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sixosix · 5 days

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STOOPPP I LOVE THE CREATIVITY OF YOUR EVENT

ALSO. TURNING EIGHTEEN?? HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE 🎊🥳🎉🎈 AND CONGRATS ON 5K REEEEEEE YOU DESERVE EVERY LAST BIT OF SUPPORT !!!!

Can I request something with heizou with glasses as the object? Fluff, please, and I can't wait to see what you'll come up with for this event!!!!!!

wc 500, modern high school au; thank you so much!! :D YOU ARE SO SWEET!! i hope u enjoy this bc i recognize u as one of my loyal readers i gotta not disappoint!

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“How about you, bro? Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?”

Itto was looking at Heizou with wide eyes, expectant. You had no idea how free-time led straight to this conversation, but everyone was sharing their crushes in the other class or a whole school away. Most of the class was huddled together in a circle, watching the exchange with equal faces of amusement and anticipation. You sat on the same side but made yourself comfortable in a corner, swaddled in a brown cloud-patterned hoodie.

Heizou hummed thoughtfully, drawing it out as everyone else held their breath while you held in a laugh. “A crush? Why do you want to know?”

“Come on, dude, we all wanna know what Shikanoin Heizou’s type is! Right? Don’t we?” Itto grinned at the affirmative murmurs that erupted all around. Perhaps it was because, to them, Heizou was the most mysterious one of all—he knows everything about anyone, but it wasn’t the same when it came to him.

Heizou just laughed. Itto pouted, then whipped his head around to direct his attention to you.

Flinching under his fiery gaze, you demanded, “W-What?”

“You’re best bros with him, aren’t you? You gotta know what his type is! He never talks about the girls in our school!”

Well. It would be for the best if he didn’t. You shook your head and matched Heizou’s amused grin. “I don’t know, either, honestly. He’s probably too busy burying his face in mystery novels to care about all that.”

Itto visibly sagged. “Lame. You two are so lame! Well— what about you? Do you have a type?”

“Of course I do.” The class perked up, interested. They began piping up with a list of names and features—tall, serious, light-haired. Heizou was slowly getting more agitated by each feature that described his complete opposite. “I like smart guys.”

Itto nodded. “I guess you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

You chuckled. “You got me right there.”

Heizou’s chair scraped the floor, followed by his light footsteps. You watched, heart racing, as he made his way towards you before pinning his arms on your desk.

“You never told me that,” Heizou said. “Have I told you my type?”

You grinned. “Do you even have one?”

Heizou drew closer. Your vision blurred, and you went cross-eyed trying to follow him. Lumine, who was sitting peacefully beside you, inched away.

“When they wear glasses—just like this one,” Heizou whispered, your lenses fogging a little from his breath.

Your face burned.

“Wait, what? What did he say? Did anyone catch that?” Itto huffed when no one did, in fact, hear that—which was for the best. They didn’t have to know how deep Heizou’s voice got as he stared right into your eyes.

“Well,” Heizou leaned back and smiled innocently at the class and a despaired Itto, “this was an enlightening conversation, but I realized I don’t actually know my best bud that well. You understand, right, Itto?”

Itto nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah—yes! I know, man, I get it. Real buds have serious conversations—I understand. You’re welcome for rekindling your friendship.”

“Thanks, man,” Heizou said distractedly, taking your hand and leading you out of the classroom.

“They’re such best buds,” Itto said, starting to cry.

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actuallysaiyan · 11 months

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CONGRATS ON 5K!!!!! I wanted to request NSFW prompt 3 with person A being Trunks from DBZ and person B being the reader, thank you so much and again - congrats on 5k you deserve it more than anyone <3

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, Trunks being horny

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him. He works hard to keep the planet safe. Trunks does all he can to make sure you’re never in any immediate danger. He fell in love with you almost immediately, and he knows he’s never going to want to lose you if he can keep you secure. When he comes home, he knows he needs intimacy to keep him sane.

What Trunks doesn’t realize is how needy he feels when he does come home…

It comes on fast, but he’s good at repressing it as much as he can. Trunks hugs you and kisses you, relishing in the way you just fit so good in his arms. With your scent being greedily inhaled by the Saiyan, you could tell that he was feeling riled up. Through heated kisses, light groping and some deep growls rumbling through Trunks, he didn’t keep his feelings completely hidden.

His large hands push you back onto the bed, and Trunks uses his brute force to rip the clothing off of you. Soft protests are hushed by a rough kiss from your Saiyan lover.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” He tells you as he slides two of his fingers into you. This renders you almost speechless. “I’ll buy you anything you want.”

