won't we? God wait until Chris gets a hold of those perky tits – you’ll be begging for a fucking orgasm” Sebastian let go as he stepped away. His pants becoming tighter at the thought of what he was about to do to your perfect body. Your attitude just made it even better – he always loved a fight, loved some foreplay before really getting into it.
“Shall we?” Sebastian questioned, gesturing to the stool you would be sitting on momentarily, going through your safe words and restrictions.
“Only if you have something other than that belt hugging your waist to choke me with?” you teased, walking past him to the chair, smiling at Chris who was waiting – arms crossed and smirking wildly as he watched you saunter over. You could hear Sebastian mumble under his breath but chose to ignore it so you could get the nitty gritty part out of the way so the three of you could truly have some fun.
“Trust me, the thing I'll be choking you with isn’t on my pants, it’s in it.”
“Okay Lila, are you over the age of 18?” Chris asked as the camera’s focused themselves on you as you sat perfectly poised on the stool. Both Sebastian and Chris sat just off camera for this section of the filming, just asking the necessary questions the audience would love to know when the video is finished and posted.
“I am” you politely responded, crossing your legs as you held your hand over your knees.
“Okay good” Chris was reading from a list of mandatory questions that needed to be asked, stuff Sebastian and himself had to know before they could even lay a finger on you – something Sebastian didn’t really consider before when he was making you cream your panties in the name of foreplay.
“what’s your safe word when not gaged?”
“Red” you smiled, biting your lip.
“And how about when you’re gagged?”
“Three consecutive uh uh uh’s, really quick, you’ll know it if you hear them” Chris nodded as Sebastian smiled – he already knew that.
“What do you say in response to a question asked if you are completely comfortable and enjoying yourself?”
“Yes sir” you were getting squirmy, moving around the stool as your panties dampened, every question Chris asked meant you were closer to getting fucked – and truthfully? You had never been so excited.
“How about if you need one or both of us to pull back but not break character or stop the scene?”
“Yes master.”
“Good, okay.” Chris was checking off questions left and right, flying through the paperwork he had to fill out as he smirked at you, his eyes dark and full of lust.
“What are your restrictions?” Sebastian took over, eggar to know with a curious tone to his husky, deep voice. Giggling innocently, you looked at the two of them, the camera crew practically none existent in your mind at this point – you had done this too many times before to worry about a few extra men and women seeing you get fucked.
“I don’t like foot play and I really don’t care for electro stim – so don’t come at me with anything that shocks or zaps”
“So overstimulation, orgasm denial, anal, double penetration are okay? Just no prods or feet. Am I correct in my assumptions?” Sebastian was being more than professional for the camera, he knew exactly what to say and when to say it.
“More than okay” it was the way Chris coughed slightly to clear his throat, interrupting Sebastian before he could literally walk towards you right that second and start taking you as if you were all his to play with.
“Okay well, I think we have everything we need, I’ll have Sebastian quickly log this and I’ll help you get set up shall I?” Chris stated as he smiled wildly, excited to finally get you out of your pretty sundress and into some restraints. He defiantly hadn’t forgotten about the video he had watched of you ‘torturing’ you submissive – so he was very keen to have you screaming and begging to cum.
Chris was gentle with his hands as he hogtied you with the thick natural rope – talking to you naturally while off camera.
“This okay?” he asked as he tightened the rope, pulling your arms back the slightest bit more to meet your feet. Your stomach flat against the bench, exactly hip Height to where Chris stood beside you.
“Could be tighter if you want it for aesthetic but it’s okay Chris.”
“I saw what Seb was doing before? Did it work?” he chuckled as he walked around the bench, making sure you were properly restrained on all angles.
“I don’t know, you tell me?” you teased, your legs spread and already bent – it would be so easy for Chris to slide his hand down your ass cheek to see if his best friend really did get you nice and slick – which he did, but Chris sighed.
“I would, but I’ve got something else planned for you first” placing a blindfold over your pretty eyes before giving you a quick and sharp slap to your ass before he left you hogtied and alone on the bench – retreating to get the camera crew and Sebastian.
It wasn’t long after Chris left that you once again heard heavy footsteps in the room and you knew it was go time by the slow and steady way they walked. Your breathing became instantly heavy with anticipation. Everything was quiet for a moment, the only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing – until, you felt a slight sting against your pussy.
“Ah!” you whimpered softly before you felt the sting again, it wasn’t a hand so it could only be what you assumed to be a soft whip one of the duo was working to flick against your slick, dripping pussy. You could feel a hand being twisted and interlaced in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head up from the bench.
“Open slut” you heard the familiar voice of Chris say – or maybe it was Sebastian? Without your visual to back you up, you weren’t entirely sure, but you did as you were told when you felt the head of their cock glide against your soft bottom lip. Plump and ready.
“Good girl” you heard him say before he slowly got himself familiar with the feeling out your mouth and throat. ‘good girl’ you thought as you gaged around his shaft – definitely Sebastian. He didn’t give you much time at all to adjust to his size, beginning to face fuck you hard enough for your mouth to salivate like crazy, spit trailing from your lips to his tip whenever he would pull back to give the camera something to see.
“Do you like the way my cock feels in that dirty mouth or yours, slut?” Sebastian slapping your face softly with his wet cock as he asked you the first question of the day – testing to see if you remembered the responses. Starting with something mild.
“Yes s-sir” you responded before his cock was shoved firmly down your throat once again – thrust picking up speed and depth as Chris continued his soft assault of whips against your pussy, tenderising the area so overstimulation would be quick and easy to obtain.
“Uh--!” you gagged around Sebastian’s cock, not only from him face fucking your mouth but from Chris’s own whipping progressively getting harder- faster, not so soft against your sensitive clit that was beginning to throb from the sharp slaps it was receiving. Long stands for perfectly woven strings all working harmoniously to bring you pleasure in the hands of a master.
“Look at you” you heard Chris say from behind you as Sebastian never slowed his assault on your face. “do you want me to make you cum?” you gagged, Sebastian pulling out to marvel at the sight of your swollen lips, chin glistening from your own saliva and his cock just covered– jerking himself off as he waited for you to answer.
“Y-yes sir!” you cried through gritted teeth, your breathing heavier than before as you tried catching your breath quickly before Sebastian shoved his cock straight back down your tight, contracting throat. With one last whip you whimpered around the length stilled in your throat before feeling a set of fingers spreading your lips apart.
“Look at how wet you are? I bet if I just blew on your throbbing clit right now you would cum instantly?” Chris teased, a hand coming down heavily on your left ass cheek – making you jump slightly before feeling something enter you. God, you wished you could see what they were doing to you.
It was the stick dildo, entering your tight fuck hole as Sebastian pulled away, finally letting your hair go as your head fell heavily to the bench.
“Oh fuck!” you moaned as Chris pushed the dildo deep inside your pussy, so deep you swore it was in your gut.
“You want to cum?” Chris asked as he began thrusting the dildo in and out of your slick cunt. Already making you a moaning mess.
“Please! Please yes, make me cum sir!” you cried, begged as he fucked you so good with the dildo stick, you couldn’t see but you had a feeling his face was right in front of your pussy, getting a front row seat as he kneeled behind you.
From the whipping stimulating your clit and the thrust filling you so good you were so close, so close to hitting your first high of the shoot.
“Please can I cum sir!” you cried, whimpering as you trembled, Chris never slowly his pumps as he watched you take the dildo stick deep inside you.
“Hold it” he ordered, a scream of pain leaving your lips as you tried so hard to stop yourself from releasing. “beg”
“Ah--! Sir p-please let me cum!” you begged, you were so close to not being able to hold back any longer, until you heard it, the words that make tears soak the blindfold.
“not. a. chance.” You felt the dildo leave your body, now empty you sobbed from the denial. Both Sebastian and Chris leaving the room as you cooled down a bit – ready for the next intense shoot.
It was pure torture - being denied of an orgasm. But you loved it, the feeling of being powerless yet having all the power at the same time. Because you see, it’s never really the dominant who’s in control. It’s always the submissive - especially during a bondage scene because, with one word, you have the power to completely shut it down. Being powerless in a controlled and safe environment is exactly what you were right now - having been tortured within an inch of an orgasm you didn’t think it could get worse. Oh, how mistaken you were.
Hands tied above your head with one leg planted firmly on the ground and another tied to a plank of wood. This time you could see and how thankful you were for such a blessing. You couldn’t just feel the clamps pinching at your sensitive nipples, but you could see the way your buds plumped under the pressure of the harsh clamps that brought you so much pleasure— slightly irritated from the pressure they found themselves under. Just enough but somewhat painful. If still it felt as if nothing was there, move slightly and oh shit.
You heard the familiar sound of the duo’s footsteps creaking against the wooden floorboards - you could see them this time, both of them in all their glory. Right now you could only describe them as sex on legs, but you were sure you’d have to wait to feel them inside you another time - maybe being a good girl as Sebastian said could be your only chance at feeling his cock inside your cunt instead of just your mouth - but at a later date that would have to be discussed because right now they were both walking towards you dangerously slow. Sebastian holding a vibrator in his large hands and Chris with his signature whip.
You tried to move, whimpering slightly as Chris got close enough to pull on the nipple clamps that made themselves at home on your perky tits. The chain dropping between them.
“Miss us?” He asked with a cocky smirk, pulling your head to the side as you answered a simple “yes sir” while he trailed harsh kisses down your neck.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and Sebastian will let you cum? Do you want Sebastian to make you cum?” Chris’s eyes never left your beautiful face as he moved to the side of you -allowing a smirking Sebastian to drop to his knees before you, placing the currently off vibrator against your very stimulated, very sensitive clit.
“Yes sir” you responded only for Sebastian to instantly turn the vibrator.
“Ooh—! Yes!” You cried aloud. Your leg instantly shaking from the feeling. Chris pulled and teased at the nipple clamps, his hands gentle in compassion to when he started to whip the soft whip against your exposed chest.
You tried running, but you had absolutely nowhere to go. The coil in your stomach tightening quicker than ever before as Sebastian effortlessly brought you closer to your orgasm - hopefully Chris was right, hopefully Sebastian would let you cum.
“Aah-! Please, sir can I cum!” You whimpered as Chris continued his assault on your now very red chest. Sebastian shook his head no, looking up at the desperation in your eyes he felt his cock throbbing.
“Why should I let you cum? What do I, well we, get out of it?” You really couldn’t think, barely able to speak as you held onto your orgasm for as long as possible.
“Anything, please sir just let me c-cum! M’begging” you cried.
“Ah!” You cried again as Chris tugged hard on the nipple clamps that were tight. Oh so tight on your nipples.
“You can cum but say what you are?” Sebastian turned the intensity up to the highest setting as he worked his fingers into your pussy, curling his fingers into your velvet walls as he maneuvered the vibrator just right.
“Ahah- uhhh, I’m a fucking cum slut!” You whimpered. Your body trembling as your eyes rolled to the back of your head - squirting all over Sebastian’s hands as he finger fucked and teased your overstimulated clit through your orgasm - Chris still working his magic on your red raw tits.
“Yes! Oh my fucking god yes! Mmmmm f-fuck!” You were sure your moans could be heard from outside the room but you didn’t care - you finally came, granted permission. Still coming down from you high Chris grabbed your face and pulled you towards him.
“We aren’t finished just yet, just one more thing before your free to go”
Sebastian slapped your clit three times after pulling the vibrator away - you were exhausted. Once again both men leaving you alone to recover for the next and final shoot of the day.
There was nothing normal about your line of work, however – what’s better than making money off the feeling of euphoria. That’s how you felt when you were about to start the next and final scene of the shoot today. Sebastian and Chris going out of their way to make sure you had a good experience with them and considering they were already considering working with you again? You were more than happy to play along with whatever they had installed for you – already knowing it wouldn’t be anything to do with your only two restrictions.
This scene was different all together, you were kneeling on a double bed made to perfection. your hands tied behind your back while a ball gag was sitting comfortably between your lips. Silvia already making its way down your chin as you salivated at the thought of what was to come.
When you caught the eyes of the two men, you were stunned to see them fully exposed and both rock hard. Their cocks bouncing freely as they sauntered over to you on the bed. Making sure to keep your cool so to not break character you eyed them both off as they sat softly on either side of you. Chris must have had a fetish for your tits, because not only could he still see the red lines his whip had left behind from the last scene, but he just wanted to feel his lips around your sensitive bud. So he did just that, diving head first into your chest to suck harshly on your nipple.
“Mmm,” you moaned as he sucked purple and red marks on sensitive buds – breaking some of your capillaries from the pressure. A pain you enjoyed and would marvel at the sight left behind in days to come.
Sebastian’s hand diving straight for your entrance, making sure you were still slick as ever for him – and he wasn’t left disappointed. A smirk coming across his face when he saw you flinch from the overstimulation – so sensitive after being denied and tortured before. Sebastian grabbed at your face, his hand squashing your lips together as he came face to face with you.
“Are you going to take us both like the good girl you are?” Chris finishing his assault on your tits to come up and look at your face practically drain of all colour at the thought of having both their cocks buried deep inside you.
“Uhh huh” you moaned around the gag nodding your head with innocent eyes, Sebastian chuckling almost devilishly as Chris rolled onto his back – bring you with him. pulling your chest down flat against his.
Chris was quick to maneuver his cock to your entrance, unable to do so yourself considering your arms were bound behind your back in the same neutral rope used in both scenes before.
“Uhh-!” you moaned so beautifully in his ear, eyes rolling as he pushed himself further and further into your incredibly tight fuck hole. Chris was biting his bottom lip as he lifted his hips just the slightest of bits to bottom out inside you, so snug and tight around his shaft – he could feel every pulse and shutter you made at the feeling of being so full – but not full enough.
As Chris started a slow thrust into your pussy, Sebastian kneeled behind the two of you, stroking his own length with one of his hand and rubbing as much lube as he possibly could around your puckering tight ass hole. The feeling of Sebastian pressing his fingers around your ass made you want to cum then and there on the spot – but you knew what he was working up to, and you were so ready to feel so full.
As soon as you felt Sebastian’s hand come to rest on your bound arms and Chris’s hands squeeze against your ass cheeks – you knew it was about to happen. Soon enough the feeling of Sebastian pressing his tip inside your ass flooded every part of your body and you let our the most pornographic moan you had ever done, even some of the crew who were filing were stunned to hear you moan so beautifully as Sebastian pressed his cock further inside your incredibly tight ass.
“UUHH--!” tears of pleasure were now starting to roll down your cheeks and Chris realised that he had achieved his goal in giving you something to cry about. Both Sebastian and Chris now balls deep inside you, one cock inside your ass, another pressing against your cervix – it was a feeling like no other and you couldn’t control your moans and whimpers of pleasure.
Not being able to tell them how you felt due to the ball gag hindering you from speaking, you could only tell them through your cries of pleasure. And they could only say so much to you during the process as well, not able to take things to a personal level like calling your name. all Chris wanted to do at the very moment he saw your eyes roll was tell you how pretty you looked and all Sebastian wanted to do when he felt himself bottom out was let you know how fucking amazing you are at taking two large cocks inside you at the same time – but they couldn’t, contractually. Because it's porn and there are no relations in BDSM.
“Do you like the way we feel?” Sebastian asked at the very moment Chris spanked your ass.
“UHH!” you replied, spit dripping from your chin onto Chris’s chest as they fucked you at different speeds. Sebastian slow and steady in your tight ass while Chris went all in, thrusting mercilessly into your dripping cunt.
“Do you want that gag out of your mouth? Chris asked as he looked over your shoulder at Sebastian who was literal milliseconds away from blowing his load in your ass. You could only nod furiously – no noise escaping past your lips as you felt the familiar coil within you tighten as you enjoyed being used by two of the most renowned Dominants in the porn community.
Sebastian uncliped the gag, throwing it away and you couldn’t hold back any longer, screaming out how much you wanted to cum, how good it felt to be so full and stretched and how much you wanted them to flood you with everything they had.
“Please let me cum!” you cried looking down at Chris as you felt Sebastian’s hand come down on your right ass cheek.
“No” Chris hissed as he slammed into you, his hand coming to wrap around your throat as Sebastian continuously spanked your ass – causing you to let out tiny “Ah’s” every time his slightly calloused hand made contact with your red raw skin.
“Please, sir! C-can I cum!” you cried again, begging to feel the release, the pleasure, the euphoria.
Sebastian looked down at Chris with a nod of approval and Chris did the same, both about to shoot their thick hot spurts of cum deep inside you.
“You can cum but tell us what you are” Chris ordered and without a second to think you were creaming around his cock, pulsing like crazy around his shaft as you fell even more lifeless into his chest.
“I’m a f-fucking cum slut!!”
As you came Sebastian felt your ass tighten around his shaft and that was enough to throw him overboard – spilling his hot creamy mess inside your deep stretched out ass hole. Chris doing the same, only into your tight cunt, his load mixing around with yours as you trembled between the two of them – completely fucked out and exhausted.
