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mncxbe · 5 months

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mhmmm, maybe stargazing together with Bram while listening too calm music? Tbh anything relaxing will do it for me ✿ (´ ᴗ｀) (here is a flower for u) Also if you do write for him, can you add that he has his full body (never thought id say something like that (｡･･｡) )

Sorry that i didn't see ur new post sooner, i was talking w friends <33

tysm for the flower sending one right back♡🌷 this was so sweet to write really melted my heart + I was listening to say yes to heaven while rereading it. perfect combo. hope you like it♡♡

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Stargazing

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ he's prettier than the stars

It's been a while since Bram has last spent a night gazing up at something other than the wooden lid of his coffin, so being here with you under the starry sky felt like his new heaven.

The little, glimmering dots of light adorning the darkness above reminded him of home, his castle back in Northern Europe, the life that has been taken for him. As if sensing his nostalgia, you gently intertwined your fingers with his atop the fluffy blanket on the ground.

"You like it, Bram?" you asked softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as you peered up at him through your lashes. He simply noded in response, raising your hand to his lips to place a kiss to your knuckles.

"Mo ghrá, it's truly wonderful. Thank you for bringing me here"

His gaze returned to the sky as he relished his newly found freedom, unaware of the little surprise you planned for him. You reached for your jacket, procuring your earphones and quickly connected them to your phone.

"Hold your hand out for me, love" you asked merrily and he complied, his brows quirking in confusion when you placed one of the earbuds in the plam of his hand.

Your partner inspected the strange object, holding it between his thumb and index finger "What's this supposed to be?"

"It's an earphone, Bram. Put it in your ear"

He obeyed, placing the object in his ear and immediately tensed up at the sound of the music flowing through it.

"Incredible" he uttered in disbelief "I knew Aya had something similar to this, but hers were connected through a wire. How does this work?"

"It's called bluetooth, honey" you giggled and laid down on the soft, checkered blanket, pulling him down by your side.

Bram rested beside you, slim legs entangling with yours as you shifted closer to him and placed your head on his chest. He prayed you couldn't hear his erratic heartbeat, the light hitch of his breath when you traced your thumb along his jawline.

"You're so pretty, Bram" you said softly, his chest swelling with love at the sound of your words "Prettier than the stars"

"You flatter me, mo ghrá, but the same goes to you." One of his hands tilted your chin up so that your face was level with his, scarlet gaze lingering on your lips "You're more beautiful than a thousand constellations falling into place, my darling" His thumb brushed lightly over your lower lip before you leaned in, kissing him briefly.

Pulling away, you rested your head back on his chest. Bram's arm wrapped tightly around you, pulling you flush against his frame. The music kept spilling into his soul, a melancholic, romantic tune that lulled him into a state of pure bliss; his brain felt fuzzy, as if he were drunk on your soothing presence.

You spent the next couple of hours like this, cuddled up against one another. From time to time, Bram pointed at different stars and constellations, telling you all sorts of myths and legends that coaxed you into a dreamy state. It was beyond peaceful, beyond serene; any notion of time besides the clockwork change of songs lost into the darkness of the night. Other-wordly. All that was left was you and him.

Surprisingly enough, Bram wasn't sleepy at all- he remained wide awake until the break of dawn. Only when the first rays of light creeped up on the horizon, washing away the gleaming stars and tinting the sky a peachy pink did he shake you gently, waking you up from your short slumber.

"Mo ghrá, wake up. It's time to go home" he said softly as you rose your head from his chest, lips stretching into a sleepy smile.

"Already? Damn... I must've fallen asleep. 'm sorry love"

You looked so pretty like this, droopy eyes and languid smile, face rosy-hued by the rising sun. He cupped your cheek and pressed his lip against your forehead. "Don't worry, I'm just glad you were here with me tonight"

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd bram #bram x reader #bram bsd

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mrsparrasblog · 16 days

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i don't wanna rush you or anything cuz u should take ur time. Just wanted to let you know that we NEED more Rudy and Alejandro content😭. Rudy is criminally underrated 🥲 like an obsessed Rudy crushing on mc? My heart-

Hey sorry that it took a bit to answer.💓 I love Rudy with all my heart💓 He is so underrated 💓and have many drafts of him, but I never had something where he was like obsessed , but I tried my best if you don't like it Im sorry :(, you didn't say if you wanted smut so I just wrote it without smut. I was half asleep writing this ngl😭

Anyways here 💓☀️🦋

Sweet as Cinnamon

Rodolfo was never one to fall for just a pretty face; he wasn’t shallow; he needed more. He always had that picture of the future Mrs. Parra in his mind. She needed to be soft, cute, romantic, and tolerant of everything. She needed to be a safe space from all the demons in Las Almas which haunted him.

When he turned 35, he almost gave up on his dream, too many failed attempts at dating. There were the ones who dated him to get closer to Alejandro, the ones who couldn’t handle him being a Sergeant Major, and then the ones who were too much involved with the cartel business.

And then one day he met you. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but it was almost as close. The way you carried yourself, your charisma, the way you laughed, and the way your eyes sparkled, you were perfect for him.

He didn’t want to do anything more than approach you and ask you out on a cute date, but this time he couldn’t fail, not with his lifelong dream. So he made the only rational choice and became your shadow, trying to find out everything about you while constantly nagging Alejandro about how perfect you were.

"You know you could always talk to her," Alejandro suggested, not seeing the bigger picture Rodolfo saw. It needed to be perfect; you needed to want him before he made attempts; it should be natural. So he found out everything about you: the way you liked your coffee, your favorite book (which he bought and read to have something to talk to you about), your favorite film, favorite food, and even your workplace. It wasn’t a surprise for him that a sweet thing like you owned a bakery; everything was freshly baked by you, and it tasted like absolute heaven to him.

When he watched you through the window, he imagined you staying in your kitchen, him wrapping his arms around you while you baked for him and your kids - it would be perfect. And you would never even come across the cartel; you were a delicate flower that needed to be protected and cherished, and who would do the job better than him?

The hard part was getting the men away from you who also wanted you. Of course, he knew you were a sight that would make every man weak in his knees, but you were already his, and the other men needed to understand that.

Some people underestimated him, thinking he was too short and not as muscular as Alejandro, but when the Sergeant Major stood at the poor men's door with a sinister grin and a firearm, telling them to never speak to his wife again, they listened. It made your love life absolutely miserable, but he was a good man; he only did this for you, and you would appreciate it at the end of the day when you finally could sleep in his arms, protected from the whole world.

After a year of preparation, he finally did it. He walked inside your bakery himself; the faint smell of cinnamon and fresh strawberries lingered everywhere; it was perfect. Of course, he knew your baked goods tasted good; Alejandro always brought him some, but he never went in himself. And the perfect girl you were, you were immune to Alejandro's flirting, one problem less.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you today?" you smiled at him, and his world stopped. You were even prettier from this perspective, flour on your face and that sweet little red apron. He wanted to marry you instantly, just carry you away and tie the knot, but he was a patient man, and right now, this was what he needed to be.

"Just some cinnamon rolls," and so it went on for weeks. Rudy became fast your favorite customer; he was always nice to you, funny, and left a good tip, like an extremely generous tip for just some cinnamon rolls. And if you were true to yourself, he was incredibly handsome, making you always blush like a girl with her first crush. Unfortunately, you thought he wasn’t interested in you. You always tried to flirt, but he never flirted back, or maybe he was just too obvious to realize it.

On Valentine's Day, you stayed the whole night away, baking red velvet heart cinnamon rolls just for him, a new creation, plus he would get a little heart on his cappuccino, which you tried to master for weeks.

He couldn’t contain himself when he saw this; he knew you were smitten, how you blushed and interacted around him. God, you were as obsessed as he was, but he needed to wait; he had his perfect plan.

He gave you his number just in case; Las Almas was never safe, and just so he could sleep calmly, knowing you’re safe, he said.

And surprisingly, a few weeks later, after you closed your little bakery, a man followed you on the way home. At first, you thought it was just imagination, but when you walked five times around the block and he was still there, you knew. So you did the only thing your mind comprehended: you called Rudy.

"Rudy, I'm being followed," you sobbed into the speaker while your feet practically ran.

Luckily, Rodolfo was there, shoving the guy away. If only you had known how he thanked his friend Fernando for scaring you a bit - he didn’t like this, but it was necessary. He wasn’t a bad guy; he saw himself as a determined man who would do anything for his future love.

If it were possible, your eyes would have turned into big cartoon hearts; god, he was perfect. Maybe you should try the first step, even if it's embarrassing, maybe he doesn’t like you.

"Thank you, Rudy."

"Don’t mention it, mi corazon." You blushed at this pet name, looking at him with your big doe eyes.

"Rudy, do you maybe want to stay the night to make sure he doesn’t come back?" And how could he say no to this opportunity? Well, he had your words already planned, but it still made something with him.

"Of course."

"Rudy?"

"Mhm?"

"You know, I thought about maybe we could-“ You stopped, feeling incredibly stupid. Rudy was perfect; how could he want someone like you, a normal person? But for him, you were everything but normal; you were perfect the way you were, the missing piece to his life.

"What can we do?"

"You know, get to know each other better," you mumbled beneath your breath, looking at the ground.

His calloused fingers pulled your chin up, forcing you to look into his beautiful eyes as his lips softly fell on yours. It felt like fireworks; if you thought you were kissed before - you weren’t, this was new, exciting, and perfect like in a Disney movie. "Like this, mi corazon?"

"Mhm, I like this way to get to know you."

"You don’t know how long I waited for this," he admitted, looking into your eyes as if you were the only thing keeping him alive; you were everything.

"I waited longer," you admitted, and he thought, if only you had known, how long he wanted you and chased after you, the things he did for you. And the only thing on your mind was if he only would have known how long you looked at him when he was still watching you from outside the bakery.

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #call of duty #tf 141 #rodolfo x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #los vaqueros #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare #tf141

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neverchecking · 10 months

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You could consider this a request but the idea was too good to pass and I'm sure you'll be feral and foaming at the mouth if it wasn't in ur req box the moment it actually opens. So I'm writing this here for you to keep in your inbox before I forget and you'll mull it over and keep it preserved until it's time for requests to flood in again—

Remember Sadistic Reader? I bring u this: Dom! Sadistic! Reader x Sub! (Any of the chain) 🧍‍♀️

A reader who, after their little vixen side is revealed, it comes into play in the bedroom. ESPECIALLY in punishments. Maybe darling goddess wasn't pleased at the method they used to rid off a vermin, or rather maybe they were upset how nearly reckless their way of handling the pest was that they nearly got themselves caught. Sure, they didn't get hurt or get caught in the end, but their safety was on a tightrope and Reader couldn't help but be concerned and if the poor Link brushes it off as it's fine? Boi are they having it in the bedroom.

