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stinkyme · 8 months

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Hi! i looove the way you write! is it possible for you to write “jealousy sex” but with dazai and chuuya? (and maybe nikolai🫣🫣)😫🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Hello! I am so happy to hear that, thank you so much, you are very kind! :D <3

I only do 2 characters per request (for longer oneshots), however.......I went a bit overboard with Dazai.....I am sorry (no i'm not), so I am currently writing Chuuya and Nikolai separately from him (both will be in one post) since their oneshots will be shorter :)

I can tag you if you want! :D Please let me know if you'd like to :)

Sorry that it took me a while to get around this request, I didn't have an inspiration and didn't want for it to be half-assed by any means, so I waited until I felt inspired and I hope it's up to the expectations :D

I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, he is not really jealous..more so offended :3...at first it seems so at least..., teasing, edging, overstimulation, oral!fem receiving, vaginal fingering, clit flicking (twice), humping if you squint, multiple poses, vaginal penetration (p in v), heavy degrading (may be for some people), slight dumbification (Dazai to reader), reassurance & apologizing (reader to Dazai), it's rough at first then gets soft & slow, two purely vaginal orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting (twice), creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

** he uses bella/bello (written like this in the fic) once which means beauty or beautiful/handsome in italian - apply the one you prefer more :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Jealousy sex || Dazai Osamu x Reader

You knew what you were doing. At first, you just wanted to toy with Dazai a little bit by giving into the flirtatious nature of a person in the coffee shop. They offered to buy you coffee, paying you a few compliments along the way. Just for fun, you would pay them a few compliments back as sweet giggles would escape your throat. You could feel Dazai's gaze as he was standing nearby, but not near enough for a person to think you are a couple.

"So, could I get your number?" a person asked with a wide smile as you kept on chatting.

"Oh, well..I don't think that would be necessary." you replied as you were taking cups of coffee for Dazai and yourself and leaving the register. Person was left confused but they just shrugged their shoulders. You knew that there was a line you shouldn't cross.

The two of you were walking, finally reaching your shared apartment.

"That was a smart move, really." Dazai says in a casual but somehow bitter tone.

"Oh? Well, I didn't think it was appropriate for me to give them my phone number." you chuckle nervously, Dazai's presence was feeling...heavy. Very heavy.

"No, not that." he says as the two of you enter the apartment and close the door behind. You put your coffee on the table while Dazai leans on the wall, observing you.

"What is it then?" you were not really playing innocent, but he was never straightforward so these types of dialogues were often.

"Oh?" he imitates you as he says it.

"Well, I think trying to make me jealous in the first place isn't really appropriate, but here we are." he says with a sly smile. Your face grows into confusion..was this a bitterness? A challenge? A mind game? You couldn't really read him at the moment.

"Do you wish to play dumb with me or what is it?" he moves away from the wall and places his coffee next to yours as he steps closer.

"So? What is it?" he tilts his head as a sly smile appears on his face again, speaking in a silky tone.

"Did you burn your tongue? I don't recall coffee being that hot." he plays dumb as he moves his head from side to side, observing you. He comes closer and you just keep looking at him, still unsure of his intentions. Is it really that big of a deal?

"Tell me." he whispers as he leans very close, his lips next to your ear.

"Is this…some new kink of yours?" he whispers again and pulls away, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he sees your eyes widening.

"No? It was a simple exchange of compliments." you furrow your eyebrows as you try to plead logical and innocent, but you knew what you were doing at that moment. You just didn't expect this reaction.

"Simple exchange of compliments in a simple coffee shop in front of your simple boyfriend. How simple!" he says in an upbeat tone, clapping his hands, as if he was discovering something never seen. You get slightly uneasy, still unsure of what he is exactly thinking.

"If you are jealous you can just say it." you scoff at him as you go by him and sit down on the couch. You were not in the mood for games.

"Mhm." he nods as a silky sound escapes his throat. He takes a few steps forward and sits on the couch next to you.

"And you.." he pauses for a second as he cups your jaw with his hand and turns your head to face him properly.

"You should apply the same logic you gave to me, no?" his voice is very low.

"Huh?" you look at him with a face that gives off confusion and frustration. He places his hand on your thigh, his fingers sliding down and resting on the inner area of it.

"If you need something from me, you can just say it." he says in a very clear tone, giving you a smile.

What an asshole.

"I am not following." you reply as you, in fact, start following.

"Oh come on now, you are not stupid. So don't play such games with me." he rolls his eyes as he sighs out dramatically, his hand squeezing your thigh as his other hand pulls your head closer to him.

"Why try to make me jealous then? Unless you need something, I see no reason."

"You wish for me to do something to you out of jealousy, no?" he smiles as he tilts his head, his voice dropping lower. You gulp, your bottom lip twitching for a second.

"Both you and I know that I don't get jealous, so..this was a futile attempt." he chuckles before his gaze becomes darker and lower.

"For me to get jealous, that is." his voice is insanely low now. He leans even closer, his lips barely away from yours.

"But I must admit, I am kind of irritated that you even tried it. Since both, you and I, know that nobody can really satisfy you in any way I can." he whispers, his eyes moving upwards and looking at yours.

"Wish to deny?" he asks as he gently parts your legs with his hand, making you gasp really quick.

He really can be a dick sometimes.

"No." you reply softly as you feel out of breath. Your gaze goes lower, observing his lips that were so close.

"Good. Because I do." he says with a chuckle and your eyebrows move in confusion as he leans his head near your neck and starts kissing it. He places a first kiss right behind your ear and slowly moves down, kissing every part of your neck.

He reaches your collarbone and trails quick kisses over it, moving to the other side of your neck.

As his lips move upwards, trailing kisses up and behind your other ear, you can feel a knot of butterflies inside your tummy. His lips brush over your neck that was now completely painted in his kisses before he slowly sucks part of your skin between his teeth. He is now sucking on your skin teasingly, making you leak precum already. Dazai's fingers move up your inner thigh, gently brushing over your clothed cunt. He lets go of the skin of your neck for a moment, letting his lips brush over it as he speaks.

"I think you won't need this." he whispers into your skin as he undo button of your pants and pulls the zipper down. He slides both of his hands on your hips, putting them between your body and pants. Quickly enough, your body follows and you help him to take them off with your own movement; leaving you only in your underwear. Following he takes your shirt off just as quickly, skillfully unclipping your bra and sliding it down your arms. You can sense Dazai becoming more eager and less playful as he pushes you on the couch, not a single readable thought or emotion showing from his expression. However, you notice his eyes sparkling with certain slyness and lust.

He leans in, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples and he starts sucking on it eagerly, barely providing any licks in between to soothe the intensity. Dazai's other hand cups your other breast, squeezing your hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He starts rubbing it between his fingertips, pressure almost as intense as the one of his treatment on your other nipple. You let out a soft whimper as you try to squeeze your legs, however unsuccessfully since his body is keeping them apart. Pop.

"Don't disappoint me now bella/bello, we barely started." he says in a slickerish tone as he lets go of your nipple, the corners of his lips turning into a wicked smile. You gulp, nodding without giving it a second thought. He looks pleased, but the pressure of his fingers on your nipple grows unbearable. You bite your lip, a weak moan still escaping your throat. He continues, his lips now kissing your tummy so softly that it makes your head spin.

You arch your back just a little bit, trying to ease up the painful sensation on your bruised nipple and enjoy the softness of his kisses. Dazai finally lets go of your nipple, his hand sliding down your waist as he kisses the area around your belly button, his lips sending shivers through your whole body. He moves lower, licking your lower tummy with the tip of his tongue, his eyes closed as he follows up with another feather-like kiss. Wrapping his hands around your thighs, he finally positions himself between your legs.

"Now..what should I do to you first?" you remain silent, uneasiness slowly crippling inside you as he talks to himself. He admires your wet cunt, his eyes fixated on it as he thinks. He sighs out, speaking up again.

"Truthfully, at the start I wanted to leave you like this, but..I changed my mind." he speaks of this so casually that it makes your blood boil but given your state you decide to remain silent and bite your tongue. This once.

Dazai slowly parts his lips, leaning closer to your cunt and you can feel his warm breath on it. The sensation covers your body in goosebumps as you feel his soft, coldish cheeks on your thighs. He squeezes your thighs, leaning even closer and you feel like your tummy will explode from anticipation and neediness. He takes a breath in and places his lips around your clit for a quick moment before pulling away.

"What do you think I should do?" he tilts his head, looking at you so innocently. You feel your eye twitch, currently on the brink of suffocating him with your thighs.

"Maybe stop talking and finish what you started if you want to and if you don't then don't." you reply in an evidently irritated tone as Dazai's face remains clueless. He leans his head on one of your thighs.

"Mm..you see, I want to but I am not sure if you deserve it." his eyes switch to the sly gaze from before.

"Maybe try begging a little bit, let's see how it will make me feel." he says happily as he smiles, his tone playful again.

Your cunt starts to ache from how needy you were at this point; lack of friction made it quite painful. You swallow your pride and mutter out as quietly as possible.

"Please." your voice is so thin that you couldn't even hear it.

"What was that?" Dazai leans more into your thigh, remaining a playful smile and tone.

"I said please." you repeat, a bit louder this time. Dazai sighs out.

"Hmm, it's not good." he says as he positions himself in front of your cunt again, parting his lips.

"A slut who doesn't even know how to beg is the worst slut of them all." he whispers quickly in a bitter tone, following by using the bottom of his tongue to slide over your clit. You let out a soft whimper, unable to think about what he said, your cunt still aching and in need for more friction. He rolls his tongue over your clit; now softly brushing over it with the tip of it. He moves his attention lower, giving a few kitten licks to your inner lips, collecting your leaking precum and sliding it upwards to your clit. Pain finally stops and your body fully relaxes, enjoying the pleasure as he starts moving his tongue up and down on your clit, barely brushing over it, but at a pace quicker than before.

As much as it teases you, it makes you let out a satisfied whimper and Dazai pulls away for a moment to place wet and sweet kisses on your inner thighs. He kisses one of your inner thighs from the middle and down to your groin, leaving a soft kiss on your clit before he gives the same treatment to your other thigh. Once he reaches your other groin, he spreads your legs apart even more, making your cunt more sensitive. He places the tip of his tongue on the very edge of your cunt's inner lips, steadily sliding it up in slow zig-zag motion. Once he reaches your clit, he repeats the motion backwards, moving his tongue down in slow zig-zag motion again. Then, he agonizingly slowly drags his tongue up in one straight line, right between your inner lips and reaching your clit.

You breathe out in pleasure, watching him for a moment before you let your head rest and close your eyes, just enjoying the sensations. Dazai's tongue starts moving in circles on your clit, completely covering it and stimulating every part of it with each circular motion he makes. Your hands become weak as you try to grasp anything underneath you due to Dazai increasing the speed. You can feel your orgasm building up quickly, a tingling and warm sensation spreading inside your body as his lenient tongue keeps doing wonders.

He swiftly switches from licking to sucking on your clit making your eyes roll back as a whorish moan escapes you. Your thighs start to twitch, but they feel weak as Dazai keeps on sucking your sensitive bud, touching it very softly with his tongue from time to time. His grip on your thighs grows more rough, keeping you in place as your hips begin to move to match his pace.

You feel the heat overwhelming you, breathy whimpers constantly leaving your throat as you get insanely close to your orgasm. You squeeze your thighs around his face, pulling him more into your cunt as you feel on the edge. Dazai keeps up, still sucking on your clit as your whimpers grow into moans, your whole body heating up. You finally feel your orgasm coming, your thighs shaky and weak and you keep moving your hips from time to time, needy to cum. Dazai suddenly pulls away, shamelessly ruining all the build up.

"No, no, keep going, please!" you look at him, your voice revealing evident distress. He just keeps looking at you, almost as if he is asking for more enthusiasm.

"Please, I am so close! Keep going, please!" your eyes are pitiful to look at, your neediness laughable. At least from Dazai's perspective.

"Please! I am begging you." your sentence slips past your lips faster than your mind could process it, pride almost completely lost now.

"You are getting better at this, I must admit. Greedy and miserable slut, let's see what else you can be." he says through a whisper before his lips wrap around your clit once more. He continues sucking on it and you can't even answer him as your head falls down, pleasure overwhelming you. Dazai's tongue rolls over your clit more frequently than before, while his lips and teeth apply more pressure. You feel your orgasm build up again, your body shaking as you roll your hips into the mattress.

Loud moans leave your lungs as you feel the intense heat bubbling inside your lower tummy, your cunt clenching around nothing. You feel your orgasm on the brink again and this time Dazai doesn't stop, rather he keeps on building up the intensity.

You feel a wave of warm tingles spread inside your body as your orgasm slowly starts unraveling. Broken mixture of whimpers and moans is only to be heard as your orgasm bursts inside of you, reaching its peak. Dazai unwraps one of his hands from away from your thigh, still keeping up his pace on your clit for the whole duration of your orgasm. Once it finally starts melting off, your breathing remains heavy as your body feels weak and shaky. Dazai swiftly inserts two of his fingers inside your leaking cunt making you gasp in surprise as he switches from sucking on your clit back to moving his tongue in circles. He doesn't give you even a little break and your mind feels fuzzy.

"Wait-" you want to stop him just for a moment, but the stimulation feels too much, but also too good that your own moans drown out your voice. Dazai's fingers move in and out for a bit, sliding easily as the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive clit makes your body twitch. You move your hand into his hair, grasping it roughly as you take a deep breath out that is suddenly cut off with your own whine as Dazai curls his fingers, pressing your g-spot. He keeps on relaxing and curling his fingers, applying a fair amount of pressure on your sensitive spot as his tongue circles on your clit.

You feel lightheaded as he keeps pleasuring all of your sweet spots inside and out of your cunt. He stops movement of his tongue for a moment and extracts his fingers, leaving just his fingertips inside your cunt. He lets out a thicker string of spit and inserts his fingers fully once again making your pussy tingle from added "lube". He pumps them in and out a few times as sweet moans escape your throat before he places the flat of his tongue on your clit again, slightly bobbing his head up and down. You circle your hips to match his movement once again and he curls his fingers again, directly and consistently rubbing your g-spot.

A chain of guttural whimpers slips past your lips as you feel another orgasm approaching as he keeps up his movement, your cunt clenching around Dazai's slim fingers. Dazai lets out a quiet whine as he feels your pussy pulsating around him and your clit swelling more under his tongue. You dig your fingernails into the couch, intense heat spreading inside your head as well as in your tummy and legs as your climax builds up even more, the first few tame waves knotting inside of you.

