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darkbluekies · 2 months

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Hey if you don't mind me asking, what are you working on rn?

Why don't i show a few of them? :)

Autocorrect will stand for the weird things I will hopefully take care of when editing

dbs SS Normandie (project name) — all 5, male detective reader [releases 11th may]

“What are you going to do now?” you spit, cocking your head to the side. “Throw me overboard?”

“Not exactly”, Silas says, smiling menacingly.

“Not yet, at least”, Jerry says, grinning.

“If I don't meet my contact in New York, people will know that something has happened to me”, you say coldly. “They'll hunt you down.”

“Oh, will they now? I didn't realize that we had stolen their golden boy.” Silas's cruel smile widens. “Well, Golden Boy, plans seem to have changed.”

You glare at him in confusion. Silas pets your head twice and you hiss at the painful touch. Whatever they hit you with, it must have caused a gigantic bruise.

“Seems like we have to keep you for a while”, he says.

You glare at him.

“Do you really think ropes will stop me?” you ask. “I'll be out of here in no time.”

“I would very much like for you to see what we do to you if you decide to break free.”

(Have two smaller parts because the other teasers became longer)

Before pulling you up on your feet, she unties them. You stumble, almost falling on Jerry.

“Watch it, big boy”, she warns you. “If you knock me down I’m kicking you between your legs.”

“If you hadn’t tied my feet, I would actually have blood in them. I can’t feel them.”

She unties your hands. You make your way into the bathroom and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Hedwig had wiped away some of the blood, but there were still traces of it in your scalp. You sigh heavily. What should you do? Finally, your hands and feet are free, but you aren’t yet. And — after a quick look around — there’s no way out. The only way out is through the door which Jerry is guarding.

You could perhaps get out by defeating Jerry, but you have something against fighting women. But, then again, she had knocked you with — what you guess was — a glass bottle. You look around for something that can help you and lay your eyes on a metal bar over the bathtub, used to pull one up. Without a second thought and will all your might, you rip it off. You give it a few squeezes, feeling if it could be strong enough to be used as a weapon and trying to find a comfortable, yet strong, grip.

You open the door quickly and swing the metal bar towards Jerry. She tries to grab it out of your hands but you push her off and knock her to the ground with the bar. You're not sure how hard you are hitting her, but it's enough force to keep her down. Quickly, you make your way past her and storm out of the cabin, almost crashing into the opposite wall in the corridor. You look around quickly, trying to think of where to go. After what Silas said, that he has more men than just his second in command lurking around, you're not sure who you can be seen by.

Foreign queen (project name) — Edmund, female reader

You sit down on the bed with your head in your lap, waiting for something to happen. The castle makes sounds, as if it is trying to communicate … and for the moment it is the closest thing to comprehensible you can hear.

The door unlock again and you look up from your hands, only to be met by the king. He closes the door behind him. You freeze. He lets his eyes wander over you with a small smile.

“Beautiful”, he says.

“What do you want?” you whisper.

“You have a beautiful voice when you don’t yell or cry. Shame I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

He moves over to the bed, standing in front of you. You look up at him. He moves his hand slowly towards your face to move a piece of your hair out of your eyes. You sit frozen under his touch, too scared to move. The man points to himself.

“Edmund”, he says.

You recognise a name when you hear it.

“Edmund?” you whisper hesitantly.

He smiles and nods. Your accent makes his name feel new, personalized. It’s your name for him.

“Yes, Edmund, that’s right”, he says and points at you. “You?”

“Y/N …”, you whisper.

Edmund stands still for a moment before his smile widens. Hearing your name makes him feel euphoric.

“Y/N”, he says, tasting your name on his tongue. “Y/N.”

Edmund smiles.

Sick (project name) — hedwig, gender neutral reader

The chauffeur helps you up the stairs as you enter the georgian mansion. Your legs give up halfway and you almost crash into the stairs. The chauffeur grabs you quickly.

“Sorry”, you whisper.

“Don’t be”, he says.

He leaves you on Hedwig’s bed and asks if there is something he can get you. You shake your head. Even if you did need something, you still feel weird asking random people to get it for you. the few times you’ve done that, you’ve offered to pay but they’ve always turned it down. You’re not Hedwig, you aren’t used to having a dozen people do things for you. You have your own two hands and legs and are fully capable of doing things yourself.

“Should I get you some medicine?” the chauffeur asks. “I’m sure miss Hedwig would like it if I do.”

You give up, your head aching too much to discuss what you do or don’t need. You agree to him buying the medicine. As soon as he leaves, you change into your pajamas and tuck yourself in, hugging Hedwig’s teddy bear. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, there's a faint knock on the door. You pry your eyes open slightly to see the chef sneak in.

“What should I do for you?” he asks.

“Hedwig recommended soup”, you mumble.

“In that case I will make soup.”

He disappears again. You fall asleep within minutes and doesn’t notice when the chef comes in with steaming carrot soup, or when the chauffeur comes with the medicine. You first wake up when Hedwig leaves kisses over your face.

“I’m sorry for waking you, sweetheart”, she whispers apologetically, caressing your face. “But I got worried. You haven’t touched the soup or the medicine at all.” She feels your forehead softly. “Have you taken your temperature yet?”

“I have been sleeping”, you explain and cough loudly.

Hedwig furrows her brows worriedly and helps you sit up. She smiles as she sees you hugging her teddy. You cough again and she caresses your hair, looking as worried as if you'd have cut your arm off.

Like father, like son — Edmund + his son Ludwig, female reader

Edmund returns a few days later when everyone is asleep. Ludwig meets him in the hall and fixes his hair quickly.

“Welcome back, father”, he says.

“Has everything gone smoothly?” Edmund asks nonchalantly. “Has my wife done anything she shouldn’t?”

“She hasn’t!”

Edmund smiles. “That’s my girl. Well, where is she? Is she sleeping?”

“I believe so, father. She has been feeling a little … down … so …”

Edmund twirls around and gives him a stern gaze.

“What?” he asks coldly.

“I haven’t let her out of her room since the day you left. She has been forced to rest.”

Edmund practically runs to your shared chamber, wanting to get to you as quick as possible. He opens the door to find you sleeping in the bed. He sinks down on his knees in front of you and brushes the hair out of your face. You open your eyes slowly and he smiles.

“Hi, my jewel”, he whispers lovingly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Edmund”, you gasp, somehow happy that he’s back, that you don’t have to deal with Ludwig anymore.

He hugs you and brings your face into his neck. His arms sneak around your waist.

“Ludwig has been telling me that you’ve been feeling a little down”, he whispered into your hair. “What happened, my dear?”

“Nothing”, you replied. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me. Tell me.”

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thvshusband · 3 months

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sub!brahms x soft femdom reader: his first time

tags: extremely horny and desperate brahms, blowjob, fingering (f. receiving), breast play, titty sucking, riding, creampie, sooo much praise

pet names: good boy, mommy

a/n: sorry for such a long and unexpected hiatus! my anxiety and writer’s block has been taking a toll on me, but i’m back :) i love all the support i’ve received :) thanks for reading, i love you 💕

NSFW below the cut

since the day you moved in, he’d been watching you. he’s always been turned on way too easily, and yet you make him even more feral. before your first shower there, he watched you through the walls, touching himself through his pants. he tried his best to keep quiet, but you got him so worked up a few breathy moans slipped out, but you didn’t notice. as he got more comfortable around you, of course he becomes sloppy and starts hinting at his presence. once he revealed himself to you and it was time for his goodnight kiss, all he could think about is how much he wanted to feel your lips on his and fuck you until he couldn’t feel his legs anymore.

when you kiss the painted lips of his mask, he took the opportunity to kiss you passionately, yet very inexperienced and sloppy. you guide him and correct him while his hands roamed around your body. he reaches up and squeezes your boobs, causing you to moan into the kiss. you break the kiss to take off your shirt and brahms stares at your chest without shame before pulling your bra down and watching himself squeeze and play with your boobs. it was so much better to see your tits in hands than seeing them while you’re getting a shower or imagining it while jerking off.

“i wanna put my mouth on them, please y/n, i’ve been so good for you,” brahms begs. you nod in response, a green light for what he wants to do to you. as soon as you let him, he puts one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking softly.

“mmh, fuck brahms,” you moan, loving the masked man’s lips around your areola.

you’re so wet you can feel a wet spot starting to form in your panties. you palm his dick, causing him to buck his hips into your hand, making him more desperate. he moves his hands to your ass, pulling up your skirt to showcase your comfy pink frilly panties, which happened to be his favorite. that’s why he picked today out of all days to reveal himself to you. he sticks his fingers in the band of your panties, impatient to take them off. you start grinding his hard dick through his pants against your pussy only covered by a semi thin layer of comfy silk. he whimpers and moans in response. after only about two minutes, you can tell he is getting close.

“wanna be your good boy,” brahms whines almost incoherently, “wanna make you feel good.”

this gives you the idea of letting him do what he has been fantasizing about since the day you got there. you get up and slide off your panties before getting on the bed and spreading your legs, showing brahms how turned on he made you. he practically almost cums in his pants when you do that, he eagerly crawls to you on the bed and asks for permission.

“may i? please?” he begs, longing to touch you.

when you nod your head as a green light, he spreads your cunt open and looks at it, covered in your sticky juices. he slides his middle finger up and down your slit before slipping it in. his finger is moving slowly so you can adjust to it. you quietly moan in response, bucking your hips slightly to have more stimulation.

“such a pretty pussy, y/n, wanna touch it more,” brahms shyly praises you, glad you can’t tell how flustered he is under the mask. in response to this, you wrap your legs around him.

he had learned how you touch yourself and what kind of porn you watched or listened to. if you left your phone unlocked while you were preoccupied, he would steal it and look through all he could on your phone, including all of your intimate texts and search history. this would not only help fuel his fantasies but learn how you liked to be fucked, especially since he almost knew he’d be in this situation someday.

“can i? please, i’ve been so good i wanna be your good boy,” brahms asks before he puts another finger in.

“yes, brahms, please,” you whine. you were beyond horny at this point, his agonizingly slow finger fucking wasn’t enough to even begin soothing your need to be fucked by him.

you reach down and take your middle and ring fingers to in between your legs and start rubbing in circles. soon the room became filled with “mmh”s and “fuck”s as your secret admirer began picking up the pace. he knew you were close, and he loved the fact that he was bringing you to your high. you gradually started bucking your hips more, rubbing your clit more aggressively.

“brahms, im gonna cum!” you choke out between moans and whimpers.

he starts going faster while bending over and sucking on your nipple gently. as you finish, your legs shake and you buck your hips, your orgasm covering brahms’ fingers. he pulls them out of you and looks at the mess you made on them. he turns away and puts his fingers under his mask and into his mouth, tasting them.

“you taste amazing, mommy. wanna make you cum again all over me,” he utters after pulling his mask back down and going over to you again. he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants before pulling them off, his boxer briefs follwing soon after, along with his cardigan and tank top. you saw how hung and thick he was, it couldn’t be less than seven inches. his tip was smeared with precum. he was already very close to orgasm, so you decide to give him his first blowjob.

you make him lay down on the bed as you lay on top of him starting at his waist. you lick from the start of the base to the top of his tip, he whimpers in response. you wrap your mouth around his entire tip while driving your hands up and down the base. you swirl your tongue around his slit. his breath hitches and he starts bucking his hips, the tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag. you let go of his cock and place his hand on the back of your head, pressing down for him. he understands what you want him to do and grabs your hair, pushing your head up and down while thrusting his hips upwards.

