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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 10 months

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Hello there. I've seen your blog for a while but I'm finally requesting. What about a male yuu who has the personality of someone who looked into the eyes of God and fist fought him? A yuu who will kick someone's ass for breathing the same air as him. Azul and Leona don't stand a chance.

Fighty yuu to Idia and Malleus- Oh dear. Oh dear, gorgeous

Fighty yuu to everyone else- You fuckin donkey. *beats them with a chair*

Fighty Yuu

Oh yeah I also made Yuu stupid strong for the memes. I did the first 3 dorms cause I ran outta ideas. He him pronouns used

Ever since you first arrived at NRC, you have given zero fucks. After all, having constant visions about coming to NRC combined with the fact that you were woken up in a mysterious world after being kidnapped had already got you on edge. What really set you off, however, was the fact that nearly everyone around you was an asshole.

No seriously, you can't even have a good relationship with someone at this school without people thinking you're weird. On top of that, there's one dorm dedicated to being "alpha males". It doesn't help that everyone's mentality here is kill or be killed and the strong should rule the weak.

It only makes sense for you to try and blend in, right?

You truly tried to pick your battles sparingly. Truly. After all, fighting everyone would be a waste of time and energy, and yet on the very first day here, you had already gotten into your first big fight.

Forced to go to some dumb cave all because a trio of dumbasses already soured your mood. On top of this, there was now some sort of monster in the mines you were now in that wants to kill you, and unlike those three idiots Deuce, Ace, and Grim, you will have nowhere to go if you get kicked outta NRC.

This is how your main friendship trio soon learned about your fighting skills and knew even better not to mess with you. They even tried joking about it with their other dorm members who just brushed it off as an exaggeration… oh how wrong they were

Heartstabyul

It took everything in you to not jump Riddle the second he started insulting you. He wasn't worth it. Not in the slightest, so when given the opportunity to finally get back at him, who were you not to take it?

"Everyone evacuate the dorm right now!" Trey yelled out, guiding dorm members out of the front with Crowley as everyone ran from cover. "What's happening?!" Grim shrieks as Riddle's visible veins start to become black, a shadowy figure looming behind him as he changes shape.

"Overblot! It's an overblot!" Cater yelps, pulling Ace and Deuce by their sleeves to guide them out. "How do we stop it?" Deuce asks as he fights against Cater's tug. "You aren't seriously thinking of fighting it are you?" Crowley practically demands. "No, I'm with Deuce, we have to save him!" Trey pleaded with the Headmage as Ace butted in. "Yeah! I'm not letting him off the hook that easy!" Cater stared at his dorm mates, closing his eyes before sighing loudly. "Oh fine! I'll guess help, cay cay?"

"Wait…" you paused, thinking for a moment. "If we knock him out we can save him," you asked, glancing over at Crowley as the wind swirls and blows harder. "Well yes essentially—" The headmage didn't get to finish his sentence.

"Yuu what the hell are you doing?!" Ace squawks as you immediately charge Riddle. You practically pummel into the dorm leader, making him stumble back before swinging, getting a few quick jabs on him. You didn't even register the insults he spewed at you as he began summoning spell after spell to fire at you, which you dodged by sliding and flipping over.

The group behind you immediately acts as support while trying to get you to calm down. The battle was over quickly, much more quickly if you decided to try Trey's plan. Once the blot left Riddle's body, Trey immediately got to his side to start healing up every single bruise on his body…

"Who has the shitty upbringing now?" "Really Yuu? Right now?" Grim glared at you. "I'm just saying!"

***

Not many dorm members were there to witness your aggression, everyone sort of just thought of it as a joke. You're magicless, right? There's no way you did that much! Yet little did they know you were just getting started.

The Unbirthday Party afterward was a pretty good success, and you did apologize to Riddle for going a little overboard. (The group with you now knows to never cross you) and was an overall pleasant experience… up until someone invites you to play croquet against them…

There were many casualties that day.

Savannaclaw

"Sorry, you can't play with us Yuu, you don't have magic shishishishi!" Ruggie cackled as you sat down on the bench. "Beat their asses for me you four" You nodded your head over at Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Jack who were now fighting for your honor, investigation be damned.

Watching the boys was depressing. The four were completely uncoordinated. Running into each other and fumbling the disk. Idiots. It was their own faults they were so competitive. Through all the running and the spells, you overheard some snide remarks from the other team. Them insulting you is disrespectful. Them dissing your boys is a violation.

Ruggie flicks the disk over to Leona, who is poised ready to catch it. Merely inches away from his casting range, you snag the disk. Almost amused, Leona smirks. "You realize you're only allowed to use magic to make the disk float, Scavenger." The smugness in his voice was beyond irritating.

To prove a point, you slammed the disk through the air, sending the disk flying across the field and into the scoring ground, creating a small crater. "I don't need magic." You sneer at the lion whose eyes were wide before he narrowed them. "Come on guys, we're wasting our time."

Walking off with your squad, you don't miss how all the all Savanaclaw students you played against, especially Ruggie, gawk as you guide your homies off. The whole way, Jack asking how the hell you did that.

"Oh hes just like that Jack, shoulda seen what he did to Riddle!" Grim beams as Jack makes a mental note not to cross you.

****

The overblot incident with Leona was solved within minutes. Leona got got.

Octavinelle

You would think that Floyd, who is surrounded by two of the most informed people on campus, would know not to mess with Yuu. Chances are, however, that even if he did know, he would have actively sought Yuu out to mess with him anyways.

Floyd smirked down at your usual trio. "Crabby… Mackerel… and Baby Seal, ehe..!" The eel chuckles, satisfied with the name he has created for your group. "And then you…" Floyd turns to you, standing there with your cafeteria tray. The eel interrupted you before you were even able to sit down.

You keep your blank and tired expression as the eel approaches you in an attempt to intimidate. "You're a weird one, huh, little prefect?" You take a step back from him, trying to create a comfortable distance between the two of you. "Floyd, don't be rude to the Ramshackle Prefect now, that's unprofessional." His brother Jade gives his usual sadistic smirk as he places his hand on his chest politely, standing next to his brother.

"Aww but Jade! I'm just trying to give 'em a name… mmm…" You took another step back. "Hehe, the way your backing up reminds me of a lil shrimp!" Floyd laughs to himself. "I think I'm gonna call you Little Shrimpy hehe!"

"Um… OK... can I go eat now dudes? I have class after this…" A mischievous glint appeared in Floyd's eyes as his grin started to show his sharp rows of teeth. "Aww little Shrimpy is trying to be tough! How cute~"

"Don't call me that." "Oya? What's that?" Jade asked, his eyes narrowing at you as he smirks. "I said stop calling me that." Jade glances over at Floyd who absolutely beams. "Oh yeah, whatcha gonna do about little shrimpy?" You gripped your cafeteria tray tighter.

The twins looked at each other, chuckling, thinking you wouldn't do anything. Floyd leans in, voice dropping lower. "Well?" And like that, you slammed your tray into the side of Floyd's head.

The entire cafeteria turned to watch as you grab onto Floyd's hair and hit his head on the cafeteria tables and dragging him across the whole thing sending food trays flying in the air. The second Floyd got back his bearing he immediately started to kick and swing. You admit he did hit you pretty good a few times.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you continued to swing at him. The people in the cafeteria cheered at the sight, many chanting fight over and over. Every time Jade tried to step in both you and Floyd pushed him away.

It took a good amount of staff and your friends to separate the two of you. Even Azul had to hold back Floyd as he snarled fiercely, thrashing in an attempt to get at you. You ended up pulling out some of his hair as you both were forced away, he nearly lost his entire black locks of hair.

The Octavinelle trio will have to keep your personality in mind when it comes to future negotiations… Azul must make sure that his right-hand men stay by him when it comes to it…

Also congratulations! You unlocked a sparring partner!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #grim x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #cater diamond x reader #trey clover x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #wendellicious

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mangekyuou · 4 months

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Hi Zuko, how are you? I Just read you write poly, so may I ask a Benn + female reader + Shanks, nsfw please? Thank you

★ GUESS WHO! shanks + beckman ★

── pairing. shanks x f!reader x beckman.

── summary. shanks and beckman have the lovely idea of playing a fun little game of guess who in the bedroom. this time, with a blindfold.

── cw(s). nsfw. pwp. afab!reader. she/her pronouns used. sub!reader. oral. ( f receiving ) blindfold. overstimulation. piv. unprotected sex. mating press. manhandling. ( kinda sorta ) shanks calls the reader “gorgeous”, “pretty girl”, “beautiful”. beckman calls the reader “darlin”. not proofread. MINORS DNI.

── wc. 1.6k.

── notepad. i’ve been trying to write this for SO long it’s almost ridiculous. it went through so many changes until i FINALLY got the inspiration randomly in the middle of the night on a thursday🗿🗿im so sorry this took SO LONG. also further spreading my southerner beckman propaganda muahahaha

“all i’m saying is, i find it a bit unfair that i’m the only one that can’t see,” you muttered, as your fingertips tugged at the satin black blindfold covering your eyes. large, rugged hands gently wrapped themselves around your wrists, guiding your curious hands up to the pair of soft familiar lips of the greying gunslinger who was behind you.

though you could not see him, you focused on how gently and loving, beckman kissed your hands. just that quick almost forgetting there was another person here with you. another hand found your bare thighs, making you jolt and close your legs in surprise, goosebumps covered your skin.

your redheaded captain’s voice reached your ears, “because if you could see the game would be ruined.”

“what game? what did you talk beckman into?” you questioned, earning a light chuckle from the gunslinger behind you. he let your hands fall to your sides, kissing from your shoulder up to the base of your neck, as his hands moved to fiddle with the loose tie of your silk robe.

“i’ll have you know, for once this was his idea,” shanks clarified, prying your thighs part, catching a glimpse of your panties hidden underneath your robe. “we wanted to play a little game of guess who. we’ll ask you who’s pleasing you, and you will just have to guess. if you answer correctly, you get a reward. if you answer incorrectly…well…” he trailed off, as both he and beckman stopped touching you all together. you couldn’t hold the desperate whine that fell from your lips, your body fidgeting in between beckman’s thighs, where you sat on the edge of the king-sized bed you all shared, needed to feel them touch you again.

you didn’t even have to see them to know that both of your boyfriends were smirking down at you.

“because we love ya, we’ll start very easy.” beckman began, wrapping his strong arms back around your body and finally undoing your robe tie, opening to reveal your burning body underneath a matching set that left little to the imagination. his breath was hot against the shell of your ear, “is that okay with you, darlin?”

you eagerly nod your head at his words. you could hear your boyfriends lightly tsk, making you pout. you knew better than that.

shanks moved closer, taking your chin into his hand, guiding your pretty little head to where he was, “use your words, gorgeous.”

“yes, i want this. i want both of you,” you breathed out.

“much better, pretty girl,” he smiled, leaning crash his lips into yours in a sloppy kiss that he‘s been waiting to give you since he saw you walk out of the bathroom in this damn little robe that didn’t even cover your ass. just as fast as the kiss came, it was gone, as he pulled away from your lips with a laugh. it felt like a damn punishment, “now pretty girl, who was that?”

“you, shanks.”

“easy guess,” he teased. using the space between your legs, he carefully got onto his knees on the floor in front of him. if you could only see him.

beckman moved his rough hands up your hot skin, bringing his hand up your face, turning your face to him for a kiss. his kiss couldn’t be any more different than shanks. not hungry and rough, but passionate and soft. they must have mistaken you for dumb if they didn’t know you already could tell who is who by their kiss and the taste of their lips. it wasn’t hard to tell the difference between cheap beer and cigarette smoke and that sweet bourbon you got him for his birthday.

beckman spoiled you a little, giving you a longer kiss before eventually pulling away. he was always sweet on you. “and who was that?” he said, his lips practically ghosting on top of yours.

“you, beckman.”

“atta girl.”