Your chest feels overly warm, your legs barely shaking as your body is almost completely tensed up now, ready for an orgasm that was so painfully close. Dazai whines into your clit as he feels strings of precum dripping down your pussy and coating his fingers and he quickly pulls away, extracting his fingers right on the brink of your release. You want to curse him out, but all you let out is a dissatisfied sound. Dazai pulls away from you completely and puts his still clothed thigh and knee near your cunt.

"Come on, get off." he says in a sly tone, his lips glossing from your wetness. You are too needy and too eager, almost immediately crumbling under his order and moving your cunt closer to his thigh, but he quickly moves it away.

"You have to be a bit quicker." he teases, placing his hands on your knees while bringing his thigh close again. You move your hips closer and he reverts away from you again, following with a malicious laugh.

"You really are incapable. Can't even get yourself off." he laughs once more, sliding his thigh close to you again and you try to meet him halfway before he is able to do anything, but he quickly lifts it up, making your attempt futile.

"You truly are a pitiful thing to witness. Your state is pathetic." he says coldly, his eyes piercing through yours and you swallow. Dazai puts his knee back on the couch and you move as fast as you can. Your clit brushes over his pants, sending shivers up your body, but he moves his thigh away once more.

"How many of these laughable rubs do you think it would take for you to finally cum? Perhaps one hundred?" he chuckles, looking at you with no empathy whatsoever as he moves one of his hands between your legs and flicks your clit with his middle finger. You yelp, a soft whimper mixing up.

"Ahh~" he lets out a little whine as his eyes widen in enjoyment of your low state. He flicks your clit once again and you choke out a moan, stinging sensation traveling up your body.

"It would be lovely to toy with you a bit more like this, but you have something else to do, no?" he smiles slyly, bringing his thigh close to your cunt again. You slowly move one of your legs between his and he observes in curiosity. You swiftly wrap your thighs around his own thigh and start desperately gliding your cunt up and down. You use your elbows as leverage, needily rolling your hips into his thigh. Dazai watches you for a moment before he bursts into a wicked laughter, the sound making your stomach drop.

"Humping me like a dog? What a vile whore you are." he says in a resentful tone.

"Though, I will praise your creativity. So, can you get off like this, dirty whore?" he asks, voice low and challenging as he already knows the answer. You slow down your movement, trying to find a way to stimulate your clit in the best way, but your cunt feels awfully empty. Your thighs unravel in defeat as you shake your head filled with shame, though so yearning to cum.

"Seems like you can't do anything without me." he sighs out, as if it really bothers him. He makes a brief pause, analyzing your poor state for a few moments.

"I wish that guy from the coffee shop could see us now..more specifically, you." is the last thing he says in a colder tone before he spreads your thighs and positions himself between them once again. He places his tongue on your needy clit again, while simultaneously inserting two of his fingers inside your cunt. He curls them up and starts moving them in the previous pace, relentlessly pleasuring your g-spot as he keeps bobbing his head up and down, his warm tongue smoothly sliding over your clit. You gasp out, relaxing your body once again as the sensations of an upcoming orgasm builds up quickly. You put your hand in his hair again, grasping it rougher than before, not trying to risk it. He whines into your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit and making you whimper. He stops his movement for a second.

"Don't be so rough, I won't go anywhere." he finishes with a chuckle, quickly returning his tongue on your sweet clit, switching up his movement to only using the tip of his tongue and briskly, but featherly brushing it over it in up and down motion. Your body starts quivering while your orgasm builds up more, the intensity of it washing over you and making you moan out. Dazai pressures your g-spot more roughly, another first wave of orgasm breaking through. You feel pleasurably dizzy as your body tenses up, cunt clenching and pulsating as you finally feel the pure heat and intense tingles of your orgasm reach their peak.

Relentless moans escape your lungs as you breathe heavily, your grasp on Dazai's hair deplete completely as the intensity spreads inside your body, reaching every part of you. Dazai pulls away, leaving your clit alone as he keeps stimulating your g-spot during your orgasm. You keep gasping for air, long moans and whimpers taking all of it. Dazai puts his other hand next to your head, towering over you as he still keeps pressuring your g-spot. Your orgasm feels too pleasurable, too unbearable and like you are going to pee. You are trying to push him away as it gets overwhelming.

You let out little gasps and moans as Dazai keeps up his movement, relentlessly pressuring your g-spot making your weak and overly pleasured body crumble underneath him. You feel an oddly, but so overly consuming and vigorous relieving sensation inside your lower tummy. Loud gasps mixed with moans escapes your lungs as a watery stream fastly pressures its way out of your cunt. You feel the muscles of your cunt heavily convulsing. Dazai extracts his fingers swiftly, rubbing your cunt and slowing down the stream from spraying everywhere. You breathe heavily, your body feeling too tired and too sensitive. You notice that Dazai's pants are completely wet by your pleasure, making you a little bit embarrassed.

"Ah, you made a mess you nasty bitch." he notes in an apathetic tone as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling them down. He takes them off completely, dropping them on the floor.

"Sorry." you say with uncertainty as Dazai pulls his boxers down, getting rid of them as well and exposing his hard cock.

"Apology won't fix this. Plus, my pants are not something you should apologize for.." he makes a brief pause, letting you sink in a "discreet" message.

"..So, why don't you just let me use that pretty cunt of yours and keep your mouth shut so you don't irritate me even more?" he asks in a wicked tone as he spreads your legs, observing your drooling cunt. He wraps his hand around his cock, tapping it on your cunt a few times. You twitch from small jolts due to sensitivity and Dazai aligns his cock with your inner lips, slowly sliding his cock inside of you.

As soon as half of his cock slides in, both of you gasp in, Dazai letting out a broken whine to mix in. He slides it in completely, his pelvic area kissing yours. You let out a mellow moan, your tummy filling up with warmth as your pussy still feels so sensitive. Dazai's strokes are slow. He lets out prolonged whimpers and whines every time when, painfully slowly, inch by inch of his cock slides in and out of you. It feels so good and it soothes your sore cunt making you breathe out in pleasure.

"Hah-, this makes me want to forgive you more easily." he whispers in a slightly shaky voice. It makes your pussy clench around his cock and he smiles slyly as he rolls his hips in and out.

"On second thought, even your cunt isn't good enough for me to forgive you." his voice is still breathy and shaky, however revealing more irritation. His slow thrusts make your head spin and all you can voice out are shameless moans.

"I don't think I will be satisfied.." he whispers as he puts his hands underneath your knees and bends your legs over your chest. He positions himself in a better angle, so he can go as deep as he would like.

"..Until I see you break completely. Just like a helpless, desperate whore." he spits out his words without sympathy as he starts thrusting vigorously fast, his balls roughly slapping the underside of your pussy. You moan out as you feel the tip of his cock in the deepest part of you in such short intervals. His cock perfectly pressures your g-spot as well as all others already overly sensitive spots inside, making you unable to speak.

You choke on your own sounds as Dazai whines loudly, digging his fingernails into your skin. His thrusts are merciless and pleasurably painful and you swear you feel like you will cum again, if not something else. Your muscles tense and relax around him quickly, providing a pulsating sensation and it makes him bite his lower lip as he starts choking on his own whines. Your eyes tear up and your throat dries out as pleasure becomes overbearing, heavily concentrated in your most sensitive parts.

"I'm sorry-" you choke out desperately, tears running down your face as your voice becomes thin and drowned out.

"Shut up for now." he spits out, spiteful feelings completely taking over him as his hips move at a rapid pace, his cock twitching inside of you. Dazai's eyebrows furrow in pleasure and frustration, loud whines escaping one after another. The heavy slaps of his balls make your skin feel like it's bruising and burning as your cunt drowns in pleasure. It's all too confusing and overwhelming. You moan loudly, unable to think or compose yourself. His cock feels too good inside, relentlessly stimulating your sweet spot.

You can feel your body giving out once again, your muscles convulsing and another stream of watery mixture splashes out of your cunt. You gasp for air as your whole body feels weak from another heavy climax. Dazai doesn't slow down, he just keeps going, a few heavy whimpers slipping past his lips upon the sensation your orgasm was providing. You breathe heavily, your release slowly wearing off, but sensitivity builds up way too quickly again, making the slightest touch of his cock hurt in a bittersweet manner. You take a deep breath in.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry! I will never do it again!" you almost yell out, desperate for some delicacy.

"Do better." he almost whines out, his own eyes slightly tearing up as he overly stimulates himself as well. You take another deep breath in as his vigorous pace continues.

"You are the only one for me! The only one who could ever make me feel this way and I am sorry!" you choke on your own moans, guttural sounds stopping you from speaking. His cock feels way too good, but your cunt is way past sensitive to take it properly.

"I will never repeat this, I promise. Please forgive me." you say in a weaker tone, unable to gather your thoughts.

"You are the only one, I swear. I don't care about anyone else, it was just a stupid way for me to see your reaction." you just keep talking, trying not to focus on the sensations. Dazai keeps up his merciless pace, pounding in and out of your cunt like it's a toy without feelings.

"Fuck! I am sorry, I promise I will never do anything like that again! You are the only one for me, so please-" you gasp out suddenly as Dazai slows down his pace, letting you calm down. You are panting and your body feels sore and heavy. Dazai slowly lets go of your legs, letting them fall on both sides next to his body. His thrusts are slow and delicate, almost faint.

"Thank you." you whisper out, still exhausted and overwhelmed, but enjoying the slow stimulation of your sweet spots inside. Dazai places one of his hands around your jaw, cupping it in moderate strength. He leans his face close to yours as his thrusts remain slow and gentle.

"I will be remembering what you've just said. You better do it too, mkay?" he asks almost happily, making you sigh out.

"Okay." you nod as much as you can and he places his lips on yours, kissing you for a moment before slowly pulling away.

"Good. You seem to only be able to be fucked into obedience." he chuckles as he places another delicate kiss on your lips. His thrusts are slow, but deeply pleasurable.

"I am not a dog." you say as sharply as you can.

"Mm, you sure?" he smiles in a teasing way, refreshing your memory from before. You turn your head to the side and he lets go of your jaw. He slowly pulls out his cock, leaving your throbbing pussy empty.

"Roll over." chuckling to his own joke, he gently helps to reposition your body and makes you lay flat on your tummy.

"I will let you go off easily today only." you say in a softer tone and his lips curl into a teasing smirk.

"Whatever you say." he whispers as he spreads your legs with his knees before aligning his cock with your entrance and slowly pushes it in. You let out a whimper as Dazai follows up with his own. He lays on top of you, not with his full weight, but enough to provide some odd sense of comfortability and safety. He rolls his hips in a slow motion, resting his head next to yours as he observes your pretty face. You let a breath out as his thrusts feel good, delicately stimulating you and sending shivers up your spine.

"Be good for me and lift your hip." he whispers in a very soft tone that makes you melt and you obey. He slides one of his hands, resting its palm on your lower tummy as the two of his fingers reach your clit. You relax your hip as he starts drawing small circles with his fingertips. Your whole body relaxes and you let out a weak moan as it all feels so good. Dazai speeds up his pace just a little bit, only to pleasure your g-spot more frequently. You feel your groins tingle as his cock slides in and out so easily, gently throbbing inside of your soaking cunt. Dazai is breathily panting in your ear as a few words of praise finally come out of his mouth.

"You were so good for me, can you do it once more?" he asks with a shaky whisper, his warm breath making your body tingle. You nod as you feel your lower tummy already building up with climatic sensations, this time less intensely, but just as pleasurable. Your soft moans and his heavier pants fill up the room as his cock pulsates inside of you, slowly rubbing over your sensitive spots. His fingers keep up the pace and you feel another wave of another orgasm.

Your body slightly tenses up and you close your eyes, the feeling of Dazai's warm body on your back tying this all together. Your release finally starts knotting inside of you, your heavy moans and whimpers silencing Dazai's sounds.

You roll your hips, trying to ride out the pleasure as Dazai keeps thrusting slowly, however very close to his own release. Your orgasm finally melts away and you gasp out, feeling completely exhausted and sleepy. Dazai quickly lifts himself up and also lifts your hips towards him, not pulling out. He positions you in a doggy and you bite down on your hand and he chuckles.

"I will be fast, I promise." he says as he begins thrusting just as he said - fast. You bite your own skin, once again overwhelmed. He keeps thrusting, whorish moans now escaping his throat as his cock roughly pulsates inside your cunt. His skin keeps slapping yours, making it feel like it's bruising even more and worse than before as he gets vigorous and greedy for his own release. You quiet down your sounds with your hand, leaving deep teeth marks behind and pool of saliva as his cock reaches deep spots inside of you.

He is panting loudly, his cock twitching even more as his whines get high-pitched and strained and with few more rapid thrusts he finally reaches his orgasm, releasing a whip of cum inside of you. In the middle of his release, he pulls out and lets a few bigger whips of cum paint your pussy on the outside as well. It makes you shiver and you feel it sliding down your sensitive skin. Dazai swiftly leans closer, gently licking the parts of your thighs and cunt where cum was falling down rather quickly and he lets your body flop on the couch.

You could fall asleep immediately, but you use the last ounce of energy to talk to him.

"This would all be so much easier if you just said that you were jealous." you say sleepily as your eyes close, but you are still somewhat awake. Dazai lays next to you, delicately tracing his fingertips on your bare back.

"But it would all be so much less fun." he whispers back and you grunt, almost immediately falling asleep.

Surely, Dazai made sure you slept comfortably and as soon as you woke up, there was a nice, warm bubble bath waiting for you and lots of praises and cuddles. However, you will have to take care of the food, as always.

The End :) <3

Sorry for the time this took me, I was also about to take a sudden break when this request came in, so :")

I hope y'all liked it and enjoyed it! Thank you so much for support and love, it means the world to me! :) <3

Forehead kisses for everyone :3

Chuuya & Nikolai coming soon!! :D

#dazai osamu smut #dazai osamu x reader smut #dazai x reader smut #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x reader #bsd smut #bsd imagines #bsd fic #bsd dazai

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satorusluver · 6 months

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35 + Suguru for the smut prompt thing if there's still room? Pls and thank u 🙏

Suguru Geto + cockwarming

Minors DNI

Tags/warnings: fem reader, religion kink, unprotected sex, established relationship, cockwarming (obviously)

Word count: 1,050 ish (lil longer than a drabble but 🤷‍♀️)

A/N: Anon requested cockwarming but I threw in Priest!Geto as a bonus lol. I've heard certain types of Christians don't consider cockwarming actual sex (Mormons, I think?), bc they believe you have actually move for it to count. Dunno if it's actually true, and yes I know priests are Catholic and not Mormon, but it's smut, guys.

