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garoujo · 1 year

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BABY, IM WEAK FOR YOU — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo.

♱ warnings — f!reader, times when they think you feel a little too good / premature ejaculation, creampies, sensitive boys, all characters written 22+, m!receiving oral, degradation. / note. pls nobody look at me i’m a puddle on the floor rn !

・✶ ｡ﾟ NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi’s body is still thick with sleep as he presses his chest tight against your back, grinding his hips into yours as he pushes more of his heavy cock into your pussy — your walls rewarding the thick spread of him with a needy twitch the deeper he goes. his arms are wrapped around your waist as he keeps you close, letting you hear the breathless gasps and moans your body so easily pulls from him.

his voice is low and ragged as he groans, drowsy whimpers of your name dripping from his lips as he smears wet kisses along the dip of your shoulder. this was his favourite way to wake up, to get himself motivated for early practice but he was so fucking sensitive in the morning, and you feel too fucking good.

“we gotta get up sei.” you gasp, warm and pretty and the sound alone makes nagi’s cock throb as he sinks into you again, every wet connection punching the air from his lungs as his bangs trace along your skin.

“be patient w’ me, feels too good. hnnn, no fair—not done yet.” every saccharine squeeze of your walls around him is warm, and he feels mindless from where he’s almost curling over you — his larger body blanketing you with the back and forth stutter of his hips.

“‘m still sleepy, it’s like a sneak attack.. my guards down, shit—‘ts good.” nagi’s babbling, drowsy and already fucked out as he swallows loudly. he’s never been able to get enough of you, grinding his hips into yours ruthlessly as he chases the intoxicating squeeze of your pussy around him.

he feels your hand reach back blindly to curl in his hair as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, eyes fluttering closer as you meet every wet, languid connection of his hips with faster, needier little thrusts of your own. “fu-uck, angel. slow down, y’re g’nna make me cum.”

nagi’s cock flexes with the pain he feels as you pull at his roots, and it doesn’t take him long before he’s giving in to the needy coax of your cunt and spilling thick and hot inside of you. a low whine rumbling low in his throat as his body curls your closer with a long, dreamy groan. but he doesn’t stop as he grinds his load into your pussy with a stuttering thrust.

“fuck, jus’ keep going. can give you more, please.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BACHIRA MEGURU

makeout sessions with bachira always end up going the same way, always ending up with you pressed beneath him as he ruts you into the mattress below you both. it’s always a mess of kisses as you grab at eachother, need evident in your movements as your body rocks with his and your fingers twist in his hair.

“gonna make me feel so good baby, mhm—wanna feel you so bad.” he breathes against your lips with the next languid roll of his hips into yours, grazing his cock against your clothed pussy as your thighs squeeze around his waist. you can already feel the way he’s throbbing against you, begging to feel you closer as his hands squeeze and palm at your body.

bachira pulls away to grin at you, sending you a look that’s a little needy, a little wild before he’s burying his face into the crook of your neck to suckle kisses along the skin. he’s so eager as he pulls at the fabric of your shirt, taking a handful of your breasts as he chuckles and nibbles along your jawline.

“gotta feel you ‘round me, baby. m’kay? need it so bad.” he gasps, moans with the next press of his cock against you — his eyes almost rolling back as your hands twist and pull at his roots. but his pace only seems to grow more intense, ruthless as you jolt beneath him and he holds you close as he fucks himself into you.

you feel too good— bachira whimpers under his breath, and you can almost feel every detail of his cock through the thin fabric separating you both. he can almost feel you, his mind is swirling with thoughts of finally sinking into your warm cunt. he feels drunk on you, his mind and senses blurring as his name continues to fall from your lips in soft pants until a sudden rush of bliss rushes through his system and his body is almost curling over you.

he cums with a shamelessly loud whine, his sudden orgasm catching him off guard as his hips jerk and twitch above you, his hands grabbing at your clothes as he continues to roll his hips into yours— greedily riding out his high with low, agonised moans of your name until he’s whimpering and nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a laugh.

“sorryyy, feel so good, baby. mhm, gotta help me clean up so we can go again, m’kay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITOSHI SAE

“you’re this wet already? tsk, aren’t you desperate.“ sae groans, voice breathless and shakey and you feel like the room is spinning with how well he fills you up, his cock sliding so perfectly along the spots inside you that have your thighs twitching below him as he bends you over.

he finally bottoms out with a low grunt and his eyes close momentarily when your walls flex around him, trying to keep himself composed while your pussy feels like it’s trying to pull him in deeper and he almost feels his sanity fade at how fucking good it feels, how fucking good you feel.

sae’s hands move to your waist, slender fingers digging into the skin as he pulls his hips back—exhaling heavily when he rolls them back into you, his cock twitching and thickening inside you as he begins a steady pace.

“is this what you wanted? when i’m tired from practice, you can’t even wait. such a spoiled brat.” loud squelching noises growing louder with each of his heavy thrusts and he groans, massaging your waist before allowing himself to fall forward. his face now rests just above the crook of your neck—allowing you to hear the lust driven curses and whimpers that fall from his lips with each languid stroke.

you hiccup sae’s name at his words, turning to try and meet his gaze as you feel his breath fan along your neck before he turns to meet you—sending you an icy, sharp look that’s a stark contrast to how warm his chest feels pressed against your back. “do i need to remind you how to behave, sweetheart?”

“no! i’ll be good, sae! fuck—wanna be good for you.” his movements become sloppier, his breathing ragged and his fingers in your skin tighten before they leave you entirely and you gasp suddenly when you feel the warmth of his body and his cock leave you, your eyes opening to see him kneeling above you with a sorry expression on his face.

sae’s chest is heaving, a flush blooming from the chiseled muscles to his cheeks as his broad figure expands with each soft pant before he swallows, voice raspy. “sorry.. i just—i was so close.“ he breathes before leaning over you again, relaxing his body and lining up. he slides in with ease this time considering how wet you are—allowing his cock to push deep inside you as he leans over you with a drawn out sigh.

“see what happens when you’re good for me, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITOSHI RIN

rin had really agreed to let you cockwarm him because he could tell that you were needy, palming at his clothes and whimpering for him to pay you a little attention as he watched the overseas game that he’s already seen so many times before.

but now that he’s got you, spread out along his cock on his lap as you fist at his hair, your lips pressing wet and messy against his as you push your tongue between his lips — and he feels like he’s about to lose his fucking mind.

rin can feel the way your squeezing around him with every swipe of his tongue along yours, so lost in the wet press of your pussy and your lips against his. he already feels so mindless beneath you, he was sensitive sure — maybe you just felt that fucking good, but there was something about the feeling of having you so close and obedient that made him dizzy.

you’re trying your best to be so good, to not move like he told you to — but your hips instinctively twitch with the throb in his cock and you mumble out a sweet little sorry everytime his fingers squeeze at your sides. you probably think his jaw is clenched because you’re moving but that’s far from the reason, he’s already so wound up he’s afraid if you were to move — that’s all he’d need.

you gasp again as rin’s cock nudges against something sensitive inside of you and it turns out he had every right to be afraid. “s-sit fucking still.” and he tries to keep you still as he pulls your hips tight against his, but the next deep kiss of his cock makes you jolt before you squeeze around him, and he almost curls forward when he feels his orgasm suddenly rip through the desire that twists in his stomach.

it’s embarrassing the way he’s thrusting and grinding up into you, groaning against your lips before he’s pulling away to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. he’s flushed to his chest as he bounces you needily, prolonging his orgasm until he’s groaning and grumbling about how annoying it is how fucking good you feel.

“told you not to move.. fuck. should’ve listened, gimme a sec.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ MIKAGE REO

reo thinks you’re like a fucking vision between his thighs right now, your pretty fingers are wrapped around the base of his cock — giving him a few rough strokes as you press kisses down the length of him. you trail lower across his balls and thighs until he’s twitching and whining at the touch despite the smirk he still wears.

“mmm, doing so good for me, bunny.” he groans, something dangerously low in his tone when he feels your hand squeeze around him and his thighs twitch with the next languid, slow pump of your fist along his cock, making his hips follow the movement as his head drops back against the couch.

a breathless croon of a laugh drips from reo’s lips like honey as you begin a slow pace, paying extra attention to the blunt tip as his toes curl against the floorboards. you blink up at him as you suckle kisses along the skin of his thighs, sending him a starry-eyed look that has sucking on his lower lip to swallow the desperately needy moan that curls at his throat.

“make me feel so good, fuck—“ he hums as his head falls forward, letting one of his hands twist in his hair to keep it out of his face before the other curls around the back of your neck.

every languid twist of your wrist makes reo breathe deep as he meets it with thrusts of his own, the warm press of your lips along the sensitive inside of his thighs making his lips part to moan. but then you send him a hooded look before you’re biting down on the skin, making reo twist and groan as his cock suddenly throbs against your palm and he cums heavy and thick.

