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norris55s · 2 months

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i swear i don’t love the drama (it loves me) - carlos sainz

reader x carlos sainz social media au

she isn’t happy about the way people treat her boyfriend and she isn’t afraid to show it

a/n: i too am tired of the way people speak about carlos so there's this to show for it. this is no hate to charles in case it isn't obvious. no fc, but a couple rebecca donaldson pics for the plot. i loved carlos winning.

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y/nusername

Bahrain International Circuit

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y/nusername: repping chili and chili only this season 🌶️

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charles_leclerc: 😧

y/nusername: love you lord perceval 😇

charles_leclerc: 🙃

user492: digging the use of red but no ferrari merch lol i know our bestie is mad

y/nusername: 👹

carlossainz55: Naughty girl 😂

y/nusername: shhh look away

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y/nusername

Bahrain International Circuit

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y/nusername: congratulations to lover boy, and lover boy only 👹❤️

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user914: sainz has handled the situation so maturely and his girl is out here being messy

y/nusername: that’s because i’m not carlos, hope that helps 😴

user014: why is she doing the most 😭

y/nusername: i wouldn’t have to do shit if someone bothered celebrating his podium with him, so i’ll take matters into my own hands 🫡

landonorris: we gotta take your phone away

y/nusername: try me!

carlossainz55: ❤️

y/nusername: 🔥

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y/nusername

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y/nusername: appendicitis couldn’t take carlos down, everyone else can stop trying

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carlossainz55: ❤️

landonorris: in your nurse era 👩‍⚕️

y/nusername: more like in my security guard and lawyer era 🤪

user824: it’s carlos’ karma for every time he’s screwed charles over

y/nusername: oh bitch you’ll know karma when it hits y’all square in the face

user624: unhinged era! love how she takes care of carlos

y/nusername: u get it

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y/nusername

Albert Park Circuit, Melbourne

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y/nusername: showing up to lover boy’s haters’ funeral like

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user583: lmao she acts like he’s a champion she has bragging rights about and not a second driver that is getting sacked

y/nusername: girl he’s back from a surgery with a two weeks recovery to drive a car going 300mph for 3 days, i’m really not hearing y’all today

y/nusername: plus, when he gets a podium, dare i say a win, i’ll laugh

landonorris: pr must love you

y/nusername: i swear i don’t love the drama, it loves me

carlossainz55: That’s a way to say it 😘

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y/nusername

Albert Park Circuit, Melbourne

y/nusername: say hello to the only driver that has managed to end red bull’s dominance not once, but twice 🇪🇸🌶️ (hello to the people who called me delusional for saying he might even win, i did laugh)

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maxverstappen1: I feel like you jinxed me 😐

y/nusername: i prefer to call it manifesting ✨

user898: only because max dnfd lol

y/nusername: k. so why didnt someone else win it? quickly

user914: she’s really out there celebrating another gifted win

y/nusername: hey i got a question did you watch the race? 😀

user168: this is why everyone dislikes the sainz camp. no reason at all to disrespect charles and the team.

y/nusername: i’m literally sat next to charles celebrating over dinner but ok

user823: i love how she and carlos keep pretending charles likes them lol

y/nusername: somehow carlos, charles, everyone we know, and me are liars, but you people on the internet, who have never even met us, know the actual truth about the raging fight between c2

user463: i’m loving this y/n era, she’s had ENOUGH 💀

y/nusername: if not me, who? if not now, when? 👹

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carlossainz55

Albert Park Circuit, Melbourne

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carlossainz55: P1!! What a rollercoaster 🎢!! Special thank you to my biggest support, my lovely y/nusername 🥰

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y/nusername: i got you always chili 🥹❤️

user274: sainz supremacy!

y/nusername: period

user924: vile that he doesn’t congratulate his teammate that let him win and condones his crazy ass girlfriend’s comments

y/nusername: y’all want me to chill and then comment shit like this. leave my bf’s post alone! also what is he gonna do ground me like a kid?

carlossainz55: Hermosa, calm down 😈

y/nusername: shhh look away

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cheolhub · 10 months

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sar baby 😻 light of my life, HAPPY ONE YEAR! I COULD NOT BE MORE PROUD OF YOU!!

now business: can i have juyeon with the prompt “that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.” 👹

6:10 p.m. — lee juyeon

prompt. “that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.”

wc. 1.6k [srsly idk how to write a drabble under 1k]

warnings. switch!juyeon, switch!reader, needy juyeon, heavy praise, several uses of good boy, pet names [baby], unprotected sex, creampie, kinda messy sex? – MINORS DNI 18+

note. keir, my angel, my bff <# thank u so so much! u know i for sure would’ve deleted this account if you hadn’t been here to keep me grounded (as u always do.) i love u more than u will ever know & i will forever thank the universe for bringing u 2 me 🤬!! & THANK YEWWW FOR REQUESTING OUR BELOVED, SLUTTY JUYO! i hope u like it (not proofread bc u usually do that for me hahah)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ join the birthday bash! ࿐ྂ

p.s. this is my first tbz work… plz be gentle 🫡

you swear greed will be lee juyeon’s downfall. gluttonous and insatiable, the crazed, unhinged man cannot keep his hands off of you for the life of him.

you think he’d die if he went a half day without touching you, kissing you, fucking you– that, or he’d die from the lack of attention.

it’s almost concerning. almost… sometimes, you can’t be bothered to care when it feels like you’re on cloud nine every time he puts his hands on you.

but sometimes, you are bothered by it.