“mommy, mommy, thank you” he yelps out, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum. can i cum? please!” he begs, desperate to finish. he pulls your head up so you can get some air and respond to him.

“yes, you can brahms,” you say, panting before he shoves your head back down so your mouth swallows his throbbing cock. he releases his hot and sticky semen down your throat, yelping as he does so.

“thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” he yells out, almost incoherently.

you take your mouth off his dick and swallow his cum before straddling him and sticking his still throbbing dick inside of you. he places his hands on your hips and helps guide you up and down fast.

“mmh, feels so good. you’re so tight and wet, mommy!” brahms yells out, nearing another orgasm. usually he doesn’t cum this fast, but you got him so worked up and you’re making his late night fantasies come true.

you place your hands on his hairy chest as you bounce at a steady pace. brahms reaches around to slap your ass and grab it.

“you’re so perfect, mommy. i want to make you cum while i’m inside you, i wanna suck on your tits again while you cum mommy,” brahms begs.

you bend over and feel his lips latch around your nipple while he squeezes the other boob with his hand. he reaches his free hand down to rub your clit. you can tell he is desperate to make you cum.

soon enough, you cum and feel him thrust up into you, both of you finishing at the same time. he lets go of your chest and you ride out your high. you get up off of him and lay down next to him, both of you tired and out of breath.

“come on, let’s get you cleaned up. i’ll start the bath,” you get up off the bed and head to the bathroom, you start the water in the bathtub and plug it.

you drag brahms into the bathroom after what seems like forever and get him to lay in the tub. you start lathering his dark curly hair. after you rinse out the soap, you wash his body and get him out of the tub before getting a bath yourself.

when you both get done cleaning up, you spend time cuddling until you fall asleep on his chest.

#brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #thvshusband

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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When will reader go mad? when will the reader go insane just over Yuuta's presence? An untamable killing force that doesnt let anyone touch or even look at Yuuta for too long. They are a danger to everyone and everything... But Yuuta. They lie to yuuta about have their actions are normal for any lover, but yuuta knows better. He knows that this is going too far and yet, he's compliant with it. Reader is violent and doesn't care about others. Yuuta appears as a damsel in distress but likes it.

Yuuta can try and does try to "help" reader. To calm them down and make them less violent. But it makes them worse!

love like mine!

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour (possessiveness, clinginess, obsessiveness, jealous, worshipping r.), mention of violence (fighting, blood, mention of killing [talk]), name-calling (boy) & pet names (slutty), mind break [yuuta]

consensual noncon (cnc), hypersexuality, heavy petting, somnophilia, sex marathon, unprotected sex / breeding, belly bulge + deep penetration, dirty talk + possessive talk, rough treatment, oral sex (r., g.) hyperstimulation (g., r.), multiple orgasms (g., r.), cum inflation (g.), praise (g.), degradation (g.), mild dumbification (g.),

WRITING STYLE: drabble + headcanons, ±2000 words; reader's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a dick ('cum')

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dark!yuuta okkotsu, dark!reader, dom!reader, top!reader

Yuuta knew that you loved him.

It wasn't some kind of secret, and it was more than mutual, even if he wasn't such a nervous mess when confessed, talking about how he is very very very very very... thinks you're so cute and so smart and impressive and amazing and so so... breathtaking, and your face looks really good for, uh, his, ugh, well... like, like lips, and, like... Like "he doesn't know how long you've been standing there, but you convince him that you haven't heard anything when try not to look at his face, blush with shame and excitement".

If you could, you would bite him

Yuuta knew that you loved him, and it was more than mutual, but he would rather walk behind you like your tail, cling to your clothes, constantly chat about you and cling to you, as if in search of warmth, as if you were the only one who could make him so needy and intoxicated, whining sleepily until you get back to him, cooking food for you and being ready to take care of you, than admit his feelings to you first, constantly worried by thoughts that your feelings are not like that, that you may not think about him like that, that your love is certainly not like that, that person like you can't fall in love with someone like him.

But even if others were... intrigued enough by this relationship, you always just said that he was 'your' — and that was enough for Yuuta. You were sure that he was yours, he belonged to you, and if someone wants him, then they will have to face you first, — and it was even more satisfying than you thought at first, seeing his happy face as he huddled up to you, spending time until one of you had things to do. It was as if he was puppy, who followed you and nuzzled your leg when you turned away from him, pressing his ears to head and whining until you pet him.

You didn't mind, actually. It was nice to have someone on a, huh, leash.

Yuuta liked to lie in bed even if he didn't want to sleep, got up hard in the morning, was not picky about food (except for some things) and liked when your things were matched, like identical key chains or t-shirts with a picture divided into two or having phrases that are understandable only when you are together. He often did not sleep until late at night, although went to bed early, had a lot of relaxing apps on phone, sometimes bought "couple" portions of food when passed by beautiful cafes that he once wanted to visit with Rika, becomes shy when you playfully exposed "too much skin" or saw something that "should not have seen", blushed with his ears and neck, easily cried from excess of feelings, loved to be near you even if you did nothing, easily scared of horror movies and loved romantic ones. Sometimes he looks somewhere and smiles, and looks at you so lovingly when he thinks you can't see; cries so easily from sad stories and movies, but always says that it doesn't matter and everything is okay, even if his wet red eyes can be seen from a kilometer away; sniffs softly when lies on you, while some silly movie is on TV, — but you can only watch how eyelashes tremble while he is blissfully asleep, warmed up and comfortably laid down.

Yuuta was so cute that sometimes you wanted to pick him up and keep him forever.

Yuuta is not sure if everything is okay when you become more annoyed and frustrated. It's not that you were angry at him or disappointed with him, but you were angry and disappointed, even if brushed off his questions and said that it didn't matter, reaching out to him, snuggling intimately, letting him feel your breath on his skin and how peacefully your heart beats, although your the body was uncomfortably tense. You often stroked him when comforted, but when he stroked you, trying to be as gentle and loving, you ask him to stop, almost biting his neck, and it would be better if you bit him, pinched him, squeezed him, hit him than to remain so silent, as if silently accusing him. As if it was his fault.

... Maybe it really was his fault? Of course, he can't remember that he did something wrong, he does everything you want, he always tries to make you happy, — but when you continue to be silent, not calming down at all, but only becoming even more tense, he feels disgustingly vulnerable, squeezing you in his arms, but knowing that he will not hold you if you want to leave. In the end, you are still restless, ignoring both words and touches, as if about to pounce on someone who will appear in your field of vision, and Yuuta wanted to say something about it, but his tongue was unpleasantly slurred when he looked at you.

“... Everything, everything will be fine. It's fine.”

You have a calm expression on your face, but his heart was beating as if from euphoria when you only press closer to him, touching his neck with your lips, almost scorching it — but it felt like if he tried to hide, moving away sensitive skin from the tantalizing heat, and you would leave, losing all interest. When you ask him if he likes Maki, his heart skips a beat — just like when you talk about Toge, teasing him with the feel of your fangs while he licks dry lips, shyly telling you that yes– but not in that sense, not in the one you're thinking about. He likes them, but not, not like some. Not like, uh, some other people.

Not the way he likes

“... you.”

you.

If he loved anything as much as you, if he adored anything as much, then he would have died; his heart physically won't be able to handle it one more time. Especially when you are silent, and Yuuta knows that if you get up now and leave without an answer, the earth will open up and he will fail, — if he does not die of broken heart, knowing that he only made it up and made it worse, he always makes it worse. In the end, he might as well say this when you are seriously busy, like "hey, you know, I really love you and if you wanted, I would kneel in front of you without any extra thought, just like that, by the way, if you're interested, lol." As if you don't have enough worries anymore and he urgently needs to load you with another one to make you even worse.

What an idiot he is.

... You taste even better than he imagined.

When you wipe away his tears, you seem completely different than were just recently — it doesn't matter, though. When you touch him again, without saying anything, but stroking him, Yuuta notices for the first time how freely he sighs, like all the pressure has disappeared, leaving only you lying on his chest.

♡ Yuuta knows that you don't do well when he pays too much attention to others. This is normal, he knows that you want the best, even if sometimes you get too carried away, dragging him away, distracting him, taking him away — preventing from talking to others, as if confirming how dependent he is on you. After all, he doesn't need anyone but you, and you don't need to remind him of that, right? He is yours, has always been yours, — and Yuuta agreed with that, so what has changed? Do you really have to change just because something went wrong? Did he change because of what? Is it because of them? After all, even after he became yours, they still get in the way, don't they?

If you could, you would destroy everything that hinders you and him — both; that prevents him from trusting you and understanding that you are doing what is necessary, that this is a common thing that couples do. In the end, you should be the only one he look at for so long and so in love — and this is the usual desire of lovers, all lovers are so obsessive and possessive. Any lover will be against their beloved looking at others and wanting other people's views, and there is nothing strange that sometimes you have to be more aggressive. It's just, huh, courtship.

Didn't he see in the movies how they climbed up the chimney to the window of their loved ones? After all, you are doing essentially the same thing — only instead of a chimney, you climb up to him at night, knowing that he is still awake, waiting for you, but without revealing it, breathing heavily when you get under his blanket, warming his cold stomach with hot hands, hearing his heart beat intoxicated with delight and fear of being caught. Yuuta is wet and warm, easily letting you undress and feel how excited and prepared he is, knowing that you will come so that you can not waste time on anything other than fucking him senselessly, ignoring even how much everything will be heard from the outside and how compromising he will look later, with trembling sticky thighs covered with bites and hickeys.

and it's definitely not in his best interest to remove these marks.

When you gently stretch him, holding your hand on his stomach, whispering about how needy and hot he is inside, as if convincing you to stay inside and not move anymore, to bind yourself to him forever, you are not sure if he is sleeping or still awake, — but when his belly fills up again under his inarticulate whining and trembling from another orgasm, while his eyelashes are sleepily fluttering, you can't find the strength to wake him up, kissing the warm skin before changing the pose. It doesn't matter — while he looks so fragile as if you only need one rough touch to break, Yuuta whining enthusiastically when you grab him by the hair, fucking his throat to his purring and gasping moans, even when his eyes are watering, so nothing will happen if his stomach becomes a little softer when you cum inside again, without letting anything leak out.

And even despite his difficulties, he looks perfect when you are inside, as if he was really created for you and only for you, being unable to accept anyone as well as you — neither emotionally, loving against all odds, nor physically, when his stomach becomes bulging from a single push.

It would be amazing if he could stay like this forever: ruddy, panting, warm, filled and blissful, marked by you, — as if fulfilled his destiny as your beloved, definitely given to you by heaven (only if you are this "heaven").

But even when you whisper to him that he is yours, only yours, Yuuta presses even closer to you through a dream, as if confirming this.

♡ If you could, you would scratch out the eyes of anyone who looks at it for too long. This is right, absolutely right, and you tell him the same thing when hug, kissing his neck, assuring that you just don't like when others look at him, he doesn't like other people's attention either, and Yuuta can only agree, feeling how you become satisfied, knowing that he understands this. Of course he understands — how could it be otherwise?