“shit—“ reo sighs as you feel the first streak of his load along your cheeks, the rest landing along your skin as you continue to suckle and bite along the intimate skin while he fucks himself into your fist.

it’s only when he’s breathless and sensitive that he brings you up to let his lips ghost across yours, taking in the image of you covered in his cum before he’s swiping it with two fingers and pressing it against your lips until you’re opening wide for him — sucking around the digits as he tilts his head at you.

“got me all figured out, bunny. but you look so pretty like this, i’ll allow it. you gonna say thank you?”

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discotitsposts · 21 days

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You’re lucky you’re cute

reader and reid flirting at the party of a mutual friend

she/her pronouns used

some mature themes and choice words used. overall supposed to be lighthearted and silly

i love this photo so much

You were getting ready for a party a good family friend of yours was hosting. You had known David Rossi since you were a little kid and it’s rumored you were somehow related. Rossi treated you like his own and had been there for you your whole life. He had even helped you out of a few legal jams you’d found yourself in high school.

He had seen you first learn to walk, started school, hugged you while you cried on his expensive suit when you went through your first breakup, and graduate high school. Now you were going through academy training to work at the FBI. You wanted to be just like David.

You had never met anyone on his team in the BAU except Hotch. He had told you about everyone though. You were most excited to meet Penelope she sounded like a ray of sunshine. You were very intrigued by the mysterious Dr. Spencer Reid. He sounded very interesting. According to Rossi he could read 20,000 words per minute and had an eidetic memory. How amazing is that? Being a bit of a smarty pants yourself you definitely wanted to talk to him.

You had also learned he was apparently wildly handsome from what some girls at the academy had said. Though you’d never seen a photo of him, he sounded fantastic.

On the drive to Rossi’s mansion you listened to your favorite music. Singing every lyric to kill your nerves. You parked and it seemed everyone else had already arrived.

You ring the doorbell and Rossi opens it. When he sees you he smiles proudly and yells “Principessa! Sei bellissima!” He hugs you and brings you in to meet the team.

“You know Aaron, this is JJ, Emily, this is Derek Morgan.” You shake each persons hand as he says their name.

“Ah, the infamous Derek Morgan.” You say. “Nice to meet you all.”

“Pleasures all mine, gorgeous.” Derek winks at you. Emily punches his arm. “Leave her alone weirdo.” She scolds.

A brightly dressed woman with beautifully styled blonde hair runs into the room carrying two wine glasses and speaking excitedly.

“Is she here yet? Oh hi!!” She pulls you into a big hug.

“You must be Penelope! I’ve heard so much about you. All of you. What about the infamous Dr. Reid? Is he here yet?” You nonchalantly ask.

“She’s developed a little bit of a crush on our good doctor.” Rossi spills.

“I have not!” You pout, embarrassed by this very true fact.

Everyone chuckles. The doorbell chimes loudly through the foyer.

“Uh oh, it’s your future husband.” David teases.

“Keep it up and I’ll pour your vintage scotch down the drain.” You retort. Rossi puts his hands up in defeat and goes to answer the door.

“Here’s the one I want you to meet! Spencer, this is our little star of the FBI academy!” Rossi boasts. Dr. Reid smiles and waves at you. You reach your hand out to shake his and he frowns. They were right. He’s literally so handsome I can barely think. You think. Barely.

“I don’t shake hands. Too many germs. It’s actually safer to kiss.” He tells you.

“Ok, come here then.” You reach out and pucker your lips. Spencer slowly backs away and clears his throat.

“Oh my god, wait no I was joking.” You quickly attempt to retrace what you said. Ever so embarrassed you quickly change the subject. Spencer smiles shyly.

“Anyways, um David told me you have an eidetic memory. I think that’s really fascinating. I actually couldn’t wait to meet you and have a conversation with you. I really really want to get to know more about you! Not that I was obsessed with you before even meeting you, definitely not the case. That would be weird. You’re really cool, I mean you seem cool because how would I know that. I never met you before. Although I was expecting more of a mad scientist look to be honest. You’re really attractive though, I mean your face is scientifically perfect I mean… you know what I’ll be right back” You ramble on and realize you’re embarrassing yourself. It’s not your fault. When you look at Spencer’s face your brain goes to mush.

You excuse yourself and try to run away to the safety of a nearby restroom. Someone grabs hold of your wrist despite the estimated germ count.

“I’d love to get to know you too.” Spencer’s smiling at you.

“You don’t think I’m a crazy rambler?” You ask, worriedly.

“I’m a bit of a rambler myself.” He chuckles and leads you to a nearby couch. You two end up talking for over an hour about everything. He tells you about his mother, his life in Vegas, and how he’s banned from multiple casinos which made you laugh so hard. You tell him stories of Rossi when you were growing up. The time Rossi had choked on some of his pasta when babysitting you and had spat it out through his nose. This makes Spencer crack up.

“Guys look.” Morgan motions to you two talking and laughing. Everyone else at the party looks over.

“I had a feeling they would get along.” Hotch breaks into a smile. Rossi however is scowling.

You leave to refill your root beer and David walks over to Spencer.

“Hey Rossi, she’s really fun to talk to. Thank you for inviting me tonight. I’m having so much fun.” Spencer smiles up at him.

Rossi plasters on a fake smile. “Are you?” Spencer nods happily. Rossi’s face grows serious and he leans in, “Good, because if you hurt her, just remember, I would know exactly how to get away with murder.” Rossi smiles at Spencer and pats his back and walks back to the party. Spencer swallows nervously.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He whispers to himself.

“Wasn’t planning on what?” You walk back in and hand him an extra root beer.

“Nothing. Thanks.” Spencer smiles and opens his root beer.

“So tell me more about when you got kidnapped by a cult leader?” You ask eagerly.

“Well this guy, his name was Benjamin Cyrus. We infiltrated his cult by pretending to be child protective services. Me and Emily got caught in the middle of crossfire. SWAT shot at them, they shot back, and put us all in danger.” He tells you everything about that case. You watch in awe at the way he talks. “Rossi actually brought them fried chicken with a microphone bug in the bucket.” Spencer laughs recalling the silly detail.

“Mmm sounds delicious.”

Rossi has been keeping his eye on you two. You look really happy but he likes having Spencer terrified of him. Your back is to Rossi and when Spencer makes eye contact. Rossi points at you and then Spencer and makes a cutting motion on his throat. This makes Spencer nervous. You notice him turn pale and turn around. You see Rossi is just playing cards with Aaron.

Penelope goes around passing out liquor to everyone. “Bottles for everyone!” She cheers over and over slurring her words. Morgan wrangles her to sit back down, stumbling, also intoxicated. You down your bottle and Spencer watches in shock.

You get crazier and Spencer goes to put the bottle Penelope had handed him, back in the kitchen. You’re dancing or trying to anyway. Spencer accidentally bumps you and you pull him down with you. The bottle in his hand breaks and splashes all over you both. Rossi hears a loud crash and comes into the kitchen.

“What the hell happened in here!” Rossi shouts noticing the red liquid trickling everywhere and you, in a now-red stained dress.

“We fell.” You and Spencer say at the same time.

You giggle, “Jinx!”

“You know the origin of the jinx was actually-“

“Clean this up brainiac!” Rossi cuts him off and hands Spencer a sponge.

“Yes sir.” Spencer falls to his knees and starts scrubbing. You notice the room felt hotter as he did so. Was it the weather or the sight of Spencer working hard?

“I’m sorry you got red wine all over you. You looked really nice. Not that you don’t look nice anymore. You look beautiful. I just feel bad your clothes got stained now.”

“Of all the days to wear a white dress. You’re lucky you’re cute Dr. Reid.”

You pick up a different sponge and help him clean.

“You don’t need to help.” He starts.

“It was partly my fault. Plus I know he’s gonna come in here and try to see if he can see his reflection in the tile. If he can’t,” You make a cracking sound and air-motion bending something, Spencer presumes to be, his neck if the red wine doesn’t come up.

“The guys so rich he can afford someone to professionally clean.” Spencer laughs at this.

“I know! One time when I was seven I accidentally spilled some jam and he told me if I didn’t clean it, all the jam in the world would disappear and I could never eat it ever again.”

Spencer opens his mouth in shock, “That is so mean!”

“It worked though.” You say while scrubbing the floor harder. He laughs so loud. Something he noticed he hadn’t done in a long time.

You decide to push his buttons a little since practically none of the wine got on him. You flick some water and soap at him.

“Hey!” He splashes you with some water back.

You stand up and discreetly grab the water sprayer on the sink and turn it on full blast. Spencer yells and with no way to defend himself, tries to stop the water with his hands. Penelope and Morgan run in and you spray them. Everyone’s laughing so hard you don’t see Emily come up behind you with a bucket of water. She throws it on you and you scream.

