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Hiii love ur writing could you do reader with bad eye sight handing them things and saying "read this for me" but like the boys not knowing that the reader has bad eyesight so there just confused with the first years
Thanks! 🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Bad Eyesight | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
Being in a world without your glasses or contacts is hard. But being in a world where you’re incredibly poor and unable to actually ask for help without being a burden. When it becomes known that you’re struggling it will be up to your admirers to help you or take advantage of you:
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Deuce Spade
“Hey Deuce will you read this for me, real fast?”
“Uhm sure.”
“Thanks I really appreciate it!”
The first few times he doesn’t mind
Its a task he can do easily
Receiving praise from you is so easily won
But he starts noticing after a few people correct what you’re seeing or rereading instructions for you
At this revelation he more than likely will valiantly try to read everything and point things out for you
He doesn’t usually try taking advantage of you
“Hey Deuce will you-?”
“No problem! What a cute envelope! It’s almost like it’s a love-”
“So what does it say?”
“AH! UHM! It’s….a….uh DEATH THREAT! Let’s go!”
He doesn’t like deceiving you but your also relying on his protection so…
“As far as I’m concerned. I’m their protector, so I have to make the hard decisions.”
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Jack Howl
“(Y/n)?”
“Yes?”
“Can you read this?”
“Uhm…sure. It says: Warning!”
“Now the actual warning.”
“Uh…don’t…uh….consume?”
“That’s what I thought.”
Since he’s become your friend future mate
Monitoring your odd behaviors is what he’s all about
Acting immediately when it’s harmful for you
You’re bumping into things and misrecognizing people
This is getting bad….he’ll have to talk to Crowley
“Hey Jack?”
“Yes?”
 “Could you uhm guide me a little? I don’t want to trip up in front of everyone.”
“Sure you can hold my…arm.”
Maybe he’ll wait just a little bit longer to tell him
After all you have him to help so its not that urgent
“You’ll have to wait to go with me, (Y/n). It just isn’t safe not to. You understand don’t you (Y/n)?”
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mellowswriting · 1 month
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How about slow, sweaty, make up sex with Din Djarin! Thank you!
a real apology
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pairing || Din Djarin x f!Reader
word count || ~ 900
summary || sweet, slow makeup sex
content || SMUT, unprotected p in v sex, din is whipped, fluff, no use of Y/N, unbeta'd (all mistakes are my own, and probably thanks to the tequila tbh)
a/n || I got progressively more drunk as I wrote this, so... enjoy!
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You have no idea how long Din has had you like this - pinned beneath the heft of his body, your thighs shaking as his fingers and tongue coax yet another orgasm from you. He moans against you as he feels it hit. Your back arches, your nails dig into his scalp, and you cry his name so sweetly he damn near finishes right then and there. It feels like you’re floating, your body and soul detached under his talented touch. He doesn’t stop until you push his head away. Even then, he just occupies his mouth by trailing wet, sloppy kisses along your thigh. Goosebumps follow the brush of his stubble. 
Those dark eyes stare up at you, his pupils dilated as he takes in the vision you make beneath him. He can’t get enough of you. It’s been too long - damn near a week without those soft words and sweet touches he has grown so addicted to. It was stupid, a silly argument about a bounty of all things. Din knew almost immediately that he was in the wrong. Pride caught the apology he owed you between his teeth. 
None of that matters, now. Not when he’s searing his repentance into your body with every touch. 
“Have you forgiven me yet?” He asks before he presses a kiss to your navel. You hum a contemplative sound as he works his way up your body. The air is thick with the scent of sex, something he’s missed more than he realized. Your skin shimmers with sweat and Din just can’t stop himself. The flat of his tongue drags up your sternum. He just can’t get enough of your taste, even as you squirm beneath him. 
“I think you’re getting there.” You finally sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling his body flush against yours. The closeness settles that restless, agitated animal that has paced in his chest all week. Din leans closer, his arms bracketing your head, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet despite the way his cock throbs against your thigh. Your warmth soaks into him, bare skin against bare skin. As your hands cup his face, only one thought runs through his head. 
The only place in the universe he truly belongs to is in your arms. 
“Mmm…” You hum against his lips. “Definitely getting there.” 
Din can’t help but chuckle at that cheeky stubbornness he’s come to love. He drags his lips across your throat, reveling in the way your sass melts into a heady sigh. Your hands skirt down the planes of his back and settle on his ass with a playful squeeze. 
“C’mon, Djarin.” There’s an edge of demand in your tone, a little desperation. “Show me how sorry you really are.” 
That’s all it takes for him to sink into you with one devastating roll of his hips. All words slip away at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. Din presses you into the soft mattress, pinned beneath his full weight as if to keep you there forever. As if you would ever dream of going anywhere. The pace he sets is slow, a steady rock of his hips that leaves you wrecked beneath him. Your nails dig into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. 
“I’ve got you,” The whisper is soaked in affection and longing, a promise he always intends to keep. Din presses his forehead against yours, his dark eyes wide as he greedily consumes the sight of you. So pliant and vulnerable, consumed by the feeling only he can pull from you. 
Your eyes flutter and roll as he arches his hips just so, dragging against that sensitive spot until you shake. The angle lets him grind against your clit. He doesn’t let up, far too insatiable for the feeling of you falling apart under his touch. You’re so sensitive, so responsive to everything he gives you. Every sweet sound he pulls from you only makes him want more. It drives him fucking wild. 
“Don’t stop,” Your whispered plea slithers down his spine and pools in his belly, pure warmth and need searing into his very DNA. He has to bury his face in your neck. The way you look, all strung out and cockdrunk, threatens to end this far too soon. Your fingers dig into his hair as he works you closer to another devastating orgasm. “Oh, fuck -” 
A broken growl rips from his chest as you fall apart for him. He swears this is the closest he’ll ever get to nirvana in this damned life - the sound of you crying out his name, the wet gush of your cunt wetting his thighs, the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him. He follows after you only a beat after. His teeth dig into your shoulder as he buries himself to the hilt, stuffing you full of his cock as he spills inside you. 
The air fills with the sound of heavy breathing as you both come down, your bodies still entwined with one another. An atmosphere of peace settles around you like a thick, warm blanket. The way he melts into you only adds to that feeling. It’s impossible to tell just how long the two of you stay like this - so wrapped up in each other that you can’t tell who begins where. Neither of you wants to break that peace. His lips find that sweet spot over your pulse.
“I am sorry, cyare.” Din murmurs between short, sweet kisses. “Truly.” 
“I know.” You whisper. Your fingers drag through his messy mop of curls, scratching his scalp until he turns into a purring beast above you. “I forgive you.”
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willowbelle · 2 months
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You Come First
❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎
༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧
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cw: dom!law, authoritative law, sub!reader, obedient reader, bit of a power dynamic, teasing, thigh-riding, choking, use of "good girl"
word count: ~850
tagging: @bby-deerling @risenwrites @strawheart-pirate @uchihabbynic @nina-ya @mandiemegatron
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You Come First
Over dinner, Law beckoned you to his room with nothing but a fleeting glance.
His steel irises cast piercing glares into yours, silently coaxing you to knock on his bedroom door following the meal's completion.
And so, you found yourself, just like he’d hoped, seated on his lap as he relaxed in his desk chair, legs spread over his muscular thigh as you faced him, your lips locked together. 
Your steadfast, unwavering obedience ignited the flame that consumed him from within—a wildfire of desire coursing through his veins, exhilarating him to an irrepressible obsession. 
A little glance was all it took, and here you were, obeying him, having literally fallen right into his lap.
He pulls away, breaking your kiss, to lean forward and nip at the shell of your ear, strong hands traveling down your body to grip your hips, 
“Move” he speaks, voice husky and low, his grip tightening on your hip bones, “I know you want to” 
Right as his command met your ears, you oblige, slowly starting to rock your hips back and forth on his strong thigh, earning a low groan from the man before you. 
“Good girl” 
His grip tightens, making you squeak, and he begins to move your hips back and forth for you. 
You let your head fall back, a pleased sigh escaping your lips.
The friction of your bare cunt rubbing against his leg was almost too much.
You tightened your grip on his shoulders and allowed a drawn-out whine to exit your throat, making Law smirk.
“That's it, just like that” his voice, a subdued and self-satisfied murmur, reveled in the control he wielded over you.
Your core tightens as you continue to rock, the wetness of your pussy making a lewd mess on his bare thigh. 
The two of you were cut from the same cloth; you sought pleasure in pleasing one another.
Your lips meet his again, subtly distracting him as you remove one hand from his shoulder and begin to glide it down his muscular body. Your palm finally meets his needy cock; frustrated and twitching, leaking precum. 
But before you can set your plan into motion, he swats your hand away, gripping it in his larger, tattooed one, placing it back on his shoulder. 
He breaks your kiss, glaring at you through half-lidded eyes as he smirks smugly,
“Come on, y/n, you’re a good girl, you know how this works” 
He tsks softly, peppering kisses along your neck, causing goosebumps to bud all over your skin,
“You come first.” 
His play on words makes you giggle, and so, you relinquish your efforts, allowing him to take control again. 
The pace of his hands never falters, dragging your soaking slit back and forth on his thigh, making you mewl out obscenities as you felt yourself nearing the edge.
“L-Lawww..” you managed, pressing harder on his shoulders, grinding your hips more feverishly, now, desperately chasing your rapidly approaching orgasm. 
Your swollen clit rubbing against his hot skin was an irresistible, sinful feeling that you wanted to burn into your brain forever.
“That’s it, baby, you’re almost there,” he groans lustfully, “You got it.” 
His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you back and forth, assisting you in your efforts. 
He removes his right hand from your hip to grab your throat, making you whimper. 
D E A T H has you in its ever-tightening grip, causing your head grow fuzzy, stars dancing beneath your eyelids. 
A sudden surge of warmth envelops your body, coursing through your veins, finding its home in your aching cunt.
“L-Law,” you attempt to cry out, but his strong hand around your throat makes your plea come out strained and nearly unintelligible.
“I-I’m-s-so-close,” you slur, your face ablaze in a rosy hue, adorned with glistening beads of sweat.
“What’s that, dear? Can’t quite understand what you’re saying,” he smirks, tightening his grip on your neck. “Use your words.”
But he knows, of course, he does, possessing an understanding of your body that surpassed even your own.