It’s not long before he towers over you as he puts you into the perfect mating position. It takes so little coaxing for him to slide into you, panting as he finally bottoms out. He grips your waist, pulling you in deeper for every harsh thrust. You’re mewling and whimpering as he takes his frustrations of being away for so long on you. The pain and pleasure mix in such a divine way, rendering you breathless. Your brain slowly turns to mush with every thrust.

“Pretty little baby’s all fucked out, huh?” He asks as he pulls out, and guides you onto your hands and knees.

He spreads your asscheeks, spitting on your already wet cunt. With one quick movement, he’s balls deep inside of you and he begins that heavy and rough pace he had earlier. You swear you can see stars dancing in your vision as your orgasm builds even more. You try to warn Trunks that you’re coming, but it all comes out in blubbering and whimpering.

“Haah~ ‘m gonna— oh shit! Oh fuck!” you cry out, your body shaking and shuddering as the first few waves of your orgasm crash over you.

Trunks smirks, but he knows he can fuck you even harder to make you even more fucked stupid. He’s a man on a mission now. He pins you to the mattress, fucking you even harder as you ride out your orgasm. Your eyes roll back and a pitiful sob comes from you.

“Feel good?” Trunks teases.

You moan out, your mouth now covered in drool as Trunks fucks you with reckless abandon. He wants you so dumb for him. It turns him on like nothing else does. And with a few more thrusts, you’re crying out and moaning his name.

Trunks slaps your ass, “That’s it, honey. Keep telling me how good it feels.”

You whine at the pain mixing with the pleasure once more, and a string of curses fall from your lips as Trunks tugs on your hair, making you clamp down on him even tighter.

“What was that? Speak up, baby.”

You swallow hard and lick your lips, “Oh fuck…oh shit! Hnnng baby, ‘m so—fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!”

Another smirk spreads on his face. You’re now well on your way to be fucked stupid. That was his goal and he would meet it. He was always so determined, after all…

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ovytia-art · 1 year

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A littol cosmic Danny before the Green With Envy Colouring event happens ;)

#did I add embroidery detail on the patches? *sigh* Ya…#you KNOW I’m gonna go feral for this colouring event #my art #dp #Danny phantom #space obsession danny #fan art #digital art #galaxy #eye strain #drawing #art #.5k

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saeyoungchoismaid · 1 year

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52. Gripping thigh w/ Saeyoung!

52. gripping thigh

*gulps*

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Saeyoung is one of those significant others that always has to have his hands on you or he loses his ever loving shit.

You didn't kiss him in the morning? Day ruined. You didn't give him a hug before you left to run errands? Texting you sobbing emojis. You aren't sitting on his lap while he works? Pouting the whole day. You aren't holding his hand as you walk through the entire store? Sighs every other second until you finally give him your hand.

He's such a needy bitch I hate him 😭✋

A lot of the times though, he initiates stuff without waiting for you. He'll grab your hand, wrap an arm around you, or place his hand on your thigh. Oh yeah. That's a big one. Literally anytime you're in the car or sitting next to each other, it's guaranteed that his hand is on your thigh.

He loves rubbing his thumb back and forth against your skin or rubbing little circles with his fingers. Sometimes if he's feeling goofy, he'll start to trace letters onto your thigh and will spell super random things, anything from "yowai mo" to "your a punk ass little bitch" ("Oh my god. *You're. I'm killing myself) LMAO

#this came out way fluffier than intended LMAO #saeyoung x reader #saeyoung choi x reader #707 x reader #mystic messenger x reader #mysmes x reader #saeyoung #saeyoung choi #707 #seven #seven x reader #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger seven #mysmes seven #mysmes saeyoung #mysmes 707 #5k followers event

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glazelilyy · 2 years

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Hey, congrats on your milestone! Hoping for many more to come. <3

Also, your event looks stunning, I hope it's okay if I request- and please let me know if I did it wrong!

noctua, black holes (resolved argument, if that's okay), hurt/comfort!

ofc no pressure, delete this if you don't want to do it <3

request - noctua (diluc ragnvindr) + black holes (arguments; resolved) + hurt/comfort x gn!reader

warnings - arguments, crying, "love" and "darling" as pet names, happy ending!

a/n - WEEEEE i love love love hurt/comfort i will jump on any chance to write it LOL. thanks for requesting ky!! i hope you enjoy your req hehe <3 the words of advice crepus gave diluc about his vision are inspired by what fire represents in atla (avatar: the last airbender) and i mimicked a scene from dr. strange for the actual argument portion :P

participate here!

diluc can still remember the words of advice his father uttered to him when he first received his gift of the heavens; his vision.