“ITS COLD!”

Hotch and Rossi walk in and shake their heads in disbelief.

“I’m disappointed in you all,” Hotch starts. Everyone stops and fearfully looks at him. “for not including me in the fun!” He grabs the water sprayer from you and splashes Rossi. While you’re all fooling around you notice a groundbreaking discovery. Spencer’s lilac purple shirt is completely see through and soaked. His nipples are even hard from the cold water. Hot damn.

You show up behind him and squeeze his hand and pull him to one of the bedrooms. You both lean in and kiss softly. You attack his lips with kisses and soon the kisses mesh together and become messier. He’s moaning into your mouth while you attempt to rip his shirt off.

“Wait.” He stops you. You pull away confused. “If Rossi’s upset about some red wine won’t he be more upset if we get… you know what on the bed?”

“Cum?” You ask. Spencer makes a disgusted face at your choice of words. “Nah only if he comes through with a black light.”

“No I meant the…stains.” He points at your dress, his face completely red.

“Oh this?” You motion to your now red dress. You reach behind you and untie your dress, letting it fall to the ground. You stand in front of him completely bare. Good thing you chose to not wear anything under it this evening.

You start to hum ‘Summertime Sadness’ while you stalk towards him. When you push him back on the bed you hear a loud knock at the door.

“AHHHHHHHH” Spencer screams while covering his crotch with a blanket. You simply pick your soaked dress off the ground and sloppily put it back on. Rossi continues pounding his fist on the door.

“Tie me.” You command.

“Huh?” Spencer looks up confused and disoriented. You motion to the back of the dress and Spencer ties a cute bow with the strings. His nimble fingers moving as quickly as they’ll allow. He thinks Rossi’s fist might soon break through the door. You calmly walk to the door and carefully turn the knob.

“Hello.” You smile sweetly.

He simply crosses his arms and glares at Spencer. “Both of you, out. Now. I don’t even want to think about what you were thinking of doing in my guest bedroom young lady.” He wags his finger at you. When Spencer stands up to leave, Rossi stops him with his hand.

“Remember what I said I’d do if you hurt her. She’s like a daughter to me.”

“I-I-I won’t David, I was actually going to ask your permission. If I ma-maybe could take her on a date?” Rossi’s eyebrows raise at Spencer’s request, as if to say, tell me more. “I think she’d enjoy a film fest, they’re playing some old monster movies down at the drive in, some are in Russian, but that’s alright because I could translate to her. I’ll have her home by 11:30 I promise.” Spencer’s stumbling over his words nervously.

Rossi bursts out laughing, “Kid she doesn’t live with me anymore. She’s an adult. You don’t need my permission. Hope you two have fun. I was only worried about my sheets!” He runs to the bed fixing the creases you two had made.

After that he asked you if you’d like to go, of course you said yes. That Saturday night you two had so much fun and fell in love even more.

the end :)

pls pls tell me some of u thought this was even a little bit funny

actually pls tell me if u enjoyed this at all

i’m laughing so hard writing the part about his nipples help

fun fact when i wrote the part about reader wearing a white dress i was listening to this

#ms when i procrastinate #Spotify #criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #matthewgraygubler #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfic #mgg x reader

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ?

feat. shinichiro sano, inui seishu, draken, mitsuya takashi, hanma shuji x gn!reader - fluff (1.3k+)

—in which you and the boys have a sleepover together.

nana's note: tried to write for some characters i don't usually write for (as per requested by my followers hehe)! i hope my characterization of them isn't too off, please enjoy and let me cry over hanma shuji again.

SHINICHIRO quietly shuts the door behind him, as he steps onto the balcony of his home. the warm air of a tokyo sunday travels across the exposed skin of his arms—a pleasing sensation as he searches his pocket for a lighter. a pack of opened cigarettes lay on the small table in the corner. shinichiro bends over to fetch one, lights it up, and takes a long drag. he sighs, leaning forward against the railing. everything is quiet, save for the sounds of people beneath him and the occasional loud honk of a car. but then, the sound of balcony’s door makes him turn.

it’s you—with your jacket half-on and hair disheveled all cutely. “shini, i’m gonna head home soon. i’ve got wor—”

“why don’t you just stay the night?” he says, almost without realizing. he takes another drag of his cigarette at your expression; are you gonna turn him down? but as he exhales, the smoke that evades his vision dispurses to reveal a small smile on your face. shinichiro feels his lungs somehow haven’t exhaled.

you drop your bag on the floor, and join him outside. taking his hand in his, you begin to play with his fingers, pondering his suggestion. he looks at you with an expectant look, cigarette caught between his lips. “only if you drive me to work—without making me late.” you laugh.

shinichiro laughs with you, exhaling once more as he intertwines your hand with his. “well of course, darling.”

INUI rinses his face twice more, before you hand him a towel to pat himself dry with. “thank you,” he mumbles, voice muffled by the cotton smushed on him. you smile at him, glancing up at the bunny headband keeping his hair away from his face. he reluctantly agreed to use it, considering that no one else was around to see a man of his caliber wearing such an accessory.

“you look cuter than you think, sei’” you look at him through the mirror, in time to see his face burn up the slightest bit before he turns his head away from your lingering eyes.

“just focus on washing your face,” he says, still refusing to face you. you giggle, as you lather the cleanser between your fingers and apply it to your face. doing skincare was a therapeutic part of both your separate routines, therefore nothing could victor the happiness you felt to do it with him.

you wash away the foam, pat yourself dry with a towel and remove your headband. taking his hand in yours, you lead him to your bed.

“you know, for someone who claims they hate the headband so much—why haven’t you taken yours off yet?” you tease, pointing out the pastel pink headband still neatly wrapped around his head.

inui’s eyes widen, and you’re able to capture the full extent of his blush as he scrambles to take off the headband, throwing it in your direction with a huff.

DRAKEN shakes the bag of chips, stopping when they almost spill over the edge of the bowl and onto his bedroom floor. you pop open another can of pop, reaching over to pour some into his cup. the two of you have been using this sleepover as an excuse to get high on sugar and empty calories. you’ve been at it for hours now, just mindlessly chowing down snacks while talking about everything and nothing all at once.

“that flavour is so ass, babe.” draken complains, slouching down against the side of his bed, his long arm extending over to grab some popcorn from your lap. he watches solemnly as the liquid fills his cup, before you retract your arm.

“quit your whining, you always drink it all anyways.” you retort, snorting at the look of feigned disgust on your boyfriend’s face. “besides, that’s not what you should be complaining about—try feeling the numbness in my ass from sitting on your floor for so long.”

draken laughs, coughing on his food. “my ass hurts too y’know!” he yells lightheartedly, making you laugh hysterically with him. “m’sorry i ain’t got a table for us to eat at,” he says, placing a hand on your thigh before squeezing slightly. “and i don’t think you want to eat in the main lobby of a brothel.”

you sigh, and scooch yourself closer to draken’s body. “it’s really no big deal ken, at least both of our asses hurt.” you lean up, pressing a kiss to his lips. “there’s no one else i’d rather share this butt pain with, anyways.” you say, mirroring the grin plastered on draken’s face.

MITSUYA scrubs the plate in his hands with a sponge, coating it in soapy water before moving onto the next set of dishes in the sink. upstairs, he can hear mana and luna running around while squealing; they’re probably playing some kind of tag game. “be careful girls! don’t get hurt!” he calls from the kitchen, pausing his movements to listen for a response:

“yes brother! we’ll be careful!” luna calls out from atop the stairs, before huffing away as her sister chases her once more. mitsuya smiles, glad that they were able to occupy themselves when he had his hands full. behind him, mitsuya hears a huff too—but it’s from you, who's carrying a basket-full of laundry that needs to be folded. you place it down on the floor and begin to fold the articles of clothing, separating them between his clothes, his sisters’ and his mothers’.

“s-sweetheart! you don’t need to do all that,” mitsuya scrambles to finish the dishes, when he realizes you’re intent on folding it all yourself. “you can just relax, i’ll be done in a bit.”

you bite back a grin, and shake your head at him. “let me help you out takashi,” he blinks at you with an unreadable expression, “you deserve to have some weight taken off your shoulders.”

placing a neatly folded sweater on the couch, you walk over to where he stands and wrap your arms around his waist from behind. you squeeze him tenderly, “let me help you,” your voice is muffled by his back, which you’ve shoved your face against. mitsuya’s hands—still wearing gloves, and covered in soap—are frozen as you stay there for a few moments. then he smiles down at you behind his shoulder, and with an expression of pure gratefulness, he laughs, “.. okay, my love.”