He knows you’re close; the way you’re twitching on him, losing momentum as you sloppily grind back and forth, making a mess on his leg. 
The sight alone could make him reach his own orgasm; your pretty face burning red, eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging slack as his name fell from it like a needy prayer. 
You tremble, relinquishing control of your own body as you cum for him, gripping his shoulders tighter as you gush onto his thigh.
“F-Fuck, Law,” you throw your head back, cursing and whining. 
Your cunt pulses with each beat of your heart as you relish in the intensity of your orgasm. 
Law slowly loosens his grasp on your throat before he removes his hand completely, now cradling your warm cheek in his palm. 
His self-satisfaction is undeniable, eyes locked onto yours with a smug and knowing gaze.
“That’s my girl,” he praises with a complacent smile.
You giggle softly and bite your bottom lip, pressing your cheek into his palm.
Looking at him with big, determined eyes, you flash a playful smirk,
“Your turn.” 
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣��𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.
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freedomfireflies · 6 months
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Bite Me*
Summary: Part of Halloween Kinktober, Freaky Fun
The one where your boyfriend, Harry, is a vampire.
And you wish you could feel what he felt.
Word Count: 3.2k
*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*
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“Easy…easy, sweet dove. Need to relax for me. Can smell how nervous you are. Take a deep breath, hm?”
Shaky fingers gather in front of your stomach as you nod nervously. Staring up at your boyfriend with anticipation and remorse. “Sorry, I just…I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing,” he says quickly, reaching up to brush some hair behind your ear. “There is nothing wrong with you, darling. It’s chemical. You’re meant to feel nervous around me. It’s nature’s design. To keep you safe.”
You nod again, catching a glimmer of light from the sharp tooth peeking out from behind his lip. “I know, I just…I wish it would stop. I wish we could just be, you know? Without me being so…”
He studies you for a moment, a look of adoration on his face as he hums again and cups your cheek. “I know.”
You nestle into his touch rather contently before he begins to smile, now dipping down to nudge his nose with yours. 
“If you want…I can make the bad feeling go away,” he whispers with a slight purr. “Can make it all better again.”
Hopeful, your lashes flutter. “Really?”
He nods once. “Mhm. Just wanna help you, dove. Want you to feel good.”
And now you understand what he means, the thought sending a spark down to your toes. It’s rare he feeds from you. After all, he considers the act to be degrading and disrespectful. He only ever feeds from animals or blood bags unless you’ve specifically asked.
But the truth is, you love when he feeds from you. For a plethora of reasons, one of which being the overwhelming sense of need and dependance on him that follows. Or the way his eyes grow darker and his entire demeanor changes. How much stronger he becomes feeding on human blood, specifically the blood of someone he loves.
But another reason lies with his fangs. The venom that becomes injected into your bloodstream, forcing you to feel whatever emotion or desire he feels. 
It’s a trick used to lure and calm his prey into submission while he feeds, but you find another use for it. Because if he’s filled with serenity or anger or lust…you feel it, too. You feel him. Only him.
And it’s your absolute favorite feeling in the world.
His other hand now reaches for your neck, fingers gently tapping the sides of your throat. “Just say the word, darling. And I’ll give you anything you want.”
You feel your chest deflate, all the air evaporating from your lungs as he slowly urges you back against the wall. Bracing you there as he awaits your decision.
He knows what you want. And he knows that you’d tell him otherwise. 
Your fingers tangle in the dark shirt on his chest, desperate to keep him near you. “Do it. Please.”
He tilts your head back, letting his lip curl up until his fang is revealed. “Are you sure, my dove?”
Another fervent nod. “Yes. Please, Har…please, need to feel it. Need to feel you.”
He leans closer, letting the tips of his sharp teeth graze over the sensitive skin of your throat. Right above your pulse point. “Gotta be really sure, darling. Don’t want to hurt you. Or lose control.”
“You won’t,” you exhale, feeling more confident than you sound. “Know you won’t.”
Truth be told, you wouldn’t mind if he did. Even in his darkest moments, he remains your fiercest protector. Never allowing anyone to hurt you.
Not even himself.
You feel him breathe against your neck, perhaps preparing himself for what he’s about to do. Or maybe he’s indulging in your smell. Reveling in the realization of what he’s about to do. What he’s about to taste.
Then, almost as if overcome with a surge of confidence, he bites down – hard. Enough to break the skin and allow his venom to travel into your system.
It’s instantaneous, the feeling. The way your muscles dissolve into jelly, the way your mind fills with a certain haze, and the way your stomach begins to coil.
It’s overwhelming, but it’s him. And you whimper as his other hand falls to your hip to keep you steady, making sure you remain upright and in his arms.
He waits a moment or two to make sure the venom has taken effect before he slowly retracts his fangs and pulls away. You know if he’d punctured you any deeper or kept the sharp teeth inside of you any longer, the taste of your blood would have driven him mad. Tempting him beyond reason until he began to lose control.
But he knows his limits by now. Knows exactly how far he can push himself around you, and you admire him for it.
Your legs shake as you slump against the wall, held up by his grip as he studies you carefully. Looking for signs of remorse or panic.
He’s learned a trick for sucking a majority of the poison out of your system – if it were to come to that. And while it’s tricky and tedious, you know he’d do it in a heartbeat if he felt you were in danger or if you regretted your choice.
Instead, you simply smile at him, and nod languidly. “M’good, Har,” you assure him. “M’so good.”
He seems to exhale a grateful breath, thumb stroking your cheek gently as he now glances over your wound. “I need to clean it—"
“No,” you whimper, keeping him close. “Not yet. Don’t go yet.”
He chuckles, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. “All right, dove. I’m here. How do you feel, hm? You feel calm yet?”
You nod again before your lashes flutter. “Yeah. Calm, and…and happy, I think?”
He hums. “I imagine. You do make me happy.”
“It’s strange, though,” you admit, brows furrowing in thought. “Feels…heightened. Or more potent. There’s this…this yearning. This need for something.”
He regards you for a moment more. Curious and seemingly amused by your confusion before suddenly, your eyes snap to his.
You suck in a sharp inhale – something akin to a gasp. “Are you…are you horny?”
You expect his surprise, but all you find is smug fascination. “Well,” he begins slowly, letting his knuckles graze delicately beneath your jaw, “the term horny is a little juvenile. And it could never even begin to describe what I feel for you.”
He steps closer, lips ghosting just above yours while you feel your breath hitch.
“But…yes,” he whispers, glancing down at your mouth with a smile. “I suppose I am. Can’t exactly help it, darling, can I? When you look…and taste…and smell so goddamn divine.”
Another whimper bleeds from your throat as he begins to guide you away from the wall and toward the bed just to the left of you.
“Tell me…how does it feel, dove, hm?” he murmurs, touch strong yet determined. “Do you feel me? Feel how much I need you?”
This nod is quick and zealous. Because you do. It’s all you feel. This desire to have – to take and ruin. In the best possible way. It’s a similar sensation to the lust you already feel for him. Your hunger to explore the dangerous but loving man you call your own.
“Yeah?” He’s grinning like a mad man at the way you so quickly fall apart. “Can I tell you a secret, darling?” 
You whimper pitfully as you gaze up at him.
Lowering his voice, he tightens his grip. “When I’m with you…I always feel like this.”
With that, he nudges you down to sit on the mattress before surging forward to press his lips to yours. Kissing you so hard, you feel dizzy. It’s perfection. Like quenching a burning flame. Like taking that first drink of water on a hot day. Fixing a desperate need – succumbing to a craving. 
And it feels as though this kiss fixes every one of your problems. Because it does – he does. Breaks you and puts you back together again all in the same moment. It’s almost addicting. You feel insatiable, hands disappearing into his curls as you yank him down until his chest is flush with yours.
The two of you roll and writhe around on the bed for a minute or two before he leans back to offer you air. He knows you won’t take a moment to breathe otherwise, and his smug smirk merely worsens the ache between your thighs.
“Not so nervous now, hm?” he muses.
You hook your leg around his hip and attempt to grind yourself against his thigh. “Please…”
“Please what, dove?” He presses his lips to the base of your throat, trailing them down your sternum and toward your chest. “What’s it feel like, what do you need?”
But you don’t have any answer for him. Instead, all you can do is stare at the stunningly generous man as he works his way down your body. As he unbuttons your shirt and kisses over the swell of your breast. 
The stain of your blood from his lips smears across your nipple before he takes it into his mouth. Sucking and licking at the tender skin while he kneads the other one in his palm.
You arch from the mattress, desperate to disappear into his strong frame while he chuckles darkly and allows his fangs to reemerge. 
He uses them sparingly – not as a weapon but as a toy. A tool in the game of your lust.
The sharp edge pricks your skin, enough to make you gasp his name and tug on him harder. He smiles a bit bigger and carries on with his quest. Moving down your stomach and toward the waistband of your pants.
Cold, nimble fingers pop the buttons free and tug the fabric down your legs. Revealing your trembling thighs to his hungry gaze. He looks at you like you’ve been served to him on a platter. But not in the way another vampire might.
No, Harry’s look of mesmeric adoration lies in the idea of your body. In the warmth of your cunt and the soft skin of your legs. In the way you draw him in, the way you hold him, clench around him.
It’s hard for him to feel most things these days. 
But he always feels you.
He settles his body near your ankles, providing him the right angle and amount of space to spread you open and study you.
His thumb reaches for you. Pushes into your clit before dragging down between your folds as you gasp.
His expression reveals nothing. No inkling as to what he’s thinking but you know his mind is running wild with ideas.
He finds your soaked little hole, circling it once before dragging the wet substance back up and through. 
“Shh,” he coos, taming your desolate cries. “It’s okay, dove. I’ve got you.”
“Har,” you whimper, fingers itching to reach for him as he settles onto his stomach. “Please…”
You can see the reflection of light on his fangs. The way they extend past his red, swollen lips and ghost above your skin.
He nips at your hip a time or two – a slight sting that dissolves into something excruciatingly pleasurable – before he dances his mouth down. Torturing you with what’s to come instead of simply giving it to you.
“You smell divine, darling,” he purrs, groaning deep within the back of his throat. “Just might kill me again.”
You’d laugh if you had the strength, instead peering down your body at him with a desperate need. “H, I need…need—”
“Need me, hm?” He exhales a gentle breath across your clit and it’s so very cold. But it makes you jump, a new wave of arousal seeming to soak the sheets beneath. “Need me to make it better, yeah?”