But the twisted part is that they probs did it purposely too, because they were much too starved for reader's attention. Too bad Reader knows this as well, oh they know. But did they really have to go through such unnecessary lengths? It's a bit unfortunate, but none of them really thinks it's as unfortunate anyway; Reader knows they enjoy being edged for a long time like the freaks they are until when the time that they deemed fit to let them come undone comes, and Reader will sit back and enjoy them wither under her touch until the sun rises.

She could only wonder how Hylia, much less Zelda even— would think of seeing their chosen champions a withering mess before them without her even lifting a finger to touch them. But whether or not the musing was said aloud only falls on deaf ears, leaving Reader to relish the show of seeing her feral handsome guard dog be reduced to a pathetic puppy.

(u can make it freakier and make this the entire chain being punished and Reader is just watching them—)

Alright I'm out bye—

Bestie. My cinnamon apple. The absolute gem of my life.

This. Every part of this. I didn't necessarily do request more imagine-

So, imagine Reader just giving them the look the second they step back into the inn they've chosen to stay at. A look that just spells danger in bright flashing letters along with a sharp frown that shoots of a matching flare.

Imagine the Link immediately knowing that he's in deep shit the moment he sees that look. His ears are going back and his shoulders are hunched. His steps immediately become slower and he debates dropping to his knees then and there, begging for forgiveness right then and there.

Imagine Reader silently watching him, assessing him, waiting to see his reaction. When he doesn't give her one, she's scoffing softly before turning on her heels, beckoning him to follow with one finger calling him forward.

Imagine Link stumbling over his feet, staying just one step behind his Goddess, watching her ever neutral expression. It doesn't shift though. Doesn't give away anything. It's frustratingly even and doesn't give him anything to go off of. Should he plead with her? Beg her? Kiss the very ground she walks on for just an ounce of mercy?

imagine the Link tries to brush it off, heaven forbid, or even go as far as insisting that it was no big deal. He's waving a hand flippantly all while feeling a bead of sweat tickle his spine. This feeling of not knowing eats him alive. He hates it. But he wouldn't dare question, much less talk back to his Goddess. That would be a field day for the rest of the chain.

imagine the Reader's gaze turns razor sharp and her steps suddenly stop. He's stumbling over himself in an effort to keep the distance between them. She's stepping closer and closer before her fingers, intricately delicate but just as iron clad, are pinching his cheeks and pulling him closer to her own face. There's a look in her eyes that tells him everything he needs to know. She knows.

Imagine the Link immediately bowing before her, his face scrunched in terror as he tries to think of a way to fix the situation. He knew he was being sloppy. He knew that it would come back to his Goddess because he ensured it would. He just didn't expect for it to feel this way. Of course, he never wanted to worry her, never- that would be sacrilegious- but he had just felt so...withdrawn from her presence. Like an addict who had gone too long without a hit. And It was brutal.

Imagine Reader is doing nothing but watching him for a tense second. Determining what punishment is worthy enough of this crime. She cannot be too cruel. That would make her no better than that wretched Hylia. Or, heaven and hell forbid, Zelda. No, this had to be as fair as it would be memorable. Something that could be seen as enjoyable at first before the overstimulation buzzed their veins and poisoned their minds.

Imagine Reader tying their hands to the bedposts, along with the Link's ankles before teasing them unlike ever before. Dragging feathers up and down their dripping shaft. Circling the head of their cock with a small shard of ice and watching it melt in delicious little drips. Maybe even letting candles burn and fall around the plain of their stomach, watching it harden before doing it again.

Imagine Reader doing this over and over and over again, until the Link is little more than a whimpering mess, pleading with her for forgiveness. Crying that he would never do it again, never dream of worrying her like he had done. Singing his hail Mary's and howling her hymns. Being nothing but a broken soul for her to weave and knit into whatever she wishes. Whatever suits her cause.

Imagine Reader tauntingly cooing over how shattered he is beneath her. How she had him so tightly wound around her finger, ready to snap the second she let him. How she knows he knows that he is nothing like the hero Hylia had crowned. That Zelda had deemed worthy. He is nothing to them, but everything to her. And she'll cherish their souls and hearts. He knows she will.

Imagine Reader making damn sure the lesson is truly sticking before letting up even just the slightest.

Imagine the rest of the chain (Minus Wind of course) being able to do nothing but watch. To simultaneously both learn the same lesson and acknowledge a new one.

One being that Their Goddess is just as benevolent as she can be strict. Never malicious, and never vindictive, but insistent on them learning and living with the knowledge that she views them as worthy. Not as Heroes, but as people. Her followers.

And she would never let anything happen to her followers.

Someone recommended calling this the Sweet but Psycho AU and I'm kinda digging it.

#cinder rambles #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #legend of zelda #link x reader #loz

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plainemmanem · 2 years

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THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN ASK BUT I ENDED UP WRITING WAY TOO MUCH LMFAOOOOO

steve doesnt want u to think he only loves you for sex bc ur ex treated u like shit so he wont have sex until youre “100% sure youre ready” (in other words, youll have to be begging him to fill you up)

he knows exactly what hes doing too. of course he does also really care for you and wants to do things at your pace, but he also likes watching you need him. he knows youre his shy little princess who would never straight up ask him for something like that, so itll take about a week or two of him teasing you till your pupils are blown and your thighs are pressed together till you finally squeak out that youre ready for him.

“yeah? you want this baby?”

“youre sure?”

guiding you through it, undressing you and making sure you’re comfortable, telling you how much he loves you as he finally makes contact with your clit, slow circular motions. he touches you and opens you up for what feels like forever, hes in heaven. till youre begging him to fuck you.

“you want me inside you baby? let me open you a little bit more angel, be a good girl for me.”

“yeah? you want that? you want me to make love to my pretty girl?”

when he finally slides in and makes sure youre okay, he fucks you till youre dumb and then runs you a nice warm bath ❤️

it’s late at night and youre about to leave his house after hanging out and he says goodnight so sweetly with a shy little smirk and he gives you a little kiss on the temple and then one at the corner of your mouth and one on your lips and immediately you grab his shoulders and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. and then he’s really kissing you and grabbing your waist and breathing hard through his nose as you card your fingers throw the hair at the nape of his neck. he pulls back just a little like “you sure you want this?” because he knows how much you want it by the look in your eyes every time he even touches you and your pupils are blown wide and your lips are still swollen and you just look so desperate and steve literally would jump off a building in that moment if you asked him to. and you’re just like “steve please, i know you’ll take care of me. i want this so bad.” and then he’s grabbing your face gently with two hands and really looking at you, just taking you all in before he’s kissing you so slow in the hallway. you’re there for a minute or two and then you start grabbing at his shoulders and fisting his shirt and he’s dragging you to the steps, lips still locked. and then you’re both stumbling up the stairs together trying to keep kissing and eventually steve’s just like, fuck it, and practically drags you up the last few steps. and you’re giggling and laughing when you finally make it upstairs and he just pulls you into him and kisses your lips over your smile and then he’s peppering kisses all over your face and making you laugh as he drags you to the bedroom. he pulls you in and as you’re both coming down from your little high, he grabs your face one more time and he gives you a stern look like “you say the word and i stop, ok?” and you nod and he gives you one sweet little kiss before he’s pulling his shirt off first, to make him just a little more vulnerable and put you at ease. and he kisses you before helping you shimmy out if your top and it’s just very slow and thoughtful and methodical and loving and intentional with a lot of soft kisses and longing looks and little smiles. and he gets down on one knee to help you out of your pants and when he takes off your bra he kisses both of your shoulders and he can’t stop telling you how beautiful you are. you get so shy when he says it but he’s being so genuine it hurts. and then he’s kissing you as he takes you to the bed and he’s hovering over top of you and he’s like “listen, before we do this i just want you to know i really love you a lot ok? like… a lot a lot. like more than anyone. it’s scary how much im falling in love with you. so, this is vulnerable for me too, ok? this means a lot to me.” and he’s blushing and you can’t help from grabbing his face as he’s talking and running your fingers through his hair and you’re like “i love you, stevie. i don’t want to do this with anyone else. i feel really safe with you.” and the kiss he gives you after is so melty and warm and he’s holding you so so so tight and he’s just saying “i love you” over and over against your lips.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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ah- true- asdfghjkl (keep writing the response here)

Yes!! Yes!!! He truly didn't mean anything bad in the beginning, he was so caught of guard, he was so lost, but after accidentally doing it for the third time, he finally caught on <33 He can't help but enjoy the way you look at him during those moments,, it's just so,, exhilarating? Even he isn't too sure what he's feeling, but he can't deny that he likes it <333 pretty boy pretty boy,, afkjskjahd Yay!! Tysmsm Dove, hopefully we can go from pencil to pen <3333

Ooo, ooo, what about after seeing a pattern of him trying to get a reaction out of you, you would keep talking to and teasing Toge in front of Yuuta, pretending to be indifferent to whenever Yuuta tries to get you jealous and acting bratty?? :00 Trying not to show anything, but usually not long after you mark him up all prettily??? :0000 maybebringingTogealongtoenjoytheshow??

"your only weapon" I don't even think there is one in the first place, if there is one, it's made out of cardboard and tape...... I can't even abuse it if I tried, those words will never not be surreal to me 😭😭 /pos /hsrs.... /3⁄4 srs WHAT- ur so meaAnNNN

Yes yes,,, it feels like an invitation at times honestly, all the time hkfjdsf

Ahh no need to thank me,, urs were so good so I'm happy you like these snippets <333 /gen All urs!! /slight t

1)YES!! He will admit, he was shaken at first,, who were you?? where was he?? You weren't going to hurt him, right? Pleasedon'thurthim- but he didn't expect for you to fawn over him right away, showering him in more praise and love than he expected, he was oddly.. flattered? Happy, even? Someone likes him this much?? You even proudly showed him your photo and video collection- and you added to it too, the face when he makes when he cums is so pretty, his voice, the way he twitches, his stomach full of you is so pretty, his body being marked by you is so so pretty, he'ssopretty- He even starts learning to cook to make you happy, you both need to lay off of takeout, definitely not because he wanted you to praise him again, definitely not-

2) AH AH Yuuta eventually so deep in his devotion to you that he truly believes that the church is for you, even when you come confessing "sins" how can someone as holy as you be impure?? he can only think that you're rewarding him for his devout worship and loyalty towards you, and only you. When he talks about you to other "followers", he praises you of all praises, so crazed in his prayers to you that when your name slips from his mouth as his Heavenly Being, that he doesn't even notice the way the others faces change. Maybe you don't even know that he worships you, completely unaware of his thoughts towards you,,, sure, you and him are, uh, closer compared to other priests and followers, but there's just this way he looks at you that makes you sink deeper into your sins. ah, but what about angel!reader who first came just to see how well humans worship the Lord Deity, laying your eyes upon Yuuta praying on his knees, feeling an unfamiliar tug in your chest.. Yuuta eventually seeing you as the Almighty Deity, and despite trying to correct him in the beginning, you eventually embrace it. Even when the Heaven's tear away your wings, scalding pain jabbing at you unbearably- falling from Heaven for Yuuta is worth it, both beautifully devoted to each others worship.