HANMA bickers you for the third time to get into bed with him: “babe! the bed’s so cold without you next to me, y’know?” he whines, making you shoot him a glare from across the room. he snickers, cheering like a child when you finally shut off the lights and walk towards the bed. hanma lifts the blanket for you to crawl under, pulling it over your body along with his own when you slump under.

you groan happily, feeling all your muscles relax under the weight of the blanket, and hanma’s secured arms around your waist. “s’much better,” he mutters quietly, face tucked into the crook of your neck. you two had left the window slightly ajar, allowing pleasantly warm winds and the sounds of citylife to sway into the otherwise—silent room of your house.

yawning, hanma presses a kiss to your nape and pulls you closer to him. you blindly search for his hands under the blanket, interlacing your fingers with his once you did, while shivers travelled down your spine at the feeling of his smile against your skin. you lift his hand to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his tattooed skin, earning yourself more pecks to your skin as his lips decide to travel across the expanse of your shoulders.

as your eyes become gradually heavier, you grant yourself the luxury of finally closing them. and before the wonders of sleep can completely take over, hanma whispers a quiet “love you, angel”, before falling asleep holding you in his arms.

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beanxiv · 10 months

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NAGI X READER WHEN HE CALLS THEM A PAIN AND THEY GET SAD SO HE COMFORT THEM -🌷 anon

waiting ; nagi seishiro ✩࿐

warnings: hurt/comfort (im so bad at writing hurt/comfort so pretend this is good), petnames, nagi being mean (at the beginning), communication issues :/, established relationship

notes: nagi is definitely the type to bottle in all of his frustration and then take it out on you unintentionally, but its ok i can change him.

wc: 1.9k

"sei, can we watch a movie together?" you sit on one end of the couch while nagi lays on his stomach next to you (feet by your thighs and head facing the opposite arm rest) taking up the rest of the couch. his nose is buried in his phone screen, explosions and other video game sounds blasting from the speaker.

"uhhm, 'kay. lemme finish this round." your boyfriend mumbles, not bothering to look over his shoulder at you.

you sigh, but decide to stay patient. "okay, baby." you fiddle with the tv remote as you wait. when a couple minutes pass you tilt your head to glimpse at nagi's face. "done yet, shiro?"

"no. wait."

you frown, "okay.. but you've been playing for an hour before i asked you to watch a movie and you said you'd finish this round fifteen minutes ago."

"oh, my bad. i accidentally started a new round. i have t'finish the round now, can't pause an online game. just gimme a few more minutes." he still barely acknowledges you, nothing more than a slight shrug of his shoulders.

when another ten minutes pass your patience starts to wear thin. "seishiro, do you want to watch a movie together or—"

"i said wait a few minutes. the round is still goin— ah, fuck! you made me die.." nagi clicks his tongue in annoyance. pushing up off his elbows to sit up and angrily tossing his phone on the carpet. "goddamn, y/n. you're such a pain sometimes."

you blink, an ache building deep in your chest. "what?" you swallow the lump in your throat away. "i asked you if you wanted to watch a movie. you said yes and told me to wait. i waited fifteen minutes and asked again. you told me to wait. i waited again. i stayed patient for thirty minutes. now you're calling me a pain? after barely even looking at me today? you haven't talked to me since you came home from practice three hours ago!" you scoff in spite of yourself, "..really, seishiro. if you wanted space, you could have told me."

you see the weight of nagi's words start to process in his eyes, "shit— i didn't mean that, y/n. wait—"

"i'm tired of waiting, nagi." with that you slide off the couch and walk into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut before nagi can see tears of frustration threaten to spill over your eyes.

when the door shuts loudly nagi flinches but doesn't move from the couch. he sits there, swearing under his breath and running a hand down his face. "i'm such a fucking idiot.." he wishes he could kick himself for his stupid mouth. the image of your face completely falling into bitter sorrow when he called you a pain replays in his head. regret freezes his veins, and his own heart starts to ache each time your expression fills his brain.

he swears at himself again before jumping off the couch and rushing to your shared bedroom. he hesitates but manages to knock twice on the door.

"y/n, baby. i'm so sorry. please," he chews on his lip. please what? he doesn't even know what he's asking for. please open the door, please forgive me, or please talk to me? he doesn't know. he'll take any option at the moment.

he hears you shuffle to the door and sniff. are you crying? his heart breaks a little bit more at the thought of you hurt because of his idiocy.

"nagi, i meant what i said." you still haven't opened the door. but talking through the wood is better than nothing. "i'm tired of this. it's not the first time this has happened. you've ignored me a lot before. i understand if you want time for yourself, i do too sometimes. but don't tell me you're going to do something with me and not mean it."

"i know, y/n. i'm sorry, i just.." nagi isn't known for his way with words. he's not used to voicing his every thought. but he's willing to make the effort to fix his mistake and make it up to you. "practice sucked today. i was in a shitty mood after and i took it out on you when i shouldn't have."

he hears you sigh. the lock on the door clicks and you pull the door open. nagi searches your face for any indication of your reaction. his heart drops at the sight of your red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

he wants to pull you tight against himself— kiss the hurt away— but he holds himself in place. he doesn't want to push his limits until you completely forgive him.

"why didn't you just tell me? we've been dating for so long now, do you still not feel comfortable enough to tell me things?"

"no! i do. i just— today was so stressful, i just wanted to lock myself up in the house and play games to get my mind off of it. i didn't realize i'd been ignoring you all day, i'm sorry."

you let out a laugh that doesn't quite reach your eyes, "see? nagi, you could have told me all of this hours ago. none of this would have happened." you have a bitter look in your eyes that tells nagi you're still upset. "it would've been that easy. just a simple 'hey, y/n i had a rough day today, and i'm not really in the mood to do anything today.' and i would have respected that and moved on."

he steps forward and takes your hands in his, "angel, i'm sorry. really sorry for calling you a pain. i swear i didn't mean it. it was— i was projecting my frustration onto you when i should have just communicated it and found an output a different way. you're the farthest thing from a pain. you're— you're honestly the reason why i'm living my life," nagi breathes out a laugh. "if it weren't for you my routine would just be wake up, football, games, eat, sleep, repeat. and not only that, you're beautiful, inside and out. and you make me laugh, and you make really good food for me, and you help me take care of choki. actually, not only that— you help me take care of myself too. honestly, i don't know if i could survive without you, y/n. so please, please forgive me, angel."

you chew on your bottom lip, "nagi—"

nagi winces, "and please stop calling me that."

this pulls a ghost of a smile onto your lips which sends a flutter through nagi's heart. you think to yourself for a moment and the smile fades slightly. "seishiro, a relationship works two ways. you know that. for it to work you have to talk to me. tell me everything— if practice went well, tell me. if it was absolute shit, still tell me. if you feel like doing something, tell me. if you don't, tell me again. i didn't start dating you just for the title, sei. i want to be with you. i want to know what makes you happy, what stresses you out— i want to know everything you'll allow me to. in exchange, i'll trust you with my heart too."

nagi presses his lips together in a tight line, "i trust you with everything. you know i do. fuck, i trust you with some things more than i trust myself." nagi sighs through his nose, his eyes a window of rare vulnerability. a window that opened only for you. "i can tell you anything, y/n, i know i can. i just don't know how. it's not something i do. i mean before you moved in with me, i lived alone during high school-- until blue lock-- and i didn't talk to anyone except reo in school. i'm not used to talking about myself and what's on my mind. the only thing i ever spilled my thoughts to was choki— my cactus for fucks sake," nagi laughs dryly. he felt pathetic telling you something so stupid. it reminded him why he kept his heavier thoughts to himself. but...

"well, you have me now. ah, and choki too if it helps," is that a smile? you're smiling— only slightly, but a smile nonetheless.

does that mean you've forgiven him? no... even if you do forgive him, he still owes you a proper apology. he wont let you walk away without it.

"i think you're a better listener than choki," nagi admits. when he expected you to scoff in his face and turn away, you stayed and continued talking with him. "i just took to long to understand that. and i promise to work on it. i'm sorry, angel. i never want to hurt you, i only want to see you happy."

"thank you, 'shiro." you murmur, finally looking up at him. nagi searches your expression for any remnants of pain and he sees none, as soon as he sees the soft look in your eyes he exhales, all of his worry leaving his chest. you smile slightly, squeezing his hand a bit. "i accept your apology. and ill try to be patient too, i understand it takes time to completely share all of your thoughts and feelings, so i won't push if you don't want to tell me anything, but at least tell me that much if you don't feel like talking."

nagi nods, "i will. i promise, i swear i'll work on it. thank you, yn. thank you for forgiving me." he can't help himself anymore, and pulls you snug to his chest, his arms right around your waist as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. "i love tou so much.. i would beat myself up if i lost you because i'm a moron."

you giggle a bit, your hand coming up to card through his hair. "mhm, you are kind of a moron."

"yeah?" nagi chuckles back, sighing softy. you feel his breath fan against your neck and pull him from the crook of your neck to look at him.