You nod swiftly. “Yes…yeah. Hurts, Har.”
“Hurts?” he repeats with faux sympathy. “Oh, dove. Bet it does. Bet it’s all achy.”
Your head moves on its own accord, and you feel your stomach quiver when his cool hands curl around your thighs, keeping them spread.
“I imagine,” he whispers, returning his eyes to your pussy. “Cause I know how much it aches for me.”
He dives in, tongue lapping at your warmth and wetness without mercy as you cling to the sheets and arch from the bed.
His arms fold over your hips, keeping you pressed down and pliable to his intentions as he begins. Licking, sucking, and nibbling at certain spots – but never the spot you need him most.
The tantalizing edge of his fang grazes your soft, sensitive cunt. Sometimes harder, sometimes softer. But always impatient, desperate to feel you anyway he can.
Truth be told, you suppose he enjoys feeding on you this way just as much. In fact, this is what he claims is his nourishment whenever he’s feeling weak and unwell. One taste of your pussy and he’s a changed man.
He has you every day. Makes sure you’re at his beck and call – which you already are, anyway. 
If he’s working, if he’s cooking, if he’s reading. He merely gives you a look and calls you by that familiarly loving nickname, and next thing you know, you’re sitting on his face.
The stretch of your muscles is almost distracting, but not nearly as distracting as his groans of pleasure. The way he curses to himself as he swallows you down. Nudging at your cunt with his mouth like you’re the best meal he’s ever had.
And then…those perfect lips find your clit. He sucks, and moans, and you cry out his name. Grasping onto his hair in a futile attempt at stability and more.
He lets you tug him closer. You imagine – if he were still alive – he’d be suffocated by your pussy. Which…he’d probably enjoy.
As it is, he continues his ministrations almost mercilessly while you squirm beneath him and attempt to buck up against his tongue.
“I know,” he whispers, almost soothingly, and it feels like a vast contrast to the way he forces you into so much pleasure. “Know, darling. Can hear your pretty, little heart racing. Try to breathe, yeah? While you still can.”
You suck in a greedy gasp, eager to obey, as you focus on the sounds coming from between your thighs. It’s sinful and sensual and it echoes around the room until it’s all you hear.
“Doing so good, babydove,” he murmurs, glancing up just long enough to see the first tear slip from your eye. “It’s a lot right now, I know. I know, but you can take it. Always do so good for me. Let me see you cum, yeah? Let me see this pretty pussy cum for me.”
And you want to more than anything. Chasing the need in your own belly along with the need from his venom. The combined rush of ecstasy that makes stars explode across your eyelids as more destitute sounds fall from your tongue. 
His hands suddenly slip beneath your back, forcing you from the bed as he repositions you and nearly pulls you right through him. 
Large fingers grope the tender flesh of your ass as he holds you against his mouth and sucks the sensitive nerves between puckered lips. 
“Tell me,” he ushers softly, a golden hue to those vivid eyes watching you closely. “Tell me how bad I need you. Tell me how much I love you—”
“Har,” you gasp, trembling in his touch. “Can’t…can’t…m’gonna cum, I…please—”
“Try. Tell me. Tell me that you feel me—”
“I do,” you whine. “I do, I feel you. Feel you, Har. So good. It’s so good, please—”
“All right, darling. You gonna let me taste you? Need to taste you, darling. Can’t live without it—”
“Harry—”
He pulls away just enough to raise his hand and smack it down your cunt. The cold metal of his ring catching your clit before two more spanks are laid in succession.
You moan loudly – almost undone by the eroticism itself – before he dips back down, and grazes the delicate bud with the edge of his fang.
You feel him slip a finger inside. Pumping you once – twice – before he adds a second. Wanting to fill you and finger-fuck you to the edge as quickly as possible.
It hits you then. Overpowers you and knocks the wind from your lungs. 
You fall apart in his hands, against his tongue. Moaning and whimpering as your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head. It feels as though you cum twice as hard – perhaps a result of the venom or the symbolism of his need for you. The way your taste has satisfied his thirst.
“Yes, yes…there you go, that’s my fucking girl.” His tone is rough but riddled with lust. He groans like he’s never been filled with so much devotion. An anxious almost obsessed sound that drags your orgasm on at least a few seconds longer. “Give it to me, dove…fucking give it to me—”
“Harry—” You gasp his name like it’s the last sound you’ll ever make. Tears building in your eyes before they cascade down your warm cheeks. 
Ever the sadist, Harry works you through until your cunt is throbbing and far too sensitive to the touch. Despite your cries and whimpers for mercy, he carries on. Thrusting, licking, and sucking until you can hardly breathe.
Eventually he releases you and leans back. Perhaps able to hear the erratic racing of your pulse beneath your chest as he now works to hush your anxious mewling.
Crawling up your body with care, his fangs retract, and he buries his face in your neck to keep you still. Pressing his chest to yours in an effort to help calm you.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, lips grazing your skin as he speaks. “It’s okay, dove. You’re okay. God, did so fucking good for me, darling. Always taste so good, make me so happy.”
You tiredly grasp onto his arms, needing to hold onto him just as tightly as he’s holding onto you. Wanting to share in this moment as he smirks against your throat. 
“You okay?” he asks you now. “You’re nervous again.”
“No, I’m…I’m okay,” you assure him through a pant. “I just…it feels so good. So…heavy, you know? Overwhelming.”
He chuckles softly and pushes up onto his elbows to get a good look at you. Thumb finding your cheekbone as he traces the delicate curve of your face with great adoration. “Are you saying I overwhelm you?”
You nod, smiling giddily as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth. “In the best possible way.”
Grinning himself, he leans down to capture your lips with his. And it’s soft and slow and an oddly angelic end to such a devilish evening.
“Har?” you whisper, lashes fluttering shut as you nose your way under his jaw.
“Yes, dove?”
Your kisses trail below his ear, making his fingers flex. “You know what I think?”
“What's that, darling?”
You begin to smirk wickedly as you slip your hand around the back of his neck and tug him closer. Allowing the edge of your teeth to finally make contact with his skin.
He stills.
“I think it’s my turn now.”
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dewdropdinosaur · 22 days
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Only For You
ALASTOR X READER
Summary: You are beautiful there is no doubt about that. But Alastor would prefer that you kept that beauty only for him
Warnings: NONE. Just sassy narrator as always(I will applaud anyone who figures out who the snarky narrator is of my stories)
This was a request for the lovely @anon-of-the-void. Enjoy darling!
REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN. See pinned post for rules.
In the heart of Hell, where the shadows danced to the tunes of torment, there resided a figure unlike any other – Alastor, the Radio Demon. He ruled over the airwaves of the infernal realm with his charismatic voice and sinister charm, a being of darkness wrapped in the allure of the old radio era. Having a penchant for old-fashioned charm and a twisted sense of humor, he found himself entangled in an unexpected romance with a fellow sinner….you.  There was a peculiar softness within Alastor, a hidden warmth that few dared to perceive save yourself. It was in the tender glances he shared with his beloved, the unspoken acts of service he provided and yes…even his certain shall we say—possessive nature. 
You were Alastor's almost in every way opposite. Which made it hard for many of the Hotel’s residents to understand how you even got together in the first place or even got along(That dear reader is a story for another time)
You exude confidence and have no qualms about your appearance. Proud of your demonic allure, you revel in showcasing curves and radiant skin. Yet, all of this sexual tension that is exuded was for none other than the Radio Demon himself, and for your own sense of amusement of course. Flaunting oneself for all of Hell only to be uninterested and leaving both men and women alike all hot and bothered was particularly entertaining one could speculate. 
Alastor, however, was not as open-hearted about such boldness from you. His possessive nature stirred within him, a jealousy that simmered beneath his charismatic facade. Oh how the screams of many who had dared look at his darling for a second too long made a horrific melody over his radio tower…You had long since tried to stop him for it was pretty much a futile effort at this point. Despite being the only one privy to what lied beneath your revealing clothing, the red demon still felt the swells of envy within him. He craved attention and that your beautiful soul only be turned in his direction and for him only. When you in the nude simply invited Alastor in the bathroom while showering for a chat. Poker was a common pastime while doing your makeup, to which he would often let you win, or listening to LPs while you both danced around half dressed. 
One fateful evening, as the shadows draped the corridors of Hell, Alastor and you found yourselves amidst a gathering of the Hotel residents and staff. Your laughter rang through the air, form draped in silken garments that accentuated every curve, every line of demonic beauty.  Wearing an outfit that highlighted everything, your fiery eyes sparkled with mischief. Alastor couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and possessiveness, his snarky smile masking the growing jealousy within him. He watched from afar, his ruby eyes ablaze with a mixture of desire and resentment. As the eyes of Hell lingered upon you(mainly Angel and Sir Pentious, the latter unable to help himself, poor gentleman), a surge of possessiveness consumed him. With a snarl disguised as a smirk, he approached your side, wrapping his coat around your shoulders; his voice dripping with honeyed venom.
“Here my dear, you must be cold.” Leaning down to whisper in your ear, he spoke so only she could hear “Darling, must you parade around like a succubus on display?" Alastor quipped, trying to hide his true feelings behind his charismatic persona.
You chuckled, a demonic laugh echoing through the chaotic streets. "Oh, Alastor, dear, why hide what I have? It's a crime to keep such beauty under wraps." Turning to face him, laughter dancing in your eyes. “Must you always be so possessive?” You teased with a voice so close to a melody that stirred the depths of his being.
Alastor's snarky smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of insecurity. "I just prefer to keep you all to myself, my dear. No need to share your radiance with the whole underworld."
However, not one to be controlled and quite liking to rile up your partner, you sauntered away from Alastor. With a mischievous glint, after taking off his coat and handing it back to him, you teasingly exposed more of your demonic allure. The other demons ogled in admiration(except Husk who knew better than to get between his so-called boss and his partner….also a story for another time), and Alastor's jealousy reached its peak.
Alastor's smile faltered, his grip reaching out towards your form and  tightening around your waist. "In a realm where darkness reigns supreme, one must guard what is precious," he replied, his words dripping with thinly-veiled jealousy. Little green lights flickered around the hotel as the shadows smirked and moaned, yet you stood there unafraid. 