“baby, i’m busy,” you mumble, typing away at your laptop. you’re hyper focused on the work document in front of you, the blue light straining your eyes. “just give me a little.”

he’s standing behind your chair with his arms crossed, a small pout etched into his lips.

“you said you’d be done by 6? it’s 6:10…” he sulks and you crack a smile, spinning your chair around to look at your pouty boyfriend.

you grin, “what, are you timing me now, juyeon?”

he sighs dramatically, “‘course ‘m not, but you promised me you wouldn’t be working past 6.”

“i have to get this spreadsheet done before tomorrow morning, baby. and i would’ve gotten it done this morning if a certain someone didn’t beg me to stay in bed with them.” you joke lightly, “do you want me to get fired or something?”

the frown on his face deepens as the smile on yours spreads. “you know i don’t… i just miss you.” he sighs, dropping his arms by his sides. “feels like i haven’t seen you in hours. tired of you doing work when you can be doing other things worthy of your time. like me, for example.”

you reach out, taking his hands into yours. “two. you lasted two hours, juyeon.”

“two hours too long.” he whines softly and you can’t help but find him so endearing. “baby, please, just… just take a break.”

he doesn’t wait for you to object, pulling you up to your feet and dragging you back into your bedroom and you groan, knowingly. you’re not getting that damn spreadsheet done until he’s fucked himself to sleep.

“you have to be quick, juyo. i wanna finish my work before it’s too late to order takeout.” you tell him as he tugs you, to which he mumbles a ‘yeah, yeah.’ it’s obvious he has no intention of acting in accordance with your wishes.

because when you’re in your room, he pulls you in for a desperate kiss. he moans into your mouth as his hands squeeze your hips and pull you so you’re flush against his body. you feel his hard cock through the thin material of his shorts when he grinds into you.

you pull back with a breathy giggle, “baby, how are you already hard?”

“i’ve been hard for an hour now.” he huffs, gripping you tighter. he lowers his voice till it’s just barely above a whisper, “kept thinkin’ ‘bout how… how you called me your good boy… and how you told me how good my cock made you feel. looked so pretty and you felt so fucking good, baby. wanna feel you around me again. need to.”

you let out a sharp breath, mind wandering back to the long hour he had your ankles resting on his shoulders this morning. your cunt pulses as you remember how he fucked you so nice and so deep while you brainlessly babbled out praise. most of it being incoherent comments about his perfect cock.

curse lee juyeon and his dick for turning you on when it shouldn’t.

he groans, digging himself into your clothed tummy. “gonna let me fuck you, yeah?”

you moan softly, arousal probably soaking through your shorts with how wet you are. “as long as you’re quick, then you can, baby.”

he nods mindlessly, but he’s ignoring that request again.

he leisurely shimmies your shorts and panties off and then his own shorts– he has on nothing underneath and you wish you could say you were surprised– before guiding you onto the bed. he towers over you, repeatedly slapping the head of his cock against your clit and laughing softly as you moan and jerk underneath him.

you huff at his taunting, “stop that,”

he feigns innocence with a faux pout, “stop what?”

two can play at that game.

“juyeon?” you jut your bottom lip out, “you wanna be my good boy, don’t you?”

it’s like a flip switches on inside of him. he’s left breathless, nodding his head eagerly like a puppy, pulling his cock away from your clit.

“good. now fuck me and be quick. i’m not gonna tell you again.” you command, voice rigid and unforgiving.

he doesn’t protest, he doesn’t complain, instead he obliges without an ounce of hesitation. he lines himself up with your entrance– where you clench around absolutely nothing– pushing the tip of his cock into you slowly.

you inhale sharply, the air in your lungs fleeing quickly as you feel your walls stretch to accommodate his size. you have to tell your body to relax at the sudden invasion, unclenching so he can push himself in deeper.

“baby,” he moans, throwing his head back. “you’re so fucking tight. oh, fuck–”

“j-just keep moving, juyo, i can take it.” you manage to tell him, voice cracking ever so slightly towards the end of your sentence.

you whimper softly when he bottoms out. his cock fills you like no other and the thought has you clamping around him, walls molding to his shape just as they’re meant to.

juyeon pulls out with a whine and pushes back into you slowly. you’re sure he’s doing it for his own sake. any faster and your poor, pent-up baby is going to cum embarrassingly quick.

but you have other things you need to do, so this needs to go at your preferred pace.

“go faster, baby,” you say airly.

he reluctantly speeds up, giving you deep, precise thrusts. he lodges his bottom lip between his perfectly straight teeth attempting to bite back the ridiculously needy sounds his body wants to expose.

and you notice, letting out a giggly moan. “that’s it, baby. you’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” you coo at him.

juyeon gasps, releasing his lip so a broken moan can slip past them, his cock twitching uncontrollably inside of you.

you hum in delight, “hmmm, that really does make you hard, huh?” you ask rhetorically. “i can feel you pulsing inside of me.”

and you can. he’s throbbing in between your walls like he’s about to bust inside of you and it’s filling you with the utmost joy. when you’d met juyeon forever and a year ago, you wouldn’t have thought he’d be so easy to reduce to a mess. you’re not complaining, though. not when he sounds so pretty cursing and moaning for you like a cute bitch in heat.

