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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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hi! first and foremost all of ur writing is GODSENT I’m hooked‼️ secondly, i saw ur requests were open and was wanting to see if you could write a neteyam smut where the reader is in heat and is completely insatiable so it leads to some thigh riding and it just isn’t making the cut so he just sits you on his face? and I love ur characterization so with lots of dialogue and him talking you through it pretty please🙏🏽 thank you for gifting us constantly !!

The heat that spreads

adult Neteyam x female avatar reader

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, thigh riding, oral, face sitting, praise kink, heat cycle

Words: 1.9k

Notes: thank you so much for your kind words they mean the world to me!! 😭🫶🏻 I had so much fun writing this skfjdks

Being a Na’vi had it’s perks.

The newly unlocked strength, heightened senses of smell, inhuman hearing and the agility of your avatar body— it was incredible! But there were still some things you had to get used to. One of these things being the monthly heat cycle every female Na’vi goes through, once their bodies are fully developed. It’s a blessing and a curse. You still haven’t figured out when exactly it happens, you just know that it’s not regular and therefore usually comes as a surprise. But you and your mate are trying to make the best out of it.

Right now, you’re sitting on Neteyam thigh, helping him braid his hair, when it suddenly hits you. It starts with a strange yet familiar feeling in your stomach, a warmth that spreads from your lower abdomen right into your lap. It tingles. Makes your head feel dizzy and clouded. You can feel your pupils dilate, senses on high alert as you inhale your mates scent. Neteyam smells like rain, fresh cut grass and tree bark. "What’s wrong?", he tilts his head, some of his braids lazily fall over his shoulder and you swallow thickly. He caresses your cheek with his big hand, thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip. "'Teyam", it comes out as a whine and you blush, "I- I think I‘m starting my…" Neteyams eyes widen. Has it been a month already? He thinks back to the last time with a smug grin on his face, when the two of you couldn’t leave the nest for nearly three days.

You try to clench your thighs together for some friction but it’s impossible with Neteyams leg inbetween them. You curse the position your in, but then he shifts under you, the muscle of his thigh brushes against your clit and you gasp.

You don’t even mean to, but your body has a mind of its own and you slowly start grinding yourself against his thigh. "Please", you beg for his touch, "C-Can we, uhm…" Your eyes point to the weaved sleeping matt, that you two share, across the marui pod. A contented purr of your name rumbles in his chest, your toes curling into the soles of your feet as your name drips from his tongue like warm honey. "Keep doing that", he chuckles and guides your hips to keep moving, "We‘ll get to mating soon, my sweet girl. Now I just want to help you get to your release. The first of many." His words aren’t just promises, they’re vows. He enjoys the days of your heat more than anything, willing to bend you in every possible position until you’re finally satisfied. His stamina seemingly increased during these times, thanks to a certain hormone only the female’s mate could smell.

You whimper softly, the tips of your ears burning with an intense heat as you stare up at your mate through lidded eyes. Neteyams words sent your heart a flutter, stomach bunching into a tight knot as your nerves tingle like a live wire.

You felt small sitting on his thigh, dwarfed by his much larger stature as you struggle to stay seated. You can feel the heat pooling rapidly in the pit of your stomach, heart beating hard against your ribs and pounding loudly in your ears as your breaths come out in short, rough pants. Your pussy clenches around nothing and it almost drives you insane. It hurts.

You experiment with different paces and pressures, trying to figure out the best way to get yourself off. It doesn’t take very long to find out what works best for you.

"You're dripping all over my thigh,” Neteyam notes amused. He’s mesmerized by the sight of you using him for your own pleasure.

You take a deep, shuddering breath, tongue darting over your dry lips as you swallow around the lump in your throat.

"'Teyam," you wail, voice turning into a whine laced with tiny hiccups. "It’s, fuck, it’s not enough… It hurts, I want to– need to cum so bad."

"I know, little one. You're doing so well for me", he praises, with his fingers digging into your hips he helps you move faster and cause more and more friction. Neteyam then tenses the muscles of his thigh, which completely changes the feeling. It’s so much harder now, the friction a lot more satisfying. "Better?"

You nod frantically, incapable of forming a coherent response.

Every rock of your hips is bringing you a jolt of pleasure. It feels so euphoric that you find yourself never wanting it to end. Everything‘s being stimulated with each buck of your hips and small shivers shot up your spine every time you brush your clit against his muscles.

You were growing wetter by the second, so much so that a wet patch was beginning to form on his skin. Which was making it easier and even more pleasurable for you to glide yourself up and down his thigh. When you brush your clit once more, you really couldn’t help the loud moan that left your lips.

"You’re close already, aren’t you? My sweet girl is going to cum just from grinding herself on my thigh", Neteyam chuckles teasingly and his intense eye contact is too much for you. You shy away from him but his free hand reaches for your face, thumb and forefinger digging into your jaw as he tilts your chin up. "No, you keep looking at me with those pretty eyes or I’ll stop." You can feel his hot breath against your skin, every hair on the nape of your neck standing up at his close proximity. "D-Don’t stop, please! Please I’m so– so close Neteyam!" Your breathing wavered, hot, burning coil in your stomach threatening to snap as you tremble. He‘s in complete control of your movements, strong hands digging at your hip so hard, you know it’s going to bruise tomorrow. He moves your body along to the rhythm that you desire. Your face twists with pleasure as you moan with complete abandon, his name like a prayer on your lips as your wet pussy slides across his thigh. Neteyam hums, voice deep and thick as he speaks to you in a hushed whisper. "It’s okay, little one. You can cum, let go for me."

You don’t hesitate to obey his command, the coil in your stomach shattering into a million pieces as your orgasm violently courses through you. Your body trembles and you scream your mates name with pure bliss, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Your movements falter, fingers numb as you hold tight onto his shoulders and what little sanity you had left. Neteyam forces you to ride out the waves of your pleasure high, pressing his leg hard against your clit until you beg for him to stop, crying that’s it’s too much but not enough at the same time. If he keeps that rhythm up, you’re sure you would immediately cum again.

Your legs are shaking and you pitch forward, burying your head against his board chest and seeking the warmth of his skin. His sturdy grip on you slowly eases, fingers gently threading through your braided hair and his other hand caressing your back to soothe the erratic beating of your heart. You hum with content as you press your ear against his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat as you try to regain control of your breathing.

"How do you feel, my love?", he kisses the top of your head.

It doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to return to your core, spreading like a wild fire and you hide your blushing face in his chest. "Wasn’t enough", you mumble and it’s barely above a whisper. "Hm, I thought so", Neteyam grins, "my desperate little mate." You don’t even know what’s happening at first, as he maneuvers you into a new position. When your eyes fly open, you find your mate almost flat on the ground, laying right below you and with his head resting between your thighs. Your eyes widen when he playfully bites down onto the soft flesh of your thigh, careful not to actually hurt you with his canine. His hot breathe fans over the wet skin of your cunt and you shiver. "Neteyam, what are you–" He leans forward to place a sudden kiss right on your clit and you choke on your words. "Sit down", he demands and his words alone make you weak in the knees. One of his hands cups your ass and the other one your hip, with his three long fingers digging into your skin he supports you, pulls you down closer to where he licks his lips, ready to consume his favorite meal. You do as you’re told, carefully lowering yourself to sit on his face and immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a stripe from your dripping entrance to your clit.