"yeah, you are. but as long as we both work on communicating, we'll be okay." a grin tugs at your lips as you look at your boyfriend.

nagi nods, his soft white hair swishing a bit as he does. "i promise t'communicate better, angel. or at least i'll try my best for you."

"and that's all i'm asking for," you murmur, the grin still on your face as you lean towards nagi to plant a kiss on his lips.

nagi returns your kiss before pulling away to look at you, "you wanted t'watch a movie together earlier.. right?"

"are you sure?" you chew on your lip, looking at him with a furrow between your brows that he wants to kiss away. "if you're still not feeling up to it, it's oka-"

"i want to," nagi interrupts, pulling you in by your waist to kiss between your brows. "so let's go cuddle and watch something."

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#i think i hate this..#can u tell i dont usually write angst/hurt #im so used to writing fluff i had no clue how to go about this #i bullshitted this whole request im so sorry anon #😭😭#beanxiv writes #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro #seishiro nagi #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #nagi x reader #nagi blue lock #blue lock nagi #hurt/comfort

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saetoshi · 1 year

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you pavlov’d nagi. you’re sure of it.

funny thing is, you hadn’t even meant for it to happen.

part of you feels bad for accidentally doing it to him. (the other part of you really enjoys the results, though.)

you tap your pencil against the table, a faint smile on your lips.

“sei,” you call out, “c’mere.”

he’s standing next to you in a matter of seconds, an expectant look in his eyes. (it’s cute how there’s a small hint of a smile on his lips, you think.)

“that was quick,” you laugh.

he blinks, raising your hands to cup his cheeks. “don’t stall.”

you playfully roll your eyes. “fine.”

you lean up to press a quick kiss to his lips. there corners of his lips quirk up when you pull away. nagi pulls out a chair next to you, quickly taking a seat and resting his head against the table.

“it’s funny,” you muse.

he tilts his head slightly in confusion. “what is?”

you cheekily smile, “the fact i pavlov’d you into expecting a kiss whenever i say c’mere.”

a pout tugs at his lips. you laugh at his reaction, reaching out to pat his head.

“whatever.” he sulks.

“don’t pout!” you poke his nose, “you’re getting something good out of it.”

he huffs, “you’re mean.”

“i’m not!” you snort.

he hides his face from your gaze, “i bet you did it on purpose.”

“i did not,” laughter spills from your lips when you hear his teasing tone.

“sei,” you wipe tears off your eyes, “i promise i didn’t pavlov you intentionally.”

he lifts his head to look at you, brows furrowed. “i don’t believe you.”

you roll your eyes, “you can pavlov me back if it’ll make you feel better.”

there’s a slight twinkle in his eyes when you say that. “really?”

“sure.” you shrug, “just make it something sweet.”

he frowns. you frown back, jaw dropping in faux offense.

“mine is cute!” you huff, “you receive a kiss.”

you cross your arms, “it’s only fair that i get to be pavlov’d with something nice.”

he stares at you, pouting, “fine.”

there’s a small pause.

“what should i do?”

you blink. “what should i know?”

“you did it first.” he mutters.

“i didn’t mean to!” you shoot back.

“yeah, sure,” his lips curve up slightly.

“fine,” you pout, “don’t believe me.”

a comfortable silence settles between the two of you. nagi rests his head back on the table, a slightly focused look on his face.

“sei.”

his head perks up at the sound of his name, a curious twinkle in his eyes. his eyes slightly widen at the mischievous look in yours.

you hold your arms out, a big grin on your face, “c’mere.”

#i owe this fic to my babygirl rue neoheros fan for life #i pavlovd her guys !!!!!#we pavlov’d each other actually #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishiro #bllk nagi #blue lock nagi #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you

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lilspacewolfie · 2 months

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Devil On Your Back

Spawned from pure, unhinged talks with @ghelullu. Lu... you know what you did Lu! <3

Content: 575 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, sexual content, soft and sweet, love-making, soft dom devil!terzo, body worship, handjobs, praise kink, copia is #stressed, lucifer gives him a hand and his dick, no beta we die like nihil!

The only sounds in the darkened bedroom are the soft rasps of shifting fabrics and Lucifer’s breathy groans in his ear.

��That’s it, tesoro mio,” Lucifer nuzzles the spot beneath his ear, pressing a sweep of gentle kisses to the sensitive skin that leads to his nape. “So good. So good for me.”

The pace He’s taken is unhurried and it makes Copia hot all over—his back, chest, everything just feels warm and achingly tender. He whimpers, shuddering under His praise and the soft swell of Lucifer’s stomach as He stretches over him; hips rolling in waves, filling him each time He hits the curved shores of Copia’s arse.

“Su—Sua…ahh…” Copia whines when Terzo covers his hand and laces their fingers, giving him something to grasp onto. He holds tight, pleasure climbing higher through him. “Ti prego—”

“Shh, shh,” Lucifer touches him carefully, stroking his hips, his thighs and the line of his spine that He follows with His lips. Copia can’t help when his hips start to churn into the bed—not rutting, not quite yet, but he will be soon if Terzo keeps up this pace.

A strong hand pets up the arch and dips of his spine, thumbing the red hickies that litter his skin. They then thread through his hair and Copia buries his face into the silk sheets, muffling a moan, the sensation prickling along his scalp. His cock gives a sharp throb, wet and sticking to the sheets when Lucifer’s nails drag through his hair. He’s needed this all day, this care, this release of energy and stress.

“Ti prego, Lucifer…”

“I know, amore. I know. Lift up for me.”

Lucifer kisses across his freckled shoulders, slowly lowering Himself until He’s flush to Copia’s spine. His hand curves under Copia’s ribs when he raises himself up enough that Lucifer can touch him. He’s not sure how long he can hold his hips up for, not when his legs threaten to collapse beneath him.

Terzo squeezes his chest, caressing down to the softer parts of Copia’s lower belly that are covered with dark hair, leading all the way to the root of his leaking cock. He’s trembling. He doesn't remember when it started, but each time Lucifer presses into him he falls apart bit by bit. He truly crumbles when Lucifer takes him in hand.

“That’s it. Let go for me,” Lucifer tells him in hushed words and Copia can't think straight anymore when He tightens his grip on their joined hands.

Copia turns his head and gasps, meeting Lucifer's waiting mouth with his own as he fucks His fist. His groan of pleasure is swallowed, lost in the heated kiss as Lucifer picks up the pace and times His thrusts with the strokes of His hand.

When Copia cums, shuddering and whimpering as the hot drip of release spills over his God’s fist around him, Lucifer goes still. He presses His face into Copia’s hair with a long low moan, following him over the edge.

“Sei così bello, amore,” Terzo whispers, gently, holding Copia while he trembles in the aftermath.

Eventually, when Copia stops shaking and slumps limply into the bed, Lucifer remains over him, surrounding him. Copia tugs their laced fingers closer, panting as he presses his lips to their joined fingers.

“Ti amo, cuore mio,” Copia breathes.

“Anch’io, ti amo,” Lucifer hums, shifting above him so that His lips meet the curve of Copia’s neck. “Let me run you a bath.”

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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🦒 anon here. I wrote something for you and the nice anon that complimented me and said warprize Hob should have pregnant sex. They're right. He deserves it. Cw: pregnancy, lactation, exhibitionism, A/B/O.

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"Is this—better now, my Hob?"

Hob just wails with trembling thighs, a sound that can surely be heard past the closed doors of the throne room. His head hangs low between his shoulders, down to his forearms that lean comfortably on the cushion of Dream's throne. Hob is kneeling in front of it, shoulders slightly more elevated than his hips, so that his lungs won't be hindered in their work by his now massive belly, but low enough that it's still taking the weight off his hips.

Dream is pounding into him from behind, one arm cradled around Hob's precious middle, the other snaking up to fondle and caress his heavy chest. He is still breastfeeding Clara a few times a day, insisting that it's healthier for her if they wait until she weans herself, and adamant about nursing her to sleep. She's still so little, not even two.

It makes his body perfect in Dream's eyes, devotion and love in every firm curve, in every stained garment. Sometimes Hob spills over in public, wincing with the stinging pressure-pang of suddenly released milk, his shirt eagerly soaking up the wetness. Some times he's nearly mad, torn between the discomfort of putting the needs of their children before his own body, and the lust it brings him that they're theirs, his and Dream's, palpable, real because of their love for each other. Those are the days that his wide, flowing trousers are soaked, too.

Dream refuses to be embarrassed about it. Hob is still very much a functioning member of his kingdom, he attends court and meetings and dinners held for delegates and Dream will punish even guests if they so much as whisper about Hob when his first and most important obligations make themselves known at lesser ones.

Today, Hob has bravely sat through two hours of negotiations, and then he hadn't been able to stand it anymore. He'd gotten up, groaning, pressing his fists into the small of his back. Dream had seen that the seat of his trousers had been absolutely drenched, the lovely, thick smell of pregnant and nursing Omega permeating the entire throne room and it had taken Dream two seconds to dismiss the delegates of the neighboring kingdom and close the doors after them himself.