“fuh-fuck, again– please, s-say it again.” he begs, eyes pleading and eyebrows knit together.

you moan softly, willing to give him everything he wants. “cock feels so good. you’re fucking me so good, juyeon. you’re such a good boy.” you needily place your hand between your thighs, right above where his cock meets your messy cunt. your fingers quickly find your clit, rubbing at the swollen bud in tandem with his now-erratic thrusts. “my good boy.”

you clench around him as the words tumble out of your mouth and juyeon’s eyes nearly roll. he cries out needily, “close. ‘m close, baby–”

you rub your clit faster and squeeze him tighter, mewling out your reply. “cum for me, baby. cum inside me ‘n fill me up.”

he whines, pounding into your harder and harder before his thrusts cease and he’s pressed deep inside of you. his warm seed spills, coating your walls as he lets out a long, drawn out groan of pleasure.

he wants to collapse, but he knows you haven’t gotten off.

so before he can completely come down from his high, juyeon resumes his thrusts. you feel his release spill every time he pulls out of you and it’s messy. a sloppy, wet noise sounds every time his balls slap against your cum coated cunt.

juyeon is surely overstimulated. you can tell by the babbles of him begging you to cum and the rolling of his eyes and the whimpers and mewls that are driving you absolutely feral underneath him.

you don’t last much longer after that, body jolting as you feel the tightrope in the pit of your tummy snap. your walls envelope his cock into a tight hug as you completely release over him. you cry with his name dying on your tongue, the earth-shattering orgasm washing over you.

he has to force himself to stop fucking you. tears brim in his eyes right before he collapses on top of you, his cock slipping out of your worn pussy. every nerve ending in his body feels like they’ve been electrified and he can’t help but twitch and pant on top of you.

you grunt with his weight on you, “juyo, you okay?” you ask breathily.

“mmm,” he moans in response. he’s fine.

you smile, running your hands through his hair. “you’re gonna let me go back to work now, right? i gave you your fix, so you should be good for at least another two hours. i should be done before then, though.”

he groans, “i dont want you to work.”

“i know you don’t–”

“so stay here with me.”

you huff, “how many times do i have to let you fuck me before you’ll let me work?”

he pulls up and smiles cheekily at you, eyes still a bit dazed. “maybe… three times. or four.”

you scoff, “you are such a piece of work.”

#[ birthday bash ! ]#[ ⭐️: mutuals ! ]#[ 🐈‍⬛: keir ! ]#lee juyeon smut #juyeon smut #the boyz smut #tbz smut

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soapskneebrace · 1 year

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Gimme your favorite Soap HC’s sfw and NSFW 👀

Drawing HEAVILY from the unhinged conversations @guyfieriii and I often have about making Soap whine. This’ll be entirely NSFW because hey, I’m in the mood for it.

What is John “Soap” MacTavish like in bed?

The first thing you need to know about Soap is that sex is an incredibly positive outlet for him—he loves every aspect of it, loves the mess and the smell and every tiny awkward thing that can happen. It’s about having fun to him, not being the best or proving anything about himself. Soap loves to have a good time with his partners, and that’s all that really matters to him.

Because of this? He’s really, really great in bed. Communicative, eager to please and to encourage, Soap is the kind of partner you might have thought you could only dream of.

He’s perceptive, too—he’ll figure out your tells very quickly, and will end up surprising you with how easily he can figure out how much you might like it if he touches you this way or that.

Also, he’s really down to try almost anything. Positions, toys, sensation play—he’ll give it a fair shot if it sounds like fun. He can’t roleplay, however, to save his own life. He cracks up too often to stay in character.

In between rounds, Soap is handsy, stroking your body and kissing you all over. His love language is touch, and the last thing he wants to do is take his hands off you. He just genuinely loves to feel the dips and curves of your body, loves getting to know your shape in such a tactile way.

Oh. Pull his hair. Pull his hair. He will blush a deep red, all across his face and down his chest, and his eyes will go glassy and unfocused with pleasure. He really likes it when you manhandle him.

Remember when I said Soap loves the mess of sex? Yeah, what I really meant is Soap loves to make it messy. Meaning, Soap loves sex when it’s sweaty, when he and you are sticky with each other’s cum and slick and saliva. If neither of you need a shower after you’re done, then you’re not actually done.

Soap’s the kind of nasty that is not deterred by the musk of exercise. In fact, he’s pretty eager to go down on you after you’ve being working out or doing chores all day. “Just like a bit a’flavor, bonnie, don’t I?”

On that note. I said before in my alphabet, and I’ll say it again—Soap is a panty thief. A borrower, he’d insist, if you ever confronted him, and that’s true enough since your underwear does eventually make it back to you, usually when your smell has worn off, or he’s finally home from a long mission and doesn’t need to settle for them anymore now that you’re back in his arms.

He is also the kind of nasty undeterred by menstruation. He’ll put a towel down and fuck you as enthusiastically as he does at any other time of the month. If you mention the blood, he’ll tell you very sincerely that he’d rather see it coming from you, like this, than from any of the usual times he sees blood on the job.

Because he’s in great shape, Soap not only can last a long time, but he can go again pretty soon after finishing. If there’s time, and if you’re willing, three rounds is pretty normal for your sexual encounters with him. It will surprise you very often, just how eager he is to go again after he’s just practically blown your back out.

But Johnny, in the end, is really just insatiable. He can’t get enough of you. After you’re both finally tired out, he still wants to go for another round, and it’s slow and a little sloppy and it’s entirely possible that neither of you can actually come again, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to draw this out for as long as he can, seize every moment of pleasure with you that he can get ahold of.

#answered #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x you #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap #I want to write more but it’s past midnight and I’m about to black out

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coralinnii · 1 year

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Y’all made my most spiciest post (and it’s not even that spicy) the most popular on this blog and I feel both happy and wishing to get every one of you a drink cuz y’all are thirsty…and so am I.

So just having more thoughts on overblot!Yuu

Referring to this post

Imagine overblot!Yuu with absolute tunnel vision and aggressive affection, wants nothing more than to make sure their friends are getting the rest and support they need… albeit forcefully. But hey, no one’s complaining.