As you got ready, covered your body in coconut oil and fixed your hair and makeup you exited the studio bathroom greeted by Sebastian and Chris who were once again – fully clothed and staring intensely at you. you could only raise an eyebrow in confusion to their weird behaviour.
“Do we need to redo a shot? I swear if that’s what you're asking me we’ll have to do it another time because…”
“Take this” Sebastian interrupted you, handing you a piece of paper that had both Chris and Sebastian’s personal numbers written down. “I’m a man of my word and you were a very good girl Lila” you couldn’t stop the smile from coming over your face or the red crimson colour that flushed your cheeks.
“I already have the company’s number? Why would you give me your personal numbers?” you asked, still confused – most likely from being exhausted and ever so sore.
“I never once said we wanted to work with you again – you made that assumption on your own, I just went along with it,” Sebastian explained, but you still didn’t get it and that’s where Chris stepped in to clear things up.
“What Sebastian’s trying to say is we’d love to see you again, maybe on a personal call next time – just us three and no sets?” you looked at Chris, your jaw almost hitting the ground.
“Mouth closed Lila, you’ll catch flies” Sebastian chuckled at your reaction. You instantly turned to face him more as you answered.
“Oh bite me Stan” you hissed jokingly as you giggled.
“That a yes though?” Chris asked inquisitively – waiting for your response as your mind pondered the potential ramifications of a personal relationship or whatever this could be outside of the professional environment.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
One year later.
“And how did you manage to score this gig beautiful?” Sebastian asked, winking as you sauntered into the break room. Leaning against the countertop - Sebastian’s eyes were trained on the way the black lace corset your wore hugged your curvy silhouette in all the right places. Your hair pulled back in a slick as all hell ponytail and your makeup done to perfection. it was your mask, nobody could see how nervous you were underneath the thick layer of foundation that hid every pour and every imperfection. Everybody except Sebastian, he’d seen you at the lowest of lows. You were as easy to read as a children’s book.
“I guess someone pretty generous recommended me for the job” you were quick to stand before his tall stature, instantly feeling smaller than the man who would soon be sitting pretty behind a camera as he watched you dominate his best friend, Chris. “don’t pretend you didn’t have anything to do with it, I heard you and Chris last week talking about how I needed to get back into the game.” Walking two of your fingers up from his lower abdomen to his chest – sadly clothed with a minimalistic white button-up. A real shame, you liked him better shirtless.
“You’re gonna be great” Sebastian purred, a small smirk gliding across his slightly scuffed cheeks as he watched you lick your lips with such confidence. The red a nice pop of colour amongst the sea of different tones of black that adorned your body.
“I am great, Stan, always have been always will be.” Sebastian's hands coming to pull you closer by your plump ass – clothed in the leather skin-tight pants you had brought for the occasion. Wanting something to make you feel extra confident for your main return. This would be the biggest shoot since your not so amazing sub sense with Ryan cherry-Louise, the good for nothing low life who nearly killed you with his vicious brutality. Safe to say he was never allowed to show his face in the industry again – blacklisted for life.
Long story short, it didn’t go well. Either the guy wasn’t given the changes or he ignored them. And he clearly didn’t know how to actually deal with a submissive. You left the shoot that day feeling used, and useless, like you weren’t good enough. You were in so much pain from hot wax and whippings and pinching, so deep in subspace you couldn’t think properly.
Four days later, neither Sebastian or Chris had heard from you. You hadn’t read their messages or answered their calls and to say they were worried was an understatement. Sebastian had spoken to someone in the industry the day after you and Ryan filmed, and they said that the guy was a piece of shit. So naturally, they went to your house. The second you opened the door they both went into full panic mode, you were so clearly in subdrop, far deeper than either of them had seen you, and to be quite honest you were just a mess. The wax in your hair was enough to indicate you hadn’t even showered since the shoot.
You had whip marks all down your back, and both Sebastian and Chris were immediately pissed, knowing full well that you explicitly said no whipping anywhere but your ass, chest and legs in all your contracts because it’s too much for you when filming. The welts looked red raw and close to infection.
‘Can you look at me Lila? Sebastian cooed, waiting for you to turn and make eye contact, mumbling a good girl to your saddened expression when you did, ‘Chris is gonna get in a shower with you okay, help clean you up all good for us, and help treat those marks yeah? I’m gonna make some phone calls, okay , beautiful?’ Your small nod was enough, Sebastian gently leaned down and picked you up, walking to your ensuite.
While Chris helped you shower, Sebastian, on the other hand, was making phone calls to every possible industry person he could think of, ensuring that the piece of shit never worked another fucking day in his life. People asked why, and he sharply explained that the guy had left you, a professional, Lila fucking Lavender, uncared for, injured and in subspace, safe to say everyone was appropriately horrified and pissed off. But it wasn’t an easy comeback. You almost left the industry entirely. But Sebastian had other plans.
“Why don’t you remind me how great you are?” Sebastian groaned as he leaned in to close the gap between the two of you – his hand wrapping around your ponytail, giving it a slight tug as you ghosted his lips. His perfect lips that had many times before been wrapped around your throbbing clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves that he loved to tease.
“You’re just the cameraman today, someone else gets to have all the fun.”
“Fun huh, is that what you call it?” Sebastian teased before he spun you around, whisking you up and placing you on the countertop – standing between your legs as he smashed his lips against yours. hungry for your touch, not wanting to wait any longer than a second to feel your lips on his. His cock aching with desire for you. tongues dancing with one another in the desperate and needy moment.
Your hand came to wrap around his neck, constricting his airways slightly – enough for him to stop his assault on your mouth and open his eyes, pulling away from you slightly as he shivered under your touch – your control.
“You do as I say this time Seb” applying more pressure to his neck as he moaned and shut his eyes. “And I say get behind the camera and try not to cream your pants.” Running your tongue across Sebastian's swollen bottom lip you felt him tremble. A small giggle escaping your mouth as you oh so enjoyed the way you felt so in control.
“I’ll deal with you when we get home, you and your other half too” you smirked, pushing Sebastian away softly as you hopped off the countertop, swaying your hips with confidence as you looked back over your shoulder.
“Depending on how much trouble he gives me, something tells me I'll be gagging his submissive ass.”
As much as you enjoyed being a submissive – especially for your favourite dynamic duo, you couldn’t help the feeling you got when you were dominating. You loved a good workday which consisted of back to back girl on girl BDSM scenes, you knew how to please just as much as you knew how to tease. But it had been a while since you had really gotten your feet wet. You had dipped a toe in here and there, worked with a few friends and written a few scenes up but this would be your first day back as a permanent on the list of Kinks employees – if that’s what you could call yourself.
After having cooled yourself off from your heated moment with Sebastian, you checked yourself in the mirror once more before you sauntered out to the set, a very tied and bound Chris Evans awaiting your entrance – for someone who never subbed he was extremely excited to have you be his dominatrix for this evening. Honestly, a blessing if he was being honest – he’d watched your work, seen your skills but he’d never experienced it in all the time you’d particularly lived together.
Ever since you’d met Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans, the relationship you shared grew quicker than the blink of an eye - you were honestly a power trio. Although you had an apartment of your own you found yourself spending more and more time in either Sebastian’s or Chris’s bed - sharing you, like their little toy. But a very loved and cared for toy.
Chris sent a devilish smirk your way, you noticed his hard cock twitch against his perfectly chiselled lower abdomen as you walked closer towards him. His wrist and ankles tied to the wooden chair surrounded by a few studio lights and your selection of torturous toys.
With Sebastian situated behind the camera, on-site reading Chris’s face for his signs of distress - a job he saw pointless due to the fact you would never go too far. You cared too much, especially since your mistreatment. You always made sure to triple check the sense, read the contract twice, memorise the do’s and dont’s and recite the safe word. Chris was no exception to the rule.
“And what do we have here?” You Purred. Running your nails up Chris’s arm that were tied behind his back to the old wooden chair. “Isn’t this a twisted turn of events” your smile was wicked and beaming with glee. You were so excited to tease and torture Chris Fucking Evans after all the times he’d denied you.
He didn’t speak when you wrapped your hand around his thick throat - whispering in his ear.
“Why don’t you tell everybody who I am Chris?” Forcing him to look up into the camera as the hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention.
“Mistress' ' he whined. The same hand that restricted his airways coming up to slap his slightly scruffy cheek softly - but still with enough force to leave a sting in its path.
“Aren’t you a good little boy?” You teased - the sound of your heels clicking against the floor as you sauntered around him. Dropping down before him to get eye level with his cock. The cock which had destroyed you many times prior.
Wrapping a hand around his shaft as the camera panned - Chris let out a timid hiss. Your hand cold against the vein that ran from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. The same tip that was red and sensitive as you circled your finger softly around it.
“S’okay Chris, tell mistress what you want” you cooed as you started your slow stocks - beginning to milk Chris’s cock. He hadn’t cum in a week. A requirement for a submissive sense like this. His balls were already so tight, so full. Your other hand coming up to softly fondle them as you bobbed down in front of him - balancing on your heels.
“Wanna cum m-mistress” Chris sighed - his head leaning back as he exhaled deeply. The feeling of your hand working his cock feeling like heaven. But you stopped.
“Not so fast” you hissed, coming up to squeeze Chris’s cheeks together as you straddled his lap - his cock sitting nicely between your thighs. “Suck” you ordered as you shoved your index finger into his mouth - Chris’s tongue working circles around the digit.
“Your my toy” you spat, making sure Chris’s eyes never left yours - remembering to read him, make sure he was okay. He was most definitely okay - his only problem was holding back his load, already ready to explode with the softest touch. “I own you, you’ll cum when I say and when I say it better be a big load I mean it or else I’m putting you in a cage” pulling your finger out of his mouth as you pushed off. “Understand!?”
“Yes, mistress!” Chris sighed as you walked away - his cock twitching for your touch as he watched you go through all your toys - only settling for the gag. A smirk dawned on your face as you sauntered back and placed the red ball in Chris’s mouth from behind him - securing it in place before working quickly to wrap your hand around his length and begin your milking process.
Chris’s moans filled the room. They echoed off the walls and made your clit tingle between your legs. It wasn’t every day you got the opportunity to dominate over Chris Evans- his best friend was the reason behind it. Sebastian having set the entire thing up with kink, knowing that you needed something special to help bring you back.
But he was jealous - oh so jealous of his best friend. Watching from behind the camera as you made Chris squirm - practically try and jump from his restraints. Twitching and whining as you teased his sensitive cock.
Sebastian wished it was him, wished so badly that he was the one under your control. He had started to believe his feelings ran deeper than the initial attraction he had to you, having gotten to know you over the prolonged period of time. Having helped you recover and get back to normal. He was desperate to get his hands on you, a jealous ball forming in the pit of his stomach as he watched on.
“Are you gonna cum for me Chris? Huh, you gonna cum all over my hand?” You teased as you continued jerking Chris off. His arms near bursting through the ropes as his entire body tightened. The vein in his neck bulging as his face turned a pastel shade of red. He was ready to blow.
“You hold it, you don’t have my permission to cum” squeezing Chris’s balls as he whimpered. He couldn’t control it - his cock twitching uncontrollably as a tiny spirt left his tip. “Naughty boy” you sighed, letting go and standing up completely as you shook your head. Watching Chris cum - ruining the first orgasm he’d had in a week.
A little saliva had dripped down his scruffed chin from the gag - you couldn’t help it. Smirking as you ran your finger through the mess he made on his perfectly toned abdomen - collecting some as your other hand worked to release the gag.
“Taste” you ordered as Chris took your index finger in his mouth again - only this time it was not only the taste of you he was swallowing, it was his own cum. His mess. “Good— boy” you ran your hand through his slightly sweaty hair. His eyes filled with the need for praise. “You made such a mess for mistress, but I forgive you” Chris’s eyes closed with relief as he found comfort in your words. A smirk plastered on your face as you ran your manicured thumb across his bottom lip - smearing his cum across it like gloss.
“But you’re still getting the cage”
Lila !!” Chris screamed as you ran into the house, squealing as he was hot on your heels. “Get it off!”
“No! You came without permission Chris fucking deal. with. it!” You shouted as you ran into the kitchen - a butter knife in your hand as Chris rounded the corner after you. Eyes wide when he saw you had a weapon.
“Really? Kinda over dramatic don’t you think?” His eyebrow raised as he stood there - watching your face turn upwards slightly into that smug smirk.
“I’ll do it” you teased. “Don’t tempt me, Evans”
“Just unlock the fucking thing! It hurts! I need to fucking jerk off because you just had to be a bitch and ruin it!” Chris pleaded as you laughed.
“Alright! Alright, I’ll take it off” you tried talking as you caught your breath, still laughing at Chris’s predicament. You sauntered down the hall into Chris’s room - fishing the key from your back pocket as he raced in after you. Unbuckling his belt as he walked.
“You’re evil, you know that right?” He sighed as his dress pants dropped to his knees, his briefs quickly following as Chris stood in front of you as you sat comfortably cross-legged on the side of his bed. “Just you wait till tomorrow princess” he smirked as you worked to unlock the metal cage that clothed his flaccid cock.
“Oh yeah? Talk dirty to me Evans, tell me more” you raised an eyebrow at Chris. Biting your bottom lip as you slid the cage from his cock. Instantly his member started to thicken, started to grow as the blood rushed through his veins down to the place he needed it most.
Chris’s hand went straight for his shaft, gripping his recently freed member with a sigh of relief as he began pumping himself - standing before you. It was most definitely a sight you’d never get tired of.
“Need some help?” You offered as you reached out to grab his balls, playing with them softly as Chris groaned in response - not sure if he should allow it or deny it.
“N-no” he stuttered. “Still mad at you” he breathed out as you uncrossed your legs and got off the bed, Chris wasting no time in taking your place.
“You’re such a baby Chris, maybe learn to last a little longer?” You teased as you threw the cock cage up in the air before catching it. Like a baseball.
“Fuck you Lila ” Chris laughed as he pumped his shaft near aggressively fast. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip - holding back a small moan as you watched his hand move up and down His beautiful thick cock, the tip so pink and sensitive from your recent torture.
“Tomorrow” is all you said before you shut Chris’s door - only to run straight into Sebastian.
“Jesus Sebastian! Give a girl a fucking heart attack!” You held your chest feeling your heart beating at an incredible rate.
“You were right” his voice was low and raspy as he walked closer to you - pushing you up against the wall as one of his hands held your hip while the other softly wrapped around your throat. Something he knew you loved more than anything. “You are great, but I think I want a demonstration” his lips attached themselves to your neck right below your ear. Sending a flood wave of arousal to your core. If there wasn’t already a tsunami there after seeing Chris get himself off.
“I’ll need a volunteer, ” you whispered as Sebastian picked you up. Your lips meeting his in a lust-filled kiss. His tongue dancing with yours as he blinding carried you away from Chris’s bedroom door back to his. where you would spend the night in a twisted mess of limbs and sheets.
Sex was your job. It’s what paid your bills and provided you with all your nice materialistic things. Sex was different on and off camera - even if you only ever had sex with the same two people for the past few months.
It was no secret in the industry that since your horrid treatment with Ryan that you had gone exclusive with the pair of best friends and them? You. If one company wanted to book you for a scene? They either booked Sebastian or Chris or both. Kink had signed you on as a permanent but they still allowed you to book jobs with other porn companies as long as it didn’t conflict with your standing schedule. Which led you to this... two scenes... one day.
“So I’m a student and you're playing what? My teachers?” you asked as you read over the plot for your first shoot. something for CUM4K. not typically your style but Sebastian had always encouraged you to branch out and take on projects you normally wouldn’t. he wanted you to feel comfortable in the industry again – and what better way than to feel comfortable by taking a job with Sebastian Stan where he gets to fuck you one on one?
“Pretty sure that’s what the script said” he mumbled as he turned right – something Sebastian did that was always a weird turn on was the way he only drove with one hand. He’d turn the wheel with his palm and it always looked so effortless. “I’ve never worked for them before so it’ll be a first for both of us.”
Sebastian was right, it was a first for the both of you. There were no ropes or whips. Not chains or gags. Just a set that looked like a classroom. You walked around the set for a moment while the camera crew set up their stations. This was different. It made you incredibly nervous. But you had Sebastian and if you knew anything it was that not only would he fuck you good but he’d take care of you.
“Ready?” Sebastian asked as his hand fell to the small of your back.
“As i'll ever be, let's do this” You giggled. Sebastian leaned down to place a small kiss to the apple of your cheek – leaving a rush of heat in its wake.
The camera rolled and you entered the room. Two pigtails atop your head as a skanky school girl outfit clothed your curvy silhouette. a cherry lollipop in between you recently glossed lips. Sebastian sat behind the teacher's desk looking all kinds of mad. Furrowing his eyebrows as you swayed your hips, walking towards your designated desk.
This was detention yet you looked overly excited to be here.
“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Stan I was taking care of an issue I had.” You giggled as you pulled the lollipop from your mouth with an overexaggerated pop.
“No talking Miss. Lavender” he growled. “Just pull out your work and get started.”