"pyro consumes and burns, so you must learn to control it and show restraint."

there had been another part, but diluc's mind was too fumbled to remember it at the moment.

he learned control; not only in wielding his flames so that he no longer singed the ends of his hair or burnt books accidentally, but also in his behavior and composure. he deemed himself a man of duty and formality (even if formalities were the bane of his existence).

he learned restraint; knowing when to act and when not, knowing when fire would aid or hinder. such values are what kept him alive and surviving for all these years and they continued to do so.

he wished he had called upon those values before you walked out the winery doors.

"diluc," earlier, you called for him as he bandaged the remnants of his wounds from last night's battles, "could we talk?"

the wound from the pyro abyss made stung as he finished wrapping the gauze around his bicep, taking care not to let you see the wince that flashed ever so quickly across his face.

you appeared to see it all the same.

"is something the matter?"

"yes, actually." you fidgeted with your hands, eyeing the many bandages and supplies that littered his body and the dining table. "i'm...worried."

worried, you say? has he given you reason to worry about anything? but you're well taken care of, and surely adelinde or the rest of the staff hadn't been crude to you in any way? no, that was impossible—adelinde adored you, hillie and moco always ran to you to show off their embroidery, and elzer always let you help him set he table. finances? no, he had that covered. were you not comfortable? had something happened overnight?

"has something happened? have you been hurt?" his hand cupped your face and even through all the callouses and warmth of his skin, he felt your tense body melt under his hold.

"no! no, nothing like that."

slivers of dawn creeped through the glass pane windows and illuminated your face with the gentle glow of the rising sun. now that diluc thought about it, it was far too early for you to be up and yet here you were, eyes wide and flickering between him and the floor. diluc stood up from the chair he'd been dressing his wounds on and slid his hands into yours, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles in silent encouragement for you to continue.

"i'm worried about you."

him? what could possibly have given you reason to worry about him? diluc's mind frantically walked through the past few days, scanning for any sign of some wrong he might have done against you only to come up short. perhaps he was missing something? no, he was quite perceptive at reading your response to things and he'd seen nothing but contentment.

"me? whatever for?"

you cast your eyes to your intertwined hands and diluc could tell you had been preparing these words carefully for a long time with how fluently they came out of your mouth.

"you're always so tired and exhausted. you work an entire week's worth of duties in a single day and don't even allow yourself sleep because mondstat needs you. have you not thought about how much your body needs you as well?"

this was beginning to delve into familiar territory—at least for diluc. it wasn't as though he were unaware of the painfully longing gazes you'd send him as he mounted his horse and set off into the city at night, or when he'd return and fix himself proper for a day of being a wine tycoon needed by his staff.

"you know i cannot just abandon my duties-"

"and i'm not asking you to! but i can't allow you to run yourself into the ground trying to balance the weight of the world on your shoulders."

diluc scoffed, exhaustion from the previous night flooding upwards to his mind. he slid his hands out of yours and opted to run his fingers through his messy, red locks instead as he leaned against the dining table. deep down, diluc knew you were right, but something bothered him nonetheless. he needed help from no one else and you were no exception, he was meant to protect and stand against darkness as the light of dawn itself.

"then how, pray tell, would i manage my duties? there is a need for me and i will not fall short of it. i refuse to." diluc said, firm and purposeful. his eyes could not meet yours.

you tried approaching him physically this time, your hand coming to gently cup his cheek and turn his face your way. "love, even kaeya has started to become worried about you-"

"kaeya? what- don't tell me that fool has finally realized how inexplicably inefficient the knights are? why would he show concern for myself? ridiculous."

control. restraint. diluc heaved a breath and ran a hand down his face.

"kaeya cares about you! i care about you! diluc, what will it take for you to care about yourself for once?" he'd commend you for keeping your voice even this whole time if he weren't trying to repress his own frustration. he knew of his stubbornness, it was quite infamous after all.

you seemed almost pleading at this point, eyes wide and hopeful with the sliver of a chance that he might listen and heed your worries. "we can help you, i know we can! the knights aren't as inefficient as you say they are: kaeya and jean do a great job with their patrols! and...and i can help you with the winery! please, diluc-"

"what part of my duties do you not understand? they are mine alone to carry and that is final, i can manage myself just fine." he snapped, eyes blazing for a mere moment.

you, undeterred, pushed forth. "but you have people who can help you! want to help you!"

"what, people like you?"

he wish he hadn't spoke. control. restraint. but diluc was tired. control yourself, restrain yourself! but diluc was tired.

you seemed taken aback, lips parting as if to speak yet his words robbed you of your vocal chords. the fire in his eyes was unquenchable, blazing dangerously and ferociously. a snarl sat on his face and he hated how comfortable it felt.