Priest Suguru Geto who's so desperate for your sweet little cunt, but he's also desperate to maintain some semblance of his purity. He loves you, even if he shouldn't. And he lusts for you, which he definitely shouldn't. But twenty-seven years without being intimate with anyone could drive any red-blooded man mad, even a man of God. He can't help but want to experience being inside of a woman -no, not just a woman, being inside of you.

It's his duty as a priest to save his virginity and keep his promise of purity to God, but it doesn't count if he doesn't move, right? Or at least that's how his wayward friend Satoru tried to justify it, saying that it doesn't really count as sex if there's no actual thrusting. If you just get to feel a woman's warmth around your cock without actually doing anything about it. Suguru didn't really buy that, at least not until he met you, fell in love, and became so hopelessly, helplessly, sinfully desperate to be intimate with you.

So it doesn't count if you just sit on his lap and slowly lower yourself onto his cock, his breath hitching in his throat at the feeling of your wet warmth enveloping him...

Or at least that's what he tells himself.

God, you're even tighter than he imagined you'd be. His eyes roll back in his head and a shiver runs through his entire body when he feels himself bottom out. His hands grip the arms of the chair he's sitting in so hard his knuckles turn white at the feeling of his swollen, needy tip pressing gently against the entrance to your womb and your gummy walls clinging to his hard length like you never want to let him go.

"Fuuuck," Suguru groans under his breath as he adjusts to this new, intoxicating feeling. "...sorry, that was unbecoming of a priest," he adds with an embarrassed chuckle.

"And this isn't?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as your inner muscles squeeze around him, and if he thought you were tight before, now you're gripping him like a vice.

"Fuck!" he swears again, his eyes screwing shut and his hands clenching and unclenching as he tries to bring himself back down from the high that's threatening to overtake him already. "D-don't do that, angel, or I m-might..."

Angel. He always calls you his angel. He swears you must be a gift from God, with your ethereal features and kind heart. So how can an angel be so tempting? How can an angel make him want to do the most unholy things, things only married couples should do?

"You're right though, we probably shouldn't be doing this. B-but I don't think I could pull out now if I tried. Does it feel good for you, angel?" Suguru asks sweetly, reaching up to brush your hair out your face with a shaky hand.

"So good, Sugu..." you whisper, meeting his dark eyes with your own. He really does fill you up just right, and you can feel the head of him rubbing up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. You want so badly to move, to grind against him and bring you both the pleasure that you crave. But you know your priest's limits, so your hips stay still. You do, however, lean your head down to kiss him, and you're taken aback when one of his long fingers meets your lips instead.

"If we start making out now, I'm gonna lose all self-control. Can we just stay like this?" Suguru asks in a low, pleading voice. "I just wanna be close to you like this..." he murmurs, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a soft groan.

So you sit there for what feels like an eternity, trying not to think too hard about the way his fat cock is plugging you up and stretching you out, trying not to think too hard about how much you want to move your hips and feel every ridge and vein of his member dragging along your walls, which ache with the need for more stimulation that this is giving you.

You're getting wetter by the minute too, coating his cock in your sticky arousal so much it's dripping down the part of it that can't fit inside you due to his generous length. Every now and then you shift on top of him, adjusting your position a bit and savoring the slight friction it causes. Suguru clearly loves it too, hissing out a strained moan through clenched teeth and squeezing your sides a tad harder at your every minor movement.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he chokes out when you tighten around him again, almost involuntarily as your body craves more of him.

"Sorry, can't help it...we can stop if you want?" you ask softly, your eyes taking in his almost pained expression as he tries to hold himself back. Your hands come up to run your fingers through his long, dark hair in a comforting way.

"N-no, I'm fine..." But he doesn't look fine. He looks like he's holding himself back with every fiber of his being, and he is. He's so close to saying fuck it all and thrusting up into you anyway. After all, this has gotta be at least a half-sin, just being inside you. But he's convinced himself that his self-restraint counts for something, so he keeps still no matter how much his cock throbs and his body screams at him to move inside of you.

"You're just so warm. I mean, I figured you would be, but...just this feeling, you around me. You feel so amazing, angel, and I'm not even moving. If this is what it's like to be with a woman....no wonder men give into temptation."

If Suguru is being honest with himself, eventually he probably will too. Maybe not this time. But he's not sure either of you could take this sweet torture forever. Sinners deserve nothing but an eternity in hell, it's true. And yet...your beautiful eyes gazing down at him, filled with love and lust for him? Every flutter of your tight pussy around his hard, throbbing cock? Every breathy whimper and sigh that slips from your pretty mouth at the slightest shift of your hips? It all has Suguru beginning to think you might just be worth eternal damnation after all.

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etheries1015 · 9 months

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Arlecchino having a (female) s/o who is extremely sensitive and cries frequently.

You'd think arlecchino would have something against dating someone like this. Crying is a sign of weakness in her eyes, and honestly you were no different. Despite your typically optimistic and flamboyant personality, you were incredibly sensitive. Just leave it to Arlecchino to pick probably the most sensitive person in the world to choose as her lover, right?

You saw a sad play? Tears streaming down your face. You saw a malnourished dog on the streets? Sobbing while spending your life's savings to help the poor thing. It starts raining? You're crying, too. "Its been raining so much...The hydro dragon must be in such misery. I wish I could help him." One of the kids called you "mother" for the first time? You're sobbing uncontrollably. Most of the time Arlecchino would roll her eyes and be mildly unomftorable around your tears, but you knew she still loved you. Especially moments that it truly mattered, she would mutter a "Stop crying..." And pat your head, or quietly engulf you in a hug. She couldn't fully understand why you were always so empathetic and crying all the time, however they do say opposites attract, right?

Most of the time she found it to be one of your weak points, crying so much means you aren't strong to save face, right? That you don't have what it takes? Crying all the time was something only the pathetic and unworthy do...right?

Arlecchino heard two voices. One was her lover, you, and the other was the feeble whimpers of a child. She made sure to stay hidden from behind the door frame, eavesdropping on the conversation, where you and the young boy were left unaware of her presence.

"Father says I...shouldn't cry. I'm sorry, mother, I..."

"Freminet," Arlecchino heard your voice strong yet sweet, her heart skipping a beat slightly. She hadn't heard you so...authoritative in a long while. So loving, gentle...and so confident. There was not a hint of hesitation in your voice.

"I understand you think very very highly of Arle. She gave you a life here, along with your siblings. I know you look up to her. But if there is one thing we, even as lovers, disagree on..." The sound of rustling caused Arlecchino to glance around the corner, quickly noticing how you were pulling the young boy into your arms.

"Tears are not a sign of weakness. It means you have a strong heart, a heart full of emotions just waiting to burst and let loose. Strength comes from standing up again despite the challenges you have faced, and what may have made you cry." You pulled back and wiped his tears before poking his chest above the spot where his heart lay. "You have a beautiful heart, freminet. Its healthy, and strong. Strength is purely subjective, we can each decide for ourselves what strength truly means. Don't let someone else decide that for you, no matter how much they may mean to you."

"But-" the blonde haired boy went to object you, only to be promptly cut off.

"Arlecchino has her own definition of strength and weakness, and so do I. They are completely opposite from one another. But that doesn't mean the love between us isn't real because of that. We all still love you for who you are, Freminet. You're growing to be a very fine young man, and I'm certain you will find your own definition of strength. Create it yourself, okay? Your soul is meant to grow into your own shape, not forcefully conform into someone else's." There was no words, only the sounds of light sobs as Freminet hugged you tightly. You smiled slightly and pat his back gently and comfortingly.

"If you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to, I'm always here for you. You do not need to suffer alone."

Arlecchino could have sworn your gaze notice hers and lock eyes for but a moment, with a gentle smile placed upon your features. Quickly turning her heel and walking away, Arlecchino simply scoffed at the notion you were breaking down the principals she had built at the house of hearth.

Night had fallen and you entered your shared room with the Knave, who was currently laying in bed with the lights off and blankets covering her body. You strolled over to the bed, sitting down next to her as you gazed down to the quiet harbinger.

"Are you mad at me?" You inquired, "I know you heard what I told freminet. I assumed you would yell at me by now, about how crying isn't a sign of strength, and how I'm 'teaching them worthless things'. " You awaited a snotty response from your thickheaded lover, yet much to your surprise, there was no response. It was only when you sat your hand upon her shoulder did you notice the slightest tremble, your eyes widening before you were abruptly pulled down into the sheets with strong arms wrapping around you. Arlechinnos head tucked into your shoulder, you could feel wetness seep through your shirt. You smiled sadly and began to hold her back, stroking her soft black and white locks.

"I see you're taking my advice, huh? Did I strike a chord finally?"

"Shut up."

With a shaky voice and mild hesitation, Arlecchino had become far more vulnerable than she had ever felt before.

"You're a bad influence," she sighed into your shoulder, her grasp tightening. With a chuckle and another gentle kiss, you hummed in amusement. It wasn't long before you felt the trembling come to a halt and Arlecchinos breathing even out, you closed your eyes and began to drift off into sleep with your lover still in your arms.

Maybe crying wasn't as bad as she made it out to be. At least, not when she had someone to hold her tight all night.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #Arlecchino #Arlecchino x reader #Arlechinno Genshin x reader #arlecchino genshin

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threelionsgirl · 4 months

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karma is my boyfriend| mason mount

part II of better with me

summary: y/n and mason finally arrive in cancun with y/n having to make a serious decision; while trying to understand her feelings for mason warnings: none word count: 1.760 notes: it's been a long time since i've posted anything, this was a sequel that i've been writing for a while, i even thought about posting it on wattpad bc i really like the plot, but i don't know, do you want a sequel? let me know!!! also i wanted to say that english isn't my first language so sorry for the mistakes, not reviewed (ignore the title too, I couldn't think of anything better

After just over two hours of pure sex with Mason, Y/N had decided that this was the best way to travel by plane, but she wasn't iron either. She was exhausted, and he wasn't much different either. For the rest of the time, realising they had no choice, they silently agreed to raise a peace flag, at least until the plane landed. They were still sharing that small sofa, but decided to put on some warmer clothes while the same blanket covered them. Y/N had discovered that she could occupy the same seat with Mason without fighting with him or fucking him… She hadn't felt that sensation since… Since they were 15, when things started to change between them and a part of her, however small, missed her friend. "So why didn't you break up with him?" Mason asked. They had been talking for a while about trivial things, and that was one of his biggest doubts. The low light and the cold climate made the atmosphere of the plane pleasant for that. He had one arm under her body and his Serbian bicep as a pillow to support her head. "Him who?" "Your boyfriend, Jake." Y/N grimaced as she remembered him. She didn't want to remember him while she was still with Mason, because she knew that cheating on him had been wrong.

"Well, I don't know… He's a nice guy, he treats me well, and I know he loves me." Guilt seemed to consume her even more after saying that, Jake was a nice guy, he didn't deserve what she was doing to him, even though she wasn't sorry. "I guess I was trying to focus on these things, thinking that it would be immature to end a relationship because of sex; Sex shouldn't be the basis of a relationship, and it shouldn't matter so much. I mean, there are people who live just fine without sex, right?" "You're not one of those people, so you're not going to live well that way." He said, and she looked at him, thinking that behind all that arrogance, Mason actually had a thinking brain. "I also agree that it shouldn't be the basis, but sex is fucking important." "You're right, I was just fooling myself. When we get there, I'll give him a call." "To break up?" He asked unassumingly, but with a faint thread of hope running through him. "Yeah, maybe, I guess. I mean, I don't want to hurt him, but I need to tell him I had sex with you. I'm sure he won't be happy to know." She pondered, knowing it would be difficult, but confident that it was the right thing to do. "What about you? Why did you break up with Karen?" She turned sideways to look at him, no longer feeling awkward about having his body so close and wanting to look him in the eye. Mason wanted to pull her around the waist with his other hand and entwine his legs in hers, but somehow it didn't seem right.

"She was suffocating me." He let off steam, remembering how sometimes, or almost always, Karen could be annoying. Mason preferred to summarise the story, the details were too stupid to hold Y/N's attention. "The Euro final was too difficult, and I really didn't want to bring her to Cancún with us." "Hmm." It was the only thing she decided to say, realising that Mason didn't want to prolong the subject any further, and neither did she. Y/N stared at the roof of the plane, listening to the noise of the wind and the engines, the two of them there, it seemed like a parallel reality, and she began to wonder what it would be like when the plane landed. A part of her didn't want things to change because it scared the shit out of her. "Mount?" "What is it, princess?" His eyes were almost closed, but he opened them wide when he heard her voice. "I was serious at the time, let's not tell anyone about it." She said, pointing at him and herself. Mason stopped to think for a moment, in his mind this was the start of something new, but Y/N wasn't really interested in making things change. This fuelled something bitter inside him, so he decided to act the same way.

"I also think it'll be better if they don't know." She shook her head, sure that the subject was closed when he whispered: "So, do you hate me again?" "Wait until the plane lands, now I just want to sleep." Y/N spoke as if sleeping in his arms was the most comfortable place she had ever slept. It made Mason angry, but he couldn't do anything as he watched her eyes grow heavy, as Y/N fell asleep so close to his body. Not while that moment was all he ever wanted.

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"Look who's finally here? So? How was your trip? I guess you got through it without killing yourselves." Declan laughed as Mason and Y/N got off the plane. They had finally landed, and Y/N's brother decided that he would be the one to meet them at Cancún airport. Y/N couldn't believe it when the plane finally landed. When she woke up on top of Mason, from the window she could see that it was morning, she locked herself in the bathroom and only came out when they were minutes away from landing. It was time to get back to normal, and she had to get ready. She changed her clothes and dressed up as much as possible, trying to look like she hadn't had a hectic night of sex. Y/N left first, coming through the door like a rocket. She stared at Declan with fire in her eyes. Unlike her, he was in a good mood, smiling and wearing sunglasses to protect his eyes from the beautiful sun. "You're a terrible brother, you know that?" She grumbled, walking past him and handing him her bag to carry. He looked at Mason for answers, Declan thought that Y/N would get so angry that she would storm out of the plane swearing a thousand words and slapping his arm, but she seemed quite calm.

"What's up, bro." He greeted Mason and the two of them started walking side by side, behind Y/N who was a few steps ahead.