Imagine overblot!Yuu standing behind Deuce as he was forced to sit down and study on his own, trapped between your arms and your strong presence pressed against him from behind. He swears he’s trying his best but his mind goes haywire everytime he feels your breath on him when you growl in his ear, ironically demanding him to pay attention to his work. Threatening him to keep him right there, under your watch, for however long it takes to get his homework done. Man, he hopes so

Imagine overblot!Yuu stealing Trey from the kitchen and then straddle his back on his bed after ripping his shirt off him. Your new found strength is put to good use as you give the young baker a massage to ease his tired muscles. Trey thanked the Sevens that he couldn’t face Yuu and had a pillow to hide the embarrassing noises he's making with every firm touch of your hands. Though, your nails are dangerously close to scratching along his naked back, growing frustrated that Trey’s body just keeps shivering and tensing up rather than relax. Wonder why that is?

Imagine overblot!Yuu being angry at Cater’s obsession with Magicam and cute things, bringing him back to his bedroom then proceeded to blindfold him, but not before silencing his phone and tossing it aside. Overblot!Yuu hovered over the surprisingly quiet redhead, pinning his arms onto the mattress to restrict his phone-addicted hands. Being so frustrated by his false cute persona, Yuu wanted to see Cater’s truer self instead of the fake smiles he puts on for the camera, praising his more unhinged image. “F*ck being cute. I like messy Cater much better” you proclaimed, which sends shivers through the 2nd year’s body that he pray you didn’t notice.

Imagine not learning the error of their ways (since no one said they hated it), overblot!Yuu proceeded to attack the Heartslabyul Housewarden the same way as the others, trapping him and aggressively loving him. You always wanted to help calm Riddle down from his foul mood that comes from dealing with his responsibilities, and that want has now intensified. Imagine overblot!Yuu disarming Riddle from his magic pen and forcing him onto his own bed where you started to caress him, hoping to soothe his anger. But Yuu is baffled by how red Riddle still was after long petting and cuddling sessions. Was he still angry? Still, Yuu is still determined to find a way to have Riddle rest so you continued on, testing every part of his body to see what comforts him best. Riddle, with a burning face, endured your touch for so long, unable to rest like Yuu wanted.

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glitzy-dynamite · 11 days

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I’m so fucking mad and tired from many things, so here’s a messy sketch of unhinged Azula. My therapy or something.

#azula #atla #atla azula #avatar the last airbender #princess azula #messy sketch

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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Unhinged

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Summary - Request for “pls write something about Sebastian acting out his darkest fantasies (f!slytherin) (Since you’ve put that idea out I can’t stop thinking about it ;) )”

Word Count - 2,318

Warnings - dark!Sebastian, 18+ smut, characters aged up, reader being restrained, maybe slight non-con, Sebastian being a bully

A/N - this is 100% not self projecting about wanting Sebastian to be mean to me

Sebastian had told you to meet him in Professor Hecat's classroom well after her classroom hours were over. You were only on your way there because you assumed he wanted to settle things between you two with a duel. You were both constantly at each other's throats and had way too much free time in your 7th year to be constantly trying to best each other at everything.

You hated how well he did in his classes despite being there about half of the time and turning in homework even less than that. You thought he was fairly self-absorbed and dragged Ominis around on a leash rather than treating him much like a friend. Your relationship with Sebastian had been like this since the day you got sorted in Slytherin.

He was arrogant and it pissed you off just thinking about him on your way to the classroom. It made you even madder when he had come back this year no longer just some annoying kid, but very much looking like a cocky man.

You didn't know why it stunned you so much to see how he filled out with broad shoulders and a much thicker jawline. You chalked it up to bothering you because you were worried his dueling would somehow be different as if his physicality really had any effect.

In fact, you also didn't know why you bothered with his stupid request that you were headed on now. For all you know, he was trying to set you up to look like you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. You justified your journey by thinking at least you could put him in his place for thinking he had any right to send you owls requesting your presence somewhere.

You pushed open the door and made your way into the room, scanning for Sebastian so you could get this over with. You saw him standing on the balcony of the professor's office as if he owned the place. You crossed your arms at how smug and comfortable he looked, resting his arms on the banister.

"Ah — Y/N — I knew you would come."

You stalked towards him with your wand in hand, your face heating up in anger.

"What are you talking about? I came to tell you it is not ever your place to send for me. I don't know what potion you drank that made you think we're cordial, but I'm only here to remind you that I can't stand you. And the next time you send me a letter, I will jinx it and send it back."

You stood at the foot of the steps looking up at him, still very unsure of what this situation was. He simply looked down at you in amusement as if your words weren't laced with venom. You noticed he had exchanged his uniform for the day with a knitted sweater and some pleated trousers.

"And you're dressed like — like this is some house call? What do you want Sallow?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him, more fed up by the second.

He stood up straight and gestured at you with his hand, "Come up here and I'll tell you."

"What game are you playing? I do not have time for this," you stomped up the stairs feeling almost tempted to use an unforgivable on him, "What the hell am I —"

As you cleared the top of the stairs you felt a swift hand on yours, on both of yours, making you drop your wand. Suddenly, your back was pinned to the professor's office door and Sebastian swept a few messy hairs off of your forehead.

You rested against his arm while he held your hands pinned to your back. He had a leg wedged between yours and was so close you could smell his scent. You were speechless, blinking profusely as you met his gaze with your mouth hanging open.

