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#i was still in a hazy state but it slowly lifted enough for me to feel shame again and be able to walk myself to the medical tent

loaksbitch · 1 year

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jake sully telling you to stop running away and take him when you’re overly stimulated while he’s not even near his orgasm?? yes pls i’ll def write it!! (⨳)

warnings - jake being jake obviously needs a warning itself, hellooo?? tummy pressing, pinning hands above head, forced orgasm, overstimulation, p in v, mean jake turns soft jake at the end but still we all love him, ehh idk what i missed so tell me ( grammar errors and typos ahead )

“‘s too much.” your words fell on deaf ears as your mate keeps rutting to you hard, knocking up your gut.

you’ve lost count of how many times you’d came through the time you both started to fuck. “j-jak-jake” you’d keep stuttering every time he thrusts up to you, “can’t get enough of this pussy, princess” he states.

“can’t get enough of you” he’d sneak his arms and wrap them around your waist before brining you up from the floor to his strong thighs. “no!” you whine when you feel him fully sink into your heat

jake would look down to where you both are connected and groan at the sight of your arousal all over his cock. “fuck, you’re taking me so well” he cusses holding you by your hips and pulling you up from his length to push you back in

at this point you’re nothing but his cocksleeve, jake ignores your pleas and keeps rutting to you like a monster. you gasp when you feel a bubble is about to burst in your tummy and shake your head knowing you’ll pass out if your mate won’t stop

not thinking of consequences, you slightly lift yourself up from his thighs but not fully for his cock to slip out and place your small hand on his pelvis, trying to push him off and that was a big mistake

“JAKE!?” you scream when he pulls you down forcefully. “where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he would hiss under his unstable breath and place you by your back, pressing your hips down to the floor.

you’ve now pissed jake on top of you, one hand claiming your tiny hands and pinning them above your head. “stop running away,” you feel his other hand push your left leg to the side for more access. “stop fucking running away and take it, take me”

you shake your head side to side as tears keep forming in your eyes. “it hurts,” you hear him scoff. “should’ve thought of that before being brat and pissing me off, lover girl”

you feel his hand that was holding your left leg slowly slide up to your tummy and once he was below your navel he only was needed to press lightly to feel how deep he was fucking your cervix. you did not even need to tell him you’re cumming as he felt you squeeze the day light out of his cock

“that’s it pretty girl, cum for me” he leans down to kiss your lids and wiping your tears with his hand that was pressing on your tummy, “fuck i’m so close” jake says making you gasp a sob out ‘finally’ you manage to think as your fogged mind processes what’s happening

you squeeze your eyes shut when you feel him bottom out to paint your walls nice and pretty. “so fucking gorgeous with my load in you” he would compliment you as you two try to ease your breath

finally being able to think straight, you feel jake pullout of you with a constant “shh, you did so well princess” and sweet nothings being whispered to your ears. after a while, you’re partially awake with hazy eyes as you watch jake press a warm and wet towel at your sex to clean you up

once everything was done, jake spoons you and keeps apologizing for making you cry, you hum knowing somehow it’s your fault for being a brat and trying to make him jealous with flirting with other men he doesn’t like. “i love you, pretty girl”

he’d only smile when you answer him with a soft purring as you’re technically sleeping.

boy OH BOY this is nothing but a cow shit 😭 sorry this ain’t what y’all expected :’)

like + reblog + comments are super appreciated and not pressured. i love each and everyone of you babies <3

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ryukatters · 8 months

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4EVA (that means forever) - s. gojo

⟡ Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

⟡ Content/warnings: //smut, //cockwarming, //unprotected smex, overstimulation, //cunnilingus, //cum eating, some dub con if you squint, lovesick! Gojo, Gojo’s also a little shit but what’s new? (Pls let me know if I forgot anything)

⟡ A/N: brain go brrrrr. i want him so bad. completely not proofread

⟡ Summary: I know two things and two things only: 1) Satoru Gojo is obsessed with you and 2) he is obsessed with overstimulating you

⟡ wc: 1.8k

Your boyfriend is annoying.

You hate him. You want him. Everything’s too much. It’s not enough.

You snap out of your stupor at the sound of Satoru’s voice. “I thought I told you to focus, sweetheart,” he tuts with a teasing tilt.

You want to scoff. How could you not focus when the very person asking you to is the same one that’s consuming all your senses?

“Fuck you, Satoru,” you hiss. Unsurprisingly, no matter how much venom laces your tone, your words go rushing straight to his dick. You’re just too cute, all the time, Satoru thinks. Especially when you’re like this, completely at his mercy. All bark and no bite. Though he wouldn’t mind if you had the latter, either. He likes it when you put up a fight, because making you fall apart is so much sweeter that way.

You can feel him twitch inside you. The dull throbbing within you makes you shudder with pleasure, still over-sensitive from how Satoru’s managed to fuck you until you’re cock-drunk and delirious. A whine manages to escape from your lips, and Satoru can’t help but laugh. You can snap at him all you want, but he knows exactly how to give it to you, just how you like it.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he hums into your ear, running his large hands up and down your body in an attempt to comfort you. Goosebumps are left in the wake of where his burning hands pass. “Sensitive, huh? I haven’t even done anything to you.”

Liar, you think. Gojo’s managed to take orgasm after orgasm out of you— always urging you with a, “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. You can give me one more, right?” —no matter how much you whine that it’s too much.

He’s insatiable in every regard to you. If he could, Satoru thinks he’d crawl under your skin and live there.

You want to cry. You feel so very overwhelmed, all senses heightened. The hot puffs of Satoru’s breath over your neck, the way one of his hands squeeze at your tits, and the way the other snakes down between your legs to rub loving circles into your clit.

You gasp at the sudden surge in pleasure, head lolling back to rest on Satoru’s shoulder. You can still feel his lips against your neck, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he presses a kiss followed by a hard suck and loving bite against your jugular. Your hips involuntarily lift up, walls dragging against Satoru’s cock. He hisses before he slams you back down into his lap.

“Nuh uh, pretty girl,” he borderline growls, hand leaving a warning slap against your clit. “The whole reason we’re here is because you didn’t want to behave. You’re going to take what I give you like the good girl I know you are.”

You nod like you understand, but your mind is far too hazy to take in anything aside from how your boyfriend is making you feel.

“Toru, toru, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, nails digging deep crescents into either of your boyfriend’s thighs.

“Yeah? Cum for me then, sweetheart.”

The coil that’s slowly been threatening to unravel this whole time suddenly snaps, sending you spiraling into a state of euphoria. The pleasure is so mind-blowing it feels like you’ve ascended to heaven.

Satoru’s eyes roll back into his head as he lets out a guttural groan. Your pussy pulses around his length, and he only gives a few shallow thrusts before a moan comes tumbling out of his lips and he paints your insides with his cum. His grip on you somehow gets even tighter, strong arms squeezing you as he rides out his orgasm, like his subconscious is determined to meld the two of you into one.

You can barely comprehend what’s happening to you as Satoru slips out from behind you, and forces you onto your back as you hit the mattress with a soft thud. Your eyes flutter shut as you come down from your high.

You feel a dip in the mattress by your legs. Your thoughts go static still. No, it can’t be. Your eyes snap open to see Satoru make himself at home in between your legs for what feels like the hundredth time today.

He smiles sweetly up at you, planting a few open mouth kisses down your stomach and on the insides of your thighs. Your eyes meet his, and you’re hit with an overwhelming surge of emotions. Satoru’s eyes are blue like the clearest sky, and they could never hide anything from you. Right now, all you can see is pure, unadulterated want. There’s a predatory glint in his eyes that makes your legs feel like jelly. You stiffen, breathing jagged as your heartbeat quickens.

Satoru wastes no time in pressing a sweet kiss to your clit, sucking lightly. His hands have a vice grip on your hips as you thrash beneath him, willing you to stay in place.

“Toru, please,” you cry out. It feels like you’re begging, but you’re not quite sure for what. Release? Or for him to let you go so you can wipe that smug grin off his stupidly handsome face? “It’s too much, I can’t—“

“But you can, pretty,” he hums, with so much conviction that you start to believe him too. The subtle vibrations of his murmurs against your pussy do nothing for your near-delirious state. “And you will,” he says with finality.

There’s no room for arguing, because what Satoru wants is what Satoru gets.

And what Satoru wants right now is for you to fall apart even more for him, to feel the squeeze of your thighs against his head as you try to rock your hips against his face until he passes out.

“Besides,” his tongue prods at your entrance, “we need to clean you up somehow. You’re dripping.” And to prove his point, he drags two fingers inside you, expertly hitting that spongey spot that knocks the wind out of your lungs and has you seeing stars. You can vaguely make out the lewd squelches that fill up the room, and the warm mix of yours and Satoru’s cum dripping out and down your slit. Your boyfriend watches in a trance as the milky white slick dribbles out of you, slowly but surely on its way to wet his bedsheets. He wastes no time in lapping it up before it can even hit the sheets. It would be a shame for any of that to be wasted, he thinks.

“Look at me,” he demands. You manage to weakly prop yourself up on your shoulders, tears threatening to spill as Satoru continues you finger you. You look so needy, so pretty like this. Your lip juts out in a slight pout and Satoru swears he can cum just by looking at you. “There’s my good girl,” he all but coos.

“You’re so perfect,” he rasps, and he shudders at the way you clench around his fingers at his praise. He alternates between sucking at your clit and licking up and down your pussy, moaning at the way you taste when combined with him. You taste phenomenal normally, but the fact that you would even grant him the privilege of letting him ruin you has his mind reeling, and it makes him a little crazy.

You’re so, so close. Your eyes screw shut in an attempt to drown out everything that isn’t Satoru’s tongue and fingers. Just a little bit more— then all of a sudden the mind-numbing pleasure is gone, ripped away from you.

“I thought I told you to look at me?” Satoru’s voice cuts through you, and although there’s a slight teasing tilt to his question, you know better than to disobey him a second time. That smile on his face promises no mercy.

“Satoru, I—“

“If you want to cum, keep your eyes on me.”

You know not to argue with him when he’s as pussydrunk as he is (though you also know that even if you didn’t listen, he’d let you cum anyways. Satoru could never refuse you that.)

Satoru swears he’s found heaven between your thighs as you grind your pussy against his face. He’s practically making out with your pussy, looking up at you with hearts in his eyes as he suckles on your clit, his saliva mixing with your slick that begins to pool beneath you. Your incessant whines and chants of his name fill his ears and he feels dizzy. You look at him, dazed, and he can’t help but think that he’s never seen a sight more beautiful than you.

A melody of your ecstasy and his bliss fill the open air. The wet sounds of his tongue slurping your pussy and his fingers stretching out your tiny hole are enough to make your ears burn. But all of that hardly matters when Satoru takes one of your hands and places it on top of his head, urging you to card your fingers through his white locks, tugging a bit roughly, just how he likes it. Satoru doesn’t let up, and the way he’s going down on you almost feels greedy.

The familiar pleasure bubbling up within you threatens to spill again, and all you can do is babble as a tear slips down your cheek. Satoru hasn’t stopped looking at you, and even with him practically devouring you, the stare he gives you is primal and hungry.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you baby?” Though it seems more like a statement than a question. You nod desperately, clenching around Satoru’s fingers.