Even if it's a little cruel, if you destroy everything that poses a threat, there will be no threat, and even if you need a little blood, well... Yuuta justifies any means. If you were giving up just for something like this, you might as well let others hug your beloved, kiss your beloved, fuck your beloved, love your beloved — because you are above fighting. If it's just the need to be strong that makes you give up, then are you worthy? If you are afraid of the need to protect the treasure, then do you have the right to own it? If he's willing to do anything to keep you, but you can't protect him, then wouldn't it be better to just give up and leave?

... Even if others are not very happy, by the time you start, everything is over for others; no murders — but for some reason everyone understands that it's better not to even look at him if they don't want to lose their eyes, although you tell Yuuta that you don't know why. After all, shouldn't he be making sure that your eyes don't come off him, instead of keeping an eye on others? Maybe he also wants other people for himself, huh? Isn't you enough for him? Are you not good enough? In love couples, this is called "cheating" — but Yuuta is so desperately in love, almost going crazy when he hears your words, that you never talk about it again, advising only to be not so interested about other people's views if he does not want to lose yours,

and this is enough that he never asks again.

Even when Yuuta sees blood on you one day, but you console him with the words that it is not yours and you did not kill anyone at all. You would never dare — unless he wants you to; in the end, lovers do everything for each other, fulfilling desires and making life easier, helping each other and going hand in hand.

His body twitches from excessive stimulation, but he only greedily-timidly kisses you, whispering how much he loves you, that you are everything to him, even when you tease for how slutty he behaves, spreading his legs as soon as you want, as if constantly thinking about you and how you fuck him, even when you still smell slightly of blood, and Yuuta is too excited, knowing that you smell like that partly because of him.

♡ You're not okay. You're definitely not okay. Yuuta knows this when you become more and more impulsive and hungry, as if having tested his limits and realizing that there are none, you begin to lock him up, looking at how much he will be enough — sweet precious Yuuta, loving when he is hugged around the waist and kissed-biting his tender neck, and when you climb up to him at night, saying that he belongs to you until his brain closes off from the intensity, and when he gets on his knees, trying to calm you down, and when you call him such a good boy, so obedient and handsome, and when you make him choke, saying that he does not need to think, but only obey and please you,

and when he wrap his arms around you, holding you so tightly that you might as well merge with him.

Yuuta knows that you are not okay — no one who is okay will be like that when others look at their lover, but Yuuta gets even more excited when he feels how angry you are, seeing that he attracts attention, and kiss him hungrily in the corner, saying that he is only yours and only for you until his head gets dizzy and his knees start to weaken. If you were a little less decent, you would put him on his knees right there, letting everyone see how he drooling, crying while enthusiastically pleasuring you like a good lover, and he would not even pretend to resist, serving so desperately as if you could leave him at any moment — even if you decided leave him in the room and tie him up so Yuuta doesn't run away.

You are not okay, absolutely not okay, and when others notice it, Yuuta feels other people's pitying looks, knowing that he is in a relationship with someone like you, and hears anxious questions about how he is and whether everything is fine, but he only kisses you adoringly. "Is he okay?" Of course! Why such a question?

If he could, he would wear something that would make it clear that he is yours — if it only makes you feel calmer, knowing that you don't need to protect him like that anymore, since he won't run away anywhere else.

Even when others start to shy away, Yuuta knows that yes, something is wrong, but it's not your fault — he knew what you were like, and you never hid it, so it's his responsibility to calm you down and take care of you if he's the one who makes you feel that way. In the end, he only makes things worse, but he knows that you will listen to him even if everything goes wrong. You love him while he adored you, and he understands that you are only protecting him.

It's just a "love thing", it's "courtship", even if others don't quite understand, just looking at him as a helpless vulnerable damsel in distress.

But you are not a sea monster and he is not tied to a rock and naked; and even if he were, he does not need to be rescued.

Maybe he likes it when you're a monster.

♡ Yuuta whines as you stretch him, feeling him getting more and more full as you move, ignoring twitching and whimpering about stopping while holding his hands firmly behind his back, resting his cheek on the ground. When his body shudders violently from the feeling of fullness again before you push again, without giving him even a little time to get used to his position, biting him so hard that a mark will remain — although he should rather care about how fucked and exhausted he will be by the time you are done with him, so stuffed and sticky as if after being bred all night, with an equally overly sensitive body.

Yuuta says that you should take out stress on him, using it until you are satisfied, he wants to be the best lover for you, he can withstand everything you give, but starts crossing his legs as soon as you undress him — only to have them forcibly spread apart while you make him cum in your mouth as a preparation. Not that you had any stress that you could take out on him, but looking into his brilliant, persistent eyes, you could not say 'no', even if you then pull his hair back, exposing his neck covered with marks to hear muffled moans from how you deep, causing his eyes to roll up from excitement; screaming your name and demanding more while you're biting him, marking his red shoulders and feeling even worse when you see him sticking out his tongue, getting ready to cum again.

By the time you finish, you feel so tired but pleasantly empty, as if you have never wanted anything but rest, especially when Yuuta presses against you, pathetically hastily kissing, adoringly looking at your face, but without saying a word, being unable to even move, holding his hips apart — and exhaling sharply when you put your hand on his soft round belly, stroking, feeling how full he is.

A quiet "I love you" sounds like a cradle, even if you know you have to take care of the mess — but it's so warm and soft that you can't resist the urge to fall asleep next to it for just a couple of minutes.

for the first time you sleep so peacefully, knowing that he is in your hands and will not go anywhere.

au where the reader understands that they are not okay about yuuta and they break up only to get together again later hhhhhh

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musicoftheheart · 2 months

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hiiiiiiii dori

i’ve written a prompt for you and it feels like something you may enjoy writing so i’m sharing it with you:

“Goodbye, James.”

Thats was the last time he’d heard Regulus’ voice

The first time he saw the Dark Mark across his lover’s arm

And the moment he decided to go against everything he’d ever learned.

Ever treasured.

Ever believed in.

Just to see his lover again.

omg hiii! thank you so much for this, it was so much fun to write <33

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“Goodbye, James.”

That was the last time he’d heard Regulus’ voice.

The first time he saw the Dark Mark across his lover’s arm.

And the moment he decided to go against everything he’d ever learned.

Ever treasured.

Ever believed in.

Just to see his lover again.

As much as it shamed him to admit it, James was almost glad his parents weren’t around to see it; to see the deep black ink marring his forearm. He wasn’t sure he could’ve stomached seeing them realise that their son — the boy they’d cradled in their arms, the boy they’d raised to be kind and thoughtful and loving — had branded himself the same as murderous blood purists.

But that was just it, wasn’t it? James had been raised to love and to protect the people closest to him. And nobody had been as close to him as Regulus Black.

He could still feel the ghost of his touch, when he thought hard enough. It was all that kept him going when he’d thrown his first Avada Kedavra; it was all for Regulus. To protect him. To show him that no matter what he did, he was never ‘too cruel’ or ‘too monsterous’ for James. Because anything Regulus had done, James had too, now.

James was yet to see Regulus at any meetings, though. Or missions. Crouch Jr. said it was because James wasn’t very high in the ranks, yet.

So he rose.

He rose and he rose until even Bellatrix Lestrange was beneath him. She feared him, even. The Dark Lord was letting James lead missions; letting him plan them and decide who to bring and who to kill and who to curse until they forgot their own name. It pained him, at first. These were his friends, and he had to treat them like enemies. Marlene, Dorcas. Alice and Frank. Lily, Peter, Remus. Sirius.

For Regulus, James reminded himself, flinging a slicing hex at one of the Prewett brothers.

For Regulus, James thought, using his animagus form to spy on Order meetings.

For Regulus, James thought, facing down children on the battlefield.

He was slowly becoming more and more numb to it. Eventually, he wasn’t sure he felt anything at all.

But then.

It was a meeting like any other. The Dark Lord’s inner circle sat at the table, while lower ranking Death Eaters stood around the room. One seat eternally empty — Regulus’ — between The Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy, and directly opposite James. James had resigned himself to another hour of missing his love when, moments before the meeting was to begin, the doors swung open.

There, moving across the large manor dining room with the grace and presence of royalty, was Regulus Black. Perfect black curls smoothed back from his face, showing his sharp cheekbones and icy cold eyes and pursed lips.

James couldn’t wait to feel them again.

Regulus didn’t seem to notice him, at first, but James could see it the moment he did. Those gorgeous eyes widened just a touch, his lips fell apart. It took all of James’ self control not to throw himself across the table and invade them with his tongue.

At a guess, James reckoned Regulus took in as little of the meeting as he did himself. Their eyes had locked across the table and it seemed like nothing at all could break their stares, not until The Dark Lord announced the meeting’s conclusion and Regulus all but ran from the room like it was on fire.

By the time James caught up to him, Regulus had hidden himself away in a small drawing room and was pacing, hands tugging at his hair. He turned abruptly when James shut the door behind himself.

”James,” he breathed, running into James’ arms. Everything James had done — the curses he’d thrown, the lives he’d ended — it all fell away into nothing. All that was left was the love cradled in his arms.

”Hello, love.”

#marauders era #marauders #marauders fanfiction #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #fanfic #starchaser #sunseeker #death eaters #death eater james potter #not gonna lie i almost just killed reggie at the end but i didn’t want angst so we got a happyish ending #jegulus microfic #microfic prompt #morally grey james potter

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REPLAY: Doodle

REPLAY Masterlist | w/c: 3k | Changbin x Reader

smut, warnings will be below the cut

synopsis: You knew that keeping the raunchy voicemail Changbin left for you before you'd broken up was wrong - and that getting off to it was even worse. Yet, without fail, you were reaching for your phone every time your boyfriend left you dissatisfied.

a/n: Hoo boy, am I nervous about posting the first instance of smut my blog has seen so far. The previous installments in this series have had angst, yeah, but usually have sweet and fluffy endings. This does not. So, a bit of anxiety sharing this side of my writing with you all. BUT, here we are, with 3,000 words of angst and filth. If that's not for you, that's fine. But, to those of you still here, enjoy! <3

-Aspen

permanent taglist: @svintsandghosts

warnings: smut, angst, swearing, lowkey p*rn w/ minimal plot, afab!reader, exes, themes of/implied cheating/infidelity, inner conflict, guilt/shame, masturbation (f and m), mention of piv sex, cumplay if you squint, phone sex

“Break the rules.”

You and Changbin’s relationship had been all whirlwind with minimal romance. Despite initially clicking on the blind date you’d been set up on, it had quickly become apparent that the relationship was doomed.

Broken promises became an increasingly common occurrence. Communication became sparser and sparser as Changbin’s constant pretty vows of doing better, and the subsequent lack of follow through, made it easier to just not.

Towards the end, you’d found yourself under the assumption that anything he said to you was likely untrue. Considering that, the two of you probably should’ve called it quits much sooner.

You knew that the relationship was doomed months before you finally split, finally voicing your thoughts about the relationship as you laid against his glistening, still heaving chest.

“You know this isn’t working, right?”