“this is easy. i got this.”

this was easy, far too easy. you could do this with your eyes closed, well, blindfolded. you had known the both of them like the back of your hand. so just how bad could it get?

how bad could it possibly be, with your matching set discarded somewhere on the floor and your naked body sprawled on the bed and your shaking legs struggling to stay wide open, threatening to close around just whoever’s head was finger fucking and eating out your pussy like a starved man with no shame, making a mess of you. all while the other, alternated between sucking and kneading your tits and swallowing your moans into their mouth.

you couldn’t tell who was who, too dazed and fucked out from your previous orgasms for a name to spill from your swollen lips, as you take what is given to you.

he flicks his tongue over your puffy clit, before sucking roughly on your bundle of nerves, pumping his thick digits in and out of your pussy at an unforgiving pace. that band in the pit of your stomach was stretching thin, threatening to burst, for the second time tonight, maybe it was the third, you weren’t sure.

if ‘no touching’ weren’t one of the rules of the game, your fingers would be pulling at the hair of the bastard who was making you feel so fucking good. instead, you grip the sheets, as you reach your orgasm, thrashing against the hold of the other fucker who was holding you down.

“who just made you cum, sweetheart?”

coming down from your high, you had nearly forgotten about the game. you aren’t even sure whose voice you were listening to. you try to think real hard “…s-shanks?” your shaky voice whispered.

that ill-fated tsk coming from beside you, “wrong again. what happened to that confidence from earlier? i thought you had this,” shanks teased. he helped sit you up, leaning your back against his bare chest, as he used the headboard to support himself. he rested his chin on the top of your head. “poor beck, working so hard to pleasure you and you still guessed wrong. i think you should make it up to him, don’t you think so too?”

“yes! i want to! please…let me make it up to him.”

“look at that, where did this eagerness come from?” it was beckman’s turn to tease you. this was a side of him you had yet to see, a side you were enjoying.

as you try to catch your breath, you don’t even hear the whisper exchange between your boyfriends. you can only make out shanks giggling under his breath and beckman removing himself from your legs and the bed altogether. the redhead massaged gentle circles in the small of your back.

oh, how you yearned to see them, even for just a second. finally, you heard beckman rid himself of his pants, freeing his cock from its restraint and you felt the bed dip again.

beckman’s rough hands grip your hips, pulling you almost out of shanks’s lap, leaving your head resting on his thigh. he laid you on your back. before you could even spread your legs, he forces them up, pressing your knees up to your chest further than you even knew they could go before stuffing your sopping, greedy cunt full with his cock inch by inch. as he bottoms out, he lets out a low groan of “fuck”.

“oh baby, he just slid right in, fuck,” shanks breathed out, letting his fingers graze the side of your face as he hovered over you, admiring your fucked out expressions and pretty mewls as if they were the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.

beckman began to move, his slow thrusts gradually picked up speed, as he found a rough pace, drilling you into the mattress. shanks was hard as a rock watching as he pitched in a strong hand to help keep one of your quivering legs up to your chest. the way your pussy swallows beckman’s cock over and over again, leaving a thick creamy white ring at the base. the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, each one greater than the last one, leaving you babbling incoherently. it's

“that’s it, beautiful. you’re taking him so well,” shanks praised, making your pussy flutter around beckman’s cock. the gunslinger let out a low grunt, before grinning, “oh, she loved that.”

to hell with not touching. one of your arms was wrapped around beckman’s neck, as was intertwined with shanks’ hand as you reached your high, giving them your third orgasm of the night. or was it the fourth? “that’s it, let go, gorgeous.”

beckman followed behind you, filling your pussy to the brim with his cum. he slowly slid out of you, gently bringing your legs back down to the mattress, not before making sure to plant sweet kisses on your bruised thighs and ankles from where he held a bit too tight.

still lost in your pleasure, you hadn’t even processed that they had traded places, beckman was once again behind you while shanks had settled himself in between your legs. beckman removed your blindfold, allowing you to finally see.

shanks surprises you with the first stride up your folds, causing you to shutter in overstimulation. “too much,” you stutter, hazily watching as the redhead cleaned you up with his tongue, humming in delight against your leaking cunt. for only a moment you swear you could feel him smirk against you.

“how honey, we’re just getting started. besides you still have to make up for all of your wrong guesses.”

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denpa-dere · 24 days

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house arrest 5

afab!mc x belphie

description: NSFW. You are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? Belpharoo to the rescue!

warnings: breeding kink with talk scents/scenting, afab reader with she/her pronouns. dom/sub dynamics. Spoilers: choking.

tags: @love-and-fiction

|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) ||

What you needed was a distraction.

Belphie figured he could make that happen. He shot off a quick text letting you know to count to five, then book it. At the top of the stairs, he swooned.

It wasn't so bad. Half-consciousness allowed his body to fall limp enough to absorb the blows without taking too much damage. The scene proved dramatic, having the others at his side within moments.

He couldn't possibly go to RAD in this state. Please, Lucifer, have mercy? Let him stay home just this once to recuperate?

Despite leery side-eyes and a few biting comments mumbled under-breath, the baby of the family got his way. No funny business, he promised. He needed to rest.

He promised.

Lucifer stalked off, sure to chew a hole through the inside of his cheek all the way to school.

Puffed up on his victory, Belphegor practically skipped his way to your room.

___

“Ah, Belphie!” You greeted the seventh-born, “Thank you for covering for me.”

He closed the door behind him, “It wasn't easy. It hurt, actually. And you owe me.”

“I do,” You soothed, meeting him across the room. You gingerly cupped his face in your hands, “Don't think I forgot.”

He leaned into your touch and sighed, smiling dreamily up at you.

“Anything you want,” You breathed, taken in by dark doe eyes rimmed with deep purple.

He reached for your hand, dragging it across his cool flesh, coming to rest at the base of his throat. He cocked his head to the side and hummed, hoping you understood.

With trembling fingers, you slid your hands around to guide him by the neck into a firm kiss. He melted under your touch, allowing himself to be pulled with you; to collapse onto the bed, a heap of tangled limbs.

Belphie sighed your name as you nipped down his neck, featherlight touch drifting to his waist. You ghosted your thumbs over his hip bones, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake.

“Oh I adore you,” you murmured against his forehead. You threaded a hand through his hair, gripping firmly at the roots. He whined at the pressure, tilting his head up, giving you access to the column of his throat. You sucked strawberry marks onto his milky skin, earning pretty whimpers to savor later in your memory.

Despite having the strength to snap you like a toothpick, Belphegor was something of a princess. A romantic at heart, he wanted nothing more than for you to choose him, over and over again. He bit his lip to stifle the sweet sounds threatening to spill from between them.

“Please,” He whined, “Stop teasing me.”

You had half a mind to put him in his place for even asking.

“Get your cock out,” You said, voice just breaking a whisper. His pupils dilated, fingers hooking in the waistband of his pants, shimmying the fabric down around his hips. He throbbed against your clothed body, already needy and leaking from his rosy tip.

You gracelessly shoved off your bottoms while he reached for you, desperate to melt together. You were going easy on him and he was losing his patience. Didn't you love him? Didn't you want to make him yours? Instead of voicing those thoughts, he nipped at your wrists, your hands planted on either side of his head.

“Behave,” You ordered, trying to hide your amusement. You never were good at that sort of thing.

You smelled so fucking good. Belphie had been safely sequestered away, content to sleep away this troublesome week. That was, until Beel had burst into their shared room carrying a bundle of your limp form, inoculating him with your heady scent. Ever since, the seventh-born’s dreams had been haunted by thoughts of you, you, and only you. It was humiliating– waking from naps with sticky sheets, a pillow clenched between his legs, his twin shooting him a piteous look that read: ‘I'm sorry. I should have shared.’

It was enough to drive a man mad.

You slipped a hand between your bodies, taking him in your warm grasp. A shiver rolled up his spine when your fingers curled around his length, coaxing a soft groan from the demon. He rocked his hips against you, smearing precum across your stomach in search of friction.

You raised up enough to angle his cock against your sex, slick from his adorable, needy display. You held him there, twitching against your slit, and waited.

“Please.”

There it was.

“Good boy,” Your praise shifted into a moan as you lowered down onto him. The stretch of your velvety walls had his eyes rolling back. Belphie groped at your thighs, your ass, your hips, eventually settling at your waist. Unable to hold himself back anymore, he set in at a feverish pace. He chewed his lip while he fucked you, hissing curses punctuated with high pitched moans.

You were starting to feel, maybe, just a little bit powerful.

You wrapped your hands around his throat and squeezed.

Belphegor thrashed beneath you, eyes wild, and came harder than he ever had in his long, long life.

___

Clutched against a content, sleeping Belphie, you were faced with a new problem.

How were you supposed to get him out?

Before you could figure it out, your bedroom door clicked open.

#obey me smut #obey me fanfic #obey me x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x reader #x reader #love & fiction ✦

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sandinthemachine · 1 year

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Payback is a bitch

König x Ghost x Reader, follow up to this request, with König getting Simon back this time

Words: ~2835

Warnings/tags: very 18+ mdni, afab reader they/them pronouns, spitroasting, rough sex, hehe let's torture two doms by pitting them against each other, König and reader are the very definition of fuck around and find out, everyone softens at the end

dedicated to @itsagrimm for how excited you got for the first one, hope this part's a worthy successor :)

First person to read this at my funeral gets my life savings

“Fuck,” you gasp, your head falling forward onto Simon’s lap. You’re on your hands and knees with König behind you, slowly sinking into you.

And in front of you kneels Simon, hands soothing over your face and shoulders. “You’re doing well,” he murmurs, and you look up at him, his palms immediately finding your cheeks as he kisses your forehead.

König’s hands run up your sides before settling against your hips again. “You alright?”

You nod, rocking your hips back into him, and he sighs, sinking in a little further, eyes partially closing. “You feel so good.”

You preen at the praise, letting him tilt your hips to a better angle as he pushes in even more, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside you and drawing a stuttering sound from your lips as he bottoms out, leaving you grabbing Simon’s thighs to ground yourself.

Simon groans, and you look down to see him straining against the boxers he still has on. But his thumbs tilt your chin back up towards his face, a hand smoothing over your hair. “You look lovely taking him like that, darling.”

You smile, only to whimper as König grinds against you.

“Easy, big guy,” Simon warns.

“Sorry.” König leans down to kiss your shoulder. “Got distracted.”

You and Simon can’t help but chuckle at that.

You gradually get your breathing under control, feeling yourself slowly relax as both men gently stroke your body, and you find your gaze traveling downwards again. “Simon,” you whisper.

He grunts at you. “You want it that bad, huh?”

“Yes,” you breathe, running your hands up to his waistband. Soon his much bigger hands move to cover yours, helping you drag his boxers down and free him as he huffs above you. You grin, leaning forward to lick him.

“Wait.”

You and Simon turn back to König, who leans over you, slowly running a palm up your spine. You shiver, arching your back and gasping as you feel his fingers tangle in your hair. He pulls your head back to whisper in your ear. “Would you let me?”

Your breathing is picking up, and you feel excitement beginning to coil in your gut. “Yes.”

“And you?” König turns to Simon with a devious smile.

Simon feels his cock jump at the look in König’s eyes and nods, leaning back on his hands.

König’s grip tightens ever so slightly in your hair, his hips pushing into your ass as his hand pushes you forward. Simon lifts himself up close enough and you stick your tongue out, letting König guide your head to lick over Simon’s slit. Simon huffs a breath, arching his hips further, but König pulls you back, a gasp falling from your lips. You clench around him involuntarily, pulling a moan from him.

“Fuck, was that too hard?”

Your heart is beating against your ribcage, and you feel yourself getting even wetter. “No,” you breathe, wiggling against him.

“Good.” König rubs a hand up and down your waist, gently squeezing it, and you still again, letting him lower your head down until your lips close around Simon’s tip.