3) (genital mentions [penis, clit, womb] but in a "he can change them like you can change clothes" kinda way if that makes sense at the end) You feel like you've been doused in cold water, you don't understand how you didn't see it earlier, whenever you two would watch a movie and you'd fawn over the characters, Yuuta suddenly looking more like said characters than before,,, maybe even saying little details you like on others (maybe some freckles, or what about dark eyes? Fuller lips? A pretty waist?) And he'd suddenly get them,, how didn't you see it?? You should feel horrified, scared, you should run away- but the way he seemed to have crumpled like ash in front of you, tears falling as he desperately clings to you, the pure horror in his eyes at the thought of you leaving him,, you're not too sure anymore. How he begs you to stay, saying how he can be whatever you want him to be,, do you want him to have a pretty penis to play with, a sensitive clit?? Or a womb for you to fill, making sure to breed him so well?? Would you like him taller? Shorter? What about hair? Blond? Black? Brown? He can do pink too! He'll do anything, please?? Well,, you can't help but feel at least a little tempted... he's such a lovely lover, you may as well give him a proper chance,,

4) AADJADFJLKSN HIM MAKING CUTE LITTLE CHRIPS WHENEVER HE GETS HAPPY 😭🛐🛐🛐🛐 You even teasingly call him a duckling sometimes whenever he follows you. Him trotting behind you with such cute looks in his eyes, pure and utter trust and adoration towards you <333 He's very clingy to you, but you have no complaints. He hates whenever you have to go out, but he knows he can't leave home, so he waits for hours by the door, crashing into you and wrapping himself around you tightly when you finally come back. Him nuzzling his head against you, wanting you to shower him in affection,, hhhh hes so cute omgomg 😭😭

5) :OO I'm so glad merman!Yuuta is back!!! <333 Him becoming much more clingy to you the more times you have to head out, he's your mate, so please stay with him longer :(( He's ready to be bred by you again, making more eggs for you so you can't leave him, so you have to take care of him.. you love kissing his slit despite how desperate he can be, even when he's so pent up that he's shoving your face against it, rutting heavily against your face, he still cries out for you to fill him up. He's been good, right? He's still only yours, for now and forever, so please stuff him full, he deserves it,, right?? You coming back from a hunt that was months long to find Yuuta waiting for you at the settlements entrance along with the other mates of your fellow mermen, his head peaking from the crowd and lighting up when he sees you. You barely get a hug back before he is clinging to you, panting in your ear as he whines about how much he missed you and loves you, not seeming to mind the fact that there are others right next to you two,,, barely making it to a more secluded area before you mark him up again, filling him up a few times before rushing back home to keep going <//3333 or hunter!reader keeping Yuuta as their prized possession, keeping Yuuta for yourself, not letting anyone see him,, Yuuta has been smitten to you for months after you captured him. He was panicked at first, but he finds himself drowning (lol) in you, happily doing whatever you'd like, feeling so much joy in indulging you as his mate <33

I tried to keep these as short as possible so I won't take up much space from this ask, but I got carried away with some despite still writing little, im sorry!! _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _

If I knew you were going to try to bite other areas, I would've included it in out 'contract' along with the neck and cheeks </33 /t /hj so please let me at least think those earmuffs will do something <//333 you're the only blind Dove that even thinks those thoughts, so I'm saying it's your fault >:(( /t /nsrs MY THIGH NOW AS WELL??? HELP????

-panna cotta

"(keep writing the response here)" ajhsjshdjdgdhd well, if you insist... /t /j

jssgdhdh,,,, when your hands roughly fondle him, perhaps even slightly choking him or forcing him to lick your fingers, demanding that he repeat who he belongs to,,, when you squeeze his body, almost leaving marks, growling that you warned him about the consequences in case of disobedience, and if he decided to behave like a spoiled brat, you're going to show him what people like him get,,,,, when you squeeze his cheeks, saying you're not angry at all, of course not, you just have to follow the rules, you know? for example, fuck him to such a state that he will no longer even think of trying to act against you, crying and writhing from hyperstimulation</3333 I hope we will move on to the fact that we will start considering you absolutely not a suspect, but given your behavior, I doubt that my dream will come true ://// /t /j

Toge quickly understands what's going on, but seeing Yuuta as such a naughty mess, trying to get your attention and acting up to attract you, is actually even exciting,,, in sense, Yuuta is usually so calm and collected that to see him go crazy and start acting spoiled when you get too close to Toge, since he is used to being the center of your attention and that you always look only at him, but he still understands that you are teasing him on purpose, and this only further overexcites him and his behavior<//33 Toge didn't even realize that he might have a thing for a jealous Yuuta who is trying to cling to you and get you out of yourself so that you take out your discontent on him and stop looking at others, but seeing him like that is kind of even hot??? when you click and invite Toge to look at Yuuta, since he is so desperate for attention and wants others to know that you belong to each other, besides, it would be a good way for him to compensate for how he constantly interfered with your communication if you demonstrate Toge that you really regret his behavior and that what a naughty brat he is,,,, Yuuta's ruddy face when Toge really agrees,,,,,,,,,

at the same time, this same Panna Cotta continues to tease me... yu know, you know, I really want to pinch your nose, and it's a pity that I can't do it >:<<< I'm just warning you that I have some nice blogs that can be blocked if someone doesn't take my gifs seriously, huh :/// /t /j /nsrs

right??? he looks like,,, I constantly want to make him be kidnapped and tamed while he looks at you with adoration and does everything for you, I do not know, this aura around him just makes him the perfect material for this :(((

hehehe~ thank you for meal<33333

1) Yuuta who finds himself strangely charmed by your tenderness and adoration, even if this is not exactly the situation in which he should think about it — but you are so loving and caring, doing everything for him, which strangely resonates with his own nature, looking for this unconditional blind love in which we constantly shower him,,, when you respect and listen to his wishes, give him the best, worship him, and Yuuta has always been very puppy-like when he was taken care of (and so indifferent to himself), that your praise and almost prayer when you kiss his neck, stroking his hips, assuring him that you will give him the whole world, makes his heart beat stronger not at all out of fear,,,, you are so gentle, so loving, so adoring that Yuuta can't believe that this is all for him, and he can't help but try to give you all the same, even if at first he wanted to run away — over time he just gets so used to this home routine that doesn't want to go anywhere and even more so to leave you. the thought that you may prefer someone else and, moreover, get tired of him, constantly makes him nervous, thinking about how to leave you forever — but when he sees that he is the only one in your eyes, it becomes much easier... listen, but when you see that everyone is looking for him and for a moment you begin to doubt whether it was right, of course, you have him, your partner, your Yuuta, but he's not unhappy that he left everything for you, right? he doesn't mind, does he?? you wouldn't want him to be sad, especially because of you, you want him to always know how adorable and amazing he is, and that you are absolutely in love with him and will do everything for him,,, but he was a famous one and probably used to his hobby / job, so what can you do to so that he no longer thinks about the past and thinks only about you??? of course, he tells you that he thinks only of you, especially when he whines delightfully after another orgasm, begging you to let him also serve you when you tie his hands, capturing his desperate face when he almost cries, even more adorable than in life, but you can't constantly make love with him so his thoughts were only about you, right?,,,,, right?

2) you can't help but be inspired when he gets down on his knees in front of you to prove his loyalty, even if you're sure it's wrong, — but when you squeeze his hair without interrupting his desperate act of service, even if he can't help but be awkward, having never done anything like this before, you feel too unreal, seeing how your sweetheart, previously devoted only to the Deity and people, now goes to everything for you, almost worshipping, promising that he will never leave you and will not allow you to leave him, swearing that this is a promise in the face of the Deity, that he will follow you anywhere, and you really can't dismiss it when his eyes are so drunkenly shining; stealing your kisses while no one sees and greedily kissing you in the semi-darkness, shyly squeezing your hand with his wet one because of excitement, asking you in a trembling voice to follow him so that he can listen to you,,,, but Yuuta who simply does not believe that there can be something even more delightful and divine in the world than you, even if you know that such words are blasphemy — you cannot try to threaten him with punishment when he looks at you with such adoration that you cannot resist this temptation, demanding that he bow down before you, that you must be the only thing in his heart, and you will be expelled for it, but even knowing this, you cannot stop, desperately kissing his lips and pressing him closer, hugging him not at all like an angel should hug his ward, but rather like a spouse is hugged, and Yuuta can't help but blush because of this, but can't help but burn with this excitement and excitement, even if it's a sin,,,,, angel!Yuuta who comes to see the world, but meets you and gives up everything just to stay with you; maybe even uses his powers to convince you that he is an important messenger of the Deity and you should listen to him and accept his commandments, since he sees that you have a chance to become another angel, but instead you defile him by kidnapping and deciding to keep him for yourself, since you have never seen someone so amazing and something inside you demands that he stay with you forever, and you don't see the point in resisting this thirst, wanting him, and Yuuta can get out, — not that something mundane could stop him — but he even feels shamefully enthusiastic, encountering something like this for the first time and not wanting to harm you or resist,,,, you are so weak and gentle and full of adoration, even if your methods are outdated for this era and a little strange, but as long as you are willing to listen to him, he doesn't mind, you know? even if your way of getting him to be obedient is a little hasty — that's what only spouses should do, you know? — he shyly agrees, believing that he is doing everything for the sake of raising a new angel, even if he subconsciously understands that he has been indulging you for a long time and longs for you not at all because he wants you to leave him one day,,,,

3) mention of bottom!reader the way he starts to cry less, seeing that you don't look so scared and annoyed, even thinking in response to his suggestions, only to start smiling when you ask if he understands that you still can't forgive and accept him right away,,, when you cannot deny that you are becoming somewhat dependent on his ability, constantly using it to play with him, caressing his leaking precum dick, not letting him cum, asking him to tell you why you are punishing him, biting his sensitive neck, sliding lips over his pretty shoulders while he sobs, since he can't utter a word because of the gag;;; when you let him cum only after his red clit swells and becomes painfully sensitive due to constant denial, praising him that he is so pretty, maybe you will even think of riding his cock somehow, but instead you turn him over on stomach, resting his wet ruddy face in a pillow to stuff his cute throbbing womb, hungry for no less attention and squeezing you tightly even when it's full of you, trying not to let anything leak out, but even when you push a plug inside his pretty hole, it doesn't help</3333,,,,,, listen, but when you ask him to show you what he considers a real face and Yuuta is horrified, refusing, saying that almost all changelings have an ugly appearance and even if it is selfish, he would rather live with you with the appearance of another than show you his own, not wanting you to be disgusted with him, but as you ask him to change something in his appearance, he catches himself with guilty pleasure thinking that he is becoming like his real self, although you clearly have not seen his real appearance — you make him beautiful to your taste,,,, </33333

4) he builds a nest in your bed when you are away for a long time, as your smell soothes him from suffocating loneliness, even if soon you find nests everywhere in the apartment, especially in spring, when his life cycle says "it's time to get ready for eggs", only instead of eggs he drags you there,,, or when you wake up because your back is being scratched, only to realize that Yuuta is half asleep trying to clean your "wings" because he believes that his partner is next to him, but you only enjoy affectionate, gentle strokes, not considering it necessary to wake him up because of this, even if the next morning he says that he dreamed about cleaning your wings,,,, or when he thoughtfully cleans his wings and then you walk around the house with him to remove the fallen feathers, since he still forgets that he has to collect them and throw them away,,,,, when he gives you a gift of his feathers like a dream catcher,,,,,,,,, or when you sleep with him, but he's so hot that you get too warm, although he's still good to warm you if you understand me...