“Need to cum so badly, Toru. Pleas—“ you begin to plead, but you’re cut short by a hard suck to your swollen clit and Satoru thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a quicker pace.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I know. I’ll let you cum.”

You trill as you hit your umpteenth climax, with Satoru not stopping his ministrations until you’re pushing him away. He pulls away from your pussy with a slight pop and smiles at you, chin shimmering with his spit and your juices. He cages you underneath him, and gives you a loving kiss on the lips before he pulls away slightly.

He grips your jaw, tapping his index finger against the plushness of your cheek. He grins when he hears you whimper. You open your eyes to meet his once more. “Hey, pretty girl.” Satoru coos, sickeningly sweet. You can feel a wet spot accumulating on the apex of your thigh, followed by a few taps of something hard.

“Think you can give me one more?”

Then y’all go for 3 more rounds

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost or translate my writing anywhere.

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queerpumpkinnn · 2 years

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Haze

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Summary: Morning head from Remus Lupin (either era works, it's nonspecific).

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Content warnings: Not a whole lot tbh, this is pretty vanilla. Oral sex (reader receiving), pet names, praise, body worship, Remus being a sarcastic little shit lol, biting (like once), hair pulling, potentially garbage writing as this is my first time writing smut, so please bear with me.

"Doll."

Though it barely registered, the single word disrupted the hazy feeling in your head. It was low and gravelly and oh, so softly spoken. Not shifting from your position, seeming to have turned to stone in the drag of sleep, you gave a single 'hm' sound.

"Sweetheart, it's nearing noon. Wake up." A large hand found its way to your upper arm, stroking it in an attempt to rouse you.

Face buried in your pillow, you murmured a grumpy "no".

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No."

A quiet chuckle sounded behind you. "What am I going to do with you?"

You only replied with a hum, trying not to do anything so as to stay in the foggy half-asleep state that you relished.

This was disrupted, however, when you felt the hand rubbing your arm shifting smoothly to your waist. The haze in your head was slowly fading, you could feel it, as his feather-light touches began to wander. His fingertips traced the hem of your t-shirt, back over your waist and up your spine. Against your conscious will, your back arched at the touch.

"How ever will I get you up?" His tone, while smooth and gentle, had a teasing lilt to it, as if he already knew the answer.

This certainly got your attention. You'd been dating long enough to know exactly what that tone of voice was implying.

His lips were next to tease you, softly pressing against the back of your neck and peppering down to your shoulder. Meanwhile, his hand had lifted your shirt and was tracing the waistband of your underwear, occasionally dipping a finger to graze the skin underneath the band but never venturing where he knew you were craving him.

"Rem..." You murmured, shifting a bit so that you lay more on your back.

"Hm?" He was playing dumb. Remus had no intention of indulging you, at least not yet.

"Please," You breathed, still too sleepy to engage in coherent thought. The only sensations you could comprehend in this state were the tactile ones- the ones he was giving you.

And boy, could you feel them. You felt sparks shooting down your stomach in excitement as he toyed with the waistband of your underwear.

"Please what?"

You groaned, not wanting to have to actually say it.

"I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me, bunny." He cooed, gently biting the flesh of your shoulder.

"Need you to touch me." You breathed, your voice hoarse and desperate.

"There you go." You could hear the smile gracing his lips as you heard him shift over you. "Of course I can do that."

Now that Remus was hovering over you, you could feel his presence tenfold. You could feel the weight of his arm propping himself up just enough to not crush you but low enough so that you could feel his body against yours. His lips had attached to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your throat. Remus' hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, his patience waning. With a soft giggle you helped him in pulling it off, baring your chest to him.

"God, you're gorgeous."

For the first time since he woke you, you cracked open your eyes just barely to see his hungry eyes raking your body. Remus swung his leg over your torso so he was straddling you, leaving his other hand free so that he could grope both your tits. Both thumbs swiped over your nipples, now pebbled, and began toying with them as his mouth dropped to your collarbone, licking and kissing and biting his way down to your chest, stomach, waist, until he had slithered right between your squirming thighs.

"Calm down dove, I'm getting there." He placed small kisses on the insides of your thighs, complimenting the touches by dragging his hands tantalizingly along the outsides. "Let me take my time with you. I want to enjoy every single inch of this stunning body, yeah? Let me take care of you."

At this point you were wide awake, and extremely needy. You were aware that Remus knew exactly what he was doing and that it would be well worth the wait, but that didn't mean it didn't make you ache and throb with need.

"This wet and I haven't even touched you, huh?" He was wearing his signature shit-eating grin, the one he wore when he knew his own power. With one hand still resting on your thigh, he cupped your covered cunt and slowly dragged his hand up, applying special pressure with his index and middle finger- creating that delicious friction that had your hips lifting from the bed.

You were so worked up. You needed him so bad, and yet he was so overwhelmingly close and still not close enough. Your fingers threaded in his hair, trying to urge him to get on with it.

Thankfully he cooperated, using both hands to hook your underwear and drag it down, albeit painfully slow. Your grip on his hair tightened when he had discarded the flimsy, soaked cloth and placed his hands back on your thighs, pushing them apart.

"Remmy, please. Fuck, I need you so bad. Please." Your cunt was screaming for attention, you couldn't hold the words in anymore.

Instead of shooting back a teasing remark, he obliges, running his middle finger up your slit, collecting the slick his words and touches had coaxed from you. A relieved groan rumbled in your throat, which inspired him to finally, finally, bring his mouth down to your pussy, nuzzling your clit with his nose, then dragging it up so his tongue- Fuck, his tongue- could begin working. He groaned with delight upon tasting you, the vibrations catching you off guard in the most pleasant way possible.

It was still a hazy experience, but the feeling Remus was creating on your needy cunt was exhilarating. His lips and tongue working wonders on your pussy was already the trip of your life, but his voice gently praising you, saying things like "that's it", "you taste so good", "fuck, angel, you look so good spread out for me like this" was just that much better- you could feel yourself being pushed up the hill, getting ready for that insane high you knew you could rely on him to provide.

Just the thought had you all the more restless, and restless for you meant squirming. Your hips started moving against his face, desperate for more as your high was just out of reach. Remus used a hand to press your hips down, and the other was used to ease a finger into you, curling and massaging that one spot that had gasping moans ripped from your throat with no restraint. What with how wet you had become it was no problem for his index to join his middle.

The combination of his endless praises, his tongue, and his fingers working on your crying cunt had your high approaching rapidly, and he could tell. The way you got more restless, more vocal, more tense, all told him how close you were to your orgasm. He welcomed these reactions and responded to them by moving his mouth and fingers faster, pulling you towards your high.

When it came, it hit you like a train. That throbbing, euphoric feeling in your core made it feel like sparks in you. Your back was arched, mouth gaping in a long moan, eyes screwed shut and seeing white behind your eyelids. Remus worked you through it perfectly, prolonging it for as long as possible and murmuring sweet praises all the while.

When you had finally calmed down, your chest was rising and falling heavily from your panting, head empty and fuzzy. You hadn't realized until now how strong your grip on Remus' hair had gotten when you came, and so you let go, a bit embarrassed. Your forehead had a slight sheen of sweat on it and your face, you were sure, was red as a tomato.

A moment of silence lay over you, just to sit in the haze of it. After a while, it was broken by Remus.

"Good, you're awake. Let's go."

A/n: Hope you enjoyed! Requests and constructive criticism is always welcome :)

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fushigurro · 9 months

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41. “I wanna fuck you right up against the window.” 117. "Suck on my fingers."

𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙐𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿.

𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / sleazy roommate!eren / fingering / exhibitionism / unprotected sex / creampie / 1k words

tysm for sending these!! i took some liberties with the dialogue itself, but i think it's still pretty true to the prompts hehe. this is my first time writing for eren 😭 so don't judge me pls. i wanted to challenge myself just a little.

prompts from this list:

41. “I wanna fuck you right up against the window.” 117. "Suck on my fingers."

In retrospect, you now realize how ridiculous it had been of you to leave your bedroom with nothing on but a shirt and a pair of panties when you weren’t home alone, sneaking into the kitchen of your apartment to quickly snatch something out of the refrigerator. Eren had been occupying his usual spot on the couch in the living room, playing through one of his video games but diverting his attention long enough to watch very carefully as you made your half-naked appearance. He’d quirked a brow in silence before catching your attention, beckoning you to come closer to him so that you couldn’t retreat back to your room without at least acknowledging his presence (and giving him an opportunity to observe you just a little bit closer).

Other people’s roommates could be pains in the ass because they left dishes in the sink or forgot to clean up after themselves in the bathroom, but Eren Jaeger was a pain in the ass because he wanted to be knuckle-deep in your pussy every time he caught a whiff of the opportunity.

And that’s exactly how he has you now—back pressed against the cool glass of the living room window, panties pushed to the side and his fingers lazily pumping in and out of you as he breathes evenly against your neck. He acts as though this is just another casual moment in his day, but you can feel the way his cock hardens through his jeans as he presses up against you, leaving you with no means of escape even if you wanted to break free from his grasp.

“Thought you knew better than to come around me looking like that,” he mumbles in your ear, savoring the slick sounds of his fingers pushing into you over and over again, slowly but with a finesse that makes your knees wobble. “Makes me think you’re doing it on purpose.”

All you can do is whine in response as he licks and then bites a mark into your neck, sinking his teeth in like he’s taking his time devouring you.

“N-not on purpose,” you finally manage to stammer out, though you wonder if your negligence truly had been somewhat purposeful, at least subconsciously. The slick dripping onto his hand makes it difficult for you to try and deny your current state of enjoyment.

“You sure? Because I don’t believe you,” he states, bringing his green gaze back up to meet yours. “You wanna be seen so bad? I can fuck you right here, right up against this window.”

The darkness outside makes it easier for your two figures to been seen through the window, illuminated by the dim light of the room as he holds you up against the glass. The idea of it doesn’t strike you as entirely negative, so you bite your lip and challenge him with your eyes.

That singular look is all it takes for Eren to slide his fingers out of your cunt and hold them up to your mouth, commanding you to take them in between your lips. “Suck,” he orders calmly but with firmness, watching with hazy eyes as you do just that, licking your juices off his skin at an indulgent pace.

Once you’ve sucked him clean, Eren wastes no time in lifting your shirt up over your breasts and giving one of your nipples a harsh pinch before flipping you around, forcing your chest against the window and spreading your thighs apart so that he can see the arousal that drips down them.

“Fuuuck,” he drawls, and suddenly your ears are met with the sounds of his belt buckle and zipper coming undone, hot and heavy cock filling his palm once he pulls it out and starts dragging it along your slit. There’s no warning for when he decides to push himself inside, filling you up in a single stroke and leaving you gasping for air as he stretches you open for everyone to see.

He starts a selfish pace and revels in the sound of your pussy sucking him in, squeezing his cock and soaking it with every roll of his hips. One hand comes up to hold you by the shoulder while the other finds leverage on your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he takes you with infuriating ease.

“Pussy’s so good,” he praises and throws his head back with a groan. “Want everyone to know.”

You’re too dazed from the way he strokes your insides to notice if there’s anyone in your immediate field of view who might be able to catch a glimpse of your roommate staking his claim. As mortifying of an idea it might be at first, there’s also something deeply arousing about it that makes you have no quarrel with being fucked like this; plus, the building orgasm in your core feels too delicious for you to have much of an objection to anything at this point.