You hum, your lips vibrating against his velvety skin as you suck gently, swirling your tongue around before König’s hand presses you further down. You swallow, feeling Simon’s cock jump, bumping against the roof of your mouth as König pulls you backwards again. You have just enough time to take a quick breath before he pushes your head forward again, not stopping until Simon hits the back of your throat. You feel Simon’s cock shake with his stuttering breath before König yanks you off again, ripping a swear from Simon’s throat as he slams a palm into the ground.

You whine, licking your lips and clenching again. “König, please.”

His other arm snakes under your stomach, hand pressing against your sternum to hoist you backwards against his chest. “Shh,” he soothes, placing a kiss on your temple before pressing his face against you, lips hovering over your ear.

“König, I want-”

“I know. And you’re being so good.” He grinds against you, relishing the sweet sound that falls from your lips. “I want to let you. I do.” His head turns, eyes hardening as they fixate on Simon, voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “But Simon hasn’t been good. Has he?”

Simon’s fists clench at that, the veins in his forearms bulging as he tries to bring himself under control, to hold himself still with König looking at him like that. Like he could devour him whole without a second thought.

You haven’t answered, and König’s fingers travel upwards, ghosting over the column of your throat to hold your jaw, turning your face down to Simon’s. “Has he?” he breathes, barely audible.

“No.”

“No.” König sighs, shaking his head. “So if you want it, you’ll have to convince him.” He snarls the last part before his voice shifts again, sickly sweet as his fingers tighten. “Can you do that for me?”

You chew your lip, trying to nod, but he still holds your head firmly in place. “I…I can.”

“Good,” he coos, brushing his lips along your jaw. “I’d hate for him to miss out.” His hand frees itself from your hair to snake down, playing with your clit.

“Fucking hell,” Simon growls, seeing the muscles in your abdomen clench. He grabs his own cock, only for König’s head to whip forward, fixing him with a glare until he slowly pulls his hand away, heaving an enraged breath.

“Simon,” you soothe. “You know what to say.”

A rolling chuckle shakes König’s chest, setting your body trembling as his mouth drags down your neck. “I don’t know if he does, sweetheart. Maybe…you need to remind him.” His teeth sink in above your collarbone just as his finger presses harder into your bud, and you gulp back a sound.

The fingers around your jaw slide upwards, hooking around your lips to pull your mouth open just as his other hand moves to grasp your hip, holding you in place as he pulls out. A squeal leaves your mouth before you can stop it.

“Much better,” he praises. “Now, what do you say?”

You swallow as he releases your mouth, tracing a gentle circle on your chin. “König. Please.”

His hips jerk, slamming into you and forcing a scream from your lungs. His arm drops from your front, and you drop onto your forearms, feeling König’s weight press against your back an instant later. You tilt your head up, wide eyes staring at Simon again, taking in his heaving chest and steely gaze. He’s leaned even further back now, knuckles bleached white as his fingers grip onto the floor and the muscles in his neck flex and roil. You tremble a bit, wondering if König really thinks he can outlast Simon’s iron will.

As if in answer to your thought a haughty laugh escapes the man above you and he presses you further into the ground, craning his neck over you to lick a teasing stripe up Simon’s cock.

“FUCK!” Simon roars, thrusting his hips forward, but König is faster, whipping his head away and dragging you backwards.

“König.” The sound is much deeper than any sound you’ve heard Simon make before, the kind of growl that thunders out of his chest only to get caught in your own throat. You clench at it, dark anticipation roiling in your stomach as your whole body shakes.

And König isn’t budging. At Simon’s outburst a too-wide grin splits his face, eyes meeting the narrowed glare with ease. He thrusts into you again, watching Simon’s teeth sink into his lower lip.

König tilts his head at that, eyes roaming shamelessly down Simon’s face and body, drifting to his painfully engorged cock. “What’s the matter, big guy? You don’t like that?”

Simon growls, ripping his gaze away and fixing it on the wall.

“Eyes on me, soldier,” König orders, voice sing-song and mocking in a way that has every fiber of Simon’s being urging him to pull König off you and pin him to the ground himself. But he doesn’t. He lets König play his game, feeling the man’s cocky satisfaction send more traitorous thoughts straight to his already excruciating member.

Slowly he drags his gaze back to the pair of you, gulping at the rough way König’s hips roll into you, at the way you writhe on the ground, pinned beneath his huge form. He stares at König’s shoulders, his biceps, his forearms, hypnotized by the flexing ripples of muscle as he pulls you into him over and over again.

Your eyes seek out Simon’s face, and you whine at the crimson beading on his lips. “Simon,” you plead breathily.

His eyes widen, taking in the delicate ‘o’ of your pretty mouth, the glimmering moisture gathering in your eyes as you struggle to pull yourself back together, to focus on him.

König notices too, slowing down as his fingers reach forward to brush your hair off your face. You lean into his touch, and Simon relaxes slightly, releasing his lip. You try to lean towards him, and he finds himself leaning forward again, eyes burning into yours.

And then he pauses, looking up to König once more. His eyebrows knit together slightly, but König’s expression is already morphing. One of his hands is already reaching forward, cradling the back of Simon’s head and guiding him into a feather-light kiss. He pulls back, tongue darting out to taste the smear of red left on his own lips before he pulls Simon in again, tracing his tongue along the split skin as his fingers massage into Simon’s hair.

Both men sigh, melting above you as they move closer.

You can’t help it. With a devious lick of your lips you take advantage of their distraction, stretching forward to take Simon into your mouth.

He hisses, the two men ripping apart to look down at you, König grinning. Simon inhales as your tongue swirls, hand snatching your head to shove you onto him, releasing the shaking breath when he hits the back of your throat, pulling a muted moan from you.

He pulls out, his hands engulfing your head and neck, forcing it into a better angle for him to slam into you again, deeper. You sob, spluttering around him.

He moves backwards again, a depraved sound shaking his throat. “Fuck,” he pants. “Just…just fucking…slap my leg if it gets too much.”

You nod, opening your jaw wider as you look up at him through tear-stained lashes. He’s gentler this time as he guides you forward, sliding down your throat as your jaw begins to burn. A mewl gets trapped in your chest, and he pulls back out, letting you heave a breath.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your entire body heaving as you gulp in air, your pussy throbbing around König’s unmoving cock. “Just…keep fucking me already.”

König’s long fingers dig into your skin. “Careful, sweetheart. I don’t know if you can take much more.”

You twist your neck around, glaring at his smug face before you smirk. “You haven’t impressed me yet.”

König snickers, looking back to Simon. “Well, big guy? Are we taking them up on that challenge?”

Simon’s mouth twists upwards in a wicked mockery of a grin. “Gladly.”

His fingers grasp your jaw again, prying it open as wide as it can go before he slides in. König’s hips press into you, pushing you forward, forcing you to take Simon deeper than you ever have before. And just as sparks dance across your vision they pull back, just barely enough for you to take a deep breath before Simon’s down your throat again.

König matches his pace almost lazily, hands easily locking you in place as he rolls in and out of you, moaning as you tighten around him each time. His eyes roam up your body before they take in Simon’s hands, engulfing your head. A whimper escapes him as he watches Simon’s abdomen clench with each unforgiving thrust into your mouth. He follows the curves of muscle upwards to…

Simon’s staring right at him. His eyes are hooded and shadowed, and König finds his mouth falling open at the sight. Simon’s gaze drifts downwards as he leans in, König losing himself in those eyes, stilling.

Simon’s patience snaps. An arm shoots forward, fingers tangling in König’s hair to yank him into a bruising kiss above you. König’s moan is loud, teeth sinking into Simon’s bruised lips as his hips drive forward, shoving you further onto Simon’s cock as they tangle above you, each hitting the deepest parts in you.

Everything in your abdomen tightens mercilessly, a brutal shaking overtaking your body. You try to cry, try to warn them around the cock in your mouth, but it’s your spasming that has them finally pulling back.

You splutter, tear-stained eyes imploring Simon as you try to break free, but he snatches your hair, dragging you back onto him. “No, love,” he heaves, baring his teeth as your throat tightens around him. “You’re…going to cum…with my cock down your tight little throat.”

You muster an obedient whine, König whimpering behind you as you clench tighter around him. In one final thrust your body explodes, choking as your hands fly around the slippery floor. König’s arms wrap around you quickly, Simon grabbing your shoulders before you fall onto the floor or hurt yourself thrashing.

A pained groan leaves Simon’s throat before he’s shooting down yours, warm salt hitting your mouth, dribbling right back out as you cough before he’s pulling out, letting you finally breathe.

König presses against you again, pinning you to his stomach as he pounds into you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before he too is spilling inside of you with muffled groans.

As soon as his arms unwrap from you your body flops to the ground, your head only saved by Simon’s palm quickly sliding under it.

“Easy, easy,” Simon is soothing as König pulls back, panting, helping to roll you over on your back. You ragdoll completely, mouth still partially open as you let them manhandle you. You feel messy everywhere. Simon’s spend is all over your mouth and chin, and König’s is already falling out to coat your thighs.

A hand is on your cheek now, tilting your face to the side. Your eyes focus just slightly, enough to make out König stretching out next to you. His eyes wander your flushed face before he leans over, a warm tongue laving up your chin. Slowly he licks Simon’s seed off your face, placing gentle kisses on the corner of your lips.

“Sweetheart?” he murmurs as his hand engulfs the side of your face. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head.

“How do you feel?”

“Sticky.”

A shuffle sounds behind you, and you twist to watch Simon easing himself onto his back on your other side. “Here, let me help.”

You smile, pushing yourself up on your hands as each of your shoulders pop in unison.

“Someone’s getting old.”

“Hey, you’re older than me!”

Simon only chuckles. “König, help the elderly.”

“I’m going to suffocate you,” you scoff as König scoops you up, lowering you onto Simon’s face.

“A good way to die.”

You shake your head at König, watching the little smile spread across his face. He’s still holding your torso up against him, and you lean in to press your lips together, only to squeal as Simon’s hands wrap around you, pulling you down onto him. You lose balance, your nose colliding with König’s cheek. You pull back quickly, biting your lip. Both of you immediately giggle.

“What’s so funny up there?”

“Nothing.”

Simon bites your inner thigh, causing you to gasp before he releases you, kissing the spot. Your eyes drift closed, feeling König’s lips place delicate kisses along your cheekbone.

Simon drags his tongue along the mess of your thigh, groaning loudly. “You taste fucking good, big guy. Both of you do.”

König smiles against your skin, reaching a hand down to tangle into Simon’s hair. Simon’s head tilts back into König’s touch, tongue running up your slit.

You shiver, jerking away. “Ok, that’s good.”

König’s arms tighten around you again, easily lifting you so Simon can sit up. You snuggle into König’s front as Simon presses into your back, kissing the mark König left against your shoulder before laying his head there, wrapping his arms around you both. König rests his chin on Simon’s head, running a hand over the nape of his neck while his other hand settles on your thigh. You sigh contentedly, letting your eyes drift closed.

It’s not far to the bedroom, of course. Not far to a comfy bed plenty big for all three of you. But going there would mean breaking this moment, a moment not one of you is ready to leave. So you all stay here, overheating on the cold floor as you each tangle around each other.

#lemme know if you guys want a taglist for these things #könig #könig x reader #könig x ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #these people have too many names ffs #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost fanfiction #cod mwii #cod mw2

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chibsandchill · 3 months

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The peasant dances in the pale moonlight

Pairing: Oliver Quick x Catton!AFAB!Reader (uses she/her pronouns)

Fandom: Saltburn

Warnings: Oliver, Grammatical and spelling errors, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, non-con voyeurism, degradation & humiliation, thoughts of death, Oliver needs a therapist ASAP,

Summary: You seem to have moved on from what happened the night before, but Oliver’s left craving more.

Masterlist

Previous part (Can technically be read as a stand-alone)

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Life on Saltburn moved on as it always had, but Oliver felt as though he was forever changed. How could he not when he had felt what it was like to be part of them, pure and unadulterated bliss brought about by being so wholly consumed. You had chipped away at pieces of him until his very core was laid bare but not even then did your hand stay. With each caress you showed him what to be, how to act, and he devoured every inch of attention. You had given him a finger,

but he had taken the whole hand.