5) merman!Yuuta, who is getting acquainted with the concept of oral sex for the first time and becomes obsessive about it,,,, let you lick his slit? stick his head between your thighs? he could spend hours just to serve you and always so enthusiastically rubs against your face when you want to take care of his — how much he has become addicted to it is almost unreal</333 shark!Yuuta who thinks you're kind of fucking breathtaking and tries to shyly court you by bringing shiny things and fish just to get you closer to him, but you think he's trying to mate with you — but hey, you're okay with that, even if he seems shy when you find a more comfortable place to you are to mate with him, pressing him against a stone or wooden building to stuff him and make sure that his slit will swell by the time you are done with him, if only he would stop scaring the villagers, — only so that he will soon come back to you with gifts, shyly looking out from under the water, but when you try to understand why he came back, Yuuta first blushes and looks away, then squints and timidly slightly opens the slit, and you are even amazed at how lustful and greedy sharks are, not realizing that Yuuta decided that you probably find friends this way, and he really doesn't mind to mate with by you if it's a friendly thing for you,,,, as a rule, shark mating is rough and bloody, but you were so gentle and careful caressing him before you started rubbing that he can't understand if you are reacting to his courtship or you just think of him as a friend — maybe he's just not your type and you're not sure that his cubs will be strong? or do you need more time to start a relationship?? or is he thinking too deeply about it??? listen, but you know that some species of sharks can turn from males to females with age, right? listen, yuuta, whom you thought was your boyfriend, at some point explains to you that no, he's still a guy, it's just that now he has a pretty womb that you can stuff instead of a beautiful cock, but not that it changes anything, right? (wrong, you were in shock when you woke up and realized that something was... wrong... with your partner</333)

6) Yuuta, who turns out to be a victim of stalker!slime!reader, since he is so cute and good that you want to wrap yourself around him and make sure that he feels good, so you can't resist the temptation when he gets a wet dream — and are happy to help him just to find out that Yuuta is into monsters and doesn't mind a few appendages at all, even if at first he chokes and whines while you caress him everywhere, ready to lose consciousness from hyperstimulation<333

I'm rather dissatisfied — why so little??? why did I read all this so quickly??? huh huh huh🤨🤨🤨 disappointing, disappointing, try again :/// /hj /hj /neu don't apologize, sun, who doesn't like a lot of favorite text??? all the dissatisfied have long been removed or received an automatic readmore🙄😒

but you didn't know~ so well that you still underestimate me<33 no♡ have I ever deceived you? so how can I lie now? it's hopeless, dear<333 it's your fault, of course. don't you have such pretty ears??? If you didn't have them, I wouldn't bite you!!! after all, you seduce me with them, you know? first you tease and then you say that I can't even bite you in return!!! such a Mean, such an Evil panna cotta... :((((( /t /j I've been targeting them for a long time, glad to get the opportunity to finally bite!!!😋😋😋 CHOM—

#[📂] — voice from under the bed #❖.my jewelry #.spicy♡#✮.panna cotta <3 #🥮 — jujutsu kaisen #✉.yuuta okkotsu

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mileenasfavourite · 2 years

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blueberries : chapter 4

(pairing: Renata Glasc x E)

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What time is it ? is it morning already ? it doesn't matter anymore, my body is engulfed in her big muscular arms. God, time flies so fast when i'm with her. And that smell... that wonderful smell... shit. it's happening again. i'm falling. I remember us having an argument yesterday, and now...well, we're sleeping together. it's kinda funny to me.

I try to not giggle too loudly and decide to act as if i were still sleeping as i feel her hugging me thightly against her warm skin. I wouldn't mind staying like that for a whole day...

" I know you're awake. "

Damnit, i thought she wouldn't notice.

" look at you holding me so close to you, are we on familiar terms now ? " i asked putting myself even closer to her body, gently caressing her hips.

" we passed that milestone a long time ago, don't you think? " she answered back.

I laughed at her answer while she gently put her protestic arm on my head and stroke my hair, ending up dropping a kiss on it.

" Renata Glasc is such a romantic woman " i said, kinda teasing her.

She doesn't answer. That woman is an enigma. she never talks about herself, her tastes or her hobbies outside work. She's so intriging. She slowly detaches herself from me to sit down. Her arms and her back are filled with scars. They're all so big and deep... it hurts me knowing she got hurt that many times. What possibly happened i thought to myself. As i were about to touch one of her scars with my finger she suddendly grab my wrist so hard and her eyes that were filled with so much love a few seconds ago were now dark.

" I-i'm sorry Renata i should have asked before touching you. "

Renata seemed like she was lost in her thoughts for a few seconds, as if she was asking herself if she could allow me to touch her, if it was really safe for her to let me be this close. She slowly came back to herself and when she noticed how red my wrist was she jumped and fastly let go looking at me with worries in her eyes.

" I didn't mean to hurt you i apologise, those scars you see, they're deep, both literally and metaphorically. See that one ? " she said grabbing my hand and puting it on one of her scar on top of her chest. " It's from my first experience ever. I was young and wanted to be the best at what i was doing. Needless to say it's the last time i forgot to put protections on. "

I let out a

She didn't say anything back. Renata turned around to hide the tear that was slowly falling down.

" No one has ever said that to me before " she said.

" Well, there is a first time for everything right ? " i said back.

Renata turned around to face me again, and kissed me. While i was kissing her back she put her hands on my back and i put mine on her cheeks. The sensation feels like heaven, feels like home.

" Stay with me " she simply said, very seriously.

" What ? "

"Become my partners "

"Renata wait" i answered

"I'm being serious here " she said.

" I'm flattered by your proposition and i feel the same for you and i really do want to be your partners but maybe we should get to know each other before starting something ? "

"You've been working for me for the last 3 years,we already know each other enough to start something,and we'll know more with time" she answered.

" You look like a teenager in love Renata " i said.

" Well i do hope it's a compliment " she asked.

"Yes"

"Then i'm flattered Pet" she answered back.

" Let's get to know each other more Madam Glasc, i'm sure it will be beneficial "

" Sigh, alright, but only because you're beautiful " she said, agreeing to my demand.

I couldn't help but laugh. That woman will be the death of me. And here we are, in each others arms, laughing together. Maybe this is what love is. But as Renata said, only time will tell..

We stayed in the same position all day long. Hugging. Kissing. We even made love several times, only to hold each others closer everytime after. And just as i thought this whole history would just be a phase, i think it's in fact, it's just the beginning..

#renata glasc #league of legends #renata glasc x reader #renata league of legends #original character #Spotify

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universallychaoticpan · 2 years

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Ur fic 'blood and Oil' and the one were s/o is fem fatale is frracksn AMAZING u know its VERY RARE to find a fic were y/n is a BADASS BITCH🖤 like damnnnnn give me all those brain riot plssss

Okay maybe a fic were Dazai's y/n is a badass bitch too?? Like y/n's power can rival chuuya.

Okaay thats all have a nice day❤ sending tons of loves💗💗💗

Anon, I have to tell you writing badass self inserts is such a treat for me; like for real, it's sooo much funner to write lol. (Also idk if this was intentional but brain riot seems like the best way to describe a badass y/n so I shall be using this now, ty.)

My long winded point to say I am more than delighted to write this, and I hope you enjoy. Bear with me, since this will probably blend into two parts. Thank you so much, <33

Osamu Dazai was Yokohama's nomad; he wheeled about and roamed like the breeze, leaving little behind, a paper trail of puzzle pieces in his wake. He was as loved as he was feared, and depending on who you were, he was as loyal as a knife in the hands of a deceiver.

A nomad indeed, and a dangerous one.

But where there are these legends of the midnight streets, there are the ghosts that haunt the byways, glowing embers falling from cigarettes as the smoke stained the sly curve of a lip. Like him, you were known among those who aided you. You kept your name out of mouths that could hurt you, the barrel of a smoking gun all the promise you needed.

Like dark water you ran, cold and secretive, your every word tantalizing and tempting as the apple in the garden. You were no mafia agent; not anymore at least. He was a formidable opponent; you yourself were a treacherous one. Together, however, the two of you could've forged heaven and ruled hell with smiles; the years between you setting in place every thing either of you would need to know.

He knew your subtle shows of power, the way you left your throat exposed in a challenge to the world. He knew the sure smirk that crossed your lip at the anticipation of a good fight, and the way you handled blade, beauty, and the weight of supernatural ability with ease.

He knew the way you'd grit your teeth and bit back your pain, keeping the bile of agony in and under the supple skin of your lip.

It was the face you wore now; sizing up your enemy, relaxed even in battle. Through your enemies he saw the way your body moved in perfect anticipation of every breathe. In your own way your bones rolled beneath your skin, the only evidence of your presence in a single place the splash of crimson that followed and the crash of a body as it fell to the ground. You seemed to dance with your weapon, your ability coming and going, illuminating you as you grew ever closer to the man you were after. You created destruction in the most brilliant way; Yokohama's storm tearing through their enemies, searing bone with the lightening of your fury.

And then there he was; red hair and blue eyes, watching your approach as you sent his men to death's door without so much as a glance behind you.

"If we could," you smiled, brushed a bit off dirt from your face, "let's hurry this up. Some of us do have places to be tomorrow."

"Never thought I'd see you, the agency's little lapdog, y/n. You always were above this when you were with us. Dazai too."

"Oh definitely above this," you shot back. Despite your words and the sharpness in them, you were as relaxed as ever. "All those years spent doing Mori's dirty work. Well, Nakahara, seems you got what you wanted; luxury life, and the both of us out of your way.

No one left to compete for space on Mori's lap."