"you think you can help me?" stop, stop speaking, "you think you could even manage a sliver of all that i do?" please, stop speaking, you're scaring them, "that's ridiculous and you know it, so stop speaking of fantasies like that. i don't need help from anyone—certainly not you."

it was only when your lip wobbled and tears gathered in your eyes that diluc felt the harshness of his words,

and archons did he despise himself for being the reason you cried.

he reached a hand out for you, waves of horror now crashing in his pupils instead of the flickering flames of fury, "love, i-"

"no, no, it's okay." suppressing your sniffles, you hastily rubbed your eyes and turned away from him, "i'll leave you be. it seems i'm not needed here."

you left him be with the solemn click of the winery's wooden doors and never before had diluc hated silence so.

his own words made his gut twist and shrivel in his body and he was forced to acknowledge that he had burned you by not controlling himself or showing restraint.

the pain was unbearable.

by the time you returned, the sun had risen higher in the sky, diluc's eyes were red-rimmed and in his hands he fumbled with his ruby brooch, torn off from his white collar. he sat with his elbows on his knees at the dining table, head hung low and shameful. he wasn't sure how to approach you—by all means you had every right to be angry or shout at him, yet instead you passed by silently, solemnity embedded in each of your footsteps.

diluc trailed behind you wordlessly, fumbling with his cufflinks as you entered the master bedroom and slipped back under the covers.

"love?" he tested the waters, uncertain and hesitant.

you hummed an acknowledgment from beneath the thick duvet yet made no move to show your face. you were upset, and it was all his fault.

tentatively, he sat on the edge of the bed to gauge your comfort and slid himself under the blanket once you scooted over and made room for him. instead of your beautiful face, diluc only had the displeasure of seeing your back.

"diluc?"

"yes, darling?"

your shoulders trembled as if to keep the composure in your already strained voice, "do you really think so little of me?"

in an instant, diluc was at your side as you fell apart and cried into your hands. warm, strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist and cooed sweet nothings into your ear.

"no, i think the world and beyond of you." he answered in a whisper once you calmed down.

you let him envelop your hand in his and press it to your shuddering heart, pulse alone speaking volumes.

"i'm sorry." you whimpered and turned your body so your tear-stricken face buried itself into the safety and warmth of his shoulder.

diluc cradled the back of your head and felt his insides twist and clench, tangled on the wire of guilt, "you need not apologize for being correct. i'm sorry for saying such cruel and untrue things to you, the one i love most."

"you aid me in seeing light where i thought light not possible, so please, always know that you are what supports me when even i am ignorant to it." purposefully and gently, diluc glided his gloveless hands across your back as your hiccups slowed to occasional sniffles.

"tell me again when you're ready- of your worries, i mean." diluc sighed and cupped your wet face, eager to dry the tears he had caused, "i promise you, i will listen intently and act accordingly."

his heart fluttered upon being blessed with your giggle, light and airy and free of strife as it should always be. "so professional, but thank you. i'll take you up on that offer. and thank you for the apology, i appreciate it."

he thanked his lucky stars that you trusted him enough and prayed to whatever god was listening that you'd be a constant in his life as he continued to cuddle you close and whisper words of love and reassurance in your ear, dedicated hand rubbing soothing motions into your back.

it was as he began to drift off to sleep that he remembered the last of his father's advice, and thought his moment of recognition could not be more appropriate.

"but pyro is also life, and warmth, and comfort. this gift of yours is not meant to burn mindlessly and destroy, but to provide sanctuary to those you love."

diluc pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead, silently swearing to himself to dedicate his warmth to you.

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fellow-travelers-fic-recs · 3 months

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The Way We Danced Till Three by @jesterlesbian | captainquint

“There we go,” Hawk said, as he found the jazz station he often liked to tune into. Billie Holiday crooned through the static, singing They Can’t Take That Away From Me. Hawk tilted the bottle toward Tim in offering, who took it and tossed back a large swig before coughing and spluttering on the sharp taste of the alcohol.

“I don’t know how you do that,” Tim said, shuddering and sticking out his tongue.

Hawk laughed and took the bottle back, placing it on the desk near the radio. “Lots of practice.”

“Dance with me, Skippy?”

Or, Valentine's Day, 1954

Week 1: Using the prompt 'slow dancing' for the 'How do I love thee, let me count the weeks...' Valentine's event

Hosted by @fellow-travelers-events

#fellow travelers valentines day #valentines day prompts #fellow travelers events #ftficrecs #fellow travelers fic recs #fellow travelers fics #fellow travelers #under 5k #slow dancing #fluff #ftfics feb24

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 6 months

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Congrats on passing 5k followers, you really deserve every one of them!! I'd love to see a little blurb about reader finding out former bf/husband Graves didn't actually die. Whether she was 141, shadows or just a civilian doesn't really matter too much to me, whatever strikes you with the most ideas haha! Thank you! 😁

—Sleeping On The Porch

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [As it turns out, your husband never really died. It's safe to say you're not overjoyed.] ❞

You stare at him from the entrance of the door, eye twitching at the bouquet of flowers as the night air settles in.