Determined to claim your attention for himself, Alastor conjured a stylish black coat from thin air and draped it over your bare shoulders. "There, my love, let's keep a bit of your mystery, shall we?"
Laughing heartily and not bothered by the sudden cover-up, you relented. "If it makes you happy, Alastor, I'll indulge your possessiveness." Walking your fingers up Alastor’s chest to adjust and fix his bow tie, you flashed a soft and genuine smile up at your partner. 
"My dear Radio Demon," you whispered, breath warm against his ear, "there is no need for jealousy. My heart belongs to you and you alone."
With those words, Alastor's doubts faded into the abyss, replaced by the warmth of the embrace. In the depths of Hell, amidst the chaos and the shadows, love had found its way into the hearts of demons, a flickering flame in the darkness that refused to be extinguished.
“And besides my love, you know I never much cared for that kind of attention from anyone but you anyway.” 
As you and Alastor  continued your stroll through the Hotel while mingling with guests, Alastor clung to your side; content that he had, at least momentarily, subdued his jealousy. Little did he realize that love in Hell was as unpredictable as the flames that flickered throughout the underworld, and the dynamic between the snarky Radio Demon and his confident partner would continue to evolve in the fiery depths of their unconventional romance.
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urfavoritewriter · 5 months
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Hefty Weight
Content: M/M Vore, Cock Vore, Kneading, Open Ended
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Jake spread his legs wide, a display of brazen confidence. It was impossible to miss his sizeable cock, glistening with moisture. But it was the state of his balls that was truly astonishing. Unlike the rest of his body, which was smooth and well-defined, his balls were distended and shifting oddly—like there was someone squirming inside.
Jake reached down, fingers brushing over the wet tip of his cock before coming to rest on the strange, writhing mass that were his balls. "Man," he chuckled, his fingers kneading the stretched skin, "you really added some heft down here. I've gotta say, it feels pretty damn good."
The trapped man inside could feel every prod, every squeeze, and though his position was tight and overwhelming, Jake's voice reached him clearly, teasing and dripping with amusement. "You in there," Jake murmured, a sly grin on his face, "you feel fantastic. You're making every bit of me pulse and throb. Honestly, who'd have thought you'd make such an enticing addition?"
Jake could feel the frantic pushes and prods from within his balls, the futile struggles of the consumed man. It sent tingles up his spine. Leaning back, he let out a deep, satisfied sigh, the squirming sensations only adding to the intense pleasure. "You keep moving around like that, and you're just going to make me even harder. And who knows? Maybe you'll end up having some company down there." With that, he chuckled darkly, enjoying every second of his newfound power and the incredible sensation of having a full-grown man trapped within his balls.
Jake arched his back slightly, tilting his head back in pleasure, strands of his blonde hair falling away from his face. The sensation from his balls, with every movement and squirm of the man inside, was overwhelming. Soft, almost pitiful whimpers escaped Jake's lips, a stark contrast to the dominant tone he had used earlier.
As his pleasure grew, Jake unconsciously lifted one leg, resting his foot gently against his distended balls. The balls themselves looked outlandish - stretched and swollen, they no longer resembled the usual compact, symmetrical form. Instead, they took on an irregular shape, hinting at the contours of a full-grown man curled up within. There were discernible depressions and bulges, like a vague outline; the bend of a knee, the push of an elbow, the curve of a spine. The skin was taut, stretched to accommodate the added mass but glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
Jake's foot pressed in, kneading the soft, fleshy pouch. With each gentle push of his toes, the trapped man was squeezed tighter against the enclosing walls, forced to adjust and re-adjust his position. The contours became even more pronounced, with the trapped man's form shifting and morphing with every press.
Jake's heel dug in deeper, causing a more pronounced shift inside. The sensation caused him to gasp. The combination of the foot's pressure and the trapped man's frantic responses was pushing him towards a precipice of ecstasy. Every knead, every squeeze was mirrored by a heightened pulse in his cock, which throbbed in tandem with the activities below.
Amidst the pleasure, Jake could feel the sharp, more distinct prods from inside – desperate pushes against his foot and the walls of the balls. With his senses heightened, he reveled in the detailed texture and feel of having someone so intimately trapped, squeezed between the confines of his balls and the kneading pressure of his foot.
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melzula · 22 days
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Hi, i love your stuff! Your writing is AMAZING!
Could you do a sokkaxreader fic, where reader gets majorly hurt saving sokkas life-and she almost dies and super angst but turns sweet/fluff?
-✨anon
a/n: ugh i love angst!!! tysm for requesting this <3
warnings: mentions of blood, injury,
summary: a fight gone wrong leads to an important revelation for you and Sokka
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It all had happened so fast.
One minute your group is enjoying a nice breakfast together and the next you’re fighting off Azula and her minions. They’d ambushed you, catching you in a vulnerable position and striking the moment you least expected them to. You had the advantage of numbers against them, but these girls were immensely skilled, so you didn’t have enough of an edge to completely defend yourselves against their attack.
You were assisting Katara in trying to take down Azula when you happened to catch a glance of Sokka from across the way. His back was turned to you and his focus was set on trying to dodge Ty Lee’s chi blocks, so he wasn’t able to detect the blades that were being aimed in his direction. Your eyes widened with panic as you quickly make your way towards him; you wouldn’t be fast enough to stop Mai from throwing the knives, but you’d at least be fast enough to get in their path and stop them from hitting your friend.
“Sokka, move!” You urged, shoving him out of the way and effectively knocking over Ty Lee in the process as well. You weren’t given the time to process anything else as you immediately felt the blades make contact with your skin, digging themselves deep into your back. You cried out in agony before immediately collapsing to the ground, all while Sokka watched on in horror.
“Y/n!” He screamed before scrambling to your side. The fabric of your top was beginning to turn a deep red, and you could already begin to feel the effects of blood loss take over. Your vision was hazy and your body felt cold, and yet you were still able to make out the features of his face as he stared down at you with tears in his eyes.
“Just hang on, I’m going to get you out of here!” He insisted, some of his tears landing on your face. You couldn’t find the strength to muster up a response, so instead you simply let your eyes close and allowed the cold to consume you whole.
When you regain consciousness again you find yourself in a tent. Everything hurts and your body feels like it’s on fire, and yet you can’t find the strength to move. Blurry faces hover over you and muffled voices fill your ears, but no matter how hard you try you can’t make sense of any of your surroundings.
“-more water. I need more water!”
“Why isn’t it working?!”
A sharp pulse jolts up your spine and this time you do cry out in pain, effectively startling the figures in the tent.
“Y/n!” A voice cries. Sokka’s voice.
He’s beside you in an instant, kneeling before you and taking your hand tightly in his own. You’ve never seen him like this, so distraught and terrified. You wonder what happened when you passed out.
“Try to stay awake, okay? Please stay awake,” he begs you before looking frantically to his sister. “She doesn’t look any better!”
“Sokka, I’m doing everything I can here!” His sister shouts back, equally distressed as she exerts all of her energy into healing you. Progress is there but it’s slow, and she worries that if she isn’t fast enough the damage may be permanent. Why did the blades have to hit your spine so perfectly?
“Sokka…” you murmur quietly, your eyes beginning to feel heavy yet again.
“No, no, no, y/n, look at me! Don’t go back to sleep!”
But his pleas fall on deaf ears, and you’re swept back under.
You’re not sure how much time has passed since you were last conscious, but the lamp beside you must mean that it’s grown dark outside. You feel warm, the sharp pain is gone, and all that is left behind is a sense of exhaustion from your adrenaline inducing day. You try to sit up only to immediately collapse due to the soreness of your back, but at least you’re able to move now.
“Hey, it’s okay, don’t move,” Sokka insists, alerting you of his presence beside you. You feel his palm carefully lift the back of your head towards the bowl of water he holds in his other hand, allowing you to take greedy gulps until you’re satisfied. “Katara says you shouldn’t try to get up yet or you’ll strain yourself. Your body is still adjusting.”
“What happened? How long have I been asleep?” You ask groggily.
“About twelve hours,” he replies sullenly, and it isn’t until this moment that you’re able to detect the exhaustion present on his features. “Those blades dug right through your skin and into your spine. Katara spent hours healing you; for a minute we thought you might not make it or that maybe you’d live but be paralyzed for the rest of your life. Why did you do it?”
“What?”
“Why did you do it?” Sokka says more firmly this time. “How could you do something so stupid like that?! You could’ve died!”
“It’s not stupid to risk my life for someone I love,” you correct him with a faint smile. Your admission takes him by surprise, his face immediately growing hot and his mind actually at a loss for words for once.
“You… you love me?” He asks gently, almost as if he doesn’t believe you.
“I thought it was obvious, dummy.”
“Not to me!” He cries defensively. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know,” you admit with a small shrug. “I guess there’s never really been a good time; there’s always another fight to win or people to save. It just didn’t feel right.”
“I guess you’re right,” he murmurs faintly. “But I’m glad you told me now, and I’m glad you’re alive. Because I can’t stand to lose another person that I love.”
You smile tiredly at his words, a new sense of understanding now being shared between you both. You love each other, and neither of you can stand to lose the other. This is real now, and you’re in it for the long haul.
He presses a kiss to your forehead then and urges you to get some more rest, and so you do. And Sokka stays planted right beside you to keep watch over you in your vulnerable state. In that moment he swears he’ll never let anything like this happen to you again.
And that’s a promise he intends to keep for a lifetime.
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arminsfavoritepookie · 7 months
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It was truly a heartbreaking sight to witness. Watching Gojo Satoru kissing you with such a profound sense of loneliness, desperation and need was almost painful to see. His fingers were firmly clasped around the back of your neck, both strong and nimble as he feared you would suddenly disappear from his life just like everyone else had done. His tongue was fervently exploring every crevice of your mouth, his lips delicately mushed against yours as they tasted of something sweet - like he had just consumed too much candy or a type of sweet tart.
The flavor of his kisses matched his inner feelings - sweet and lonely.
Gojo Satoru had made a promise to himself, one that he knew was essential to keep if he wanted to keep himself from drowning in a sea of emotions he was struggling to contain. It was a promise that would allow him to hold onto the semblance of control he desperately craved, a promise that would help him protect the one thing that had been elusive to him for as long as he could remember- his heart.