You did as we were told with a smirk plastered on your face. The cameras zooming in as you pulled out a body wand from your bag. Sebastian’s eyes widening at the sight. He knew what was happening, but Sebastian knew how to work a character for the sake of the camera.
“What the hell is that” he snarled, getting up from behind his desk and walking over to where you sat. a giggling mess.
“What I’d usually work with at home?” you said with a curious tone. “wanna see what I’ve taught myself Mr.Stan?” you asked as you got up from your seat and walked over to his desk – you ass cheeks practically hanging out of the tiny plaid school skirt. In any normal situation, the teacher would stop you, most likely get the principle involved and have you expelled for trying to seduce a teacher. However, this was pron. And anything can happen in porn.
You sat on top of the desk and spread your legs, revealing you had no panties on. The ‘issue’ you had previously mentioned being you had soaked them thinking of all the things you’d do to Sebastian. your ‘teacher’. Biting your bottom lip you placed the vibrator in between your soaked folds on high speed. Causing your thighs to tremble and your jaw to open wide.
“Ohh—fuck!” you moaned as the camera panned to capture you in all your beauty. Masturbating on the teacher's desk in detention like the little schoolgirl slut you were pretending to be. Sebastian growing harder in his slacks as he approached you.
“I guess I could think of another type of punishment, something more tailored to your needs Miss. Lavender.” Sebastian said as he watched you tremble at the feeling of the vibrations right against your clit. His hands working to unbutton the white button-up shirt you wore reveal you weren’t wearing a bra. Your perky tits on full display.
Dipping his head with a soft moan Sebastian attached his lips to your nipple – his hand smacking your other tit. A sharp stinging sensation radiating over the skin his hand had contacted.
“Yes-!” you moaned and you worked yourself towards your first orgasm. Moving your hips in motion with the vibrator as Sebastian continued his assault on your chest. His tongue rolling over the perky buds as you moaned at the approach of your first orgasm - the vibrator doing its job and doing it quickly.
“Yess sir! Watch me cum for you” you moaned as Sebastian watched with dark eyes as you came for him. He hadn’t even touched you yet.
With a quick change in positions and a little editing the next thing you knew you were on your back - legs thrown up over Sebastian’s shoulders as he tapped his cock against your clit.
“I bet your so fucking tight Miss. Lavender? How about I test that theory?” Sebastian moaned as he slid his cock inside your pussy. Your head fell back as he bottomed out - only giving you a few seconds to stretch out before he began thrusting his now arousal coated cock in and out of your slick folds.
“Ugh—! Fuck yes—!” He moaned.
“God fuck Mr Stan h-harder!” You whimpered as you reached to rub your clit. Already one orgasm deep you were oh so sensitive. Your wish was Sebastian’s command, he fastened his pass and began fucking deeper and harder into you - but you still needed more. With one quick motion - Sebastian pulled out, leaving your pussy fluttering around thin air. He pulled you up off the desk and laid himself down on his back - gesturing for you to hope on top. So you did. With your back to Sebastian’s chest, he slid himself back inside you - holding your legs up under your knees and connecting his hands behind your head. Fucking fast and hard into your stretched out cunt.
“Oohhh m-my god!!” You whimpered as you rubbed your clit. “Mr Stan!!!”
“You love this fucking cock don’t you baby girl? Always such a slut, I know you’ve been with nearly every teacher here” he growled in your ear - feeling you clenching around him he knew you were close. So was he, he was gonna spill a load inside you for that close up he knew they needed. It was their brand after all.
“None as good as your sir!” Your legs trembled and Sebastian bucked his hips - his balls so tight as he twitched, spilling his seed deep inside your fucked out pussy as you worked yourself to squirt. So much liquid spilled from you as Sebastian fucked his cum into you as you rubbed your fingers across your throbbing clit. It was such an intense orgasm. Two to be exact.
“Mmmm show them how much cum you took you fucking slut” Sebastian sighed as he slowly pulled out - the camera zooming in to see his cum dripping from your core. Near white from the volume he produced. “Push it out of them” Sebastian ordered and you did just that. Pushing his cum from your core. A thick cream pie before someone yelled cut.
You and Sebastian booked it through the lobby of kink - not even stopping to wave at the receptionist who directed you both to the elevator that would take you to the floor Chris was already waiting on. Both barely dressed after you had raced out of the shoot with the CUM4K crew.
Once in the elevator - you both let out a sigh as you looked at the time. You still had six minutes to spare.
“See! Told you we’d make it!” You laughed as you leaned against the wall.
“You’re still dripping cum Lila and I didn’t get to make sure you were alright before we had to leave” Sebastian ran his hand through his hair as he cornered you. Resting his forehead against yours. “Are you alright?”
“Promise I’m fine, that was so vanilla Sebastian” you bit your lip as you watched his eyes scan every inch of your face. “You really care though don’t you?” You asked as you parted your lips.
“I think I’m falling for you, more than I should be” Sebastian admitted as the evaluator continued its journey up.
“I think, maybe I am too” your eyes close as Sebastian leaned in for a soft peck. A kiss of difference, it wasn’t full of lust... but love.
Before you could really begin to comprehend what was happening the elevator dinged and doors went flying open - letting you both know you had one more job to finish before you could even begin to discuss the nature of your friendship or relationship? Whatever you’d call porn stars who fuck not only for money but off the clock as well, and are incredibly close friends.
As you both walked towards Chris who sighed with relief when he saw you both - you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his frustrated demeanour.
“One” he started as he pointed to you. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out and two!” He pointed to Sebastian. “The fuck are you guys late for? That shoot should’ve been done an hour ago?” Sebastian laughed as he made up an excuse, a small jab at you.
“This one wouldn’t get off my dick bro s’not my fault”
“Oh! You wish Mr.Stan” you teased as you walked away towards the bathroom to freshen up - leaving both Sebastian and Chris to stare at your ass as you walked away.
“Did you tell her?” Chris asked as he wrapped an arm around Sebastian who only sighed.
“Kinda” is all he said before the producer came over for a quick rundown. Sebastian wished he had more time, but he knew he’d have all the time in the world to tell you how he really felt after he fucked your brains out with Chris.
When you first worked with the pair of best friends, Sebastian read through a list of questions he needed to know. If you were over 18? Your safe word? Your preferences? Your dislikes? Things off-limits? He knew everything now. They both did. So with every scene you did together they got to skip that part.
“This good?” Chris asked as he tightened the rope.
“Going soft on me Chris? You can tighten more” you teased. You liked the banter you and Chris could throw around. But he had a look in his eyes that said he had plans.
“Oh,” he said as he tightened the rope “I’m definitely not soft”
The scene started with you on your knees. Naked and blindfolded - your wrist tied in front of you with the classic bondage rope all three of you preferred to use.
Chris walked over to you with a devilish smirk plastered across his beautiful face. His scruff making him look so much more irresistible. But Chris had a bone to pick. He was ready to dish out what you had served him yesterday.
Crouching down beside you, you already knew it was Chris - you couldn’t see him but you could smell the minty freshness of his breath. Remembering the mints he’d eaten right before shooting began.
“Look at you,” he snarled as he reached out to grab your chin. Only for you to pull away. You were feeling extra bratty. You were already fucked out from Sebastian and your patients had begun to wear increasingly thin.
Chris squashed your cheeks together - forcing your lips to pucker as he drew you closer to him.
“Are you gonna be a fucking good girl? Or am I gonna have to show you what happens to naughty little girls who don’t do as they're told?” He hissed before he spat in your face - pushing you away. Grabbing you by your hair and standing up. “Up!” He hissed as you got up on your feet - your heels clicking against the marble concrete.
You felt Chris suspend you with something - hooking your wrist on either side of something. You didn’t know it at the time but you’d find out later when watching the footage back that it was a giant hook. Without your heels on you wouldn’t be able to touch the ground.
“Now, I’m gonna ask again” his voice was lower. Softer as you listened to him. He was walking around you - you could hear the position of his voice changing. But you didn’t answer. Bad move. Because when you didn’t answer Chris slapped your bare chest with one of his favourite whips.
“Ah! Y-yes! I’ll be good!” You cried. The sting radiating over your chest sending a wave of arousal dripping down your thigh. But someone was there to catch it - someone slowly dragged their index finger up the inside of your thigh before tapping your chin. Asking you to open your mouth which you happily did.
It was Sebastian. His arousal coated finger sliding past your plump lips. “Good girl” he whispered as you tasted yourself before he pulled away. Chris hitting you once again with the whip.
“Why don’t you tell everybody who I am, Lila ?” Chris smirked as he asked you the same question you asked him yesterday. When you were in control.
“Mmm, sir!”
“Very good, Seb give her a treat” Chris ordered as Sebastian picked up one of your legs - a vibrator on low-speed dancing against your clit.
“Ohhhh yes—!” You sighed as you let your head dip. Sebastian slowly moved the vibratory around hitting all the right points of pleasure - tingling in your feet to the tight sensation in your thighs.
Sebastian turned up the intensity as you squirmed - Chris lightly slapping your chest in a few consecutive whips as Sebastian held you around your stomach. Stopping you from moving.
Once again he turned up the speed - holding it right against your clit as your muscles tightened and breathing hitched in your throat.
“Uuuhhhh—! Fuck, please! Please, sir!” You begged. “Make me c-cum”
You could feel it. You were about to cum, already? No, they fucking wouldn’t - you held it for as long as you could. The feeling so painful as you held back your orgasm - only for Sebastian to pull away seconds before you combusted.
“You aren’t gonna cum, understand princess?” Chris growled as he untied the blindfold - Sebastian working to lower the hook so you were down on your knees with your arms still above your head. “What’s gonna happen now? is while I fuck that pretty pussy of yours Sebastian’s gonna fuck your sassy ass mouth - put it to some good use” Chris chuckled as he walked away. Only to return with a big silver butt plug.
“But you’ll be wearing this too.”
A close up of Chris slowly stretching your puckering ass with the butt plug opened the next scene. He had already positioned himself underneath you reversed cowgirl style. His fingers working to slowly glide the silver bud shaped plug into your ass as you moaned from the pleasure of being so stretched. So full.
Sebastian, on the other hand, was just inches away from your face - his dangerously hard cock throbbing at the thought of being inside your mouth for what felt like the 20th time today. But he would never get over the way your lips felt wrapped around his girth. When he saw Chris had successfully placed to plug inside your tight ass Sebastian grabbed onto the back of your head and tapped his tip along your bottom lip - asking you to open your pretty little mouth so he could fuck your face.
You accepted, and Sebastian wasted no time. He shoved his cock deep inside your throat. Forcing you to produce excess silica that coated his cock - that even if he pulled away would leave lines connecting your lips to his tip. Your eyes watered as you gaged and moaned. Sebastian was huge and you needed time to adjust your throat to his size. But soon enough? You felt him sliding down the back of your throat with ease.
“Yes Lila, oh fuck! Your mouth is so fucking good babe!” he moaned. Teeth clenched together as he closed his eyes and thrust his hips back and forth - keeping your head still with his hands.
Meanwhile, as Sebastian used your mouth as he personal fuck hole - getting himself off to the feeling of his cock begging buried in your throat - Chris circled the tip of his throbbing cock around your entrance. Only to allow you to sink down on his shaft when he bucked his hips slightly.
“Fu—!” You gagged around Sebastian’s cock. The feeling of Chris and the plug making you feel so incredibly full. It was euphoric.
With one quick slap to your ass, Chris began fucking up into you. He could feel Sebastian’s cum still costing your walls from the previous scene you two had done. It made him fuck you faster, harder.
“My fucking god you’re a tight little thing” he moaned as he fucked into you - his cock being coated in a mixture of your own arousal and Sebastian's previous load.
It was a sight, to say the least. Chris Evans fucking up into you - Sebastian Stan fucking your throat. All the while your ass was being stretched by a silver plug that seemed to work itself deeper inside you whenever Chris bottomed out. However? This was only a warm-up. If you knew these two at all you knew there would be more. More torture, more toys.
“Ahh—! Fuck I’m gonna cum Chris, stop for a second so I can give her a pretty facial” Sebastian ordered as Chris bottomed out - stilling himself inside you while Sebastian jerked his cock right in your face till his load was spewing out all over your flushed tear-stained face. “So pretty Lila ” he cooed as you took his load.
When the camera panned back to you after Chris and Sebastian had untied and retired you in a different set - they found you on a table. Legs held apart by the same rope that had previously tired your wrists. Your tailbone right on the edge of the table - sensitive and fucked out pussy on full display for the camera. Arms held down by the cuffs that were bolted to the table.
It was so easy for Sebastian to slide his cock inside your slick folds.
“Mmmm fuck!” You sighed as he slowly pushed himself out before slapping his tip against your clit.
“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, slowly burying himself again as Chris stepped behind you. Reaching over the clasp some nipple clamps onto your perky buds. The chain heavy as he tugged on it.
“Answer him!” Chris growled before he slightly slapped your cheek.
“Yes! Yes, fuck me please sir!” You begged. You had already been denied an orgasm once. Sebastian thrust his hips back before slamming them forward - holding onto your thighs to gain more leverage as he fucked his cock deeper inside you.
Chris sitting at your head reaching over to press the vibrator against your clit while he simultaneously played with the heavy chain that connected your nipples.
“Ahhh!! My god! Fu—“ you screamed. Sebastian’s cock pushing the plug that still called your ass home deeper inside you with every thrust.
“Such a little cock whore” Sebastian moaned as he slapped your thigh, earning himself a wince from you.
“You're our little slut aren’t you Lila, all ours?” Chris asked right next to your ear - letting go of the chain to twist your head to face him. “Aren’t you!?” He asked again. You bit your lips as you shook your head yes. Unable to speak due to feeling so full. Your clit on fire from the overstimulation.
“Open” Chris ordered. You opened your mouth only for him to spit straight inside it. “Good girl, Sebastian make her cum” it didn’t take much for Sebastian to speed up his thrust. His balls slapping against the curve of your ass as he fucked hard into you. Chris turned the vibrator up to full ball as he tugged on the heavy silver link chain.
Your eyes rolled and back arched, hands curling into fists as your breath hitches in your throat.
“Fuck fuck fuck yes—-! M’c-cumming!” You creamed as your body shook. Sebastian pulled out at just the right time before you gushed everywhere - squirting intensity in one long stream as Chris worked the vibrator on your clit. Your orgasm forcing your walls to clench around nothing.
“Uhh, fuck thank you, sir, thank you!” You sighed as you started to come down. Knowing that the scene was drawing to a close. Camera’s fading as Chris and Sebastian steps aside for the camera to get a close up of you. All fucked out and extremely tired.
When you walked in the door of Sebastians and Chris’s home later that evening. You were sore, tired and just wanted to go to bed. But either Sebastian or Chris could let that happen - not without showering you with praise and affection and reassuring you how no matter what you were always their good girl.
It was different when you were a dominant - you felt an overwhelming sense of power, but the second you switched into a submissive? It’s like you need all the affection you could get - and ever since you were treated so poorly? It had gotten worse. Much worse.
But Chris and Sebastian knew how to handle you, knew you’d want a bath, some chocolate, a massage and tones of affection. And Chris was kind enough to let Sebastian take over the workload for this evening. Giving him that much needed time to spill his guts about how he’d fallen for you. Hard.
After an hour-long bath together and some cuddles in his bed, Sebastian finally asked the question that had been bugging him since the little elevator moment you two shared.
“Hey, gorgeous?” He cooed, running his hand through your damp hair as you laid between his legs - head in his lap.
“Hmm?” You responded, so tired from all the fucking you’d done on camera. Nearly 100k between the two scenes alone.
“Do you wanna be more?”
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snappleapple · 12 months ago
their favorite types of kisses
people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity
the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written
warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)
word count - 2k
a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!
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dream -
i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses
he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height
“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”
ends up with you not giving him his kiss
and mans becomes SO pouty
“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(
if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny
“why won’t you KISS ME!”
clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty
slamming the door to your room
so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants
his face is slammed into your pillow
you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair
leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes
“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”
will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him
taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses
when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses
does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you
in other words, clingy but rude hoe
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george -
george is a classic romantic
he loves just lip kisses
pecks or lingering ones
he doesn’t care
mans don’t need too many kisses
nor does he need to be too clingy
total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*
if he wants a kiss,
he will come over to you and get it
doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy
just waits patiently
doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing
when you’re watching a movie with him,
he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile
and listen to your every criticism of the movie
he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it
and you’re just not surprised anymore
just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk
overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection
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sapnap -
sapnap just vibes with neck kisses
it tickles his neck and he loves them
giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red
“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word
but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world
“i was joking.” :(
when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you
would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss
just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses
very amusing for you
and you love to tease him
“i don’t want to give you kissies.”
continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies
lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe
you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap
sadnap :(
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wilbur -
wilbur, wilbur, wilbur
what can i even say
total nose kiss guy
i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven
asks stupid questions just to get your attention
“yes wilbur?”
“is a hotdog a sandwich?”