He moans at your taste, at the way you fist your hands in his hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face. Against his nose and those puffy lips, so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he’s moaning uncontrollably, gasping and groaning your name and between slurps and sucks.

He’s a voracious pussy eater. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive even though he’s nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face.

"Holy shit— oh, fuck, 'Teyam you’re gonna make me cum again!"

His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit. Suckling on your lips. Sticking his tongue as far into you as he possibly can, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of your delicious juices. Smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as he can. And then– then, Neteyam does the one thing that he knows you absolutely love.

Taking a hand off your hip, he slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.

"Neteyam!” You gasp, hands fisting in his hair and pulling as your thighs snap tight around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake like the leaves of a tree in a storm, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm until you’re slumping down ever so slowly, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure.

With a gentle tap to your thigh, you untangle yourself from your mate, lifting your hips from his face. He’s glistening with your slickness and it makes you flustered. When he sits up, your eyes immediately fall on the outline of his hard and painfully neglected cock under his loincloth. It makes you swallow almost hungrily.

He grins at you, palming himself over the thin cloth as he repositions himself once again. With a hand flat on your chest he gently lays you down and then sits on his heels, right between your thighs. "Satisfied yet?", he tilts his head and licks his lips clean. You shake your head no and he chuckles. "What do you want? Talk to me, my sweet girl and I’ll do whatever you want."

"More. Please, I want… more."

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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Can I ask for some more Azriel content 💙

Where reader really likes hickeys/marks on them but hasn't told him , Az realizes how reader always shows off marks on them like wearing revealing clothing,/wearing their hair up so people can see and gives them some more marks to show off.

Possessive Azriel 🥵

Mark Me

Azriel x reader

A/n: at first this was a headcanon but then it was better like this. I’m very sorry for cutting y’all off from smut I’ll make it up to you I swear 😭

Warnings: hickeys, suggestive

You loved when Azriel left marks on you after making out or sex. When ever you and Az make out you straddle him, run your fingers through his hair and when he finally reaches your neck you use all your power to keep him there. His lips felt like heaven traveling across your heated skin.

Another reason you love the marks. It’s a way to let people know that he’s yours and you’re happily taken. Whenever your neck is littered with love bites from him you wear your hair up in a ponytail and something with a low neckline.

At first Azriel was a little nervous when he noticed you were showing them off. “Baby are you sure you’re ok with how much I left?” He asked one morning while you were making breakfast for you both. His scarred fingers trailing down your neck, gently touching the sensitive purple marks he left the night before. “Yeah Az. I wouldn’t show them off if I didn’t like them.” You said with a smirk as you gently grabbed his hand twining your fingers with his.

You loved them on your neck, but you wanted more. Wanted Azriel to leave those special marks in places only you and him would know about. You wanted to feel his mouth all over your body, feel his fingers squeeze you all over.

You wanted to tell Azriel about your wants but were unsure how he would take it. You didn’t want him to think you were being hurt. And you’d hate to see him become quite and shy again. Your big fear was that he’d think he was bringing his job home to you.

Azriel noticed how quite you were one night as you both relaxed in bed. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Nothing,” your voice coming out extra high pitched to cover up your lie. Azriel gave you a pointed look. You couldn’t hide anything from the Spymaster. “Please tell me my love.”

“You know when we make out? And I keep you on my neck?” Azriel nodded telling you to keep going. “I really like when you leave hickeys or marks on me. And I want more but I didn’t want you to think you were hurting me.”

You watched as Azriel’s pupils dilated taking over the soft hazel of his unreadable eyes. Azriel quickly had you pinned under him. His face inches from yours. You instinctively wrap your legs around Azriel’s hips grounding your core into his hardening cock. Azriel let go of your wrists to grip your hair to pull your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.

Azriel leaned down brushing his nose and lips against your sensitive skin. A shiver runs down your spine as you push yourself into his face. He lightly nips at you and tuts, “Patience baby. Let me take my time. I’ve dreamed about marking you up like this. To have me all over you. It drives me wild when you show them off.” A small whimper leaves your lips.

After an insufferable amount of teasing kisses down your neck and chest, Azriel finally started sucking and biting your neck. Making a choker of love bites around your neck. Azriel made sure to be extra hard when it came to biting you so that the marks would last.

Once he was done with your newest piece of jewelry Azriel moved down to your chest and collar bones. Licking and sucking your most sensitive spots. You lazily had your arms draped around his shoulders, lightly running your nails across his upper back. Just skirting over where his wings grew from his back. You moaned his name and he chuckled darkly against your skin.

Azriel brought his head up slowly to meet your blissed out gaze. The scent of both your arousal mixing in the room. You were desperate for him. To feel his lips touch the most intimate parts of you. You felt Azriel’s hand trace shapes on your thigh, pushing your nightgown up your thigh.

“Shall I keep going?” His voice dark and smooth. You nod, letting a pathetic sounding whine fall from your lips as he moves down your body.

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When the two of you joined the rest of the Inner Circle for breakfast the next morning it was quite interesting. You and Azriel were going about the meal like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like you weren’t wearing an off the shoulder dress to display the intense hickeys Azriel left on you last night.

Cassian kept looking between you and your mate, giggling like a child. Nesta had given up on trying to get him to stop just rolling her eyes. Rhys was doing his best not to make it too obvious that he was looking. And Feyre and Mor were giggling like little girls smirking along with you.

After an awkward silence Rhys cleared his throat, “So, Azriel. Are you ready for-“ “Oh come on!” Cassian interrupted. “We’re going to ignore his smugness and the whole situation!” He gestured at the two of you.

You made eye contact with Feyre, immediately feeling the familiar caress of her mental talons on your mind. “You are going to give us the details later, right?” “Oh, obviously. You are going to lose it.” You subtly wink at her going back to the commotion of the three brothers semi-fighting with each other.

Under the table you rest a hand on Azriel’s thigh. Lightly scratching your nails against his leathers like you did to his back last night. He gently placed a scarred hand on top of yours.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Okay so ive got this idea its like a lot older jake and younger reader (like 20+) and she goes thru her first heat but she is very innocent and she doesnt know why does it hurt THERE and jake sees her going thru pain and asks whats wrong and she tells him it hurts there and she asks if he knows a way to heal her and when he takes off her lioncloth shes shy and closes her tights but the second he starts fingering she starts to moan and beg for more and he fucks her dumb ykyk🫣🤭I’ve tought of this while in the bus going to a dance competition lmao😭😭

I hope it went well in your competition baby!!

Dilf Jake to the rescue again 😩😩😩

Didn't proofread sooo if you see any mistakes, no you didn't

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You're supposed to be on your way to train, but it hurts. It feels like something warm is spreading over your body, making your womb coil with a burning ache, a wetness smear over your thighs. You've already missed over three training session with the oloeyktan, and you don't think he'll be particularly thrilled.

Yet, today, you decide that if anyone can help you, it's him. He's gotta be extremely wise if he's the oloeyktan, right? Jake Sully is no dummy, you're sure he'll know what's wrong with you.

As you approach the clearing where you always train, you catch a wiff of Jake's scent and it sends a sharp yearning through you, straight between your legs. You mewl, pressing your thighs together as the pain increases.

Jake smells you a mile off. You've missed your last training sessions, but he still waits at your designated place in hopes that you'll show. And, from the smell of it, you indeed will. The moment you step into the clearing, Jake realizes why you've been skipping your lessons.