Your face was hard ans unyielding; your eyes were dark and sharp, cunning sitting heavy on the crook of your brow.

The scene was yours; a god of perfect destruction;

Dazai's place of worship at your battle ground.

Slowly, you backed him against the wall behind him, your breath hot at his ear as you lifted a knife to his throat; it was cold as your gaze.

You had no love for the messenger.

"I don't miss, Nakahara. We both know that. So I'll tell you what, lapdog; I'll cut you a deal.

Option one," you began, pulling away and trailing the blade acorss your fingers, "you stay out of my way. You quit trying to find me, you stop relying my every move to Mori, and we go out separate ways. Or," you continued, tossing the knife between your hands, "you continue being a pain in my ass. You keep tailing me, sending your men after me, and I keep getting rid of them until, one way or another I work my way back to you and get rid of you myself."

"Mori doesn't give up, y/n. You know that."

His reply was swift and short, the inky dark around you hiding every word from the prying eyes of the city.

"Then I'll be another problem for him. You know my history, Chuuya; you and Dazai are the only two besides Mori who know the truth. But I left the Mafia. I left and I'm not going back.

I can't. So the choice is yours.

I don't want to have to kill you, Nakahara. Truly, all I want is to move on. But I've always done what I needed to to stay alive. So all I can do is hope you can stay away from me from now on."

Turning your back on him, you began your quiet retreat back to the quiet place you called home; you left Chuuya behind you without another word, heavy with the thought of having to kill a friend. At times, you wished you could be content with the life you had: a mafia heir, Dazai and Chuuya at your back as the three of you stepped into the power that was your birthright.

But that life was dead and gone; it had died with a death, a betrayal, and the Yokohama's storm and nomad abandoning such things. It had ended as you'd fallen in love, your fight never ending all the while. Your life was no longer one of your head held high; no longer the story of someone feared, and yet, not of someone loved either. You ruled the places, the hours, the moments that split time down the middle.

Yokohama's storm indeed.

#chaotic pan's brain riot #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #bsd #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader

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reidslovely · 3 years

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hello! do you think you could maybe write a nsfw blurb or something where like reader has lots of hair *down there* and is insecure about it but then Spencer reassures her that she's still beautiful? Thank you love ur content !

Natural Beauty

Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Blurb

Content Warning: Oral sex (female receiving), implied male receiving oral. I’m sure I’m missing something, let me know!

Disclaimer: Pubic hair is natural! With this blurb I’m not trying to say it’s a bad thing. It is nothing to be shy or embarrassed over, it is your body do what you want with it. Also I’m so sorry if this is nothing like what you wanted :( My brain is stew b/c of university right now.

NSFW BELOW 18+ ONLY

“Spence.” (Y/N) whined, as her boyfriend climbed into the bed, a mischievous smile on his face. Nesting himself between her legs, his hand rubbing the inside of her thigh.

“Yes angel?”

Spencer’s voice was sweet and low, arousal evident in his voice. It had been three long weeks since she had last been touched by her boyfriend. The BAU was a mean job when it came to their sex life. “Not tonight, tomorrow. I promise.” (Y/N) pulled Spencer from between her legs, her lips finding the corner of his mouth.

Spencer’s lips found her quickly, locking their lips together. Her giggles filled his mouth, her hands holding his face in the kiss. He pulled away, confusion on his face.

“So what’s really going on?” The question pinged in her chest; he was too good at this. A wave of embarrassment swallowed her whole. This was nothing to be embarrassed over, pubic hair was a natural thing. However, in the handful of months they’d been together, she had always made sure she was clean shaven. That there wasn’t a stray hair anywhere, it was usually an all day event. (Y/N)’s shoulders slumped and she averted her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips.

“I..I haven’t…” She looked at him tilting her head. “I haven’t shaved.”

Spencer was obviously biting back a laugh, which didn’t help the way she was feeling. “Fuck you..” She said starting to move away, Spencer hands gripped her thighs. A small smile now decorating his face. “You think I really care about that?” He whispered against her thigh, looking up at her with the sweetest brown eyes.

“Well, yeah. I just, I don’t feel like you want me if I have hair down there.”

He looked truly offended, moving his body back. (Y/N) had to admit, the statement didn’t make much sense at all. If Spencer could find a way to eat her out and have it pass as a nutritional meal...he’d never eat real food again. “Angel, I don’t care if you shave down there or not. We don’t have to do anything obviously, but if that’s what is stopping you. I swear to you I don’t care.” Spencer kissed his way from her shoulder to her neck. “In fact, I prefer it.”

Another wave of warmth washed over her, in a different sense this time. She let out a little moan at this, her head lulling back, and legs spreading in response. “Are you sure?” Spencer whispers, lifting his head to look in her eyes.

(Y/N) smiled, nodding her head enthusiastically. “Yeah, knock yourself out, Spence.”

Spencer lowered himself back between her legs, his favorite place in the world. (Y/N) lifted her hips as he pulled her underwear down her legs. She watched him closely, as he smiled dumbly. Taking a quick inhale of her underwear. Giggling, she covered her mouth and let her head fall back on the pillow, as he sucked his way up her thigh. “This is really what you were worried about?” Spencer rubbed his nose against the hair, breathing her in again. (Y/N) nodded, biting her lips, wallowing how foolish she had been.

(Y/N) let out a small noise of confirmation. Her eyes screwed shut as his tongue slid between her folds, stopping right before her clit. Spencer peered up at her, teasing her with his stillness. “Please” The beg rolled off her tongue easily, her hips rolling a bit wanting friction. Spencer gave in, she was too cute to resist. His tongue circled her clit slowly, he wanted to worship her, relish her. Show her she was beautiful. Another small whimper left her body, feeling Spencer’s middle finger tease her hole a bit. This was heaven, her head was thrown back against the pillow, her heels dug into his sides as she pulled him closer to her center. Losing her breath as he slid his middle finger in her, his tongue pressed flat against her clit, making her wait.

Her brain couldn’t process much more, between the slow thrust of his finger and the new feeling of him sucking her clit. (Y/N) came hard against Spencer’s face and finger, her hair gripping his short curls. Her chest heaved, keeping her eyes screwed shut. Spencer kissed back up her body, dropping on top of her. Pressing her lips against her neck helping bring her down, (Y/N) smiled at him. Her hands found his hair, beginning to scratch his scalp.

“Y’know..” Spencer leads, looking up at her. “I haven’t shaved either.”

(Y/N) smiled up at the ceiling before looking at him. “I wanna see.”

#spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #bambi answers anon #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds smut

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blahkugo · 3 years

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𝟑 ༒ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔫

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tōru oikawa — dirty talk

a/n: tōru “steal ur bitch” oikawa. i apologize for yet another cucking fic (no i don’t) <3 thank you to @theygottheircages for that last line ( ˘ ³˘)♡

wc: 1.4k

cw: adultery, degradation, slapping, oinks being a bastard

Your fall from heaven began with a glance. It was nothing more than an accident, a stare held one second too long to be anything other than romantic. But the moment you laid eyes on him—batted fluffy lashes up towards this divine bringer of light—you knew it was much too late to avoid being blinded.

He feeds you the apple in slices.

A smirk, the graze of his knuckles on your bare skin, an effortless tick of his jaw that keeps you pondering for days to come; Oikawa is a master manipulator. It’s so sweet, so innocent, when he swipes a thumb across your cheek to retrieve a lost eyelash, but those same fingers send shivers down your spine.

It was manageable—harmless fun, even. Your relationship suffered naught from the temptations, because, if anything, it made you more eager for Issei. The little traipses with temptation only urged you to kiss your fiancée harder, to love more passionately, to grip him with a ferocity each and every time he held you in that unwavering grasp of his.

But the snip was inevitable, wings torn off in a haze of lust and immorality.

You should have seen it coming, should have bitten the hand that fed you. Because once that wretched apple was gone, he had nothing more to give you. But you asked for more, practically begged for the precarious situation you now find yourself in—Ambrosia-soaked fingertips pressed against your eager tongue.

“You’re slobbering all over me,” he smirks, pressing deeper, “it’s disgusting.” The Devil has a way of making the crudest remarks sound regal, alluring and utterly irresistible even as he promises eternal damnation.

You mewl around his digits, pleading for the mercy of sweet release; Oikawa only laughs, nudging your legs apart with his free hand and diving straight for your pretty lace panties. He doesn’t have to check to know you’re drenched, a patch of slick soaking through the skimpy article and trailing your thighs. Any lesser reaction would be a disservice to his sanctity.

“What should I do with you?” He questions, expectant, though his fingers remain lodged inside your mouth. A knuckle curls and unfurls against your clothed slit—teasing, maddening. “Hm?”

“Fuck me,” your words are garbled around him, “please.”

The plea doesn’t sway him, finger still lazily circling your bud. He seems to be contemplating his next move, deciding how to debauch you further. Your room feels small, held captive by the dizzying scent of pink pepper and rum—his cologne.

Oikawa has never been an entity that sits by the sidelines. No, like water in any container, wherever he is he fills with himself. He is too grand not to be the center of attention, too illustrious to ignore. You can swear up and down that you were already much too enamored to take heed of his presence, but it’d be a lie all the same.

“Don’t get all dazed on me now,” he snaps, slapping at your clit. The whine that leaves you should be illegal, a high-pitched huff of air that makes you sound depraved. “Why should I bother with Mattsun’s leftovers?” He tilts his head ever-so slightly, soft brunette locks tousling with the movement. It’s an action wholly unsuitable for someone so wretched.

The mention of your poor, sweet fiancé sends a rush of guilt through you—at the weight of what you’re about to take part in. Leftovers. That’s all you are to the Devil before you, all you’ll ever be. And yet, the shame brings with it a new wave of heat to your core.

As humiliating as it may be, you have no choice but to heed the warning. You may have been able to refuse him, had you been stronger, more sound in your principles. But too much of your soul belongs to him already, too many nights spent yearning and aching for this very moment.

That’s why—with a trembling voice, body ablaze with greed—you begin your oblation,

“Tōru.” You attempt to call as sweetly as possible, stretching his name even as your voice remains muffled around his digits. Though his face stays steady, arrogant smirk sitting proudly, you swear you feel a slight twitch in his fingers. “Need you inside me,” a pout, paired with a soft graze of his bare bicep, “m’so wet for you, p-please.”

It’s enough to set him off.

Oikawa doesn’t bother stretching you out; whether it’s because he’s well aware how most of your nights with Issei end—panting beneath the sheets—or because he simply doesn’t care to, you’re unsure. But instead of nudging his fingers into you, he simply sinks his cock in, fast and heavy, digits of his left hand still hooked onto your pliant tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses sharply, “how are you this fucking tight?” Tears cloud your vision, your lower half bursting with pain as you instinctually attempt to scramble away, but Tōru’s free hand now rests at your waist, clutching you tightly against him.