“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”
if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack
he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose
not too clingy but not too distant
likes to be just right with you
if its snowy outside and your noses get red
makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph
just a lot of smooches from wilby
takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city
and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration
if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is
substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone
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punz -
i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go
punz loves hand kisses
not to an extent where he has a hand fetish
god no but just like
when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss
lots of hand holding
and i mean lots
constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much
likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up
also likes to compare hand sizes with you
always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you
even when you go on dates, always holding hands
no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on
sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go
“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”
would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his
he would also love it when you would kiss his hand
makes him feel all polite and precious LOL
would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together
he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY
shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you
afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,
your hand
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c!jschlatt -
jschlatt is a whole mess
the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots
now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable
doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes
“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”
also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you
when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,
you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course
he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to
is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved
likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”
gets SUPER jealous when you hug children
like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you
and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder
gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him
his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute
when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead
pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it
“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”
“you only love me for my kisses?” :(
actually feels slightly bad
“and because of your personality.”
“thank you-“
“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”
in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish
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awesamdude -
sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses
not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture
sam is all about sweetness
i mean have you even seen this man on his stream
he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends
not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way
cause man does he love you
i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does
and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love
“i love you sam!”
“no i love you more y/n!”
“NO i LOVE you more!”
“NO i LOVE you MORE!”
“okay thank you sweet pea.”
leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love
when you cuddle, omg
he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy
when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)
sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system
a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them
you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere
hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him
just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love
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quackity -
mans cannot leave you tf alone
likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you
“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or
“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you
messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane
plays horror games at two in the morning for fun
and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms
“mi amor. i’m scared.”
“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”
“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck
loves you so deeply but HATES your cat
“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”
your cat also HATES alex
scratches him all the time and hisses at him
if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex
“y/n he bit me!”
when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch
“kiss my boo boo.”
“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”
gasps as if you offended him
“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”
this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses
istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches
in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n
always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you
even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex
alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)
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sukirichi · 8 months ago
black magic [02]
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request. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife) + sukuna’s first time with his wife
cw. slight angst, insecurities, lots of making out, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, sukuna worships reader, spitting, cum eating, teasing! sukuna, face-off kamasutra position, soft dom! sukuna, unedited fic, pwp
song inspo. leave the door open (bruno mars)
note. i want a husband sukuna 
part one | part two
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Sukuna gently takes your palm into his, soft and warm lips meeting your bruised knuckles that have seen years of hard work in exorcising curses like him. Uncanny that he showed so much affection to his enemy by nature, treating you with such care and tenderness that shouldn’t have been so possible for an evil creature like him. You’re supposed to love it, be grateful for it, yet his sweet gestures only irritate you, even more so when he retires to bed just like that without even so much sparing a glance your way.
You’ve been married for a year now that you’ve had enough of his confusing gestures towards you. One moment, he was showering you with love, regarding you like you were the light of his life before he’s walking away the next moment and pretending you don’t exist.
He was so infuriating. He would kiss you and hold you, but never touch you or be in the same room with you any longer than an hour. Even in bed, he’s always making sure his back is turned to you, peeling your arms off of him each time you attempt to cuddle him on times it got too cold. It hurts and dwells dangerously at the back of your mind – it would’ve been better if he got angry at you and announced he despised you, but he never did – that his hot and cold nature bothered you more than anything else.
You’ve eventually had enough that you just stopped caring. Barging in during his bath time, your nostrils flare upon seeing your husband so relaxed in the tub. Even after a year of marriage, he’s so unaffected and unaware by your need for him.
He really doesn’t care.
“Little one,” Sukuna blinks as he sits up from the tub, strong arms hanging off the edges of the bed. You admit; he really was beautiful and a desirable man that you couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but crave the one thing you knew you weren’t supposed to have. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you not want me?” you suddenly demand, tears already streaming down your face faster than you would like. Hell, you never wanted to cry in the first place. “Am I not desirable enough for you?”
Sukuna chuckles nervously.
Oh, great, now he’s nervous around you?
“What are you going on about?”
“Don’t act like I don’t know what you’re doing,” you snap, “Every time we go to bed, you always put some distance between us and keep to your side of the bed. You push me away when I try to reach for you and you never touch me or kiss me on the lips. I-I understand this marriage was against your will, but I’m still your wife and I need you, okay?” chest tightening uncomfortably, you place a hand over your poor, aching heart that is further crippled when Sukuna’s face falls. “I just feel like...you’re sickened by me, like you cannot stand to be with me in the same room as me. It makes me feel like...it would’ve been better if I wasn’t here.”
You don’t know what kind of response you’re expecting from him after your outburst, but definitely not him standing up to loom over you. You respectfully avert your eyes from the sinful image of water dripping down his defined body, but it’s too late and he’s too close already that you won’t be surprised if he can hear your heartbeat pumping frantically.
He was large and imposing, truly a terrifying sight right before you especially with his tattoos that trail and wrap all around his muscular thighs, yet you’re not nervous because he could hurt you.
Rather, you’re agitated because he’s so close, so within reach that if you step a little closer, you could easily find the warmth you’ve been dreaming of for so long.
You’re frustrated because you want him though you shouldn’t.
Just then, Sukuna caresses your cheek and pulls the both of you back in the tub with you above him, and him lazily grinning above you. You gasp, abashed, that your clothes were soaked to the brim and it stuck close to your damp skin until it took the shape of your silhouette. Sukuna, on the other hand, is completely unbothered as he eyes your pebbled nipples poking through the thin material of your nightgown and simply drags you forward on his thighs.
“You really have no idea, do you?” he whispers lowly, his long claws carefully tracing down the sides of your jaw. “My innocent, little lamb...the reason I distance myself from you is because every waking day that you are right beside me, my self-restraint thins, and I’m not sure I can hold back a little longer from you taming me,” Sukuna’s dark eyes brims with something unreadable as he holds your gaze. The look he wears is beyond intense that he takes your breath away, literally, and you’re left gaping at him silently. “I push you away because I want you more than anything else, but I respect you and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You-you want me?”
“Clearly, little one, you’re inherently unaware of how captivating you are,” Sukuna says as if if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you shiver at his words – or from the cold water, you don’t really know. “Stop looking at me like you want me to kiss you. I may not stop once I get a taste of you. Like I said before – I won’t touch you unless you asked.”
You do remember him saying that from your first time together, but your head goes blank, and no words leave your lips even as you mouth nonsense.
Sukuna taps your lips. “Speak, little one. You need to use your big girl words.”
“Kiss me,” you vociferated in one breath, desperately clutching on your thighs. “Please.”
For a moment, you think he’s going to push you away as his eyes narrow into suspicion, but soon he’s tugging at your collar to bring you down for a heated kiss. Sukuna is tugging your robes down until your collarbones are exposed, his tongue and lips leaving yours to leave marks and love bites all over the patch of skin instead. You tug at his hair as you crane your neck to the side, succumbing to the undeniable pleasure his warmth and greediness consumes you with.
Grinding down on his groin, you notice he’s already hard. Hard for you, and this realization makes you kiss him back hungrily as you whimper above him.
Sukuna is feverishly sucking on your tongue and pawing at your breasts the next instant before the spell is immediately broken just as it happened. For before you could reciprocate the same amount of eagerness he kissed you with, Sukuna is already sliding you off of him until you’re on the other side of the tub, left staring at him wordlessly with his lips red and swollen.
“Not today, little one. I think that’s enough.”
You hear your heart shatter into pieces. Pride; it was about the only thing you had, but it seemed even that had been taken away from you.
“You really don’t want me.”
Your voice cracked as your eyes began to tear up.
“No, love, that’s not what I meant,” he groans into his hands, “Believe me, I’d spent enough nights sweaty and frustrated knowing I can’t ravish you and have those lush thighs around me already,” waiting for him to continue, Sukuna sighs and holds you closer, though he could only caress your knee right now that you’re wary of getting hurt again. “This is your first time, okay? I want to make it special for you – you’re not experiencing bliss with me if it happens impulsively with you barging in my bath.”
Something like hope lights up inside you.
“Y-you’ll really do that for me?”
“Tch, brat, don’t go all soft on me now. I wouldn’t suggest testing my patience even further,” he playfully flicks your forehead when you tried to kiss him again, but Sukuna is already tilting his cheek to other side before you could. You would’ve been heartbroken again that he’s refused you, but his words held more than reassurance – and so did his uncomfortably hard cock – that all previous insecurities vanished into thin air.
Sukuna grabs you by the waist to plant your feet on the ground outside the tub, carrying you as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll to him. “Now go and get changed. I’ll fuck you another time.”
“Don’t say it like that!”
“My deepest apologies, little one,” he commented sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, though his smile turned genuinely warm the last minute. “I’ll make love to you when you’re ready.”
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He must’ve lied.
You’re annoyed because Sukuna is intentionally avoiding you and acting like you don’t exist. Pissed off, you go into a curse exorcising spree to get the King of Curses out of your mind, reminding yourself that he was vile like them and he didn’t deserve even a second of your time.
Although no matter how hard you tried, your mind still kept racing back to him even as you come back home, bloody and tired when you realize the temple is eerily quiet. Not a living soul could be found around, no servant fretted at your arrival and your husband most definitely did not lurk in the shadows like he usually did. The only sign the temple hadn’t been abandoned yet were the lines of candles trailing down the hall to your shared room with him, and you gasp as you see the petals decorating the bed and rose-scented candles lit everywhere.
Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.
But he was felt as he kisses your neck, his hands untying the knots of your yukata. You stiffen in reflex before relaxing as soon you recognize his scent. Behind you, Sukuna pauses, his lips still in the column of your neck.
“You’re upset.” He wasn’t asking; rather observing.
“Not anymore,” you mumble in response, although you weren’t entirely convinced even as you come closer to the bed, your husband trailing behind with his pinky looped to yours. “Did you do all this for me?”
“Yes. Do you like it?”
“I love it, thank you,” you hide your smile for him, not wanting him to see that it’s so easy to alleviate your anger to him. He has to earn your approval again, so you turn to him with a forced scowl and arms crossed against your chest. “But why were you ignoring me for days?”
You intended to look intimidating, but the King of Curses only laughed.
“You look cute when you’re mad. Plus, it made you want me more than you already do, didn’t it?” he chastised, the implications of his words making you pout in humiliation. Sukuna is quick to step closer to you, cupping your cheeks into his hand, and you hated how easily you leaned into his touch. Nevertheless, you turned away from him, using all your energy to muster your most serious ‘I’m not bothered’ face.
“Aw, don’t be shy, it’s written all over your face, little one,” he breathes on the shell of your ear, hands trailing down to lightly drape your clothes below your shoulders. Unable to hold it back, you end up shivering at his featherlike touches.
“It’s okay. I loved hearing your soft whimpers every time you touched yourself in the bath, thinking that I’m probably not around to hear, hm? You forget I sense everything,” his laugh is mocking yet laced with lust, “From the frantic singing of your heart, the way you tense up a little when I’m around, or the way those beautiful legs of yours clench together each time my robe is a little loosened,” Sukuna dips his nose right under your jaw where his tongue darts out to lick a flat stripe down your neck, and just like that, you’re breathlessly clutching on his white robes that are already unfastened. Damned tease.
“Even the smell of your arousal is enticing me to enrapture you right now, little one. I can practically hear the silent begging in that pretty little head of yours.”
You forgot how to breathe.
“B-but I’m dirty, I just finished exorcising curses.”
“Would it be comedic if I said I am aroused at the thought my wife could easily end me right here and now?” shaking your head at him, Sukuna smiles mysteriously. “But you won’t, would you? You need me too much for that,” he leans closer than he already was before, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Tell me, do you want me?”
“Yes,” you whispered breathily, “Please, Sukuna, touch me.”
“It’s my love to you.”
“Not Your Majesty?”
“Hmm, that is delightful to hear as well,” he says, “But let’s our drop our titles. For now, whatever happens between us is intimately between man and wife. Now go clean up, little one. I’ll be waiting for you once you’re ready.”
You waste no time into darting to the bath, scrubbing the blood and dirt on each nook and crevice of your body until you’re squeaky clean. You’re about to head back to bed when you quickly practice puckering your lips to make yourself look desirable, muttering hopefully flirty lines that would make your husband want you more before calling it quits from the embarrassment you caused upon yourself.
By the time you’ve completely dried and moisturized yourself to absolute perfection that you’re confident of yourself, you find Sukuna emptily staring into the ceilings. “Done already? Someone’s eager.”
You roll your eyes at him. Why did you like him again?
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“Gladly, little one,” he confides, patting his thighs to encourage you to climb onto him. Now that things were actually getting real and your endless dreams would soon become reality, your palms grow sweaty as you settle yourself onto his lap. “You tell me right away if I’m hurting you, you understand? One word and I’ll stop; though I doubt you’ll be in your right mind to want to stop once I’ve had my way with you.”
You don’t really understand much of what he’s saying anymore.
He’s kissing you so slowly, so passionately and you’re both undressing each other that nothing but desire and lust clouds your thoughts in that moment. You’re drunk on the sweet taste of him, his natural musky scent beyond intoxicating for your mortal self to handle. Too lost in the bliss of finally being intimate with him, you don’t realize Sukuna has already pushed your towel down until it pools at your waists. His sharp intake of breath is the only thing that pulls you back to reality as he greedily takes in each beautiful curve and dip of your body.
His stare is so fervid that you grow shy and cover yourself, where Sukuna quickly grips your wrist as a warning. “No. You do not hide yourself from me.”
“Then stop staring too much.”
“Is it a sin to appreciate divine beauty?” he tilts his head to the side and blinks at you innocently. “You are ethereal, my wife.”
Before you could be too flustered to respond, Sukuna fortunately saves you from the embarrassment by kissing you again, though it doesn’t last long before his mouth is trailing from your collarbone and down to your breasts. You mewl as Sukuna eagerly sucks on one breast, the other showered with attention from his rough, calloused palms. Meanwhile, you push his clothes away to expose his strong shoulders which you use as leverage because his ministrations make you feel like you’re losing control over your own body.
Rolling your hips on his erect cock, Sukuna groans through your skin, squeezing your breast hard enough that you can’t take it anymore right after he tweaks your nipple. “Love, please, I need you right now.”
“Patience, little one,” he reminds, “I need to prepare you well.”
“I’ve been waiting for months, Sukuna, I’m sure I’m more than ready.”
“Emotionally, sure, but physically?” he chuckles darkly, “Little one, do you not understand your nimble fingers cannot compare to my cock? I might hurt you if you’re not stretched out enough.”
“Then stop kissing me and start—” you’re cut off with a gasp, your nails sinking down harder into his skin the moment his fingers began to rub at your pussy. “Y-your claws—”
“I kept them for years, but I had to cut them just for you, little one. What do you have to say about that?”
“Thank you,” you offer with a breathy moan, head falling into his shoulder from the overwhelming yet welcomed intrusion. “Oh, Sukuna, it’s too good, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he bites the shell of your ear and tugs at the lobe, basically biting it between his teeth to distract you from another long and thick digit pushing past your walls. “One more?”
“O-oh!” his thumb has now joined the party by rubbing soothing circles on your clit, effortlessly pulling your lips aside with the rest of his digits to expose your sensitive bundles of nerves for him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, watching and drinking in the face you make – pleasure written all over your features from the swollen lips, pupils blown wide, and desire pooling in swirls of curiosity and eagerness. It’s a face he never wants to forget; a face he wants to see more of that Sukuna eventually lays you down against the pillows, admiring how unreal you looked in that moment.
Hair splayed all over the pillow, legs spread wide open with his hands caressing your core, and a strong arm gripping his with small gasps accompanied by desperate calls for his name to do more, please you more – your words instantly translate into commands.
“You are so beautiful,” Sukuna praises rather angrily, “Never forget that. Each inch of you, fuck, you are the most dangerous mortal, you know that?”
You don’t have time to react before he’s going down on you and spreads your legs apart, keeping them pinned down to the bed. The stretch hurts but he easily soothes your pain by massaging your inner thighs, crawling down to kiss your ankles, then licking all the way up to your knee where he stops for a second, only to happily be on your sopping cunt the next moment. He’s peppering barely there kisses to your inner thighs just on your outer lips, his breath warm and teasing on your heat.
It feels like he intends to ruin you tonight.
“Sukuna, stop teasing!”
“What do you want me to do, little one?” he grins from between your legs, the vibrations of his chuckles resonating deep within your cunt that sporadically clenches right in front of his face that’s shamelessly imprinting your scent deep into his memory. “How can I make you feel good?”
“You know how!”
“You need to tell me so I know. I can’t read your mind.”
“Your mouth...”
Sukuna’s smile grows wider the longer you struggle to find your words, but exactly how in the world could you say such vulgar things out loud? He is far more patient tonight than any other day, however, that Sukuna props himself to his elbows to peer up at you innocently. “Where do you want my mouth and what should I do with it?”
Swallowing the rest of your pride, you finally utter: “T-taste me...down there.”