"I'm tired of the charades with you. I need to put you in your place." His tone was low and full of something you couldn't yet place. You felt a small amount of fear rise in your gut, not sure where he was going with this.

Words of protest spluttered from your mouth, but nothing that strung together to make any sense. You struggled against his grip, but it was useless. His thumb trailed across your forehead, over your cheek, your jawline, swiping the inside of your lip to pull the wetness down your chin.

Your eyes widened when his hand came to rest against your delicate throat. When did his hands get this big? It felt like it was nearly wrapped around your neck entirely.

"Sebastian, I don't know what you're playing at, but I —" a groan escaped your lips when he ground his thigh hard against your hot center. Even with all the fabric in between, the friction felt almost unbearable. You could also feel something else now against your leg. Was he getting off on this? Were you?

A throaty laugh escaped his lips and he brought his face closer to your neck, lips just below your ear.

"I knew you'd like this. You've been practically fucking begging me for it."

Before you could respond he applied just enough pressure to your throat to make it harder for you to breathe. You closed your eyes in shame realizing what this situation was; how you fell right into his trap and you weren't sure you minded at this point.

"You're going to be good for me," he continued, "you're going to call out Sebastian," he mimicked a feminine moan, "fuck me harder. Master, please."

He pulled back to look at your face, flushed with arousal it seemed you couldn't control. Your pupils were wide and your mouth still hung slightly open as you stared at him. He forced his thumb into your mouth, unable to avoid the temptation. Your lips automatically closed around it as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Now, I'm going to let go of you, just for a moment, so you can rid yourself of these clothes. You're going to listen to me like the perfect little angel you have everyone convinced you are so I don't have to tell anyone about how your cunt is sopping from being shoved into a wall."

He made you nod in agreement before backing off of you, releasing the bruising grip he'd had on your hands. You looked at him shyly as he propped himself up on the balcony like this was casual. Your eyes dropped to his light-colored pants where you could make out the outline of his stiff cock. You wanted to see it, feel it, taste it. You hated that you did, but since you couldn't hide the feeling you obeyed him.

You shed your robe, unbuttoning your blouse carefully before shrugging it off as well. The camisole you wore underneath barely hid your erect nipples, but it was soon over your head anyways. From the waist up you were bared to him and he looked at you hungrily, stroking his own length through the material of his pants.

The rest of your clothes came off much faster; you hooked your fingers into the waistband of the skirt, tights, and bloomers all at once dropping them to the ground and stepping out of your shoes to leave a pile.

You felt your own slick coating your thighs, betraying as you stood completely exposed before him.

"God, you're such a slut," he remarked before he reached out to pull your body up against his. The feeling of his bare hands against your naked stomach had you clenching your legs together, trying to hide your desire. He wrapped his other hand around your throat once more, tilting your head to make you look up at him as his hand drifted down your thighs, into the valley between your legs.

He raised his eyebrows as he looked down at you, "You're fucking soaking. And you had the audacity to come in here acting like this isn't what you wanted." He glided his fingers easily between your folds, bringing you to your tiptoes as he dragged them upwards towards your bundle of nerves.

"Ah-ah, good girls sit still."

He released you for a brief moment, making you whine at the loss of contact, but he continued to speak as he pulled his belt from his waist.

"Although. I guess you weren't ever really good. You were quite mean so I think it's my turn to be mean."

You shuddered at his voice and the hot breath you could feel on your neck. He pulled on your arms, holding your wrists together while he fastened his belt around them.

"This certainly isn't a cure-all, but it is all that's at my disposal here."

You stumbled back against him, yelping as he pulled it tight. He uses the belt as an advantage and yanked you back against him and assaulted your clit much more aggressively this time.

You can't contain your moans and incoherent words as you struggle to stay still for him and not collapse. He shifts his weight, generously offering you his leg to help hold yourself up. He uses his free hand to roam up your abdomen, massaging your breasts aggressively.

He dips his head down to your neck, fooling you with gentle kisses before he sinks his teeth into you hard.

"Sebastian!"

"Yes, just like that. If you want to cum, you better say my name."

You can feel yourself on the cusp of your orgasm with all the sensations going on. Right as he's pressing his palm into your stomach, to intensify the sensation, listening to your sounds, he takes his hand away from your pussy entirely.

You're panting and pissed off now.

"Sebastian, what the fu—"

He slides his hand up your throat and squeezes your jaw to stop your words.

"I don't think that's how good girls that want to cum talk to their Master."

You groan at him, "I was so close. I did what you asked."

"You sound so pretty," his voice was husky and intoxicating, " 'can't take it, I need you on my cock."

You shook your head yes at him as much as you could in his grip, "Please Sebastian."

He released you and tugged his sweater over his head. You turned around to watch and could see the light sheen of sweat that was already on his skin indicating how worked up he was, even if he was doing his best to be tough

Your eyes trailed over his pecs, down to his pudgy stomach where a patch of reddish hair led down past his waist. You chewed on your lip as you took in the sight of him dropping his pants. His cock was red and swollen, you weren't sure how it didn't just burst through his pants in the first place.

"Come here."

He looked at you with a fire in his eyes you took a step forward, and he grabbed you roughly and pulled you up against him in a passionate kiss. It was all tongue and teeth in desperation that both of you display. You longed to feel every inch of his skin, squirming against his belt that kept you tied down. He held your wrist in his hand, his other tracing up and down your body, feeling anything and everything he good.

With a hard bite on your lip, he pulled back watching the slight amount of blood trickle over your bottom lip. You were breathing heavily and looking up at him with heavy eyelids that he couldn't resist anymore.

He traded you places, forcing your body up against the railing, his cock pressed up against your bare bottom.