You're in heat.

When you come into view, Jake can already tell you're suffering deeply. Your ears are folded back, your pupils blown wide, and the scent of your slick is sweet and alluring.

“Hey, kid,” he greets, trying to keep his cock from hardening at your scent. “What happened to ya?”

“It hurts,” you whine, making a face as you approach him.

“What hurts?”

You blush softly, shy, before moving a hand to your pussy and cupping it. “Here,” you say quietly, lowly.

Jake can almost feel his heart jump out of his chest. He's got two options: he can be the mature man he is and tell you, a 22 year old, exactly what's happening, and send you to Mo'at for some herbs to help ease the pain; or, he can be the horny ass he is and help you through your heat his way.

Either way, he figures, he's helping you. What's the difference between both if the outcome benefits you?

And, he decides, it wouldn't hurt if it benefitted him at the same time.

“Lemme see,” he says, nodding at the ground. “Lie down for me, yeah?”

You look scandalized and unsure, a little afraid.

“Come on, kid. Trust me,” he insists, and after a few more seconds of hesitance, you comply.

You lie on the floor, the soft grass tickling your back and your ass as you plant your feet on the ground. Jake kneels in front of you, undoing your loincloth and tossing it aside.

Your knees are pressed together, stopping him from getting a good look, and he says, “I need you to spread your legs, girl. Don't you want me to help you?”

You nod slowly and open your thighs, revealing your swollen, soaked pussy. Jake's cock twitches under his loincloth at the sight of your cunt, and he just aches to fuck you.

Jake's eyes grow predatory, his pupils dilating, and the way he's studying you makes you squirm, shy. You press your thighs together, murmuring something unintelligible, and Jake tsks quietly.

He grabs your thighs and pushes them apart, revealing your pussy once again. The scent of your heat is even thicker now, and it makes a soft growl leave his lips.

“How long has it been hurting for, girl?” he asks, one of his hands wandering higher up your thigh, inching towards your cunt.

You struggle to reply, “Days.”

“How many days?” he questions as his fingers brush over your warm cunt, rubbing against your clit.

You gasp, surprised, and then mewl quietly as the ache in your womb finds a drop of relief. “I don't-don't know,” you manage, nails digging into the ground below.

“I see,” he hums, running his middle and index fingers between your folds, spreading them open before teasing your entrance. “Luckily, this has an easy fix.”

“It does?” you question, voice breathy.

“Want me to show you?”

Your big doe eyes are wide, innocent and curious. You nod eagerly. “Please, Jake. Help me.”

He chuckles quietly. “Alright, kid. I need you to relax, okay? Take a deep breath and just talk with me, hm?”

“Okay,” you say slowly as his middle finger traces the edge of your entrance.

“I trust you know where babies come from?” he jokes, and you blush, big doe eyes avoiding his dark gaze.

“Yes,” you say shyly, and Jake slides his finger into you, making you gasp softly.

“Well, what's going on with you has a lot to do with the birds and the bees,” he says, curling his finger upward and touching a swollen spot within you that makes your legs jerk. “Your body is asking for a baby,” he explains.

Through the pleasure, you look confused. “Why?”

“You're physically ready to start having kids, and you're extremely fertile right now, which is why you feel that ache inside of you that needs to be relieved.”

You fold your ears back as he slides a second finger into you. “And will it go away—ah, mphf—after what you-you're doing to me?”

He chuckles softly. “No, you need to get withchild for it to stop,” he informs you.

You groan, somewhere between frustrated and overcome by pleasure. Jake's fingers are good, they stretch you open, his thumb pressing against a soft nub that has your hips trembling. But they're not enough. You need something else, something longer, thicker, something that can take the ache away.

“Need more,” you whine, baring your teeth. “Need more, Jake. Please!”

“My fingers ain't cutting it, sweetheart?” he tsks.

“Please,” you mewl, desperately trying to buck your hips against his hand. “More.”

Jake knows he shouldn't. He knows how wrong this is. But fuck, the way you're begging, pussy al wet and ready, and Goddamn, he really should reflect upon the consequences of his moral decisions. But after. After he fucks you.

He removes his loincloth, showing you his thick, hardened cock, the tip a dark blue and oozing precum. Your eyes gleam as you study his girth, mouth almost watering at the sight.

Jake asks, “You sure you want this, kid?”

You nod, your voice a breathy whine. “Yes, please.”

He runs the head of his cock between your folds, gauging your reaction, and when you shudder, he groans. He slowly slides into you, his cock stretching your soft gummy walls, and you gasp.

“Fuck,” Jake grunts as your cunt flutters around him. “So fuckin' tight. And soaked, too.” Your slick is dripping down his cock, coating his balls and smearing onto his hips when he starts thrusting into you.

You're whining beneath him, unable to even talk. Jake glances down at you, his eyes scanning your pretty face, the way your eyelids flutter shut, the way your ears are folded back. He can't even care how wrong this is anymore: he's just thanking that you're too innocent to prevent him from using you.

“Does it feel good, sweet?” he questions, your pussy squelching as your arousal dribbles out of you.

“Mhmm!” you gasp. You grind your hips against Jake's, pussy sucking him in, your womb feeling like it's on fire with each brush of his cock to your cervix.

And Jake smirks. “You poor thing,” he mocks. “Look at you, suffering so much.” He cages your body under his, dragging his tongue across your jaw. “Almost makes me want to give you a permanent solution to this issue of yours.”

You moan softly. “What—wh' d'you mean?”

He laughs, biting your jaw and making you gasp. “What if I were to give you a baby, hm? Put my child in you.”

Your eyes snap open, looking terrified. “N-no, we can't.”

“It's a solution for both of us,” Jake continues, adoring the look of fear on your face. “You get rid of your heat, and I get to keep you all to myself, huh?”

“But—the others,” you gasp. What will they say?

“I don't care about the others,” he says sharply. “I'm asking you what you want.”

Your eyes meet his. Beneath the predatory amber of his eyes, you see something soft and warm, something caring.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks. “You want me t'fill you up?”

“Please,” you say softly, nodding. “Give me a baby, Jake. Please!”

Jake groans, his cock twitching inside of you at the sound of your plead. Your cunt is so tight, almost begging him for his cum, and he's more than willing to give it to you.

Your womb is ablaze with the need to be full, your body thrumming with desire.

You mewl and gasp unintelligibly, your hands grabbing onto Jake's arms and digging your nails into his muscles.

He lowers his mouth to yours, his heart racing because, without taking everything that you're already doing, this feels more intimate than anything else.

His kiss is soft and gentle, slow, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. It's probably the way it all suddenly feels so passionate and soft that has your orgasm right on the surface.

You clench around his cock, body shaking, and Jake groans. “You gonna come for me, girl? You gonna come on my cock?”

“Mhmm!” you mewl. “Yes, yes!”

And then you can feel the pressure within you coil tight, so tight, and suddenly your orgasm bursts within you, your slick gushing out of you.

“That's it,” Jake groans, his own release so close. “Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up now, girl. Fuck,” he hisses.

And then he's coming, spilling into you, and you gasp, shuddering as his cum fills your womb. You're breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down, and finally the ache deep within you dissipates.

Jake kisses your forehead, chucking softly. “You feelin' better, honey?”