He’d simply nodded and murmured, “Yeah,” without so much as flinching, allowing you out of his embrace.

There was no screaming, no fighting as you slipped back into your clothes.

No crying, no begging for another chance as you gathered your belongings.

No words, no apologies as if the inevitability of the end had already been accepted by you both.

You’d have already been gone months ago had it not been for the perfection with which he’d memorized your body, sending your doubts into oblivion as he promised with a proud smirk that nobody else could love you this way - could fuck you this way.

You didn’t miss much from then, save for his touches.

His calloused fingertips. His slick tongue. His flushed cock.

The absence of hurt following Changbin’s removal from your life made it easier to move on. You could hear about his recent accomplishments from your mutual friends and be perfectly fine. You could hear about him seeing someone new and not care that he’d taken them to your favorite restaurant.

You felt jealousy only in your most vulnerable moments, and only ever over the fact that someone else was experiencing his electric lust in your stead.

It wasn’t long before you’d managed to find yourself a new relationship, a new man with a new name.

A man who, in many ways, was better than Changbin had been.

A man that didn’t need to fuck the disappointment out of you, never letting you down in the first place. A man that got you flowers just because, not to make up for a mistake. A man that loved you as you were supposed to be loved, wholly and without hesitation.

A man that was compassionate, honest, and good.

A man who was perfect in all ways but one.

As sweet as he was, as tender as his caress may have been, he couldn’t hold a candle to the delicious pleasure Changbin so effortlessly brought you.

Perhaps if you’d met him first, if you’d never gotten to experience the ecstasy of falling apart beneath Changbin’s touch, if the taste of his name on your lips didn’t feel so wrong.

You couldn’t get to those heights, despite the way he earnestly worshiped every inch of your body during your intimate moments. It wasn’t his fault, either. He wasn’t even bad in bed. How could he possibly know that you weren’t a deity to revere - but a temple.

A temple that, unfortunately, had already felt the touch of a god.

It seemed that, in spite of the years that had passed, Changbin was true to his word about at least one thing.

Nobody could love you the same way. Nobody could fuck you the same way.

You were bitterly reminded of this as the bed shifted beneath you with the newfound absence of your partner. He’d managed to sweat his way into wanting a shower during lovemaking that had left one of you less than satisfied.

He’d asked you to join, but didn’t push when you’d declined - opting instead to simply kiss the top of your head before walking away. He never pushed, though.

Honestly, his lack of insistence was earned, the least he could do, seeing as you’d just faked yet another orgasm for him.

Not that he knew, or ever would know that.

Relief washed over you as watched him disappear around the corner, finally letting your forced smile drop. Despite the many opportunities he provided you to be rightfully appreciative, you were the most grateful for his habit of washing up after sex.

How else were you supposed to take advantage of the personalized audio porn you’d been thinking about since he’d pulled out?

A saved voicemail from Changbin from back when you were together, telling you with calm dominance exactly how to touch yourself while he was away visiting family.

The fact that you definitely should have deleted it the second you broke up was not lost on you. You knew that it was wrong, in every sense of the word, to hold onto. But how could you be expected to part with the vulgar moans that hid behind the message? With how he’d breathlessly tell you the opposite of sweet nothings? With how he instructed you on how to mimic his own touch, stroking himself, driving himself to madness at the very thought?

You could never bring yourself to part with it.

Your body was already buzzing as you reached for your phone, telling yourself that this was okay, that this was the last time you’d use Changbin’s racy instructions to help you please yourself. That you’d delete the voicemail after one more orgasm.

Though you’d said that last time, too

And the time before that.

You heard the shower begin to run in the distance, pulling your lower lip between your teeth and closing your eyes as you battled against your conscience. These thoughts always marked the start of this secretive ritual, finding the need to convince yourself that it was fine.

Telling yourself that, despite how hurt your boyfriend would be if he knew, this wasn’t actually cheating.

That, despite the guilt-spurred elusiveness of your actions, you weren’t being unfaithful.

Reasoning that after being strung along for the entirety of you and Changbin’s relationship, you’d earned a bit of dishonesty for yourself.

The logic was just as flawed as it had been every time.

Yet, without fail, you could never let guilt ruin your second chance at an orgasm.

Winning the battle against your better judgment, you stared down at the play button, a white triangle against the black call log, noting the jarring incongruence of its purity and the current context in which you pressed it. And press it you did, covering the contact info you hadn’t been hurt enough to delete with your thumb.

It didn’t feel quite as terrible if you didn’t see the name of the man whom you helplessly depended on to help you finish.

Changbin’s rasp meets your ears as you gather the wetness from between your legs, ignoring the universe’s desperate attempt at a reality check in the form of the difference your boyfriend’s cum made to the consistency of your slick.

“Slow circles, baby…”

You drew your hand slowly up, circling young fingers around your clit just as Changbin asked, sucking in a sharp inhale through the nose whist trying desperately to ignore the fact that the shamelessness of using one man’s cum but a different one’s voice turned you on.

“Harder,” your eyes fluttered closed as you obeyed, the vividness of your memories convincing you that you could the sensation of his breath against your cheek. The muscles of your backside twitched with your increasing sensitivity as you touched yourself, forcing you to buck upwards - pressing your clit harder into your hand as his voice urges you to pick up the pace.

“Nobody will ever make you come like I do.”

His words nearly growled through the phone, giving you the same delightful shiver they had when he’d say it to your face, putting a stutter in the once-even tempo of your ministrations.

You would’ve liked to say you were simply stroking his ego by allowing him to say those words with no contention back then. As you stifle yourself, muffling a moan down to a whimper at the sound of his filthy, pleasure-thickened coaching, you knew that your opinion hadn’t changed.

He was right, whether you were together or not.

An involuntary sharp intake of breath through your teeth distracts you from the thought as goosebumps rise on your arms. Touching yourself as Changbin panted his teachings into your ear was once again bringing you to a point that you’re no longer able to breathe solely through your nose.

As his recorded words became more staggered, obviously approaching release, the blossoming heat in your abdomen began to spread like wildfire. As you tended to during these deceitful moments, you allowed yourself the indulgence of wondering what he’d looked like, touching himself to the thought of you.

Had Changbin been sitting at his desk, sprawled back in his hand as he fisted his cock tightly? Had pearls of sweat rolled down his sharp chin, littering his desk with speckles of brine as thick strings of white soiled the floor?

Had he been laying down, satin sheets enviably caressing his sculpted frame? Was he shirtless, as he’d always been to sleep, as his breath grew hoarse? Stuttering as he spilled himself against the smooth expanse of his stomach?

You started panting as your arousal pools, tightening into a nearly painful coil due to the images your mind is painting. You moaned as you pressed your head back into the pillows, hips arching up from the mattress.

“Baby, ‘m close,” his voice sounded like a staggered rumble, like a sinful mix between a growl and a purr.

You could almost see the way his eyes used to roll back when he’d approach his climax, lashes fluttering as a string of profanities slurred from his lips

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna cum,” his voice was strained through clenched teeth, accompanied by the wet, uneven, positively lewd sounds of his hand pulling at his cock.

You grew more and more sensitive as you listened to him swear, throbbing with the nearness of your release.

Your pleasure was so heightened now that there wasn’t need to continue listening to his pornographic sounds. Your grip tightened forcefully on your phone, though, as a familiar heat passed through every fiber of your being.

You didn’t need to keep listening, no. Yet you did, shunning away a thought you didn’t want to acknowledge.

You kept listening because you wanted to.

You wanted to hear his labored breathing, his utterances of curses through clenched teeth, the slapping of his hand against the base of his shaft with every pump. You wanted to hear the way your name came out of his lips as choked cry. You wanted to listen as the sounds of his self-service crescendoed. You wanted to hear the strangled gasp that prefaced the slowing of his pace.

And so you did.

You wanted to hear the out of breath command he uttered next, too.

And so you did.

“Come for me.”

Your walls clenched around nothing as you did just that, finding your release to the recollection of how his jaw would go slack, unclenching as the waves of his orgasm washed over him. They fluttered as your own crashed over you, accompanied by memories of Changbin’s broad shoulders slumping as he lazily pumped his softening cock to ensure he was drained.

His name tumbled from your lips like a whispered prayer as you came.

You laid there, in a thin sheen of sweat, melting into the bed as you caught your breath. You waited for your trembling legs to calm themselves, the heat from your skin and the scent of your arousal wafting from beneath the sheet as you pulled your hand away from your still-throbbing core.

Changbin’s sigh after cumming signified the end. There was no time for pillow talk or praise remaining, your shameful secret halted by the unfortunate limit imposed on voicemails.

Ten minutes at a time. Ten minutes of Changbin’s intoxicating words and addictive sounds.

Ten minutes that you’d replayed for hours by now.

Yet, despite the time constraint, you still heard the familiar, disorganized sounds of heavy, staggered breaths. You yank your phone away from your ear, confusion only heightened by the surge of dopamine slowing your critical thinking.

You forced your bleary eyes to focus as you peered at the screen for answers. As soon as your vision had cleared enough for you to make out the blurred lines on your screen, the post-orgasm glow you’d barely gotten to enjoy shattered, replaced instantly with dread.

Four words - two of them a name - and three numbers.

Seo Changbin.

Outgoing call.

10:55.

You could have fainted when you watched the seconds continuing to add up.

10:56, 10:57, 10:58,

As they flipped to 10:59, the realization made your eyes widen, suddenly chilled despite how hot you’d felt a moment ago.

On the other end of the line for eleven minutes was Changbin himself, listening to the broken little whimpers you made as you’d gotten off to what you’d thought was the old voicemail he’d left.

Listening as you followed his every instruction.

Listening as you made yourself come undone.

Listening to the way his name sounded on your lips as you came.

You felt angry for only a moment at the fact that he’d even allow you to be so erotic, so obscene - instead taking the opportunity to join you in your ministrations, using you and your sounds to help accelerate his way to climax.

You felt as if you had no right to be mad, though. You were the one that had accidentally called Changbin while trying to use the saved message - using him just the same.

Perhaps you’d been too entangled in the throes of pleasure to notice the slight differences in what had always been the same sequence of events.

Perhaps, in your desperation for release, you simply hadn’t cared to.

You put the phone up to your ear, the familiar post-orgasm raggedness growing clearer.

“I told you,” he chuckled breathlessly, words unrushed. You swallowed hard, unable to say anything in response. He filled the prolonged silence, a slight cockiness joining his otherwise languid demeanor, “Nobody will ever get you off like I can.”

You could hear the smirk on his lips. The same smirk he always wore when he’d make you the only promise he ever kept.

You had no idea what to say, shock joining the haze your orgasm had left you in on the list of reasons why words were not currently your strong suit.

So, you simply hung up.

Just in time it seemed, as you hadn’t heard the shower turn off.

Your boyfriend walked into the room, fresh clothes and damp hair making him look far too sweet - far too good to be with someone who’d just done what you had.

At least it was an accident, your inadvertent call. You hadn’t meant to have phone sex with your ex in the very bed he’d been inside of you on no more than twenty minutes ago. You had simply meant to listen to a voicemail.

Not that you thought that really made it any better.

You watched as he grabbed a hoodie from the closet, humming happily to himself before slipping it on. He shot you a bright grin, which you forced yourself to return, as he told you he’d be back in a few hours.