"I really thought she'd be angrier, what happened there?" Mason bit the inside of his cheek, flashes of the trip flooded his mind and he remembered every moment with Y/N, but he also remembered the deal they had made not to tell anyone, and that included Declan, so it was inevitable that he would have to lie to his best friend. He looked ahead so that Dec wouldn't notice. "I don't know, I slept the whole journey. Do you know how hard it is to put up with a girl as boring as the princess for so many hours?" "Don't be late next time then!" Dec slapped him on the back, laughing. He had thought he was a genius when he came up with the idea of putting Mason and Y/N on the same plane. That experience must have been the worst for both of them, and he found it amusing. The journey out of the airport was uneventful. They had decided to rent a mansion on the beach instead of staying in a hotel with the excuse of having more privacy. Lauren, Alex and Ben were already there when Dec, Mase and Y/N arrived. They hadn't really done much while waiting for the other two. Their plan was to set aside a few hours to rest and go out in the evening.

The house was big enough for everyone to have their own room, with the exception of Lauren and Declan, who preferred to stay together as expected. Y/N discovered that the last two rooms left were facing each other, which meant that Mason would be her next door neighbour. It was for these reasons that she hated arriving after everyone else. She went to her room to unpack and Alex went to help her so they could talk. The only thing Y/N could think about was taking a nice shower. "So, Y/N, is Jake coming?" Alex asked, throwing herself onto her bed after a while. Y/N was on the floor with her suitcases open, looking for an outfit to wear for the evening. Jake. She hadn't even stopped to think about him because remembering that she had cheated on her boyfriend wasn't the best thought. "I'm going to break up with him." "What? Why?" Alex stood up quickly, surprised. In her mind, Y/N and Jake were the happiest couple in the world, she couldn't imagine that they were facing problems to the point of breaking up. "Do you want me to be honest?" Y/N paused. "He's terrible in bed, and I've realised that I can't live without cumming." "Is that serious?" Alex was dumbfounded. Y/N just thought that she would only be more shocked if she knew that it was Mason who had made her realise all that. But Mason was her secret under lock and key.

"Very serious. I'll finish this" She indicated the clothes in her suitcase. "And call him." "You're going to end a year-long relationship over a mobile phone?" Alex looked sceptical, it was all so sudden. Y/N stood up, pondering. God, she had betrayed him, and now she was going to end it all with a phone call. She was a terrible person. That's for sure. Karma was her boyfriend and would come for her at any moment. "Do you want me to make you come here just to finish?" Either option was terrible. She could also pretend that nothing had happened and carry on with Jake, but that seemed even worse. As well as lying to him, she'd be lying to herself. "It makes sense." Alex agreed. Y/N shrugged and took a towel out of her bag. Through the crack in the door, she saw Mason, shirtless, entering his room, and bit her lip. A few hours later and she was already missing his hot body, but NO, it wasn't going to happen again. Ever.

"You look strange, Y/N." Alex's voice roused her from her thoughts, and Y/N stopped staring at the door, trying to forget that Mason was half-naked next door. "No, I'm not. I'm just… thinking about what we're going to do today." "Well, I don't know what I'm going to do, but you'll definitely be looking for a guy who can make you come." Alex laughed, walking past her and slapping her on the bum. Y/N sighed and laughed back. Alex had no idea that Y/N had already found this guy, and he was only a door away.

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spdrvyn · 1 year

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parched P2 — MIGUEL O'HARA

(( here's the part 2 that i mentioned in the last one !! this isn't explicit, however it is steamy, legally i shouldn't be writing explicit stuff anyway so sorry to the horny horny miguel fans out there. spoiler-free as usual ))

READ PART 1 HERE.

Whatever Miguel couldn't say in words, he'd express in actions.

He's always been like that, when you first met him, when you first started falling in love with him, when you first started dating him. Right now, it was when he was on top of you. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, kissing every inch of you.

You were well aware of the fact that he's lacked such a gentle, loving touch for most if not all of his life. After all, he didn't seem like the biggest sap when you two were only knew each other as acquaintances.

He kept to himself most of the time when he was with you, he didn't normally engage in it unless you initiated it first. A hand at his bicep, his shoulder, his cheek.

Oh, how badly he wanted to hide that he needed it. Needed you.

Slowly but surely, he started feeling comfortable laying more than a single finger on you. Whenever he walked you home, a hand at the small of your back. Wiping stray bits of food on your mouth whenever you ate lunch together. The little things, it drove you crazy.

Your chest swelled with pride at the thoght of how far he's come, letting his guard down around you.

Not forgetting that ever since he finished 'getting fixed up', he was all over you. Smothering you with kisses, letting you sink further and further into the sheets and pillows.

"Missed this, missed you so much, amor." He uttered, his hand tangled in your hair. Tugging on it occasionally to pull you closer and closer to him, as if you weren't already. "Don't even want to think about what it was like out there. Dios, se sentía como el infierno."

At this point, you had a hard time telling if something really bad happened at work or if this is just him being needy. However, you didn't want to pry. It was clear that he was enjoying himself.

Really enjoying himself from how, once again, you felt something sharp sink into the crook between your shoulder and neck. Wincing, you whine at him. He revels in it.

"Not even one hour has passed of coming home to me and you're already trying to leave a mark." You pout, as to which he responds with a wolfish grin. "Sorry, sorry. Just can't help it sometimes. You're delectable."

Fangs really weren't something that you thought that you'd be into. Not like you've really encountered anyone with fangs in your life, Miguel was the first one. The first time you cracked a joke with him, he laughed. You got a glimpse of the canines that peeked through his gums, yet it didn't terrify you. As shameful as he used to be of them when he revealed his occupation to you.

Now, it felt like he used them daily, on you to be more specific. Like you were a staple and he was a stapler remover, which was silly but an accurate description of what it was like.

As he normally does, he decides to rub it in.

"But at the same time, don't act like you don't enjoy them. I can basically see the look on your face whenever I leave one. On your neck."

He punctured the skin, a little to draw blood. Which made you gasp, moving to scold him until he holds your arm down. Cutting you off.

"Your shoulder."

He moves down, kissing you as he does so. Before he bites down again, a little harder. Rougher this time.

"Your thighs."

The thumping of your heart is drumming in your ears as he hooks your thighs over his shoulders, massaging the soft flesh with his fingers before leaving two very prominent bite marks on them now.

He licks the blood clean off of his lips, coming back up to you with a smirk. His thumb caresses your chin as you stare at him. "Ah, that face. That's the one I'm talking about, mi vida."

You still have no idea what he's saying, before you could even delve deeper into it. He captures your lips with a soft chuckle.

Guess you'll never know.

#i like my dilfs with a little bit of fang #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #fluff #romance #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for not wanting to be in my cousin's life? This will be long, I'm sorry

I (f19, but this started at 15) have a rough relationship with my family, I don't have a better word to describe them as besides just not the best towards me. But the real issue now is that I don't want to be involved in my cousin's (f8, but this started at 5) life. This sounds very silly, I know, but let me explain. My cousin is physical in how she expresses herself towards me (she likes to throw things at me and hit me and bite me, and I can't do anything about it because I get in trouble if I do). I have a severe nut allergy and there have been multiple times she's been caught trying to smear peanut butter on me or in my mouth while I slept. She likes to tell me she wishes I'd just eat the peanut butter so she'd never have to see me again. She just hates me, honestly (I'm not sure why, I've never hated the kid, I'm not mean to her, none of us have been able to figure out why and when asked she just says she hates me because she hates me)

The house we lived in contained just me, her, my mother, and my uncle. She is not abused by either adult, before anyone asks, she's actually quite spoiled due to the fact that they can't discipline her in any way without risking her being taken away. And I don't hate her at all, I'm bitter about how she treats me, but I know she's only a little kid. However, I just don't like being treated that way. I recently moved out and I told my mother that I didn't want to be part of my cousin's life until she stopped treating me that way. (Info: My mother thinks she treats me this way because she's a kid so she can't vent her anger out on the adults and I was the only other kid she could vent it out on.) My mother thinks I'm being cruel and punishing my cousin, she says I'll regret this choice and that my cousin will be all I have one day so I shouldn't do this. I've tried to explain that I'm not doing it to punish my cousin, it's just not good for my mental health and I can't be around this behaviour anymore. Other family members and family friends have agreed with my mother, but my friends think my decision is right. Since moving out and not going through that every day, I've started to feel better about myself, my depression isn't as bad and I don't have as much anxiety when I go to sleep. That is kinda swaying my decision to me thinking I'm right for choosing this for myself, but I still worry my mother might be right and I might be ruining my cousin's mental health by leaving.

I want to add that I know I'm way older than her, and some of you might be wondering why I don't stand up to her, but I could never do anything to stop her. I spent many years in foster care due to issues with my family (my mother, specifically), and I know that even the littlest thing where I live can get your kid taken from you. If I even raised my voice at her to tell her to stop and she told someone, she could be taken away from my family and I can't do that to her, I know the horrors of foster care. I also have spent most of my life being abused and don't know how to protect myself or defend myself in situations like these. Please keep this in mind when/if you call me pathetic or stupid, trust me I know I am.

Please, I know a lot of you may think this is silly or dumb or bait, but I need to know aita for not wanting to be in my cousin's life?

Reasons I think I might be NTA: I think my decision is good for both of us and I believe I should put mental health first in this case as it can be dangerous in the future if I don't. I don't want to stay longer and end up hating her, she's just a kid and doesn't deserve to be hated.

Reasons I think I might be TA: This could be seen as punishing her, and she might hate me more for it. She's already started being meaner to other kids now that she can't vent it out on me and I'm an adult so I can take it better than one of her classmates could. She might think her behaviour drove me away and blame herself.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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the-writer-arrived · 6 months

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A Wish Within Reach

Synopsis: his current life is something wriothesley had never imagined he could have. however, there are things he yearns oh-so-dearly to have that are still out of reach... or so he thought.

Character: wriothesley.

Warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; hurt & comfort; spoilers about wrio's past and voicelines; nightmares; imagery of death and blood (not reader's or wrio's).

A/N: i am so in love with this man, his 'more about wriothesley: v' hurt me so much, i wish to give him all the love he deserves. i talked with a friend about how wrio probably 'froze' most of the bad memories and thoughts of his past to not affect him so obviously, that's why he can say such worrying things so nonchalantly :'( please be happy for your birthday, my love 🥹

P.S: also, in a lighter note, please feast your eyes with eriimyon's good morning series, you're welcome.

It's dark, very dark. Wriothesley can barely see what's around him.

Where am I?

The air is completely still, as if everything is holding their breath in waiting. Waiting for something to happen.

For something terrible to happen.

Suddenly, a bright light blinds him, followed by a loud sound of something popping too close to his face.

"Happy birthday ••••••!"

Wriothesley's stomach churns. That was the name he had long abandoned. Those were the voices he hadn't heard in years.

Voices he shouldn't be hearing anymore.

Blinking to adjust to the newly lit room, a kitchen foreign and yet so familiar, he settles his stare at the two people he shouldn't be seeing anymore.

"...Is something wrong ••••••?"

"Are you feeling alright, son?"

Son... I'm nobody's son.

The hand reached out to him is slapped away harshly, causing the woman to gasp in shock.

"••••••! How could you do this to your--!"

"SHUT UP! NOT ANOTHER WORD!!"

His voice booms over theirs, filled with hatred. Strangely, it sounded... different. Younger.

He looks to the side and saw a reflection of himself in a mirror: a boy staring back at him, his chest heaving, eyes blown wide with fear and a bloodied knife on his hand.

His attention snaps back to the scene before him, the cake with candles and birthday decorations are a stark contrast to the two dead bodies on the floor.

It's too much, too real, too vivid.

The smell, the scene, the hatred, the fear.

It's suffocating.

"...io! ...rling ..ak ...up!"

Someone please make it stop!

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"Wriothesley!"

Blue eyes shoot open, hand grabbing tightly whatever it was reaching for his face in reflex.

"It's okay, Wrio, it's me. I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe now."

The gentle voice manages to ground him, his eyes meeting your concerned expression. His grip relaxes, bringing your hand to cup his cheek to place a kiss inside your palm, an apology.

"...Sorry, did I wake you up, sweetheart?"

"It's fine, I had to go to the bathroom earlier, so I was already up." You observe the way your lover's chest move up and down quickly and the way the hand cupping yours is slightly clammy. "Bad dream?"

"...Yeah." Wriothesley closes his eyes, allowing a beat of silence to hang in the air, before elaborating. "Sigewinne scolded me for drinking too much tea, saying it wasn't healthy, and declared I should only drink her milkshakes for now on. Terrifying, right?"

That is an obvious lie, he knows. Totally unbefitting of someone in his position as the Duke, who is always five steps ahead of anyone. He knows. And he knows that you know he's lying through his teeth.

"Terrifying indeed..." You pull your hand away from his grasp to gently hold it instead, thumb caressing his knuckles. "But it's okay now, I'm here."

But, with you, he isn't the all knowing Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, Lord Incognito of the murky depths or whatever fancy title people give him. He is Wriothesley, a human like any other, who is plagued by nightmares from time to time. And who is blessed to have such a kind lover by his side, that chooses to play along with his weak excuse instead of pressing for answers.

"Say..." Your tone of voice makes him open his eyes again, curious to know what's on your mind. "I suddenly feel like having a cup of tea right now... Would you like to join me?"

"Drinking tea at..." Wriothesley stops, propping himself up with his elbows to glance at the clock on the bedside table. "2 in the morning doesn't sound very healthy, don't you think? The Head Nurse would surely scold us."

"Then we need to keep this a secret from her." You shrug, your smile bright even in the darkness of the bedroom. "Well?"

He doesn't even need to answer out loud, already getting up from the bed and pulling you along towards the kitchen.

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"Sweetheart, do we still have that jam you bought the other day?"

"I guess so. It should be in the fridge."

As your beloved always says, tea is best served with something sweet on the side, even if it's very late at night. Surely Sigewinne won't mind, right? ...Not that she'll find out about it.

Wriothesley opens the fridge, hoping to find that delicious jam imported from Sumeru you got recently, only for his eyes to fall onto a cake.

Happy birthday Wriothesley!

Happy birthday ••••••!

The names begin to mix in his vision as he stares at the writing on the cake, those cursed voices from his nightmare coming back to ring inside his ears.

"Did you find it, love?" You ask while you finish pouring the hot water inside the matching mugs (one of a wolf and the other of a bunny) and letting the teabags to brew for a little bit. "Wrio?"

Hearing no response coming from the man, you turn around to find him just standing in front of the fridge as if hypnotized by something, gripping its handle a bit too tightly.

"...Wrio, are you okay?" You carefully place your hand on his arm and you watch as his unfocused eyes return to normal, blinking a few times before glancing at you. "What's wrong?"