It was not only his core that was revealed in the pale moonlight. Underneath those designer clothes and the easy smiles both you and Felix shared, there was a particular brand of cruelty. A certain sharpness to his words as you degraded him. It wasn’t about pleasure,

not really.

It was about dominance,

humiliation,

and he longed to feel it again.

He found release like he had never before under the cruel ministrations of your fingers, euphoria as you whispered filthy, demeaning things in his ear with the same ease and familiarity as one would a pet name.

Now his eyes sought you out from the shadows of the estate, eager to catch even a glimpse of that hidden part of you. Was it just him that you had shown it to? He held himself a bit taller at the thought.

“Morning, Ol.” Felix slid into the seat next to him at the table.

He instantly felt warmer.

“Morning.” He ducked his head.

Could he see the mark you left on him?

He wasn’t just Felix’s anymore, just like the Earth belonged to both the sun and the moon, he sought to be warmed by Felix by day and be guided by you at night. You pulled and pushed and prodded at him until he bent under the weight of your touch.

“Sleep well?” He raised a brow. “You’re a bit,” Felix gestures to his face, “red.”

Oliver cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks. You?”

Felix shrugged his shoulders. “Couldn’t find my hairbrush. Venetia must have nicked it.”

The brush.

“Must have.”

Images of how you had pushed it into him until he spilled himself into your hand played every time he closed his eyes. The noises rang in his ears even as Venetia and Felix’s banter started back up. Oliver shifted in his seat, feeling his cock stirring in his trousers. He hid the brush in his room and sometimes it would catch his eyes and he would be transported back to that moment in the tub.

He hoped Duncan wouldn’t find it.

If that be his only memory of that night then so be it.

It wouldn’t be,

couldn’t be.

You had given him a taste of belonging, of how it felt to be seen by something, someone, greater. It would be cruel, cruel even for a family of vultures, to open the door just a sliver only to slam it in his face when a speck of that warmth touched him. A man dying of thirst would drown himself in his desperation to drink,

and Oliver was parched.

“Morning.” Farleigh slumped down in a chair next to Venetia.

The Start boy nodded his head in thanks as Duncan placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. It shouldn’t have surprised Oliver that he took it black, as bitter a person as Farleigh was, but he’d imagined that a posh boy such as he would have milk or sugar, or sweetener to curb the bitterness. Rich people could afford to buy the finest coffee and add all kinds of things to chase away the taste.

There’s a glint in his eye that sat wrong with Oliver. Did Farleigh see them? Did he know?

A familiar sense of desperation blooms in his chest. It stings.

Farleigh couldn’t know. He just couldn’t. How could he? His room was nowhere near Felix and his. Had Felix overheard them? Oliver knew he hadn’t been silent, but surely the walls were thick enough to drown it out. Wouldn’t you have told him if he got too loud? What if you had gone straight to Felix after and told him what happened. What then? No more Felix, Oliver imagined. He’d be banished back into the darkness. Thrown out like yesterday’s newspaper, discarded and used, and he’d have to go crawling back to Michael.

Maybe he’d be even less than Michael then. Who would want to hang out with the person who got fucked by a hairbrush by his best friend’s twin sister while drinking his bathwater.

A social outcast. Worse than before.

He couldn’t go back to not having someone to speak to, to vent to and to marvel over. Tearing a lung out would be less painful than having to go back to staring at Felix from across the library, or catch a glimpse of him walking past his dorm window with the rest of his mates.

Or maybe Farleigh was just a smug cunt. A shit-stirrer.

Oliver spent the rest of breakfast waiting for you.

But you never came.

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No one seemed to question where you’d gone.

No one except him.

Didn’t they care? Didn’t Felix?

“She does this all the time.” Felix had said when Oliver finally asked over the brim of his cup of exotic tea. The floral undertones and fruity aftertaste was as foreign to him as the silk that brushed against his chest, and the underwear that sat a bit too loosely to truly be considered comfortable.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit… strange?”

“Nah.” Felix snorted. His own cup stood forgotten on the garden table. “She’s probably in the library. Last I heard she found a new exciting book about some murdered knight from the 1200s.”

Oliver let his head fall to the side. Felix looked particularly handsome from that angle, he found. The sun lit up his face in delicious golden tones and cast shadows along toned muscles.

“Fun.”

Felix hummed around the base of his ciggy before he threw it over his shoulder. No doubt a maid or something waited behind the hedge and had already picked it up before it could ruin the precious lawn. Oliver wanted to chase after it, to chase the traces of Felix on it. He’d inhale and inhale until his lungs turned black but Felix would be on his lips and death would be a small price.

Did you smoke?

Oliver didn’t see you as someone who smoked. Your room didn’t smell of it, or your clothes. Your pillow smelled of your expensive perfume – the one you shared with Venetia – and Oliver knew how cigarette smoke lingered. First time in Felix’s dorm he had a coughing fit, had almost drowned in it when he laid on his bed, but it had been worth it because Felix patted him on the back, fingers lingering by the nape of his neck.

His mind wandered to the library.

Felix didn’t like reading. Not like you anyways. What was it in the library that caught your eyes so? Oliver was right here, did you not feel the longing as he did? Like a chord strung so tightly he couldn’t breathe without feeling it strain against him. There must be something.

Were you fucking Duncan?

Is that why the butler lingered outside the door, lapping at your heels like a man possessed? That glint in his eye when he caught sight of you… Oliver knew it well.

“There she is!” Felix whooped as you rounded the corner. “Ollie was asking about you.”

Your face is blank as you look at him, the warmth you looked at Felix with drained away. “Was he now?”

“Join us.”

“Oh, fine. Just for a while, though, I need to check on the roses. Mum’s gardener forgot to water them again.” You sit down on the edge of Felix’s chair, head lolling over to rest in the crook of his neck.

“Get a new one then.” Felix said.

Oliver heard you chuckle. It was not for the first time he thought you callous, but Felix? He had only ever thought him clueless; sheltered. The sun provided warmth for all, it could not help that some strayed too close, but you? You were cold and glared from your high seat, and if they did not worship you as you deserved you turned the tide against them. There would always be another to marvel over you.

They were replaceable,

he is replaceable.

Oliver realized then that he must carve out a place in the very stone of Saltburn, burrow into the very foundations so that you could never get rid of him. He must become the ground to which you always return.

“Felix told me you found a new book.” Oliver said.

You groaned. Felix scolded you.

“Yes, Ollie, Duncan brought it from when mum sent him to the Henrys’.”

“Wh-what’s it about?”

“A peasant addicted to sex.” You peaked out from under Felix’s hair. There’s that cruelty. Oliver shivered, and his trousers tightened. “He fucks and fucks and fucks some more. And then the king beheads him when he finds him in his sister’s bed. The end.”

Oliver gulped.

“That’s… dark.” Felix flicks you on the shoulder. “Did Duncan really bring you that book? Fuck, didn’t know the old man had it in him!”

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Dinner came and passed, and the moon took its rightful place in the sky. It lit up his path as he stalked down the corridors to your rooms. For hours you had not so much as glanced at him. You had been inside him, forced him to release twice, but now he wasn’t good enough anymore?

Oliver wouldn’t be a peasant.

He wouldn’t be meek.

If you would not give him your attention,

he would take it.

All for himself.

Him. Him. Him. Him.

Deja vu hits him like a rock in the face. Your door isn’t closed. Through the crack he spots you,

naked. Writhing on the bed with your hand working away between your legs. Moans spill from you, calling out to him. A soft sigh. He’s rock hard in his underwear. A roll of your hips against your fingers and he has to hold himself from moaning. Your eyes are closed, but you must know he is there. It was an invitation, but this time Oliver wouldn’t stop at the door. Wouldn’t force himself to stay and watch.

Is Duncan in there with you? Looming in the corner of your room? Envy and jealousy combined in the pit of his stomach. He felt nauseous at the thought of wrinkled fingers staining your skin, tracing the edges of you like one would a beautiful sculpture.

The door opens easy enough and then he’s there. He’s crossed the line – entered your space with audacity far above his station.

“What the fuck!”

You don’t bother to hide yourself as you hiss your venom at him.

“Come back for more, did you? Fucking pathetic.”

The words go straight to his cock. He doesn’t stop. His feet bring him to the bed where you’re still leaning against the headboard. You didn’t respect him enough to move. A lion staring down a sheep who thought himself one of you, who shaved his fur and mauled himself until he grew claws. Bloody and whimpering he laid himself at your feet, begging you to do anything, to touch him. Rub sand in his wounds, spit on him.

“Just cuz I didn’t tell Felix about yesterday does not mean you can just walk in here.” You sneered. “You’re really fucked up, aren’t you?”

The thought thrilled you. Oliver could see it in your eyes. He said nothing as he stood at the edge of your bed.

“You’d let me do anything to you, and you’d thank me for it, wouldn’t you, you freak.”

“Not anything.” He protested, though the lie fell flat.

You chuckled. “Leave.”

“Please.”

He can’t let you go back to Duncan. Duncan wouldn’t let you do the things Oliver would. How could the old man keep up? Would he allow himself to be broken apart and put back together however you wished until he was your perfect toy.

“Please.” You mocked him. “I feel sad for you, Ol, Ollie, Oliver.”

Oliver climbed into your bed, and you seemed amused by his bravery.

“Go on then.” You said. “Prove me right.”

He fitted himself between your legs, eyes still staring into yours. Oliver lowered his head but refused to break the contact, and then he lapped at the wetness leaking out of your cunt. If it feels good you don’t let it show. Your taste is tangy, salty but wonderful. He could drink it for the rest of his life and never tire of it.

You’re part of him now. And he’s part of you.

Oliver flattened his tongue and ran it from the bottom to the top, snaking the tip in to prod at your hole, before flicking your clit. Your eyes flutter but you don’t shut them. Your lips remain in a smirk.

“Is that the best you can do?”

Fire burned inside him.

Dragging his thumb across your cunt produced a truly filthy sound, but the moan you let out when he used the pad of the digit to press down on your swollen clit almost has him cumming in his boxers. He flicked it. Traced it. Experimented with shapes and pressure until your eyes fell shut, your chest heaved and the smirk is gone from your pretty lips.

His tongue worked diligently at the rest of you, lapping up the wetness no faster than more gushed out. Oliver’s face glistened with juices, and a stuttered moan was torn from him when you coated him with your release. It’s soundless, a sharp exhale before all tension leaked out of you – ragdolling in his arms. Eager to chase that high, you grabbed his hair and brought him closer, and he took his thumb off your clit, replaced it with his tongue so he could slip a finger into you.

“Fuck.”

His chest swelled with pride. You allowed Oliver to tear your pleasure from you, and he did not disappoint. He wondered which of you were the more eager for you to feel more pleasure, him in his all-consuming desire to serve, to press himself against you until he had ripped himself apart, embedded himself in your heart so that you would carry him with your forever, or you, who came so sweetly when he begged and pleaded.

Oliver was about to press another finger inside you when his face fell on the damp sheets. His brain felt foggy, eyes unfocused as he searched for you.

“Lay down.”

The command is sharp, laced with threat that send his heart rushing. He’s on his back within seconds, splayed out on your bed with hearts in his eyes. Would you tear them out? Grind it to pieces with your teeth, blood rushing down your cheek. He’d truly be with you then. But then you’d throw him away and he would have to offer another part of him, and another, until there was nothing left and you had consumed him all.

He would give the last of him to you on bloody stumps and praise singing from his lips.

“Hm. You’re bigger than I expected.”

Pride surged through him.

And then you’re on him, grinding down your cunt on his stomach, manicured nails leaving crescent marks on his chest until he whined, shirt pushed up to his collarbones. But he doesn’t move away. He moved into your touch, arched his back to chase you when you left. And you indulge him. Blood wells up, and you dipped your head to taste it. it stained the corners of your mouth.