“Tōru!” The tears flow freely down your cheeks now. “Shlow– ah, slow down!” Even as you cry out, you know the words are meaningless. Every twinge of pain makes you drool, every slap of heavy balls against your slit urges you to wrap your legs around his middle and pull him closer. It seems Oikawa knows it, too.

“Cute.” It’s his favorite word for you, a compliment that used to make your eyes grow wide and your skin prickle with pride. Now, it sounds like nothing more than a sneer—praise for a favorite pet.

Despite your pleas, the pace Oikawa sets is relentless. When he finally frees your mouth, it’s only to slather slick fingers across your face. There’s a tap at your cheek—once, twice—the palm of his hand slapping softly before gripping at your jaw. He bends to meet the shell of your ear, nipping at it with sharp canines before whispering,

“Mattsun told us all about how much you love to play the good girl.” You draw a sharp breath, but Tōru only snickers. “It ‘hurts so bad,’ right?” A sharp thrust, a mewl from you. “I’d play along,” he grunts when your nails dig into his back, “but I want to see that look on your face.”

There’s a throbbing now, a wrench in your gut that has nothing to do with how hard Oikawa pounds into you. Issei—sweet and doting, the perfect man to settle down with—has shared your most intimate moments with this bastard? It’s wrong, to criticize an angel’s minor sin while (quite literally) in bed with the devil, but you can’t help the hurt.

“There’s that face,” he declares proudly, lips quirking into a sly smile. “Now, I want to hear it. Why are you panting like a bitch in heat?” His fingers press bruises into your waist. “Why are you pulling me closer?” Sweat drips off your bodies, the heat and humidity clouding your brain. “You beg and you cry, but really, you love being fucked like this.” When your eyes roll back, he slaps your cheek once more. “Don’t you?”

The fingers at your waist move all at once, grazing your thighs before circling rapidly at your bundle of nerves. You don’t think you can speak, want nothing more than to deny the goading, but the pleasure makes your head foggy and your tongue loose.

“I-I do! I do!” The irony of the those two words—of the fact that you’ll be whispering them to your beloved in only a few days, isn’t lost on you. “Fuck- Tōru, I love being f-fucked like this.”

“Atta girl!” Oikawa laughs louder now, a bellowing that rumbles his chest, sweat-soaked skin strained tightly against your own.

You once thought yourself Eve, led awry by the temptations of a fallen angel. You thought yourself holy and misplaced in your naive trust of the figure before you. But what of Lilith? What of the demoness, the woman disgraced long before the Devil could dishevel her?

“Now, why don’t we call up Mattsun and let him know just how much of a slut you are?”

Angels of a feather fall together.

#oikawa x reader #toru oikawa #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #tw slapping #tw adultery #tw degradation

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smellsfaintlyofvanilla · 3 years

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Headcannon of a poly relationship w fem Y/N, Mikasa, and Annie? Like the relationship dynamics and what a normal day would look like? If u include a NSFW dynamics I wouldn’t mind👀

BUT IF YOU DON’T HAVE TIME I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND 💗💗💗 love ur posts and have a nice day😇💞

Sure thing anon! Also, thank you, and have a nice day as well!

Mikasa Ackerman x Reader x Annie Leonhart: HCs

AU: Canon

Warnings: None

(SFW)

Surprisingly, being in a relationship with these two can get quite hectic sometimes, despite the fact that they're both pretty calm people by themselves

They are fiercely protective over you sometimes. Even if you are just as good of a soldier as you are, they will be defending you left and right

They usually stick by your side during missions, making sure that the three of you are near each other at all times, that way you have each others' back

But they don't just defend you against titans, no, they will defend you against anyone

They show their protectiveness differently, though

Annie is generally more relaxed about it than Mikasa is, and on top of that, Annie is very physical when it comes down to it, but Mikasa is more verbal about it

For instance, if a training partner is being too rough on purpose, it wouldn't be a surprise for Annie to quietly ask to speak with them after practice, only to show up to breakfast with a black eye the next morning

Or, if, heaven forbid, someone else start coming on to you, Mikasa will pull them aside for a stern talking to, telling them to back off. And, since it's Mikasa, they always listen

Even Instructor Shadis isn't safe. If they feel he's being a little too hard on you during training, one or both of them will talk to him, using their wits to convince him that you're in no fit to keep training for the day, and then joining you in bed once he excuses you

After a while, people start to learn that it's best to stay on good terms with you, unless they want to make enemies with two of the strongest soldiers in the 104th

Though, they are great listeners when it comes down to it. If you think they're being a bit too overbearing, they'll back off

They both love you and respect you a lot, and would hate to do anything against your wishes

They're both very aloof people, but around you (in private, that is) they're both really soft

Mikasa's love language is quality time, so you can expect her to be near you at most times, reminding you of her presence every now and then just to remind you that she's here for you. She doesn't need to say or do much, she just wants to be close to you, physically and emotionally

Meanwhile, Annie's love language is, surprisingly, physical touch. She'll constantly be having her shoulder up against yours, or her hand gripping yours, or, if you're really lucky, she'll show one of her rare moments of vulnerability, embracing you tightly and clinging onto you until she's satisfied

The three of you, while caring deeply about your friends, value the moments where you all get to be completely alone, not having to worry about the gazes of others on you

Cuddle piles (subsequently leading to long, comfortable naps) are quite common

Mikasa, being the nurturing type she is, will gently pull you and Annie closer into her sides, tucking yours or Annie's head onto her chest or into the crook of her arm, keeping you warm and close to her

It's at these moments, too, that Annie isn't afraid to seem vulnerable or meek, curling into Mikasa's side and draping an arm or a leg over the ravenette's body

Or, sometimes, if either Mikasa or Annie isn't present, the other one will pull you to rest against their chest, letting you fall asleep against them while they wait patiently for the other one to show up

Sometimes, though, when they do show up, they'll take a short moment to fawn over your sleeping form, discussing how cute you look when you sleep, and how lucky they are to be in a relationship with both you and the other

As I've mentioned a little earlier, Mikasa is the nurturing one of you three

If you or Annie get hurt, she's at their side at an instant, treating their wounds with such a gentle touch, as if her lover was made of glass, and would break at any touch just a tad too harsh

Sometimes, Annie gets insecure about your relationship, feeling like she isn't great at opening up and showing emotions/vulnerability, and that the two of you seem so much more content when she isn't around

Which leads you and Mikasa to share a quick glance before you rush over to comfort her, hugging her gently and whispering just how much she means to you both

And that was the first time either of you—or anyone for that matter—had seen Annie cry.

But neither of you make any huge notice of it, instead just pulling her closer, wiping her tears away with your hands

A daily routine between the three of you always starts very early in the morning, due to Annie's habit to always get some running in before training starts

And, within about a week of dating her, Mikasa joined her

You were... less enthusiastic about waking up early just to exercise, so often, you would just stay in bed

And, ever since you made it clear that you prefer the extra hour of sleep over a run in the early morning hues of dawn, they started to speed their run up, taking it from a light jog to a running pace, just so they can get back to the barracks to spend an extra thirty minutes in bed with you before the official wake-up time

During breakfast time, you'll usually sit with Eren and Armin, just so Mikasa can spend some time with her friends (which is surprisingly scarce between her relationship and her training/duty as a soldier), though sometimes you'll let Annie sit with Reiner and Bertholdt. She never really says much at all to the two, but you know she likes to be in their presence sometimes, so you and Mikasa never pestered her about it

Unfortunately, the three of you are seldom ever partnered with each other, but more often than not, you'll be able to pester Shadis into letting you three train together

In that case, you usually forgo the actual instructions in favor of Annie teaching you and Mikasa her martials arts technique

After a long day of training, the three of you will often go straight to bed, too exhausted to do anything else, but sometimes, you'll sneak out after dark to spend a little quality time together

Usually, you do something simple and relaxing, just enough to truly unwind you from the days activities

Sometimes you'll go for a walk, other times you'll climb up onto the roof to stargaze, or sometimes you'll even just huddle up under a tree for a while

But no matter what it is, there's always a conversation

Since moments alone like this are few and far between, the three of you take the time to talk about anything and everything

The future, the present, or even the dark past they both seemed to share

You'll discuss plans for the future, about where you'll go and what you'll do if you ever retire from the military

And, seldom does it happen, but Mikasa might even bring up the idea of starting a family of your own someday

Though, with death looming so threateningly over you three at all times, it's best not to humor the idea

Still, you appreciate all moments together like this, because they truly love you and love each other more than words can express

(NSFW)

In the bedroom, things can get really heated between the three of you, considering both Annie and Mikasa are very passionate lovers

It's not something they can devote time to everyday, so when you do get down to it, you'll probably be at it for a while

As for how things get started, it's surprisingly a bit of exhibitionism

Just because they're lovers doesn't mean they still have a playful rivalry between the two of them

So, if one of them is in the mood, they'll try to isolate you and start eating you out or fingering you, just waiting until the other one inevitably walks in and joins you

Which often leads to little contests about who can please you more/give you more orgasms

Which is all well and good for you, until they get a little too into it, leaving you helplessly overstimulated without them even realizing it, with Annie's fingers in your cunt and Mikasa rubbing at your clit

But, most of the time, sex involves all three of you equally

Annie tends to be a service top most of the time, perfectly content with eating you or Mikasa out for hours, even if she doesn't actually get to come that night

Mikasa does top sometimes, but tends to be a little bit more submissive

Especially when it's just her and Annie, Annie will almost always top

But either way, they both have one shared desire—having you be in the middle of them

Since they are both very giving women, they love to please you and have you be the center of attention during sex

One of the most common positions, for example, has you situated on your back, while Mikasa rides your face and Annie hikes a leg over her shoulder and scissors you

That one almost always leaves a mess, but they get too caught up in the moment to care

Speaking of mess, Annie is a shameless lover of cum. There, I said it

Mikasa on her own is already a squirter, but if you are too, she just loses it

She loves when you come hard and squirt everywhere. She will 100% lick it off of you

In a modern AU, I imagine both of them being really fond of toys

Annie's strap game would be IMMACULATE

She would always have just the right pace as she sits you down in her lap, forcing you up and down on the silicone cock as it splits you open mercilessly

Meanwhile, Mikasa is a huge fan of vibrators, both on her and you

She loves when the two of you sit really close together, just enough so that she can stick a vibrator between you two so it stimulates both of your clits at once

I also have a feeling that they would make you wear those vibrating panties, then go out in public and take shifts with the remote

But they don't want to actually get caught doing it, so after about 30 minutes of torturous on and off vibrations, they just take you into an empty restroom just to finish you off quickly

I also have a feeling that Annie would kinda get off to watching you and Mikasa go at it without her

Like, she'd stand over you two and tell you exactly what to do to each other, and shamelessly start fingering herself as she watches

But, after quite a few rounds, you three would be way too tired to continue, eventually just collapsing right where you were

Mikasa would 100% be the queen of aftercare

Like, as soon as you and Annie are done, she'll be up to grab anything either of you need

Something to drink? A light snack? Something to clean up with? She has whatever you need

"Are you thirsty? Hang on baby, I'll go to the kitchen. Need anything else while I'm there?"