And so he had sworn that he wouldn't allow himself to get too close to you, wouldn't let his desire take over his senses and make him cross the boundaries that separated friendship from something much deeper. He had told himself that you were just a friend, nothing more, and that he could live with that, he could accept that and be content with the limited moments he could steal with you.
But the universe had other plans for him, and he found himself constantly gravitating towards you, physically bound to you. He couldn't help himself, couldn't resist the pull that was dragging him towards you, like a force of nature he had no control over.
And so he found himself standing in your apartment once again, surrounded by the remnants of popcorn he had spilled while trying to pretend he wasn't here for you, wasn't here to bask in your presence and revel in the way you made his heart skip a beat with just a smile.
But this time was different, this time his restraint had deserted him, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, at the mercy of his desires. And so he found himself pressing his lips to your neck, his hands roving over your body with a possessiveness that scared him.
He knew it was wrong, knew it was dangerous, knew it could only end in pain. But he couldn't bring himself to stop, couldn't resist the way you felt, the way you tasted, the way you made his heart pound like a jackhammer in his chest.
He wanted to memorize every curve of your body, every inch, every soft spot. He wanted to hold onto every moment, to savor it and cherish it, even if it would only serve as a reminder of what he couldn't have, of what he shouldn't want.
But in this moment, he couldn't bring himself to care about the consequences, about the dangers that would follow. He was too lost in you, too consumed by the overwhelming need that was burning through him, too powerless to resist.
He's supposed to be the strongest, but he's powerless against you, your smile, your touches. He's supposed to be the strongest, yet every time you gaze upon him, his cock plunging into your cunt, he's surrendering, letting you take control of him, letting you use him.
He's supposed to be the fucking strongest, yet he's undeniably fallen head in love with you.
Gojo knew he was on the verge of self-destruction, knew that his promise to protect you from himself was broken beyond repair.
But he couldn't bring himself to care, couldn't bring himself to regret what he had done, what he was doing.
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chiliyue-archived · 8 months
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Self care
↬dressing his wounds/scars
includes; dazai x gn!reader
entry; ❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜
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dazai wanted to chagrin.
the scars littering his arms gawk back at him tauntingly, provoking a surge of memories to consume him in a numbing pulp. but it was hard to remain wrap in his own demons, not when he felt compelled to copy the smile plaster on your lips. it was the very one he came to be smitten over.
you were seated in his lap, the bathroom too tiny to accommodate the pair of you but he hardly seemed dejected by it. if anything, a grin began to play on his lips when you held onto his shoulders for support, shifting until you got a good angle to work with. " hold still."
he nods, waiting patiently as you brush your lips on his nose and reel away. he stops the urge to bring you back, finding content in just having you close with a hand settling on your back.
he does revel at the glances you steal from him - attention divided between dressing the molded wounds and risking a look. he relishes in the way you display a lift in your lips whenever you catch his familiar brown orbs - only for him to poke your cheeks before you could stray too far from your adjective. and when you went to brush aside the loose hairs that tickle your forehead, his hand was already in the process of tucking it behind your ear for you. his fingers linger a second longer each time - reluctance growing like a tide before holding onto your shoulder.
" my own personal nurse," he sighs, leaning close enough to press his lips on some part of you. the laugh you sent him was infectious.
he found it terribly even cuter, however, how your face became scrunched up as you handle the materials with foucs or when the putrid waft of antiseptic permeated your cramped bathroom. he was sure to kiss the pinched area whenever he saw the crease form, brightening in how it disappears. but internally he prays this wasn't the work of a lucid dream.
the hands on his face tell him otherwise, your thumb trailing the apples of his cheeks and reminding him that you're right there with him.
it was almost easy to forget how vulnerable he was setting himself up to be. almost.
" i'm gonna start."
the grin that found itself on his lips when you first cuddled up nearly fades as soon as you start fiddling with the gauze in your fingers, peeling back his shield and revealing flesh that has been long voided of light. it was instead replace with an anticipatory flutter in his heart, trompering in his sternum as though ero's own blessing was bestowed upon him in that moment.
" does this hurt?" he watched as you carefully ran your fingers over the scars - almost ghostly in its approach.
"it doesn't," he admitted.
"perfect."
and for the first time in so long, skin that has been starved of human touch became filled with vitality again. he wanted to shudder at the exposure, and he felt as though your reassuring rubs were the only thing keeping him from running away. he was so accustomed to patching himself up that it almost felt unreal to how welcoming your touch was.
even when he supposedly got use to it, he still has to suppress the urge to recoil when you feather against him for nth time, shivers riveting along with his spine and eyes squeezing shut.
your hands were so much softer than his, he mentally notes. he couldn't help but be mildly entranced when you handle the material with a steadiness unmatched to his own. you were treating him far better than he has ever and will presumably ever treat himself.
" you're getting distracted." he remarks with a poke to your forehead when he catches you staring again. it was futile to resist the twitch in his mouth that when you bat your eyelashes at him, an unsullied face gleaming unapologetically.
"sorry, you're just handsome." he swallows the lump in his throat but he was powerless to subdue the warmth that flickers in his chest cavity, meandering to the other cold parts in his body.
a form of silence furnishes the bathroom as you coil the new gauze around his arms, mindful to not produce any discomfort. it takes everything in his willpower to not shake when you lean down to capture the covered area in a kiss.
"do you find me handsome with these scars?"
dazai finds himself sucking in a breath when you smile against his second skin. "even more so."
"not many would agree with you."
he blinks when you suddenly shift the limb in your hands, sparing only a quick glance at him as you shuffle closer. and you really surprised him this time. very quickly, his pensive gaze dissipates with a shiver trembling along his body, fingers flexing in your grasp when you capture his knuckles this time in a kiss.
he swore he felt the breath in his throat was about to squeeze away, brain too hazy to recognize anything else. his stupor was accentuated when you blinked at him, irses meeting his own through your eyelashes.
" they're wrong."
"you're so certain?" you nod, moving to kiss the corner of his mouth.
in an effort to garner control the situation, he hand slips to clasp your chin gently, maneuvering your head until your lips met. you savor the way his breath prickles your lower lip, something akin to a breathy hum emulating from him. it's timbre ricochet along from the chaste kiss, jolting your nerves.
you're too engrossed in the exchange to notice the way his fingers weaved into your palm properly, exposed wrist meeting yours. he lets out a sigh as he felt the pulse echo against his, rhythm growing in sync to each other perpetually.
when he withdrew, he didn't let you get too far, a hand resting on your nape and keeping in proximity. his pinky and thumb played with baby hairs, lazy motions in contrast to his palpitating nerves. he was close enough to rest his forehead on yours, eyes peering down to watch you dress the rest of him.
"now, just relax and let me take care of you. okay?"
"okay." you saw him smile in the corner of your eyes, paired with a squeeze of your hand. you couldn't help but reciprocate the same gesture, and once again, the same tickling came to fill his barren husk. he smiles, reaching out to sweep your loose strands aside when it came to sweep over your eyes again but he stills when you capture the limb in your hand. he blinks hard as you adjoin it to your lips, placing a butterfly kiss on each pad.
"you have the most beautiful hands and fingers." he freezes knowing if he wasn't cautious he could reach the cusp of breaking down at any moment. "i could hold your hands forever."
as though proving your point you offer him a tight squeeze - but inwardly the squeezing of his chest was far more pronounce.
he attempts to collect himself with an exaggerated breath. "you're too good for me," he whispers. "i might get addicted to this."
your lips brush on his forehead and he almost shakes, unable to do nothing more than recline into you until it was just impossible.
"good" you hum. "you're also very pretty."
for the first time since he entered the bathroom, a swatch of red began to streak his cheeks. it certainly felt inevitable now with your ceasless antics, not that he didn't complain - the guilty and almost shaky grin that came to his lips was telling of that. notably; it was absent of the mischievous gleam that commonly orbits him; instead, it spoke both of his gratitude and effervescent affections that brew rampant the more you indulge him.
dazai allows his head to fall forward; forehead meeting your collarbone. his fanning breath reminds you of his presence, even when he grows silent as you curl the bandges into its proper orientation. he angles his head just enough for his ear to rest right over your chest.
you could barely hear the words that left him, voice just loud enough to cut the calming ambiance. "you're pretty too."
the thrum of your heart echoing in his lobe, pair with the heedful glides of your hands reaches a form of pinnacle for him; weighing him down to the city of yokohama, in your shared tiny cramp bathroom and encompassing care, covering him with a duvet so thick he could feel his eyes grow heavy.
but he wonders if you knew just how heavy his heart was for you.
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this was really out of my comfort zone and style but I really like it :) giving all lowercase a try ! i like how causal it feels
anyways, i have a lot of dazai works brewing (and some tecchou :>)
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iwritefandomimagines · 4 months
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MISTLETOE — JESS MARIANO
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pairing: jess mariano x reader
description: when lorelai gilmore insists on hosting a christmas party, you might just catch yourself under the mistletoe with the boy you, like, totally don’t have a crush on or anything.
warnings: swearing as usual. fluff & a tiny bit of angst. jess smoking and u having a tiny smoke.
author’s note: u asked for more festive jess, and i am hear to answer ur cries! jess mariano i adore you !!!
“Y/N! You’re here!”
Lorelai Gilmore had never looked quite so pleased to see you, her eyes twinkling as they scanned over the Christmas jumper you were (rather reluctantly) wearing.
“Hi, Lorelai,” you smiled, handing her the bottle of champagne you’d been given to bring as a party favour, to which she grinned, “Thanks sweetie, come on in.”
You followed her down the hall and were embarrassingly pleased when your eyes caught those of a miserable looking Jess Mariano.
The moment he saw you he seemed to perk up, and you couldn’t help but notice Lorelai’s smirk as she watched you immediately beeline for him.
“Hey Y/L/N,” he almost smiled, picking at a piece of bread he’d been toying with eating for a while, “You got roped into coming too then?”
You scoffed, “Like Lorelai was going to let anyone get out of the biggest event of the festive season?”
“Don’t let Taylor hear you say that, his 300 different pointless events will be crushed,” Jess laughed, and you couldn’t help but revel in the sound.
You couldn’t quite pinpoint when the joy at finding a friend with whom you had so much in common had become something more, but you didn’t like the way butterflies consumed your stomach when you were around him.
He was your friend, nothing more, and so — how cliche — you wouldn’t even really admit to yourself that you really liked him.