His Hob has been so patient, so brave for enduring to sit for such a long time and Dream intends to take good care of him always, to alleviate as much of his discomfort as he is able to and reward him for the things he can't make better with everything Hob wants.

So here they are, Hob wanton and half out of his mind with pleasure, slick pouring down his thighs all the way onto the floor as Dream fucks him as good as he can to put counterpressure on his pelvic floor and overwrite his pains with pleasure.

"Dream, DrEAM—" Hob shouts, clenching around Dream's cock, a new wave of slick pouring out of him, pushing himself back as much as he can.

The wet, obscene slapping of their thighs and hips as Dream pounds into him faster echoes through the vast room and Dream hopes that their guests have lingered outside and can hear how good he is taking care of his mate and consort. He hopes they can hear every wet sound, every cry and moan.

Hob almost sobs as Dream picks up the pace, his face now resting on the cushion, his body rocking violently with every thrust. Dream does his best to cushion the movement of Hob's stomach with his arm sei as not to hurt him. It's big, far bigger than with his first pregnancy, and far bigger than it should be at seven months.

The royal doctor has told them Hob is very likely to have twins and Dream has been devoted to Hob's comfort ever since. He's also been unable to go without touching Hob for long, mesmerized, awestruck that Hob is giving him such a heavenly gift, that Hob's body should be capable of such wonders.

And so Dream carries the weight of his precious belly for Hob when they fuck, and many more times besides. He caresses it now, up and down as he pleasures Hob, the taut skin shifting with every movement.

Hob's cunt clenches violently around him in a second orgasm and Hob cries out, wanting, still wanting, for Dream to keep going. Dream can't deny him anything. He keeps his rhythm, Hob's rippling around him making it almost impossible not to come himself, but somehow he manages it.

An almost constant sound works itself out of Hob's throat, a long, deep moan, only interrupted by intakes of breath and hitched by every sharp snap of Dream's hips.

"Come on, my precious darling," Dream coos, moving his other hand to tug at Hob's nipples. "You can manage another one. I know you can. You want to. Let go again, for me, my precious jewel."

Hob's entire body shudders and Dream can feel his fingers growing wet, can see drops of milk splashing onto the marble floor. The spasms around Dream's cock grow rhythmic again and Dream keeps up as good as he can.

"Yes! Dream, please, Alpha, oh please—" Hob begins to shout again, the thing he wants, he violently needs, in close reach. His milk is a steady flow now, small puddles on the floor, slick between Dream's hand and Hob's chest. The sweet smell drives Dream crazy, works him into a frenzy. He pulls Hob up by his torso, his back flush against Dream's chest. Hob screams at the sudden pressure from above, the weight of his belly resting on his hips again, spearing him deeper onto Dream, sitting heavy on his pelvis.

He howls through his orgasm, clenching down like a vice, pulling Dream over the edge with him. Groaning low, Dream pumps his seed into Hob with short, deep thrusts, his knot swelling and pressing further into Hob until he sobs.

When their breath has steadied somewhat, Dream pulls the cushion from his throne and lays them onto their side, still joined by his knot, the cushion under Hob's poor hip, Hob's shoulder and head resting on Dream's arm and chest. It's rather uncomfortable, but Dream won't ask Hob to move, not now, and what's a little discomfort of his own when he can alleviate Hob's for a few, precious moments? Nothing. Nothing at all.

"Thank you," Hob sighs, just a little hoarse, and Dream preens a little at that. He did good.

"Any time," Dream assures him with a kiss on his shoulder. "Are you tired? Sleep."

Hob moans, a quiet, content thing, and wiggles a bit to get comfortable. He is asleep in under a minute. Dream pets his hair, his side, his belly, and feels their children kick. Yes, he thinks, he hopes they've heard. If not, he will have Hob in front of them next time, over the table, staining the papers and maps. And then nobody will utter a word about Hob not being good or dedicated enough again.

🦒 anon!! I am yelling and screaming!! This is such lovely tender sexy smut, I'm so obsessed with how Dream is absolutely focused on Hob’s comfort. So. Good. Yes he absolutely should make sure that everyone can hear next time!!

Thanks for this delicious little ficlet. What a delight!!! ❤❤

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 2 years

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Oops I dropped this! Maybe you'd like to have it?

Some edging and rough sex with Terzo and a fem reader, homemade, explicit content below the cut

“Sei così buono per me.”

Terzo’s breath is hot on your ear, heavy with lust and broken by escaped whines of satisfaction.

You let out a low moan when his cock sinks deeper into your dripping entrance and his hand tightens its grip where it is braced across your abdomen from behind. He’s been fucking you agonizingly slowly, edging the both of you for only Lucifer knows how long now. His bare chest, slick with sweat, presses against your back while he grinds his hips against your ass and you both whine in desperation.

“Papa…” you groan, your fists clenched tightly around the curtains where he had you bent over the couch.

He moans as he deliberately pushes himself into you, approaching his last dregs of self restraint. “Sì, cara mia.”

You pant for air and reach behind you to grab a fistful of his hair, drawing out a sharp hiss from between his teeth that dissolves into a pleasured groan. “Please… I need you to fuck me…”

“I am fucking you, mia dolce,” he purrs, placing a kiss on the back of your neck while continuing the languid thrusting of his hips.

You hear him chuckle from behind you and you smile, laying your head back against his shoulder. This is his favorite game. Your hold on his hair tightens and you reply, “No. I need you to fuck me, Papa.”

A low hum rumbles in his chest and you can feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten. “Now, now, cara. What is the magic word?”

Your breath grows even heavier when his cock reaches as deep inside of you as it can go and he holds it there. You can feel it pulsing against your walls while he breathes down your neck, carrying your desire to new heights. You know he must be hanging on by a thread too, but he always manages to get you to succumb first. Bastard.

You shudder and whine loudly, “Please!”

“Please who?”

He his panting just as hard as you are, yet remains otherwise still as stone.

“Please, Papa!”

A deep growl meets the shell of your ear before Terzo pulls out and slams into you, falling into a merciless rhythm of fucking you with reckless with abandon. You both cry out in unison and hold onto each other tightly, desperate for air, but more desperate for release.

It takes only a moment for the wild sensation of your orgasm to spill over, forcing his name from your throat while you clench around his sensitized shaft. Terzo is pulled over the edge with you and his arms wrap around your middle to hold you close while hot ropes of cum fill your pussy.

His voice is raspy while he nuzzles his forehead against your temple, still inside you as he whispers praises in a mixture of Italian and broken English that send tingles back to your center already.

With his hand caressing your cheek, he purrs, “Mia regina. La mia sola ed unica.”

#papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo #ghost fic #ghost fandom #explict #nsft #smutty fic #remember fiction is fiction #ghost fanfiction

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oldmanenjoyer · 8 months

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Can you do a Peppino X female reader fic where reader gets all done up for an advent shes attending (nice dress and make up) and we see peppinos reaction to her

In this fic can they not be in a relationship as well? I like will they wont theys hopefully this isnt to much Thank you!!

It was only a quick visit. A chance to say hello and to drop off a book for Gustavo, one of your favorites he's been curious about. Peppino knew to expect you, and he also knew that your sister's birthday was today, and that she was having a fancy dinner for it. Very fancy.

He knew it. Prepared for it even.

So why did seeing you walk through the door floor him so bad?

Peppino stood straight as a board, watching the wind from the closing door flourish your skirt. The shimmery fabric danced around you in beautiful waves, and hugged your torso beautifully, like you were cradled in liquid gemstones.

Gustavo didn't give Peppino the chance to embarrass himself, thankfully. The little gnome rushed forward, endless compliments for your attire spilling out of him. You beamed, burning like a stars within Peppino's tiny restaurant, and offered the book over.

"Take good care of it." You said, playfully stern. "No chewing on the pages for Brick. I love this book quite a bit, you hear me?" Gustavo laughed, and that was when you glanced up, meeting Peppino's gaze with a dazzling grin. "Hey, Peppino."

"Sei così bellissimissima." He spat out, before he could get a grip on his own mind. Your head cocked, smile jerking into an amused smirk as Gustavo started to guffaw, but it was obvious you didn't quite understand.

"Er, thanks!" You said, fluffing out your skirt. "My sister helped me buy it!" Gustavo started laughing even harder, despite your playful whack to the shoulder. "Stop that! Is that not what he said???"

Peppino covered his burning face with his hands. As embarrassed as he was, you truly were beautiful, laughing and jokingly beating on Gustavo for making fun of both you and him. He wanted to work up the nerve to tell you what he said, maybe wax poetics about how you made everything around you far more lovely just by existing nearby. But that bravery couldn't be reached, even when you gave him such a sad little pout.