"Bend over, princess. It's time to fill you up."

He gave you a few moments to comply before he helped to position you, your waist up against the railing while you looked down, tits bouncing lightly as you hung over the edge.

Sebastian reached an arm around you to steady you, keeping his palm against your clit as he started to rub his cock over your slick folds.

"You're so fucking wet f'me. You're going to be so tight around me cock."

Without a warning he plunged himself into you, you gasped and arched your back against him. He groaned loudly at the contact, muttering your name and pulling on your hair. You forced your hips back against him, begging him for more. He was stretching you out, but it felt incredible in conjunction with his hand on your nub.

"Tell me how much you want it," he held himself back, waiting for you to verbally encourage him.

"Fuck me, Sebastian, please, I need it."

That seemed to satisfy him as he started pounding into you. You hoped the railing was sturdy as he drove you into it over and over. Your moans mingled together as he worked you towards your orgasm once more.

"Ah, I'm gonna come right inside of you, Y/N. I'll fuck you until it's dripping down your thighs."

With a few final grunts, you feel his seed painting your walls, the wet sounds of skin on skin, and the smell of sex filling the room.

"It's your turn, baby, come on, be a good girl," he coaxed you through your climax, making an absolute mess between the two of you. He collapsed against your back, gently unfastening the belt that held your hands together before he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You were both tired and breathing heavily when he pulls out of you and turns you around, still keeping you close. He cups your face before he pulls you in for a firm kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

"That was fun. I'd say you learned a lesson while you were here."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x oc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy smut #dark!sebastian sallow

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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hey, I'm a new reader and I love that you write dark stuff! you asked for unhinged requests.. i hope it's not too unhinged <3 a chillout evening with euronymous hearing music and smoking pot at reader's flat. the house party slowly comes to an end and he's the only guest left. He talks about hating posers and that he admires pelle for cutting himself on stage. he wants to try it too - now. both are super drunk and stoned, he gives reader the knife. after a bit hesitation he gets what he wants and it really turns him on. It leads to nasty sloppy bloody sex with a very submissive and masochistic Euro. Could also fit to Kappa!

My dearest nonnie, thank you for this request! 🫶🏻

Creep

Summary: After a night of party and unprompted celebration, some matters with your boyfriend take a drastic turn in a very different direction…

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Unprotected P In V, Implied Substance Use (Pot And Alcohol), Kink Acceptance, Consensual Cutting, Blood Kink, Submissive!Euro, Dom!Reader, Reader and Øystein Are Painfully Lost For A Hot Minute, Pet Names/Honorifics, Implied Aftercare, Varg Vikernes Slander 💅🏻

A/N: I believe that by now we all know that I'm writing about Rory portraying Euronymous and not the edgelord with a patchy mustache 💀

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

- Creep By Radiohead

Accompanied by a long, dragged out yawn, you let your back fall against the cozy mattress of your messy bed. You stretched your tired body and felt like sinking into the fabric of your soft duvet, uncounted amounts of Tequila shots and a bloodstream saturated with THC doubled down on you after hosting a rather impromptu party with Euronymous and his friends from the Black Circle at your place.

"Øystein!", You called out to your boyfriend who waddled towards the bed while simultaneously stripping out of his clothes up to his shorts, "C'm here…I wanna cuddle you!"

Your voice slurred a bit but you didn't care. As long as your head wouldn't start spinning just now, you'd manage.

"On my way!" Euronymous stated, stumbling towards the bed and flopping himself right next to you face first before he turned on his back with an exhausted groan.

"Next time you better warn me before you just bring your greasy boy horde here, Øystein!" You teased whilst closely snuggling up to him, cradling his lean statue in your arms.

"I did!", He mumbled with a wide, zooted-out grin on his face, "I texted you 20 minutes before!"

"You know what I mean." Your elbow playfully nudged his side before he scooted closer into your embrace, sighing contentedly.

"Yeah, yeah…sorry, won't happen again. But it was nice, no?" His temple leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt his warm breath, heavy with hints of weed and alcohol on your collarbone.

"Yeah, unexpectedly nice but I've been wondering why Varg's never around to party." Your furrowed your brows just a little at the thought.

"You mean Christian?", Øystein snarled in an unmistakably derogatory tone, "Fucking poser if you ask me. He's too busy being a boring prick with his no alcohol, no party and no meat policy."

"Kinda no pussy policy, too, huh?" With your comment you elicited a loud and hearty laugh from your boyfriend's mouth.

"Oh, absolutely! Dude ripped off his cringe Scorpions patch and thinks he's the big deal now…stupid poser…" Euronymous mumbled into the skin of your neck before he looked up at you, his bloodshot eyes searching yours.

"Mmm…babe? Can I ask you something?" His lips pursed a little, sparking your curiosity.

"Sure, what's up?" You met his drowsy gaze with a warm smile.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound like a complete nut job, but..", He huffed reluctantly, biting down on the insides of his cheek, "But I think it's pretty cool what Pelle did at our last gig, you know, the…well, y'know?"

"The….cutting? You mean that?" Your brows arched a bit further in a low wave of concern.

Of course you've supported your boyfriend at their last gig, just like every gig before that but what happened on stage that time had been something a little very outlandish, even to you.

"Yeah, uhm…", Øystein stuttered somewhat insecure, nearly tripping over his own words, "I…okay, so…I think that was really…like really damn true."

"Okay…" You reciprocated slowly, the creeping feeling that this was not being all to it dawning on you, "....and?"