"Ah, sorry, I got distracted by this." He points to something, opening the door more so you can see it, and Wriothesley has to cover his mouth to stop a chuckle at how big your eyes become at the sight of the cake.

"Shit, I forgot to cover it?!" He feels slightly bad watching the way you deflate. "It was supposed to be a surprise for later..."

"Hey, it's okay, I still got surprised. I had completely forgotten today was my birthday."

Listen, he swears he said that hoping it would cheer you up a little, that the surprise you had prepared wasn't ruined like you thought. But, seeing you frown further, now directed at him, he starts to think that wasn't a good idea.

Your lover opens his mouth, ready to apologize again, but you beat him to it.

"Since the cat's out of the bag now, I might as well roll with it..." Your expression changes from upset to determined and Wriothesley always marvels at how you can bounce back into action. "I have a few things I wish to tell you. Will you listen to me, Wrio?"

You could ask for the stars in the sky and he would ask how many of them you would want. Listening to you talk is something he'll gladly do forever, if it's up to him.

He sits on one of the kitchen stools, pulling you to stand between his legs and patiently waits for you to begin, his thumbs rubbing your knuckles and offering you a relaxed smile.

With a deep breath, you squeeze his hands to signal you are ready and start speaking the words coming from the depths of your heart.

"...You always says that the less people see of you, the happier their lives are. While I get where you're coming from, that has never worked for me."

"Ever since we first met, I've had this feeling of wanting to see you again. Again, while I understand the air of intimidation helps with being the warden and all that, you don't match the description of a dangerous man people have when talking about the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide... Especially when I catch your gloves and back filled with Melusine stickers~"

That last part makes Wriothesley huff, which, in turn, makes you laugh.

"The more time I spent with you, the more I got to know about the man behind the title of Duke... The more greedy I'd become. I'd wonder when I would have the next opportunity to visit you, to have tea with you, to watch you fight at the Pankration... Until I started to wish to be by your side as more than a friend."

"And when you started to open up to me, allowing me to treat your wounds, telling me about your worries and even about your past, that wish of mine only grew."

"...I know life has been cruel to you, ever since you were little. You went through things no one, much less a child, should experience..."

You pause, feeling a familiar pressure behind your eyes and a lump in your throat. You take another deep breath, your hands moving to your beloved's cheeks.

"But I want you to know that I am so, so glad you were born into this world. I'm so blessed to be by your side."

Wriothesley's breath hitches, his heart beating a bit too hard for comfort and his hands shake a little. In a way, it's the same reaction he had during his nightmare, but the feeling this time is far, very far from being fear.

It's love.

A love so deep and strong for you it's nearly painful. The kind of pain he wishes to feel for the rest of his life.

"...I want to make my wish now. Can we light up a candle on the cake, sweetheart?"

"...Huh?" You blink once, twice, three times... "You want... to make a wish? Now?!"

"What? You're not going to deny the birthday boy, are you?"

It's your turn to huff now. You could never deny him, not when he always does so much for you.

You place the cake on the table before him and observe with great interest as the flame of the candle lighting Wriothesley's handsome face, eyes closed in concentration before blowing out the small flame. He then opens his eyes to look at you.

"Want to know that I wished for?"

Truth to be told, you do. You'd love to know what could it be that he desires so much that he couldn't wait until later. Despite that, you shake your head.

"No, it's fine. It won't become true if you say it out loud."

By the Seven, you look so adorable, saying that so seriously despite it being just a superstition. He can't help but tease you lovingly.

"But I didn't wish for anything."

Silence. Only you blinking owlishly at your lover.

"Then why did you even want to light a candle for?!"

"Ouch, hey now! You shouldn't hit the birthday boy!" The man has the audacity to laugh, easily holding your fists in place to stop you from hitting him. "I didn't wish for anything, but I wanted to say thanks to someone."

"Thanks? To whom?"

"...To whatever deity that took pity on me and was benevolent enough to grace me with their most perfect angel."

Your cheeks flush in no time, his eyes full of adoration making you feel bashful.

"Oh, stop it. I'm no angel!"

"Hmm, yeah. On second thought, you're right." He grins and pulls you into his embrace. "You're probably a deity then, rather than an angel."

"Wrio!"

"What? Shocked that I've uncovered your secret?" He chuckles at you rolling your eyes, not missing the way you bite your lips to stop a smile.

"Seriously speaking now, I do consider you as someone incredibly special. Thanks to you, I've achieved things I could never have done by myself, like being able to trust other people."

"...Even though the past can't be changed, I can now say I have a happy present. And I dare say that I'll have a happy future as well, with you by my side."

He dries the lone tear that escapes from your pretty eyes, chest bursting with deep love for you and hopes the kisses he places on your lips can convey his true feelings, when any and all words that he knows fail to do it.

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His birthday was something Wriothesley had long since stopped caring about.

His previous birthday is related to a time of his life he'd rather leave behind and never look back at It, while his current birthday is the day he was convicted for his crime.

Suffice to say that none of those dates have a positive memory behind them.

Now, however, as the two of you return to bed after having tea, biscuits with jam and many kisses in between, Wriothesley believes this year's November 23rd is the first one he actually wants to celebrate.

To celebrate the first time he actually feels thankful for his birth.

#blue.writes: genshin impact #blue.writes: angst #blue.writes: fluff #blue.writes: wriothesley #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader

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astyrial · 2 months

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the stars shine brightest spencer reid x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: spencer helps you after getting kidnapped word count: 770 warnings: cuts/blood masterlist | requests are open

a solar blanket lays atop your shoulders, stars illuminating the sky. a pair of slippers are the only thing between your feet and the wet concrete street. you sit in the back of an ambulance, staring out at the sky above, one you questioned if you'd ever see it again. the ambulance's lights blare wildly; red and blue colors dancing around the street. your elbows rest against your knees, lungs taking in deep breaths.

every breath sends a rush of pain through your torso, a shallow cut just above the rib cage. another cut above your eyebrow leaves encrusted blood running down your face. the situation doesn't stop you from admiring the stars, though. from the trees slowly swaying to the clouds parting just enough so you can see the beautiful full moon. the only other lights in the secluded forest can't even begin to compare to the natural lighting above.

you close your eyes for a second, a dull headache encapsulating your forehead. as you sit there, you come to a sense of peace, despite knowing that today could've been your last. the lights in the mineshaft below the road still remaining in the forefront of your memory. the way a couple hanging glow sticks swung with the draft, barely giving you enough light to see your-

"y/n? i just got a chance to step away, are you okay?"

eyes slightly dull, you look up the familiar voice. spencer has a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed as he finally meets your eyes. his gaze instantly softening when you notice the sour look crossing your face. "do you want me to sit with you?"

"yeah, that'd be great," the coarseness of your voice only letting you speak those words.

spencer sits down next to you, hands resting on his knees. you can tell a part of him wants to reach out to you, wrap his arm around you. however, he can tell by the way your body stays huddled together that maybe that isn't what you need right now. maybe you just need him by you, to just listen to someone talk.

he sits for a second, unsure of what to say. sure he's talked to unsub victims before, hell he's been an unsub victim multiple times. watching you, though, makes him unsure of how he ever consoled someone. especially because he imagines himself knowing you so well. to know the way you laugh, how you cry, how you treat others. he knows the smile on your face like it's the back of his hand.

but in a situation like this? he's vulnerable to hurting you in ways he could never consider. with a simple word he could send you crying, because of him. "we were all worried about you, i- well, i was worried about you mostly," spencer looks over at you, watching as you continue to stare up at the stars.

you watch as the stars glisten, only turning your head to look at him when you hear how he felt. despite none of it being your fault, a twinge of guilt stings your wounds. to hear the worry in his voice as if he's experiencing it all over again sends a twitching frown to your lips, "i'm.. sorry."

"you shouldn't be apologizing, y/n, it was never your fault," spencer's hand raises a little, moving towards you like he wants to cup your face between his hands, stare deeply into your eyes and tell you everything will alright.

"y/n, none of this could ever be your fault," he brings his hands back down to his lap, playing with his thumbs.

you bite your lip, turning to look back at the illuminating night sky. "can we... just sit here?" you question, your breathing just barely sending a pain through your right side.

spencer nods, joining you in gazing up at the sky, the tenseness in his forehead slowly soothing itself out. it's beautiful, he knows, but there's a way your eyes shine like they never have as you stare out at the stars. like they're the most precious thing you've ever seen. if he could feel the pain you felt in only seeing those luminescent lights and wondering if they would be the last lights you would ever see, maybe he'd understand.

but for now, he lets you lean on him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. truthfully, it's all he knows what to do in this situation. maybe that's just enough for one evening, just to have someone who you could lean on.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid hurt/comfort #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds

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peculiarpatches · 7 months

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𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 - 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗦

(Set up in the New Moon timeline.)

Bella Swan x F! Reader. Basically a short and sweet smut between Bella and the reader.

Warnings:

Slight angst. Squirting. Oral. Strap-On. I think that's it...?? Let me know if I missed anything. My apologizes also if this isn't the best! It's Twilight season though, baby~ and I wanted to write something!!

Bella had been standing in the pouring rain for what felt like forever, the tears pouring down her face blending in with the raindrops from the sky.

She had no idea what had brought her here, to (Y/N)'s doorstep on a night like this, but here she was nonetheless. She shivered from the cold as she stood there, her clothes damp and her hair dripping.

(Y/N) had been in the middle of dinner when she heard the knock on the door. With her eyebrows furrowed together and curiosity getting the better of her, she turns the oven off as she made her way to the front door as the knocking continued. 'If it's those little brats down the road again, attempting to play ding-dong-ditch so help me God,' she thought as she unlocked the door and pulled it aside. However, instead of seeing a group of kids running off into the distance and going back to their homes, she saw her best friend standing in the doorway. "Bella, what are you doing here?" (Y/N) asked, feeling her heart break at the sight of her best friend.

The girl sniffled, wiping away the tears that had started to form again. She tried to pretend that the other person wasn't there, that she wasn't standing on her best friend's doorstep at this hour of the night.

"I don't know," she confessed. She was so embarrassed to be here, so embarrassed that she had come here in this state of mind. There was part of her that wanted to turn on her heels and to leave, not wanting to bother (Y/N). Especially considering how she treated her best friend.

(Y/N) stepped forward, taking Bella's hand with her own. She could feel the coldness of her fingers and the trembling of her body as she stood there. She gently pulled her inside, away from the rain and the cold, and closed the door behind them.

"Come on," (Y/N) said softly, leading her towards the living room. Bella followed (Y/N) obediently, her body still shaking from the chill of the night air and due to the harshness of the rain that had clung to her skin.

Once they were in the living room, (Y/N) sat Bella down on the couch and grabbed a blanket from the armchair, draping it over her shoulders. Bella quietly murmured a soft 'thank you' as she wrapped herself in the blanket.

(Y/N) sat down next to her, not wanting to break the silence that had settled between them. Bella wanted her to talk, to tell (Y/N) what had caused her to show up on her doorstep in tears.

Finally, Bella broke the silence. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) just looked at her, waiting for her to continue. Truth be told, she hadn't any idea how to answer or how to reply.

After all, Bella and (Y/N) weren't on talking terms for a few months so for Bella to show up unexpectedly, well... it was quite awkward to say the least. So, (Y/N) remained quiet, not daring to speak.

"It's just... Edward," Bella said, her voice trembling with emotion. (Y/N) almost rolled her eyes at the mention of that name that slipped past Bella's lips.

It took a lot of strength for her not to but luckily, somehow, she managed to not show disgust as she waited for Bella to continue. She gave a heavy sigh before continuing. "He... he broke up with me and I miss him. And I know, (Y/N). I know exactly what you're going to say. I know I shouldn't miss him and I also know that I shouldn't be here, especially since I pushed you aside when I got with him but... I had nowhere else to go. I don't have anybody else.

"There's Charlie but... he's too busy with work and I'd hate for him to see me like this, especially since he never did quite like Edward to begin with. I don't want to hear the whole 'I told you so' speech." She sighed again as she ran a hand through her hair, fingers trembling as she pushed the chestnut strand pieces out and away from her face.

She finally made eye contact with (Y/N) then, her eyes full of nothing but sadness and despair. Bella's voice broke as she said, "Please, forgive me, (Y/N). I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or push you aside. I just... I got so caught up on being loved and being in-love, I didn't think too much of anything else other than him. He was my world and I... I thought I was his too but apparently, I was wrong."

(Y/N) nodded, understanding what she was saying. She had seen how devoted Bella had been to Edward. Everyone could. Their relationship... to say the least, honestly wasn't the healthiest.

She didn't want to tell Bella - for obvious reasons - that she was glad he was out of the picture but... well, she was glad he was out of the picture. And if (Y/N) knew Charlie, she knew that Bella's dad was also happy with him being out of the frame as well. Yet, she still didn't know what to say - because for obvious reasons she wasn't going to say 'good, I'm glad he's gone - so she just didn't say anything.

Suddenly, Bella grabbed (Y/N)'s hand in hers. Her body was shaking, and her tears had started flowing again. She held (Y/N)'s hand tightly, as if she were afraid that she would disappear if she let go.

"I'm so scared," she whispered. "I'm so scared of being alone again. And again, I know you shouldn't accept my apology but please... please, (Y/N). Don't leave me... I can't... I don't want to be alone." Bella confessed, her voice cracking ever so slightly.

(Y/N) looked into her eyes, seeing all the fear and pain that was hidden there. She had no idea what to do, but she knew that she had to do something. She leaned in and gently placed a kiss on her forehead. Finally, she said something. "Bella, hey. Listen. It's okay. Well... it's okay to not be okay, anyway. I'm here. I won't go anywhere. Best friends forever, right? We promised that years ago and I don't tend to break that promise. You're stuck with me." (Y/N) said in a teasing manner as she tucked a piece of hair back behind Bella's ear. Bella sniffled as she nodded. (Y/N) rocked her gently, whispering words of comfort in her ear as Bella clasped onto her friend for dear life, fingernails digging into the fabric of her shirt.

When the tears had finally stopped flowing, Bella looked into (Y/N)'s eyes. Before Bella could realize what it is that she was doing, she found herself leaning in.

Eventually, her lips met (Y/N)'s and almost instantly, as soon as their lips touched, they both felt the electricity that ran between them. The kiss was gentle but passionate, and they both knew that they had crossed a line that they shouldn't have crossed. "Are you sure this is what you want?" (Y/N) asked as she broke away from the kiss, looking at Bella for confirmation. "I mean.. I'm no Edward by any means," She said. Bella nodded as her fingers ran up alongside (Y/N)'s jawline. "I'm sure. And no, you aren't him. You are better.. and... and I'm so deeply sorry I never realized that before, (Y/N)."