Oliver throbbed. It was painful how hard he was. It felt as though he would tear through his underwear at any second, but then your hand pushed the fabric away and grasped him in your hand. Your hold is too tight, too dry but it tore moan after moan out of him all the same.

Sweet relief.

His heart sang when you guided him to your heat, and he never felt as full so that he might burst as he did when you joined together as one. To be inside you? Beyond words. Oliver felt as though he was floating. Did you feel the same?

He would never let you go now.

You were one now.

The act itself is meaningless. The pleasure is background to the completion he felt, second to how he chased after your soul so that he could stitch himself onto you. He would tighten the stitches until they were seamless and no one would know who was who, for why did it matter? He was yours, always, wholly, all that he was was yours.

He vaguely felt you rock faster against him, but your lips never pressed against his. You don’t seal the connection with a kiss. His spine ached, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. You licked them away with a throaty groan. You ride him ever so faster after that, fingers wrapping around his throat until he can’t breathe,

but he doesn’t need to.

You are his oxygen – all he needs to survive is but one glance. For the moon to see the Earth under the piles of bodies.

When you climax, he does, and it is euphoria. Otherworldly pleasure times two. A golden string tugging and tugging until it snapped and left stars branded into his eyelids, scars on his heart from where it was torn out by your claws. He will forever bear your mark,

but it wasn’t enough.

Olive wanted more. He wanted you to take more. He was too whole, too alone, too cold,

he couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror and not see you.

Taglist:

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#saltburn imagine #saltburn smut #saltburn x reader #saltburn #oliver quick x you #oliver quick imagine #oliver quick smut #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hello there! If its okay can you do gn neutral reader x Chishiya,so the scenario is Chishiya seeing his campus crush on borderland and they are the new excutive member who is sarcastic, kind but mean as a joke and pretty intelligent and THEY ARE REALLY REALLY ATTRACTIVE.I hope it's not much if you do it, it will be a another motivation for me to shift tysm!

xiao's love of doctor chishiya gifs returns

pairing: chishiya x gn!beach executive!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff, comfort (??) word count: 1.7k

warnings: kinda ooc chishiya, reader gets shot with an arrow (non descriptive), mentions of blood, implication of stitches, the person helping reader is supposed to be tatta but i couldn't figure out to bring it up (my boy deserves better), niragi, poor depiction of the beach executive scene, niragi, i am a niragi hater and a dori lover until the day i die, tumblr glitched and the original post i wrote for this didn't save and it scared the shit out of me lmao

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i couldn't really figure out how to add reader being chishiya's campus crush so it just starts with them knowing each other lmao. thank you for being so descriptive with reader's personality that's super helpful i hope you like it :))

additional note: i'm almost at 500 followers (HUGE thank you btw that's crazy) and i was thinking of doing an event thing ?? but i'm not sure if anyone would be interested so lmk ig lmao

requests are open !! read my rules first

“y/n?” you perk up at the familiar voice, quick to leave your conversation with ann and mira.

“chishiya!” he stands with his hands stuffed into the pockets of a white jacket. he’s wearing a pair of swim trunks and sandals. you can barely see his wristband from where the sleeve of his jacket ends. “i can never get rid of you, can i?” you tease.

“i suppose not.” chishiya leans back against the wall, a little uncomfortable at the stares of the other beach members in the room.

sensing his discomfort, you glance over your shoulder at them. “ah, i should give you a tour. have you picked a room yet?”

“i was hoping you could help with that.”

you tug chishiya along with you, guiding him through the different areas of the beach.

your shoulders brush against each other as you sit by the pool, dunking your legs in the cold water. “how long have you been here?” you ask.

“just a few days,” chishiya replies. “i’m still not entirely sure what’s going on.”

you glance behind you over your shoulder, dropping your voice to a whisper. “you know about the visas and the cards?” he nods, subtly leaning in a little closer. “hatter thinks we’ll be able to send someone back to the normal world once we collect all of the cards.”

“you don’t think so?”

you sigh. “i’m not sure. we only have a few cards right now, but something tells me it won’t be that easy.” despite the pool being completely empty, you lean in even closer to chishiya to whisper in his ear. “i don’t think we can trust the people here.” chishiya shivers. your breath is warm against his neck. he can feel his ears burn slightly when you pull away.

an unfamiliar feeling settles itself in his stomach. fear? dread? anxiety? you kick small ripplies into the water, slowly reaching over to hold his hand. despite all of the unknowns he’s sure you’ll be forced to confront, chishiya finds comfort in the feeling of your hand in his.

chishiya paces along the outside of the beach, continuously looking out at the horizon. “waiting for someone?” kuina asks, leaning back against the wall of the hotel. chishiya sighs, knowing her question is rhetorical.

“y/n’s not back yet.”

kuina pushes off of the wall, suddenly serious. “they’re not?” he shakes his head, looking out into the darkness again. “well, do you know who they were with during their last game? maybe someone knows something.”

“i haven’t seen anyone since i came back.”

“what about the other executives? have you told them?” chishiya doesn’t answer. “there has to be something we can do, right? what about-”

“hey!” in the distance they can barely see a man struggling to pull someone towards the beach. “help me! i need help!”

kuina is quick to react, rushing over to the man. chishiya watches her as she runs to meet him, gasping. “chishiya!” she yells. “it’s y/n!”

he can almost feel the blood in his body go cold. kuina shoves herself underneath your other arm, helping the man pull you to the beach. it feels like the world has stopped - everything frozen at this moment in time.

after what feels like forever chishiya manages to will his body to move, rushing to you. blood coats your side and jacket, seeping through your shirt. he presses a hand against your wound, supporting your weight.

“what happened?” he hopes his voice isn’t shaking.

“they had crossbows,” the man pants. “i had to pull it out but i think it went straight through. i didn’t know what else to do.”

“chishiya,” you whimper, clutching his body.

“it’s okay,” he whispers. “it’s gonna be okay.”

you grunt as he wraps an arm around your waist, lifting your body into his arms. you cling to his body, letting him carry you into the beach’s basement. he gently sets you on a metal table before frantically searching through the room for medical supplies. kuina leans over you, pressing a towel against your side. you wince at the pressure, tears stinging your eyes.

“sorry,” she whispers. “i’m sorry.”

chishiya takes over for her soon after, moving the towel to the side. “this is gonna hurt,” he warns. you grab his hand, squeezing it.

“i trust you.”

the pain is sharp and sudden. it feels like someone is pressing on your chest, preventing any air from entering your lungs. the ceiling above you blurs into a mix of blue lighting and gray metal before it all goes black and the world disappears.

the pain has subsided greatly when you wake up. your vision is blurry as you blink a few times, trying to clear your vision. sunlight shines through open curtains, illuminating the hotel room you lay in. it’s clean - cleaner than your room. the sheets feel nice against your skin.

you grunt, forcing yourself to sit up. your body aches as you lean back against the headboard. the door opens quietly before it closes. a man sighs before he enters. “chishiya?” your voice is raspy when you try to speak. your throat stings.

“y/n,” chishiya rushes to your side, opening a bottle of water and handing it to you. you gulp it down quickly, desperate for any liquid. “how are you feeling?”

“sore.”

chishiya takes the empty bottle, sitting down next to you. he reaches out to grab your hand, running his thumb along your knuckles. his voice is quiet when he speaks again. “you really scared me, you know.”

“about me dying? come on, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” you squeeze his hand. “chishiya,” you whisper. he looks down at you. “i’m okay. you saved me.”

“i know, i just…” he sighs, staring back down at your hands. you intertwine your fingers together, a silent way of encouraging him to continue. “i can’t lose you. you were back late, and then when you make it here you were hurt. and then you passed out and…” chishiya takes a deep breath, tension from his shoulders relaxing a little. “i don’t want to see you hurt. i love you.”

“‘shiya,” you bring a hand up to his face, wiping away a stray tear he hadn’t realized had fallen. you lift his chin, forcing him to look at you. “i know everything will be okay as long as i have you. i love you too.”

chishiya gives you a small smile, pulling your hand up to press a kiss against your knuckles. “don’t ever do this to me again.”

you chuckle. “i won’t. i promise.”

you pull the chair out between chishiya and niragi, taking your seat at the executives table. arisu stands uncomfortably at the other side of the room, watching you. chishiya raises his hand, waving at him. you playfully elbow his side. “he’s nervous, leave him alone.”

“i’m just waving,” he retorts.

“you looked just like him when you got here,” you tease. “give him a break.”

mira, ann, and kuzuryu sit across from you. on your right, next to niragi, aguni sits at the edge, right next to hatter.

“we are here to discuss the potential promotion of our very own, arisu!” hatter enthusiastically introduces, pointing over at the man. arisu shifts uncomfortably at the attention.

niragi scoffs. “are we really trusting him to be an executive?”

“we’re trusting you to be an executive.” niragi glares at you, reaching for his rifle before ann interrupts.

“he was able to win a seven of hearts. we haven’t seen that card before.”

“it’s a seven of hearts,” mira exaggerates. “if arisu was able to win the game, then, we should be able to send someone back to the normal world soon.”

“she’s right,” kuzuryu says, leaning back in his chair. “heart games are the most difficult.”

“i vote for promoting him.” you say. under the table, chishiya reaches over to grab your hand. “he won a heart game we’ve never seen before. people have been promoted for less.”

“why don’t we test him? send him into a game with an executive and see how he operates under the pressure.” ann suggests. hatter points at her, tutting.

“now that’s a good idea. any objections?” after a few seconds of silence, hatter stands. “perfect! this meeting has been concluded.”

chishiya’s hand remains in yours as you leave the room, slinking through the various corridors of the hotel you’ve found to a private area. “what are you thinking about arisu?” he asks.

“he won a heart game and you said he was good in tag. he could be a useful ally.” he hums in agreement.

the fire burns around you as you re-enter the remains of the hotel you used to call your home. a man stands in the center of what used to be the lobby, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“chishiya?” you call, avoiding the heat as you step closer. he glances over his shoulder at you, picking something up off of the table. you lean over to see what he’s holding. it’s a card. the ten of hearts.

“you were right, you know,” he says, throwing the card back onto the table. he smiles when you cock your head at him in confusion. “when i first arrived, one of the first things you said to me was that i shouldn’t trust the people here. you were right.” chishiya steps closer, intertwining his hands with yours. “i’m starting to think collecting the cards was pointless after all.”

the flames around you only grow stronger. “as much as i’d like to bask in your praise, we really need to leave,” you say, reaching over to grab his arm. “let’s go. kuina’s waiting.” he hums, pressing a kiss against your temple as he follows you out.

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starboltz · 2 months

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Since a new TADC teaser came out, I really wanted to do an analysis of this post by gooseworx.

To start off with, in the quick flash of new characters we see in the trailer, 3 of them are seen in the teaser image - those being the cowgirl ghost, the candy princess, and the bubble man. The only character we don't see is the frog-looking character.

While not obvious by the reflection, the round part of the ghosts head is likely a hat, as seen in the teaser on the cowgirl ghost. I am fairly sure that both of these ghosts are the same character based on the dress silhouette of the reflection, and the design of the upper body of the ghost in the teaser. (If I am wrong about the ghost's gender and/or pronouns, I will edit this post.) I find it incredibly interesting that this is the most humanistic character yet on TADC.

The next character, the candy princess, has a silhouette that is very easy to match to the reflection. The only major difference is that her gloves and upper part of her skirt are a darker pink, but that could be due to lighting. She is very likely the princess of Candy Canyon Kingdom. If not, she's definitely royalty of some sort because of her crown. I did see a few people think that she was going to be similar to a betty spaghetti toy, but now that we see her in her natural setting, it seems like her arms are more like cake pops. The rest of her body seems to be a neat amalgamation of cake and other candies.