You forced your face to remain pleasant as he explained his errands to you, shaking your head as he asked if you wanted anything while he was out. He pecked you on the cheek after asking if you were sure, to which you assured him you were.

You watched him exit the room, a heavy weight settling in your chest. You pulled the sheet up over your still-tingling, still completely bare chest as you felt your heart seize.

He definitely was far too sweet - far too good to be with someone who’d done what you just had.

Unsteady legs carried you to the bathroom to shower then, alone. You avoided the mirror, unwilling to face yourself after what you’d done. You took your time, scrubbing hard in an effort to remove the uncomfortable mixture of sweat, sex, and shame.

You didn’t feel like you got the entirety of the latter.

You felt far too criminal in your nakedness to take any sort of care in your wardrobe selection, simply grabbing the first clean clothes you’d touched from your drawers. You walked into the living room, flopping miserably onto the couch before grabbing the tv remote, simply hoping something mindless could distract you from your guilt.

Before you could turn it on, though, you heard the chime of a text notification. Your breath caught in your throat, a certainty over who it was - without even looking - made your blood run cold.

That was fun. Come over sometime?

You knew you should say no. Maybe even block his number. Apologize if he felt led on or tell him to fuck off, that this was a mistake - because it was.

Any of those would be better than what you’d ultimately ended up replying.

Maybe.

Despite your enigmatic reply, you couldn’t pretend not to be aware that you’d say yes eventually. You were sure Changbin knew that, too.

You couldn’t say it today, of course.

Maybe you wouldn’t be able to for weeks.

Yet, you knew with confidence that there would come a day that you’d find yourself taking him up on his offer. You knew that your desires would win out over your guilt, just as they did concerning the voicemail.

Of course you would eventually say yes, with something even more tantalizing dangling in front of you.

You tucked your phone away then, silently deciding to deal with your conscience on a different day as you tried to reassure yourself that you weren’t a terrible person. That it wasn’t your fault that the one promise he hadn’t broken would always ring true.

Nobody would ever fuck you like Seo Changbin.

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josiesullysblog · 1 year

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~Neteyam x Navi reader

~angst and fluff

~proofread - yes

~Summary-Neteyam being a simp

Neteyam followed helplessly behind you like usual. You sighed hard before placing the basket on your hip on the floor and turning to face the boy. “Yes, Neteyam?” a fake smile covered your face while Neteyam showed a genuine smile.

“Nothing, my love just enjoy watching you,” he had no shame he enjoyed watching you hard at work. You adored the boy in front of you, but you believed there was no way the two of you could work out. He was born to do something special while you, well in your mind, we're nothing.

“Neteyam, we've talked about this,” you picked the basket up and continued walking but he caught up quickly halting you from going any further. “I love you,” his hands gently placed the basket down before holding your hands, “you may as well take my heart, Koda it's already full of you.”

You sighed before attempting to pull away but Neteyam pulled you back, “please go!” you fought tears as Neteyam brought you into a hug, “what is it? What's wrong my dear,” tears ran down your cheek while you looked him in the eye. “They would question us Neteyam you were made for greatness, I was not meant to be by your side.”

In your eyes, you were nothing but in Neteyam’s you were the world, “Koda, you are my life I do not care what a few people have to say, I know where I belong and it is with you.”

Your eyes fell on your hands, which were still holding onto Neteyam’s, “I am your life?” the phrase seemed unreal to say but to him, it was the truth.

“It's true when my eyes laid on you for the first time I knew we were meant to be,” he took a simple breath bringing your hands to his mouth and placing kisses on them.

“I have flowers picked knowing one day you'll wear them,” Koda smiled as Neteyam poured his heart out explaining everything to her, “but what about your family?”

“What about them?” Koda tilted her head which made Neteyam’s heart beat a bit faster, “won't they be mad? Won't they want someone better for you?” Neteyam let out a loud laugh which puzzled the girl, “you are the one I desire, they are fully aware of this. I see you, Koda, please understand that I did not start living till I saw you. When I see you I see my future, past, and present. I am so in love with you, I have no clue what to do with myself.”

Shocked covered your face before a smile found its way. You smashed your lips onto him while he grabbed your face, deepening the kiss. His face touched you as if you were a new toy he didn't want to break. Something so fragile yet tempted him to touch.

You broke the kiss placing your foreheads together, “I see you, Neteyam, I want to be with you for the rest of my days.” a smile covered his face before he dragged you closer to the tree of voices.

Ewya’s spirit filled in the air engulfing you both while you sat down. He brought his queue toward you, and you repeated the same thing. They connected and it was like you both were reborn. There was no Neteyam or Koda it was always, us. Till the very last breath.

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Heyyy! Hope everyone is well, this week has been hectic for me but I'm glad it is finally over! I'm gonna try and get a story out tomorrow morning because I won't be home tomorrow afternoon but I won't make many promises. Hope you enjoy the love you!!

#avatar way of water #jake sully #neteyam #neteyam x y/n #avatar neytiri #neytiri #avatar tuk #avatar #loak x reader

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karizard-ao3 · 8 months

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It’s time for the school play and it’s Romeo & Juliet. Mikasa gets the role of Juliet and Eren couldn’t give a fuck about the play until he found out Romeo and Juliet kiss, in front of everybody. And now Eren is obsessively after the role, only he can’t act to save his life

There's this animanga from the late 80s/early 90s that I adore called Ranma 1/2 that has a Romeo and Juliet high school theater production arc and all I can picture is that but with Eremika as Ranma and Akane. I'm going to try to break free from that restraint.

Okay, so first things first, if Mikasa got the role and Eren didn't, that means she auditioned and he probably didn't bother. So he's shit out of luck by the time he finds out the guy cast as Romeo (Jean??? Maybe???) is going to be kissing Mikasa. This means Eren has two options: to make sure the kiss doesn't happen or to steal the role.

So, what does Eren do?

He gets himself appointed to the stage crew, of course, and begins doing everything he can to make Jean's life a living hell.

He's smacking into him with set pieces, sabotaging his props, he is orchestrating wardrobe malfunctions left and right. During rehearsals, every time they get to the kiss he knocks something over and interrupts them. The director is getting fed up but they also can't help but love watching the drama unfold before them, so they let Eren do his thing for the most part and wonder what is going to happen when the boy can't delay the kiss any longer.

Eren's already on top of that. He knows he can't keep dropping set pieces when there's an audience because he doesn't want to ruin the play for Mikasa, but he also would rather die than see her kiss another guy. Therefore, he needs Jean out of the picture. He concluded long ago that if he's going to keep Mikasa's lips for himself he has to give Jean mono. What better way to put him out of commission and prevent the kiss than the kissing disease itself? Eren loves the irony. Or, he would if he paid attention in English class long enough to know what irony is.

And so, Eren's quest to give Jean mono is already well under way by the time he enters the scene as a member of the stage crew.

But wait, you may say. How is Eren going to infect another kid with mono if he doesn't have it? You forget that Eren's father is a doctor. Eren knows from dinner time conversation that there's been an outbreak of it at a nearby high school and tons of those kids have it. All Eren has to do is get in touch with one of them and obtain their spit. He is not bound by the strictures of common decency or shame, so he starts hitting kids at the other school up, trying to find one who is just as depraved as he is who is willing to sell him their diseased saliva. And you know he manages to find one.

He cuts school takes the bus to the next town over , exchanging fifty dollars for a baby food jar full of saliva from a fellow unhinged teenage, then hurrying back to campus before the virus loses potency.

He arrives just in time for lunch and immediately gets busy contaminating poor Jean's food when he isn't looking.

Then he sits back and crosses his fingers that Jean's symptoms will hit before opening night (it takes 4 - 6 weeks for the infection to brew). He also makes sure to keep Jean's putrid lips off Mikasa. His on-stage kerfuffles have been protecting more than just his own tender heart. He's got to keep Jean from infecting Mikasa, lest Eren find himself onstage as Romeo without his Juliet.

Jean is looking concerningly healthy as opening night approaches, though, and Eren is beginning to think he's going to have to go back to the other kid's house and demand a refund when, with only two days to spare, Jean succumbs to Eren's machinations and falls ill with mononucleosis.

The director is freaking out. Jean can't be in the play if he has mono but who is going to fill in for him?

Eren to the rescue. Surprise, surprise. He has the part memorized.

The director has no choice. The show must go on even if it means Romeo recites all his lines like a robot and everyone in the audience can tell he's slipping Juliet some tongue when he kisses her. At least, the audience all tentatively agree as they try to find a bright spot in the mess of a play they just witnessed, the two leads have tons of chemisty.

#eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #high school theater au #romeo and juliet #Eren gives Jean mono #answered asks #my asks #ask me things #attack on titan #eremika au headcanons #school play #eremika fanfic

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surfinminho · 8 months

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Kinktober day 1 - Chasity w/ Han jisung

⤷ warnings: Gn!reader x Sub! jisung, masterbation, use of toys, use of Chasity cages

⤷ word count: 560

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He didn't mean to act up. It just happened!

You were away for work and wouldn't answer the texts he sent. It's not like he didn't ask for permission, he tried calling you as well but to no avail.

You gave him one rule to follow while you're gone. To not cum. Surely he could follow those rules.

No.

Everyday since you've been gone he's been itching for touch. He would find himself accidentally grinding against the soft pillow he put in-between his legs. Touching himself lightly when he's in the shower.

He's a good boy, he's your good boy. He didn't mean to break a rule. But he did.

The day you were supposed to come home, he started touching his cock. "Accidentally" as he claims. He couldn't stop. Sensations over the top. He was lost in the pleasure. As cliche as it is, you walked into the shared place back from your work trip. When you heard him whining ever so slightly.

You leave him. Let him get one more orgasm out before your punishment.

It's not like you were shocked. Figured he wouldn't last a day without breaking the rules, him making it all the way shocked you.

You continued to the path of your bedroom, opening it up to see jisung fucking his cock with a fleshlight. Squelching sounds coming from it, not being able to tell if that's his cum or abundance of lube making those sounds.

You stand in the doorway, clearing your throat to get him to stop.

He looks up at you before look down, ashamed to look you in your eyes.

"I thought I said no cumming jisung." You started walking towards the bed, maneuvering behind him.

"I-I tried but I couldn't" he spoke softly.

"Aww, that's a shame." you taunt, wrapping your hand around the toy.

"what- what are you doing?" his voice has a slight tone of concern when you start moving your hand.

"Come on baby you can give me another one right?" you kiss down his back. Moving at a fast pace.

"s-sure" he was gripping onto your thighs that was wrapped around his to keep his open.

"a-ah m'gonna cum" throwing his head back, hands having a even tighter grip on your thighs.

You get up, going to get towels and something from the closet. He tried to peel over to see what you were doing but he saw nothing.

"Baby, you know you broke a rule right?" You walk back over to the bed, where he sat. Sitting down in front of him this time. You start to clean him up, completely hiding the object you brought out the closet.

"But-" he tried to argue with you, plead if you may. Pleas for you to not give him a punishment.

When you finished cleaning him up, you pull out the cage ready to lock it on him.

You were grinning, not so happy for all the begging and desperate whines to take it off.