"Please," Bella begged. "Please, (Y/N). I need you. Show me what love is actually like..... Please?"

The plea melted (Y/N), and with a gentle yet firm grip, she ran her hands around Bella's body, caressing her soft curves, and nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck.

The warmth of her skin mixed with her delicate scent, sent a wave of pleasure through (Y/N)'s veins as she kissed her hungrily once again, biting Bella's bottom lip and sliding her tongue into the warmth of Bella's mouth, softly groaning at the taste of her tongue against her own.

Bella gasped as (Y/N)'s hands explored her body, her own hands exploring (Y/N)'s just as eagerly.

She felt an unfamiliar ache in her chest as (Y/N)'s lips moved against hers, and she felt herself slipping further into a blissful trance.

She clung to (Y/N) as they kissed, their hands exploring each other with a desperate longing, seeking something that neither of them could quite put into words.

As their lips parted, Bella looked into (Y/N)'s eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips. She could feel the heat radiating from (Y/N)'s body, and the electricity that seemed to pass between them was almost too much too bear.

She wanted to stay in this moment forever, to never let go of the feelings that (Y/N) evoked in her.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. (Y/N) smiled, her eyes filled with emotion, as she cupped Bella's face with her hands. "I'm sorry for... for not realizing it until now. It's always been you. I'm unsure as to why I didn't notice before but... I love you, (Y/N). I do."

"I love you too," (Y/N) said. "I've always loved you, Bella. I'm glad the feeling is mutual," She teased before she captured Bella's lips again with her own.

As (Y/N) slid her hands underneath Bella's shirt, her body arched into (Y/N) as if it had been craving the touch all along.

(Y/N)'s gentle kisses and caresses slowly melted away all the barriers that Bella had built around her heart, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

Bella wanted to cry out in pleasure as (Y/N) explored her body, her fingers stroking her skin in such a way that made her want to scream. She felt like she was floating, her body overcome with sensations that were both new and familiar.

She felt (Y/N)'s hands move down her stomach, and she gasped as (Y/N)'s fingers teased her every curve.

Bella moaned into (Y/N)'s mouth, her body shaking with pleasure as (Y/N) continued to explore her. She felt like her heart was going to burst with love and desire, and she clung to (Y/N) as if her life depended on it.

(Y/N)'s hands never stopped moving, her touch was light yet firm, and she showed Bella a pleasure that she had never experienced before. She was lost to (Y/N), and as they kissed, she felt as if nothing else existed in the world.

The kiss went on, and soon their bodies were pressed tightly together, their hands exploring each other hungrily. Bella felt as if she could stay in (Y/N)'s arms forever, and never grow tired of it. (Y/N)'s lips explored her face, her tongue teasing her neck with soft wet kisses.

As their kiss came to an end, Bella felt as if she had been reborn, her skin tingling with pleasure and her heart racing from the intensity of their embrace. (Y/N) looked into her eyes and smiled, and as they pulled away Bella felt as if she was in a dream.

"I never want this moment to end," Bella said, her voice barely above a whisper. (Y/N) smiled and kissed her forehead, pure seduction seeping through her words as she uttered; "It doesn't have to," (Y/N) said with a smirk. "We're just getting started, babe." She hummed as she moved down to Bella's legs. She pulled both her panties and skirt down and threw them onto the floor as her fingers made their way up to her cunt. Bella's breath caught in her throat as (Y/N) tenderly spread her legs apart. The moon illuminated their bodies, casting a sensual glow over their entwined figures.

(Y/N) leaned in then and began to trace delicate kisses up Bella's inner thigh, each one sending a shiver of anticipation through Bella's body. As (Y/N) reached Bella's center, she placed a gentle kiss on her clit, causing her to gasp and arch her back. (Y/N) looked up at Bella, her eyes full of hunger and desire.

"Do you want me to keep going?" she asked, the smoldering heat in her voice sending sparks of lust shooting through Bella's veins. Bella could only nod in response, barely able to contain the wanton moan that threatened to spill from her lips. (Y/N) continued kissing and licking, alternating between soft touches and more intense flicks of her tongue that had Bella writhing with ecstasy. A few minutes passed before (Y/N) switched up the tempo ― increasing the speed at which she licked Bella's clit and adding in a digit to rub against Bella's inner walls. She added another finger, letting out a moan as she pumped them in and out. Bella gasped, her chest heaving as she raised herself up to meet (Y/N)'s hand. Her body was filling with fire; she needed more, more of (Y/N), more of this feeling ― more of everything. Suddenly, Bella felt her arousal burst forth, filling her with an electric jolt so strong that she was left breathless as her orgasm flowed through her like a raging river. She collapsed back onto the couch, sated and spent from the powerful orgasm that had just over taken her body. "Let's go to your bedroom," Bella said, her voice low and husky. (Y/N) smiled mischievously and helped Bella up from the couch before leading her into the hallway of (Y/N)'s house with an eager stride. They reached (Y/N)'s room quickly, both stepping inside cautiously as if they weren't sure what was about to happen next but were excited for whatever it may be all at once; twisting their bodies around so that when they came together, their faces were lined against each other in a fiery alignment meant solely for them two only ― yet full of promise nonetheless. Bella could feel herself trembling slightly ― every cell seeming filled with anticipation as she waited eagerly on whatever would come next... Once inside, it didn't take long for them to become lost in each other again; kissing hungrily with their bodies pressed together so tightly that it almost felt like one form instead of two separate entities.

But when (Y/N) moved away from Bella slightly, disappointment crashed over like a tidal wave only for it be replaced by surprise and excitement shortly after as the girl had pulled out a strap on from beneath her bed. Firmly but tenderly, (Y/N) positioned herself atop of Bella's body - straddling between Bella's thighs, she slowly placed the toy inside of her; forcing it in hard and evenly until both women heard the distinct sound of something entering another with a muffled pop. And with that, Bella's eyes began to roll back in pleasure ― her moans coming out soft and sweet mixed with the occasional gasp as (Y/N) moved faster, thrusting the dildo deeper into her, stretching her out and open, hitting that special spot of hers, one that she was never able to reach with her own toy neither her fingers.

With each thrust, a jolt of pleasure rushed through Bella's body like electricity. She moaned and dug her fingernails into (Y/N)'s back, feeling as if she were about to burst with ecstasy.

"I love you," she said breathlessly, her legs squeezing around the girl in intensity.

She tightened her legs around (Y/N)'s waist and repeated herself with conviction. For the first time, Bella could feel the immense love that she had for (Y/N), radiating from within her and coursing through her veins. She felt complete at that moment; (Y/N) was everything that she needed.

It made Bella's heart break, however, that she hadn't noticed before or realized just how much her best friend meant to her and how truly and maddening she was in love with her but... from now on, she was going to make sure to show (Y/N) how much she was loved and appreciated. Bella was going to make sure of that.

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up with love and admiration as she looked at Bella. She took a step forward and bent down, gently pressing her lips to Bella’s in a passionate kiss.

After the kiss ended (Y/N) smiled, tracing her finger along Bella's jawline. “I love you too, beautiful," (Y/N) said softly.

"It's okay, by the way. You don't need my permission to come."

Bella's body quivered as the words left (Y/N)'s lips and a warm sensation began to spread throughout her. As pleasure built up, it soon became unbearable and before she knew it, her orgasm was crashing over her like a wave and she couldn't help but release... and come undone and all over (Y/N). “Bella... did you just squirt?”

Bella's eyes widened and her breath hitched. She gulped, feeling embarrassed as the words left her mouth in a whisper. “I… I think? I'm not sure. Is that... was I not supposed to? Is that bad?”

(Y/N) shook her head gently, her eyes never leaving Bella's. “No, no. Oh, fuck no. That's, well, that's really fucking hot. And I'm glad to be the one to have made you do that."

"So.. can we do it again then?" Bella asked, sheepishly yet hopeful.

"Darling, I wish to make you feel this way all the time. I am yours, and you are mine, okay? Yes, we can do it again, babe. We can do it again and again, over and over." (Y/N) laughed before pressing her lips onto Bella's forehead, breathing in her scent and as she pulled back, she smiles and sighs happily. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Bella grinned.

#again i have no idea how to end stories #:)#bella swan x y/n #bella swan x reader #bella swan x femreader #bella swan x you #twilight fanfic #twilight fanfiction #bella swan smut #twilight smut #cierra's stories #written by cierra #twilight #bella swan

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pastafairyy · 1 month

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I Eat Boys: #2

part 1

summary: Much to your dismay, you find yourself at a house party, encountering the curly haired boy from the record store...

note: thx for liking the first one, sorry it was so disorganized, this one's far better !!! reblogs r appreciated + enjoy ofc <3 !!!

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You had not thought about that curly haired boy from the record store since it happened, which was only a day ago, but you hadn't thought about it nonetheless. Except when you find yourself remembering how cool his shirt was or thinking about what his hands looked like grabbing the cassette. But you didn't think about it. Just occasionally got pissed off by the fact that he had one of those faces that would just never leave your head.

Robin Buckley and you had been attached at the hip since you met in art class last year. Robin had told you at lunch about a party she was going to, asking if you wanted to go, saying "C'mon, you never go anywhere. Let go of your societal hatred for once and let loose a little!" to which you had replied, "Really? It's just a bunch of shithead jocks drinking beer to the tune of shitty music" Robin gave you a look. One that you recognized, "...You want to go so you can talk to Vickie don't you?" She shrugged at you and once again gave you a look, "Just remember that you love me" She said, grabbing your shoulders, and then rushing to the lunch line.

While Robin was off getting her daily dose of shitty cafeteria food and chocolate milk, you were reading. And peacefully so until she returned, slamming her lunch tray down on the table unnecessarily hard. "So, will you go with me?" She said, looking at you sort of eagerly. You sigh and reply reluctantly, "Ugh, ok fine. But next time you're on your own. I refuse to be a pawn in your game, Buckley" She nods happily, taking a gulp of chocolate milk.

Soon the time had come for you to entertain robins lady crush, and you still didn't want to go. However, you figured that helping robin was more important than your distaste for socialization. the metal of the dragonfly pendant you were wearing was cool against your skin as you pulled your shoes on. Soon enough, robin honked her car horn and you hopped up off the couch and walked out the door.

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As you got to the house, the shitty pop music spilled out into the streets and nearly half the school grouped inside like sardines. Robin pulled you through the crowd, and into the kitchen, where Vickie was standing and talking to some band kids. She promptly bid you adieu to go talk to Vickie, leaving you to fend for yourself. You moved to the other end of the kitchen, drinking a coke and searching around for anyone you could possibly know, trying not to breathe in the cigarette smoke. Clearly someone with status had just entered, considering the entire group at the front had parted down the middle. And, oh, there's that blonde dickhead again.

You decided you would move to the backyard so as to not get into anything, no matter how appealing making him cry sounded. But before you could make it through the hallway, one of Carvers goons cornered you into a wall. You rolled your eyes as you scowled at the basketball player. You didn't know his name, and you didn't care. You just wanted him out of your face. The stench of entitlement coming off of him like cologne.

"If it isn't the notorious man-eater. You really shouldn't be here, freak, " He said, inching towards you. "Oh, trust me. There are so many places I would rather be, " you said, patting him on the shoulder and continuing on your route. He quickly stopped you, cornering you again, his arms on either side of you. You pushed him off of you quickly, his back hitting the wall as you walked off.

You pushed your way through the tightly packed room, but not before you walked into someone. Hard. You looked up at the guy you had just hit, a scowl painting your face. Not recognizing him, you say sternly, "Look, if this is another drunk idiots attempt to have me, I would sooner kill myself than ever sleep with you" The guy looked at you for a moment, a confused expression appearing. "Not very keen, are we?" he said, his hands in his pockets as he looked at you. You squeezed your temple, a headache growing from your previous collision. You felt light-headed. "Hey, are you ok?" he said, putting a hand on your arm. "Yeah-Yeah, I'm ok." You said, pulling your arm away from his. "You sure?" he said "I think you need some fresh air, you look sick or something, c'mon" He grabbed your arm again you tried to wriggle your way out of it but you were too dizzy to have any strength.

He walked you out to the front yard and up the hill to a pair of swings. "I don't need your help. I'm ok." You said, almost falling off the swing you sat on. "yeeah I- woah.." He said, catching you and sitting you back up straight. There was a beat of silence before either of you spoke.

"Why are you doing this?" You say, looking over at him, a look of annoyance on your face. "I was not about to let you fall over in a room full of assholes who don't care if you live or die. They might've stepped on you if I hadn't brought you out. " He gives you a sarcastic smile, or - at least what you thought was a sarcastic smile. All that secondhand smoke was really getting to you, you thought.

"I doubt you care if I live or die," you say, squeezing your temple from the headache again. "Sure, I do," He said, another what you think is a sarcastic smile painting his face as he holds the swing steady from behind. "I still don't want your help," you say, turning your head to look at him. He catches you from falling again before saying, "Well, you're getting it." You sigh in annoyance, looking at him again. You noticed something familiar in his face. You think for a moment. His hair. He's record store boy. "You're the guy from the record store." You say, rubbing your head thinking it may help the ache go away. "I'm still jealous of your shirt, by the way," you added, still looking at him. His eyes had kind of a sparkle to them all of a sudden, you noticed as he looked back at you. "Is that so?" he said, helping you up. You take a deep breath, silence washing over the both of you before he says, "Eddie. That-Thats my name, by the way."

You perk up a little, and give him a small smile before telling him yours. His eyes light up at hearing your name, replaying it in his head a couple of times. "I will say, i'm kind of impressed that you scared Carver away so easily," he says, holding you steady still. "Well, he's gullible. And he thinks my outright feminism means I kill people, so that helps." You reply. He laughed at your reply. Eddie looked nice, you thought. Too nice. The secondhand smoke was really getting to you, you think to yourself, again. Usually, you looked at guys like him and would rather die than kiss them. But right now, you found yourself contradicting that opinion. Your eyes flicked to his lips for a split second, and his eyes went sort of big, noticing the action.

"Hey, do you have a ride home? You should probably go get some rest, " He said, looking stressed or maybe nervous, you couldn't tell. You think for a moment, gathering your thoughts, "My friend Robin is here somewhere." You say, remembering she was here and talking Vickies ear off probably. "I can just walk home and call her later," you add, pulling yourself up, but soon the dizziness came rushing back. He looks at you, running a hand through his wild hair, and looking at you like you just said the dumbest shit ever. "What?" You say, your brows furrowing. "You are not walking home." You raise an eyebrow this time, "yes I am." The look stays on his face, "no you aren't. not at night. c'mon" he says to you, helping you up from the swing and softly taking an arm to walk you to his car, "I have free will, you know," you say as you walk with your arm in his hand, "nothings stopping me from running away right now" He raises both eyebrows, "that's true. but it doesn't really seem like you want to run, so," he says, giving you another possibly sarcastic smile. "I hate that you're right" You reply, scoffing.