Instead, he shuffled out from behind the counter, and walked towards you. He could pretend, play along with the joking atmosphere. He could sweep your hand into his and kiss it, spewing Italian affections to make you blush and giggle.

And if you realized he was serious? Then he'd deal with it.

For now, however, he just wanted to see you glow.

#peppino spaghetti x reader #pizza tower x reader #peppino x reader #surprise bitch bet you thought you'd seen the last of me #struggling creatively so jumping around requests

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amniotic · 19 days

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I do love to make little mixtapes for my ships. well, this got out of hand, so there's the lyrics and the vibes i get of each of these songs. i'ts first time that i make a "story" with the songs, so each one is from zoro or sanji pov, kind of progressing cause my headcanon it's that they started like frenemies with benefits to married husbands cause i'm a romantic at heart.

˗ˏˋ listen here ˎˊ˗

lyrics under the cut ♫₊˚.🎧 ✧

Montero (call me by your name) - lil nas x

Romantic talking? You don't even have to try. You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight. You know that you can Call me when you want, call me when you need Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way Oh, call me by your name. Tell me you love me in private, Call me by your name.I do not care if you lying

Amarrame - Mon Laferte

Ignórame. Ven y pierde la razón. Quiero que me ruegues y me mires a los ojos. Dame la espalda, desenfócame. Tómame del pelo y repíteme mi nombre. Y ámame, pero sin querer

Kiss with a fist - Florence + the machine

You gave a kick. I gave a slap. You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed I spilled your blood upon the floor. You broke my leg in return So sit back and watch the bed burn. Love sticks. Sweat drips. A kick to the teeth is good for some. A kiss with a fist is better than none

Rush - Troye Sivan

Big communication, tell me what you want Translate your vibration, let your body talk to me I feel the rush, Addicted to your touch

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

If you like your coffee hot, Let me be your coffee pot Secrets I have held in my heart, Are harder to hide than I thought, Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

Good Old fashion lover boy - queen

What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy, Set my alarm, turn on my charm. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy. Let me feel your heartbeat, can you feel my love heat?

O sarracino - Renato Carosone

'O sarracino, 'o sarracino. Tutt"e ffemmene fa 'nnammurá Ll'uocchie 'e brigante e 'o sole 'nfaccia. Ogne figliola s'appiccia si 'o vede 'e passá. Na sigaretta 'mmocca, na mana dint"a sacca. E se ne va smargiasso, pe' tutt"a cittá

Pienso en tu mirá - Rosalía

Me da miedo cuando sales Sonriendo pa' la calle Porque todos pueden ver Los hoyuelitos que te salen Me da miedo cuando sales Pienso en tu mirá', tu mirá', clavá', es una bala en el pecho

Algo contigo - Rita payes

Y me quedan muy pocos caminos. Y aunque pueda parecerte un desatino, no quisiera yo morirme sin tener algo contigo

Hallucinate - Dua Lipa

I hallucinate when you call my name, Got stars in my eyes, And they don't fade when you come my way No, I couldn't live without your touch, No, I could never have too much, I'll breathe you in forever and ever, Hallucinate Kill me slowly with your kiss, Wrap me 'round your fingertips

Washing machine heart - mitski

Baby, will you kiss me already? And toss your dirty shoes. In my washing machine heart. Baby, bang it up inside Baby, though I've closed my eyes, I know who you pretend I am

Your best american girl - Mitski

You're the sun, you've never seen the night. But you hear its song from the morning birds. Well, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star. But awake at night I'll be singing to the birds. Don't wait for me, I can't come You're the one. You're all I ever wanted. I think I'll regret this

誰かの願いが叶うころ - Utada Hikaru

あなたの幸せ願うほど　わがままが増えてくよ. それでもあなたを引き止めたい　いつだってそうそれならあなたを抱き寄せたい　できるだけぎゅっと

Can't help falling in love - elvis presley

"Only fools rush in". But I can't help Falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin. If I can't help Falling in love with you? Take my hand. Take my whole life too

One of your girls - troye sivan

Give me a call if you ever get lonely.I'll be like one of your girls or your homies Say what you want, and I'll keep it a secret. You get the key to my heart, and I need it

Sei la mia cittá - cosmo

Sei la mia città, fuori dal tempo. Sei la mia città, è un complimento. Sei la mia città, ti sento dentro

koko de kissu shite - shiina ringo

I´ll never be able to give up on you. So never say good bye And kiss me once again 行かないでね. 何処にだってあたしと一緒じゃなきゃ厭よ. あなたしか見て無いのよ今すぐに此処でキスして Don't go. Wherever you go, you have to be with me. I only see you. Kiss me here right now

Eres para mí - Julieta Venegas

Temes sentir más de la cuenta. El corazón es un músculo, Si no late revienta. Extraño mirarte de lejos. De hacernos los tontos, parecemos tan viejos. Tiempo, mm, ¿quieres más tiempo?. Mírame la piel, ¿no ves acaso lo que siento?

Tú eres para mí, yo soy para ti El viento me lo dijo con un soplo suavecillo

Strawberry blond - mitski

I love it when you look my way. Look at you, strawberry blond. Fields rolling on, I love it when you call my name. All I need, darling, is a life in your shape I picture it, soft and I ache

there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

Oh, please don't drop me home¨. Because it's not my home, it's their home And I'm welcome no more To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die. And if a ten-ton truckKills the both of us To die by your side. Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

From the start - laufey

Don't you dare look at me that way I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same. Oh, the burning pain Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate "She's so perfect", blah, blah, blah That when I talk to you Oh, Cupid walks right through And shoots an arrow through my heart. And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it, too? Confess I loved you from the start

Enamorada - Miranda!

Mi corazón palpitaba, Cada vez que ese hombre se me acercaba. Y con el tiempo me empezó a gustar. Debo decir que no me fue tan mal Ahora estoy mucho mejor, Porque me di cuenta que tuvo sentido Haber recorrido lo que recorrí. Si al final de cuentas él era mi recompensa, Qué suerte que nunca me fui

Somethin' Stupid - Frank Sinata

And then I go and spoil it all. By saying something stupid like "I love you"

Dreams - the cranberries

Then I open up and see. The person falling here is me A different way to be And now I tell you openly, You have my heart so don't hurt me. You're what I couldn't find

Love on top - beyoncé

I can feel the sun whenever you're near. Every time you touch me, I just melt away Nothing's perfect, but it's worth it. After fighting through my tears And finally, you put me first. Baby, it's you.

#im cringe but im free #zosan #mixtape #this is so eccletic sorry asdjkasdla #i know some lyrics are in spanish and japanese #i can put the translation #but this is like more for me i know the meanings of these songs ajksda #i cannot make a mixtape without florence and utada hikaru #zoro x sanji #ronoroa zoro x sanji #sanzo

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garoujo · 11 months

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✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; �� nagi seems to feel a new bout of motivation everytime he looks at you.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, not proof-read. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note: i’m tryna write more again so pls take this lil nagi blurb while i try to find some motivation ueueue :3

nagi doesnt know what this feeling is, he thinks as he gives you a lazy, hazed blink from where he’s curling over you and you’re blinking back through your own lust-clouded gaze — lips parted into an ‘o’ as you gasp out a pretty, dreamy seishiro.

he’s already came, he can feel it in the way oversensitivity stings along his thick shaft — making his pace stutter despite the way he still continues to sink himself into the tight hug of your pussy. every deep kiss of his cock along your swollen sensitive spots make him twitch as every wet connection of his hips with yours squelches loudly, drawing back his hips to give the gooey rim of your cum around the base a drowsy look that only seems to make him throb.

should stop now, cleanin’ up is gonna be bothersome.. nagi thinks but he only seems to pull you closer despite the way you’re panting out his name as his hips rock with yours, feeling him nuzzle himself into the crook of your neck with the next languid roll of his hips.

“ah..” what a paaain, nagi thinks again but “..feels too good.” is what he says as his hips stutter, deeper into the warm hug of your body as you press your chest close to his — fingers tugging at the messy mop of white hair that’s slightly wet with sweat.

“sei.. y-you don’t have to keep going, ah—came already.” he feels hazy but nagi knows he’s sweating hard — panting against your skin as he buries himself into you and he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him.. this feeling, he doesn’t want to pull away. not yet.

“nah, ‘m good.” he grumbles before he’s following it up with a sloppy kiss smeared against your jawline, another deep press of his hips against yours and he thinks it feels even fucking better this time when you’re still trembling from your orgasm. you’re holding him tighter, sucking him right in with every slick withdrawal before he pushes into you again and a mixture of his cum and yours spills out — smearing along his pelvis and your thighs with every grind of his cock into you.