"And…ugh…" Euronymous shimmied himself out of your hug a little to properly look at you, "Hear me out, okay? I-...I know it sounds fucking deranged but…maybe…I'd like to know how that feels?"

His voice rendered lower with every word until the last bit of the sentence was nearly inaudible.

"Oh…", It fell from your lips a little clueless, "I mean…I couldn't stop you from doing it, but.."

"That's not…", Øystein interrupted you, his pale cheeks flushing with a tint of red, "It's not…I…fuck….I'd like you to do it. Thought about it since the last show. There, it's out now."

He made a move to turn his head away from you in shame but before he could, you cupped his jaw with the palm of your hand and guided him back to look at you. So many alcohol and weed spiked thoughts ran through your thoroughly intoxicated mind that you hardly knew what to say about it and of all things possible it was an upright "Are you sure about that?" that rolled over your tongue.

"Yeah." He muttered, eyes widening in uncertain anticipation.

"Okay, uhm…so…don't you think that…that we should maybe do this sober, babe?" You suggested, watching how his cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

"No, yes, ugh…I…can we maybe just try it? Now?" You took notice of the almost needy desperation in his voice and you'd be lying if you said it wasn’t doing something to you.

"Now?" You inquired a bit taken aback.

"Yeah.", Øystein nodded, scooting further away from you until he raised his torso off the bed, reaching for his pants, "Here…with that."

His slightly trembling fingers fumbled around the waistband of his trousers, fishing for a hunting knife that he started to carry with himself in a sheath on his belt a while ago. As soon as he had pulled the sharp metal blade from its casing, he held it up to you and your eyes widened at the dedication in his proposal.

"The sharper the better… Pelle told me.", Euronymous stated with a tremble in his tone, "Takes less effort….y'know."

"Uh, wow, uhm…you really want that, huh?" , You took the handle from his grip and studied the shape of the blade cautiously, "With all due respect, babe, this looks really sharp…"

"Fair enough…" With your eyes trained to the blade you sat yourself back upright against the headboard of your bed.

"Okay…so…so how do we start this now, huh?" You mumbled more to yourself than to your gradually more excited boyfriend.

"Like…where would you want me to cut you?" It rambled out of you.

With an equally puzzled face, Euronymous took a seat in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at the knife in your hand.

"Not my arms, that's for sure…thighs, maybe?" He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

"But, like, the top, yeah? I'm not gonna cut you on the insides." A slight shudder went through you just at the thought of possibly cutting too deep on the inside of his thighs.

"Yeah, yeah…of course, that's good." He replied with a shaky voice.

"Okay, so, am I just gonna…", You inhaled sharply to steady yourself, "Am I just gonna do this now or what?"

"I'm ready, I trust you, babe." Øystein wiggled a little in his sitting position, "Do you want me to help you get started?"

"Yeah, I think that wouldn't be too bad…" At that he reached for your hand that was holding the knife, cupping it and slowly bringing it towards his thigh, pointing the sharp tip right against the delicate, pale skin of his leg.

"Are you really sure about this?" You asked once more, just to be sure.

"Yes. I want that, been thinking about it for so long now…" Euronymous answered in heavy breaths, feeling the tip of the blade on his skin.

"Okay…so…" You slowly lowered the end of the blade onto his skin, applying a very careful amount of pressure.

The device was indeed so sharp that it broke through the first layers of his skin like a bread knife through room-temperature butter.

"That's is…" Øystein encouraged you and with that you slid the blade over his thigh, a bright red stream of blood pooling at the incision right away.

"Fuck.." Your boyfriend exhaled while he threw his head back.

"Fuck, what? Is it bad? Do you want me to stop?!" You were ready to pull the blade back at any second.

"No, more…please…, Ma'am." Euronymous pushed between trembling lips and his intonation shot right through you, sending a jolt of arousal right to your cunt.

With the knife in your hand and your gaze transfixed on the first cut, deeply red droplets gathering all over it, you placed the blade a little lower, repeating the same motion, ripping his skin and drawing even more blood.

"Shit…fuck….feels so good, Ma'am." He huffed, sounding…grateful.

"Good god, such a good boy for me, huh?" You jumped right into his headspace, shamelessly indulging in it.

"Always!" Øystein groaned out as you left another shallow yet efficient cut on his thigh.

With a subconsciously forming grin around your lips, you noticed how your boyfriend's cock started twitching in his briefs.

"Aww, is that making you hard, Øystein?" You pushed only to be hit by: "Just one more, please, one more and I'll fuck you so good, Ma'am, I promise!"

With eyes wide and an already throbbing cunt, you cut over his thigh once more, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" He pressed a guttural groan through trembling lips before unceremoniously slapping the knife out of your hand and practically pouncing on you.

Before your intoxicated brain could truly fathom what was happening, Euronymous shoved his shorts down to his knees for his hard on to slap against his lower abdomen in a wet thud as he pushed his crotch between your legs.

"Shit, you really needed that, didn't you?" It cascaded out of your mouth as you felt him drilling into you.

"Yes, fuck…yes, Ma'am, thank you!" He whined against the shell of your ear as he started fucking into you at a reckless pace.

With every needy thrust of his hips against your lap, you felt the blood, still oozing out of the cuts, sticking against your thighs. Lewd, wet and squelching sounds from his cock pushing in and out of your cunt mixed in with the slapping of skin against skin and you could hardly hold on to yourself because Øystein never ever went that feral on you just like that.

"Such a good, needy boy for me, filling me up so fucking good!" You praised as your eyes fluttered shut, your entire body buzzing with physical sensations.