“Nice jumper,” he smirked, and suddenly you regretted adhering to Lorelai’s supposedly strict rule of no entry without a Christmas jumper, “Very festive.”
He was stifling a laugh, and you shook your head as your cheeks burned crimson under his intense gaze.
“Oh fuck off,” you looked down at where Rudolph and Santa were emblazoned on your chest, “I didn’t think I’d get away with no jumper and I didn’t have one, so it’s my mum’s.”
He chuckled now because he already knew that, having already seen your mother wearing the jumper the previous week, accompanied by the fact it was adorably oversized on you and he found it cute that it swamped your frame.
You’d tried tucking it into your jeans to minimise the bagginess, but to no avail.
“It’s cute,” he teased, swiping his tongue over his lips as you looked away, “But it looks warm. Like, crazy warm.”
“Oh, it is. I’m dying here. Anyway I didn’t think you’d actually come,” you shrugged, “If I’d known I wouldn’t have worn the jumper. One, there was no chance you were going to actually listen to Lorelai, and two, I could do without the teasing!”
Jess raised his eyebrows, “Hey, I’m not teasing,” he raised his hands up as if in defeat, “But you think I’d miss all this?”
The sarcasm in his tone as his eyes scanned the room made you giggle, “Of course. Nothing says Christmas like Taylor arguing with everyone and Lorelai running around being the fun enforcer.”
You both watched as Taylor seemed to be enthusiastically explaining something to a frustrated looking Sookie, and saw Lorelai still flitting around the room trying to ensure that everyone was having an at least somewhat pleasant time.
“I could do with some fresh air,” Jess’ eyes almost challenged you, because you knew he was going out to smoke and that Lorelai was inevitably going to have an issue with that, “Wanna join?”
You were well aware that it was in your best interest to not follow him around wherever he went, but you were so drawn to Jess that it was impossible not to.
“Yeah, sure,” you shrugged, gesturing for him to lead the way, “But you better not expect me to cover for you when Lorelai’s like a sniffer dog and finds you smoking.”
Jess just rolled his eyes, “Sure, officer.”
“Woah, woah, woah, where are you two going?” Lorelai asked, eyes immediately catching you both quickly exiting the room and widening in dismay.
“Y/N is wearing the clothing equivalent of a sauna over here, she just needs fresh air,” Jess crossed his arms over his chest as Lorelai’s eyes narrowed.
You smiled sheepishly, “We won’t be gone long, I promise.”
Lorelai didn’t appear convinced, but her expression suddenly lit up when she noticed where you were currently stood between rooms — directly under a doorframe adorned with mistletoe.
“Well, well, well,” Jess smirked, leaning an elbow on the doorframe as he watched you grow shy under his watchful eye, “Pucker up, princess.”
You shoved him slightly, and he almost toppled straight over, “Right, yeah. Like I’d kiss you.”
“Ouch,” Jess pouted, “You wound me.”
“I think your ego can take the hit, Jess,” you bit your lip, overwhelmed both by embarrassment at him joking about kissing you in front of the whole room and the urge to just say “fuck it!” and kiss him.
For a moment he looked genuinely hurt, but he soon resumed his usual nonchalant expression and continue his pursuit outside for a cigarette.
You followed him quickly, scurrying along behind him as he pulled a cigarette from its box and lit it without a moment’s thought once he’d passed the decking.
“Dude—slow down,” you huffed, “You invited me outside and then ran off like you didn’t want me here. What gives?”
Jess rolled his eyes, “Oh please, if you’re going to just question me then do me a favour and go back inside.”
“Woah,” you warned, taken aback by his sudden rude tone when he’d been joking around just minutes prior, “What the fuck is going on here? What have I done in the last 30 seconds that’s pissed you off this badly?”
Jess’ face seemed to drop, like he’d realised he shouldn’t be snapping at you like he was, “It doesn’t matter, Y/N. Just— just go back inside, alright? I’m sorry.”
You weren’t for even a moment going to accept that dismissal, instead sauntering to his side and snatching the cigarette from his fingers to take one single drag.
You didn’t smoke, made abundantly clear by the coughing that followed, so you weren’t sure why you’d so frantically taken it from him.
You shoved it back towards him and he accepted it with a laugh.
“Now you’re laughing? What is up with you?”
Jess rolled his eyes yet again, “I just don’t understand you, Y/L/N.”
You gulped, finally overcoming your coughing fit as your face was lit with confusion, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You came straight over to me when you got here. You giggled and you blushed and you smiled and,” he paused, like he was regretting opening his mouth, before he caved and continued, “And then when everyone’s watching you laugh at the idea of kissing me.”
You scoffed at that, “Says you Mr. ‘Pucker up princess’? Since when did you care if I want to kiss you under the stupid mistletoe or not?”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know… Since the countless fuckin’ weeks I’ve been flirting with you?” he was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, as though what he was saying had been obvious the whole time.
“You tease me, Jess, you don’t flirt with me,” you shrugged, breathing ragged as you pondered what it was he was really saying, “We’re friends and you know I—you just tease me about little things to wind me up. You’ve never ever made any suggestion that you like me.”
“God you’re so oblivious, man,” Jess shook his head, extinguishing his cigarette and tossing it out of sight to step closer to you.
Normally you’d hate the lingering smoke smell, but on Jess it was almost a comfort — though it did nothing to calm your racing heart in this moment.
“I’m hardly good with like, feelings, am I?” he leaned forward, so close you could feel his breath on your face, “I thought I was doing a good enough job at, like, I dunno— I mean I called you princess, for fucks sake. You think I’d do that if I didn’t like you?”
You sighed, “I just assumed you were joking around, trying to make me flustered to get a laugh out of it… I mean, princess? Really? That’s an awful choice and— I just don’t believe for a second that you like me.”
“And why not?”
“I—, well—,”
He didn’t let you fumble over your words any longer, dipping his head to press his lips firmly to yours and pulling you closer to his chest.
“I really do like you Y/N,” he exhaled as he pulled away, his voice quiet and low, “I should’ve made that clearer, and I just got annoyed that the mistletoe could’ve been my chance to kiss you and you blew it off like it was a hilarious idea.”
“Only because you joked like it was!”
“To protect my ego as you so kindly put it,” he quirked his brow, no longer mad and instead still giddy from the kiss, “But I got my kiss in the end, eh?”
You chuckled, “Don’t push your luck, sunshine.”
“You haven’t even told me you actually like me back yet, either,” Jess huffed, and you could detect the faintest pout on his lips as he paused, “This is going to be hard fucking work, isn’t it?”
You leaned in to peck the corner of his lips gently, a small smirk playing on your face, “Mhm. Get used to it, Mariano. ‘Cause I like you too. A whole fucking lot, in fact.”
“Good, now do you fancy going back in there and giving the mistletoe another try? I’m sure it’d spice the party right up.”
You shook your head, eyes rolling at the teasing look on his face, “Let’s just stay out here for now, huh Romeo?”
You were silent for a moment until he kissed you again, hands wrapping around your waist as yours found the back of his neck.
“Sounds good to me, princess.”
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hanniluvi · 4 months
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( 🎬 ) — KNOW ME ; HEESEUNG SHORT FIC
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“ this liquors got me faded, talking crazy ”
ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 spending a night with your drunk best friend makes you realize you don’t know them as well as you think you do. because, if you knew him, you would’ve known about his feelings for you.
— PAIRING best-friend!hee x best-friend!fem!reader
— GENRE angst, one sided love (or is it), friends 2 ???
— WARNINGS INSPIRED BY “KNOW ME” BY DPR LIVE, drinking n hee gets drunk (reader doesnt)
— WORD COUNT 0.8K+ ( 863 )
ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 hi guys 😊🤍 back on that angst writing grind (i may or may not have lied) bc i love angst !!! anyways i love love love know me by dpr live 😜
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Heeseung had a particularly stressful day, prompting him to drown his worries in alcohol during your planned hangout. You've observed his increasing tension over the past few days, leading to the drinking session. Hesitant to pry, you intervened as he reached for another shot, expressing concern about his consumption. "Isn't this your fourth bottle? That seems like quite a lot, don't you think?"
"No, it isn't," he hiccupped, attempting to retrieve the bottle as you evaded his grasp.
"You don't have a high alcohol tolerance, Hee," you chuckled, observing him rest his head on the table. Concerned, you asked, "What's been bothering you lately? Is it work?"
“Do you really think it’s because of work?” Heeseung raised his head, glasses slipping down, purple hair almost covering his eyes. With a flushed face, he maintained intense eye contact. Confused, you responded, "Huh?"
"Do you trust what I say?" he slurred, the effects of alcohol evident in his words.
"Of course I do—why wouldn't I?" you reassured.
"Maybe you shouldn't," he mumbled. Perplexed, you asked, "Hee, what are you saying?"
"How much do you think you know about me?" he posed a sudden question, causing you to pause. “Do you even know me?”
"I think I know a lot. I know of your favorite drink, our favorite show, your ice cream order—everything I should know. What don't I know?" you responded.
"How much I think and stress about you. How I look at you, how I take care of you, how I pay so much attention to you…If you knew me—you’d know that too." he admitted, slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes. Stunned by the unexpected confession, you froze. "I don't... I don't understand what you mean by that."
"I worry about us, mainly I worry about myself. Why? Because you're all I think about," he continued, his honesty cutting through the room. You listened, sensing the urgency of what he needed to let out of his chest.
Heeseung took a deep breath, grappling with the unspoken. Feeling his eyelids droop, he still continues on. "There are things I've never shared, thoughts that consume me. I know we promised to be there for each other when we needed anything, and I'm sorry for breaking it. But, I really couldn't find a way to tell you this. I need you to understand that I've tried my best to ignore these feelings, but I can't."
Opening his eyes, he held your gaze. "I think I like you, YN." The revelation hung in the air, leaving the room charged with unspoken emotions.
“You like me?”
“Yeah. I fell deep. I fell for everything about you–your smile, your jokes, your calmness, everything. You’re practically perfect. Just…just give me a chance you love you right.”
Heeseung's revelation weighed heavily on you, rendering you momentarily speechless. His intense gaze held yours, making it challenging to find the right words. After a gulp, you broke eye contact and finally uttered, "Wow, Hee... I'm at a loss for words. I don’t even know what to say." The room resonated with the gravity of unspoken emotions, and uncertainty hung thick in the air.