“Fuck, Eren…” you choke out and clench around him, palms pressed flat against the glass and breath causing it to fog.

He speeds up at the indication of your pleasure, desperate to have you cumming around him and to feel his own high wash over him. “Cum on my cock; don’t be shy,” he says between grunts, filling you over and over again with his length until you’re nothing but a mess of unintelligible noises and tremors. You obey his command within seconds and clamp down as the pleasure pulses through you, crying out with eyes rolling back into your head at the overwhelming sensation.

Eren’s thrusts only grow quicker in pace as he draws closer to his own release, breaths bated and your moans filling the air until he finally bursts at the seams. You’re shivering your way down from your orgasm as he starts filling you with his own, warm spurts of white coating your walls as you rest brain-dead against the window. He pumps himself until every drop has been spilled inside you, not wasting the opportunity to make an even bigger mess of you than before.

You feel his lips graze against your neck and then upon the shell of your ear as both of your breaths start to become steady. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says evenly before withdrawing himself, pulling your panties back into place before his cum gets a chance to leak out onto the floor.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot x reader #aot smut #my writing.

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lost-inthedream · 1 year

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Hi! Idk if you are taking requests but could you write a small blurb about what you think sf9 members would say in bed? Rough and soft version. Love your writing btw

Hello! I'm going with a soft version I might have explored the dirty talk enough. Perhaps... Prolly not. Anyways, we're having foreplay, aftercare and actual sex in the following blurbs.

SF9 sweet-talking you

This content is explicit so read under the cut

Youngbin:

You shut your eyes closed swearing that you can see fireworks on your eyelids. Your boyfriend's hips move slowly but without stopping. On top of that, he lets his moans drop from his mouth freely. It's too much information. "Baby girl, why aren't you looking at me?" He whines and immediately has you smile like an idiot without saying a word. "Won't you monitor me? Tell me if I'm doing it right."

Inseong:

His fingers are moving in and out of you in a playful manner. Inseong has fun at your reactions, the way you sigh and squirm is absolutely entertaining for him. Your hand alternates between tightening and loosening the grip around his biceps. "Are you meowing for me?" he asks curling two of his fingers deep inside you. "This is really cute of you, kitten"

Jaeyoon:

Your mind is still hazy from the recent orgasm. The fact that Jaeyoon decided to play with your perky nipples is not helping you at coming back to your normal state. You keep moaning exhaustedly under his gaze. "I'll never get tired of you, my love" You open your eyes reluctantly to see his face. "You're mine, huh?"

Dawon:

You smirked and peeked behind for a glance at Sanghyuk face as he toyed with your butt. He drummed on your cheeks as if he could make music from it. "Are you having fun, baby?" You question. He notices the cocky behavior in your voice although he does not lift his head for you. Dawon groups your flesh before replying "I'm so happy to have this work of art all for me".

Zuho:

Your boyfriend and you had no rush to anything that evening. He took his time kissing your thighs and getting closer to your pussy little by little. Your hands could not stop reciprocating it with affectionate strokes on his head. "I love when we have the entire night for ourselves" He forced your legs wider as he whispered this. Then he stuck his tongue out and shortly slid it against your exposed nub "So sweet and yummy"

Rowoon:

Seokwoo silently motioned you on top of his body so his hands could rest while holding your butt. That made you chuckled and hide your face in his neck. "What is so funny?". You did not move even though your voice got muffed as you explained "You won't let go of me not even for a second". He nods "My body was made to be close to yours, just let me stay like this, princess"

Yoo Taeyang:

That day managed to be so draining on Taeyang that this time he thrust in you at a tame pace. You were lying face to face, close enough to feel each other's breathing. One of your legs was wrapped around his waist as his hips moved delicately. You could help him but you decided that just letting him be was a nice experience. "Is it too slow?" he asked. You shook your head no with a pant. He kissed you on the lips and confessed "I'm feeling every inch of you and that's perfect, love."

Hwiyoung:

You were feeling especially needy that day. A reason for him to be the sweetest boyfriend and nestle you on his lap. As a result, you straddled him and sniffed his neck. He was about to open a can of beer but it did not matter anymore. He rather had his palms in contact with your warm back under your blouse. In no time, you all were grinding on each other and kissing. "You make me forget anything sweetheart."

Chani:

You pulled back from Chani's cock and laid your head on his lap instead, just to see his reaction. His head was once thrown back to rest on the couch but now he lowered it toward you. He was so wasted. "You're such a beautiful tease, huh?" You smiled cutely still loosely holding his girth very close to your lips. He continued "It doesn't matter. I feel good with you"

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It Was Just A Dream Chapter One

Summary: Think of the worst day of your life, and times that by ten. Finding Frankie hanging on to life by a thread was not something Alex Miller ever thought would happen. When he goes to rehab she thinks things will be better, that was until her step-brother Benny who just happened to also be Frankie’s roommate got called back to action. And now Frankie is her responsibility. And she has no idea what the hell to do. Words: 6311 Rating: 18+ SMUT, Adult ThemesWarnings/Triggers: Addiction, Falling for Your Brothers Friend, Language, Reader is somewhat described--longer hair, but no race/eye color/body type-- A/N: I don’t know much about addiction, just the things that I googled. This is completely an AU. I had the beginning of this story pop in my head randomly and thought it sounded fun to explore. Sure we all love Frankie was that sweet puppy dog…but what if he had his own inner demons he had to battle with. The ‘coke charge’ was mentioned in TF and I kinda wanted to explore that side of him.

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**This is written as first person, and its my first time writing in first person, so please be gentle with me. I also include Frankie's POV which will be Bold and Italics

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

It was an early June morning. The rain outside gently tapping against the windowpane. The window still cracked open from the night before letting in a cool breeze that fills the space. The coarse hair under his chin tickled my bare shoulder. Small goosebumps rise on my arm as he lifts his head and places a kiss on the exposed skin. A sigh of content makes him smile. His skilled, calloused fingers trail up and down the curves of my body. His lips find my shoulder again as his hand wraps around me, his large hand finding a home on my bare stomach. Those long fingers of his inching lower and lower, giving me every chance to tell him to stop. Instead I wiggle back, closer to him pressing my body against his.

His thick member pressed against me, just begging to let him in. Grinding against him, letting him know that I want it too. His hand wraps around the meat of my thigh, lifting it up and angling himself to get closer, the tip just teasing my entrance now. At what feels like a snail's pace he begins to push himself inside. Filling me with exactly what I wanted, and him being embraced by the warmth he so desperately craved. I could get use to this wake up call, and he seems to enjoy it too.

“Mmmhmm” I sigh. Eyes still closed, caught in that hazy state. Somewhere between dreamland and reality. I moan again as he pushes further, my hand that was gripping the bed sheet moves behind me searching for him. Cupping his cheek, he turns and places a kiss to my palm before my fingers slide further back finding those luscious chestnut brown locks. I’ve always been jealous of his hair, how soft it was, those curls that formed perfectly at the nape of his neck, you’d have to kill me before I’d ever actually admit to that though.

He takes his time, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips to fill me again. His tights slapping against the back of mine with every thrust. Unlike last night, there is no rush. No hurry, no fear of getting caught. Slow, and lazy letting us both enjoy this time. His deep throaty grunts against my skin, and breathy moans of his name fill the space in between thrusts. Fingers tangled into his hair, he thrusts harder and deeper, hitting that spot just right, working me closer and closer to the edge. Pulling his hair only makes him work harder to fill my every need and desire. I pull his hair, bringing his lips to mine. Moving my body just enough that he starts to hit that spot, that spot only he has found. He swallows my moan, my walls tighten around him gripping him like a vice. Feeling very ridge of his thick cock. One…Two…Three more strong, deep thrusts have him spilling into me, painting my walls with everything he has to give. My fingers still tangled into his hair, holding him close, terrified if I let him go he’ll float away.

He continues to slowly rock his hips, riding out the high he’s just given me. Our lips move as one, the kisses slow, tender. Bodies tangled together, he has taken my breath away literally and figuratively. I have to pull away at some point, turning my head away from him to try and catch my breath. His lips brush over the shell of my ear, his deep baritone voice asking if I was ok, and nod a yes to him before turning to find his eyes and I know that this is what heaven is. He kisses my cheek, kissing every inch of skin he can working his way down to my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. My skin burns with every kiss, every nerve being brought to life. Feeling his teeth graze against my skin before he bites down. His teeth are digging in and there is a loud banging on the bedroom door, my eyes fly open.

Sitting up, I see Frankie leaning against the doorframe of the now open door, “Rise and shine…” he smiles, my face is in complete shock and he must have noticed, “shit Lex, are you ok?”

I don’t answer him right away, he calls my name again. Shaking my head, trying to figure out how just moments again that man who was balls deep, worshiping my naked body is now fully clothed leaning against my doorframe. “Hmm? Oh yeah, yeah. I’m great. Just a uh just a dream” I finally respond.

SIX YEARS EARLIER

I just settled down on the back patio, a good book in hand and a rush cup of coffee, which some might say was more creamer than coffee. But I don’t care, it had been a long week in the office, and I was ready to sit and relax on a Saturday morning. The familiar ringtone of ‘I’m bringing sexy back’ started to play, a ringtone that he picked just to annoy the shit outta me. Before I was even able to say hello after pushing the green button, his panicked voice came through the speaker.

“Alex, I think I lost Fish…” I hear him running around his house

“How in the hell do you lose a fully grown man Benjamin?” I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was tired, and I didn’t wanna deal with this shit today

“Gee, I don’t know Alexandra…”he says my name sarcastically “...maybe, it could be because I was distracted by this banging redhead I brought him from the bar last night”

“Ew, eww, ewww…gross Ben” I stop him before he can continue “I don’t need to hear or know any of this information. Step-sister or not, I don’t need or want to know the details of your sex life. That is a line we do not cross”

My name is Alexandra, or Alex Miller. I joined the Miller clan when I was about 8 years old, same age as Benny, Benjamin Miller. And a few years younger than Will, our older brother. My mom was a widow and met Mr. Miller on an on-line dating site before on-line dating was cool. Sure, we Miller kids became close over the years, but you are never that close to share that kind of information, real siblings or step siblings.

“When was the last time you saw him?” I ask

“This morning, when the sun was rising. I was brining Stephanie some coffee” he sounded so proud of himself for remembering the girls name, “I walked by his room and he was still laying in bed, it’s been about an hour since I last saw him” he sighs “can you please help me find him”

“You last an hour?” I try to joke with him

“Not the time for your little jabs Miller. Help me find him”

“Of course, call if you find him first” I end the call and slide the phone into my leggings pocket, dumping the coffee into the sink and throwing the rest of the coffee in the sink. Grabbing a hoodie and the car keys I jog to my car. It was time to find Fish.

Before I back out of the driveway I remember a text from him earlier in the morning, I didn’t think much of it. He had been sending a lot of random one word texts to me lately

Fishie 🐟: Lexi, I’m sorry

He was the only person in the world that was allowed to call me that

I knew where he was, it’s the same place I would go when the world and life became too much and I wanted to escape. I showed him this park the first time we met. It was after Benny’s first deployment, and they brought home Frankie with them. There weren't many places to escape to in this small town, everyone knew where you were all the time and it at times can be a lot. This park was a place I could go that was just far enough from downtown that I was able to escape and take a minute to breathe.