You nod, out of breath, and Jake moves to pull out of you.

You squeeze his arm, keeping him inside of you. “Stay,” you manage, breathing heavily.

Jake nods. “Okay.” He rolls you two over so he's on his back and you're on top of him, and he holds you tight to his chest.

You fall asleep to the soft sound of his beating heart.

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shuckinbeanz · 3 months

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warnings/notes: Tumblr decided to post this incomplete so I had to finagle it lmfao kudos to Google lens for copying the majority of this and saving me some grief. n don worry ur secrets w me nonny! 🥰 N E WAYZ 🥵 NSFW, I'm gonna say y'all are married here, Daddy kink, chubby gn reader, stretchmarks, squirting+overstim, standing full nelson, breeding kink if u squint, reader can get pregnant, Kats is so mean to you ab your insecurities (in a good way i promise) so degradation, dirty talk, teensy bit of thigh worship(partly me indulging myself bc i have thicc ones), some orgasm denial, praise kink with a little bit of humiliation kink if u squint, biting? soft nibbling more like, n mirror sex. Told in his POV kinda bc who doesn't love a King who's head over heels for his s/o--it gets wonky at some point im sorry 😭

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You were doing it again. Prodding at the dips of your stretch marks morosely. And quite frankly it was pissing him off. He knew that look from ten miles away. He knew what your deep sigh meant, and he'd be damned if you do it again. Having enough of glaring daggers your way because you stubbornly kept your current mindset-one insecurity after the other-he resorted to picking you up, princess style.

"Kats!" you gasp, your rambling about how heavy you were going in one ear and out the other as he carried you straight to the bedroom with one thing on his mind; dealing with your insecurities the best way he knows how, by fucking them out of you.

"I'm a Pro, sweetheart. Carrying ten of ya is an everyday thing for me, so nice try, dumbass." he throws you onto the comforters, making you squeal in surprise.

You huff and squint at him as you sit upright, glaring your cute little glare as he readies the mirror. "What are you doing?" you finally ask, offended he brought you into its reflection to the point of near tears. "I'm huge," you start as he makes the strides towards you, "I'm ugly, I don't wanna see m'smff--" cutting you off by firmly planting his palm under your chin and squishing your pretty cheeks. Your pretty hues go wide, your pupils dilating at his stern look, a flush painting your features.

You were gonna get punished.

"We'll see how long you keep this up. Stop being a fuckin' brat." he gives you a meaningful squeeze before releasing you. "Now strip." he commands, and you shake your head before opening your mouth to speak.

"Strip, or that's another one to the dumpster." he seethes, eyeing what you wore as he settled beside you. You wisely clamp your mouth shut, immediately springing into action, knowing his habit of ripping your favorite clothes to shreds. While the money he makes can fill your closet with new ones, you preferred the ones you've worn down. "Not so hard, now, is it, sweetheart?" he rasps warmly, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor. "Now, c'mere." he coos, beckoning you over when you've removed the last article of clothing, and you disobediently stay where you are. "Don't make Daddy say it twice, toots." he warns you, making your breath hitch as you squirm in place.

Katsuki is a patient man for his spouse. After several moments you eventually begin to cave, and you inch towards him. He pats his lap, watching you fiddle with your fingers apprehensively. "What did I say?" a growl escapes him, and you begin to stutter, your beautiful face much more lurid in hue; of embarrassment, shame, and arousal.

"Y-Yes, Daddy..." a meek affirmation escapes you as you turn around and hesitantly take your seat, gasping as he all but grabs them plump, pretty hips, and pulls them down onto his lap.

He purrs in satisfaction, his large hands engulfing your plush thighs. "There we go. Atta sweetheart." he praises, groping and massaging them. "I wouldn't've married ya if I didn't like everything you had to offer." he starts. "You know me, sweetheart, yeah?" giving them a particularly firm squeeze. "Yeah?" he repeats firmly when you hesitate, his voice making you nod.

"The juicier, the better." he says, pressing them together. "Press these babies t'gether after a li'l TLC, makes a mighty fine cocksleeve. Nice and slippery, drives me up the wall every damn time, never fuckin' fails." he rasps in your ear, making you squirm. "And here?" he lifts one of his hands to grope your stomach, making you jolt. "Here, I stake my fuckin' claim." "Kats--" "Would prefer t'do it inside, turn you into my pretty li'l cumdump, keep you stuffed full of my kids." he interrupts you, thumbing up your inner thigh, stopping just short of your sex.

He revels in your whimper, in the flush that grew to the tips of your ears and down your neck, creeping towards your shoulders. "Can turn 'em info earmuffs, too." he squeezes your thigh, the hand on your stomach traveling up to fondle your chest.

"These here are just the cherry on top, sweetheart." he says, flicking one of your nipples, making you gasp. He scoots back, holding onto you to keep you in his lap. "See that mirror? I'll have ya yellin' how pretty you are by the end of this, and that's a fuckin' promise. Daddy doesn't go back on his promises." he tells you as he manhandles you into a more comfortable position with ease, paying special attention to groping at your tummy and thighs-the areas you were most insecure about.

He'd have those thoughts long gone before he's done with you, your pretty little head filled only with him.

He takes your hands, first guiding them to your plump pretty rolls. "Remember what I tell ya?" he asks, as he guides your hands lovingly across your body. Incoherent sounds escape you, and he hums encouragingly. "Little louder, toots." he tells you. You're silent for several moments, shyly speaking up.

"...like cinnamon rolls..." your voice comes out small as you lift your gaze to yours and his reflection in the mirror, cheeks painted the prettiest color. "Mmhm, and?" he rasps coaxingly in your ear.

"Y'could...gobble 'em up..." you go redder as his crimson eyes meet yours in the reflection, your own hues darting downward. "Damn right." he chuckles, giving a playful nibble to your neck, eliciting a soft gasp and shudder from you. "Can't convince me that's not what those bastards are fantasizin' when they stare at'cha a little bit too fuckin' long. Really pisses me off." he growls, "I like watchin' 'em bounce, too. They're for my eyes, only, yeah?" he tells you.

It was true. The hungry gazes you'd get from thirsty passerby was far from being a rarity or occasional, not that you didn't like it though. Your guard dog of a husband's protectiveness always did set a fire in your belly.

"And these?" he inquires, his large hands moving to your thighs, guiding them apart-but you stubbornly keep quiet. He bends, chuckling darkly. "Take your time, baby." he tells you, mouthing at your neck, his crimson hues dark and knowing. You try to avert your gaze, but one of his big calloused hands grips your chin, making you look back at the reflection, his other toying with your pulsing sex.

You wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer.

"Earmuffs..." you mumble shyly, trying to remember through the haze. "Th'juicier--th'better--" you gasp, unable to keep from squirming anymore as his finger teases your entrance. "Mhmm, and?" he encourages you, his voice husky in your ear.

"Ahh--oohh, Daddy, m'sorry--" you barely contain your moans, wriggling your hips a little, wanting nothing more than those thick fingers to fill you up.

“Don't be.” he tells you, his voice clear through the pulsing heat, “Don't be, baby.” he soothes. “From the crown of your head, down to your pretty little toes. Every fuckin’ inch, gorgeous.” he tells you, inserting one finger.

“Ya like t’keep spoutin’ nonsense, about perfection, about who's deservin’ of what.” in goes another as he continues-really, he’s too perfect for you-curling his fingers only just a tad, not quite enough to quell the fire.