“..don’t wanna be done yet, angel.” nagi’s voice trembles but it feels like his body is moving faster than his mind can keep up with. he’s breathing deep, he wants a bath and to cuddle up with you to play games for the rest of the night but the way you’re looking at him, doe-eyed as pretty tears cling along the corners of your lashes makes him feel better, like a relief from the sting of exhaustion and he can’t help but want to explore that feeling.

you just look so pretty when you cum, he wonders if he can make you do that again.

“i want another one.”

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#blue lock x you #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk x you #nagi x you #nagi x reader #nagi smut #nagi seishiro smut #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you

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shenrickyz · 4 months

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BOY DRAMA (;° ロ°)!!!

basically, minjae and seojun are nosy, and hikari is drop dead in love with one of his dream members | timestamp; nct sei's callisto tour (2023) | wc: 0.8k

"WHAT HAPPENED!?"

minjae can never just not scream can he? everywhere he goes he just has to make his presence aware, makani almost considers getting up and punching him in the face, but he keeps his composure, focusing on his game, which was previously occupying his attention.

hikari on the other hand is not even surprised, and turns to the culprit in the room, who pretends he has no idea what's going on or why minjae shouted like the building was blowing up. zixin just clears his throat, pretending he didn't just out the older 00 liner to the person in the group with the biggest mouth.

"a thing".

"what thing?" well shit— seojun peaks his head from behind the door, having walked past the hotel room and overhearing the conversation.

now the two arguably nosiest nct sei members were on his back, and he couldn't do anything but spill. "hikari's thing with—"

"we don't have a thing!" hikari is quick to counter, eager to disprove zixin's words. his tone of voice conveys that he is, in fact, lying, and he curses himself for being so obvious with his emotions. "we just— it was, a one time thing, once!"

"you kissed him more than once!"

"you kissed who!?"

"YOU KISSED SOMEBODY!?"

makani closes his eyes, scrunching his nose as he glares at minjae, as always, the source of noise. minjae has no time for his unnecessarily intimidating glares though, because the news he just heard is news.

seojun makes his way over to his fellow dream member, sitting down beside hikari with the largest shit–eating grin on his face. "so.. who was it?" he asks, narrowing his eyes at the older member.

"uh.." hikari awkwardly laughs. he does not want to say, he squeezes the pillow in his lap, he freezes for a moment, unable to find his voice for some reason, so he turns to makani.

makani looks up, narrowing his eyes, then a small 'ah' escapes his lips, he gets what hikari wants him to say. "oh, it was jeno".

silence.

then— chaos.

"OH YOU ARE JOKING!"

hikari closes his eyes, putting the pillow to his face, he doesn't want to see anyone else's reactions. seojun laughs, then screams, possibly louder than minjae this time.

"jisung owes me twenty dollars!" seojun screeches, and that sentence is what makes hikari look up from the pillow where he'd previously buried his face.

"you made a bet?"

"kinda.. jisung said he thought it'd be you and jaemin but he was SUCH an idiot oh he is so gonna be mad—"

"i don't think that's the most important thing here" makani voices clearly, his fingers still playing the game on his switch, but his gaze completely focused on the eldest 00 liner. "hikari is clearly in love with jeno and he's denying it.."

"i'm not!" hikari puts his hands up. "i'm not in love with jeno!" he yells, as if he was being accused of committing a crime. "it was just a thing we did".

"more than once".

"and you enjoyed that thing each and every time" makani stares at him in his usual judging manner, hikari immediately shrinks under his gaze, again clutching the pillow in front of him.

"okay.. i'm sorry, how did you two get to know about this but not us?" minjae asks, pointing at makani and zixin, who both look at him like he's crazy.

"because you'd go around and tell everybody, even non-nct members" makani replies like it's a matter of a fact, eyes going back to his switch. minjae's jaw drops, like he was genuinely offended by the clearly true words. "don't look at me like that, you know i'm right".

the words make minjae pout, but he doesn't try to argue with the older, because he'll get shut down immediately.

"what the hell is going on here?"

finally, after what seems like forever, the beloved leader of nct sei appears, looking confused as ever at why all five nct sei members are crowded into one hotel room. "hikari and jeno have a thing".

hikari gasps when that is the first thing zixin decides to say, resisting the urge to absolutely punch him. "oh! congratulations!"

"were not—" hikari groans, covering his face with his hands. "were not dating!"

"but your in love with him" makani states for the nth time that moment.

and somehow, that is the one that gets hikari to break, and he once again puts the pillow in his face. "fuck i am!"

"then why don't you just.. tell him?" seojun asks, and hikari frowns, like that's the one question he'd been dreading the whole conversation.

"because, it's too risky, i don't want to put pressure on him and i don't even know if he even likes me back it's—" he pauses, clenching his jaw. "i don't want a repeat of the michi situation.."

"it's just gonna eat you up then".

"i know i just—" hikari sighs, taking in a deep breath. "i'll tell him when the time is right!"

"and your gonna keep making out with him until then?"

minjae yells when hikari begins throwing the pillows on his bed at him.

new nct sei content for you @junjiie ^_^!!

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mom0ny · 7 months

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Song

Halina shoots one of the boys, but unfortunately the guy is faster and grabs her by the arms. Olivia quickly grabs her gun and shoots the guy in the leg.

Halina: AH! *points gun at other guys*

Guy 2 grabs Halina from behind, holding her: DISGRACE!

Halina bites the guy's arm really hard until blood comes out: GRRR

Olivia runs towards one of the boys and tries to shoot, but misses and gets punched in the stomach.

Olivia kneels, gasping for air: cough cough cough

Guy 1: you bitch *about to kick her*

Olivia, pretending to be out of breath, shoots him in the face and kills him: her punch is weak.

Halina biting her arm hard made the guy let go, unable to bear the pain he was feeling, she picked up a lamp that was next to her and hit the guy in the head: 💢

The guy loses consciousness for a few seconds, but quickly grabs one of the pieces of the lamp and attacks it, but Halina quickly notices and shoots him in the face.

Olivia is quickly disarmed and grabbed by the neck, but Halina unexpectedly appears from behind and attacks the guy in the hallways with an ax and kills him.

Olivia notices another guy shooting at one of them, but Olivia quickly throws the bulletless gun at his head and Halina kills him with an ax to the neck.

Halina is in shock for a while, her plan didn't go as she expected, but the shock is interrupted by one of the guys who had been shot in the leg and was crawling on the floor like a worm. Halina was about to kill him, but Olivia goes first and pulls him by the hair, making the guy grunt in pain.

Olivia: you worm, you shit, you shit, YOU SHIT!

Olivia hatefully started opening and closing the door in her head over and over, while Halina looked on perplexed but not surprised. Olivia continues with all the hatred she had inside her until the door and the floor are covered in blood.

Halina approaches: enough, enough!

Olivia continued to crush the guy's head, ignoring Halina.

Halina pulls Olivia: I SAID STOP!

Olivia stops, catching her breath:..... is it over?

Halina: yes... I think so, but let's go before I see more bastards.

*8 minutes later*

After a while, Olivia and Halina hurriedly prepared to leave as quickly as possible. Halina noticed that some people were looking and seemed scared.

Olivia: ignore them, let's go *grabs Halina's hand and pulls*

After a few minutes of brisk walking, the two were at the bus stop, completely perplexed by the situation that had occurred.

Olivia: what do they want with us?

Halina doesn't respond, thinking for a few seconds, until a thought comes to her mind:.... I think they have something involved with Mordecai's kidnapping...

Olivia: how did they know we were after the three of them?

Halina:... I don't know... we didn't avoid killing them all, we made mistakes! What the hell!

Halina is irritated for a few seconds, until she realizes that it's not worth crying over spilled milk, she wasn't even thinking straight at the moment, she was too sleepy and agitated to think.

Olivia:..did you get hurt?

Halina: hm?...no, were you hurt?

Olivia: a little, but nothing serious.

Halina: where did you get hurt?

Olivia: it's nothing serious, my neck is just a little red *smiles* but no one even notices

Halina, seeing Olivia's neck a little red, took an old scarf from the bedroom closet and put it on her.

Halina:... that's it, I hid it so no one would notice.

Olivia: thank you

The two remain silent for a few minutes, until they hear Olivia softly singing a foreign song.

Olívia: não sei oque faço, a minha vida é uma luta sem fim 🎶

Halina looks at Olivia curiously.

Olívia: me sinto no espaço, o tempo todo a procura de mim🎶 há dias na vida, que a gente pensa que não vai conseguir, que é bem melhor deixa tudo e fugir.... Que em outro mundo tudo vai resolver 🎶🎶

Halina looking curious, tries to sing along with the strange tongue: no.... Não sei... Sei oque.. Fasso... A minha fida é uma lutcha sin fin..

Olivia looks at Halina and laughs slightly, finding it funny, until she sees a bus approaching.

(I know this song is from after 1920, but I love this song so much that I wanted to put it on for no reason / continues)

@wpk12art

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