There wasn’t many cars when I pulled into the lot, many of the cars were parked near the trailhead, none of them were the car I was in search of. I glance towards the back, near the picnic tables and the lake, spotting his truck and I move my car and park in front of his.

Killing the engine I take a deep breath. Thoughts of why I didn't text him back run through my head, but what was going to say? Sorry for what and then never get a response. He had nothing to be sorry for. I open my door and walk towards the drivers side window of his old beat up Chevy. Peeking in, I don’t see him. Empty beer bottles, and a few pill bottles tossed on the floorboard and my heart starts to race. I step to the bed of the truck, nothing. I move back to the front of his truck, place the back of my hand to the hood, it’s cool to the touch and I realize he’s been here for a while.

“Shit, Fish…where the fuck are you?” I say into the emptiness around me, I am trying to not panic after what I saw in the truck. But it’s useless as not only panic, but fear sinks in

I turn and start to walk towards the tables and the waters edge. The closer I get I notice a body, about his size, he’s slumped over one of the tables and my feet run towards it. Seeing a black hat, I started to yell his name. The limp body becomes more into focus the closer I get, that stupid Standard Oil hat he always wears coming into view, the tan jacket he would let me wear some nights. Yelling his name, trying to get his attention to no prevail I run faster. His back was leaning against the table, his body slouched. Head down and arms at his sides, palms face up. Getting closer I see his eyes closed, and his face flushed, he looks ghostly. I touch his forehead to find him clammy and barely breathing. I grab his wrist in search of a pulse.

“Fuck, Frankie…Frankie, wake up” I rub his chest, pushing harder the louder I yell his name trying to get him to wake up, nothing is working and I reach into my pocket, grabbing my phone.

“9 1 1 what is your emergency?” a calm voice answers

Francisco Morales, or Frankie to most. Catfish or Fish to those who knew him best. Or Fishie to me, is a highly trained and skilled pilot in the special forces branch of the Army. He is an expert pilot with medals to prove it, that was up till a few months ago He suffered an injury in a routine training exercise that went bad. A shoulder injury that just wouldn’t heal. A doctor had given him pain meds to help, and after a surgery he was given stronger meds. Those pain meds slowly lead to other drugs, which lead him to cocaine. When he got caught his entire life started to fall apart. Tom, his Captain, had tried to get him another chance, but by the third time he was out. Tom did everything he could, and finally was able to convince to be medically discharged, because of his injury, so he could still receive his benefits. Saying the addiction was their fault, which he did have a point. Benny offered him his spare room to help him get his life back together. But over the course of the year, taking care of Frankie became more than he signed up for. He was more of a parent then a friend and Benny didn’t know what else to do.

“No...no…I don’t know what he took. He’s barely breathing and his pulse is very weak” I say between sobs, trying to keep it together just enough for help to arrive. I was in way over my head “just please, please send help!”

“I have police and fire on their way ma’am. They are moving as fast as they can. How long has he been unresponsive?” the voice on the other end was annoyingly calm, I knew she had to be, but it was pissing me off

“I DON’T KNOW!” I scream into the phone, “Just please hurry. Fish…hey Fishie, I’m gonna need you to wake up now, please. WAKE UP” tears begin to fall, I rest my forehead against his. A silent prayer being said, to whoever would listen, the police sirens growing louder and louder through the valley of the mountains. I look up seeing the red and blue lights flash off the rocks moving towards us, “they are here, someone is here” my voice cracks

A young woman officer is soon by our side. I reluctantly slid away from Frankie, letting the officer start to work. Watching as the officer pulls something from her pocket, popping the top off on her leg, she shoves the nozzle into Frankies nose. Everything was becoming a blur, it felt like time was standing still, I felt frozen in time while the world around me was pushed to fast forward. Fire and paramedics had shown up at some point, and they moved him to a stretcher. Frankie’s eyes were open and he was fighting to get out of the bed. The paramedics having to restrain him against the bed, getting him to stop thrashing around. I feel his eyes lock onto mine and they push him away, and I know he can see the tears I feel falling. Will wrapped his arms around me letting me fall into him, my face buried into his chest.

Benny was being interviewed by an officer, they were trying to piece together what he took and what led to this moment. I hung onto Will, while the same questions were being asked to me. A search of the truck while Frankie was in the back of the ambulance being taken care of.

Over the years Frankie had become like family. Anytime the boys were home for an extended period of time, Frankie would tag along. The Miller home became his home. Frankie and I had become close, I was someone he could trust, a safe place for all his secrets. Things about life, he could never talk to the guys about. He hated talking, he hated how people would feel sorry for him, except for me. My feelings towards Frankie never changed. If he wanted advice, I was there, if he just wanted to vent I was there.

I had developed a crush on him, and if you met him you’d understand. His soft brown eyes, his boyish smile, with a stupid little dimple. He had a calm and steady demeanor about him. The way he would look at me when he talked, or when I would go on about some stupid celebrity gossip he didn’t care about. He looked at me like I held the answers to all the questions, and it made me feel special. But he was off limits, he’s my brother's best friend and teammate, he was family. I know Benny and Will, despite being step-brothers, are the most protective people in the world and would kill any man that broke my heart. I’ve kept this little crush a secret, or at least I thought I did, I always felt like Will knew.

Frankie’s vitals were normal, the police didn’t find a reason to arrest him so he was released. He refused to go to the hospital. Frankie walks to his truck, the three of us standing watching and waiting for him. He digs his hands into his pockets looking for his keys which you have in your hand.

“I’m not going to the hospital” he says matter of factly, “where the fuck are my keys” he growls looking directly at Benny who throws his hands up in defense

“Don’t look at me”

“He doesn’t have them” I say, gripping the key so tight it’s starting to leave an inaction “Frankie”

“Don’t” he looks at me and I can see the betrayal in his eyes “spare me the I should be better and give me my fucking keys Lexi. I want to go home”

“You were knocking on death's door when I found you Francisco” I never called him that, he’s always been Fishie or Fish. He knew he had let me down anytime that name was used. “You were barely breathing, I couldn’t find a pulse. What did you want me to do? You don’t want to go to the hospital, that’s fine. That’s your choice, but there is no way in hell I am letting you get behind the wheel and possibly kill someone, or yourself because you weren’t paying attention” I grip the keys tighter. I am surprised at how strong my voice is despite my heart breaking inside.

His jaw ticks, his tell that he’s angry. His hand flex’s in a fish, he’s frustrated, tired, angry and ashamed. “Fuck. And how exactly do I get home? Walk?” He knows he isn’t getting the key, unlike the guys I don’t back down from him

“I’m taking your truck” Will finally speaks up, he had known Frankie the longest. They went through basic together. Other than me, Will is the only one he seems to listen to. Years spent alongside each other, and Santiago Garcia, they have been through some shit. The kind of shit that bonds you in ways normal people wouldn’t understand. “You can ride with me, or Alex”

“What about Ben?” He asks

“I have shit to fix,” Benny sighs

The three of us knew the answer. There was no way he would be getting in the car with me. The look of disappointment was enough for him to stay away, he didn’t want to hear my lecture to him. Riding with Will would give him what he needed, look out the window, air in his face and being able to blare the music so loud it would drown out his thoughts. Riding with me, it would be anything but that.

“Fuck, fine…let’s go Will” he walks past us, bumping my shoulder as he does, he avoids eye contact with me and it breaks my heart even more. “Will, no talking” he yells as he waits for Will at the door

Will wraps his arms around me, I give him pleading eyes and he seems to know what I’m asking without me saying a word “I’ll try” he whispers before walking to the truck and starting it.

The cool breeze on his face was just what he needed. The final notes to ‘smoke on the water’ begin to fade on the truck's speakers. Will’s hand reaches to turn the volume down. Frankie opens his eyes and turns his head to face Will whose eyes remain focused on the road ahead. Will was determined to get him to talk, he was just waiting for the right moment.

“Jesus Christ, just say it already. I know you want to” Frankie sighs, his own voice yelling inside his head

“Say what?” Will replies, his voice calm

“Please…” Frankie scoffs, “that I’m a loser, a huge fucking disappointment. How I am letting people down. That I should be better. You know all the things Lex would be telling me right now” Frankie closes his eyes. ‘Maybe I should have just gone to the hospital’ he thinks to himself

Will’s focus remained on the road, he sighs and takes a deep breath. This isn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation. Will had this talk with him the first time he was caught with pain meds that weren’t his.

“She’s right, you should be”

“I have nothing left Will. All I have ever known, all I have ever been good at is being a pilot. I know how to fly and I know how to kill. I’m useless here, maybe I shouldn’t even”

“Fuck that Fish, you better not finish that thought” Will pulls to the side of the road slamming on the breaks and turns to face him, “you are not useless, you have so much to live for”

Frankie rolls his eyes, “like what? My girl left me before I even landed. She heard the words ‘drug problem’ and she ran. I’m basically homeless, I live with Benny. I’m jobless, I’m useless. Face it Will, I am useless and nobody needs me”

“Monica was a bitch” Will says, Frankie shakes his head in disagreement

“She was smart. She got out when she could, she didn’t let me drag her down” Frankie looks down, his voice grows quiet “something my Mom should have done with my Dad”

There is a long pause, the silence is deafening. His heart pounding in his chest. Will stays silent

“He died on my birthday ya know. I was 12, maybe 13. When she came to tell me, it wasn’t like she was sad or anything. It was relief?” He says it as a question because even after all these years, he still doesn’t understand the feeling his mother had. “She said something about us not having to worry anymore. Shit…” he rubs his face “I’m just like him”

Will stays silent, he didn’t know this story. Frankie had always stayed quiet about his life as a kid. Saying joining the Army was his way out of a shit situation. Will knew he had to help his friend, his brother. But he’s tried, this time Frankie was going to have to be the one that asked for it. Will looks at Frankie, Frankie’s hands shaking “Fish…”

“I need help”

I haven’t heard from him for a few days, it wasn’t out of the normal. But I expected to hear something from him, maybe a ‘thank you for saving my life’ would have been nice. He was mad, I was mad, and it turned the rocky road even rockier. Will mentioned they talked but not much more than that. It was a Friday night, and I just poured myself a glass of rose, getting ready to Netflix and chill alone. There’s a gentle knock on the door and I sigh, I’m in sweats and an oversized shirt, I don’t want to answer the door.

When I do, I see Frankie standing there, hands in his pocket, like a nervous high school kid knocking on the door of his crush. He’s rocking back and forth not looking at her just yet.

“Hey” he says shyly, his eyes traveling up from my bare feet to my eyes

“Hi” I cross my arms

We stand there in awkward silence, I notice Benny sitting in the car, and I look back to Frankie chewing on the inside of his cheek, “Fish, what are you doing here?” I finally ask

“I’m gonna get the help I need” he finally looks at me again. He stares into my eyes, “I’m sorry you found me like that. I didn’t mean to hurt you”

“Frankie…” I swallow hard, uncrossing my arms and taking a step towards him. Wrapping my arms around his waist

“I’ll see you soon” he says hugging me tentatively and I can feel his heart racing

“I’m happy for you” I pull away, his hands hold my waist, his eyes watery as he looks at me “you’ll be ok, I’ll see you soon” I try to smile

I’m happy for him, he’s going to get the help he needs, I just hope this time it works. He nods, quickly adjusting his cap. Then he leans in and kisses my cheek, he turns and runs back to Benny, his face must have been a mirror image of mine. Shock is probably an understatement.