“This whole damn planet don't deserve you.” he moves his hand, fingers pulling out in a slow drag, curled up against your spongy spots, “You know damn well y'can't convince me otherwise, sweets.” he whispers in your ear. You moan at the sudden onslaught; large calloused fingers pumping in and out of your heat at a dizzying pace, his palm rubbing against your sex deliciously.

You find rhythm with him, bringing your hips up for more, wantonly humping his hand. It's not long before your husband's skillful fingers are coated with your slick, and your teetering on the brink of orgasm.

He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. His voice in your ear, the strong grip he had on your chin. His skillful fingers bringing you up, and up, and up-only to suddenly stop.

You whine and squirm, reaching down to get that high, only for your hands to be swat away, his large palm covering your pulsing heat. "What'd I say, baby?" he pants in your ear, voice husky. He was clearly enjoying this. You could feel his hard cock straining against his sweatpants, pressing up against the meat of your ass.

And if you were going to be honest, you were enjoying this, too.

"Daaaddddyyy~" you whine, high pitched and desperate, closing your legs. "Nuh-uh." he grunts, pulling one of your legs in the hook of his elbow. "What'd I say, toots?" he asks again.

"I'm big, an' ug-ghoooh!~" you try, with a hint of squirmy sass, quickly cut off by his fingers plunging into your needy heat again. "Nope. Wrong answer." he growls.

You keen his name, legs trembling as he ravages your spongy bits, knuckle deep. He slows to a drag just as you're about to reach your high. "Last time, what'd I say...?" he rasps in your ear. You squirm and hump his hand as best you can, face hot and head fogging over, frustrated tears starting to prick your eyes.

Adamantly, you try to shake your head with him holding your chin, squeezing your eyes shut so you wouldn't have to look at yourself in the mirror anymore.

Because he's convinced you, like all other times. You're perfect. At this point, you were only being stubborn, but you refused to admit it easily.

The moment his fingers leave your heat, though; all that crumbles. "Nooo!~" you release a high pitched whine. It crashes and burns, your sweet, sweet release seeming even further away.

" 'm pretty! 'm hot! 'm sexy, I--" your voice cuts off as he eases his thick fingers back in, where you needed them most. "What else, toots?" he asks, voice husky. "Got sexy curves!~ Thick n' warm n' jiggly!~ Oohh, yes, Daddy please, right there!~" you keen as his skillful fingers pick up the pace, scissoring you open. "Keep going." he commands you.

" 'm thighs!~ Stretchmarks, too, they--they look, oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy, 'm coming!~" you squirt all over his palm, shaking your hips against his hand as best you could, riding your high.

You go completely limp against him, panting harshly. Slowly, sensually, you feel that same hand travel around the curve of your ass and up your thigh.

When you feel him reach behind you, between your bodies, and pull down his sweats, you can't help the pleasant shudder that escapes you.

"Daddy, 'm legs're jelly, I can't--" you try weakly, but he shushes you. "There's positions for that, sweetheart." he pants softly in your ear as he manhandles you into position to take his throbbing, red-hot cock.

Your toes curl in delight at the stretch, his cock all but filling you up. He pulls you into a full nelson, "Daaadddyyyyyy!~" you squeal in surprise when he stands, impaling you just right, making your hole gush.

"Didn't tell ya t'stop, did I?" his hisses hotly in your ear. "Nhooh~" you moan. "Touch yourself." he commands, and this time, he doesn't have to tell you twice; you snake your hand in front of you and start stroking. "Wanna hear your pretty voice, c'mon." he grunts, his strong arms keeping you fully secure as he proceeds to use you like a pocket pussy.

"Dad~dy~ I'm!~"

You sing hot praise to yourself in the mirror, getting lost in your own little world as your husband bounces you on his fat cock, encouraged by his lewd praises. This goes on until you're fucked stupid-until he's made you cum at least twice all over the mirror.

Only then would he have mercy, cleaning you up and tucking you in.

The next time you'd wake up, he'd already have your favorites prepared. Really, he's such the perfect husband for you. <3

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j0kers-light · 23 days

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I just know Joker would be so fed up with a reader who needs glasses

Like no J, I didn't see you the other day when you were stalking me while I was shopping, sorry for not going over and say hi.

SORRY my visits to the ophthalmologist are that expensive, I'm just a girl who needs her eyes checked!!

"Bunny... what da ya mean you need... contact lenses...? Like lentils for t'eyes?"

omg I can't he is just so dumb when he wants to😭

Woah anon this one hits too close to home. I went to the ophthalmologist last Thursday and for the first time in my life, I need glasses. I am not adjusting well 😣

Let's get into it! 🖤✨

Joker instantly makes fun of you. For starters, Frost had to help you back home since they dilated your eyes at the office and urged you not to drive. So you came through the door, looking like a lost cause clinging onto Frost.

For months you've been complaining about headaches and double vision, all on deaf ears. You had to take matters into your own hands and find a specialist to perform an eye exam.

Now you're finally getting help to correct your vision! Not like Joker cares. He picks on you by waving his hands in front of your face. You snap at him because you can still see.

"J move out the way! I'm not legally blind, this is only temporary." You grope at the air to prevent yourself from bumping into anything. You still run head first into a potted plant, knocking it over.

Joker thinks your protective glasses, he dubbed them "Ray Charles" are absolutely hilarious. They help with bright lights until your pupils return to normal but it does make you look, well, like a visually impaired person. "All you need is a cane, doll!"

Its days like this where you question why you love Joker. He's such a jerk.

Any support or help you wish to get from Joker is non existent. He is blissfully unaware about how serious your situation is. Thankfully the drops wear off but you have to endure Joker for the upcoming days until your glasses come in the mail.

Joker says the most insensitive things to you like, "Bunny what do ya mean you need uh, contact lenses? Like lentils for your eyes?" or "My Bunny is blind. Maybe I should call ya mouse instead?"

You groan for the umpteenth time and ignore him. You're not legally blind, just.. [insert level of impairment] His jokes aren't funny.

Finally your prescriptions arrive in the mail and you hastily put them on. Its like seeing the world anew. You smile and glance around the room and your eyes land on Joker, who has his jaw on the floor.

"Wow.. I uh.. ahem. You look... B-Bunny.. ya look nerdy. Did they not have a err better selection?" He looked away, hiding his blush.

And your happiness is squashed. Great. You're not his goddess anymore. You sulk around the apartment as you adjust to your new eyes feeling completely miserable. Along with the expected headaches, and discomfort, your mood is in the sewer.

It brings about.. let's say problems. Key word: Joker is the problem. He plays too much and your poor frames is his brand new toy. He bends them, loses them, and even worse? He completely breaks them all 'on accident'. Yeah right.

He just laughs each time saying, "I'll uhh buy ya a new pair."

Joker is a man of his word but your ophthalmologist gives you a disapproving look when you order your sixth pair of glasses in a two month period. Insurance has since stopped footing the bill, they're fed up too.

Your doctor suggests contacts which you think would be a better fit. It is not. Joker manages to ruin them too.

He misplaces your contact case. He uses your contact fluid for a new laughing gas compound, he distracts you and much to your horror-- you sleep with your contacts still in.

Along with the stress of new glasses, the sudden change in your life, and Joker's lack of concern, you're bound to break down and it happens one day when you're working on your laptop in the living room.