Phillip’s face is tight with tension.

“C’mon, Sweetheart,” he chuffs a fake laugh through his accent. “Surprise.”

Your lips don’t utter a peep.

The man is worse for wear—his face patched with bandages and his clothes showing the bulk of wrappings underneath. He’d been gone for months; gone from you, your home, your bed. You had thought he had died.

Seeing him here now didn’t have the same effect you thought it would. Your eyes spark with pure rage.

“Hey, now,” Phillip tries to move forward but stops himself when your face contorts into a snarl, blinking quickly and holding up his free hand—your wedding band still wrapped around his finger. No word or calls…does he think you’re just going to forgive him for this? “Don't…don’t be like that, now, Doll. I’m home! How about you let me in and we can talk it all out over some dinner, alright? I’ll do all the cooking, you don’t even worry about it.”

Your body is utterly stone, and his silver tongue won’t work on you this time.

Without a kiss or a word to him, you slam the door right in his face. Locking it deftly, you wash your hands of it and turn on your heel as the pounding on the wood starts up, the delicate calls of your name before the handle is tried and found immobile.

“Sweetheart?!” His voice is muffled as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom—because it was your bedroom now, and it would be until that man knew how to grovel properly. He’s lucky he’s sleeping on the porch and not the street. “I…It’s cold out here, y’know!” A pause before the man hears the echo of a shutting door from far inside. The shadow of his boots shifts. “...I brought you flowers…”

In the early morning, you sneak down, still in pajamas, and your feet bare to the hardwood below you. Padding over, you quietly unlock the door with the intent to peek out to see if your husband is still there.

Peeling the door back just a smidge, you blink at the absence of anyone. For a moment you wonder if it was just a dream, but then you step outside and spot the sleeping figure on the porch swing.

On his back, Phillip rests, your flowers atop his chest like a child as the bend of his elbow covers the man’s eyes to allow him a longer sleep. You bink, sighing long and low as your head shakes.

Walking over, you look down at him as his chest slowly rises and falls—the slight shiver from the early morning chill. You don’t feel back about this; about making sleep outside like a dog. By your accounts it was the least he deserved and, in fact, a very merciful fate.

Looking at his broken body, you shift your gaze away before the pain in your chest comes back. Damn him.

But it’s only when you look back that you notice that his arm has shifted farther up his head—resting now on his hairline as he looks up at you softly.

“M’sorry,” he breathes, face open and lips being bitten for a moment before he looks away from you. Your hands wrap your waist.

There will be no warmth from you—not now.

“You’re going to have to do more than just say that, Phillip Graves.” His blue eyes are heavy with guilt, but he nods nonetheless.

There was a long road to go.

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quinloki · 10 months

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: Cis-fem!sub Reader Character: Donquixote Doflamingo Kink: #15 Bratty Reader #17 Degradation/Humiliation Prompt: #20 "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @thus-spoke-lo

Summary: Doflamingo up and left you without and word, and upon his return home expects you to kiss him like you missed him. Instead, you snub him, and storm off to your room. Only to have the king of the castle storm in behind you.

Content Notes: degradation, dirty pet names, attitude from the reader and Doffy, string bondage, rough oral sex, edging

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The large hand almost engulfs your face, forcing you to look at him. You can see the vein in his forehead throbbing, despite the wide grin on his face. He’s not amused at all, and frankly, you didn’t want him to be. You were mad.

He had left without a word. For days. You didn’t even get a single word from him over transponder snail and had to find out he was gone on business from fucking Trebol of all people. Which meant you didn’t just get a simple report, you had to humor him for nearly an hour, and he would not stop talking.

Nothing against Trebol, but you hadn’t been in any sort of humoring mood when you’d learned your one and only had just up and ghosted without a single word.

Upon his return Doffy had explained to you that the business at hand had been severely urgent, and that he had been well and truly indisposed during the time he was gone. He wasn’t one who was overly interested in explaining himself, in any capacity, so the fact that he went that far should have been enough.

Normally, it would be.

But normally he didn’t leave you for days at a time without so much as an assurance that he wasn’t dead somewhere.

Implying that someone could take him down had been the wrong choice of words on your part, and now here you were. Face held, and an angry lover in front of you.