“Shut up Ben” I hear him say closing the car door

White walls.

White floors.

White bed sheets.

Everything in this place is white, and Frankie hates it all. It’s sterile, the only pop of color is the small garden outside his window, and that nurse Nicole who has been getting to know him. In more ways than one. Frankie hated it, he wanted out, he wanted a hit of something…other than Nicole…she was great, sure. But he needed something stronger, something to take the edge off.

He wondered if this was what hell was like. Listening to people's sob stories of what ended them up here in this white prison. An older gentleman with dark gray hair, and sober blue eyes was going on and on about what brought him here. Frankie wasn’t listening just like he wasn’t listening the first dozen times he heard this story. He was focused on the rain drops hitting the window outside.

“…I should have done this a long time ago. I pushed away everyone who cared about me, and wanted to help me. I didn’t think I needed help, we are all soldiers, we don’t ask for help. I just hope that when this is done and I get out of here they can find it in their hearts to forgive me” the man says, finishing his speech and the small group claps for him

It had been a little over three weeks here, meaning Frankie only had a week left. He had spent every class sitting in the back on the hard uncomfortable chairs listening to people share their stores of what brought them here. He wished he was anywhere else, he would have even being back on the battlefield was better compared to this. This was a nightmare. He was counting down the minutes, the seconds until the little bell would chime letting him know it was time for lunch. He was trying to remain low, stay out of the way and do as little as possible just to get this done and over with.

“Mr. Morales…” the instructor speaks. Karen was her name? Maybe, he didn’t know. He didn’t care. She was nice, going along with Frankie hiding in the background, but if he was going to graduate and be able to leave this place, she was going to need him to open up.

His eyes widen, heart races “hmm…what?” everyone still seated in their seats “Would you care to share with us today?” she smiles at him

“Well, uhh….” all eyes are suddenly on him, “I would but, you know it’s time for lunch”. The little bell chimes again, and Frankie claps his hands together. “Saved by the bell” and there are a few awkward chuckles around him. People slowly standing and moving their chairs to the side. Frankie stands and folds up his chair, his name being called just as he reaches the door.

Karen standing in front of him, “can we chat for a minute?” she asks with a look that no wasn’t going to be taken as an answer

“I would, but see it’s taco night, and if you don’t get there early you get stuck with all the broken shells”

A little ironic, broken shells for the broken man.

“Frankie…” she sighs

“I…uh…I, you’re not gonna take no will you?” he asks and she nods in agreement, “Shit, fine. He walks towards her desk, grabbing a chair along the way. It was times like this he wishes they would have let him keep his hat. His safety net, he wanted to put it on and pull it down where you couldn’t see his eyes.

“Why are you here?” she asks

“I had heard this place and some great food,” he laughs, and she doesn’t even crack a smile, “tough crowd. Ok, My friends said I needed to get help”

“What do you think? Do you think you need help?”

“I don’t know” he leans back and crosses his arms

“Then why are you here?” she asks again, “if you don’t know why you are here, if you are here just for your friends, and you don’t want to be here…why stay? No one is forcing you to be here”

That’s a lie, there's guards at the front door.

“It’s not like I can just walk out the front door. I already tried that. I don’t know, I might need help, but this addiction isn’t my fault. It’s also not my fault that the one person…the only…that someone who cares about me, that I care about found me” he wipes his eyes, not wanting to let the tears actually fall “I didn’t ask her to come find me”

Lie. He sent that text to her, knowing she could come find him. She always did.

“And why didn’t you share that, that’s why we are here. We are here to help you.”

“Everyone has been saying that, maybe I don’t want help. Look, I don’t mean to be an asshole. But what does sharing stories do? Like George, and the, I pushed people away bullshit. His story is nothing like mine. I don’t care about these people, and they sure in hell don’t give a fuck about me”

“Because, everyone here is a lot more like you than you think. For example, Steve you should talk to him”

“Steve?” Frankie asked

“Yes, the gentleman at the end…the one you just called George. His name is Steve”

The next few days were spent getting to know Steve. Frankie hated sharing anything personal but the two of them did have something in common. Steve happened to be a fighter pilot for the Air Force, getting hooked on painkillers after he had retired. Karen was right, this guy was actually pretty ok. They exchanged information, Steve letting him know that he had a friend who could help with the addiction.

It was finally day 30, the day he was counting down too since he got to this place. He had just finished packing up his shit when there was a gentle hand on his back. Nicole, she wanted to make sure she was able to give him the proper send off.

He pushes her so she’s bent over his bed. Lifting her white dress, and sliding her panties to the side. Unzipping his own jeans, he pushes into her in one swift motion. A hand covering her mouth as she moans out his name. He wasn’t going to miss this place, he wasn’t even sure if he was going to miss this. Yeah, she was good and always ready for him. But she wasn’t the girl he wished she was.

His back towards the door, and he continues to rock into Nicole when there’s a knock on his door. He turns to see it slowly being pushed open and his friend, Santiago Garcia standing there. Santiago leaning against the frame, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“Some things never change, do they Cat?” Santiago sighs

Frankie hadn’t seen Santi, or Pope since he was kicked out of the Army. Pope wanting to spend time with his girl and the possibility of starting a family. Frankie pulls out of Nicole practically shoving her face first onto the mattress. He quickly tucks himself back into his jeans, smiling at Pope.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Frankie asks. He’s happy and slightly confused

“I’m here to bust your ass outta here” he chuckles, “but that doesn’t seem to be the only thing ready to bust”

“Shut up Cabrón” Frankie watches as Nicole adjusts herself and moves out of the room. He knows he should have felt guilty but honestly he really didn’t care. “Where’s Ben?”

“Had some shit to take care of. Will and I came to get you, he’s up front taking care of some paperwork. I don’t know he told me to come get you” he shrugs

“You know you always sucked at lying right” Frankie bends over to pick up the duffle bag and walks out of the bedroom heading to the front door where Will was waiting

“Hey…hey wait, what about that little chick?” Pope calls after him

“You want me to what?” I ask in disbelief, watching as Benny makes himself at home on my sofa

Frankie was coming home today, and I had planned a small party for him. Just a little something, some pizza and being around his friends. This was all planned before Benny told me he would be leaving a few days after Frankie got out.

“He needs to stay with someone for a while, they don’t want him to be alone in case of a relapse” Benny says leaning his head back, “please…I can’t not go, I don’t have a job that allows me to say ‘no’ to them”

“I…I, why me?” I stutter out the words

“He trusts you” Benny manages to say just as the door opens and Will walks in

“Hey” he says awkwardly, somehow knowing that Benny just asked you

It was the most awkward pizza dinner of my life. No one really saying anything. Frankie staring at his slice of pizza picking off the toppings. I had picked up a mushroom and pepperoni one just for him. I knew it was his favorite and watching him sit uncomfortable breaks my heart

“So who was that cute little blonde you had in bed, Fish?” Pope asked, leave it to him to make it even more uncomfortable

Frankie gave him a look, the term ‘if looks could kill’ was 100% true and Santiago is lucky he wasn’t six-feet under right now.

“She was a nurse, at least that’s what they call them there. More like a maid if anything” Frankie groans pushing his plate away “I gotta pee”

I watch as he gets up and walk down the hall towards the bathroom. Santiago going on about how he walked in on him and the so-called nurse. “She was fucking hot too” I roll my eyes, and look back to Benny.

“I really don’t need to hear this”

Trying to tune out what they are saying, I too start to pick at the crust of my half eaten pizza. I really don’t need to know about his sexcapades anymore then I need to hear about Bennys. The only difference, I am jealous of this girl I don’t even know. The conversation slowly turns to what they are going to do with Frankie. How do deal with him, the addiction that they are sure wasn’t solved in the 30 days that he was there.

“Has anyone even asked him what he wanted?” I finally ask, listening to them talking like he isn’t even there.

“It doesn’t matter, the doctors said he needs to be with someone, at least for a while” Benny sighs

Frankie comes back, setting a coin on the table. “If you want to talk about me like I’m not even here. You might want to make sure I can’t hear you. Or better yet, I can make it easier on you all and not fucking be here”

“Frankie…wait” I grab the coin from the table and stand up, “what the fuck is wrong with you guys?” I turn and chase after him

He doesn’t have a car, his home for the last few years is too far to walk. He has no money and can’t afford a cab. He opens the front door and stops leaning against the small fence on the front porch. His hands grip the top post, his head down, he wants to disappear but has no place to go.

“Hey…” I say softly, closing the door behind me and moving closer to him “you forgot this”

I hold the silver coin towards him. A large ‘30 days’ written on it. He looks at me, his eyes flicking from the coin to my eyes and I feel frozen. He lifts his hand grabbing the coin from me and throwing it into the yard, “this doesn’t fucking mean anything” his voice cracks “why did you have to find me? Y’all would have been better off” he looks away. Staring out in front of him

“Ok…” I sigh, confused and hurt by what he said. I didn’t mean to say that. It just kinda can out. I didn’t know what else to say. His eyes turn to me, angry and watery. I swallow hard, and try to think of the next word. “Do you want to stay here?”

What the fuck kinda question is that? He literally just told me I shouldn’t have found him. He just spent 30 days in a rehab facility. He seemed so happy when he told me he was going to get help and now. This isn’t the Frankie that left saying he wanted help.

“Not really…nothing against you. But I don’t understand why I can’t just stay at home. Well, Benny’s home” he turns his body and leans against the fence. Crossing his arms. “I am tired of people telling me what to do. I had a whole month of it, tell us your feelings Frankie, here’s what we’re eating Frankie…”

“Because Morales, the docs at the rehab facility want you to stay with someone incase of a relapse. You can stay here or head back to rehab. I’m sure Nicole would be happy to welcome you back” Benny had joined us, sitting on the swinging bench

“If you want to stay here…I’d like you to stay. But I understand if you don’t” I tell him, giving Benny an evil glare. “I promise to give you your space. And you can have Nicole stop by if you want”

“Oh my god, enough with Nicole. She was a good time that’s fucking it. It’s not like I’m gonna marry her. I’m not doing this because you're telling me too” Frankie groans in defeat

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peteyprecious616 · 2 years

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Not yours to touch

Pairing: Knight!Bucky barnes x reader

Summary: Protecting you was easy. Keeping you away from him and his heart was difficult.

a/n: just a drabble I've had sitting in my wip's for a while. Maybe I'll expand. Im not sure yet. Warnings: Mentions of violence.

“Why must you always be so stoic, even without the presence of the others?”

James, your brave knight, stood before you buried in his heavy armor. His sword was held safe above his hip while his shield rested between his gloved fingertips. His grip never faltered while you were near. He was always ready and guarded to be sent away to fight. He had to.

To keep you safe.

The grass waved from under you as you pulled your body to stand from your spot under the tree.