He looked confused, shocked even. You never brought out the cage unless he was really bad.

"w-wait" he choked out, trying to push your hands off.

"Baby, you broke a rule. We both know you were getting a punishment." You lock it up, with the key around your neck.

"One week only. You think you can manage that?"

#stray kids #surfinminho #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #sub skz #han jisung #kinktober 2023 #✧ Kinktober - Han Jisung

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getthisbread · 2 years

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I'll save you a seat.

title creds: Taylor Swift, Lover

summary: It's the little things he does that make you fall harder, and harder for him.

Lloyd Garmadon, Kai Smith, Cole Brookstone (separate) x gn!reader

(UUGHHHH HE'S JUST SO CUTE I CAN'T-)

Lloyd:

Lloyd is constantly worried he isn't enough, this fear translates into late nights and early mornings in constant training.

Please, please, please pull him away if only for five minutes, time he spends with you makes him feel like he could fight the overlord a million times over and not be tired. You refill his chronically low battery.

On a rare day that he has a chance to catch a break, he makes it all about you. No ifs, ands, or buts, you don't have a choice. He wants you to feel as loved as he does in your presence.

Misako, Wu, and Garmadon all think y'all are adorable. Garmadon even teases poor Lloyd, asking when the wedding is.

Lloyd is SO blushy when you are mentioned in conversation, especially with the other ninja teasing their lil' brother.

Lloyd is a big baby when you're alone. Having literally been forced to grow up at a young age, he wants to be babied sometimes, and you happily oblige. Anything to make him happy.

After Chen's disaster of a competition, Lloyd started to write letters to you while he may be away. He wants to romance you just like Garmadon romanced Misako. <3

Lloyd really just wants to settle down with you sometime in the future.

Kai:

Kai wants to take you everywhere, and anywhere. He's the kind of boyfriend to be attached to you in private, but the moment the ninja are near he acts like he wasn't just passed out on your lap.

Will take you on bike rides because he is a bad boy™ (not really, but just let him think he is, for his sake.)

Kai would get you all hyped, telling you that you were going to go for a night on the town, and to be dressed in formal wear, just to "surprise" you with two tickets to the newest minions movie. You lowkey looked like idiots, but he made it up to you by buying you the minion meal at IHOP. (ahhh, true love)

Kai pretends like he doesn't, but he acts like a dumbass older brother to all the ninja. You tell him it's cute, and he combusts, literally.

You had to ban him from twitter. He would constantly give away locations by updating his status.

He is SO protective, it's endearing, yet annoying. You try to explain that you aren't a child and can take care of yourself. He tries to back off, but can't really help it. He just gets so worried.

You and Nya are besties, you (jokingly) talk shit about Kai all the time. >:)

Kai doesn't like to be wrong, but if it's you, he'll give in a lot easier. If you're hot headed like him, arguments might get a bit more extreme, but they won't last too long because you don't want to be mad at each other over something silly.

Cole:

Cole wants to carry you EVERYWHERE, and he can, super strength comes in handy. Cole is such a cuddle-bug, he always wants to be touching you in some way. Whether it be a comforting hand on yours, or you in his lap.

Cole has NO shame, not even in front of the ninja. He'll tell dirty jokes very loudly, and poor Zane won't understand why everyone is all red in the face.

He loves you more than cake, I know! Crazy right? If you are at all able to bake, this man will BEG you to make him a cake. on his knees, puppy-dog eyes, and everything. He is committed.

Sometimes when things are getting a little steamy between you two, Jay will run into your room screaming bloody murder, like the world is going to end, just to freak Cole out.

Cole gets all huffy after Jay tricks him, even though he falls for it every time. You secretly love how pouty he gets. <3

Lou loves you so much, he made a dance about you and Cole getting married, much to his son's dismay. Lou even sat Cole down one night you were visiting, and gave Cole Lilly's engagement ring.

Cole looks like he was chiseled out of stone, he is absolutely shredded. If he happens to catch to you staring, you will not live it down for at least a month.

Cole waits to see your reaction on most things, he wants to know what you think. He doesn't even know he does it, it's a little subconscious sign of his love.

This was my first ever post besides rules, so please give any constructive criticism as you see fit. Thank you sosososo much for reading if you made it this far!!! <3

#lloyd garmadon #cole brookstone #ninjago kai #ninjago x reader #ninjago #kai smith x reader #ninjago lloyd #ninjago cole #kai smith

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cherryxblossxms · 7 months

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Hello there sorry to bother please can I request for Soft Keith the letters A C F H I K M P O U ? Thank you have a nice day :D

Of course! Thanks for the second Keith request, I love thinking up the differences between the two boys~

Nice!Keith

A for Aphrodisiac (What always turns them on?)

Your kisses can be an easy turn on for him. When he initiates the kiss with you, it can already be a struggle to hold himself back if it goes on a little too long or deep. But if you initiate the kiss, he loses himself in it more easily, his mind and body running away from him before he realizes it and getting his blood pumping.

C for Cuddling (How do they cuddle after sex?)

Keith doesn't particularly mind what position you cuddle in, he just enjoys being able to cuddle with you regardless. He's happy to spoon with you, whether as the big or small spoon, or if it's just side by side, that's fine too. However, he does like it more when you're facing him. Lying on your sides facing each other, or having you lie on top of his body, those are preferred.

F for Favorite (What do they find sexiest about their partner?)

Keith loves your hands. It's not intended as only sexual and didn't start out that way, but He loves seeing the way you hold your books, enjoys the feeling of them touching his face or holding his hands, noting the differences between his and yours with the different marks and lines and shapes and sizes. He always loves the feel of your hands on his body while making love, when he feels you scratching at his back or holding on tightly to his arms. Your hands speak their own language to him, how you crave him and want to hold on to him, and he loves it all.

H for Hands (What do they do with their hands during sex?)

Much of the time, his hands might be holding yours, fingers interlaced. He loves to feel that connection through your palms, your warmth in his, your fates intertwined. Other times, he may be holding your wrists, not intentionally as a restraint but because he likes to feel your pulse, the way your heart is pounding in the heat of the moment.

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

He's had a fantasy where you're trying to read a book, seated in his lap, with his fingers teasing your chest or between your legs. You have to try to get through a page without breaking concentration as he squeezes and pinches and traces circles on your sensitive parts, otherwise he has to punish you. This particular fantasy has admittedly made it difficult for him to read with you, at times, his face turning completely red and trying his best not to imagine that scenario during what's supposed to be an innocent reading session.

K for Kink (What’s their secret kink?)

Keeping it simple, it's size kink. He's made well aware of others what a large man he is, tall with equally large hands and... other things. Sometimes he might get a little too excited in bed and try to manhandle you, and all his years of training as a prince pays off because he makes it all look easy. Something deep within him loves seeing you struggle a little to fit him, loves the way he fills you completely and then some. It's a little shameful for him if he thinks too long on it, but it's his guilty pleasure when you're telling him just how big he is.

M for Moan (What kind of noises do they make? What sounds do they like to hear from their partner?)

He may moan a little or put out small whimpers if he's lost in the pleasure. But mostly he groans and grunts, trying to keep himself more quiet. He's self-conscious about his noises, worried about what you think and gets nervous about others hearing him, so it may take a lot of convincing to get him more comfortable with letting things out.

He honestly doesn't mind whether you're quiet or noisy, any sort of sounds that you make are cherished by him. The most important thing is that you're enjoying everything, and if you happen to make some noises confirming as much, he's not going to complain.

O for Oral (Giving or receiving? Why?)

Giving. Nice!Keith is very self-conscious about himself in many ways, including his body. While he does love the attention from you in the form of your kisses or rather your lips, having said attention down there is just a little too much for him most days. He's already a nervous wreck during most things, but being at your complete and utter focus makes him turn beet red before you've even touched him. So he'd much rather be the one pleasuring you; in general he prefers putting the focus on you and your desires, he'd rather make you happy than have you worry about him.

P for Position (What is their favorite position(s) and why?)

Good ol' missionary. He likes trying out other positions, he's happy to try new things if it'll make you happy, and he likes to try to be adventurous from time to time. But as vanilla as it is, he just loves being face to face with you, he loves being able to kiss you deeply as he's making love to you and link his fingers with yours. The closeness and intimacy of it makes him very happy, nothing else seems to compare.

U for Under (Who’s in charge and how?)

It's a little more equal between you two, than compared to his alter. He might default to being in charge, because even being as timid as he is, he was still raised as a prince and raised to take charge in most other situations. This also ends up translating to the bedroom. However, he's open to you being in charge, with prior discussion. You'll just have to be prepared for how flustered it will make him, because he's unused to someone wanting to direct him

#ikemen prince #keith howell #ikepri keith #ikepri hcs #ikepri smut #spicy minx 🔥

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Hero || Phillip Graves ||

A/n: I’ve decided to write this imagine out , I’ve come to love this bastard, so I’m changing the cover up incident with Phillip tying to get to the men only for his things being cut off so he had no clue what happened and he doesn’t know about the cover up.

Warnings: Blood, torture, death, angst with a happy ending.

Getting told to betrayed the 141 task force was something he never expected Shepard to say. He didn’t even know how to respond to that but then the man had to bring up you, he had to bring up his little girl. He had no choice but to agree and while he may have told Shepard he would, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t warn Ghost and the others.

“What do you mean he’s trying to burn us.”

Adverting his gaze, Graves frowned placing a folder on the table with all the information he manadged it dig up. “You we’re getting to close.” He sighed dropping his shoulders. “It’s what he told me to do alright, he threatened to have Y/n killed, threatened my kid….look I need you to get her. Bring them somewhere safe….I’ll try to keep him off you’re trail but I do know one thing. You can not trust my team.”

+•+

Soap frowned as he glanced at the home, it was a nice little house. Something that Simon was not expecting at all. “Laswell confirmed Graves suspicions.”

“Which means he’s going to kill Graves when he finds out that he’s gonna help us.” Soap stated grabbing the door handle.

“Well let’s hope it won’t come to that.” Ghost muttered as he nodded to Soap.

Slipping out of the car, Johnny rolled his neck knocking on the door. Once it opened the man was taken back by how attractive you were though he finally noticed a three year old clinging to your leg.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes?”

“Y/n Graves? I’m here on behalf of your husband.”

Your eyes went wide for a moment, you started to panic. “W-what’s wrong with Phillip.”

“Nothing! It’s nothing. I am just sent here to bring you too him.” Johnny explained rubbing the back of his neck.

“Okay…do I need to get a bag?”

“Nope! You two are just fine.” He smiled as you gave him a look as you lifted your son up.

“Okay…”

Watching as you walk towards the car, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

At least you were safe.

+•+

Graves sighed closing his eyes with relief, hearing you were safe, he couldn’t help but relax though seeing the computer blink the man quickly fixed his position answering the call. “Sir.”

“You disappoint me Graves…but I should have learned when you ran off to help those men. It’s a shame it has to come to this you were a damn good solider.”

“I do-.”

Getting cut off, Phillip felt a blinding pain in the base of his skull.Falling to the ground he could fell the blood tricking down the side of his head. Everything was spinning though he didn’t have a chance to get up due to the kick to his stomach.

“Such a fucking pussy Graves…Can’t even follow an order.”