Your brows knit, anger welling up in you in return, and you pull your face away, batting his hand aside. You’re painfully aware of the fact that he allowed both actions. He’s always allowed you a level of bodily autonomy he didn’t have to, given his strength and position.

“I was worried. You’re dealing with all manner of people and who knows what lucky bastard fate’s set against you?” You grumble, crossing your arms and turning away. “I did miss you, but – ah!” You feel the strings over take you, binding your body, and forcing your arms behind your back in practice movements.

“Doffy! Let me-aaahhhhmm-shit.” You struggle at first, but his tongue against your neck, and his hand down your pants was too much all at once. He’s persistent, but gentle, and the gentleness is raising your temperature and addling your brain as he deftly teases your clit.

You can hear his laugh flutter against your skin as his voice threads through your ear. “My, my, you’re already soaking wet. My little whore wants to talk back to me? After I already gave her more than she deserved by explaining myself?

“It seems my favorite brat needs a lesson in manners.” He growls, a thick finger sliding into your mouth and pressing against your tongue before you can say anything in protest.

One of the biggest reasons that Doflamingo was able to manipulate you, had almost nothing to do with the fact that he was incredibly good at manipulating people. It was because you were weak to being bound, used, and pump full of either pleasure or pain. Your connection ran deeper than merely shared twisted carnal desires, but you were certain his reaction to your sass was because he had missed you too.

In more ways than one.

And this would handle two issues at once.

You could hear the sloppy wet sounds from your mouth and your thighs, the heat building in your core as you couldn’t hope to squirm away. Your breath was hot and coming out in huffs around his finger and you shiver in the threads around you as the pleasure was making your legs shake.

“ ‘Offy, ‘lease.” You mumble around his finger.

“Mmm, no.” He answers, finger leaving your clit just as you were certain you were going to cum. He cleans his finger off by wiping it on your shirt before he rips the garment away from you. Threads slip between you and the rest of your clothes, ripping them to pieces and leaving the tattered bits to hang from the other threads that held you.

“Not a word.” He growls, taking his finger out of your mouth and walking away. You can hear the shift of cloth from behind you. You aren’t surprised when his strings move you, to see him seated on the edge of your bed, nothing on except his feather coat.

He brings you between his knees, his hand pushing your head to his semi-hard cock. “Welcome me home.” He commands.

You’re already on thin ice, but you’re also still irritated with him, so you give his shaft a few licks and a kiss before you look up at him and stick your tongue out. The devilish grin on his face doesn’t have the throbbing vein to go with it and he laughs.

“I do love that about you,” he admits, grabbing your hair roughly and shoving himself into your mouth. “But it was not a request, my love.”

You do your best to adjust quickly to the assault. His dry cock stuck to your lips a few times until you were able to get everything nice and wet. The discomfort gave way to a more comfortable set up, and Doffy let go of his grip on your hair as you began to suck and lick him properly on your own.

“Much better.” He muses, shifting his hips every now and then to drive himself a little deeper into your throat. “That’s how you greet me properly, slut. I was too kind to request a simple kiss, it seems.”

You lean back to say something, but before you can even squeak, his hand is in your hair again, pushing you back down.

“I said, ‘not a word’, and I meant it, my sweet bird.” He hums, shoving his hard cock down your throat until you’re gagging and crying from the actions. He moves in long enough strokes to allow you to breathe, even giving you a moment to cough and sputter a few times before continuing. He never allows you enough time to speak, and after a few moments he pushes almost painfully deep, forcing your nose into his pubes and forcing stars across your vision.

He pulls out to you sputtering and coughing, tears and snot and drool sliding down your face before he adds his cum to the mess. He smears the mess around your face and down to your chest, pinching your nipples roughly and forcing a yelp from you before he stops.

“Speak, brat, what do you say?” He asks, leaning back and glaring down at you.

“Th-thank you, sir.” You gasp, coughing once more to clear your throat. “Wel… welcome home.” You add quietly, heat flushing through your body.

Strings lift you up, forcing you to straddle his large waist, spreading your legs wide. You can feel his dick twitching against your slit.

“Better,” he muses, pulling a larger scrap of your ruined clothes free and using it to clean up your face. “Now, my sweet little bird, prove you missed me and kiss me accordingly.” He commands.

You can feel some of the threads go slack and you’re able to move your arms again. You reach out, cupping his face in your hands and bringing the two of you together.

“I missed you, Doffy, you bastard.” You say with a genuine smile, closing the small distance between you and kissing him. Softly at first, peppering him with a few brief kisses before parting your lips and urging him to devour you in return.