The small garden behind the castle;

It was a place that you would wander to when you needed to take a breath. No one knew of the shaded area that laid between the forgotten vine-ridden wall under the aged weeping willow. It was the only other place that made you feel okay. Secure.

Next to your protector, it didn't compare. You didn't wander to it often.

He stood motionless as you walked towards him gracefully, hands laced behind your back, as your feet ran through the silk grass. You slowly stood right in front of him.

You stared up at his helmet; his face being almost a daydream as you have only seen it once by accident.

By your fault...or God's luck.

“Why must you always trouble your father? You know he worries when you stray without protection.” He sighs.

Why must you run from my arms? They keep you safe from harm.

You grab his helmet in your hands. They were chilled by the polished metal. Your thumbs gently hovered under the visor that kept his blue, maybe light cerulean eyes hidden from your curious gaze. A little mystery that you liked to solve piece by piece. He would let you lift it for a few moments, and like the rest of his body, they were unreadable. But you were right about one thing. His eyes were still as beautiful as your hazy memory remembers.

“Well, I knew you would find me somehow. You never stray far.” You smirked as you tried to pry his helmet from his head.

You like to be near me. Close but never close enough to know what your touch is like.

You felt his gloved hands wrap around your wrists and gently move them from him. He steps away. Never letting go of you.

“I serve to make sure you are protected from any attacks from any of your father’s enemies.” He states underwhelmingly.

I never want to see you in pain. To see you bleed, or to see your soft, irreplaceable skin ever hold a scrape, I would promise you it would be the last. Your enemies will not see another living day as I breathe.

Your stare never faltered, leaning towards his closed-off helmet. His head shifted slightly lower, almost unnoticeable but closer to your lips as you spoke.

“Well, I think you are just nosy. But I do enjoy a shadow."

A handsome, shiny shadow who's always just out of reach.

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I know its short but you made it this far hehe ;)

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blossomkoushi · 2 years

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Kenma with a gf who has a oral fixation that is a comfort mechanism but gets embarrassed when she sucks on his fingers without even realizing it during a movie night.

Sweet but not sub Kenma.

If possible I’d love to see this as a oneshot only if you are comfortable with it.

Thank you!

wheee i love this (keeping it sfw for now, it will be a full fic if i try to add smut lol)

word count: 880

contains: gn!reader, finger sucking, mentions of drool and spit, mentions of sex but nothing actually nsfw, reader is embarrassed and a little ashamed but kenma comforts them <3

the night started innocently enough, you and kenma watching a movie in your shared bed, laptop propped up on his legs. he's leaned back enough for you to rest your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat making you sleepy.

on kenmas side of the bed laid an array of snacks; grapes, popcorn, some candy and some sodas. in your sleepy state, kenma resorted to feeding you, his eyes glued to the screen, fixated on the movie and subconsciously picking up popcorn from the bowl when you let out soft hums. being half awake, you lazily lick at his fingers before he pulls away.

halfway through the movie though, your sweet boyfriend got too wrapped up in the story, leaving his hand resting on your cheek, thumb gently pressing against your lips. it sent comforting shivers down your back, leaving you a breath away from sleep.

in the haze, your mind getting ready to shut down for the night, your lips part and allow his thumb into your mouth. the salt from the popcorn burst on your tongue, the muscle running up and down the calloused skin. softly, you begin sucking on his thumb, your breaths slowing down, whole body relaxing as sleep takes you over.

you wake with a sudden jolt and loud noise. disoriented, your eyes open to see the laptop still playing the movie, and you feel kenmas heartbeat hammering in his chest. "must've been a jumpscare" you manage to think, sleep still making your mind hazy. his thumb is still in your mouth, gentle and comforting as you smile and continue sucking on it.

until your eyes fly open.

falling asleep on kenma is fine. sucking on lollypops in front of him is fine. giving him head is fine. he didn't know that it satisfied a deep itch in your body, maybe you just like sweets and making him feel good. it's innocent enough.

except now it wasn't. for all you know, he could be grossed out! disgusted that you feel the most comforted and relaxed with something in your mouth! you've probably drooled all over his hand.

the dread and shame fills your stomach and seeps out through your bones until your body is itching and heavy, skin feeling like static electricity.

slowly, you move your body away from his, letting his thumb fall out of your mouth. he's still too focused on the movie to really notice what's going on. good, that's good.

"i'm going to the bathroom, no need to pause" you quickly excuse yourself, face and body feeling burning hot from embarrassment while you hurry out of the room.

ten minutes later and a face soaked in cold water, you hear a knock at the bathroom door. your face is no longer burning from shame, but knowing that kenma is right outside the door has your stomach tying into knots.

"baby? you okay?" kenmas muffled voice sounds through the door, a glaze of worry covering his words.

"y-yeah, i'm fine! go back to the movie ken, i'll be out in a minute!" you stammer, barely covering the quiver of shame.

he hums and you hear him shuffle away from the door, letting you breathe a shaky sigh.

despite your request, when you return to the bedroom kenma is not watching the movie. he's sitting at the end of the bed, watching his hands with a look of deep concentration on his face.

determined to move past the finger-sucking incident, you lift your head up high and and walk up to him. "were you waiting for me to continue watching? i told you to keep watching i-"

"do you like my hands?" kenma asks, looking up at you.

"i like everything about you," you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, "but let's get back to the movie, yeah? i wanna see what happens"

his arm hooks around your waist when you lean in, trapping your body to his. kenma falls back, pulling your body over his, causing a yelp to escape you. he rolls over, straddling your hips and leaving a hand on your cheek.

"i asked you a question, though" he hums, smiling softly when you shiver under his touch.

"and i answered" you huff, trying to play off your embarrassment as annoyance. "i like everything about you"

"but especially my hands, right? or just my fingers?" kenma teases, brushing his index finger over your bottom lip, "it's okay baby, i don't mind if you want to suck on them"

your eyes widen, body heating up in shame and excitement. "you sure? know it's.. odd"

kenma chuckles while leaning down to kiss you, "i'm sure baby. do you want to keep watching the movie? my hands and fingers are all yours if you want"

he winks, grinning when you laugh and playfully shove him off you. "don't make it sound so gross, it's not all sexual, dummy" you laugh, sitting back up and taking his hand.

kenma smiles at you, kissing your hand and leaning back, letting you lay down on his chest, an arm around your shoulders and his thumb in your mouth again. his reassurance and something to satisfy your fixation leaves you relaxing into him, soon dozing off.

#yall im so not used to writing ive forgotten my tags #this is a problem #anyway i hope this was to your liking! lmk if you want a follow-up with smut <33 #sunshine.flowers #sunshine.kenma #sprout.kenma #kenma fluff #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff

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amethyst-allium · 2 years

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"Etho, if you keep movin' around so much I'm gonna end up smearin' polish over more'n just your nails!"

Etho groaned and leaned back, tilting his head to stare up at the hazy blue-gray sky. The smell of acetone and rain lingered in the air as storm clouds whisked away across the gloomy expanse to their next destination.

Bdubs and Etho were sat under a large tree, nestled comfortably against a stony cliff-side. Etho had his body curled around Bdubs, who was currently hunched over, cross-legged, in Etho's lap, tending dutifully to the aforementioned man's nails.

They had been tucked away under the shade of the tree for a small while now, Etho absentmindedly picking at blades of grass while his friend brushed coats of black polish onto his nails.

It was a routine they were both familiar and comfortable with, though one they hadn't engaged in for quite some time. This made obvious by the small specks of black on Etho's unpainted nails from sessions forgotten to time.

"I feel like it's taking longer than usual, has it always been this time consuming?"

Bdubs rolled his eyes at Etho's bemoaning and layered on a topcoat.

"S'always taken the same amount of time." He paused to inspect his work.

"And you always do the same amount of complainin'!"

The two shared a lighthearted chuckle and Etho took his eyes away from the sky. He leaned forward now and perched his chin atop Bdubs' shoulder, taking a peek of his work so far.

One hand was nearly finished, just waiting on the transparent protective coating to dry up. The other hand was painfully bare, a stark reminder of the time they had spent away from each other over the last few months.

It always felt good to have fresh color on his nails, like a nice little reset to his state of mind. Plus the time spent with his best friend meant more to him than either of them really knew.

And there in the silence between fits of impatience and complaints of wiggling, the two found that, despite how they had tried their best, their normal routine was anything but, today. The time away from each other had been painfully long.

"I missed you."

Etho's voice was quiet and coming from an antsy man who had gone uncomfortably still for a little too long.

Bdubs froze mid brush stroke. Quickly he capped the nail polish in his hands and set it to the side.

Turning slowly, he reached out and hugged Etho as hard as he could, his face planted directly into Etho's chest.

"I missed you too."

Etho sat with the silence for a moment, closing his eyes to take in the situation. Carefully he wrapped his arms around his friend, fingers curling into fists around his mossy jacket as emotion overcame him.

He hunched over and buried his face into Bdubs' neck, drinking in the much missed and familiar scents of freshly turned soil and wildflowers.

They sat like this for a long, long time, in complete comfortable silence.

When he was ready, Etho broke away, trembling from the effort of maintaining such a tense position for so long.

Bdubs grappled at Etho's shoulders, looking him squarely in the eyes with a conviction only Bdubs was capable of.

"You can talk to me, y'know that?"

The corners of his mouth pricked up into a smile tinged with sadness as Etho replied, "I know."

Bdubs squinted enough to convey the care and concern he was feeling for his friend. Finally, though, he released Etho's shoulders and dropped his hands to his lap. He trusted Etho to talk when he needed to.

The two lingered in the semi-awkward silence, pondering how best to move forward. Pretend nothing had happened? Discuss the words they couldn't find between layers of paint?

At long last Bdubs looked up with a small smile, "You wanna stop for today?"

Etho returned the gesture and lifted a hand to flash his unfinished nails. "And leave these babies naked?"

They shared another laugh.

"Alright then, let's get to it."

Bdubs turned around again and began prepping the new set of nails.

Etho leaned into the warmth of his friend, closing his eyes to let the gentleness of the moment wash over him.

They spent the rest of their time together in comfortable silence, huddled close, with neither really wanting to leave the other.

#etho #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #🦋🖊#somewhat of a pair to the scar and grian hug fic #hermitblr #mcytblr

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mino-diabolik · 2 years

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That one time Mystic accidentally called Kino “Ruki”

[Admin!Danny: Alright, so… this a rewrite of sorts of a very old one-shot I wrote way back in the day. Those that pushed for this (you know who you are) enjoy—🏃‍♀️]

It’s great for couples to have some intimacy from time to time! Just don’t say another person’s name in the middle of it…

CW: Smut

Hidden beneath the thin sheets, a Founder and a Vampire scuffled about in rapture. The creaking of the bedframe to the rhythm of their passion and the airy sighs and blissful whines broke through the calm of the night.

The impact of Kino’s hips ramming into Mystic’s rear, accompanied by the adulterated sound of their continued intercourse was loud, filling the space around them with a lewd squelching. Cum sipped out from the rim of the Founder’s buttocks, dripping down into the mattress, having already been claimed multiple times by then. Kino remained as vigorous as to the moment they commenced, giddily pounding away into his partner’s body.