Spitting some blood on the ground, Phillip let out a scoff. “So they sent the lap dog…hehe…hate to break it to you Cater but they know.Have fun trying to kill Ghost.”

The man Cater, knelt down infront of Graves’s his hand grabbing his hair. “You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up…I’m going to find them and then I’ll find your wife…I’ll have a lot of fun with her.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Glancing at the gun in his hand the man let out a sigh. “You’re not in the best position to be making threats…night night Graves.”

Taking the but of his gun he knocked Phillip out, turning to his men he nodded to the unconscious body. “Get him out of my sight.”

+•+

Graves couldn’t count how many days he’s been here. The torture was starting to make him feel like he was going crazy. He could have been here two days, hell it could have been a week for all he knew, the only thing keeping him sane were thoughts of you and his little, knowing you were safe.

Hearing the door open, Phillip let let out a chuckle licking his lips, tasting the dry blood. “So what will it be today boys. You gonna break another finger, oh how about you put more cigarettes out on me but you know I gotta say the water boarding is my favorite.”

“You just don’t know when to shut your mouth do you Graves.”

Leaning back in the chair he let out a snort. “What can I say…it’s part of my charm.”

Clark gritted his teeth as he stepped forward pulling out a switchblade. “Tell me where the hideout is.”

“Go fuck yourself. Or better yet fuck Shepard.”

“You had your chance Graves”

Philip did his best to hold out but god he never expected for it to be this bad. A scream tore through his lips making his throat raw but deep down he knew he would take this and more, as long as you were okay, as long as his daughter was okay he could handle this.

+•+

Slumping forward in his chair, Phillip was surprised they even bandaged his eye. Hearing the door open, he closed his eyes hearing the clicking of the gun though glancing up he saw a shadow pass by and that’s when he started to laugh.

“Why the fuck are you laughing Graves? I’m about to put a bullet in your head.

“It’s nothing…I mean…I only saw a Ghost.”

The man did not get a chance to react, the room echoing with a gun shoot as he fell forward dead.

“Shit Graves.”

Looking up, Phillip gave them a bloodied smile. “Took you long enough.”

Phillip didn’t remember much after that, he didn’t remember getting tended too, nor did he remember hearing your screams, he was just tired and when you’re tired you sleep.

+•+

“You don’t have to fret over me Y/n.” Phillip was still trying to deal with the news of being blind in his eye now. He could deal with the burn wounds and scars on his body, but this, this was hard.

Sighing you sat next to his bedside, your hand holding his as your daughter fell asleep in his lap, clinging to him.

“I have every right to fret over you Phillip…you nearly.” Holding back tears you brought his hand to your lips giving it a kiss. “Seeing them bring you in, it killed me….I thought.” Tears now sliding down your cheeks you quickly slipped into his cot resting your head on his chest.

“I’m.”

“Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your-You’re a hero Phillip.”

Scoffing, he placed a kiss to your head. “It’s my job and if I had the choice I do it again.”

Glancing up at him you then gave him a weak smile. “Fine,your my hero…that good.”

Grinning, he tipped his head capturing you lips in for a kiss. “Now that I can take.”

#drabbles #drabble #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #Phillip graves #tw: blood

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greymoonfeelings · 2 years

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Trouble

pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader

word count: 1k

summary: Jake spent the night flirting with someone else, so he’s not allowed to have you the way he wants.

warnings: thighfucking, d/s dynamics, sub!Jake & not edited text

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If anyone knew how pussywhipped you had Jake Seresin he would never hear the end of it from his fellow servicemen. He had a reputation to uphold and you were perfectly content letting everyone think he was dominant in all areas of his life.

They would never really know the truth. Hangman was a sucker for his lady and he was all too happy to let her take control in the bedroom.

“Baby, please.” He whines, following you around the house looking like a kicked puppy when you told him he wasn’t getting any action tonight.

“No, Jake. I’m not gonna let you fuck me after you spent the whole night effectively ignoring me in favor of that bimbo.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you, she wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Sure, blame it on her like you weren’t looking at her with the biggest “fuck me” eyes and that pretty boy smile plastered across your face. Telling her about all your heroic missions and shit.”

“C’mon, sweets. You can’t tell me you didn’t miss me.” Jake tries to appeal to the fact that you hadn’t seen him in a month.

“I missed you like hell and I had this whole wild night planned out. I was gonna keep you up all night, even bought a cute little set of lingerie but then you had to go and be bad.”

“I’m sorry, please let me make it up to you.”

“Sorry babe, I think I’ll just have to get off all by myself which is a shame.”

“I’ll do anything, please.”

Jake runs his hands up and down your arms, looking deep into your eyes to convince you of his dedication.

“I’ve been aching for you all month. Didn’t touch myself just like you told me.”

“Really?” You perk up at his admission.

“Honest, I didn’t and you promised me you would reward me.” He looks at you with hopeful eyes, knowing you weren’t one to break your promises.

“I guess you’re right. I did promise. C’mere big boy.” You smile, grabbing onto his shoulders to pull him into a deep kiss.

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about it.” He whispers against your lips.

“Who said anything about my pussy?”

Jake pulls away, confused.

“You can fuck my thighs, but no putting it in.”

“Darling, please.”

“You may have been good while you were gone but you were bad tonight, so you can either fuck my thighs or your hand, your choice.”

Your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees in front of you, helping you take off your heels before sliding his hands up your denim-covered legs. He helps you out of your jeans and moans when your new red lace panties are exposed.

“I bought them just for you. I know red’s your favorite color.” You caress his cheek and he looks up at you with those sparkling green eyes.

“You look so good.” He runs his fingers delicately over the lace detailing.

“Too good to take them off?” You tease.

“Hell no.” He rips them down your legs, helping you step out of them.

“Why don’t you get up here and let me undress you.”

You help Jake out of his shirt, admiring his physique. He discards his jeans as you toss off your top, revealing the bra that matched your panties.

“Fuck. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“What about you? You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.” You bring your hand up to his face and he kisses the inside of your wrist.

“I missed you so much, Jake. I go crazy without you.”

Your hand trails down his toned abdomen, sneaking under the band of his boxers to caress his achingly hard cock.

He whimpers when your soft hand grasps his cock, slowly stroking it. You pepper kisses along his throat and collarbone, sucking a mark into the sun-kissed skin.

“I try to help the ache between my thighs but nothing can compare to you. You just fill me up so nicely, it’s a shame I won’t be able to feel it yet.”

“Please, baby. You need it and I need it.”

“I want nothing more than to let you stretch open my pussy and remind me how good it feels to be fucked by you, but what kind of example would that set? You’re lucky I’m even letting you use my thighs.”

You wrap your arms around his waist, holding onto him tightly as you begin to thrust your hips forward, guiding his cock between your plush thighs.

His head is thrown back, his mouth falling open as breathy moans fill the air. He looks so pretty like this, fully consumed by the feeling of euphoria.

Jake can’t help but think of how easy it would be to nudge his tip through your folds and sink into your warm cunt but he knows better. He’ll take his punishment like a good boy and enjoy the vice of your tight pussy later.

With every glide along his shaft, your clit runs against the veins of his thick cock and the sensation brings you closer to the edge.

The electricity between your bodies has reached an all-time high. You’re sweaty and panting loudly. One of jake’s hands is groping your ass, no doubt leaving red hand marks. His forehead is leaning against your shoulder and he mouths at the exposed skin.

“Can I come, please?” He begs.

“Hold on, I’m almost there.”

Your hand passes between your bodies, finding your clit and circling the delicate bud. Your fingers pick up in pace, pushing you over.

“You can cum, Jake. Let go for me.”

With one more thrust of his hips, your thighs are clenching as your orgasm hits. Hot cum shoots from the tip of Jake’s cock, coating the back and inside of your thighs. He continues to fuck himself through his orgasm with your thighs, milking his cock of everything he’d been holding in for the past month.

Your boyfriend’s body collapses against yours, caging you against the bureau as you both catch your breath.

“You’re going to kill me, woman.”

“You better not die until after you give me that dick.”

“No promises, honey.”

#heather writes #tgm fanfic #jake hangman seresin fanfic #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #hangman fanfic #jake hangman seresin x reader

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waystartoo · 1 year

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tomgreg sand mites microfic

Tom wasn’t entirely sure how far down applying lotion on his assistant for a severe case of sand mites in Dundee, Scotland, fell on his bucket list, but it certainly seemed as if it may be getting crossed off any moment now. That is to say, he was seated on the bed with Greg facing with his back toward him, a tube of medicated anti-itch cream in his hand, and an earful of the same incessant whining he had heard all day blaring in his head.

“It’s like, did you know they can actually lay eggs under your skin?” Greg sputtered in disbelief, frantically pawing at the reddened spot on his neck he had been attacking all afternoon. “I could be filled with hundreds of these things at this point and I don’t even think the number for the sand supplier Connor gave me even works, really? It just keeps ringing?”

“You know I think I saw a guy a few seats over from you scratching his arm as he was leaving the play, Gregory. We may have a class action lawsuit on our hands if you play your cards right,” Tom chimed back as he twisted open the tube of cream.

“Really?” Greg asked in complete earnest, spinning around where he sat to face Tom with those familiar big doe eyes only to be met with a suppressed chuckle.

“Of course not, you idiot. Now, turn back around.”

Greg huffed in frustration but obliged the demand just the same, repositioning himself to face away from Tom again. Then, without further hesitation, he tugged off his sweater and deposited it on the bed beside the two of them. “Be honest, how bad is it?” he asked.

Tom sucked in a deep breath glancing over the sight in front of him. To be honest, it was much worse than he was anticipating. The pale skin of the boy’s back was entirely covered with unevenly distributed clusters of tiny, bright red dots. Some sections of the skin were more irritated than others, even breaking open into slight gashes from where he had reached around and scratched himself through the thin material of his sweater throughout the day. It was a bit like a young child had been let loose with a container of red finger paint and instructed to use Greg’s poor back as a canvas.

“Tis but a scratch,” Tom lied in reassurance, catching his lip between his teeth as he took in the full sight of the matter before him. He could only imagine just how much pain Greg was actually in. It almost made him feel guilty for scolding him for whining all day. Emphasis on the almost. “You’ll be back to frolicking around and making merry in no time as soon as you stop scratching the damn things.”

He squeezed a somewhat generous amount of the anti-itch cream into his palm as Greg huffed again. Tom didn’t need to see his face to know that his lips were curled up in that signature pout of his.

“Yeah, well, you try dealing with these things crawling over your body all day and see if you don’t do the same!” Greg protested, folding his arms over his chest like a child.

“Oh, just hold still for a second, would you? I probably will have these disgusting things crawling all over me by the end of this,” Tom said with a roll of his eyes in response.

“Fine, just hurry up.”

Tom was the one to oblige this time, gently beginning to apply a thin layer of the cream over the surface of his back only to have Greg immediately tense up at the sensation.

“Jesus, that’s cold,” he whimpered.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I need to warm it up for you first too, princess?” Tom teased, gliding his fingers over Greg’s shoulder blades and reveling just a teensy bit in the feeling of watching him shiver beneath his touch.

“It might’ve been nice, sure,” Greg answered, ever-entitled and needy without shame.