“Here?” he prods your clit, pulling a high-pitched gasp from you. Your husband’s smirk is nothing short of condescending just before he finally kisses your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth until you writhe before him. It takes minimal effort for someone of his strength to hold your legs in place, his grip just tight enough to be commanding. The thought of being completely in his mercy made your head spin in circles, your chest heaving up and down from the pleasure he was blessing yet torturing you with. “You’re so responsive, little one. I’m honoured I’m the one who gets to make you feel like this.”
“M-more, please, I need more.”
You expect him to tease you further, but your husband must’ve noticed that you’re too edged and decided to have pity on you. He doesn’t waste another second before he’s wrapping his lips around your pussy, treating it as if it were your own lips that always tasted like honey.
Sukuna is completely immersed in the act of pleasuring you with his tongue only, so much so that he’s silent aside from the little hums he lets out while you moan for him.
Unable to care about being too loud anymore (not that you needed to since Sukuna had made everyone go back home to give you both privacy) you find yourself throwing your head back, legs falling open wider to grant him deeper access to your most sensitive parts. Sukuna continues to massage your inner thighs and even drags the back of your knee to rest on his muscular back littered with battle scars and tattoos, the dark markings on his skin flexing with each movement. His eyes are closed and his nose is grazing against your swollen clit that had reddened already, your pussy lips opening up like a new world he had to explore, and explore he would.
Your hands find solace in his hair the shade of gentle sunsets that were often shared in lazy kisses and subtle touches, nails dragging across his scalp just enough to make your husband hiss right between your legs. Something begins to tighten in your belly as you grind your clit onto his face, too absorbed in the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue now poking against your entrance and the past barrier slowly blooming open to welcome him.
With shaking legs and a chest drenched in sweat, pebbled nipples further stimulated by the cold breeze drifting in from the windows, your eyes snap open as that rope snapped deep within your belly.
Your gaze shoots down below you to watch your husband ardently lapping your juices like a man starved. Now this wasn’t new to you – you’ve heard enough about the King of Curses and his bloodlust. Whispers of his thirst and desire to slay entire towns and even feast on mortals’ souls was enough to keep you at bay when you were still a young sorcerer, for it was already a blatant warning that Sukuna would feed on anything and anyone, that his hunger was quite something that couldn’t be satiated.
But seeing him unhinged and a slave to pleasing you has never felt more erotic that you ride out your orgasm, toes curling and legs trembling every now and then from the aftershocks of your high.
Slowly, Sukuna darts out his tongue one last time just to leave a teasing touch to your clit before he’s crawling right above you again. The ceiling is obscured by his large frame hovering over you, arms trapped between your head and his gallant member poking just between your thighs. You end up shivering under him as your husband regards you – with affection, pride, curiosity – gentle in comparison to his true nature in caressing your cheek, both of you unbothered by the slick that meets your skin.
“Are you okay?” he breathes out, watching your fucked out smile bloom into a felicitous grin.
“Perfect,” you mumble, although rather shyly. You’d seen him naked before, but never hard, and never with the intention that soon you’d truly be connected – in heart, in body, in mind, and in soul. The thought makes your heart skip a beat, your eyelids growing hooded as Sukuna absentmindedly traces patterns on the curve of your hip. “Sukuna...you’re perfect.”
Your husband laughs, the sound of his glee contagious that you’re chuckling with him as well. “Have you seen yourself, little one? I think I fall for you harder each day.”
His sudden confession brings about a silence in the room, but it wasn’t comfortable, and neither was it tense. If anything, it destroys any traces of previous hesitation and pent up anger that’s only been formed in the first place due to the fact he was Curse and you a sorcerer.
The nature of your relationship had been paradoxical to begin with, perhaps even beastly, but nothing was beastly about it now as you wrap an arm around his neck to bring him closer to you. And Sukuna was just that – the man, the Curse, the feared King whose simple mention of his name made mere mortals tremble – the same person that somehow understands your silence better than anyone. No words were needed when he could read your mind and knew his way around your heart a little too much, not once leaving his lips on yours as he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you before him. Both of your skins are hot and flushed, yet you’re greedily touching and pulling at one another, his large palms clawing at your ass to pry your pussy lips open while you drag your nails down his chest.
He grunts into your mouth; the sound deep and masculine that it vibrates all the way down to your core. You gasp into his mouth – your breath immediately swallowed by his tongue that dances with yours – once you feel him slip inside.
The stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before.
You’ve fought and exorcised countless of curses that pain was no stranger to you at this point, but never had you felt so...alien to a sensation both tragic and addicting. Pulling away to breathe air back into your lungs, your forehead knocks with Sukuna until your noses are brushing against the others, mouth hanging open as your walls struggle to accommodate him.
“Oh, oh god,” you mewl above him, eyes wide open as you witness each inch of his cock disappearing from the motion of you swallowing his length whole. He was big; terrifyingly so, and you shake with fear that you wouldn’t be able to take him or that he might rip you apart. “Su-Sukuna—”
“You’re fine,” he reassures by pulling your cheeks back to him, your delicate face trapped between his rough hands. Although his eyes are dark with lust, there’s a tenderness behind them that placates you. “You can tell me to stop if it hurts. Do you want me to stop?”
There’s no lie or hesitation behind your voice. Sukuna watches your face carefully to detect any sign of discomfort, but you want this, want him, and the pleasure combined with the tolerable sting only makes you desire him even more. The mere fact that there had to be pain and sacrifice, that you had to place your whole trust in him before you could truly succumb to the pleasure and love that created light and hope in this world was enough for you to want to keep going.
“I’m okay,” you tell him, and Sukuna wipes away the frown on your face with the pads of his fingers.
He allows you to go at your own pace until you’re completely seated on his cock, the heated member throbbing so hard inside you that you think he’s poking and prodding right deep into a place where you could hold him close the most.
It’s too much and too good that for once, you let your walls crash down as you bury yourself in his shoulder. Sukuna holds you closer by pulling you right into his chest, large arms wrapped around your frame while your breasts tease the rugged and taut muscles of his body. Even the slightest movement of you adjusting yourself on his lap makes his cock graze against your bumpy walls that you’re both moaning left and right. As you struggle to make sense of the sensations bursting within you, Sukuna’s self restraint hangs dangerously by a piece of thread. You can tell by how he’s cupping your ass and lifting your body up effortlessly before he slides you back down on his thick pole, that single, simple gesture repeated over and over again along with him bringing his hips back up to meet your warmth sending a scorching heat all over your body.
“Love, that’s, fuck,” you curse incoherently, and upon hearing a profanity leave your otherwise innocent lips makes something snap inside your husband.
Sukuna is gripping onto your hips for dear life as he bounces you up and down on his cock, tilting his head back just to scrutinize your connected bodies. A thick ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock until it slides down on his veiny cock, sounds of skin slapping against skin and the loud squelching of your pussy even more beautiful than the screams mortals have moments right before their death in his hands. But Sukuna be damned – you felt too good that this might as well have been his death.
“You feel so fucking good,” he praises through gritted teeth, easily manhandling you and throwing you back on the bed where he’s on you in a second. “Look at you, little one, taking my huge cock so well. It’s like you’re made just for me – you want to be with me, don’t you? I would please you, fuck you good every day, yes, fuck!”
Sukuna ended up hitting a spot that equated to uncharted territory, causing you to tighten around him with a sharp cry. “Oh, right there, right there!” you rub your clit for further stimulation, moaning louder when he hoists both your legs on his chest.
He presses your legs and hugs his around his arms, flipping it to the side until your feet are right beside his ears. Sukuna has gone completely feral – his pace and drive animalistic, growling like a predator consuming his prey before he softens, kissing your ankles just as he grips your legs to make them squish together. The sudden lack of space makes your pussy tighter and more sensitive for him that you’re fisting the sheets right beside you, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence. You’re babbling mindlessly on how good he’s making you feel, completely limp and motionless under him from how deep he’s hitting.
“Please, please, please—” you cry out, reaching out just seconds away from your orgasm with the need to touch him. Sukuna gives in and lets go of your legs until they fall at your side, stretching you out further from when he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.
He’s caressing your cheeks and swipes a thumb over your tears, quite nearly folding your half. His balls are slapping against your ass the harder he thrusts inside you, but his hips are stuttering and he’s panting right beside your ear that you can tell he’s close. It prompts you to wiggle under him to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer and clutching his scalp just to have him impossibly close, because even thinking about letting him go sounds too painful, especially now that he’s claimed you as his just as you’ve marked him yours.
“I worship you,” he blurts out with a few final thrusts that has you crumbling under him in a silent scream, your focus completely on his dark, passionate eyes as you came. Sukuna then laces his fingers through yours while he pumps himself inside you, your walls milking him of everything he’s got. “You are divine, my wife, you have bewitched me for eternity.”
“Sukuna,” you call out weakly, and he’s quick to litter kisses all over your face from your whimpers. “Sukuna-I-I—”
“Shh, I know, I know,” Sukuna places a finger on your lips, letting you calm down from that earth shattering orgasm he just gave you. He pulls his spent dick out a minute later and scoops up your cum that’s spilling out from your pussy lips, his gaze never leaving yours the whole while he sucks his fingers inside his mouth. He’s so dirty and erotic that you’re clenching around nothing once more, but he shakes his head with a low chuckle as if he can sense you want more. Sukuna kisses you just to transfer the cum mixed with spit right onto your tongue, gripping your jaw when your eyes widen at him. “Swallow it, little one. That’s just a taste of what I could give to you.”
You don’t know what pulled you to actually swallow it – it tastes bitter and even a little salty, though it had a bittersweet tinge of scent to it that you don’t mind, especially not when Sukuna just stares at you like you’re most his prized possession.
Sukuna is right by your side the next moment. He’s tamed the next moment, pure comfort and bliss from the way he’s tenderly running his fingers up and down the sides of your body like he’s memorizing the feel of you around him. You both don’t say anything as you place your cheek right above his chest, arms locked on his chest in a desperate cling, but neither does he want you to let go. Sukuna threads his fingers on your hair before you feel his lips caress the crown of your head, mumbling sweet nothings right as you’re welcoming sleep.
Until he taps your breast.
“Little one?”
“We never had our honeymoon, do we?” he queries, and you twist your head to face him as your brows draw together in thought.
“No, I don’t think we did. I pushed you away from me on our first night together, remember?”
Sukuna’s eyes shone with mischief. “How could I forget? You tried to kill me right after our wedding,” both of you share a laugh at the memory, though there were no more harsh feelings or contempt shared, only love, and love only. Sukuna softens under your gaze as your chuckles tinker down to a giggle, your finger teasingly drawing circles on his chest as you bite your lip. And like always, Sukuna knows you just a little too well. “I know that look. What is it that you want, little one?”
“Me?” he repeats with a dark chuckle that sends heat right down to your womanhood. “You already have me, little one, your wish has been granted a long time ago.”
Your face burns. “I mean, I want you. Again. One more.”
“One more?”
“Or maybe a lot more,” you pipe up, but Sukuna’s smirk is growing more and more devious that your former tenacity soon dwindles down into meekness. “O-only if you want to. You must be tired.”
“Little one, I’m the King of Curses, did you really think I would be tired from fucking my sweet little wife?” At his words, Sukuna tilts your chin until you’re left with no choice but to be held captive under his lust. He leans down to teasingly bite your bottom lip, and you’re already breathing hard as you feel his hands begin to trail down to your core that’s more than eager to take him all over again. “Like I said, I worship you, and I’m nothing but a bewitched man who would gladly fuck his wife as long as she asks.”
Safe to say, you couldn’t exorcise curses for quite some time.
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kuroosweakness · a year ago
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domestic things the haikyuu boys do to show that they care
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 ↳ it all seems too good to be true. that’s because they’re not real :’ 
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━ sakusa kiyoomi 
- always let you shower first so you can get all the warm water. (but don’t too long, don’t leave him without any hot water at all :’) (or i guess u guys can shower together ... ) 
- puts your towel in the dryer before your shower. he has many, many reasons for this: 
your towel will be nice and cozy when you walk out the shower 🥺 
he’ll have to hand the towel to you, meaning he’ll have a reason to go inside the warm, steamy bathroom 
he’ll be able to wrap you tightly with the towel the moment you step out. sakusa can’t leave you abandoned with just a towel, so naturally, he’ll sit you on the bathroom counter (even with you sitting on the counter, he’s still taller <3) and dry your hair, comb your hair, pat your body dry, lotion your body, blow-dry your hair, and all the other steps of your skin-care routine 
imagine standing next to each other, staring into the mirror as you both brush your teeth, him softly side-butting you, you side-butting him back (except he moved to the side and now you just awkwardly side-butted the air ... there goes his satisfactory smirk 🙄<3) 
(just before drying your hair, he’ll rub strands of your hair between his palms to make it stick up, and stand back to admire the view. you’re adorable) 
(oh to be pampered by sakusa :’)) how does it feel to have won life?) 
(it hurts knowing we’ve never seen animated sakusa smile) 
━ kita shinsuke 
- he always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk when the two of you are walking side by side to keep you safe from the road. it’s a small, subtle gesture, but a gesture that doesn’t go overseen. this also means his left hand will always be holding your right hand 
- picks things up for you. on his way home, he’ll always call and ask if you want anything. if you have a delivery package you need to pick up, he’ll do it for you. if you want a cup of coffee from your favorite cafe, he’ll buy one for you :)
- he loves and cares for your family like his own. this goes a long way. it truly shows how important you are to him
(to those who doesn’t have a very ... good family or a family that wouldn’t be interested in caring for your partner, i’m sorry to hear about that babes :’( i can relate, we’re in this together!)
━ oikawa tōru 
- always talks in terms of “we” instead of “i”, “me”, and “you”. he always includes you in conversations so you never feel left out! whenever you are, he wants you to feel acknowledged and included. 
- defends you in every conversation. if someone were to talk badly or make unwanted remarks about you, oikawa will be right there to drag them down.  oikawa may talk a lot but it’s gotten him the advantage to be really good with his words. try winning an argument with him, you can’t (unless ur iwaizumi lol)   
- anyone that stares at you for too long, he’ll give his harshest glare. oikawa’s one of those people who can just sense bad vibes from people. he tells you all about his instincts so no “bad guys” can get to you
- relationship with oikawa = lots of pillowtalk 
━ miya atsumu 
- if you carry purses/bags around, he always offers to hold onto your purse/bag when you go to the bathroom. he’ll casually sling it over his shoulder like it’s his own, no awkwardness here! he’s proud to be your boyfriend and it shows. 
(guys who carries purses for their partners with confidence > other guys)
- if the two of you walk out of a store into pouring rain without an umbrella, atsumu will tell you to wait inside the store while he goes to start the car. he’ll drive to the front of the store so you won’t have to get wet from the rain 
(i just know atsumu’s one of those guys who looks so hot while driving without even trying- darn him <3) 
━ akaashi keiji 
- beings extra everything around for you. band-aids, hair-ties, gum, cash, an extra jacket in his trunk, a cup in case of stomach-emergencies, and even a pair of socks in case the rain seeps through your shoes. he has it all. feeling safe is one of the many good feelings you feel around akaashi 
- when you share a small umbrella, akaashi always makes sure it completely covers you, even if it means water is dripping down his shoulder. 
- when he comes across a good book, a good movie, good song, he’ll have that spark in his beautiful eyes when he tells you all about them. he wants you to also enjoy the good in his life :) (he also tells you about his past mistakes/incidents to warn you about the bad) 
━ bokuto kōtarō
- goes to bed before you, lying on your spot of the bed to warm it up. when you walk into the bedroom, you’ll see bo’s head sticking out of the covers with a huge grin. he’s so cute without even trying djkfldj 
- adores massaging you. he’ll regularly massage you, run his hand across your tummy, sit you in his lap, squeeze you with his biceps, play with your thighs, yeah it’s quite obvious how much he loves you. 
rough day? regular day? be prepared to lay on your tummy so bokuto can give you a massage :) don’t be too surprised when he attempts new massage moves that “our professional massager did on us! (msby)” 
you know what else he loves? when you massage him! he loves coming home with sore muscles to a home-made massage by the person who never fails to make him smile. not the best massage in the world, but you’re trying and he loves it more than explainable. 
- brings you the remote without complaint. puts your plate back to the kitchen without complaint. puts your clothes in the laundry basket without complaint. 
━ miya osamu 
- always offers to carry the grocery bags. even if he can barely see past the pile of bags in his arms, he’ll insist on carrying them. his competitive side comes out during times like these; he’ll try to impress you by carrying more and more each time. even with how heavy the groceries may be, he hasn’t dropped/broken anything ...yet! 
- leaves the last bit of food for you. last slice of pizza? yours. last bit of milk left? for your cereal. last piece of cake? yours. he never eats the last piece without checking with you first, no matter how hungry he is. eating food without leaving you any is like betrayal. 
- blocks the sunlight out of your eyes with his arm/hand. especially in the morning when the sunlight glares through the window. 
━ suna rintarō 
- charges your phone for you. sometimes, he’ll tap on your lockscreen to check your battery percentage when you go to sleep and charge it when the battery bar is low. you don’t have to worry about forgetting to charge your phone with suna around. 