Joker sneaks up behind you and steals your new (seventh pair) of glasses right off your face. You react accordingly but with the loss of your visual aid, the room is blurry and you can't focus.

"Joker give me back my glasses! I can't see without them!"

You hear his signature laugh a little to your left and turn that way. You can barely see his figure holding your glasses up to his face. He whistles low.

"Geez, Bunny! I knew ya couldn't, ah see, but this? This is pathetic!" His words sting and make you falter reaching his side.

The one person you need the most to be supportive, and on your side during such a life changing event, is your bully. Why can't Joker be more understanding? You don't know you're crying until Joker is standing before you. He's close enough for you to see him clearly.

And he doesn't look happy. "What's gotten into you?"

He doesn't even know?!! That just makes you cry even harder. Your tears are Joker's kryptonite and he groans to himself before yanking you into your arms.

"Bunny..... stop that.. You know I haTe it when you cry." He rocks the two of you back and forth but you aren't moved by his weak attempt at an apology.

"Then why are you being so mean to me?! You keep breaking my glasses, I can't see without them, I'm... I'm so tired and—"

Joker shuts you up with a kiss and your body betrays you by kissing him back. He pulled away so he could see your e/c sparkling up at him.

“You've been soooo stressed lately. I thoughT my jokes would help ease your mind! I just wanted you to smile."

"You made fun of me and called me a nerd!" You pout.

He sighed and placed your glasses where they belong. The way he was looking at you made you adopt a slight flush to your cheeks.

"I didn't mean to be mean, Princess. These make ya look hot, very hoT. Like the sexy author I know ya are."

You looked away, mumbling. "You... you think I look hot?"

Joker laughed and spun you around in his arms. He then attacked your face with sloppy kisses while his eager hands roamed your body.

"Think? Oh I know my goddess is stunning with or without glasses. You. Are. Beaut-Tee-full and the day I say otherwise, be a dear and uh.. stab me with a knife."

He smirked hearing your joyful laughter ringing out. Oh how he missed it.

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m1dn1ght-hag · 9 months

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hello ^^ can i request a sebek x male reader?

oo maybe the reader can sew and he makes cute little plushies of him and sebek so they can still have each other even when the other is far away. the image of post nrc sebek being away for a mission and bringing his mini reader along makes me sob and kick my feet </3

preferably a fluff but if you want to turn it into an angst to fluff then i don’t mind 👀

☽ starring | Sebek x male reader

☽ pronouns used | he/him

☽ genre | mostly fluff <3, hint(?) of angst

☽ summary | Mc gifts Sebek a hand-made plushie, and his ordeals with said plushie

☽ CW | mentions of a sewing needle (but its very brief), Lilia being a little shit, cuss word (like… once?)

☽ note | the idea of sebek secretly carrying around a plushie of his boyfriend for times he can’t be around him is so goddamn sweet im goginf to WXPLODE 😭 got my brain absolutely PUMPING rn. soft sebek owns my heart

Sebek knew about Mc’s hobby during their time at NRC. He’d watch him work, when he wasn’t looking of course, marveling at his craft. At the time, if Mc were to catch him staring he’d deny it adamantly and avert his gaze, a red tint making it’s way along his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

Sebek stared at Mc, deadpanned, as he held up a plushie in his image in front of him, waiting for him to grab it.

“…Mc, what is this?” He furrows his brows, unsure of what Mc wants him to do with it.

“I made me-“ Mc point to himself, “-for you,” he point to Sebek. Motioning for him to grab the plushie, he reach into his bag with his free hand, “and I made you, too!”

Holding the plushie up for Sebek to see as he gingerly pulls the one that looks like Mc out of his hand, flushing at the plushie in his likeness. Unsure of what to say he just stares at Mc, then the plushie in his hands, then the plushie in his, then back to Mc.

Sebek has seen Mc working on something earlier, either by hand or with machine, and wondered what he was making, but didn’t pry seeing as he needed his concentration to avoid hurting himself with the needle.

A simple “why?” was all he could manage out, confused at the gesture.

“Well… Now that we’ve graduated, you have a full-time job as Malleus’ knight and have to leave on ‘business trips’ often. So, I thought it’d be nice for us to have, y’know? So, when we get lonely, we have our mini uses.” Mc rambles out, gesturing to himself and Sebek as if to enunciate his point as he feels his face warm when explaining his thought process.

Sebek’s eyes fall back onto the plushie in his hands, studying all the love put into the small details and stitching. The pale green heart sewn onto the shirt made his own heart skip a beat, as a red tint made it’s way to his ears.

Mc watched his expression nervously, worrying that maybe he overstepped. He chewed on his lip nervously until he noticed the way Sebek’s face turned red the longer his eyes lingered on the doll, pupils dilating ever so slightly.

“…Thank you,” he muttered out eventually, eyes still trained on Mc’s gift.

“Do you like it?” Mc inquires and Sebek cleared his throat, finally broken free from his trance.

“It’s decent work, for a human,” he coughed out the last bit, however Mc knew his words held no real bite by the way he couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Well, I’m glad. I put all of my love into making this for us,” Mc sighs, reaching his free hand up to squeeze Sebek’s, smiling when he felt him squeeze back.

Sebek didn’t respond, eyes now trained on the doll in Mc’s hands and the heart— in his favorite color, he noted— sewn into it’s shirt as well. He was genuinely impressed by Mc’s talent, always has been since freshman year, and how well he managed to capture both his and Sebek’s likenesses in such.. Cutesy, and simple dolls.

“Can… I see yours?” He seemed to hesitate, the red returning to his cheeks at his idea.

“Oh, yeah!” Handing him the doll, Mc watched as he stares at them intensely for a good minute before he shakily moves them closer together, giving the illusion that they’re holding hands as his face bursts red and he quickly hands the one that looks like him back to Mc.

Mc barely had anytime to process the action before Sebek drops the doll back into his hands, clearly embarrassed by what he’d just done.

“I appreciate it, thank you very much!” He yelled quickly. Mc couldn’t help the way his heart swelled and hammered against his chest, only smiling at him, though his gaze was turned away from Mc.

And though he would never admit it aloud due to his pride, he definitely carries the plushie gifted to him around. The silly little plushie becomes a comfort item, especially when he has to be away from Mc for long periods of time due to his service to Malleus. On days he especially misses his boyfriend, and physically can’t hold him, he cuddles the plushie. He holds it close to him, trying to feel his warmth through it, and even presses small kisses to the top of its head.

Sebek let out an irate sigh as he opened his eyes, staring up at the roof. He’d been gone for roughly two weeks now, and each day he missed Mc more than the last. He’s found it hard to sleep without Mc next to him, ever since he snuck into his bed one night at NRC, and not being able to have him next to him was slowly tearing him apart.

Tiredly, he rolled onto his side, clutching the doll close to his chest. Sleeping on his back was just not gonna be an option tonight, it seemed.

He would get so embarrassed if Lilia, Silver, or Malleus were to find the plushie. Lilia and Silver would tease him lightheartedly, watching the red flush spread across his cheeks as he turns away and clamps his eyes shut, embarrassed that he was found carrying a plushie of his boyfriend for comfort.

It was week three of his departure and Lilia had found his bag. Being the little shit he is (affectionate), he decided to dig around in it.