I don't have much to say about the bubble man, other than he appears to be a customer at Spudsy's - where Jax is being forced to work for minimum wage. If you look closely, you can see Jax's reflection in the bubble man's face. His (or it's? again if I'm wrong I'll change it later) reflection counterpart is a much darker blue, which again could be lighting, but it could also mean that other customers at Spudsy's are bubble people. (Also I love how Spudsy's is a ripoff/homage of McDonald's, hopefully it'll make for some good satire of the fast food industry).

While we don't see the frog character from Gooseworx' teaser image, a lot of people theorized that it is some sort of gummy frog or reptile, which makes sense when it comes to one of the other characters announced in the teaser trailer.

The gummy gator appears to be in the Candy Canyon Kingdom, and looks to be some sort of cowboy or guide. He has a white belly similar to the frog, which is why I think they exist in the same storyline/location. Something hard to see in the trailer is that he starts fading to green from yellow around his shoulders. It's hard to tell what he's holding, but it's very possible it is reigns.

Another character from Candy Canyon Kingdom is the chocolate ooze monster, who looks similar in style to the gloink queen. I love the details of candy corn teeth and jawbreaker eyes. It's difficult to tell if this will be the big boss of Candy Canyon Kingdom, or just an obstacle for the TADC crew.

A fourth character from the Candy Canyon Kingdom is revealed in the teaser, and that is the periwinkle drawing mannequin. It seems to be the only character from the CCK that is not made of candy, which leads to some questions. In the teaser it is screaming its head off, so it's likely it is running from the chocolate ooze monster.

Going back to the cowgirl ghost, another cute little ghost appears. It doesn't really have any defining features other than its puppy-like face, but its a ghost, so it works. This is the only other character in the western ghost town story revealed in the teaser. Though the gummy gator looks like a cowboy, I think the ghosts appear in a different location from the Candy Canyon Kingdom.

The last character I haven't talked about is the tape recorder. It doesn't really look like an animate character, but if TADC has taught me anything, inanimate objects can always become animate characters. It's hard to tell what storyline it's from, but based on the lighting, it's from the western ghost town storyline. One of the most unnerving things about it is that it is one of the most realistic looking characters in the entire show.

Overall, 4 characters were revealed for the Candy Canyon Kingdom storyline, 3(ish) characters for the western ghost town storyline, and 1 character for the Spudsy's storyline. I personally don't think all of these storylines and characters will appear in the same episodes, unless the TADC crew is split up like in ep 1. The Candy Canyon Kingdom and the Spudsy's storylines definitely don't, because Jax can be seen in the wagon, along with (at least) Pomni, Gangle, and Kinger, in the large image shot of CCK in the teaser. (I have no clue what kind of gummy animal is pulling the wagon.)

I also wanted to briefly talk about the unfinished location that Caine showed in the teaser. My first thought was that it was a baseball stadium, but after further inspection the field seems a bit off to be a baseball field. Regardless it definitely is set up to be a performance space, whether it be a theatre or arena of sorts. From the design, I don't think it connects to the other locations revealed in the trailer.

If you've made it this far, thanks for reading my theories on this teaser! If you have any thoughts, please comment or reblog to let me know!

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #the amazing digital circus spoilers #tadc spoilers #pomni #caine #jax #the amazing digital circus new characters #tadc new characters #gooseworx #glitch productions #spoilers #star says #not art

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elradquackity · 12 days

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🌈🍓 VRC Guide for New Users

since i think some rqs are new to vrchat and radcon is coming up (17th-19th)!

PC USERS:

you can use vrchat without a headset but you won't be able to do tracking gestures

basics of WASD to move and space to jump, ESC opens the quick menu, R opens the avatar settings menu (more controls here)

some avatars have custom gestures or expressions in the R menu, GoGoLoco is the most common manual gesture set

some worlds and avatars are PC only or quest only. be aware of whether your avatar is quest friendly or quest users will only see your fallback avatar (by default it's a robot)

quest users can use their arms, do automatic expressions and grab things. you cannot. some ways quest users can interact with the world or avatars aren't possible on PC

AVATARS:

avatars are found through avatar worlds, a world someone hosts with avatars to choose from

there are avatar search worlds with catalogs of avatars to search for. the most popular at the moment are Prismic's Avatar Search and YAAS (Yet Another Avatar Search)

if the option is left on, users can clone your avatar and you can clone theirs. this setting can be turned off so no one can clone your avi

by default, you can save up to 50 avatars in your favorites. avatars you upload and fallbacks don't have to be favorited. you can also see your recent avatars

as mentioned above some avatars have custom gestures and expressions in the R menu, some also have avatar customization options in the R menu under the category gestures are in

some people's avis are capable of putting overlays on your screen, change your settings in shield level to disallow things like particles from anyone besides friends to avoid this

you can hide someone's avi in specific by selecting them and clicking the option to hide their avatar

you can change your avatar height at will in the R menu, and reset it by clicking reset avatar. you also have access to emojis, text chat, personal mirrors and cameras in the R menu

GROUPS:

groups have banners which can be displayed on your profile and above your nametag by clicking "represent this group" on a group you're in, everyone can see the groups you're in and representing

some groups are just made for representing because of this, for example, pronoun groups

some groups are like clubs where they actually host gatherings and events, or have some sort of join requirement

WORLDS:

your status decides whether other users can join your world or see what world you're in. there are explanations of each status color in game

worlds have public instances but you can also make instances that are restricted to friends, invite-only, groups etc, you can make your own instance of any world at any time

you can invite people to worlds, request invites, or join through portals that people drop in the world

a lot of worlds are interactive and have things like seats, pens, mirrors, toys etc depending on the world

MAKING YOUR OWN AVI:

you can't upload avis until you've played a certain amount, so spend time in the vrc community to get verified for creating

you need vrc creator studio which is on the vrchat site as well as unity in order to upload an avi. a 3d modeling tool like blender also helps

you can use vroid studio to easily make a custom avatar, but you'll need the vrm to vrchat converter, follow this guide

booth has free and paid assets for vroid studio and vrchat

transparent textures will glitch in unity and turn black in game, so all textures on your avi need to be 100% opaque

there are performance requirements for uploading both pc and quest avatars, some will let you upload still with poor performance and some will stop you from uploading your avi

you can use easy quest converter to get a pc avi quickly ready for quest, you'll need to upload your avi for both pc and quest if you want everyone to see it

you can install gogoloco on your avi using this guide

if there's anything anyone wants to add feel free ^_^

#rqc 🍓🌈#rqc 🌈🍓#radqueer please interact #radqueer #rq community #rq 🌈🍓

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quinloki · 5 months

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Marco the Phoenix - Fingers / Claws

Reader style - she/her, afab (No pronouns were used in the final result) Time slot - After hours Client Name - @kazieai CW: tension, stripping game

“I think you managed to wear the most complicated clothing there is, yoi.” Marco muses, looking you over again.

You’d both been in a private room since you’d arrived. It wasn’t that you minded an audience regardless, but in this case there was something at stake. Win, or lose, something that had a person’s pride on the line wasn’t something to be done in the common room.

“How many layers are you wearing?” He questions.

“Counting lingerie?” You grin.

“Do you mean to keep it on, yoi?”

“Eh.” You shrug.

The warm chuckle that was as close to a laugh that he ever seemed to reach filled his chest and he smiled. “Count it then.”

“Five layers.” You answer. “Well, five tops… and technically five bottoms.” You admit, looking down at feet that still had shoes on them. Simple Mary Janes, with a loop on the back of the shoe. You’d considered wearing some strappy sandals, but you were trying to challenge him, not break him.

“And the rules are I can use one finger, or one claw.”

“Aye, and for the purposes of this agreement, talons and claws are the same thing.” You say, taking a step back as he finally steps closer. “And that restriction is only for the clothes and anything under them.”

Marco takes a quick step toward you, closing the distance and grasping your wrist in one hand. “Then, I should hold onto my prize, while unwrapping it, hm?” He questions, blue eyes locked onto yours. The small nod is all you can manage, words and sass caught in your throat. He’s never moved so swift before, long fingers firm against your wrist, holding your hand without a trace of pain. Despite that, you know you’re not getting your hand back until he releases it.

He leans in a little, and you feel a single finger hook into the button of the cardigan you’re wearing. One slow twist and the first button pops free easily. Then the second. Despite the layers of shirts you were still wearing it was almost like you were being laid bare already.

“Un… unbuttoning is the easy part.” You muse, eyes moving up to his, trying to hold onto what scrap of control you could find. “How are you going to get it off?”

He smiles, leaning forward and kissing the side of your face, before he tugged the article of clothing down the arm he wasn’t controlling. Teeth and lips teased the skin of your neck, the tender and skilled actions sending a shiver through you, a motion he used to pull the cardigan free from one arm.

“Something like this, yoi.” He murmurs into your ear, stepping back and pulling you with him, guiding you through a couple steps of a dance you didn’t even know. The momentum and twirl were impossible to fight, and he releases your fingers as he pulls the cardigan free, slipping his fingers between yours again so naturally it a took a moment to realize what he’d done.

You hear a click as you take the last step before coming to a stop, and realize that Marco’s slipped one of your Mary Jane’s off with a transformed taloned foot. He steadies you as you go off balance a little, bracing yourself against your own hand, careful not to break the rules of the bet even as he helps you.

Of all the people in the club, Marco had always seemed the least competitive. Too laid back to be ruffled into a confrontation, too relaxed to be concerned about much of anything. You’d seen fire in his eyes when he was at the edges of his passion, but even then his eyes hadn’t been like this.

Ever hooded. Ever seemingly unperturbed.

Sharp slit irises, deep blue eyes that flickered with teal sparks, and a focus that was already peeling back the layers of your soul. In those eyes you were already bare and shivering beneath him, conquered and soon to be deeply satisfied.

You wouldn’t regret it, but it was certainly foolish to have dared to challenge the Phoenix.

One Piece Host Club AU drabble event runs through December 2023

#One Piece Host Club AU #December Drabble Event 2023 #One Piece Fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 5 days

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Okay, I've seen this done wrong often now, so a quick guide to the beautiful German language especially regarding nicknames.

It's rather easy in ENglish, because you can use every nickname, like "my love" or "my darling" for every person of every sex. IN Germany, that is unfortunately a bit more complicated, because in Germany we gender everything. The door is feminine, the table masculine, the pig neutral and so on and so on. Because of that we adapt our words, especially possesive pronouns.

Just, a quick example, below is a table with all the different ways to say "my".

In German we change the pronoun or "adapt" it regarding the "genus" (gender), Numerus (number) and "Fall" (cause). There are four cases in the German language, Nominativ, Genitiv, Dativ, Akkusativ.

I won't explain them all, because that would be too difficult. However, this is why it's not enough to put "my" in Google translate. Or just "love". You can't translate things word for word into another language, you need context [btw don't use Google translate. It's really not that good]

EXAMPLE:

"My love" [as in, the feeling I feel]

[My love for him...]

"Meine Liebe"

[Meine Liebe für ihn....]

"My love" (as a nickname)

"Meine Liebe" (addressing someone of the female gender)

"Mein Lieber" (addressing someone of the male gender)

However "Liebe/Lieber" is not necessarily the best way to translate it, because it's more like a "my dear". You can go with "Meine Liebste/Mein Liebster" but that's very old-fashioned, like 19th century kind of old-fashioned.

What I also often find is "Liebchen" (though I've never seen it written correctly". It's alright I guess, but I personally have never heard someone say it.

DON'T JUST TRANSLATE RANDOM PETNAMES FROM ENGLISH TO ANOTHER LANGUAGE

Yes, "Honig" is the german word for "honey" but noone calls their s/o that?! At least I've never heard of it. Just do your research, please

Another important thing when writing about a German character:

Like in many languages, like French for example, there are two ways to directly address one person:

The informal way "Du"

And the formal way "Sie".

Unless your two characters are in a working relationship and suddendly declare their love, don't ever use "Ich liebe Sie." That's like saying "I love you Sir/Madame." If your characters know each other informaly, adress each other with first name etc. it's ALWAYS "Ich liebe dich."