Tom simply laughed in response, concentrating on rubbing small circles of the product into the clusters of bites on Greg’s back. Even despite the bumps and gashes, his skin was incredibly soft, easily manipulated even with the slightest touch of Tom’s fingertips. It was kind of addicting in a way, trying to cover every square inch of his flesh with the pasty pink cream like it was some sort of game he was determined to win.

“You can relax, you know,” Tom said after Greg’s shoulders never strayed from where they had seized upward at the first touch. “I’m already committed to the task so it’s not like I’m gonna hurt you or anything.”

It was Greg’s turn to laugh now, albeit a bit nervously, as the tension slowly relaxed from his body beneath Tom’s touch.

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly, then, without thinking, added, “It feels really nice, Tom.”

An uneasy silence settled in between them as Tom froze in the motion of applying the cream across his back at the sound of Greg’s words. What happened to the man that had chucked water bottles at the guy, pushed him down in the snow, and wrestled him against his will, and why had he been spontaneously replaced with some tenderly caring nurse in a too-short white dress and matching hat? Who was this, really, rubbing circles on Greg’s back with a smile on his face? Had he completely and totally lost it?

“Tom?” Greg asked suddenly without turning around, snapping Tom out of the downward spiral he was racing through.

“Sorry,” Tom said under his breath, deeply embarrassed at each and every one of the thoughts that had raced through his mind. It was only once he recognized the discomfort in Greg’s voice that he remembered why he was here in the first place. As a friend helping another friend. Greg would do the same for him, after all. It was only fair.

More cream was added as he once more applied his hands to the man’s back, paying close attention not to press too hard on any of the sections of broken skin. His hands lingered over a knot in the muscle, hesitating before gently massaging it out. He was almost too distracted by watching the muscle loosen at his touch to hear it, but he did. A high-pitched, involuntary moan tumbled out of Greg’s lips and into the deafening silence of the room around them.

Tom should’ve paused here. He meant to. To rip his hands off of Greg’s back as if he was removing his burnt hands from a searing hot stove and gasp at his indecency. To make some cutting joke about this reaction was only appropriate given it was probably the most intimate physical touch Greg had ever and would ever receive in his life. To storm out of the room and avoid speaking to him for the next few days.

But, instead, he just laughed, feeling the warmth from Greg’s body filter up through his fingertips and into his chest.

“Sorry,” Greg chirped out, a reddish tint settling over the tips of his ears. Clearly embarrassed by the sound he produced. “You’re just really good at this.”

“Try not to sound so surprised, will you?” Tom taunted, easily undoing the tension between Greg’s shoulders with his fingertips. “You’re not the first to crumble at the Wambsgans rubdown.”

“Don’t call it that,” Greg whined in response, earning another chuckle from Tom. “That makes it sound like you’re-like you’re out just giving back massages on the street or something.”

“And if I was?” Tom asked. His hands moved lower on Greg’s back, dancing just above the waistline of his pants.

“You’re, uh, not though?” Greg said, entirely too confident for Tom’s liking. “You wouldn’t do this for anyone.”

“I see,” Tom said quietly, watching his hand creep dangerously around Greg’s waist. He didn’t remembering telling it to do that. It was almost like a reflex of some kind. “You think you’re special, then?”

At this, Greg closed his eyes, leaning backwards into Tom’s hands which were now embracing either side of him. “I know I am,” he hummed.

baby’s first tumblr post. idk if i’m doing this right but heyyy <3 also if ur looking for a better version of this scenario, @/ezlebe wrote a fantastic one.

#tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #tomgreg #succession #successionhbo #microfic #tomwambsgans #greghirsch #cousingreg #cousin greg #succession fanfic

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Well.....you said calem's mom could be abusive. Hit us with your worst because I'm so invested in calem right now.

(This is referring to my past discussions on Calem’s parents and this post specifically)

I’ve been workshopping this idea for a while as in my read and characterizations of the kalos cast I had one important question, “why is rival Calem so shut off?”

He’s afraid and defensive with any signs of his own vulnerability, he has the pride and ego of a damp masquerain, and he’s shown to find an odd sense of solace in characters like AZ, Emma, and even Lysandre because of it.

And while it’s easy to blame it on a societal system and naturally bred misogyny from his environment that makes him such a mess emotionally, I wanted another possibility. His father who is an npc you can speak to when in snowbelle city, sings nothing but jolly high praises of the boy…so i started looking at the other veteran trainer, his mom.

(Continue on below the cut at your own discretion, I’m not talking about anything too intense or explicit, but I am talking about abusive tendencies in parental bonds.)

Calem’s mother isn’t evil, she doesn’t hate her son, but she’s the furthest thing from maternal and when his father starts traveling again there’s no one to balance out his moms more…negative behaviors.

She’s a strong battler, entitled and not accepting of anything lower. Even from her own son when he was learning to battle. From his childhood to his late teens she’s a fearsome force buzzing in his ear. Hands gripping at his chin in his moments of simple losses, nails biting into his skin, making him look her in the eye. Making him admit failure with the phrase “boys don’t cry” muttered through gritted teeth as he bites his tongue to not admit she’s hurting him. Don’t make a fool of yourself, don’t fail me, don’t ruin our happy family because you can’t counter your type disadvantage. It pushed him to get better yes, but at a cost.

He never learns that it’s okay to lose, he never learns how to lose. His first loss in years comes by the hands of Serena, it makes him feel unaccomplished and defenseless, ready to write off every excuse for his earned loss he’s caught off guard when she smiles at him and truthfully says he fought well. Words he’s never heard when on the losing end of a battle.

His mom is an entitled woman, her kindness rarely seen nor earned even by her own bloodline. Without her husband, Calem’s father, by her side to help Calem grow and mature; she guides with a hand that’s far too heavy and leaves marks and bruises in its wake. Forming a depressive insecure shut in of a son who’s only true reason for going on his journey was to meet his neighbor and perfecting his tactics.

But he’s just a boy. A human boy. A human boy who should never be punished for losing or learning. And he learns that having feelings or expressing weakness is a bad thing that will only get him chastised and punished with no good reason.

As he finds some semblance of peace and self worth on his journey in the patient hands of his friends, he finds him and his mother may never see eye to eye. As she will never admit fault for his fragile mental past nor his dependency on winning for his life to have meaning. He was a sore loser heading down a path of shame before a graceful twist of fate sent a neighbor his way perfect to patch the void his upbringing left. Even if he often finds himself relapsed into old tendencies.

His father knows his mom’s hard on him, he tries to make up for it by spoiling his son at the drop of a hat. his mom wears the pants in her relationship and it’s likely she may never change.

If you hug Calem and tell him everything is okay there’s a solid chance he will break- he always strikes me as touch staved since he refused to let anyone truly get to know him until starting his journey.

#OP is reaching into a story that gave very little in ways of explaining its story and somehow keeps finding stuff to work with #messy rambling my bad #veteran trainer catrina #calem’s parents #trainer calem #parental abuse #tw: parental abuse #headcanon break down #kalosshipping implications #headcanons #character study #veteran trainer louis #this can fit with or without trans masculine Calem headcanon #or maybe even trans fem calem- I’ve never tried that one-#kalosshipping

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The more nervous and shy you are the more Hisoka loves it. He's watched you for months fluttering around the spiders headquarters, so cute, unable to make eye contact with any of the members- deathly afraid of the killers around you. You're Chrollo's cousin or niece he learnt from the vague introduction ending with a "Be nice, she doesn't belong here."

And it's true, you don't. Too skittish and small. A pretty little thing to be broken down and moulded into a stuttering cock hungry little whore.

Of all the members, Hisoka is the scariest to you. It feels like his eyes are constantly on you, piercing through your body, peering inside of you. Chrollo had told you to avoid being alone with him as much as you could but as fate has it you're eventually forced to go along with him.

He's too touchy, his fingers stroking your thighs, a palm against your lower back. Hot breath against your neck. You don't like it. He's asking you questions, many you don't understand the implication behind. You don't like it. His hand wraps around your own, threading his fingers between yours. You don't like it.

He pulls you onto his lap, his thigh finding it's way between your legs, your head forced into a cradled position against his chest. You freeze and he hums. "Relax." He demands in that sugary sweet voice with a teasing lilt. "Just relax against me."

You can't, it's not possible. Your heart is beating so fast, you've never been this close to a man before. Especially not a man this scary. He holds your life in his hands and you're afraid of what he's going to do with it.

He hums again as a hand rubs soothing circles over your back. "You need some help, hm?" His hand dwindles below your skirt, disappearing underneath to cup your ass. The feeling makes you jolt closer to him, an attempt to escape the firm squeeze. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder and you mutter a weak cry for him to stop.

He relaxes his grip but doesn't let go. You're so so so cute. He wants to corrupt you. He wants to touch you. He wants to break you. He wants you to become as obsessed with him as he is obsessed with you. He wants to see you hurt, afraid, pained, all because of his touch. He wants you cowering up against him for protection from his own perverted actions. He wants to see you cry, he wants to see you bleed. He wants to see you split open on his cock, crying out for respite from the pain and overwhelming pleasure. He wants you to be his.

HOOOOO BOY OH MY GOD anon… anon I have read this an alarming amount of times before finally posting AND LET ME TELL YOU this was not just hisoka crumbs. THIS WAS A FULL HISOKA MOROW 5 COURSE MEAL AND I CANT BELIEVE HOW DELICIOUS IT WAS !!!

BEFORE I ADD MORE CAN I JUST SAY that if you don’t already post your writing somewhere, I highly encourage it!! I love love love the way you write, your descriptions are so vivid CHEFS KISS!!! 💚💚💚💚

now, if I may offer the idea that you cum so quickly once he’s inside you that it’s almost humiliating. he’s barely pushed an inch beyond the tip inside and you’re already trembling and clenching, babbling that it’s too much and that you want it to stop but he’s still insistent that you can take it. he giggles a bit when he notices you tighten up, and he swoons with wicked delight ‘my, oh my, are you going to cum already, little one? i’ve barely gotten started and your pretty eyes are already going glassy on me. do you enjoy violation this much?’ he loves to mock you, watch you try and hide your face in shame against his chest as he bounces you up and down on his lap and you cum! when you’re panting and trying to crawl off his lap, he’ll only hold you tighter and offer a little kiss to your temple, his tongue darting out to flick at your skin and taste your sweat. ‘not yet, my darling, i’ve not finished yet, and i’m afraid i can’t let you go until i’m satiated. you understand, don’t you? why you shouldn’t have cum so soon?’

of course, you shake your head and whine that it hurts. not only is this your first time, but now your sensitivity is bumped up to one hundred, and every time your cunt spasms, it grips his cock tighter.

but hisoka is loving that look on your face. that pure desperation to get away from him, helpless and small and perfect for him to torture with orgasm after orgasm until your little mind is shattered and all you think about is the feeling of being impaled on his cock.

#I THOUGHT ABOUT NOT EVEN ADDING ANYTHING BC THIS WAS ALREADY SO PERFECT TO BEGIN WITH #BUT I DECIDED TO OFFER A LIL SNACKIE SNACK TO GO WITH THIS HISOKA FOOD 🫡#anon omg once again you don’t UNDERSTAND how much this blew me away !!!!

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