“Awww, Sebek what is this?” Lilia coos, holding up the plushie he pulled from his bag as Sebek’s face immediately turned bright red.

“Master Lilia!” Sebek yelped, reaching for the plushie in the fae’s hands, as he snickered at Sebek’s desperation.

Silver turns his head at the commotion, eyes landing on the doll in Lilia’s hands.

“Sebek has a doll of his boyfriend, how cute!” Lilia giggles as Sebek hastily retrieves it from his grasp, hiding it from Malleus’ gaze as the prince also turned to them with a quirked brow.

Silver walked over, a slight smirk in his lips, “does he, now?”

“I do not!” Sebek insisted, having hid the doll underneath his arm, “I don’t need the comfort of a doll! I am Lord Malleus’ knight, and knights don’t need dolls!”

“Poor Sebek’s embarrassed,” Lilia sighed, obviously teasing Sebek, evident by his tone and the mischievous glint in his gaze.

“May I see?” Malleus inquired.

“There’s nothing to see!”

“GASP!” Lilia faked a shocked expression, cupping his hands over his mouth, “Sebek? Ignoring a request from Malleus? What a scandal!”

“URGH,” Sebek jerked, freezing as if he got shot.

“Father…” Silver shook his head upon watching Sebek’s inner conflict through his body movements.

“Ah, t’was simply a jest. Youngins these days,” Lilia relented with a sigh.

He keeps it with him all the time, and on the off-chance he misplaces it, he is absolutely DEVASTATED until he finds it again and cries tears of joy (not that he’d admit it to anyone.)

Week four, he’d misplaced the plushie.

When he realised he lost it, it tore him up inside. He was so upset about it. It was a gift from Mc, and it brought him comfort when he couldn’t be around him, and now it’s gone. He didn’t know what he’s do if he couldn’t locate the plushie again.

He began to rummage through every single one of his bags, drawers, baskets, sheets, anything to find where he lost the doll as he felt tears stinging in his eyes.

“Where…” He sniffled, swallowing thickly as he tore his room apart in the search, feeling his heart drop more each time he couldn’t find the plushie. He checked under the sheets, under the pillow, under the mattress. Yet, everything was turning of cold and he was getting more upset as time passed.

He slumped against the bed, shoulders hunched as he ran a hand down his face feeling defeated. He felt bad about having lost the heartfelt gift Mc gave him, and even more so since it brought comfort to him since the two of them were separated. He couldn’t dare to ask him to make him another, so he’d just have to find the one he lost.

“Hey, Sebek?” A knock on his door startled him, and he jolted up.

“Yes? What is it?” He steeled his voice, surprisingly good at hiding the wobble he was expecting to hear.

“You forgot your doll in Lilia’s quarters, he asked me to return it to you. Said something about how devastated you’d be without your boyfriend?” Sebek felt relief wash over him at Silver’s words and he promptly stood, casting a quick spell to hide the evidence of his despair.

Swiftly pulling the door open, and startling Silver, he nodded his head, grabbing the plushie from Silver’s hands, “Thank you!”

And the door was shut as quick as it was opened.

“Uh? You’re.. Welcome?”

When the two of them are together, the plushies are always side-by-side, holding hands.

“Welcome home, Sebek,” Mc embraced Sebek as he entered the door, feeling the way he melted in his grasp. He placed a kiss against Sebek’s cheek, before he buried his nose in his neck, breathing in his scent that he’d missed so much.

Sebek’s usual well-maintained hair was unkempt and falling in his face, much to his distaste, as he returned Mc’s embrace. He could feel Sebek’s exhaustion in the way he draped over him, holding him close and enveloping him in his warmth. The embrace lasted like that for a couple minutes, neither of them saying anything.

He eventually, begrudgingly, pulled away to reach into his bag and Mc watched as he pulled out the plushie he gifted him. He then walked into the bedroom, where Mc’s sat, and placed it next to it, red blossoming along his cheeks.

“I couldn’t keep them separated,” he turned away to hide his blush when he caught Mc gaze.

☽ final note | i hope this was enough, if you want me to go more in depth of sebek and his plushie i most certainly can 🫶

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nyxronomicon · 2 years

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Its 11 pm diavolo brain rot hour 😜

Imagine diavolo in heat but you are in the human world. He fucking misses you and haven’t seen you in weeks. He tried to jerk himself so many times but none of them ever brought him the release he needs. Hes frustrated, sweat on his forehead, hair sticking to his face, but he doesnt feel any satisfaction…. He just tried to jerk his dick the 12th tike today and its only 3 pm. He tried everything, your pictures, videos, letters, cloths, and none of it worked. He just cant cum.

At las he had enough and just took off into the human world. Its friday night when he busted his way through hell and broke out of earth’s crust. Fuck its hot. The air is 104 degrees and his heat is getting worse because if it. He vaguely remembers your description of your apartment…. Near the park…. 6 blocks Across the junction between some big shopping center and bar/grill place…

Mans is running wildly ok, people would be suspicious of him but its a friday night, bars and busy, and from the way hes stumbling to keep his dick from leaking all over it seems hes just a drunk dude tryna get home. Finally he reached your block and hes circling around it frantically to find which floor you’re on….

Hes looking, watching the cars going in and out the parking… bingo! He saw your figure in front of the open window! And fuck do you look hot, fresh from the shower, no bra, just a thin tank top. Do you know people can see that? Can humans even see that far up? Fuck it. No one care. He needs to get to you, and he cant just step into the elevator he cant wait. He needs you.

Mans is straight up climbing your apartment like a spider… but frantic. You are just chillin by the window, Netflix open, cool night breeze settling in and then—

“m-MCCCCCCC!! MC Please 😭💕😳!!!!!”

— why the fuck is Diabby hanging onto your window????? He look like he just ran a mile, he’s flustered, haggard breathing, dilated pupils, barely dragging himself inside. And then you look down and— oh. His 🍆🍆 . You think you know why he’s here.

What ever plans you had went out the window bc this man practically burrowed himself in your hug and smashed his lips into yours It might have bruised. Within seconds your flimsy PJs are torn off and his own clothing joins them on the floor. Tldr: yall did it in every position possible on every surface of you home. The sex was so intense both of yall were sore for days afterwards. Also you got 4 noise complaints and a police request to investigate “a strange man climbing a 12 story apartment”

ughhh yes yes yes!!!!

this gave me a delicious idea for a drabble friend~

NSFW 18+ content ahead, minors & ageless blogs will be blocked :)

tw: dildo mention, biting, GN reader

After a long day at work, you sighed, returning to your apartment. You thought about the Devildom. You didn’t really miss attending class or homework, but you missed the demon brothers, your friends at Purgatory Hall, Barbatos, and of course, Diavolo.

You’d be lying if you claimed your latest dildo purchase wasn’t just the closest thing you could find to Diavolo’s cock. You had been thinking about him a lot lately. In fact, the last few hours you spent working your mind was on him.

You wondered if he thought about you as often when you opened the door to your apartment. You’d barely walked in before someone slammed the door shut again and pinned you against it in a ferocious kiss. You knew the taste, the scent, and most importantly, the rock hard cock pressing against your thighs through layers of fabric. You couldn’t help moan into your demon lover’s kiss, pleased he wanted this enough to visit.

As his tongue swirled with yours, his hands wasted no time roaming your body, feeling you in all the right places. The places he missed oh so dearly.