"What do you mean?" Heeseung wore a confused expression, not expecting this response. This was not like those sweet drunken confessions—had he perhaps drunk too much? You intervened, cutting through his thoughts.
"I really appreciate that you are being honest with me—and I wish you would’ve told me sooner," you expressed, your eyes slightly glimmering, your stomach tying itself into knots. Was he going to get the answer he yearned for?
"Because?" Heeseung slurred, staring at you, hopeful for those sweet words. A heavy silence descended upon the room, carrying the weight of unspoken feelings and the acknowledgment of a friendship forever altered.
"But Hee, you know I can't love you back," you whispered, the truth hanging heavily in the air.
Heeseung froze. "Oh." The disappointment in his voice echoed through the room, marking the poignant end of a hope that had lingered in the unspoken spaces between you. He was just confused. What did you both know?
Heeseung never wanted to be pushy, but the words eventually spilled out. "Did you…find someone better? Or don’t feel the same way…?" He just wanted closure.
"Heeseung, you're drunk," you frowned slightly, a sad glint in your eyes that couldn't go unnoticed.
"So?" he hiccuped.
"I’ll...I’ll tell you later, yeah? Let’s just get you home." As you were about to get up, Heeseung's shoulders slumped as he sighed, a sense of disappointment and vulnerability washing over him. "I just needed to be honest with you, YN...so why can’t you be honest with me?”
"I'm glad you're honest with me…" you said as you put his coat onto him, watching him look up at you as you did so. “And I can’t tell you right now. You just—you just deserve way better.”
"So you’re telling me that I'll just have to find someone who will love me like I do for you, right?" Heeseung managed a faint smile, though sadness lingered in his eyes. “If that’s what you want.”
"I'm sorry, Heeseung," you apologized, the weight of the moment palpable. Your vision was slightly getting blurrier by the second. "I really am."
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euphor1a · 9 months
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Comfort sex with Jungkook
thirst drabbles (10/∞)
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fandom » bts
pairing » jungkook x f!reader
rating » 18+ (minors dni!)
genre » smut, established relationship.
word count » ~ 670
warnings » mentions astraphobia (fear of thunder), profanity, very light dom/sub undertones, unprotected sex, implied cockwarming, praising, slow sex, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!
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The thunderstorm seems to intensify more as you find yourself cradled in your boyfriend’s arms; your bodies connected together. You shriek under him, the deafening sound of yet another lightning strike paralyzing you from fear.
“Oh baby, it’s alright. It won’t hurt you. I’m right here, focus on me, on us.”
You nod silently, sighing when he starts moving again. Jungkook lets his lips caress over your cleavage, overwhelmed by the way your warm, snug, gummy walls clench around his cock. His pace is gentler than ever, his length filling you up to the hilt and sliding back, warmth bubbling inside your chest. 
During all these years of your life, you’ve always been terrified of thunderstorms, especially of thunder. The ear splitting sound, the sudden bolt of light – it induces so much fear in you. But, for the first time, you’re feeling safe and loved with the slow rocking of his hips.
“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Jungkook whispers hotly in your ear. Your hazy, drooping eyes admire him in the dim light illuminating your shared bedroom. He looks so ethereal with some of his hair sticking to his forehead, honeyed skin glistening with perspiration. All the strong muscles of his built form flex to keep him hovering over you; his thrusts controlled, slow and steady. 
You can’t help but wonder how lucky you are to have him as your lover. No cause, you genuinely couldn’t ask for someone better to be by your side. As if he knows what you’re thinking about, Jungkook leans down to kiss you, your mouth opening up for him. Your soft moan encourages him to explore further, your tongues tangling together in their own dance of passion.
The kiss is all-consuming, setting your nerve endings on fire. Pressing into him more, you try to grind against his pelvis needily, seeking friction where you most want it. Jungkook immediately complies, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles.
“Fuck, please…” Your breathless whisper is almost inaudible due to the heavy raining outside. But, he heard you – loud and clear.
He picks up the pace ever so slightly, his cock hitting all those sensitive spots deep inside your cunt. It makes you delirious. Burying your face in his shoulder, you bite down on his flesh in an attempt to hold yourself together. Jungkook hisses in pleasure, his member stimulating your g-spot and cervix with each of his deep thrusts. 
“Goddamn it, baby!” Jungkook grunts, his thumb pressing onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. He can sense that you’re close, sweet pussy clenching around him more often. “You’re doing so well, angel. Come for me.” You blindly pull him in for a kiss, muffling your moans and whimpers. The squelching sound of your and his body meeting over and over echoes through the room, making him groan.
You feel the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening dangerously, snapping within moments. As the ecstasy crashes over you, Jungkook hisses, halting his movements for a split second to revel in the feeling of you clamping down onto his girth. You cry out his name, a string of incoherent words leaving you.
His thrusts turn fast and sloppy as he chases his own release after you. “Don’t pull out, please.” You whine, pussy walls clenching around his twitching cock. Tears gather in your eyes, your sensitivity making his movements feel more overwhelming. 
After a while, Jungkook finally reaches his own high with a low growl. He spills his seed deep inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls white. You moan simultaneously, his spent body falling on top of you. 
“I love you so much,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. His rapid heartbeat slows down as he catches his breath, lips pressing kisses on every inch of your skin within his reach. 
“I love you too, angel.” Jungkook nuzzles your neck endearingly. The rain outside has slowed down, the soft pitter-patter of it on the windows coaxing a sigh out of him.
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱
to celebrate the official release of still with you <3, a song that holds an enormous amount of significance to me. also, it’s monsoon over here, making it even more meaningful ❤️‍🩹! thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope you enjoyed it 🥺! apologies for any mistakes left in there!
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sunnebeam · 6 months
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run away with me?
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A 'DARKEST LITTLE PARADISE' DRABBLE.
pairing: min yoongi x reader
warnings: mafia au (but no specific details in this particular drabble), mentions of sex work, making out in the car
masterlist + disclaimers.
note: in case u didn't know, i'm still currently on my aug-oct vacation (see details in pinned post!) and this post was scheduled in advance :> this is shorter than usual but i hope it's still enjoyable. and u know the drill, don't forget to leave feedback & share ur thoughts &lt;3
— prev: everything just stops | next: this is how the world works
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Yoongi's lips touch yours and all your inhibitions go away.
You deepen the kiss, having deprived yourself of him for so long so now, you can't seem to get enough. You climb out of your seat to move across the center console and onto his lap.
He plants his hands on your waist, groaning into your mouth with his lips consuming yours.
"Yoongi," you mumble against his soft lips.
"Yeah, princess?" he hums.
You pull away and he almost whines at the loss. But he quickly recovers to hear what you have to say.
"I love you, too."
He freezes.
"I love you," you repeat, smiling as you let your feelings run free. "Maybe not like how the past me loved you. But I guarantee you it's just as much, if not more."
His breath hitches before he shakes his head, chuckling.
"You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that."
He pulls you back to him, resuming your makeout session but this time with more sentiment.
He kisses you like his life depends on it, and you kiss him back just as passionately. The atmosphere naturally starts to escalate and soon enough, you're rocking your hips against each other, seeking friction.
It's been a while since you last had sex, what with your birthday and the revelations that came with it. Your bodies crave each other desperately, having been deprived for so long.
It would be understandable if you do end up fucking in the car. But unfortunately, there's something holding you back.
A black, shiny, metallic something.
You feel its outline in one of Yoongi's pockets and you know it's a gun. Instantly, your mood plummets when you realize just how extreme his line of work is, how risky and dangerous it is.
You don't think you can handle that lifestyle.
"What's the matter, princess?"
You stare at him, your eyes that were droopy and lust-filled just seconds before are now wide and pleading.
"Yoongi," you whisper, "would you run away with me?"
For the second time that day, Yoongi freezes at your words.
"If I asked you," you continue, still in a whisper, "would you give up everything and come with me?"
"What are you saying?" he finally utters.
"I have some money saved up," you tell him. "I always knew I was gonna quit my job at the brothel eventually and I've been saving up for a while now."
You take his face in your hands, caressing his cheeks, before you ask him again one more time.
"Run away with me, Yoongi."
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ranphobic · 5 months
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I SEE HEAVEN (A HANDS REACH AWAY) - sano manjiro
warnings: nsfw, 18+ content. fem reader, bonten mikey. praise, pet names (sweet girl), begging, mentions of previous edging, themes of worship.
wc: 846 words
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“Mikey, please…”
You can barely get the words out, so overwhelmed by the weight of Mikey inside you. He fills you up completely, cockhead nestled just at your cervix and you don’t know what to do with yourself, mind foggy and weighed down with satisfaction at the stretch he provides. It seems like Mikey is all you know, all that surrounds you, so much so that it feels like you’re breathing him. At this very moment, Manjiro Sano is the axis on which your world spins.
“Hm?” His voice is quiet, seemingly unaffected aside from the slight shakiness in it, the heavy breaths he takes in after speaking. “What do you want?” Expectancy swims in his eyes, so black you swear you were free falling into their depths and despite the impossibility of it, you try to tell him of the pleasure that strikes through the centre of you.
“Wanna, wanna cum-,” you slur as Mikey pulls his hips back, cutting off your words and you clench around the empty space he leaves. The absence of him is a huge one and you can’t help but search for him - hands reaching for him, bleary eyes trying to make sense of the little grin on his face.
It takes everything in him not to chuckle at you. You’re so earnest, blooming open for him like a rose and Mikey can’t really contain the urge to tease you. His eyes shine with mirth, loving and curious, examining your hazy eyes. You’re overstimulated, and hopelessly so, from the hours that he had fucked you, the countless times he brought you to the precipice of an orgasm and dragged you away and yet you never complained, never did anything but whimper and take it. There was something intoxicating about the reverence in your eyes when he denied you, something about the tears gathering in your lash line that made his chest tighten and his cock twitch. He had trained you perfectly. His sweet, sweet girl.
A sob draws his attention back to you, his eyes watching your lips shape around the syllables of his name, and it’s then that he pushes in again. The feeling of fullness is one that you are grateful for, pussy clenching around him as if to convey your thankfulness and he gives a choked groan in response. His gaze falls to where the two of you are connected, black holes taking in the site of your cunt stretching around him, the ring of white you leave on his cock. You choke on the pleasure, whimpering out your thanks as if worshipping him, like he was showing you mercy, toes curling as the pleasure fogs your brain further, eyes pressing closed as he fucks you, fast and precise. 