And she's so gentle with it, too

She does get a little embarrassed, though, having to take the dainty little napkin and wiping it over your cunt and the inside of your thighs to clean up all the mess you made

But, once she's satisfied with how you two are feeling, she'll lay down right next to you, pulling you or Annie into her chest, clinging onto them protectively

Which leads to the other one inevitably shuffling over to Mikasa's side as well, not wanting to miss out on the post-sex cuddles

What can you say? She's a great cuddler

And then, finally, you enjoy the gentle moment between you and your lovers, your eyes slowly closely as sleep overtakes you

I might have just written more NSFW than I did SFW... and if so, I don't know whether to be more disappointed or impressed by myself.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #mikasa ackerman #annie leonhart #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #annie leonhart x reader #annie x reader #annie x reader x mikasa #mikasa x reader x annie #annie leonhart x reader x mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x reader x annie leonhart #that's a lot of tags dammit >:[

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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Hiii. if you're still taking requests can you do a azriel one? (Can't get enough of him🤭🥰) can you witte one where azriel gets really badly hurt on a mission and barely makes it back and the reader freaking out and being really worried.?

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: angst, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, sad shiz but happy ending

a/n: this isn’t as angsty as I planned but it’s a lil, pls comment if you like it and tell me ur thoughts <33

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Azriel had promised you the mission would be quick. In and out were his exact words.

You should’ve known better than to trust him when he spoke so casually about breaking into a palace in the human courts, you should’ve known that something would go horribly, inconceivably wrong. But when he smiled at you and held you against him, swaying from side to side you were too lost in his easy lies to care.

You had started going on more missions with him recently. While you weren’t a spy, you had an incredible knack for lying. Cassian joked that you were just a brat but even he couldn’t deny that you were talented when it came to batting your eyes and pressing a hand gently enough on a soldier’s arm that they would bend to your every will.

You and Azriel had also discovered that the most effective torture method was to trick whoever you had taken into a false sense of security, you would use a gentle tone and motherlike care to make them feel safe. And then they were always willing to speak, believing that once Azriel stopped his ministrations they could fall into the safety of your arms.

It was a good tactic and even Azriel was impressed when you first tried it. But that never quelled his protectiveness, the way an arm would find its way secured around your waist as soon as you had secured the information you needed, or the way he kissed you fiercely in his shadows when he was tired of watching men flirt with you.

The truth was you and Azriel were so completely in love, no amount of flirting could ever take you from the gentle but possessive grip of your mate. In some ways that’s what kept you going, knowing that at the end of the day you didn’t have to plaster on a fake smile and sweet voice.

At the end of the day, in the warmth and comfort of your share home you were yourself. You could wear the same jumper for weeks straight and laugh at crude jokes. You could do your makeup at 3am and then turn to your half-asleep mate with a pout, whining until he caved and let you do his makeup too.

But in the end, your complete devotion would come back to bite you in the ass.

It was your fault, or so you believed. If you had just kept your eyes on the general with bad breath and a crooked nose you wouldn’t be in this mess. But when he got to close your eyes flickered to were your mate stood, concealed in shadows, and through all the generals personal hygiene faults, he had been trained to notice subtle looks that gave you away.

He had grabbed you so tightly that you couldn’t help but yelp, drawing Azriel’s attention to you. And while you had disabled the general quickly you now had hoards of guards chasing you out of an area that was guarded against winnowing.

Azriel hadn’t wasted a second. You were his top priority and so he had abandoned the plan and grabbed you as quickly as he could, gathering you into his arms as he flew to the exit. You had spluttered apologies to him as he flew, your eyes trained on the guards chasing you, the guards who were now drawing bows.

Azriel was quick but the arrows were quicker. You threw your hands out, trying to bat off as many of them as you could with the limited power you held. But as concentrated as you were on the ones directed to his wings, you didn’t see the one aiming for his lower torso until you felt it graze you from where it left his body.

He grunted as you swore, finally out of the barriers as he winnowed to as close to home as he could. But while injured that wasn’t easy and you found yourselves standing in a wooded area, Azriel dropping you down much more roughly than usual, swearing as he leaned against a tree.

“Okay, okay I can fix this, you’re going to be fine.” You spoke, mainly to yourself as the panic inside you grew. You scanned the area, spotting a cave not too far off, not wanting to leave Azriel in the open when you had no idea what could be in these woods.

“C’mon baby, let’s go this way.” You slung an arm around him, just above the wound and began making your slow trek to the small cave. As soon as you had him sat down, you knelt in front of him, tears in your eyes as you cut open his top, so you had access to the wound beneath.

“Why are you crying sweetheart?” you heard him ask and you rolled your eyes, wiping away the stray tears.

“Why do you think dumbass,” you said, forcing a smile when he huffed a laugh.

“You can’t be mean to me right now,” he complained as you set about cutting off both ends of the arrow so you could remove it safely, wincing when he hissed, gritting his teeth.

You finally had both ends cut off and went to pull it out, removing your shawl and preparing to press it against the wound that was spouting far too much blood. You looked up at him with your hands pressed shakily against his wound and saw his skin was pale and sweaty, his eyes drooping as they tried to close. He fell forward slightly but you held him upright with your shoulder, panic rushing through you, white hot.

“Azriel c’mon no, none of that. You’ve got to stay awake baby, you’re too heavy for me.” You begged; your hands pressed tightly against his wound as you let the tears fall freely. You eventually had to pull away, moving him so he was leaning against the cave wall, taking extra precaution to ensure his head didn’t get hurt.

His eyes cracked open when he felt your blood-soaked palm press gently against his face, glassy and barely present.

“Hey, hey I need you to stay with me, okay?” you tried to smile, wanting to offer him any semblance of comfort.

“Always baby,” he whispered, and you smiled, pulling your hands away slightly and smiling when you saw the wound healing externally already.

“What are you getting me for solstice?” you asked, wanting to keep him awake and speaking.

“Not telling.” He muttered and you laughed.

“You have to, we have to talk about something.” You joked, pulling a hand away just long enough to wipe your eyes as you focused on his face.

“I had a few ideas; nothing seems good enough.” He muttered and you laughed.

��Tell me.”

“Well first I thought a necklace, books, maybe art supplies or something but that’s all boring,” he whispered, and you smiled, nodding.

“If it’s from you it won’t be boring,” you smiled, hands still pressed tightly against his wound.

“Well I also thought I could get you your own truthteller, maybe one with a pink handle.” He joked.

“Well you know full well I would love that, maybe baby pink with little white hearts on it,” he smiled at you, his head lulling slightly forward. You reached up to him again holding his head gently in your hands, before you lay him down, covering him in the rest of your shawl.

“You plan that then, I’m going to go get wood and we’ll start a fire okay, keep you warm.” You stroked his face gently, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.

“Be safe,” he grabbed your hand as you stood to leave,

“You first.”

Your luck apparently ran out as soon as you looked at Azriel, given as soon as you walked out the cave the heavens opened, and you were soaked to the skin in the seconds. You grabbed as much wood as you could straight away, throwing it into the dry cave.

You then ventured further out, finding a rabbit, and killing and cleaning it out as quickly as you could, practically running back to the cave. You knelt down, starting a small fire, and removing your now dirty and completely soaked dress, ringing out your hair.

You then moved back to Azriel, brining him closer to the fire as you cooked speared the rabbit over it, cooking all the meat you could salvage of its small body.

“You’re so cold,” he muttered, pressing his nose into your bare skin as you shivered, moving even closer to the fire.

“Ah you know what they say, cold hands, cold heart.”

“I don’t think that’s the-“

“Shh,” you muttered, curling into him as you pressed together trying to steal some warmth from each other.

“If I get ill I’m going to kill you.” You whispered into his neck, and he chuckled, clenching his teeth when he moved to soon and your head shot up to him.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” he shook his head, tightening his arms around you.

“No you’re alright,” he whispered. You lay there for a while longer, Azriel’s body limp, all his energy going into healing the deep wound in his side. Yours on the other hand was tense, ears perking up at any sound, half expecting a pack of rabid wolves to come eat you the second you allowed yourself to relax. When the rabbit was finished, you picked it apart, feeding it to Azriel gently, determined to get his energy back.

He was still so pale and no matter how hard you tried, nothing could quell the nausea in your stomach. Every time you looked at him when he closed his eyes your heart dropped, your anxiety telling you that this might just be the last time you ever see him.

You didn’t sleep all night, instead staying pressed against him, shivering in your undergarments as your dress dried by the fire. You regularly checked his pulse, temperature, breathing and whatever else you could, too afraid to take your eyes off of him for even a second.

By the time the sun finally rose, Azriel’s complexion had evened out and the wound in his side was puckering into a pink scar. You were beyond relieved, fussing over him when he woke up like the mother you often pretended to be.

You pulled your dress back on and stumbled to a near-by river to collect him some water, picking a species of berries you recognised along the way, and actively ignoring the cough you had developed over night.

You got back to the cave and almost cried in relief when you saw him sitting up, smothering the burning embers that used to be your fire. He looked over to you as you padded in and swore, standing to come to you.

“You look like shit what happened?” he asked, worry coating his features.

“Hey! I spent all night looking after you asshole,” you shoved him gently but he held tight, holding your chin in his slender fingers as he forced you to look at him.

“Shit it was raining last night,”

“Yeah?” you asked as he shook his head.

“That’s why you were so cold, c’mon let’s get you home you’re ill.” He muttered as you wildly protested.

“I’m fine, you need to rest,” you pointed at him, but he brushed you off, gathering you in his arms to winnow home.

“We can rest together, at home, in bed.” He stated, not leaving any room for argument so you relaxed in his arms, your head pressed against his shoulder.

“Okay,” you conceded, your voice small as he smiled down at you.

“Thank you for looking after me darling,” his voice was filled with sincerity, and you snuggled closer into him.

“Anytime.” You whispered as he winnowed you away, only vaguely aware of the feeling of him placing you down on your bed and curling around your back, arms tight and secure.