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The drive was silent, with the exception of sabbath playing faintly in the background. As he was turning onto your street, you looked over at him, propping your head up with your hand, "I did not need your help, but I guess I appreciate you helping me." You say, leaning over to give him a pat on the shoulder. You go to pat his shoulder, and pause, a beat of silence washing over. Your eyes flicked back and forth from his lips, but quickly you blink and seemingly snap back into reality.

You get out of his car, and stand outside the door for a moment before leaving, "have a good night" He says, swallowing hard. You gave him an awkward smile, stupidly mad he didn't catch the hint and kiss you as you walked to your front door.

He was most definitely going to ruin your life. In a good way. You had a feeling.

#eddie munson × reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson headcanon #stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #10 things i hate about you #stranger things fic #steve stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fanfic #frye writes #eddie munson x y/n #dad!eddie x mom!reader #mom!reader x dad!eddie

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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can u do a piece where suguru and reader broke up and suguru chase reader everywhere and then (u can do whatever u want with this!)

Crazy plan (slight yandere Geto x reader)

"This isn't okay!" You screamed as you watched as your dark, long hair billowed in the wind as it stood in front of him.

"It's not okay that you want to break up with me for no reason!" He told you with an angry face.

"You said you don't know if it makes sense for us to be together, Suguru. I answer you. It made sense so far. Now... Why do you hate non-sorcerers now?" you asked, calming your emotions for a moment. To at least try to talk to him.

You loved him. And you couldn't stop. You will still love him. But until he realizes that his thinking doesn't make sense, you two need to break up. For your safety. Physical and mental.

You don't know what he can do when he's like this.

If he hates people who aren't sorcerers, how can you help him?

He needs to understand his mistake.

No matter what he does, it won't change. No point in trying, because people never change.

You must continue to argue with him, even if your heart aches when you have to say those few words again:

"Suguru, we have to break off...." you said.

And when he stepped forward and tried to grab you with his hand, you pulled back. Even if you wanted so badly to feel his comforting touch right now.

Your heart was already apologizing to him.

Your hands wanted to grab him to hug him.

You wanted to tie up that messy hair that was cascading down his back and fix it. To make him look neat and well-groomed again.

However, first you had to take care of yours and his psyche.

Maybe he loves you enough to stop thinking about murder. About hating people.

It's as hard for you as it is for Him.

you love him. So. You want to be next to Him forever. But you can't help the fact that what he's thinking right now is crazy.

This is sick...

Your real Suguru would never do such a thing.

Your Suguru has always cared so much for you. He took care of everything around him.

And now...

He wanted to protect you. Saying you two shouldn't be together right now. He wanted to protect you from the fact that he might hurt you.

However, he couldn't live with the thought that you wouldn't be next to him.

You can't be with someone else.

You can't be alone. You think to be only with him.

You've been his girlfriend for almost a year. And you will still be. You will be his girlfriend until the end of the world.

You can be his wife if you agree.

To the end of the world.

And if you don't, he still loved you more. He will always be with you anyway. And only with you.

"Suguru, I'm sorry." You said and turned around. Walking a few meters away.

His heart started beating faster and faster.

His world stopped.

All he saw was your back as you walked forward.

He felt cold.

He always expected to lose, but he could never lose you.

You decided you had to break up. He knew it was hard for you.

He never wanted it. Because knowing that you two are going to break up is even more painful for him than the worst wound he could possibly have. More painful than death.

He saw you walking slowly forward.

He always tried to stay calm. However, now...

His eyes went wild.

Just knowing that he might lose you is too much for him. Far too much.

His eyes started to sting. Like he's about to cry.

What's he got to live for if it's not you?

His desires are not more important than yours. You are more important to him.

Whatever he can do only when you are next to him.

He won't give up what he wants.

And he wants you.

Therefore, you will be with him.

No matter what. You are everything to him. You are his loss and love.

All at once. There was always something special between you two.

He knew you didn't want to leave him. He knew it well. And he would never forget it.

He would never be able to think that you are his enemy. Because you are his love.

He moved his hand towards you.

Like he wants to catch you. stop you.

You turned around for a moment to look at him out of the corner of your eye.

Seeing his desperation and sadness, single tears started to flow from your eyes. You tried to grab his hand but it was too late.

You slowly cut the bond between you with the scissors.

And he and you felt the pain as it was cut further and further.

Until finally his pain turned into something like desire.

He wanted a better world. And a better world can only be if you are with it.

His eyes became sharp, dark.

Although there was still sadness on his face, there was also regret for what he was about to do.

"(y/n), please stop..." he called to you. Calm and sad. Almost silent.

However, you heard his words right. As if he was right behind you. Even if you were meters apart. Like he's talking right into your ear.

"Stop." He said more firmly.

Na The sound of his voice made you cry even more. You wanted to apologize to him, tell him you loved him. However, you couldn't. You had to wait for him to calm down. Until he doesn't want to change the world on his own.

It was the craziest plan you could have had.

Because you left the man you loved so much.

You had a crazy plan to leave him because he had a crazy plan. It couldn't have happened. It couldn't work.

A painful, crazy plan.

Suddenly you heard a chuckle and a black wall appeared in front of you.

"Baby... I know you love me... And you can't just leave it like that. I didn't agree to this..." he said calmly. "Turn to me. Show me your face."

You felt something wrap around your leg, then the other leg. Then hands.

You were immediately turned to him.

At that moment he was standing in front of you.

His face came very close to yours. His lips brushed yours softly.

Strands of his black bangs brushed against your cheeks.

He's bound you with a curse, and he won't let you go.

That's not his style. He would never do that to you.

Unless something happened that he never wanted.

"You can't leave me. You must always be with me. I love you, and I know you love me."

His fingers cupped both sides of your cheeks.

He squeezed your skin gently, smiling at your lovely face.

"We will continue to live together. And I will change the world for you. You are everything to me."

#jjk x you #geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto satoru #geto suguru angst #suguru geto #Yandere Geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujustu kaisen

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sakivonobsidian · 3 months

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Gilbert von Obsidian If you served your master ～Beast and Maid～ voiced story

☆ I don't usually translate so there will be probably lots of mistakes, sorry in advance ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

☆ There might be some spoilers...not of his route per se, but more about how Gilbert acts so if you're waiting for his route release maybe it's better to avoid reading for now.

☆ + 18 story

☆ Characters, story and everything belongs to Cybird. If you play in JP server I encourage you to purchase the story, it's really worth it!!!! ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

Enjoy!

There is one person who mustn't be defied in the country of Obsidian, where military and ore reign.

The calamity of the world, the trampling beast—only he possesses those evil titles, without exception.

Gilbert: A maid having such courage to defy her master, huh? What did you just say? Say it again.

The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that breathing was difficult.

My master was smiling pleasantly but his blood-coloured eye showed no hint of amusement.

(My body is trembling even when we're supposedly lovers.)

Gilbert doesn't mind the difference in our status as maid and master and pays no attention to our forbidden love

That’s because he is the absolute ruler of this land.

He openly loves me without minding other's opinions but still he sometimes directs his killing intent towards me mercilessly.

Gilbert: Just this time I'll forgive this.

(...Don't run, Emma. Even against Gilbert, there are things I cannot yield.)

Clutching my so tight it hurts, I face Gilbert.

Emma: I won't return to my room.

Gilbert: Oh...you want to be punished that badly, huh? You're doing something right now that could get you killed, you know?

Gilbert presses the cane he was holding against my throat.

Gilbert: There's no mercy for a maid who doesn't obey her master's orders.

Emma: ...

“I might be killed for real”

With his hand pressing firmly against my throat, my heart screams of danger.

Yet, I refuse to retreat, and instead, I grasp Gilbert's cane.

Emma: I won't change my mind, even if I'm killed.

Gilbert: Why?

Emma: Because I truly love you.

Gilbert: Hmm... you're quite brave, aren't you? Isn't being a maid about obediently serving one's master?

Emma: No. It's about considering and acting in the master's best interest. If a maid simply obediently follows orders, then she's no different from a slave.

Gilbert: I see... maybe I've been too permissive.

Gilbert drops the cane and then grabs my neck with his cold hands. I never avert my gaze even when my throat is lightly pressed.

(Ah... it smells like blood.)

When I had that thought my face was blocked by a beautiful face who pressed his lips against mine.

Emma: ...

Gilbert: Just kidding.

The oppressive mood that filled the room vanished as if was an illusion and it became easier to breath.

Gilbert: Looks like I've been exposed. If you're that worried, shouldn't you hurry and bring the medicine box? And while yo do so, you could maybe tend me too.

Emma: Y-Yes!

(Finally, he acknowledged it.)

I hurriedly move away from Gilbert and pick up the medicine box that is always kept in the room.

The box is supervised by Gilbert's own physician and contains first aid supplies and treatment tools to treat both external and internal wounds.

(Gilbert usually hides illnesses and injuries skilfully.)

(But lately, I've become better at seeing through it.)

I don't know if it's whether Gilbert is unconsciously letting his guard down or if I've developed a deeper understanding towards my master.

However, since Gilbert doesn't take care of his own body, whether as a maid or a lover and even if it means risking my life, I couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

Gilbert: You seem pleased.

Gilbert chuckles in disbelief and sits on the bed.

Emma: There's no reason not to be happy. Since Gilbert, who always refuses to show weakness, has finally relented.

Gilbert: It's not like I mind being seen. However, if you see a wound you'll make a face like you want to cry, right? I like to see you cry, but it annoys me when the reason are the wounds inflicted by someone else.

Emma: ...Your range of jealousy is too wide.

Gilbert: That's just how much I love you.

Gilbert seemed to be in a good mood as he casually returns my previous words.

(...Maybe, despite everything, he didn't dislike it.)

I approach the bed and sit beside Gilbert who takes off his clothes so he can be treated more easily.

On his exposed left arm, there were painful traces of previous bleeding.

Emma: ...Did you get Walter-san to look at it?

Gilbert: Haha, no way.

Emma: Gilbert-sama...

Gilbert: The wound it's not that deep. It'll be fine if you just put some medicine on it.

Emma: If that's what you say...

(My master is always in a position where his life is targeted.)

(Injuries that would never thought of are probably common for Gilbert.)

I wipe away the blood, apply the medicine, and bandage it.

I can't avoid feeling the pain, even though it's Gilbert who's injured.

(...This is bad.)

Though I'm determined not to make a face like I'm about to cry, I involuntarily frown.

I lower my gaze as I can't hide or disguise it under a smile and Gilbert, who wears a shirt now, lifts my chin with his finger.

Gilbert: You'd be punished if you were just a maid, but you're also my lover. I'll make an exception for you... but in return, should I have you serve me?

A brief kiss changes Gilbert's behaviour completely.

He transforms into a seductive figure and pins me down onto the bed.

Gilbert: Come on, open your mouth. Or are you going to defy me again?

Emma: …No.

(If I have to cry, I'd rather drown in Gilbert's embrace.)

Emma: But I don't like this position.

Gilbert: Oh, defying me after all?

Emma: It's not that…! It's just that... it strains your arm, Gilbert-sama.

I manage to free myself and sit up. Gilbert, in turn, ends up rolling onto the sheets.

Gilbert: Alright then, let's do it like this.

Emma: ... ...

Gilbert: Maid, you know what you should do, right...?

(Truly, this man...)

Breathing deeply, I straddle Gilbert's body while trying to calm my racing heart that is now agitated by a different reason than before.

As I kiss his cold lips, his hand wraps around the back of my head.

Our tongues intertwine, and his cold lips, occasionally nibbling at me, grow warmer.

When I retaliate with a bite, Gilbert raises his knee and mercilessly rocks between my legs.

Emma: Ahn...!

Gilbert: ...Your know that for every bit of defiance you'll have to work harder to please me, right?

The pleasure forcibly dragged out overwhelms my body.

I can still say that I love this evil prince even when being faced with intimidation, threats and the attempt to drown me in pleasure.

Because the love that overflows from his red eye reflects his true feelings and they can't be hidden.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #gilbert von obsidian spoilers #イケメン王子 #イケプリ #ギルベルトフォンオブシディアン

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riddle-me-ri · 2 months

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I've just found your blog and read just about every penguin x reader I could find man! I gotta ask for more (I'm so sorry if your askbox is closed or anything again so sorry ignore this if it is) how do you think they'd handle a chubby short reader feeling insecure? Since I know you did one for reader comforting the colony on their insecurities

Either way have a good day/night/whenever you read this, take care of yourself, and get hit with the self care and seld love beam or so HELP ME :D

a/n: awww this is so sweet, nothing like reciprocated love and support, cause if there’s any rogue that understands these insecurities it’s definitely a handful of the pengys. I hope you enjoy!

Content Warning: none

The Penguins Comforting Reader's Insecurities

Arkhamverse Penguin:

- Oswald understands all too well how you feel…

- He wishes he can just get rid of those thoughts for you.

- Oz mostly uses actions rather than words to try and reassure you.

- He will spoil you with clothes that he knows will compliment your body.

- Oz will wrap his arms around you or squeeze you.

- He will solidify his actions with words if he can tell you’re still not convinced.

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

- Needless to say, this Oswald compliments you…basically daily.

- He does everything he can to put your insecurities at bay.

- Oz will fill your ears with sweet honeyed words about how much he loves to touch and hold your plump skin.

- He will tell you how your chest is his favorite pillow to nestle into.

- As his words get sweeter, his grip around you gets tighter and he pulls himself closer to you to kiss you.

- Just the warmth and sincerity in his voice may just be enough to make you convinced.

Gotham Penguin:

- Oswald hears you out, and it hurts him to hear how you feel about yourself.

- He instantly wants to know if there’s anyone in particular that said something rude or judgemental to you.

- However, even Oswald himself doesn’t know how to take care of an enemy when it’s their own person.

- Oz will want your full attention when he tells you that he wouldn’t change a thing about you.

- A king always knows what he wants, and he only ever wants the best.

BTAS Penguin:

- Oswald wishes he could find the words that could cease your insecurities for good.

- The way he compliments you is like something straight out of a poetry book or romance novel.

- He holds your hands and squeezes them reassuringly before kissing them, just adoring you the only way he knows how.