“I’ve missed you.” He finally pulled away when you were sufficiently breathless.

“Diavolo...” Both of you were desperately trying to catch your breath. “What are you doing here?”

His face turned red. You could feel the heat yourself he was still so close. “I’m... in heat. I couldn’t stop myself.” He hungrily kissed your neck, sloppily dragging his lips against your skin. “I need you.” You felt his fangs press against your skin in a love bite.

“Mmh...” You arched your back. He knew how much you loved it when he bit you. “Can’t say no to that...” You forgot how well he knew your body. His fingers deftly toyed with your nipples as he kissed your neck. Your fingers tangled into his hair, holding him close.

Diavolo lifted your legs and you wrapped them around his waist. He kissed your lips as he urgently carried you to the sofa. He laid on top of you, already grinding himself against your sex, eager to enter you.

“It’s gonna be a long night...” Diavolo said in a husky tone, his hand sliding up your thigh.

#sorry for the abrupt stop my brain is not functional anymore #desperate needy boi diavolo so hot #god i want him to track me down and pin me against a wall he's so needy #having severe brainrot #thirsty gray #obey me diavolo

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papofglencoe · 2 years

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Bahahaha what do you think of the fact that Peeta never had this like ~moment~ where he got his full memory back and understood the truth all at once? I think 99.99 percent of readers loved the symbolism and tragic realism that he never did and had to piece by piece slowly recover himself but I’m like that .01 percent that is like … I love cliches, give me that like tragic fall to your knees moment where he sees the truth and lies so clearly.

Maybe it was Suzanne’s intent though that I would want that and it would never come. Like you kind of gotta keep people wanting 😭😭😭😭😭

I saw this late last night and couldn't sleep because I was so excited to write back (at a human hour lol). SO. So. Sososooooo...

Here's a novel! And screw hiding it under a cut.

SC gives you the cliche you're looking for, my friend. She really does. The trope is True Love's Kiss. She writes it as the suicide kiss.

Now, SC uses THG to convey a serious, and for her very personal, reality about PTSD: it makes you a different person. Frustratingly, maddeningly, horrifically, it alters you and the way you look at and experience the world in some irrevocable, fundamental ways. Some people will talk about curing it, but in my experience with it, there is no cure. There's just living with it, working around the beast of it, and that's the daily grind. I think SC saw that in her father too and clearly writes that being the case for Katniss and Peeta. They are never the same people they were in the beginning of the story (even though I'd say both start the story with trauma and perhaps PTSD from that). They never fully recover from their experiences in the Games and the revolution, and they always to have employ the therapeutic strategies they've discovered that work for each of them to power through their episodes, nightmares, and depression. So there's no panacea for the PTSD, and I just wanted to be clear about that so that no one misconstrues this true love's kiss cliche as frivolously claiming to cure something real for which there isn't a cure. That's the bittersweet part of Everlark's journey: they come together at the end as glued-together, reconstituted, patchwork people. Perfect in their imperfections, tbh.

But as far as Peeta understanding the truth goes... the suicide kiss is that cliched moment (he has even fallen to his knees for it). Ofc we don't get the narrative from Peeta's POV, just Katniss', but this is what she says about it:

"It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. 'Don't let him take you from me.'

Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. 'No. I don't want to...'

I clench his hands to the point of pain. 'Stay with me.'

His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. 'Always,' he murmurs."

(MJ, 314, emphasis mine)

Suzanne Collins is a Catholic, and so I am (or at least I was until adulthood). And what she wrote here is, in essence, an exorcism. Katniss is the Christ-Savior character of the story, Peeta her rock/Peter, and Katniss' kiss (and the truth behind its message/her love) is the power that compels the devil out of him. At the end of this moment, his vision has returned to normalcy (his new normal), and he swears to never forsake her. I'm secular af now, but this holds up even as True Love's Kiss, where the kiss from the true love cures the beloved of their curse.

If we had this scene from Peeta's POV, I think this would be the fulcrum, the pivot point where he realizes fully, not in bits and pieces, but fully, that not only is Katniss not his enemy, she's not just his teammate or ally or friend either. He realizes that she would rather die than go on without him- she puts her life in his hands, trusting him, begging him to stay with her, and she does it with a kiss. He could have killed her in this moment. He had tried before. She knows that, and she chooses to kiss him. Not for any cameras, not for anyone's benefit but his, and in front of the eyes of his alleged rival too. I think this is the moment he realizes she has real feelings for him, and that he does too.

They're in the middle of running a gauntlet, and he doesn't have time to reflect on the moment or let any realization sink in beyond muscle memory. But there is a reason he follows her to the City Circle, and there's a reason his eyes flit away like they always used to when she is escorted into the meeting of the surviving Victors. There's a reason he tells her he can't let go of her after she assassinates Coin, and there's a reason the first thing he does as soon as he is able to is return to her in D12. Imo there's no piecing together required of the truth that they love each other after the suicide kiss- there's no risk of him returning to believing she's a monster/mutt/bitch or anything remotely like that. They just need time to heal and recover and find some new sense of self before either of them acts on those feelings (which is in line with the whole celibate period any person in recovery is encouraged to go through so that their own mental/physical/spiritual house is in order).

I dunno. That's just what I think. And with this meta, my copy of MJ officially fell apart. lol

#meta #long post #thg #everlark #suicide kiss

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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Hellloo!!<3 I wanna participate if that’s okey? lol if so I chose 🌻 (I wanted the 3rd flower at first but I couldn’t find it 💀😭) anyway the last song I listened to was

Super stars by Yves Tumor ⭐️ they’re rlly great but kinda experimental but maybe ull like it:)

you can't find the rose? okay, i'll give you two characters love no problem :)

🌹: blocker

kuroo from ㅡsoulmates

"i love you." the three words came out to his mouth. your hand lets go of the bouquet to reach of his face. your fingers trail from the top of his head down to his jawline and your chest staggers between cries. your face nears his' as your lips find its way to his swollen ones. his eyes flutter close when you slowly inch your way to plant a kiss on his mouth. your lips gently touches with his', careful enough not to cause him pain. his lips are soft despite the cracks. it's your first time kissing him intimately. you draw back from the peck and lock eyes with him. his pupils are dilated and tears start to pool at the bottom of his eyelids. albeit, he keeps a smile.

"so, please." you swallow the lump in your throat and your finger grips tighter around his hand.

"stay with me."

🌻: setter

kageyama from ㅡtheir reaction to their s/o confessing

"the red string of fate. fate is the only thing we have." you manage to say bringing your eyes back to him. his face drained of color. he opens his mouth to say something but he fails the first time. he lets our an air, perplexity visible in his face.

"it really is you. y-you're," he stutters. "real." he continues.

you bring your hand up between the two of you. looking at him through the cracks of your fingers like the one you did when you two watched the sunset together by the beach but this time you can see his face clearly. his sharp eyes and high nose, the evident creases between his eyebrows, the crest of his cheeks, and his ears placed perfectly at the side of his face.

"and so are you." you say quietly. he smiles at you the same smile he does in dreamscape making chills rundown your spine.

he is real. it’s finally sinking in.

the song is unique to me! it isn't exactly my style but that's the thing i love about song requests, i get to listen to different genres :) thank you for the song babe and i hope you like kuroo and kageyama lol thanks for joining the event! ☆

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