Please, if you write for a character, that speaks a language you don't, translate everything in context, even if you only need one word. Don't use Google Translate. If you can, ask native speakers. I can asure you, most are happy to help.

I am, if anybody has questions regarding translations. It just makes the whole reading expirience more pleasant and makes you look like a better writer.

#writing #writing guide #fanfictions #foreign languages #german #german language #please please please

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prrism · 1 year

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Hi!! Could you do Karl for the Babysitters Guide series? Have a good day/night!

I would love to! Karl is such a sweet, wholesome guy so of course I had to write this

Sweet Cuddlebug

Summary: You’ve been struggling on one of your projects for a while now, hoping some fresh air will help you feel better instead you find a very clingy Karl alone on the side of the road…

Characters: Karl Jacobs x Reader

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You needed a break and some fresh air, your current project was proving to be tough and not wanting to completely lose all your sanity you figured a nice walk would help. It seems you’ve forgotten just where you live and that peace and quiet can be quite the rarity, the growing sounds of crying evident of that. You were unsure if this was some sorta trap but pushed the thought aside with how distressed the mysterious source sounded. When you finally locate said source of the sound you’re simultaneously surprised and unsurprised at a child version of Karl sitting at the side of the road.

“Karl? Now how did you get all the way over here?” You question aloud, gaining his attention. Immediately the crying turns into softer whimpers and he reaches up for you. Without hesitation you pick him up and give him a boop on the nose earning you a small giggle, you smile and do it again making him brighten up a little more, you do it one more time and Karl goes from a sad whimper to elated laughing. “Alright, let’s get you somewhere safer.” You say, turning around to head back home.

You enter your home and set Karl down on the couch, you weren’t sure how long he’d been out there but you assumed a snack might cheer him up more. Grabbing some apples and carrots you’re about to cut them into smaller pieces when you feel weight lean against your leg, glancing down at Karl now clinging to you and staring at you with big doe eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask, semi-sarcastically.

“Up, up, up.” Karl reaches up to you making little grabby hands. You can’t hold back a smile at how adorable he looked.

“You want up? Don’t you want a snack first?” To your surprise he shakes his head and continues reaching for you.

“Up, up, up.” He starts bouncing in place. Who were you to deny such a request so naturally you place what you’re holding down and lift him up, instantly he snuggles against you.

“Aww, you just wanted some cuddles, huh? Are you a little cuddlebug?” You give little Eskimo kisses making him giggle happily. Your day was filled with lots and lots of cuddles, you just couldn’t say no to Karl’s puppy eyes, not that you complaining either.

When you were finally able to get him to draw you take the opportunity to stretch out a bit, returning shortly after to see several strange drawings by him. One looked like a clock with swirling patterns around it, easy enough to figure out, what really stuck out to you was the pictures of a strange clocked figures and some sort of angel(?) with XD on its face, or mask you weren’t too sure.

“Whatcha drawing there Karl?” You ask, though you already knew you weren’t going to get an answer. Confirming this when he says nothing and reaches for you again, easily taking the hint you lift him into your arms again. As he happily cuddles against you, you’re still eyeing the pictures he drew wondering why they made you feel uneasy, especially the one of the angel, if that was even what it was. You don’t get to dwell on the feeling much longer when a familiar whirling sound hits your ears and you quickly set Karl onto the ground, in a quick puff he’s back to normal but still looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Hey, why’d you stop?” He pouts.

“Sorry, didn’t exactly feel like dropping you now that you’re yourself again.” You chuckle. “Why? Did you still need more cuddles?” You question sarcastically.

“Yes.” He answers sincerely.

“Umm… I’m sure if you head home Sapnap will be more then happy to cuddle with you.” You suggest.

“Well yeah, but I need cuddles to help hold me over before the long journey home. Please?” He stares at you expectantly, you sigh.

“Oh alright. Even now I still can’t say no.” You cave, muttering that last part. Karl smiles brightly and happily wraps you in a hug, you return the gesture with a smile of your own.

Who’da thought that all you needed to relax from that big, tough project wasn’t simply a walk but some well deserved cuddles from a friend.

That was a fun one 😁 I hope you guys liked it too. Feel free to let me know whose childish adventures you’d like to see next

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x platonic reader #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader

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ghostlykeyes · 2 years

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aki kink hcs pleaseeeee ><!!!! (if u havent done them alr heheh) (also i love ur writing..!! its amazing)

Thank you !! 💖 this one is long as hell. Can you tell I have some Thoughts about this man ??

afab reader (no pronouns used), under the cut for length/spice

Aki

Aki likes to think he's got a decent amount of self-control, but when it comes to you, he's toast—sometimes he just needs you, and it doesn't matter if you're at home or not. Public sex is a common occurrence. Aki's hand finds the small of your back, pushing lightly but oh-so-insistently; he guides you to the nearest bathroom, janitor's closet, whatever-room-has-a-lock and has you pressed up against the wall as soon as the door clicks shut. He's always quick and efficient; once you're soaking enough to take him, Aki's got your tits squished up against the door and a firm hand over your mouth to help keep you quiet. "Don't get us caught, baby," he murmurs against your ear, and he's stretching you out before you can even nod obediently.

Aki's favorite thing ever is thigh-highs. Pair them with a short skirt (and no panties, if you're feeling extra-spicy) and he's done for.

When it comes to positions Aki doesn't really have a preference, as long as he can get deep in you. If he's taking you from behind expect to have your face in the pillow, pretty back arched, and his dick so far in your throbbing pussy you can feel the stubble from his shaved pubic hair rubbing on your soft, dripping outer folds. When you're face-to-face, he likes to push your legs back as far as he can manage; picture your legs propped up, shaking, on either side of his neck. Aki's hands dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you in place as he rails you.

Aki absolutely loves when you pull on his hair. Nothing too rough; just tug on his topknot as he's licking heat along the back of your teeth, or make fists in his loose hair as he's eating out your pussy. He always groans into you, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Sure, the after-sex cigarette is nice, but sometimes Aki gets a craving and wants one right in the middle. He won't stop fucking you, but his hands leave your body to fumble on the bedside table for a second. He can manage it himself, but if you really want to turn him on, snatch his lighter and flick out a flame for him. He leans forward, hitting that spot inside you just right, and lets the cigarette in his mouth glow to life. "Thanks," he breathes, and after taking a deep puff he rewards your little favor by fucking you even harder.

Most of the time, Aki's a soft dom. He likes to take care of you. Sure, he'll get so deep and fuck you for so long that your mind is a foggy mess, but he'll make sure you cum a few times over and his rough hands are soft and gentle on your curves and push and pull your nipples so nicely. He twists you up and holds you in place but he whispers in your ear to make sure you're comfortable. Sex with him is certainly intense, but he puts effort in to make sure it's an easy sort of intense, where the pleasure piles up and piles up so soft until you're falling apart beneath him—again and again.

There are, of course, some notable exceptions. If you've been a major fucking pain all day (on purpose, of course, because you know how he gets when you rile him up), Aki gets fed up and needs to teach you a lesson. He's rough and fast, then—squeezing your tits until you're squirming underneath him, holding you down by your hips as he thrusts into your dripping pussy so hard that the bed shakes and groans underneath you. He smacks your ass when you whine for him, the slap barely louder than the wet, obscene noises spilling out of you as he drills your cunt. "God," he says as you whimper your way through an orgasm—another one, you don't think you can handle much more, but his hips just keep crashing and crashing and crashing into you—"you're such a handful sometimes."

Aki definitely prefers some of your panties over the other ones .If he sees you're wearing a pair he likes when he pulls your pants off, he can't resist leaving the cute underwear on you. He tugs the thin fabric to the side before easing into you, holding it out of his way with a strong finger.

Aki's a big fan of dirty talk. While he doesn't usually degrade you (unless that's what you really want—he lives to please, after all), he's surprisingly mouthy. You'll often feel his hot breath starting fires along your neck as he moans against you, or bites back a groan at just how goddamn good and soft your pussy squeezes him. He lets you know just how electric you feel, just how much he craves being inside you. Expect to hear a lot of "Mmmhmm, just like that" or "shit, you're taking me so good".

#Chainsaw man #chainsaw man/reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #nsft #chainsaw man headcanons #IN HONOR OF HIS UBER SEXY ANIME DEBUT #your honor I need to know that man carnally

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International Non-Binary People's Day

🦇 Good morning, bookish bats! It's International Non-Binary People's Day! Looking to add some great non-binary books to your ever-growing TBR? Here are books from authors who publicly identify as non-binary, starring characters that are non-binary, too! Which are you reading first?

✨ Fiction ✨ 💛 She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan 🤍 Loveless by Alice Oseman 💜 Nettleblack by Nat Reeve 🖤 Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl by Andrea Lawlor 💛 Truth & Dare by So Mayer 🤍 X by Davey Davis 💜 Chlorine by Jade Song 🖤 Phoenix Extravagant by Yoon Ha Lee 💛 I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver 🤍 On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden 💜 Pet by Akwaeke Emezi 🖤 The Discomfort of Evening by Marieke Lucas Rijneveld 💛 The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey 🤍 The Black Tides of Heaven by Neon Yang 💜 Outlawed by Anna North 🖤 An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon 💛 The Heartbreak Bakery by A. R. Capetta 🤍 Bianca Torre Is Afraid of Everything by Justine Pucella Winans 💜 Jamie by L. D. Lapinski 🖤 Mordew by Alex Pheby

✨ Non-Fiction ✨ 💛 In Their Shoes by Jamie Windust 🤍 Beyond the Gender Binary by Alok Vaid-Menon 💜 Gender Queer: A Memoir by Maia Kobabe 🖤 Gender Euphoria by Laura Kate Dale 💛 A Quick & Easy Guide to They/Them Pronouns by Archie Bongiovanni and Tristan Jimerson 🤍 What’s the T? The No-nonsense Guide to All Things Trans And/or Non-binary for Teens by Juno Dawson 💜 Life Isn’t Binary: On Being Both, Beyond, and In-Between by Alex Iantaffi and Meg-John Barker

#books #book recommendation #nonbinary #nonbinary pride #nonbinary character #battyaboutbooks #batty about books

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐨𝐰

Current Place ➸ Prologue ✫ Ao3 Link ⤷ To Next Chapter (coming soon!)

✦ Demon!Risotto Nero/afab!Reader

✦ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: GN pronouns; afab body type, but no body parts described in this chapter ✦ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: None unless my limited knowledge of witchcraft counts as something you need to be mentally prepared to put up with. Though there will eventually be smut, and it will be top reader. ✦ 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Thank you to @phvntom-limbs for beta on this chapter! Your input is greatly appreciated. ♥ ✦ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Trying to summon a demon as a get-rich-quick scheme is not the brightest idea you’ve ever had. An error in the ritual causes you to summon the wrong demon, with no way for them to return to hell unless certain criteria are met. Too bad the ambiguity of the pact you've messed up leaves you both stumbling to figure out what they are.

It’s taken months of deep diving into the shady, esoteric, and downright weird parts of the internet to figure out what is legitimate information about witchcraft and summoning demons; and what’s hippie crystal healing self-improvement bullshit. You don’t need guided meditation and inner peace, what you need is to pay your fucking bills and put food in your fridge. Deep breathing exercises to align your chakras while balancing rose quartz on your palms isn’t what’s going to keep a roof over your head.

All of your research led you to the location of a historical auction soon to take place at a privately owned, small scale museum that’s dedicated to the history of the occult. They were desperate for funding, and a book that dozens of witches on the forum you’d lurked were swearing was the real deal, was one of the many items up for grabs. The news of its auction spread like wildfire in the niche community, and the scathing posts between members already fighting to out bid each other and get their hands on something so rare had been a good night of entertainment.

Too bad for them, that auction is never going to happen.