You rake red lines into porcelain skin, body arching into him as praise flows from his lips. He tells you, voice ragged and breathless, how well you take him, how good you’ve been for him. He tells you that you are his, repeatedly, and what else can you do but agree?
He treats you so gently, hands caressing your face and you revel in it, body curling into his as you pull him ever closer to you. He reaches down to draw circles into your clit, pulling you closer and closer to bliss. The moan that leaves you is wanton, unrestrained and pleading as you beg him to let you cum.
“Feels so good, Mikey,” you gasp, “Please.” and he answers you with the press of his lips against your own, stealing the breath from your lungs.
“I know, baby.” And his permission is whispered into the softness of your skin, the crook of your neck, your chest. It sets you off, euphoria bearing down on you in waves, white-hot pleasure sending bolts of electricity through your body. It’s almost consuming, how good this feels after hours of being denied, this kindness Mikey had granted you and you give him your thanks, babbling repeatedly as your hands search for purchase against his back.
Mikey cums as you do, with no choice but to succumb to the way your cunt clenches around him, the way pleasure sparks in his abdomen. It boils low, simmering until it overflows with a groan, one that vibrates through your skin as he kisses your collarbone. You wear a necklace of his love bites, the bruises sucked into your delicate skin a testament to how wholly you give yourself to him. The proof of it is clear as he pulls out, dregs of milky-white cum dripping from you as he watches, eyes focused on the way you flutter around air, how he leaks from you. 
He had done this to you, taken you apart slowly, breaking you down until your world was made only of him. 
Manjiro Sano is a ruinous man, unrepentant and unwilling to change. Even then, even ruined, you are beautiful, angelic. Dried tears cake your cheeks, body shuddering as he lifts you from the bed and Mikey knows, even now, that you are the closest he’ll ever get to heaven.
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bloggingnsfw · 4 months
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Werewolf Breeding Pt 1
Werewolf x Reader Werewolf x Y/N
Warning: Breeding, Slight Dub-con (maybe), Creampie, Rough sex,
Part 2
I originally wrote this with a girl named Arya being taking by a big bad werewolf but changed it to Y/N for you guys!
Inside the dark cavern lit only by the flicker of distant torches, Y/N could feel every movement of the massive grey werewolf approaching her. Its heavy footsteps echoed against the moist stone walls, creating an ominous, almost sensuous soundtrack to what would transpire between them. As she stood there, naked, vulnerable, and trembling with excitement, she knew that this was more than just another lustful encounter – it was the start of something extraordinary and deeply profound.
As the alpha werewolf loomed over her, its mighty frame casting a shadow that seemed to consume the whole chamber, she felt an insatiable thirst growing inside her, begging to be quenched.
The air around them crackled with raw energy, the sounds of panting breaths and heaving chests filling the otherwise silent space. Inch by tantalizing inch, the wolf lowered itself towards her until they were face to face, their gaze locked together.
The alpha male stared deep into her emerald green eyes; his intent unmistakably clear. With one swift motion, he took hold of her hips and guided himself into her, causing Y/N to gasp sharply. Her body welcomed him eagerly, embracing the immense power and intensity of the werewolf's cock as it filled her completely. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, holding onto him like a lifeline.
Each downward thrust made her groan with pleasure, while each upward stroke had her whimpering in anticipation. Their bodies moved in harmony, becoming one flesh. The soft sounds of their lovemaking reverberated throughout the entire cave, echoing across the damp stones like whispers from the gods themselves.
Without warning, the alpha began to quicken his pace, his movements now marked by desperation and urgency. As sweat dripped from his brow, his calloused hands held onto her slender waist possessively, digging deep into her skin.
With each forceful plunge, he growled with satisfaction, knowing he was taking full advantage of her ardent response. It wasn’t unusual for the alpha to dominate a mate—it was how nature designed these creatures to reproduce—but tonight felt different somehow. The intensity between them was palpable; an undeniable electricity coursed through their veins, binding them closer than ever before.
"Oh god!" she cried , her voice strained and ragged from her continuous pleasured gasps. "I can't…
. . I can't…," Y/N cried again, unable to contain herself any longer. The surge of intense desire rocketed through her core, overwhelming her with wave after wave of euphoria. Each orgasm sent shockwaves through her petite form, leaving her quivering and utterly seduced by the wolf's strength. As if reading her mind, the alpha slowed his fervent rhythm slightly but kept moving within her. The feeling of being claimed so passionately by such a magnificent creature left her speechless and awestruck.
Unable to speak due to the overpowering waves of bliss coursing through her, Y/N could do nothing but revel in the animalistic intensity of their coupling. The thought of conceiving a child with this otherworldly creature fueled her eagerness even further.
Her back arched violently, fingers clawing the rough stone wall behind her, Y/N let out a shriek of pure ecstasy as her climax hit hard and fast. Throbbing with the force of a thousand sunrises, she couldn't believe the depth of pleasure she experienced.
Climactic spasms wracked her small frame, drawing shudders from the tip of her head to the soles of her feet. The sight of the alpha wolf, his own eyes glazed with ardor, caused goosebumps to rise along her neck. Y/N threw her head back, exposing her throat to him. The smell of their combined heat and exertion hung heavily in the air, a tangible manifestation of their fierce bond.
Still joined, they lay panting, catching their breath together.
For a moment, neither spoke nor moved, simply basking in the warmth of their shared experience. Then, without warning, the alpha wolf raised himself on all fours once more, his massive frame towering over her. With a low rumble in his chest, he positioned himself between her spread legs, ready to claim her yet again.
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide with both fear and fascination. Despite the size difference, she found herself wanting to submit fully to the wolf's primal instincts. She reached up and ran her hand lightly down his flank, tracing the outline of his powerful muscles. Feeling the warmth radiating from his body, she allowed herself to surrender entirely to the moment.
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Drunken haze
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Tags: prohero!Bakugou, groping, cussing, consumption of alcohol, sexual innuendos, short image. Minors do not interact!
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Clubs had never been Bakugou's favorite scene.
He hated how the establishment was filled with all types of people, dancing, overly sweating, drinking, being all loud without a care in the world.
He was already chugging his seventh drink when he saw you across the bar.
A pretty little thing, wearing a silk-like orange dress that reached your midthighs, showing so much skin it was tantalizing. A sparkly, fine chain was circling your waist, and it connected with a similar necklace. Your hair was perfectly syled, as if you went to a salon before stepping into the club, and he could make out your simple make-up, which did nothing but enhance your beauty.
So delectable, he wanted a piece.
He was planning on a quick approach, throw a couple of flirts and get you at his place to hopefully bury his face in between those pretty thighs of yours. But when you briefly locked eyes with him after your friend whispered something in your ear, Bakugou felt intimidated. Something so unusual of him.
The bartender, the one attending the VIP tables, manages to catch his attention.
"Would you like anything else?"
His friends are quick to order up some concoctions for their next rounds, and when the guy looks at him expectanlty, Bakugou huffs, eyes once again finding solace in your pretty sight, now laughing at something the girl beside you was saying.
"A whiskey for me, and a Platinum Passion for that chick" He motions with his chin, eyes not even once leaving your table. He misses how his friends are exchanging weird looks, or how the bartender nods, albeit a little taken aback.
"Uh, sure. Right away"
He waits, roughly five minutes, and when the bartender finally gives you the drink, Bakugou is already feeling cocky, much more so when you look up at him and smile. A pretty smile that he wants to turn into an open box of symphony, moaning for him. He revels into the attention, but is short lived when your friend taps your shoulder to continue whatever conversation you were having.
Then, the bartender approaches his table once again, this time bringing him the whiskey. He pulls out his wallet.
"Sir, the whisky is only five.."
" If 'ya get that hot chick to come home with me those are all 'urs" the bartender takes the quite scary-looking stash of money, and looks at the prohero as if he has grown another head, then looks at his friends in search of something.
"Oi, Kats" Mina slurs, mostly inhebrieted but not enough to not understand what was going on. " u drunk?"
Bakugou scoffs. He wasn't drunk. Tipsy, yes, but not drunk. What was so wrong with a guy wanting to get some? Especially when the night offered him such pretty little thing to ravage? You're cute, too pretty to pass on such opportunity. Tipsy or not, he wants you. Consensually, of course.
"Piss off. And you-" He almost snarls at the bartender, which is quick to straighten his back, "you got a job do to. Scram!"
The poor guy leaves in a hurry, and Bakugou goes back on sipping his drink, happy to see that you too seem to enjoy his offering.
"Bakubruh-" Kirishima too is slurring, tongue seemingly twisting in his mouth by the amount of alcohol he has consumed in the past three hours. "Youh'r a lost causs"
Bakugou rolls his eyes at his spoken grammar, deciding to ignore whatever his friend was trying to say. But when his eyes went back at your table, you weren't there, and he let out a string of curses.
He scared you off.
Of fucking course he scared you. A stranger bought you a drink and then sent a bartender to tell you that he wants to get in your pants- well, skirt. Who knows how many creeps had done the same thing, he should've of known better than this. He's a pro hero for crying out loud! And just now he stooped lower than any other scumbag-
"Hi, pretty boy" He turns around like almost burned, eyes shining at the realization that you decided to approach him. He wants to greet you back, but his throat seemed to temporarily go numb.
You're so, so much more prettier up close, and he couldn't wait for that coral lipstick to be imprinted all over his skin.
"Heard you want to take me home?" Your palms slide on his pecks, body barely bending over his shoulder to give a soft, barely felt kiss on the side of his neck. His palms are sweating like crazy, while his heart is doing flips at this turn of events.
"Fuck yeah princess" He gets up from the cushion, turning around to slide his hands over that flimsy cloth you call dress, and grabs a handful of your ass. Never had his hands ever felt at home like in that moment. So small compared to him, so delicate in comparison with his roughness, so sweet, so pliant, and so easy to have. He was going to ruin you.
As he walks out with you, wrapped around your back, hands never seeming to stop at feeling up your body, the bartender turns to his colleague, mouth agape and eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
"I swear... I've never seen someone so drunk before"
"What do you mean?"
"He paid me 10k to ask his wife to take him home, can you believe it?"
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