Mystic angled his waist to just enough for Kino to hit that very specific spot within him. They maintained eye contact as the Vampire picked up his pace, staring into the other’s hazy gaze just mere inches away from each other’s face. Mystic muddled first, shrinking as he held onto his release in order to await for Kino to catch up. His arms suddenly gave out on him and he limplessly plopped down on the bed, to which Kino followed in after him. Mystic snaked his arms around his neck and clasped his legs around his waist. He rammed in, holding the other’s body in one arm. He lowered his head and buried his face into the crook of the Founder’s neck, breathing heavily against his skin. He shuddered; his legs flinching and jerking as Kino found his way somehow deeper inside of him.

Mystic tightened around Kino, exalting the Vampire’s pace. He clung onto him for that sweet bliss, burning up from the friction of their connection. The mood would suddenly collapse, unfortunately, as Mystic arched his back, nearing his climax. “Ru—ki…”

Like a record scratch, Kino came to a grinding halt. He lifted his upper body to gaze down at the messy state he’d brought the Founder to. “Excuse me?”

Though slightly annoyed at having been denied, Mystic soon realized the slip of his tongue and turned a much brighter red than the one that already dusted along his face. He slapped a hand against his mouth, eyes widened, gawking up at the Vampire’s maddened glare.

“Are you kidding me?” Kino scoffed indignantly. “One thing is that you talk about him, but—”

Mystic fumbled for an excuse. “It was a mistake. I just… I didn’t know what I was thinking!”

“Hah… not about me, clearly.”

“That’s not true!”

“Mm-hmm. Sure thing. I absolutely believe you.”

Kino dug his entire fist into the matted locks of dark hair on Mystic’s head, shoving his head back with aggression, simultaneously ramming the entirety of his hilt’s length inside. Mystic froze, throwing his head back with a subtle scream. His eyes rolled back and a burning sensation crawled up the length of the curve of his spine. “Hurts——!”

“Good,” Kino taunted, slowly retrieving and ramming in an instant later. Mystic cried it once more. “What did you do again?” His voice had dropped a tone, but still had the mock he often spoke with.

Mystic stubbornly chewed down on his tongue, shutting his eyes as the torturous tingling of his rear begged for him to simply answer.

At his silence, Kino sighed in exasperation. He lifted a second hand to hold Mystic’s standing erection and gripped it painfully. “I asked you something.”

The Founder jerked up in shock, tears brewing at the edges of his eyes. “I—I said another name!”

Kino hummed, tightening the grip of his hand. Mystic flinched. “And why exactly? Aren’t I the one fucking you right now?”

He nodded in a panic. “I don’t know why I said it! For—forgive me!”

Kino jerked the other’s head back once more, pulling out, leaving a gaping and pitifully Mystic to stew in his desperation. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Truth be told, Mystic had absolutely no idea why Ruki’s name had come to mind all of the sudden. In this situation, out of any other! He could’ve sworn not even so much as the memory of his face flashed over his eyes. There was just no other explanation but a slip of the tongue!

“S—stop…” Mystic choked out.

Kino gazed down at his trembling silhouette, inspecting the quacking of his limbs and the reddening at the rim of his eyes. An itching heat of jealousy at the center of his chest made him feel uncomfortable and increasingly irked. He prodded the twitching tip of his cock up against the Founder’s entrance, teasingly. Mystic flinched as though he had been startled. Kino released him at last, inciting a sigh of relief, before digging his nails into his thigh to part way for himself.

“My name,” Kino spoke through a sigh.

Mystic gave him a questioning and meek glance, but said nothing.

“Say it.”

Slowly, he initiated penetration once more. Mystic yelped, arching his back. Kino suddenly let go of his hair and clamped down into his hips, ramming in without warning. Mystic bawled, reaching out to hold the Vampire’s arms and writhed. Kino was unrelenting, however. He stubbornly clung to him, violently moving inside of him.

“Ki—Kino!” Mystic cried out. “Kino! Kino! S—stop! Ah!”

“Louder,” the Vampire groaned. He cursed, gritting his teeth.

Mystic gripped his arms. “Kino!”

“That’s it,” Kino snickered breathlessly. He ran his thumbs under the edge of the Founder’s ribs, nearing his own climax. “Only me… understood?”

Mystic stretched out his arms, begging for Kino to come closer. The Vampire dove, digging the sharp tips of his canines into the curve of his collarbone. The violent and painful action burst a final enticer of pleasure throughout Mystic’s nerves, abruptly loosening the knot at the pit of his stomach. The Founder cried out, wrapping his arms around Kino’s shoulders; cum spilling between them. Kino pushed deep, releasing with utter satisfaction within the walls of the smaller man. The burning sensation of being filled up was torturous, but spoke not a complaint of it.

Kino shuddered, turning to face Mystic. He lifted a hand, firmly holding the other’s jaw. “Don’t you ever make a mistake like that again. Got it?”

Mystic swallowed—still anxious—and nodded wordlessly.

Kino, satisfied with this answer, smiled. He wiped away the tears off the edges of his eyes, leaning in for a rather meek kiss. “Good…”

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mibeau · 5 months

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[Book Review] Not Here To Stay 🕊

🧮 Score: 4.5/5.0

■ When I first bought the book, it was due to my attraction to its cover design and the synopsis. I was intrigued to find out how the author will play out or interweave the fantasy realms with our Malaysian culture and beliefs. And the deliverance is beyond my expectations. Honestly, I was looking forward to reading fantasy adventure and not melodrama. But, as I read on, I put myself in Amani’s shoes. It started to feel like I was underwater, everything was so dreamy, and Amani kept getting drawn into her thoughts and not fully engaging with reality. So, time, as in plots, almost standing still. I kept going in circles. I remember thinking, was the author purposely doing this to prolong the novel with unnecessary fillers?

Until something nudged her. Triggered her combative personality/attitude. That was when the adventure began. Her quest give me the vibes of “The Divergent Series” collided with “The 13 Charms Trilogy”.

■ The book is divided into three parts. A few pages into the reading, we can sense Amani's moody aura. Like someone who has been scarred and full of rage inside, yet, kept a poker face. Throughout Part One, you can feel the cloudiness and heaviness of her surroundings. And when she’s interacting with other characters or situations, the narration is dreamy. Slowly, although it was still hazy by the middle of part two, the heavy cloud has been lifted. Her mind’s getting sharper, and ultimately in Part 3, the air is clear, and we(Amani) can breathe easily again. It’s like we didn’t realise that we were wheezing this whole time, to stay alive. Moving forward, Amani acquired a freshened thought process with no blockages. I enjoy and appreciate these transitions.

There were too many realistic scenes, to be specific, the locations and the abuses. I thought to myself, this cannot be loosely based on real events, it must be a true story, altered with fantasy realms to make it fiction. To send the message out. And my doubts were answered in the Author’s note at the end of the main plot.

■ When it comes to the fantasy world and its descriptions, the narrative was not as eloquent as the emotions poured. I wasn’t properly immersed and teleported there. It keeps pulling me to bits of many books/films I have read and watched before. The Cloud’s Castle reminded me of bits of “Doraemon: The Kingdom of Clouds”, Kira and her child reminded me of the changeling folklore, the worldsmiths’s systems and bureaucracy reminded me to “Harry Potter” plus “Jumper”. Maybe, slightly, “I am Number 4”. It’s all over the place. But, overall, it worked.

The mystical elements are brilliant metaphors for our states of mind, how they are managed and how they affect our actions and reactions. It is true in most occasions, care alone is not enough. Reminders alone are not enough. It needs the right tools and methods to resolve the entanglements. To convey the validations or clarifications of things we subconsciously know and misunderstand. Bottled feelings are never a good thing. It is a ticking bomb. Its eruption is destructive. (SPOILER ALERT: in this book, the feelings were literally bottled! Haha, amazing!)

Amani’s conversations with Najmi, especially in Part Two, were really therapeutic. In Part Three, the plot twist was a surprise, a good one.

■ The book is written in time jumps. Back and forth is totally fine. I enjoyed it, as much as I enjoyed “The Witch of Portobello” by Paulo Coelho. However, I just don’t think the “plus-minus” of “day counts” at the beginning of every chapter was necessary. It distracted me and caused confusion. So after 10 chapters in, I stopped bothering with it. And start gauging the time period based on contexts. . ■ In gist, it is a journey to recovery and closure. It is melancholic with sparkles and deliciously filling quotes. The metaphors were blended seamlessly. I am 100% impressed. High applause for this book. If you want to see things from the lens of a depressed, grieved person, I recommend you to watch a Kdrama titled: Daily Dose of Sushines. If you want to be in their minds instead, you must read this book. Highly recommended!

■ A playlist to keep you company and immersed in emotions.

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your-sweet-cookie · 1 year

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— “you’re so cute when you’re half asleep.”

(( Said in the hopes she isn't awake enough yet to hear it. ))

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Kukki was very much still half asleep, all snuggled up at her lover's chest, enjoying the warmth of his body, when she heard him say those words. Even in that hazy state of mind between the reality surrounding her and the dreams she was slowly starting to wake up from, Kukki managed to make out what Niragi whispered to her, rendering a cute and sweet smile to lift the corners of her mouth. "You are cute too, Suguru-kun, when you hold me close to you and you look at me like that, telling me sweet words." She whispered back, to the man's surprise, and hugged him tighter. "I love you!" Kukki then added and caressed his chest lovingly.

#aib rp #aib roleplay #alice in borderland roleplay #alice in borderland rp #aib oc #aib oc rp #kukki x niragi interactions #niragixpsych #rp with kukki

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opkinktobercyoa · 2 years

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> LOOK FOR THE WEEPING WILLOW

Into the Haunted Forest! A One Piece Kinktober CYOA!

Chapter Two: Vivi

Content warnings: N/A (SFW chapter) | WC: 800

> START READING HERE > PREVIOUS CHAPTER

The path trails along the edge of the lake for a little while. It’s well worn, and by human feet at the look of it. For a moment, you’re hopeful that you’ve just managed to stumble your way out of the haunted forest somehow, but before long, you see the hill the naiad spoke of.

It rises just over the edge of the pond, a weeping willow spilling over its edges into the water. From somewhere beneath its branches, stirred by the breeze, you hear a soft, trilling sound. It’s like a flute, almost, but thinner than any man-made instrument you’ve heard before, and there’s an alien quality to the way the notes ripple out from one another.

The music continues undisturbed as you approach. It’s strange, but somehow calming, as though whoever lies under the willow tree is waiting there for your arrival. So you take a deep breath and part its branches like they’re curtains before stepping through.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the scene. Outside, the only light was that of the full moon, but here, the air is flocked with specks of light. Like fireflies, but not quite; they’re so small, and there’s no rhythm to their movement, they just drift through the air like motes of dust.

Even more beautiful, though, is the flutist seated in front of you, her legs crossed and eyes closed serenely as she plays. Her long hair trails across her bare shoulders and down her chest, draping her body in a curtain of aquamarine, braided in places with thin willow catkins.

Sensing that it would be rude to interrupt, you sit and wait, watching the way her fingers trail unhurriedly across the body of the instrument. It was a flute after all, but made of rolled green bark rather than silver, explaining the unfamiliar sound.

Strange, too, is the way that she finishes the song, not with a grand climax but a sense of quieting, bringing to mind the sense of stillness that comes after a windstorm.