- turns off his phone when you talk to him so you can have his full attention
- untangles your mess of cords. he always glares and heavily sighs whenever he sees tangled cords. no one knows how, but suna’s exceptionally good with untangling stuff 
━ kuroo tetsurō
- cleans the hair from your shower for you. he really doesn’t like it, but he knows you hate it more, which is why he does it for you. even though it’s not a favorite activity of his, he doesn’t really mind, it’s natural. 
- he’ll talk to the people/call the people you don’t want to. if you don’t want to say your drive-thru order, he’ll do it for you. if you want to know the price of a shirt but there isn’t a tag, he’ll talk to a store-worker for you. instead of being annoyed at you for “not being to do simple things”, he’ll help you out without a single word of complaint. there’ll be some teasing, but no harm done. he’s very understanding and patient
(my bias is showing. he’s my comfort person, what can i do :’) 
- he made up a code with you. four tugs on the hem of his shirt means you’re not feeling well/uncomfortable. (there are also many other signals and code words)
this is especially helpful when you’re out at parties, big events, malls, etc etc. as soon as he feels your tugs, he’ll whip around and study your face, leading you to a quieter place to ask how you’re feeling. if you want to go home, then home it is. 
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katsupeach · 8 months ago
three’s company
pairing: kiribaku x f!reader
summary: after you find out your boyfriend cheated on you, you accidentally stumble into Kirishima and Bakugou’s apartment rather than your own. But they’re more than happy to take care of you. 
minors dni
a/n: ooc shindou, infidelity mention, hurt/comfort/smut, facefucking, unprotected s*x, bakugou does degredation and praise, kiri just does praise, insecure reader. 
The low hum of conversation, the tinkling of the glasses, the soft yellow light, all add to the perfect romantic atmosphere, you sip the champagne your boyfriend ordered, it was sweeter than you’d normally go for but tonight was a special occasion. 
He looked nervous, but that was normal right, I mean anyone would be nervous before they proposed. You carefully inspect the champagne flute again, just to make sure there wasn’t a ring at the bottom. You’d been clear with him that you never wanted jewelry in your food, but you can’t be sure he was listening. It was hard to tell, when Shindou was listening to you.
“Yo,” You say softly, “Thank you for this.” You look around. “I feel like it’s been a while since we’ve done something really special.” He gives you a little smile. 
“Yeah,” he reaches across the table and takes your hand, rubbing it with his thumb, “This is nice, isn’t it, just you and I.” You nod, giving him an encouraging smile. “I uh,” he presses his lips together. “I’ve gotta talk to  you about something, something important.” You feel his eyes flick over your body. “You look fucking incredible, by the way.” You nodded again, you knew, you knew you looked amazing, chest barely contained in a red satin dress that slinked over your curves, just enough makeup so that it looked like you’d been born this naturally beautiful, hair softly framing your face, eyes glowing like embers. 
“Thank you,” You say politely. “What did you want to say, Yo?” He swallows, looking nervous, years of hero training taking over, he eyes the exits. You misinterpret it, and give his hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, just talk to me. You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” 
“I do.” He says, “And of course, you’d be talking me through this.” He bites his lower lip quickly before speaking. “You’re such a good person. And I uh,” he lets go of your hand, rubbing his handsome face. “And I know that I uh, I feel like I’m not worthy of you, sometimes.” You open your mouth and he puts a hand up, “Please, please let me finish, I just uh, I did something, y/n.” You nod, trying to memorize everything about this moment, the soft jazz playing in the background, the look in his dark eyes, the butterflies soaring in your stomach. “I slept with my ex. Last week. It just happened.” 
The room spins, everything comes crashing down around you. You misheard. You must have misheard. 
“Baby, I,” He looks terrible, distraught, upset. “I’m so sorry, I want to be with you, it just happened, I didn’t mean-” 
“You cheated, on me?” You repeat, calmly quietly, ice flooding your veins. He watches you carefully, he’d expected theatrical hysterics, hence the fancy restaurant. 
“But I love you -” He says, “I love you so much, and baby, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” You stand, and he follows. “Please, I-” 
“I thought you were proposing!” You snap, voice a little raised, and he winces. 
“Oh god,” he says, aghast, “Why would you-” 
“Because this is the nicest restaurant in the city, we’ve been dating for three years, and you said you had something important you wanted to discuss!” The pitch of your voice is rising, you won’t be able to hold onto the tears for much longer. “You, you cheated on me?” 
“I know I shouldn’t have-”
“I waited up for you,” Your voice is low, barely above a whisper, “So many nights, I made you dinner, my friends, my friends hate you, Shindou.” The sound of his last name on  your lips feels like a slap. “And I told them, they just didn’t know you!” He reaches for you and you jump back, people are starting to stare, you look at him, livid as the tears start to well. 
“Kitten,” he says desperately and the pet name makes you laugh, a harsh bitter sound. 
“I don’t ever want to speak to you again.” You say, voice hard and cold, barely concealing the pain, every part of you is cold and unfamiliar. You don’t recognize the man in front of you, as the future you’d planned, from vacations to childrens names, to birthday gifts you’d planned to give, all crumbles in front of you. Without that future, what’s mooring you to reality? You wonder, as you get your wool coat from the coat check, and hail a taxi, not even listening to Shindou call your name, not even listening to his pleas for another chance, for you to be reasonable. You’re so dissociated that the world is curling in at the edges. You dig in your coat pocket, clutching your keys, and hailing a taxi. 
You cry, hard in the backseat, when you look over your shoulder, you confirm he didn’t bother chasing after you, dabbing at your eyes with a napkin from  your pocket, ignoring the stares of the cab driver, stumbling into your apartment building. You punch a button on the elevator, trying to hold it together, at least you’re finally, thankfully going to be alone. Oh god, the pictures, the pictures of the two of you together were all over your apartment, you’d have to take them all down - 
This thought rips a new hole in your chest and you walk quickly down the softly lit hallway, eyes so full of tears you can barely see, the carpet and the wall marbling together. You pull your keys out of your jacket, but the door swings open at a light touch of the knob. You open it, step inside, and slam it, leaning against it, finally letting the tears flow in earnest, and sliding to the floor. 
Kirishima nearly drops the bowl of salad he was handing to Bakugou, both men frozen in their kitchen. You lift your head. 
“Oh my god.” You choke out. 
“You’re Grands girlfriend!” Kirishima says, words spilling from his mouth. “We’ve met uh,” He goes to you, while Bakugou scowls. “I’m Kirishima, this is Bakugou, I uh,” He pulls you to your feet. 
“W-wrong apartment.” You get out. “I s-should have known when the door was unlocked.” You say. “Fuck, I’m so so sorry, as if this night couldn’t get any worse.” Kirishima stands over you, kind eyes full of worry. 
“Did something happen,” He says softly. “Is everything okay?” You laugh. 
“Um,” you shake your head, “I don’t want to burden you after basically breaking into your 
apartment.” You wipe your eyes a little. “Again, sorry, I’m just gonna go -” 
“Don’t go,” Kirishima says, taking you gently by the hand, and leading you to the couch. “You shouldn’t be alone when you’re so upset.” You look at Bakugou, his face is utterly unreadable. “Right, Katsuki?” Kirishima presses. Bakugou shrugs. 
“Yeah whatever. I’ll find some booze.” Kirishima sits you on the couch, but you keep looking at the door. 
“Thanks, um, Kirishima, but,” You’re interrupted by Kirishima pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently dabbing at your cheeks, cleaning the tears from your face,  “I should go, really you were about to have dinner with your boyfriend. I should be um, I should go.” He takes your face in one hand, holding you still while he cleans you off. 
“What happened, sweetheart?” He coos. You hesitate, but his eyes are so warm, and so kind, and your heart is absolutely broken. Your lower lip trembles. 
“Yo cheated on me.” You warble, and Kirishima’s eyes widen, in the kitchen, Bakugou’s got his head in a cabinet. 
“Fuckin’ moron.” He stands, holding a bottle of dark amber liquid and taking glasses down from the cabinets. “Genuinely, what a goddamn idiot.” You sniff a little. 
“You look beautiful.” Kirishima says and you laugh bitterly. 
“I th-thought he was gonna propose.” You feel your face warm at the pity on his handsome face. “I sh-should-” 
“I swear to god if you say you should go one more time I’m gonna lock the fuckin’ door.” Bakugou snaps, handing you a drink and sitting down on the other side of the couch from you, so that you’re sandwiched in between the two huge men. You take a sip. “Sorry.” He says gruffly, “I don’t have goddamn strawberritas or whatever you drink.” 
“I like whiskey.” You say softly. 
“He cheated on you?” Kirishima asks. “With who?” 
“An ex from college.” You say, giving in, relaxing against the leather couch cushions. “I’m so stupid, I wasted three years of my life on him.” You untie your wool jacket, starting to feel warm. Kirishima gently slips it off your shoulders and stands. 
“I’ll put this in the coat closet, please stay for a while, alright?” You nod reluctantly. Bakugou rakes his eyes down your body, the red satin dress has a slit all the way up your thigh that he can’t tear his gaze away from. You turn to him, and sniffle a little more. 
“Can I um,” you swallow, “Can I have a hug, I guess?” He rolls his eyes. 
“Grand’s a total asshole.” He says, leaning over and slipping an arm around your bare shoulder, drawing you into his broad chest. He smelled like clean laundry and smoke, somehow, it was comforting, reminded you of camping with your family as a child. You take another sip of the whiskey, it’s vanilla burn warming you. You lean into his touch, resting your head on his chest for just a moment. “Always thought you were too hot for him anyways.” He says, the vibrations of his speech reverberating through your body as he takes a swig of his own drink. You laugh. 
“That’s very kind. I’m sure you have no idea who I am.” 
“Listen,” Kirishima says with a smile, sitting back down, “Just because Shindou isn’t anywhere near us on the hero rankings doesn’t mean we don’t notice that he somehow has the hottest date at any of our events.”  Bakugou rubs your shoulder. “Especially in this dress, jesus christ, bet he shat his fucking pants when he saw you in this.” You sigh. 
“Honestly, thank you, that makes me feel better.” You smile wryly. “I’m sure I’ve cried all my makeup off though.” 
“You have.” Bakugou confirms. “Ya look fine though, don’t think about it.” Kirishima settles a giant hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb across the soft fabric. 
“Did he go after you?” Kirishima asks, “When you left, did he chase you?” You bite down on your lower lip. 
“No, uh,” you take a shaky breath. “No he didn’t.” 
“Moron.” Bakugou spits. “Just the sheer lack of fuckin’ wherewithal and intelligence in that guy drives me insane.” 
“He was always really competitive with you.”  You say softly. Bakugou shrugs, an evil grin spreading across his face. 
“Hah, well,” He looks at you. “He only ever had one thing I wanted.” You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. 
“Making fun of me, now, are we?” You say, raising your eyebrows.
“Why would you think that, baby?” Kirishima asks, his hand inching up your leg. 
“Because I know that I don’t look like, um,” you take a deep breath, “I don’t look like most of the girls who date pro heroes.” Bakugou rolls his eyes. 
“Now you’re bein’ stupid.” 
“You are, ridiculously beautiful.” Kirishima breathes, “Why don’t you let us show you, that we’re not making fun of you.” You turn to him in surprise, as he presses a soft kiss to your bare shoulder. You gasp and turn to him, Bakugou takes the opportunity to lean against your back, sliding a hand up the slit of your dress, dragging his fingertips on  your warm skin. 
“You don’t want me,” you mumble, “I should -” Kirishima sinks his teeth into your soft skin. 
“Go if you want to,” Bakugou murmurs in your ear. “If ya stay, we’ll make you forget all about that shithead.” Your chest aches, forgetting sounds, good, right about now. You turn to Bakugou and press your lips to his. He kisses you back, softly at first but takes control quickly. He swipes his tongue gently against your lips before slipping it in your mouth, dictating the rhythm of your kiss. Kirishima’s hand on your thigh moves upwards, then he gently pulls you from Katsuki and barely lets you breathe before kissing you tenderly. Bakugou reaches over and slips the satin straps off your shoulders, slipping calloused hands under your bra. He pinches one of your nipples and you moan quietly into Kirishima’s mouth. 
“Ya like that, princess,” He growls, letting go and running his hands up your thighs, watching you shiver at his touch, delighting in your every reaction, the way you grind against his hands when he rubs them on your clothed sex. “Relax for me.” He says quietly. 
Kirishima is kissing you with deft, deliberate technique, scraping his teeth on your lower lip, cupping your face gently, as Bakugou slips your panties to the side with a chuckle. 
“You’re already wet,” he says, and you whimper with embarrassment as he runs one finger up your slit, your dress bunched around your waist. “Can’t believe you were wearin’ these for him.” Bakugou snarls, taking your lacy panties in two hands and ripping them off of you, “What a fuckin’ waste.” You gasp and turn around to glare at him but Kirishima catches your chin and guides your mouth back to his. 
“Focus on me,” he says, before kissing you again, but it’s hard, when Bakugou is gently, teasingly parting your folds with a single finger, and you can feel cool air on your most intimate parts. Kirishima can feel you getting distracted, though so he takes one hand off of your face and palms your chest, running his thumb over your nipple. Your whole body jolts a little at the sensation. “You’re so sensitive,” Kirishima murmurs, pulling away from you as Bakugou blows gently on  your clit, a hushed mewl spilling from your lips. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, tucking some hair behind one of your ears, “It’s cute.” Your face warms, and you kiss his jaw softly. 
“You’ve got the prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen,” Bakugou says in a low voice, “Is all this for us?” You feel him gather some of your slick with two fingers then hear a sucking noise as he cleans them, groaning at the taste. He wastes no time, “Fuck you’re sweet,” he slaps your ass once lightly before diving in between your legs sucking on your clit hard, flicking his rough tongue over your clit. You lose your ability to focus on Kirishima at all, and he watches, enthralled, as your composure slips away, as sweet little whines fall from your perfect lips. He reaches down and palms his cock, and your eyes flick to the huge bulge in his pants. 
“I’m pretty big sweetheart,” Kirishima says, pulling his grey sweatpants down to his knees, “Think you can handle it.” He pumps his length a few times in front of you, sucking a sharp breath in through his teeth. Your mouth waters. His cock is huge, the largest you’ve ever seen, at least 8 inches and thick, the tip pink with need, precum dripping from the top. You’re trembling, gasping every time Bakugou's tongue touches you, and you're grateful for his bruising grip on your thighs as he holds you in place. Kirishima guides your head gently down to his length and you kiss the top of it gently. 
At this sweet little act of devotion Kirishima’s eyes flutter shut and he moans softly, but sucks in a sharp breath when you move your head lower, “Good girl,” He groans and you hum happily at his praise. Bakugou takes that opportunity to slip one finger into your aching core,  and your hips buck at the intrusion. He lifts his head from you, curling his finger before adding another one, and you react like he’s shocked you, your whole body shaking and responding to his careful ministrations. 
“Look at her takin’ your cock,” Bakugou says, he can’t tear his eyes away from the bulge in your throat, from his partners hands tangled in  your hair gently guiding you up and down his cock as he relaxes on the couch, “Such a good girl,” Bakugou growls and you whimper, the Kirishima feels the vibrations and swears under his breath. Bakugou reaches over though, and pulls you off of him for a second, lifting you roughly by the hair, you gasp with pain and turn to him, sputtering and gagging. “Birth control?” He asks, and you nod. “Good fuckin’ girl.” He repeats, as he takes his own cock out, stroking it before gathering some of your wetness on the head, teasing you and making you squirm, wiggling your bare ass in the air as he rubs the tip on your clit. You whine a little and he grins. 
“Tell daddy what you want, slut.” He says, motioning for Kirishima to let you breathe. The redhead yanks your head up and you take a quick breath before turning around to Bakugou, the dull ache in your chest a distant memory, 
“Please daddy,” you warble, and his heart does a backflip, “Please fuck me.” Bakugou palms your ass, grabbing and kneading at it, taking a handful of the softness at your hips and pistoning into you so hard that you yelp, Kirishima watches your eyes widen, and your mouth drop open as Bakugou fucks you into oblivion, watches your self consciousness slip away as your eyes get glassy and you let out a gasping, hiccupping moan, “Oh, oh my god,” Bakugou lands a harsh slap on  your ass as Kirishima watches, 
“Fuckin’ take it,” Bakugou growls, “Tight fuckin’ cunt,” he snaps his hips against yours and groans, “Gonna fuck you right into the shape of my cock, slut,” you whimper, tears burning in your eyes from the stimulation, “Yeah, you like that? Like it when I fuck you like a whore?” He spanks you again, lightly igniting his quirk, leaving a bright red handprint on your soft skin. 
“Y-yes daddy,” You breathe and Bakugou grins, completely lost in the sensation of  your soft velvet walls squeezing him in. 