Hidden away in such a small, antiquated museum, stealing it had been laughably easy. Your knowledge about the book and feigned determination not to see the establishment shut down had the curator jump at your offer to selflessly volunteer without question. Afterwards, all it took was a few innocent questions about your well-being in a crime ridden area to learn the security cameras were just for show, then a bit of kissing up here and there to the right people, and the next thing you knew a copy of keys to the building were yours. The safe deposit box containing the book was out of the door in your bag a few days later.

Looking at it now, what’s supposed to be a centuries old tome doesn’t exactly feel or look like it. Online images had shown the cover as an ancient, withered old thing, the pages tinged a sickly yellow with muddy brown splotches across the pages. This grimoire made to summon creatures from the other side of this realm of existence to fulfill whatever your heart’s desire; looks more like something from Barnes & Noble’s New Age section. So pristine that you can practically smell the classic new book scent as it wafts up from every flip of the page.

No way the museum would have the foresight to switch the original book out with whatever this was. How could they begin to anticipate someone would want this old thing bad enough to go through as much trouble as you have in getting it? Though as untouched by time as it looks, from what you can tell the materials used and technique of its construction are clearly of the time period of its supposed origin. Had they hired a professional to restore it, like you’ve seen people do with paintings in viral videos? That has to be it and you refuse to believe otherwise, not after all the time you’ve invested into this.

The meager space of your living room is cleared out in record time to work on setting up what you need to do this ritual. It has to be followed to the letter, the consequences of fucking any part of this up is something you don’t want to even begin to dwell on.

With summoning glyph painted into the wooden laminate floor and all the herbs, crystals, and animal bones needed in their proper positions on it, you hold the grimoire in one hand with a knife in the other and begin to read the incantation aloud. You’re undeterred as the bergamot leaves start to singe around their edges, voice unwavering and confident when the bones splinter and crack. The small pieces of garnet rattle against the veneer as you continue, the noise becoming harsher when you bring the knife to the meat of your palm for the finale of all of this fanfare.

It takes but a single drop of your blood hitting the edge of the glyph for a multitude of things to happen all at once: a large surge in electricity makes the lights go on the fritz, the delicate bulbs shatter from above and smoke pouring from the wiring as the room’s temperature sharply rises. Your furniture rattles and creaks before a pulsing wave of energy spreads out from the center of the room to knock you off your feet. Crashing to the floor, a sharp, tinny sound hits your eardrums as pieces of metal break away from the everyday items in your flat to slowly rise up in the air.

Scissors whirl past from behind and graze your arm. Its stinging pain threatens to make the rising panic burst your heart, and you watch as they fly into the smoky abyss forming over the summoning circle. Some screws shoot past your head, a cluster of loose change hits your back before you’re able to roll yourself out of its path. More metal bits and chunks from things you’ve not given a second thought about are pulled in by whatever magnetic force is making itself known right now, disappearing into the thick smoke swirling around faster and faster. It takes the knives in your kitchen coming from around the corner to finally have you consider that maybe demon summoning as a get-rich-quick scheme was not the brightest idea you’ve ever had.

Through the smoke you see the silhouette of a body taking shape. Metal grinds against metal, your temples pounding from the sound as the amalgamation writhes and twists and groans into something massive. When the swirling veil of smoke evaporates it leaves behind a horned man, with hair as white as moonlight and eyes burning bright like red hot coals that lock directly on you. Each silent step he makes forwards pushes the fear in your chest higher into your throat until he’s towering from above your spot on the floor, tall and thick and broad and very, very naked.

Realistically you know it was likely the demon you hoped to conjure would look nothing like the sketches you’ve seen, but this is far from what you’ve envisioned the appearance of a demon to be like. It’s hard to focus on his looks any further when the way he stares through you with a tilt of his head leaves you wanting to sink through the floor. Between the shock of this actually working, the fact that he’s nothing like you thought he would be, and wondering how you’re going to excuse the multiple noise complaints your neighbors have surely given the landlord by now; a pathetic, shaky little exhale is all you can find the energy to greet him with.

Of all the things he could do in response, this demonic mass of raw power slowly gets on one knee before you and says, “Master.”

His word triggers another round of metallic ringing in your ears as light bursts from his neck and wrists, forming into a thick set of cuffs and a collar. Shielding yourself from the intense burst you have to do a double take as your own wrist glows just as strongly, a much thinner chain wrapping around it to lay lightweight across your skin. Signs of the pact that’s now in play. The demon stays in his place throughout the light show, his eyes following your rise onto wobbly legs when you’re no longer blinded from it.

All of your hard work has led up to this point. Too late to back out now even if you wanted to, but you’re fully prepared to exchange anything the demon wants for your own gain. You square your shoulders and straighten out your posture to do your best to compensate for how huge the demon is compared to you even while on his knees, channel the emotions roiling in your gut to force yourself to sound as authoritative as you can.

“What is your name, demon?” The question is part of the ritual, exchanging formalities is crucial to setting up a good rapport so it can lead to a negotiation that doesn’t involve your soul being what’s exchanged or getting killed on the spot.

Said demon’s full lips curl up in a hint of a smirk, red eyes looking you over for a moment before he deigns to answer, “I’ve gone by many names, but the one that has always been easiest for humans to pronounce is Risotto Nero.”

Your moment of bravado is short lived, as when he shares his name, cold dread shoots through your veins at the realization this is not the demon you had originally intended to summon.

➸ Next. (coming soon!)

#risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #risotto nero #jjba #jjba risotto #risotto nero jjba #my writing #work in progress

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Garden

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Can you remind me of my gravity? Ground me when I'm tumbling, spiraling, plummeting down to Earth You keep me down to Earth

Warnings: fluffy smut, feelings, reader has anxiety, talks of toxic relationships, weed smoking, past Draken and Emma, oral sex (f receiving), reader gets pick up, reader has fem anatomy no pronouns, use of honey/love dubcon (?) just in case because they were smoking, consent implied but not explicitly given, let me know if I missed anything

Notes: this is part of @sirenh4ll’s sza collab for Garden! You don’t have to listen to the song while reading but it does set the mood. I had a lot of fun writing this. As always, reader is implied as black! No descriptors used though so feel free to read.

You were never one for fairy tail romance or relationships. Dealing with other people was never easy for you. Riddled with a brain that didn’t produce enough serotonin and an amygdala that reacted so often your body was always in a constant state of restlessness you usually kept to your self. So when you did find people that you could connect with you attached yourself to them and stayed with them as long as they were supposed to remain in your life. This lead to a series of toxic friendships and partners that sucked every ounce of who you were from you until you were nothing more than a shell of your former self. Which is how you ended up here. After your last relationship ended and you graduated you packed up your things and accepted a job that allowed you to move out of your home country to Japan giving you time and space to start over.

Everything wasn’t perfect, no. You still struggled with things, and had your days where you sat in your bed and cried for hours, but it was better than it was. You were growing, learning how to be yourself without repressing yourself or fear. Plus, Being a foreigner people tended to avoid you anyways making it easy for you to matriculate through the streets, to work, and back home without hassle. Everything was going great until you met him. Not that he made things worse, no he undoubtedly made things better, easier, you felt comfortable and that’s why you were scared.

Ken Ryuguji, or Draken, as he insisted you call him the first time you all met on the stairs of your shared apartment building, he lived a few doors down. You two became quick friends as he insisted on showing you around considering you were all alone. As time progressed you two spent hours hanging around each others houses, spending nights out with each other until the sun started peaking above the horizon. You two shared bits and pieces of your lives before your paths converged, never fully allowing the other in. You weren’t eager to make the same mistakes you’d made again, unwilling to bare yourself to him completely just so he wouldn’t disappear like everyone before. Unbenounst to you draken fely the same.

Currently the two of you sat on the floor of your living room passing a lit joint between the two of you. Draken propped up on the floor against the couch right beside your legs that were dangling over the edge. As usuall, in times like these both of you let your guard down just enough to let your mouths move freely with each other.

“You know Kenny, I’m glad I met you. I was fucked up when I got here, felt like I just floating along and then boom you’ve been keeping me grounded ever since” the words just sort of slipped out with an airy giggle at the end.

Smoking always made your tongue a little looser. He had been your saving grace, always coming through when you needed him, even if you never said you did. The man had a sixth sense, felt your turbulence and acted as the pilot to guide you through it. He’d been there to give you sound advice, called you on your bullshit, encouraged you when you needed and pushed against you when he knew you needed him to. Made you stand on your own but was always close enough to catch you. Even let you hang out with his friends and make them your own.

“I don’t think you’d say that if you knew everything about me honey”

“I don’t think you’d think that way if you knew everything about me”

“‘s nothing like my pas- ”

“I like you just how you are now Kenny, that stuff doesn’t matter to me”

“And I’ve stuck beside you this long haven’t I”

Those two encrypted confessions leading your next actions, making them feel like they weren’t your own. Your body instinctually moving from the seat of the couch to rest on his, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling your mouth to meet his, which he easily reciprocated.

He was unhurriedly savoring the way his lips fit against yours, the way your tongues were introducing themselves to each other, hands coming to clasp behind your back dragging you just that much closer to him. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been thinking about this, not initially but days spent with you had left him in need of making his thoughts tangible. After his messy breakup with Emma, he didn’t think he’d be willing to trust another person to be in his life in that way again. But with you it was easy, you didn’t want anything from him which made it so easy for him to give you everything that he saw you needed and deserved. He wanted to pick up your pieces, see the rest of what you hid within your little garden, and help you make it grow.

Pulling himself away from you just enough to push a few words through the space “ready to be mine ‘s forever or nothing” instead of words you pushed your mouth back against his in response. Bending his legs and pushing himself up to stand still holding you in his arms he walked the path down to your room in the back of the apartment. Lips never leaving yours all the way, before flopping you onto the bed causing you to giggle. Without wasting much time, he looped his fingers into the band of the sweats you had been wearing and pulled them down your legs, grabbing your underwear in the process. Reaching up to remove your shirt and toss it over your head before reaching to take his own off as well.

His hands, rough from years of mechanic work, roamed across your body before spreading your legs apart. He fixed you with a look, giving you another chance to back out which you declined with the slight incline of your head, before dipping his head and attaching himself onto your arousal. A deep moan left your mouth, he was everywhere. Hands still exploring your body, tongue writing love notes across your clit before taking exploratory licks into your hole, his eyes locked on the expressions flittering across your face. It was too much, his ministrations leading you into your first orgasm faster than anyone, yourself included, had ever done before. Ensuring he drank everything you gave him he placed a small kiss on your clit before making his way back up your body to meet your lips again.

“pants off now” a whine of words, more than anything but unwilling to make you wait any longer he quickly disregards his pants and underwear in one motion leaving him exposed to you. He was pretty. Sized perfectly for his tall and lean frame, veins leading their way towards a perfectly pink tip. Grabbing your legs, looping his hands around your knees pushing them up to meet the sides of your chest and lining himself up with your now throughly dripping hole he slides himself in to the hilt not giving you much time to adjust to him as synchronized moans rack through both of your bodies.

“S-so good for me baby, jus fits in you so perfect” his hips start moving, just barely enough to be a noticeable amount of friction but also just enough to have constant stimulation hitting that one little spot inside of you. “Feels soo good hugging my dick so tight love” constant streams of his praises falling into your ears causing your second orgasm to rip it’s way through you without warning. The constrictive pulsing of your walls around him sending him over the edge just after you. Draining every drop of himself into you before pulling out to watch it drip out and down towards the sheets. Using his tongue to capture the fallen droplets and kissing your sensitive clit he finally dropped you legs and laid beside you.

Arms wrapping around your body to pull you into him, eyes meeting yours filled with a deep affection you were sure you missed before “you know I love you right” looking in his eyes you were sure you believed him, how could you not “when you say it like that, I don’t think I could believe anything else” returning his embrace with a small “I love you too” mumbled into the planes of his chest.

#shwrites #tokyo rev smut #Draken x reader #draken x black!reader #x black reader #shwriteskenryuguji #✞SOS. collab #one shot #long fic #tokyo revengers

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