#acofas #acotar #acomaf #azriel #acowar #azriel x reader #acofs #acosf

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aturnoftheearth · 2 years

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what are your favorite fleeceframe fics?? i’ve only read some but they’re SO GOOD

not to be dramatic but. all of them. like genuinely each fic has different scenes and lines that all make me sit up and take deep breaths to avoid screaming <3

want a canon fix-it fic? read closer (isn’t close enough).

want to read a fic where dean gets to face john with sam and cas being protective and supporting him? read reckoning.

want to read a soft fic where sam, eileen, dean, and cas are all a family with soft domesticity? read hell was a journey (but it brought me heaven) and cowboys like me (cry) (also if ur a swiftie, do yourself a favor and read these right now).

want to read a post-secret good finale where cas gives dean the gentle touches he deserves? read handlebars for tender touch.

want to read a fic where cas uses asmr for anxiety and dean is an absolute sweetheart who wants to give him everything? read what touches off that tingle.

want to read a fic where cas temporarily loses his memory and is touch-starved (only to be touched with love by none other than dean winchester)? read it’s such a mystery (the way you know me).

want to read a post 15x18 fix it fic with lines so good i shot up out of bed whispering “what the fuck” ? read on the sixth day.

want to read a pwp fic that has cas being protective and dean having a thing for praise? read the pulling is poppy stems.

you ever watch season 1 and think “wow i really want someone to hug dean and run their fingers through his spiky hair and tell him it’s going to be okay” ? read in this louisiana bar.

want to read an au that will literally make you fall in love with different versions of the same characters? that will make you so, so fond of them both and their gentle and earnest love for each other? that has so many lines that make my chest crack with too many emotions that capturing all of them would require me to quote the entire story? read linden.

want to read a fic featuring cas’ trueform, nonbinary cas, softness that’s sweet like cotton candy, and love so great it actually caused me to have to get my inhaler the first time i read it because i was having trouble breathing through it? read nightlight.

want to read a cute, short little fic about dean being a parent to claire? read the way a dad should.

want to read another post confession fix-it fic where the world is saved and dean is safe enough to nap? where he naps closer and closer to cas until… (wait until you get to the end. you WILL be glowing like a lite brite) read there is rest for the wicked.

so uhhhh yeah <3

#the fact that i know these by name already…… and that my phone autofills some of them…. truly fan behavior #you can see me progressively getting longer with each description skfjkdjskd #also the longer ones are the ones i’ve re-read lately so i’m Extra Insane over those #fic rec #asks

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If you don’t shut up - Jasper Hale (smut)

Request by anon: Hi, I was wondering if you could do 11 and d with Jasper Hale? But I understand if ur fed up with the Jasper requests. Love your writing 😃

Uh thank you for this request, I don’t know why, but this is prob my favorite Jasper smut. Number and letter from the “old” prompt list. Enjoy my loves. xxx

11 If you don’t shut up, I’ll tie you to the bed and make you cum over and over again

d You don’t own me by Grace ft. G-Eazy

Warnings: dom. Jasper, tied wrists

You don't own me You don't own me

“We could just sneak off you know.”, (y/n) breathed into Jaspers ear, hands dancing across his thigh, sneaking closer to the centre of his trousers, eyes focused on their classmates, who could be found littered across the Cullens mansion. “Stop it, darlin’.”, he gently tried to push her hand away, tried to switch his focus onto the body of students, desperately trying to ignore the growing bulge in his trousers.

A huff escaped (y/n), she pulled her hand away and rose from her seat, not noticing the way he was watching her with dark eyes, dancing up and down her frame, admiring the dress she was currently wearing. She strode into the kitchen, desperate for another drink, hoping that the evening would pass by fast enough, (y/n) wasn’t in the mood to mingle with her classmates, didn’t want to get pulled into any senseless conversations about god knows what. She only wanted one thing and she’d move heaven and earth to get it.

“Darlin’”, his teasing voice ripped her out of her trance, she had her (y/e/c) eyes focused on the big window, watching the dark night sky, the twinkling stars, too lost in her thoughts to hear him nearing. “Mhm”, she found his golden eyes, averting hers as she watched him nearing, Jasper wrapped his arms around her middle, he pressed a few feather light kisses along her skin, (y/n)s eyes momentarily fluttered close.

He turned her around, his eyes danced across her features, chuckling to himself, “would you stop your pouting.”, Jasper moved his thumb across her lower lip, the small of her back was pressed against the kitchen island, hands holding onto her drink. He had her trapped, a slight smirk tugged on her lips, “maybe I need to find somebody else, to satisfy my needs.”, she pulled her eyebrows upwards, took a sip off her drink and escaped from his hold.

Jasper grasped her wrist, he pulled her back against his front, “don’t you dare”, the dangerous undertone in her voice made a shudder run up her spine, she could feel her knees trembling, (y/n) automatically pressed her thighs together. “You don’t own me Jasper, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”, she spat, taking another sip off her drink, trying to escape from him once again, “If you don’t shut up, I’ll tie you to the bed and make you cum over and over again”.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”, (y/n) placed her drink down, ran her hands up his shirt, to his neck, she toyed with his collar, his jaw muscles were tensed, Jasper tugged her out of the kitchen, up the stairs, into his room. He locked the door, deeply exhaled and turned towards his smirking mate, “undress yourself”, his deep tone didn’t leave any room to argue, (y/n) unzipped her dress, exposing her lacy lingerie to his hungry eyes.

You don't own me Don't try to change me in any way You don't own me Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay

“On your knees”, Jasper unbuckled his belt, threw it down onto the floor and walked up to her, he rolled his sleeves up his forearms, chuckling to himself as she fell onto her knees. (Y/n) hooked her fingers into his belt loops, trying to tug him closer, she ran her hand across his hard length, teasing him, “go on”, Jasper grasped her (y/h/c) hair, her eyes found his, she didn’t break their eye contact as she unzipped his pants.

A moan made it past her lips, the sight of his throbbing member shot tingles down to her dripping core, (y/n) pulled his length out of his boxers, she moved her thumb across his leaking tip, bringing it up to her lips, to taste his arousal. He tugged on her hair, telling her everything she needed to know, (y/n) ran her tongue up his length, she began to circle his tip, coaxing an animalistic growl out of him. “Good girl”, he praised her, Jasper kept his dark eyes hooked onto her kneeling frame, watching his length disappear down her throat, a heavenly sight to see.

He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his hips against her mouth, (y/n)s nose kept on brushing against his pubic bone, gaging every time his length touched the back of her throat. She kept on bobbing her head up and down his member, just the way Jasper liked, he tugged her off his length, still tightly holding onto her hair. He didn’t need to say anything, (y/n) knew from the way he was watching her, that he was waiting for (y/n) to pull off her underwear, but she took her time, slowly pushing off the straps of her bra, unclasping it, a shuddered breath left her as Jasper grasped her middle, “mine”, he growled, pushing her back onto the bed.

Jasper grasped his belt, smirking down on her, “didn’t think I forgot about it, did you?”, he began to tie her wrists to his bed frame, tying his belt tightly around her skin. “What a sight to see”, he murmured, Jasper began to unbutton his dress shirt, (y/n)s eyes wandered to his muscular torso, she couldn’t subdue the moan, that left her, she was completely done for him. He crawled up her body, like the predator he was, ready to pounce onto his prey, Jasper grasped her panties, ripping them in half, making her whine.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, darlin’”, he chuckled, eyes wandering across her dripping heat, she tugged on the belt, (y/n) was aching for him, the need to touch him grew, “tsts, behave yourself”, he flicked his tongue. Jasper moved his head to her folds, he ran his tongue through them, groaning as he tasted her arousal, her hips jerked, desperate for more, “such an impatient little brat”, he lightly bit into her thigh, making her moan.

Jasper began to devour her, sucking, biting, flicking his tongue against her clit, thrusting two fingers in and out of her heat, preparing her for his throbbing length. “Oh Jas’”, she whimpered, (y/n) pressed her eyes close, hands buried in the sheets, her nails were just about to rip the fabric apart, the pressure was growing, the air around them got tighter, she could feel her release nearing. “Don’t think you deserve to cum, for the little stunt you pulled earlier”, he growled against her skin, making her whine in protest, (y/n) couldn’t stop her body from giving into the massive wave of pleasure, that crashed upon her.

He watched her fall apart on his tongue, (y/n) moaned his name, trashing around on the covers, his belt began to cut into her skin, adding to the intense pleasure, that overtook her body. “Didn’t say, that you’re allowed to cum, did I?” his nails were clawing into the skin of her thighs, marking her, a small “sorry” left her lips, (y/n) watched him with curious eyes, trying to figure out, what he was about to do with her.

The vampire grasped her length, he pushed into her without any warnings, Jasper was set on a ferocious pace, not caring about the whimpers, that left her, (y/n) was still very much sensitive, from the orgasm, that had just wrecked through her a minute ago. “Stop your whining darlin’, if you think you can cum like that, you can take me just as well.”, his tantalizing chuckle made her squirm.

He pressed his lips against hers, (y/n) moaned into his mouth, their tongues kept on fighting for dominance, a game only Jasper could win, not giving her any chance to prove her strength. Their skins slapped against each other, the noise echoed through the room, urging on the deep fire, that burned inside both of them.

(Y/n) could feel her second orgasm building up, “Jas”, she weakly mumbled against his lips, tugging on the belt once again. His eyes wandered up to her wrists, he could watch the red marks beginning to form, Jasper knew, that at one point the fabric would cut through her skin, drawing some blood, pulling him into a dangerous headspace. He kept on thrusting into her heat, gazing her sweet spot over and over again, “please”, she moaned, begging for his allowance to fall apart once again.

Just before she could give into her orgasm, he slowed down his movements, Jasper smirked down on her, “don’t pull that face on me”, he moved his hand across her cheeks, she was frowning up at him. He unclasped his belt, took her wrists into his hands and kissed the sore spots, making her gasp, Jasper threw the belt down the bed, focusing his eyes back onto his whimpering mate. Once again he began to pick up the speed of his thrusts, both hands placed on either side of her head, “cum”, he growled.

Jasper watched her fall apart underneath his body, a sight, that pushed him closer to the edge, the way she arched her back, hands tightly holding onto his forearms, mumbling his name over and over again. Deep breaths left her, (y/n) felt all strength leave her exhausted body, Jasper kept on snapping his hips against hers, chasing his orgasm, he was near, ready to release himself into her heat every second now.

“I love you”, (y/n) moved her hands up to his neck, intertwining them, she pulled him down for a kiss, moving her lips in synch with his, Jasper moaned into her mouth as he released himself, he began to fill her up, groaning her name. “Fuck”, he placed his cold forehead against her sweaty one, chuckling at the yawn, that escaped her, “I’m not done with you”, he mumbled, making her snap her eyes open, curious, (y/e/c) eyes were watching him, waiting for his next move.

“Turn around for me”, he ordered, already planning his next move, Jasper would remind her tonight, who she belongs to, that only he was allowed to touch her, for the rest of their lives.

I'm young and I love to be young And I'm free and I love to be free To live my life the way I want To say and do whatever I please

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