- He will spend the whole day with you, never letting you out of his sight.

- Oswald assures you that you're just the perfect beautiful dove and that you two were always meant for each other, no matter what others say or feel.

- Pretty soon, your feelings will slowly be replaced with love and contentment.

Telltale Penguin:

- Ozzie's first instinct is to go fists to cuffs with whoever said anything to you or made you feel that way.

- However, when he realizes it's just your mind…he can't help but understand somewhat.

- He knows what it's like when your mind goes out of it's way to make you feel like shit.

- Oz isn't always the most physical when it comes to affection, but in these circumstances, he pulls out all the stops.

- He rests and nestles his head on your thighs or chests, where else would he rest his weary head if you weren't generously chubby there.

- You shouldn't have to worry about your height, he's got all the height you'll ever need.

- And you'll always be the only person he will ever need.

One Bad Day Penguin:

- Oswald can tell you’re feeling insecure by just how hesitant you become.

- You don’t want to go out sporting a new dress, you don’t want to embarrass Oz, or see people judging you.

- Ozzie racks his brain trying to find a way to make you see what he sees.

- He begins flirting with you, teasingly so, not too far off from how he actually first approached you when you first met.

- You can't ignore the butterflies in your stomach or the soft smile stretching across your lips.

- Out of all the beautiful people that were in and out of the Iceberg Lounge…he only had eyes for you.

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

- Ozzie's first remedy for your insecurities is to make you laugh.

- He’ll make fun of conventionally attractive people and/or skinny people (totally not also because he has a grudge against them)

- They aren't as fun as you are, they aren't as amazingly beautiful inside and out as you…

- Before either of you realize it, he somehow goes from joking to sincere-

- He just wanted to see you smile and happy again, but he means everything he says.

- Ozzie wishes he can more, but he always hopes that his words are enough (they are)

Batman Unlimited Penguin:

- Oswald is hesitant and unsure what to do despite desperately wanting to help…

- How does he reassure someone of something he often struggles with that's only left him bitter and resentful.

- It breaks his heart to hear how you dislike your physique.

- He tries to deter them with his own words, how lucky he feels to have you…(especially…given his own appearance and age…)

- Not to make it about him but as a means to let you know he can understand and relate…

- But he has been able to be more secure in himself because someone as beautiful as you loves him for who he is and what he looks like inside and out.

- And he hopes to return the sentiment tenfold with his words and undying devotion to you.

#ri writes #the penguin x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #arkhamverse penguin x reader #farrell penguin x reader #reevesverse penguin x reader #gotham penguin x reader #btas penguin x reader #telltale penguin x reader #one bad day penguin x reader #obd penguin x reader #the batman 2004 penguin x reader #batman unlimited penguin x reader

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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Subtlety is Key

Fandom: The Rookie

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Tim Bradford x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,171

Request: Hey ^^ I read your latest Tim Bradford story and it was amazing! So I was wondering, if you could write another one. YN has a crush on Tim and he noticed it a while ago. After some time he likes her back and begins to slightly flirt with her. At first she doesn’t notice it and moves on like normally, until Tim invited her for dinner. :)

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It was frustrating, getting embarrassed and flustered in front of Tim, you were a police officer for god's sake, but you couldn't help it. It was, well, Tim.

If you knew that he'd actually noticed, you'd probably have handed in your notice on the spot, but to Tim's credit, he brushed it off. You never said anything, and although your interactions were a little awkward when it was just the two of you, you were both professionals, and good friends, and he told himself that mixing work and romance was a line he'd never cross.

Recently, though, he'd started to notice himself... noticing you more. You were easy to talk to and easy to be around, and he half consciously, half unconsciously let himself start to cross that line, his self-control slipping, and tested the waters with a bit of harmless flirting.

You hadn't reacted yet. At least, no more than usual. And after a couple of weeks, he started to think you'd move past your feelings for him afterall.

As for you, you told yourself he was just being nice. Very nice, oddly nice, but still, nice.

Lucy and Angela, however, had a little more to say about it than that.

"Seriously Y/N, he's been flirting with you for weeks!" Lucy insisted, exasperated at the circles the conversation was going in, but amused all the same.

Lucy was leaning against Angela's desk ad the detective sat in her chair after a day of supporting her with a case. They'd been on you about this all day.

"No he hasn't, he's just being nice," the countered like a broken record, convincing yourself less and less each time.

Even so, you don't want to read into something that isn't there and make things awkward between you and Tim, so you'll assume he's just being nice until he tells you otherwise directly.

"Tim?" Lucy looked from you to Angela with a raised brow and a smirk, then back to you, "just being nice? Have you met him?"

"She has a point," Angela told you and you laughed, stepping to the side to let a couple of officers pass, the day coming to an end.

"Guys come on, there's nothing there for him," you told them both, lowering your voice a little. The office might be emptying, but people could still overhear.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Angela said pointedly.

"Yeah Y/N, trust me, I've been riding with him for a while now, so when I tell you he likes you, I mean he really likes you," Lucy added for emphasis, the women finishing each other's thoughts in a way that told they'd had this conversation behind your back too

You shook your head and laughed, checking your watch; "well as much as I'm enjoying this conversation - or, intervention - it's high time I got going home."

"Uh huh, you're avoiding this," Lucy accused, pushing herself up from the desk to grab her bag from the floor.

"Of course I am," you replied with a curt nod, turning on your heels with a wave to exit the building, and the conversion.

"You shouldn't!" Angela called as you walked away, both women laughing from behind you and you couldn't help but chuckle about it yourself. They were relentless.

You were still thinking about the conversation as you made your way to the parking lot, your mind a million miles away.

"Y/N," your name from behind made you jump as a hand touched your shoulder. Whirling around you were a split second from flipping the person who had caught you off guard to the ground, when you registered who it was.

"You know sneaking up, on a cop trained in hand to hand isn't very smart," you pointed out to Tim who held up his hands and took a step back, grinning.

"Sorry, I did say your name," he told you and you both laughed.

"Oh oops, I must have been miles away," you apologised, your heart still pounding as you tried to play it off casually.

You tried to keep eye contact as he returned your gaze but you had to glance away, your thoughts going back to what Angela and Lucy had said. Damn it.

"Heading home?" He asked, hands going in and out of his pockets like he didn't know what to do with them. If you didn't know better, you'd say he seemed nervous.

"Yeah I'm starving," you told him, eyes tracking to his hands. He noticed and kept them firmly at his sides.

He took a pause and then said quickly; "you maybe want to grab dinner?"

"With- with you?" The question caught you off guard and you had to check if you'd heard correctly.

"Yeah I mean, no pressure I just thought I'd ask, if not-" he self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck and looked down.

Tim Bradford? Asking you out? Was this actually happening?

"No, I mean yes, I mean-" This was not happening the way you imagined it in your head.

"I know what you mean, I think" he smiled with relief and pause, adding after a thought: "I do mean dinner like a date by the way."

The clarification made you laugh. "I just, didn't expect you to want to ask me out," you admitted.

Tim met your eyes with fondness, and a little bit of nervousness as he stumbled through what he said next. "Look I, well I'm not entirely... blind? I did notice you might have had a thing for me-" Heat rushed to your face and your eyes went wide, oh god. "-and Lucy then got it in my head, of course, but we work together and I figured it was better just to move on, but recently, that's been a little difficult. I thought I'd, well, test the waters by flirting with you to see if you were still interested or if I'd missed my shot, but you didn't seem to notice I was doing that,"

"I- er- no I just-" you laughed and shook your head, face still warm. "Let me start over; I might have liked you for a bit, but you didn't seem to feel the same way so I never said anything, then I just assumed you were being nice, which again, Lucy tried to convince me otherwise."

"She really is a meddler isn't she," Tim said, though his tone suggested he didn't mind.

"Yes she is." You were definitely going to give her a hard time for this tomorrow.

"Look it really is no pressure on the dinner, if those feelings have passed," Tim's tone was serious, giving you an out without making things awkward, not that you needed it.

"No, I'd... like to go to dinner with you," you answered, still not quite believing this was happening.

"Yeah?" He checked.

"Yeah." You confirmed.

"Good," he nodded, unable to stop himself from smiling as you left together, and you found yourself doing the same.

Okay, so maybe he'd had feelings for you after all.

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Couples Discount! - Secret Scene

Well, I shouldn't be surprised I guess. My "should I post the smut?" poll had some pretty definitive results. It's not yet over, but really I don't think I need to wait for it. Y'all voted for the smut.

I would like to begin by apologizing for my smut writing skills. I'm not at all confident in them, which is why this is the first time I'm really posting any.

So this is the secret smut scene that would come after the end of this daily chat scene I wrote, though you don't really need to read it before this. This right here is pure smut, so you know. Context isn't really required.

Please tell me if it's terrible. My anxiety is high so I need to know if it's really bad lol. Also I really tried to keep MC gender neutral so hopefully that turned out okay.

GN!MC x Diavolo - NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex (reader receiving in both cases), please let me know if I should add anything here

Any thoughts you'd been having about the repercussions of the kiss you shared with Diavolo on the plaza bench were completely discarded now. You sat on the edge of Diavolo's bed with the demon prince on his knees between your thighs and thinking wasn't something you'd managed to do at all for the past several minutes.

One of your hands was in Diavolo's hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside you as you melted into the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his mouth giving you untold amounts of pleasure. He had placed one of your legs on his shoulder and his hand still rested on it. You could tell from the way his fingers flexed against you that he was trying not to grip you too hard.

You hadn't been sure what spending the night with Diavolo would be like, but so far he seemed to want nothing more than to worship you. He especially seemed to enjoy hearing you moan, deliberately doing things that he thought might draw one out of you.

You were slightly annoyed about the fact that he himself was still fully dressed while your clothes were already in a heap on the floor. However, you couldn't hold onto this thought for long enough to call him out on it. Not when he was using his tongue so expertly, the tension building up in your body as your pleasure intensified with every second.

It was almost teasing, though, never quite enough to bring you over the edge. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair in both frustration and enjoyment.

"D-diavolo," you managed to say. "Please."

That single word apparently had quite the effect because Diavolo responded immediately. Where before he was only using his tongue, now he put his entire mouth on you. There was so much more sensation that you cried out, the hand in his hair becoming a fist. You had a vague thought about how you hoped you weren't hurting him, but it was gone in an instant as Diavolo sucked.

You moaned, unable to keep yourself from doing so, the feeling building and building. Diavolo didn't let up. He could tell you were close and he was determined to make you come. You felt your thighs shivering, squeezing slightly as the intensity increased.

Your body began to tense as you felt yourself nearing your climax until it finally hit you in waves. You couldn't even manage to spare a thought for what might be happening to Diavolo as your thighs clenched, your fingers still holding tightly to his hair.

You took several deep breaths as you let yourself relax. You let go of Diavolo's hair. He looked up at you from between your thighs with a smile so bright you couldn't help but laugh a little.

You cupped his cheek as you caught your breath, bending forward a little to lean your forehead against his. "You have way too much clothing on," you said, pulling at one of the buttons on his shirt with the other hand.

Diavolo chuckled. "I'm sorry, MC," he said. "Won't you help me remedy that?"

He didn't have to ask you twice. You started using both hands to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. You let your hands linger on his bare chest, truly a glorious sight to behold, before reaching down for the pants. But in the position he was in, you couldn't quite reach them.

Diavolo kissed you before standing up to take his pants off himself. You watched as he did, finally freeing his enormous cock. Just looking at it made your skin flush and your body throb as your mind went wild with the possibilities.

It was very tempting to take it into your mouth, since it was right at the same height as your face. But you were more interested in putting it somewhere else.

Despite this, you couldn't resist reaching out and taking it in your hand. Diavolo made a soft humming sound at the contact and you looked up to see him biting his lip.

It was such a cute expression on him that it made your stomach flip. You found yourself suddenly impatient, letting go so you could grab his hands and pull him onto the bed.

Diavolo let you take control, moving easily as you positioned him so he was sitting up against his pillows. Once he was where you wanted him, you straddled his lap, putting your hands on his chest and kissing him deeply.

His mouth opened for you instantly, your tongue sliding in and tasting the salt of your cum on him. You tried not to let this make you rabid. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands running through his hair again, your ass rubbing against the hardness of his cock.

You pulled away and looked at him. He was breathing hard with his pupils fully dilated. He looked like he was dizzy with lust, but there was an edge of concern on his face. He reached over to the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lube.

Certainly Diavolo was quite large, so you thought it best not to skip this step, even though the look on his face sent another stab of heat through your body. He slathered his fingers and you gasped as he put first one and then another inside you, stretching you gently.

Diavolo took his time and you were losing your mind with need by the time he pulled his fingers out of you. You put your hands on his shoulders and rose up, preparing to take him inside.

"MC," he said, voice quiet as he settled his hands on your hips.

You didn't let him finish whatever he was going to say, instead sinking down onto his cock. This elicited a moan that was like sweet music to your ears and he practically whimpered your name.

You decided to go slowly, moving down inch by inch until you had him fully inside you.

The feeling of him was exquisite. Your body flushed with heat as you squeezed yourself around him and he moaned. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips tighter.

Diavolo nuzzled into your neck, peppering you with kisses. "Are you all right?" he murmured into your skin.

"Don't worry," you said. "I'm fine." You tangled your fingers in his hair again, holding him to you as you began to move yourself slowly up and down his cock.

Diavolo's head rested on your shoulder and for a moment he seemed too overwhelmed by the sensation to do much of anything. But then his hands began to move you, too, increasing your pace. You matched him easily, speeding things up, but sitting down fully every time, allowing him to hit that spot inside you perfectly over and over.

Diavolo seemed to be unable to stop himself from thrusting up into you, but you didn't mind at all, moaning in response to the feeling of it. Diavolo's hands moved from your waist to your back, his head falling a little to press against your chest. Both of you were moaning now and you could already feel the tension of your second orgasm tightening in your belly.

It felt so good, you were completely lost in him, your hands roaming over his skin, the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and sex. The feeling of him inside you, thick and powerful, the way his hands moved you so easily, the desperate sounds of him mumbling your name over and over again.

Until at last, you felt yourself tightening, your body responding to the pleasure. You cried out his name as you came, your hands on his shoulders, your nails piercing skin, your head thrown back.

As you were just beginning to come down from this high, you felt him clutch you hard, a soft groan from his throat, and the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.

Exhausted, you collapsed against him. Diavolo's arms wrapped around you, holding you to him as you rested your head on his chest.

This was only the beginning of your infamous night with Lord Diavolo and you would be pleased to discover just how much stamina the prince of the Devildom really had.

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