Her eyelashes flutter as she slowly blinks her eyes open, readjusting to the hazy light. You bite your lip as she examines you with an intensity that you hadn’t expected given her former state of relaxation, but then she relaxes with a soft smile.

“What brings you here, traveler?” she asks, a musical lilt to her voice.

“I’m lost,” you say honestly

“Yes, you’re not from this world, are you?” she nods. “What’s it like?”

You think over your answer for a moment; the unguarded curiosity in her eyes makes you want to be as honest as you can, but you don’t have time for swapping long life stories right now, either.

Besides, you know enough about the rules of magic to know that one should be careful when trading information with otherworldly beings.

“Dull,” you say eventually; it seems like an honest answer, after everything else you’ve seen tonight, without giving too much away.

“I often feel the same way,” she says, her eyebrows crinkling sadly, gently patting the trunk of the willow with her hand. “This tree is my whole world.”

“It’s so beautiful here, though,” you say, reaching out with an open hand to let one of the floating lights drift into your palm. It melts away quickly, like a snowflake meeting warm skin, but leaves a thin sheen of iridescent dust behind.

“Yes. But beauty isn’t everything, is it? There’s so much more out there.” She thinks for a moment, eyes lifting to watch the lights with you as they dance through the air, before continuing. “My friends share their worlds with me, though, so at least it doesn’t feel so small that way.”

Your gaze trails back down to watch her for a moment, pondering her choice of words. Not tell, but share.

“And now I have you,” she says, still without looking straight at you. “If you’re willing. I would make it a fair trade, of course. Help you find what you’re looking for, to the best of my ability.”

“You want to trade stories?” you ask, as much intrigued by her vagueness as you are unnerved.

“In a way, yes,” she says, leaning forward to crawl toward you on her hands and knees, long hair trailing on the ground behind her. You tense a little, but all she does is lift a hand to gently trail long, slender fingers along your temple and cheekbone. “It’s easier to show than tell. The memories come more clearly that way, and taste sweeter.”

“What do I need to do?” you gulp.

“Just breathe,” she says, and leans back on her haunches to smile at you. “The pollen will fill your senses soon enough, make our minds one.”

> INHALE (coming soon!)

> MAKE A POLITE BUT HASTY EXIT (coming soon!)

> HOME

> MAP

#text #c. vivi #sfw

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thoughts on cockwarming jake?

its a soccer night and he's infront of the telivision, gazing intently into the screen. you cannot tear your gaze away from him, wondering how he manages to look so effortlessly gorgeous while doing as little as running a hand through his soft looking hair. you take in his appearance a little more and now you're needy. so you decide to climb up his lap, legs on either side of his waist as you feel his arms snake around your torso, holding you in place.

you stay there, in his embrace for a couple of minutes before shifting a little in your place, craving some friction without being too evident. He spreads his legs wider, giving you more space to sit comfortably but what he doesn't know, is that it just gives you more access.

You shift more in his lap, making him take his eyes off the game to look at you,

"are you uncomfortable, baby?" he questions, totally unaware of your intentions.

"yeah, a little" you whisper as you finally push your hips into his impatiently, core getting wetter with each passing moment. a gasp leaves his mouth as you feel his length getting hard under your clothed core, making you hum in appreciation.

"oh so this is how you wanted to make yourself comfortable?" he whispers lowly in your ear as you cannot help but grind yourself down on him. a moan slips your mouth, not being able to hold it in anymore.

"so needy. you want me to help you, princess?" he whispers and you nod profusely, feeling a wet patch forming on your panties. A gasp leaves your mouth as you feel him lift you just enough so as to take his cock out from his sweats before he slides your shorts and panties to the side, gesturing you to help yourself.

You slowly sink down on his dick, feeling him stretch out your walls ever so sweetly as your eyes roll back in your head. You take a moment to adjust to his length before raising your hips again, until you feel him grab your waist, pinning you down on him so as to restrict motion.

"w-what?" you question, clearly confused at his action.

"stay still, princess. I've got a game to watch." he states, smirk evident in his voice as you feel your walls throb around his length.

"b-but you said you'd help me" you whisper, mind going hazy at how good his cock feels, nestled amidst your walls.

"and i am helping you." he shifts in his seat, stirring up your insides "am i not?" he questions, visibly satisfied at your stunned expression as you moan his name out loud.

"now be a good girl, and stay still. alright, prettiest?" he says and you nod, burying your face in the crook of his neck, trying so hard to not clench around him as much.

He occasionally stirs in his place, intentionally rubbing the head of his cock at your sensitive spot, making you cry out. You feel your cunt pulsating against him, trying so hard to not let it loose and just use him as you please to get your release.

His eyes stay fixed on the screen, as if none of this affects him in any way. maybe you'd believe him too, if it weren't for the way his dick twitched inside you, each time you bit his neck out of overstimulation. You make subtle movements, trying to grind yourself down on him, as he pays no whatsoever attention to you.

You slip one of your hands between your legs, rubbing your clit as the other plays with your nipples, feeling yourself clenching around his length.

He finally takes a look at you, not very pleased, as his gaze travels down to your hand resting between your legs.

"so fucking greedy. go on then, princess. touch yourself as much as you please. maybe I'll actually fuck you if you get yourself to cum by just sitting on my cock like that"

and with that you're left with helpless little tries to reach your climax while being stuffed full of his length, all in the desperate hope that he'd fuck you afterwards.

delayed this for so long because I couldn't write im so sorry

#eli's asks💌#enhypen hard hours #jake enhypen #sim jaeyun #enhypen smut #jaeyun smut #jake x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #kpop imagines #enhypen drabbles

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MORE SUB TSUMU!!! WE NEED MORE

happy to deliver <3

word count: 1.1k

content warning: edging, dacryphilia, dumbification, praise!! bc tsumie’s a good boy :(, cum eating, he’s lowkey in pain i guess but yk,,, horny pain

it feels like forever, genuinely, since you’d first started this. he hadn’t gone into this blind— no, he knew what he had signed up for. you had explained it to him earlier. it’s just, at this very moment, everything is a blur to him. he can’t think of anything but the throbbing between his legs and the tightness of his chest.

it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

still, he trusts you. with his life, really. he knows you know what you’re doing, and if it hurts this bad now, it must feel good later. it has to.

he feels you tightly squeeze the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm, and as he feels it wither and ebb away, the tightness uncoiling frustratingly, he sniffles, eyes brimming with tears. you have him sat on a chair, his wrists bound behind him, his legs spread open with his ankles tied to the chair’s legs. he’s completely at your mercy— just the way you want, just the way he fucking loves.

slowly, as atsumu’s thighs shake and tremble, you start to stroke at his cock again. the loud squelching makes him shiver, makes him curl in on himself in embarrassment. he’s so wet, his cock drenched in a mixture of messy pre-cum, your spit, and lube. it stands so rigid and hard even when you let go to soothingly caress at his thighs, and at the loss of contact it bobs up and down, twitches uncontrollably.

“doing okay, puppy?” you ask, your voice low. it’s so calming to hear, so pretty.

atsumu sniffles again, fidgets in his seat as if trying to sit up straighter. his eyes are blurry as he opens them, finding you gazing at him so endearingly it makes all his muscles droop, every drop of energy fade. it’s a little pathetic how he succumbs so easily to you, but then you smile softly when your eyes meet his again and he forgets it all. he hums, whiny and broken, and your smile widens.

“yeah,” you mumble, clean hand lifting up to soothingly stroke at his cheek, thumb at his lip. “you’re my good boy.”

he nods, leaning into your touch. his eyes are hazy and dumb, all his muscles relaxed. “m’yer good—“

your hand unexpectedly wraps around his cock again, fist squeezing at his weeping tip, and he chokes, mouth falling open in a desperate, broken gasp. his muscles tense and bulge and twitch, his entire body shaking. at his reaction, you giggle, strokes quickening once more.

“ah— ah— fuckfuckfuck,” he groans, head falling back, his hips twitching and bucking up. he tries to thrust in time with your strokes, but he physically can’t. he hadn’t been given enough time to calm down either, and the sudden stimulation has him sobbing, desperate for release. “m’yer good boy, m’yer good boy— fuck! fuck me,” he babbles.

his cock pulsates in your hand and you laugh again, humming in appreciation. you almost feel bad at his state, the way his cock is painfully red, veins protruding and balls tight, the way his chest is flushed and his cheeks are sticky with salty tears, the way his hair is messy and damp and the way his chest heaves and the way he’s crying for you, all for you.

but you can’t.

he looks too good not to love, not to want more. you’d wanted him broken and here he is, completely pulled apart at the seams for you, by you. and it had been so easy. “do you wanna cum, pretty boy?”

his chest heaves again, sob heart wrenching yet so satisfying to hear. his cries echo as he nods desperately, rapidly, dizzyingly. “please, please, please—“ he begs, hips jerking once more. it’s like he knows no other words.

your hand doesn’t slow on him, jerking him off quicker than before. you’re reveling in his cute reactions— he struggles against the bindings, not because he wants to free himself but because he can’t help but move this much. he’s going insane with the overwhelming need to cum, with the tightness and heaviness of his balls and the slickness of his cock.

his breathing speeds up and he curls in on himself, but you don’t allow his head to remain lowered for long, hand coming to tuck at his chin. “you really are a doll,” you say, voice soft and sweet. it’s like honey to him. his chin remains leveled on your fingers as he stays leaning forward, your fist squeezing and tugging. he’s melting in your touch, melting underneath your gaze. eyes locked onto his permanently, you add, “you’ve been so good today, holding out for me like this. i think you’ve earned it, hm?”

he nods, swallowing thickly. obediently, his eyes don’t leave yours, and you smile widely.

“go on then,” you encourage him, and his hands curl into fists. “you can cum.”

he almost can’t believe it, almost doesn’t want to— there’s a certain part of him that wants to please you even more, wants to prove to you he can be better than this, can last longer. but his cock is drooling helplessly, and his balls feel so heavy, as if they might burst at any given moment that he doesn’t think he can hold out any longer.

mouth parted dumbly, he focuses on the tightening of his belly, the shiver that courses through his entire body. it builds and builds and builds, so fucking fast it startles him, and when it’s tight enough, when you recognize the signs and tells and you don’t stop, it snaps, explodes, collapses in on him— and it’s the most euphoric feeling he’s had the luxury of experiencing.

his balls empty themselves onto your fist and his stomach, spilling sticky cum all over himself and you. it’s endless, the stream of cum and the orgasm, as his eyes roll back and his muscles tighten and relax. “fuck me, fuck me,” he gasps, hiccuping and panting. “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

your giggling returns as you continue to milk him dry, jerking him off slower to help him ride his high. “you’re welcome, pretty boy,” you laugh, hand lifting off of him when he starts to mewl and whine painfully. when you bring it up, he falls back against the chair, catching his breath as his dick grows soft and limp on his lap.

slowly, carefully, you bring your hand up to him, closer to his lips, and in response, his mouth falls open, welcoming your fingers onto his tongue. the salty taste of his cum is surprising, warm and sticky, but he doesn’t entirely mind it. he can’t bring himself to care about anything but pleasing you. humming around your fingers, he licks each and every one of then clean, satisfied and entire body lax.

“good puppy,” you praise. “so good.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #haikyuu sub #sal’s thirst tag <3 #sub haikyuu

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