He held you in place, kissing you sweetly, as you felt the tip of his hard cock prodding your slick folds, pushing slowly into your pussy. You gasped and moaned into the kiss, welcoming the dangerously thick intrusion that promised to properly apologize to you for his extended absence.

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#birthday request event #donquixote doflamingo #x reader #reader insert #doflamingo x reader #one piece drabble #THUS SPOKE LO and so I did my best to deliver!#thank you for this gift my lovely friend \o/#I could've gone on for another 5k words - but I am have been trying to limit myself.#I usually struggle to write a bratty reader but I think I did good enough ^_^

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ANDREW GARFIELD, ZENDAYA, KE HUY QUAN 2023 | 29th Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards, Los Angeles (February 26)

#andrew garfield #zendaya #ke huy quan #agarfieldedit #zendayaedit #screen actors guild awards #sag awards #sag 2023 #event #edit #*#a lovely story in four parts 💗#5k

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☥ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐘𝐍'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 is now open

I am pleased to announce to you a momentous occasion, we have reached the milestone of 5k followers.

For this celebration, you, my darklings, shall be granted the divine gift of making a request to me, your mistress, to indulge in the most decadent and wicked of pleasures.

To celebrate this dark and glorious achievement, I have arranged two of the most macabre and sublime events, a celebration of darkness and all things that lurk beneath the surface.

𓆩 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𓆪 — rise to my haunted mansion with your favorite characters in tokrev, jjk, or bllk, then I will surprise you with a thirst/drabble from the prompts under the treat. you may come in costume too! (3/8)

ask example: trick or treat! vampire!choso is craving for candies | trick or treat! rockstar!izana demands for chocolates | or simply just your character, trick or treat! mikey is begging for candies

— chocolates (nsfw) ♱

edging

virgin

face sitting

caught

masturbating

piercings

sharing/threesome

under the table

first time raw

— candies (fluff) ♱

meet cute

courtship

sneaking

first kiss

forced proximity

pining

domestic

— mixed nuts (angst) ♱

unrequited love

breakup

sacrifice

forgotten

reminiscence

guilt

cursed

𓆩 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𓆪 — pick an item to open that has been long stored away, a.k.a my unreleased works (1/3)

˗ˏˋ the vault: roommate!taiju shiba (smut)

˗ˏˋ the chest: best man!manjiro sano

˗ˏˋ the trunk: takuma ino

˗ˏˋ the jewelry box: exhhusband!gojo (smut)

˗ˏˋ the musicbox: drinking game night blue lock edition

Make your request and I, your mistress, shall bestow upon you a dark and heavenly boon that shall forever haunt your nightmares and haunt your dreams alike.

#♱ 5k milestone event #thank you so much everyone 🖤#help my bats and ravens spread the word through reblogs 💌🐦‍⬛#tokyo revengers #jujutsu kaisen #blue lock

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hii, been a while since I've been on tumblr now and i came just in time for ur event 😭 also i realised thawed has gotten a lot of updates and im SOO happy because now i can binge ‼️ can i request lyney and 'eyeliner' for the event :33

also congrats on hitting 5k, and a happy bday in advance to the lyney writer EVER i came back and reread sleight of hand immediately sorry that is exactly the kind of person i am (sixosix writing consumer and injector (what is that)) 💗💗

you are so SWEET thank you so much!!! im sorry i took so long to get to ur req but i hope u see this and like it!! <3

warning ?? wc 500, this is so stupid but a little bit of possessiveness(?) and its very intimate looool

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

You cradled Lyney’s chin gently, tilting his head upward. His breath hitched, but he didn’t move as you instructed. The ink for this eyeliner was the type that was really hard to rub off, and he had a show in about ten minutes.

It was a little distracting—Lyney’s eyelids fluttered, restless, as if his pupils were still tracing your every move even with them closed. You cursed, willing your hands to stop trembling.

“You okay?” Lyney murmured, his breath hot on your face.

“Mm. Hold on,” you whispered, flicking your fingers and crafting a precise line. As the ink glistened freshly, you gently blew on his eyes, cooling the area with a light breeze. His lips curved into a smile as he held onto your waist. “Open.”

His eyes looked sharper with eyeliner, but you’d shudder under his gaze even without them. Up close, however, it was easy to get distracted by how the purple of his eyes sparkled, looking at you as if you were all he could see. Well, with you all but straddling his lap, maybe that really was the case.

You wriggled off, but Lyney’s hand never left your waist, even as you reached for a hand mirror. Lyney only glanced before grinning up at you.

“Perfect as always,” Lyney praised, pulling you down to press a kiss on your chin.

You laughed and halfheartedly pushed him off. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

“I’m also putting makeup on you,” Lyney argued, pushing on your neck until your noses are touching. “Don’t move.”