“C’mere,” Kirishima says kindly, guiding your mouth back to the tip of his cock. It’s hard to deepthroat him, not only is your jaw aching but you can feel every inch of Bakugou, his girthy cock scraping against your walls, and when he rolls his hips against yours you see stars, but you try your hardest to focus, and Kirishima’s gentle but touches on your scalp contrast in a beautifully confusing way with the rough burning hands Bakugou has on your hips, burying himself inside of you to the hilt with every thrust. “Fuck, I’m so close,” Kirishima groans, “Please, don’t stop,” You couldn’t even if you wanted to, at this point he’s fucking your face slowly and deliberately, bringing your head up to the top of his cock just in time for him to let out a strangled moan and finish directly down  your throat. 
Bakugou watches the red glow on Kirishima’s cheeks as the huge man trembles under your touch, he pets the top of your head gently, instructing you to, 
“Go ahead and swallow baby,” Kirishima looks up at his boyfriend, “What a good girl, waiting for permission,” You hum, lifting your head as Bakugou reaches around your body and pinches your clit, that one touch is enough to make you keen, 
“Can I,” you beg, “Can I please, please cum,” you’re facing Kirishima, who shrugs. Bakugou thrusts into you so hard you lose your balance, collapsing into the other man’s lap, “Please can I,” Bakugou spanks you hard, 
“Who fuckin’ owns you?” 
“You do daddy,” the words flow from you easily, without thinking. 
“Fuckin’ right I do,” He snarls, “I own this tight little cunt now, understand, you cum when I fuckin’ say so.” Kirishima watches, as your eyes roll in your head and you bite down on your lip, clearly teetering on the edge of a dangerous cliff. 
“Y-yes, yes I do!” You choke out, “Please, please can I-” He cuts you off with a grunt. 
“Go ahead slut.” Your knees buckle and your body shakes as your orgasm rips through your core, you grab Kirishima’s thigh and dig your nails into it as you feel Bakugou get somehow harder inside of you, chasing his own high desperately,  then explode, painting your walls with his cum. 
“F-fuck.” You get out, collapsing on the couch with your head in Kirishima’s lap, nearly passed out with pleasure, totally fucked out, lips glossy and parted, eyelids fluttering. Bakugou’s hips stutter in their rhythm, your cunt gently milking his cock as it throbs around him. 
“Good girl.” Kirishima coos, “You okay?” You nod, snuggling into him as Bakugou pulls out with a low groan. He gets up and heads back to the kitchen, salad forgotten as he gets a glass of water and brings it over to you. You hear a soft noise, coming from across the room and you realize it’s your phone in your coat pocket. You go to sit up and Bakugou shoves you back down. 
“Relax moron,” He says, “We’re taking care of you.” He pulls the phone out of the soft white coat pocket and grins, swiping to answer it.  “She doesn’t want to talk to you.” He growls, and Shindou must not like that, must not like the sound of his competitors voice on your phone, because you hear some muffled yelling and lift your head, reaching for the phone. Bakugou doesn’t hand it to you, instead, speaking to Shindou again. “I get why you’re so upset,” Bakugou growls, smile stretching across his face, red eyes volcanic and mischievous, “She’s got such a perfect fuckin’ cunt, doesn’t she shitty hair?” 
“Katsuki!” Kirishima says reproachfully, and Bakugou rolls his eyes as your face burns. “You’re embarrassing her.” He says, petting your head gently. 
“Don’t worry,” He coos condescendingly into the phone, “We’ll take better care of her than you did.” He hangs up, coming back to the couch. 
“I can’t believe you did that.” You mumble and he swings your legs into his lap, massaging your soft thighs. 
“I can’t believe he let this slip through  his hands.” He says in a low growl, gesturing to you, “We’ve been talkin’ about fuckin’ you since the first time Grand dragged you to some shitty hero event. You lift your head a little, 
“Really?” Kirishima laughs nervously. 
“Yeah, um, we have.” You laugh, but then feel the weight in your chest, you should go, that’s right, this was fun but, at the end of the day, you have to climb into your cold bed, alone. You start to get up and Kirishima catches your wrist, “What’s up?” 
“I’m leaving.” You say, a sad smile on your face as you adjust your wrinkled dress to ensure a modicum of modesty on the short walk back to your apartment, a few doors down. “I have work in the morning.” 
“No you don’t,” Bakugou says, incredulous. “You’re taking the day off, and you’re sleeping here. With us.” You swallow. 
“Do you, um, are you sure you want me to-” Bakugou rolls his eyes and yanks you back onto the couch. 
“We’ll get you a t-shirt.” He growls into your neck. You flush. 
“What about um, what about panties? Since you um, ripped-” Bakugou laughs. 
“You don’t need ‘em,” He turns to his partner, “Does she?” 
“Absolutely not.” Kirishima agrees, moving closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, snuggling against you with a yawn. 
“Are you sure-” You ask again and Bakugou nips at your soft skin, hard enough to make you yelp. 
“Stop askin’ dumb shit questions. If I wanted you to leave you’d be fuckin’ gone,” he hits you lightly on the back of the head. “Plus uh, three’s company, I guess.” You laugh a little, and feel him press a kiss to your cheek. 
“Alright,” you say shyly, “I guess I can stay.”
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natsbaby · 9 days ago
The OF Neighbor [18+]
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: you just moved into your new apartment, which is exciting! Tho you’re not sure what to feel when you look out of the window to see your super hot neighbor taking pics for her only fans
Warnings: sexual themes due to the only fans nature, teasing but doesn’t lead to the dirty
A/N: Surprise! Apparently i have a drafted story all ready for posting so I hope you guys like this one! lol im sorry if this is bad ☠️
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You bring in the last of your boxes, huffing and puffing in exhaustion as you finally close the door behind you. Putting down the box, you stand back up and lean back against the door, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the palm of your hand. After months of negotiations and dying over airline fees for your things, you finally glance around your new apartment, the next step to following your dreams in joining the entertainment industry.
As a fresh graduate, finding apartments was genuine hell so thankfully you found this apartment complex with the help of your friend who lives in the same building as well– just a few doors down your floor. It has everything you need too such as a 5 minute walk to the nearest train station, a lot of stores nearby for food and general supplies for a really decent price too.
The general layout of the building is kind of in a U shape where you can technically see into your neighbors rooms if you get a good enough angle, and that’s why the first thing you’ll do is install your new blinds.
“Okay let’s do this” you say to yourself as you hype yourself up. You go to your boxes, taking out the things you need to get to work.
As you get to work, drilling some new holes to install the curtain rod to, you couldn’t help but stop a few times just to look out of the window and admire your absolutely gorgeous view. You could see the New York skyline from where you’re at considering you’re at the 25th floor. You sigh dreamily as you rest your elbow onto the windowsill, placing your chin to the palm of your hand.
You look to the left to see your neighbor’s dog goofing around at the caged off balcony. You then look to the right to see your other neighbor relaxing on their couch while reading a book. And finally, you look up to see your neighbor posing for pictures in a gorgeous black lace lingerie.
You didn’t notice at first, until a solid 5 seconds later when your brain finally processed what you just saw because you did a double take to see her leaning forward to rest her hands onto the window while looking back at her camera. Your jaw drops before you could even stop yourself.
“Holy shit” you mumble in shock as you feel yourself blush while admiring the beauty of your red head neighbor. As she moves around to find better angles, she finally shows more of her face so you could get a better look and my god is she gorgeous.
Her forest green eyes just piercing through your heart, her dark red lip enhancing her natural makeup look. Her red hair curled to perfection as it frames her face in a way that makes her look deviously innocent. Your eyes trail down to take in her lingerie that just pushes her breasts up together with a deep V. The lingerie itself is almost like a bikini but she’s wearing a sheer robe over it that has feathers at the trimming to make her look more goddess-like.
You feel a drop on your hand, looking down to see a forming puddle of your drool. You quickly grab some tissues to wipe it away from besides you but the moment you look back, she’s gone.
You rub your eyes frantically and look back to see that she’s really not there. You sigh sadly, thinking it was all just a dream as the curtains are drawn back, shielding whatever was inside from the world.
“Damn I think I need a girlfriend if I just keep hallucinating or something” you chuckle to yourself as you get back to work.
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“Why would you look at that!” Your best friend, Clint, says as he looks around your place in awe.
It’s been a few days since you first moved in, a few days since you saw your hot ghost-neighbor maybe, and you managed to put everything in place to your liking.
You chuckle at your friend, grabbing 2 bottles of beer from your fridge. “Thanks, I don’t have much stuff yet but it’s enough to get me going as I collect more things as the days pass”
You open the bottles with a bottle opener, walking up to the older man as you hand it to him. He takes it, raising the bottle up slightly.
“To your new found independence” he says, making you smile as you raise your bottle and clicking it against his. “To my new found independence”
You take a sip of your beer as Clint chugs his. Walking up to your window, you open the blinds as you lean forward to rest your arms on the windowsill. Clint follows your actions, sipping his beer as he watches the New York skyline.
“Met any of the neighbors yet?” He asks without looking at you. You shake your head no as you take another sip of yours.
“Haven’t had the chance yet, though I did see the dog over there” you point to the left where the dog of your neighbor playing with its toy once again. “That’s really cute”
Clint chuckles at your observation. “What about the neighbor from there?”
You watch as he points his finger to the upper right where your “ghost-neighbor” is. Your eyes widen a little as you remember her little show.
“Okay okay wait” you start as you stare at her window. “So there really is a red head living there?”
“So you did see her already” Clint says, smirking slightly. “Remember the girl I told you before you came here, the one I plan to introduce you to?”
“Oh the-“ you stop yourself as you finally understand what Clint is trying to say, your mouth forming an ‘O’ as you look at him as if you discovered something epic for the first time.
He laughs at your reaction, grabbing your beer bottle from your hand to place both of your bottles at the side table. “Come, it’s time to meet her”
“Oh my god Clint I-“ before you could do anything, he grabs your wrist and drags you out of your apartment.
“I can’t believe this is happening” you mutter under your breathe as you both walk up to the woman’s apartment door, who Clint just told you that her name is Natasha or Nat for short.
“Come on, you need more friends other than me! Who will you hang out with when I’m not around?” He asks while turning around, walking backwards so he could talk to you while walking.
“A dog or cat I plan to adopt?” You raise your eyebrow at him.
“You need more friends and I’m here to help!” He says cheerfully as he stops.
“Alright, we’re here” he says as he turns to face the door, knocking on it. You both here a faint ‘coming!’ making your heart rate skyrocket.
Sadly in this exact moment, you realized that when you first saw Nat by the window, you were probably staring for a good 10 minutes. Your face falls in complete dread as you realize that you’re not sure if Nat saw you stare or not.
“Oh god Clint this is probably not a good idea” you mumble loud enough for him to hear and hopefully soft enough that she didn’t hear you as you take a step back.
Before Clint could reply, the door opens to reveal a literal goddess. Even though Nat’s just wearing a hoodie and leggings, her lounge outfit just makes you fall madly in love with her. She looks so normal compared to the lingerie you saw her wear a few days prior but this just makes her look drop dead gorgeous.
“Hey Tash!” Clint greets the redhead with a grin. “Sorry to disturb, just wanted to introduce you to a friend I told you about! Nat, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet Natasha or Nat!”
You gulp deeply as your hands start to sweat. “H-hello”
Nat looks at you up and down before meeting your eyes again with a slight smirk on her lips. “Right, the new neighbor. Nice to meet you”
You feel your heart beat against your chest rapidly as you feel like you wanna puke your guts out with the nerves. You realize in that moment that you don’t even know this person yet she makes you feel things that you’ve never felt for anyone specific.
You wave back in response as Clint chuckles at your shy nature. “Sorry about her, she does tend to get shy with meeting new people”
“Oh really?” She asks, intrigued as she crosses her arms over her chest making her breasts press together slightly making your eyes glance at them quickly before looking back at her. Normally, no one would notice but this is Nat so obviously she did. She smirks very slightly, running a hand through her hair. “Well, it’s really nice to meet the infamous Y/N Y/L/N Clint has talked about so many times”
Before Clint could pipe up another joke, his phone rings making him look at it really quickly. His eyes widens slightly as he reads it. “Oh shoot sorry girls, I think I gotta dash. Laura has family problems right now and needs me”
“Don’t worry about it” you say with a smile, internally relieved that you can finally go in one piece. “I had fun anyway and it’s really nice to meet you Nat”
“Awww” Nat cooes slightly with a sad tone, pouting a little. “I can keep you company first while Clint sorts out whatever Laura has. Give her my regards”
“You’re the best Nat” he says with a grin, running off to the elevators. He steps in, waving at the two of you.
“Don’t murder her Nat! I still need her!” He calls out as the door closes making the both of you laugh at him.
“Please, come in”
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Holy shit doesn’t even begin to describe what you’ve gotten yourself into.
You’re now sitting at Nat’s probably super expensive because of how soft and how nice it is couch, sipping on the coffee she made from her really expensive looking keurig machine with her equally probably as expensive coffee mugs. You look around to take in her apartment.
Supposedly it’s the same layout as yours since all then rooms are supposedly the same except for the variation of windows and balconies. While you have a rather wide window, Nat has a roof-to-ceiling window. Her black black-out curtains accentuates the black and red theme of the room making you sweat slightly with nerves that you might break something and would take years to pay back.
Her furniture has that formal but homey look that can look right out of a showroom. Her wide screen tv installed onto the wall with a small cubby under it for her electronics and her glass coffee tables with table books. You glance to the wall where there’s a lot of panels making you think that this apartment is probably a smart apartment. Lastly, you glance at small cactus at the center that completely looks out of place with a questionable look.
“That’s from Clint” you jump slightly in shock as Nat chuckles, sitting besides you on the couch. “He said my apartment looked too business-y and said the cactus would liven up the place”
“I-its really cute though” you stutter as you put the mug down on the coffee table.
“You think so?” She asks innocently as she cocks her head to side. You nod in agreement with a shy smile.
“You have really good taste, this place looks amazing compared to mine” you say, admiring the interior. You snap out of it as you feel a hand on your thigh, quickly looking at the red head with wide eyes.
“You know..” she starts as she softly trace random shapes on your thigh. “When Clint told me about his childhood friend moving to the complex, I didn’t expect that it was you”
You gulp deeply as you try to calm your racing heart. “R-r-really?”
She hums in agreement as she traces a little higher. “You’re the one just 3 floors down, right? The one at the B complex?”
Now at this point, this can go 2 ways. Either you’re gonna have the best sex of your life, or you’re about to be called a pervert so you’re really, REALLY, hoping it’s the first.
You feel a chill running down your spine as she traces the lace trimming of your dress as your mind short circuits. You slowly nod, not trusting your voice right now.
She smirks at the effect she has on you, gently dipping her finger under your dress as she slowly leans forward. “I saw you, the day you moved in. Poor little thing was so shocked to see her neighbor by her window, huh?”
You feel the heat rush to your face and down south as you grip tightly on the couch cushions. Your eyes widen even more as her face goes right up to yours, her strong light musk-lavender perfume filling your lust-filled senses.
“Poor baby, drooling all over herself when you saw my breasts press up against the window? I thought it would be a nice touch for you” she cooes in a condescending manner, her supposed pity not matching whats showing in her eyes. Her smirk widens as she sees you gulp again while squeezing your thighs together.
“Don’t worry” she says as she leans forward to your ear. “I don’t mind if its you”
She whispers as she presses her lips on the spot behind your ear making you whimper quietly. She pulls back all together, smiling as if nothing happened even though her eyes say the exact opposite.
“Clint told me that he wouldn’t be back anytime soon and I don’t want to keep you any longer, it’s nice to meet you Y/N”
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sunamour · 5 months ago
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current | 02: after everything ->
𑄹 series masterlist
𑄹 CONTAINS angst, suna x f!reader. unrequited, mentions of sex | WC 1.5k
𑄹 SUMMARY suna makes you happy, and you make him feel the same. but sometimes ‘happy’ just isn’t enough, so maybe it’s time for you to walk away.
𑄹 NOTES wrote this on a whim djdkdkd also, we thank my ex for sort of being the inspiration behind this lmao. NOT PROOFED bc i got lazy rip. anw rbs appreciated!! <3
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“She’s beautiful.”
It stung for you to admit. But you couldn’t help yourself, because she is. Radiant skin with bright big doe eyes, the prettiest dimples nestled in her cheeks and soft pink lips to top it all off.
“Yeah, but she looked even better before, when her makeup was more natural.”
So Rin says, but even so, you think she’s already galaxies above you in terms of looks alone. You are aware that comparing yourself to Rin’s exes is definitely a bad idea, but how could you not? Every time you’re chilling on the bed beside him, he happens to be viewing her profile. Does he even know you notice? Because if he did, then it would mean he doesn’t care, or bother to assure you.
And you don’t know which is worse: him knowing and choosing not to assure you of your position, or him not even noticing your pain at all.
Maybe agreeing to date someone when they’re not completely over their ex wasn’t such a good idea. In your defense, you had absolutely no clue until recently, three months into ‘dating’ Rin.
In all honesty, you still had no idea where you stood. Sure, he brings you to his games and he brings you home too. He posts about you all the time on his story, doesn’t bother to hide you from his world one bit. But late at night when he thinks you’re not looking, he can’t help but to check up on her, and for some reason the nostalgic look in his eyes pains you.