He reached for the eyeliner in your hand, examined it curiously, and then looked at your face. How was it fair that he looked so good under the harsh spotlight and in the dim lighting backstage?

“Do you know how?” you asked.

“I don’t need to,” he said, yet pointed the tip on your neck.

Confused, you bared your skin to avoid getting the ink on your clothes. The waterproof, smudge-proof formula was no joke. Lyney had this dangerous glint in his eyes as the brush made contact with your neck—it was cold on your skin, in contrast to Lyney’s warm hand holding your face, but you held in a shiver to not disrupt him.

He seemed to be drawing shapes and long lines. It was hard to see even with the mirror behind Lyney, with his head blocking the view, but seeing how close you two were felt so intimate. You squirmed, darting your gaze to anywhere but how Lyney’s eyes were zeroed in on your neck.

“There,” Lyney whispered.

He slid out of the way for you to check his masterpiece, your neck bared to the mirror and having a perfect view of Lyney’s signature inked on your skin. You found yourself laughing at Lyney’s proud smile.

“Idiot,” you reprimanded, but was feeling so flustered. “Don’t look so proud.”

Lyney whistled lowly, and his grin spread over his face. “Well, look at the time. We can’t do anything about that right now—I’ll see you after the show?”

#606: 5K EVENT #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n

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actuallysaiyan · 11 months

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NSFW Prompt #3 with person B as Tengen plsssss

warnings: smut, cunnilingus/fem receiving oral sex, mentions of drinks, Tengen's wives aren't present but could still exist.

Tengen always liked you. He always found you to be feisty and flashy. It excited him to no end. But you never really showed interest in him. You did all you could to keep your distance. And a big part of it was because you had been utterly disappointed by every partner you've ever had. So to avoid more disappointment, you did what you could to show Tengen that you were not interested. Even though you had all the urges to climb this man like a tree...

One night after a successful mission, he invites you over to his place for some drinks. You weren't sure you should say yes, but he had insisted it was only going to be drinks between two friends. You eventually relent and agree to it.

So you go over, expecting a few other Hashira to be there as well. But you're surprised to find yourself alone with him. He greets you at the door and he has a smile on his face. Tengen hands you a glass of sake and gently ushers you into his home. Once inside, he gives you a little tour of his place. You take in the decorations and you begin getting a sense of who he is.

Tengen then leads you to the table and you both sit together. You two begin chatting, discussing all kinds of things. You realize you like Tengen even more than you thought. Soon, the subject turns to sex and he fills up your glass once more.

"My first time was such an embarrassment," he chuckles. "But I've gotten much better since then." Tengen admits, downing his drink.

You smirk before taking a sip of your drink, "I've never had a proper orgasm. Especially not through oral..."

He cocks an eyebrow, "Oh? Would you like me to change that?"

You laugh, "I'd love to see you try,"

Tengen wastes no time. He maneuvers you onto the table and kisses you. You moan as his lips continue to attach to yours in such a hungry way. Your heart races as he kisses you and caresses you. His large hands begin to get busy undressing you.

Once you're bare to him, he looks at you with pure lust and hunger in his eyes. Then he spreads your thighs and smirks when he sees your glistening cunt. It's amazing how he's making you shudder already just from him looking at you with such a hungry look in his eyes.

"Ready?" he asks, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

You nod, not really able to say anything at this point. You let out such a pathetic little mewl the moment his warm tongue presses against your folds. You never knew it could feel so good. Your eyes roll back as he begins to fervently lap at your pussy. You taste so damn so sweet to him, and he knows he could so easily get addicted to you.

"Poor thing," Tengen starts, "you've never had this kind of pleasure. Never been able to cum. Let me take good care of you."

You shudder as he begins sucking on your clit. Then you feel two of his fingers prodding your sensitive and dripping hole. You gasp as he begins pushing his fingers into you. It's all so intense for you. You're being sent right to heaven with this amazing pleasure. It's all so good, and you swear you feel tears streaming down your cheeks from feeling this amazing.

It takes so little effort for him to make you come undone. You're moaning and crying out and shaking. The shakiest, stickiest orgasm comes from you as Tengen works your body like he's the only one who knows how to do so. He continues to slurp and suck at you while you slowly begin coming down from such an intense high.

He smirks as he pulls away, watching as you catch your breath. "So, did you have fun?"

You laugh in a breathy way, "Can we do that again?"

#bacon.writes #tengen x reader #tengen x you #tengen x y/n #tengen smut #uzui tengen x you #uzui tengen x reader #uzui tengen x y/n #uzui tengen smut #tengen uzui x you #tengen uzui x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #5k followers event

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