At night as you lay in bed beside him and he turns his back to you, you can’t help but to wonder: is this what people mean when they say the loneliest feeling is having your world right beside you but feeling millions of miles away? Even when he doesn’t turn you away after you hug him from behind, even when he puts his hand over yours as you loop them around his waist. It doesn’t feel like his heart’s in it.
“Give Rin a while, I know he’s not that expressive, but it’s been a while since he actually bothered to even introduce a girl to his family,” his friend, a certain Osamu Miya, had told you. “You must be important to him for him to do that.”
There’s your curse right there—you trust way too easily. Osamu seemed nice enough, but you really shouldn’t listen to anyone about Rin’s feelings other than Rin himself. Putting too much weight on what his friends have told you and assured you about had led you here, five months into whatever this relationship was and still getting no concrete answer as to who exactly Rin takes you for.
To the outside, you’re his girl. Rin meets you whenever he’s free, he brings you along to every party, he takes care of you whenever you’re sad. But in spite of all that, he’s never made it clear to you how he actually feels.
The thought comes crawling back to you at the worst times, like when the lights are off and he’s stretching you out, his guttural groans and your satisfied moans filling his room. He kisses you to shut you up because his parents are in the next room and you really shouldn’t be making this much noise. (You’re both excited for when he finally gets to move into his new apartment next month.)
Doubt is a painful thing though, because you wonder who he sees when he’s fucking you like this. When he’s kissing you, does he imagine it’s her lips? When he releases inside you, is it someone else he wishes to feel?
“I love you, Rin,” you declare breathlessly, still panting from earlier.
He settles beside you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and tells you the same thing, but he falls asleep within seconds and you find yourself questioning if he even knew he ever said it at all.
A couple nights later and you find yourself with Rin at the grocery store near his house. It’s 2am and the both of you are starving, why not go to the nearby supermarket and splurge on midnight snacks?
Rin grabs a basket in one hand and holds your hand with his other, maneuvering through the aisles with expert ease, knowing exactly what you’d want and where it’s situated. You’re eager to follow, but by the time he’s actually cooking for you thirty minutes later, you find yourself becoming greedy.
Through your eyes you’re watching as Rin happily samples the topping for your homemade pizza. He told you to just wait there while he makes it for you, says you did a lot of work today and you deserve to have something done for you.
That is the moment you know. You know that you don’t want anyone else to have Rin, that you don’t want anyone else but Rin. You know that, and that’s why you want to stop kidding yourself. Because despite all his actions, he still can’t fool you.
“Yeah, babe?” He answers, unsuspecting.
Your fists are clenched at your side because you can’t believe you’re about to do this. But you also know you can’t continue any longer.
“What am I to you?”
This time Rin stops stirring the tomato base and looks at you. You wish you weren’t close to breaking down but you can’t help it. There would be one of two ways that this is going to play out, and to say you’re nervous was a bit of an understatement.
“What do you mean?”
Answering a question with a question has always been Rin’s way of trying to avoid the difficult topics. You almost want to cave in, to let him have his way because maybe then you’d be able to keep him to yourself a little longer. But all the times he texts his ex when he thinks you’re out of sight, all the times he smiles when he hears her singing on her story, all the times he tears his hand away from yours when he sees her at one of his games—it’s all getting way too much for you to ignore.
If she wanted back in to your life, Rin, would you let her? You’d like to ask that, but you already know the answer. Fact of the matter is, no matter how good his friends say you are for him, no matter how much his family likes you—you will always come second to her when it comes to Rin’s feelings.
“You know what I mean,” you mutter, all the hope you once had knocked out of your lungs in an instant because you can’t believe you stupidly thought that there was a chance that Rin would choose a secure relationship with you over a possibility with her.
“Can we not do this right now?”
But it’s too late—his answer is already crystal clear. And the worst part is you can’t bring yourself to hate him for it. He’s taken care of you so well for the past five months, he’s helped you heal your own broken heart although he breaks it in completely different ways himself. In a way, you can see he loves you, but it’s not enough. Not when there’s someone else he truly loves in ways you can only imagine of being loved back.
It’s 2.45am and for the first time since you’ve been with Rin, the two of you come to a disagreement. You almost wish he would lie to you, tell you that he loved you and tell you to stay. But that would be all it is—a lie. Just like what you’ve been doing to yourself ever since the first time he told you about her.
“Good luck, Rin,” is all you leave him with before breaking your own heart and leaving him behind. He may think you’re a good catch, but that breaks your heart because that’s all you ever will be. To him, it would never be enough, especially next to someone who has his heart since before you ever met him.
Suna turns off the stove as he watches you go, his legs failing to move when he realises the gravity of the situation. He’s not dumb; he knows you’re good for him, he knows you would’ve done anything to make him happy, yet he can’t bring himself to chase after you.
You deserve better, he thinks, although he knows you don’t believe so. Maybe if he met you a little bit later he could actually be better for you. Maybe if he hadn’t been selfish and asked you out so quickly your feelings would’ve aligned somewhere down the road.
But now all he knows is he can’t even lie to you, can’t bring himself to ask you to stay. You’re right for walking away. Suna hates to admit it, but being with you is the happiest he’s ever felt in the longest time.
Yet he broke your heart anyway. Because no matter how happy you make him, you’re somehow still not enough.
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redrobin-detective · 3 days ago
I keep thinking about Retired Batman Bruce and how it really would round out and complete his arc if DC weren’t a bunch of cowards.
Batman isn’t about punching people. He’s a symbol of grief, of protecting those who need it and bringing justice and control to a city without it. He grieved his parents his whole life and the antidote to grief is time and new love which he found in his adopted family and friends. He saved so many people over his life, people who never would’ve had a chance and while people will always need saving, he helped create something bigger than him so if he were to step back, people would still be saved.
I want Bruce to wake up one day after a long hard night and realize he’s accomplished what he wanted, he will never truly defeat crime in Gotham but he made it into a place where children don’t have to fear losing their parents in an alleyway. Bruce is in his late 40s early 50s, he’s achy and weary but still alive. How much longer can he tempt fate? What if the next battle takes him away from all the things he’d built but never had time to appreciate?
It’s Alfred who would also be the turning point. He’s at least 20 years older than B, the whole family starts to notice that their indominable butler is working slower, pushing himself to keep up the demands of almost singlehandedly keeping the family up and running. Alfred saved B from himself, he wasn’t perfect and made mistakes but loved Bruce and raised a good man. A good enough man to be able to put aside his own ego, his own interests to care for the man who cared for him.
Aging and death is sad but it’s also beautiful in its own way. Children are meant to bury parents, its the natural order. Bruce buried his far, far too soon and missed out on so many milestones such as caring for aging loved ones. And how perfect is that Bruce gets to complete his cycle of grief by taking care of his father in all but name and blood? How soft that both he and Alfred get to finally put a name to the nebulous relationship they’ve always had and let the unhealed wound they’ve let fester closed. 
None of the rogues who tried to take Batman and in the end, that legacy ends when Bruce puts the cape away himself to care for his family. He won’t go out and risk a devastating injury that once more leaves him in need of care from people he’s already relied sometimes too heavily on. He puts that part of him aside to give back to those he’s loved and hurt. Bruce first helps Alfred around the house, learning and soon takes over the duties. It’s a transition, one often fraught but they cherish the time spent together. Bruce still feels angry and antsy and wants to be out there but as time passes, he sees more and more clearly where his responsibilities lie.
It’s having afternoon tea with Alfred, talking of old stories before B needs to go pick Dami up from school. It’s being more actively involved in Gotham’s political and social infrastructure, pouring money and time into interventions to ensure the city has a safety net. It’s gently bandaging his kids up after their patrols, offering the slightly burnt cookies he made while they talk through their latest case. It’s long afternoon naps and traveling without ulterior caped motives and discovering he enjoys knitting and model making.
The world can survive without Batman, Bruce ensured it with all the good he did. And eventually B realizes that he too can survive without Batman. Bruce knows everything there is to know about detection and fighting. But there’s a whole universe of mysteries for him to uncover now and that he can’t wait to explore.
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marvel-trash-bin · 9 months ago
Taking Risks.
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Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*
Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.
Word Count: 4.2K
Tags: @greeneyedblondie44
A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!
Here’s the thing.
You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.
And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.
Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.
It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.
Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”
You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”
“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”
You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.
“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”
The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.
“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”
You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”
He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.
“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”
The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.
“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.
His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”
And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.
The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.
He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.
He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.
“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.
You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”
And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.
So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.
By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.
In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.
“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.
You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”
He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.
“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”
The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.
By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.
He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.
“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”
You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.
“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”
He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.
“For teasing you.”
You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.
“For embarrassing you.”
There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.
“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.
Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.
“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”
You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”
Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.
Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.
“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.
Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.
“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.
A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.
However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.
He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.
After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.
“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”
You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.
It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”
You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.
He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.
“Turn around.”
As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.
“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”
Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.
“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.
“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”
He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”
You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.
He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.
One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.
“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”
You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.
“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.
Then a bite.
“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”
And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.
“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.
“I’d let you do anything to me.”
He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.
“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.
The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.
“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.
It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.
You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.
“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”
You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.
His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.
“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”
And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.
As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.
Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.
He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.
His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.
“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”
This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
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hillarysss · 8 months ago
astro placements &
their alter ego. 🗝
"who are you really?"
Do not repost, plagiarize, "reword" my work. This series is to teach you to love every part of yourself and that no "placement" or "chart" is bad.
Libra rising / Venus in 1st known for their charismatic sense of self and their internal and physical beauty. The way they have a forgiving heart, but that is just a part of them. They have Virgo in 12th (their subconscious) They pick out flaws in themselves and struggle to see their worthy Venusian traits. Their hidden enemies tend to be very nit-picky too and tend to attract people who try to bring them down. They can't see their worth too easily but they praise love and positivity and can't let this part of them shown too easily, no one really knows them until they open up (Capricorn in 4th). Check up on them & be consistent as fuck & keep promises that's how you'll get to their heart.
Moon- Neptune & Moon in 4th, Moon in 8th, Moon in 12th these individuals are super forgiving, perhaps to a fault, and they attract people who try to take advantage of them, those people however don't realize that these natives have very good intuition almost psychic like, they are not too confrontational but trust me they know, they can see your bull-shit. Work on being more confrontational cause trust me you can see and feel through everything. Often misunderstood.
Pisces placements / 12th house placements are super intelligent but are so looked over. Keep in mind that these people are not "naive". They have incredible emotional intelligence, they can be very good liars (although I don't advice lying, so use it for good) They tend to not believe in themselves just to realize that they were fucking right all along, listen to yourself cause you never ever miss with those gut-feelings. You often feel like an old soul because of your wisdom, start believing in your knowledge and your power and don't ever underestimate yourself because you have the tendency to.
Air moons (Moon in 3rd, Moon in 7th, Moon in 11th) you have this very sociable and intelligent ways to you that others never over-look. You know how to say the right things at the right time and your imagination and knowledge is never-ending, but let's work on that fact that you guys over-think everything, start building your confidence because that amount of intellect you guys hold is super admirable. Also, start getting more sleep / a healthy routine and start doing things for you and not for others. You guys tend to fixate on things because your mind is thirsty and this can cause obsession over hobbies. Start prioritizing your needs and remember that your feelings are valid and start trusting those gut-feelings instead of rationalizing them.
Scorpio placements / 8th house placements you guys are known for being honest to a fault and very intuitive & emotionally intelligent to the point it's get scary because you have the ability to see through everyone's flaws with your natural psychic gifts (yes you have them, don't lie to yourself) . But when it comes to yourself you're very critical and obsess over things that have a very small influence, you start to think if that is your reflection towards the world. You have the tendency too give too much love when you know you shouldn't because once you set yourself on something it's very hard to bring you down because of that intense drive towards things you love, start shifting that to healthier things, you always know what's best deep down.
Leo risings / Leo moons (Sun in 1st) you've always wondered "why me?" "what did I do" since young. So many people have tried to dim your light, because you're quite literally the sun. No matter how hard you try to tell yourself it doesn't matter, you know negativity gets to you at times, you shut yourself down. A lot of you guys have a hard time processing emotions because it doesn't fit your standards of what they should be. "I shouldn't be feeling this way". This is why you need to step up and get rid of dark environments/ energies and own up your power and shine bright. You have a natural talent of creativity & don't let anything unoriginal bother you. You always have better things to do.
Air Venuses ( Venus in 3rd, 7th, 11th) you are very intellectual and you have an ability to be easily adaptable and are open to a bunch of things, you like experimenting and having fun. You deep down just want a best friend for eternity and you constantly wonder why does it have to be so hard to get someone that just "gets" you, even though you're very open-minded you need someone who matches your vibe and understandings and it is very hard to find that easily, you just want a best friend and you value trust more than you're given credit for, this is why you may have the tendency to emotionally detach from situations because you don't wanna be vulnerable yet deep down you yearn for what could happen if you were to open up a bit.
Earth Moons (Moon in 2nd, Moon in 6th, Moon in 10th) you are someone most would call reliable and mannered and dedicated, you don't really say much about internal things and go on with your life. You have "I'll deal with it" way of going with things (Especially Capricorn Moons). You tend to be hesitant of letting yourself feel- free at times because you put your emotions on a structure that can easily break through once you snap. Feel your emotions and ground yourself, tell yourself that you are worthy of not being what is expected of you at all times, break free from this standard you have of yourself. Let others know when they absolutely crossed the line.
Water risings ( Moon in 1st & Neptune in 1st) ) I always believed that having a Water rising will always tone down and make the natal chart more softer. Water risings have the tendency to keep things inside but they can very very social on the outside. This isn't to mistake them as "fake" but they can camouflage into situations very well. You need to start surrounding yourself with better energies and people that put the effort because y'all put a LOT of effort into things once you're emotionally involved and can find yourself into one-sided situations quite often. However, you somewhat know this and prefer to be more emotionally unavailable, but this isn't the healthy way to deal with energy drains from environments / situations, prioritize yourself and your well-being.
Earth Mars (Mars in 2nd house, Mars in 6th, Mars in 10th) you are very much a peace- maker and you know how to deal with things in a mature manner and are often a good example to others. However, you tend to let things pile up until you have had enough and become very stubborn into what you think is right. A lot of you have to learn how to be more direct like an Aries mars. You also have incredible work-ethic but you don't really stop and you tend to exhaust yourself and this could ruin things like sleep schedules because of your rest-less motivation. Use your advanced ethics to the best of your ability and don't be so hard on yourself.
Water Mars (Mars in 4th, Mars in 8th, Mars in 12th) do have a harder time with anger because Mars likes to do things fast and Water mars like to take things a little slower and have tendencies to drain themselves. These people are incredibly understanding of things maybe even to a fault. You see the good side in things even though you shouldn't at times. Most people look up to you for advice and comfort. You are very hard-working when it comes to things that makes you emotionally full-filled. You easily feel the negatives of others & external sources and this can make you break-down often. Instead, start pampering yourself and put yourself in relaxed environments, put on a candle for example & make yourself feel at home when you're achieving goals / working. Remember all you feel is valid and that you're not too "emotional".
Earth Risings (Saturn in 1st could relate to this) are very private people but they give out irrelevant information that would make it seem otherwise. They tend to gain people's trust easily because they are very calm and analytical they notice everything. They're very sensitive individuals and in-fact very sensitive to cruelty, they like things grounded and when things make sense, so they are largely affected by anything negative or anything that doesn't fit their standards. Earth risings are very intuitive (Water in 7th house) but they tend to ignore it, please don't. They can give too much care and love once they think someone deserves it but not everyone deserves an Earth rising, that's when they isolate themselves and most would wonder what happened to them, they need frequent breaks to heal themselves, make sure to prioritize your ways of healings.
Aries placements / Mars in 1st tend to be very more dominant in their ways of thinking & wouldn't change their ways so easily. They however, aren't always as tough as they may make it seem. They opposite Libra, they would benefit from balance & routine, they are very sensitive when it comes to opinions of people and influences they value and can easily be influenced into things if they don't think too clearly. They need to find their own confidence instead of just pretending that they're all right, a lot tend to neglect opening up and things because they don't wanna be fragile, they have very soft hearts and are easily overwhelmed which is when they become self- destructive. Try activities that will help your mind calm down because it is very hard to completely shut it off and try to make healthy standards for yourself and motivate yourself every day and don't be a perfectionist, you're an over-achiever and are very hard-working but make sure it you have a healthy way of achieving things.
Aquarius / 11th house placements / Uranus Dominance are such original and intelligent people and are very misunderstood. They've always been outlined in some sort and are always going through parts of self-discovery. People tend to often wonder their ways of doing things and this could cause them to get envy or rude remarks. They are very kind people and wouldn't ever harm anyone, this can go very far and they may let people walk all over them. They have ways of detaching themselves emotionally and preferring to live somewhere else (their head) and just be in their thoughts all the time. Make sure to put healthy structure and don't put routines that you can't handle because you guys are very much prone to over-working yourself because you guys have high hopes which is very admirable but it can go far and you guys could become pessimistic.
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