Every roll of his hips against you had you tethering on the edge of orgasming already. In your thoroughly intoxicated state, you could hardly tell whether or not your pussy was contracting all around him by then or not. Every sensation was fading into the next one, making you feel like cumming on his cock for as long as Øystein kept fucking into you.

"Oh, God, fuck….shit…" It spilled out of his mouth as he hammered himself into you one last time.

"Ma'am, fuck…." Euronymous groaned into your ear right before you recognised his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you, pumping his load deep into your pussy.

"You good?" It left your mouth in heavy breaths.

"Uh-huh…" He muttered before collapsing right onto you, his face hidden deep into your neck.

"Shit…that was something…", You tried to catch your breath while wrapping your arms around his sweat coated back, "You did so good for me, love."

"Really?" Øystein hummed into your skin.

"Of course you did. We gonna take good care of those cuts tomorrow, yeah?"

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous x reader #euronymous #euronymous × you #euronymous smut #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos

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graxsonswhxore · 3 months

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★haunted - Clarisse La Rue★

┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐

𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜é

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

"𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝐼ℳ 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼'𝓂 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊."

"𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓑𝓮 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒."

└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

Tw: some kissing nd fluff.

His curly brown hair, his smile, his everything. Even his imperfections, are absolutely beautiful.

"You're staring again Halo." the redette announces. I turn my attention away from him peering over at my best friend, Rosalyn quartz. Daughter of Aphrodite. People drool over her Porcelain skin and green eyes, her silky coils of red hair, she's the definition of beauty.

"Is it obvious." I frown shrinking into the mossy log a couple feet across from him.

She chuckles shaking her head. Her curls elegantly blow in the wind, with long dark eyelashes that shadow her sharp cheek bones, she looks as if she was sculpted by Zeus herself.

"You know you could talk to him instead of staring like a deer in headlights" she says in a sing song voice.

I looked down to my calloused hands, my chipped nails, the scars on my knuckles due to many fights i somehow get myself into. Especially with Clarisse. She has a bone to pick with me, ever since I stepped foot into camp half blood.

I don't know how anyone would be able to love my scars, my tan lines, my unhinged curly hair.

"He doesn't even know my name rose, I'm not going to go up to him." I look down picking at my nails.

"Well someone is staring at you." She chuckles.

I look up and lock eyes with clarisse. I never noticed the light flakes of brown in her dark eyes that some how, glow.

I roll my eyes and turn my body back over to rose.

"Yeah well she can shove that attitude up her grade A snotty royal a-" the horn signaling curfew blew, cutting me off.

I slump not realizing I was tired till now. I snap my sketch book shut and place it to the side to stretch my legs.

"I don't know if she hates you or is obsessed with you, she argues and teases but looks at you across the room desperately." Rose quirks her eyebrow.

"Tt she can keep all her bull shit to herself" i spit out scowling.

I walk rose to her cabin and bid a goodnight turning on my heel to walk back to cabin 7. I look in my bag and notice my book isn't anywhere in sight. I groan lumbering over to the campfire where I was sitting and see it missing.

My heart drops down to the floor. I have so many sketches in there, ones of rose and camp half blood, most importantly, various sketches of him.

I splat onto my bottom bunk, various snores of all the children around me. I kick off my shoes falling into a dreamless sleep.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ

I wake with the warm sun gleaming on my tan skin and scattered freckles. I sigh as the previous night floods through my mind. My fucking notebook is floating around here some where.

Hopping up, I tug on my cropped camp half blood shirt that floats above my navel over my white also cropped long sleeve and on my low waisted light washed ripped jeans with hightop black converse.

I bend down tying my laces looking at the messy doodles on my shoes that are lightly washed off. I take off the the fire place picking up sticks and moss trying to desperately find my notebook.

"Hey."

I pause slowly turning around, to see the one and only, luke castellan. Holding my fucking note book. Well if hades ever wanted to magically claim my soul to the underworld he could, because at the moment I felt like dropping dead..and that is an understatement.

"Uh hi." I look down in his hand. He follows my gaze down to his hand.

"Oh um I found this by the seat you were sitting in by the campfire last night I wanted to give it back to you." he holds it out for me to grab. I quickly grab it from his hand tucking it to my chest in embarrassment.

"Your sketches are beautiful, especially the ones of me." He teases looking down at me with a smug little smirk.

"I-" I stand there with my mouth wide open.

He chuckles at my expression.

"I'm messing with you."

"Yeah I know sorry, you just have beautiful features, they're nice to draw" I say in a daze, not really understanding the depth of words I chose.

He blushes a little with a smug smile.

"I know" he says lazily bumping into my shoulder on purpose as we walk to my cabin. I roll my eyes at his stupid (very hot) cocky attitude.

"Hey I was wondering if I could ask you something." He looks down blushing slightly.

My heart quickens with a hitched breath.

"Does Rosalyn have a boyfriend?"

And crushed. My everything is crushed.

"No. She doesn't." I tightly smile at him, almost mechanically. Fake.

"Thanks." He smiles and walks off to attach his hip to your beautiful best.friend.

You ended up avoiding them both all day not ready to face the reality of the situation.

When night falls you decide to skip the campfire and sit by the lake, sobbing your damn eyes out over a stupid boy.

"Well what do we have here- are you crying?" Clarisse's cocky facade dropps immediately, almost looking worried.

I quickly wiped my tears and sniffle.

"Please I'm not in the mood."

She slowly takes a seat next to me. I look over to see her inspecting my face. A tear falls down my face, closing my eyes I look down ashamed to be found this way. But Clarisse doesn't care, she tenderly wipes my tear, her fingertips callused due to holding a weapon for a long time Daron years if combat.

"I would treat you better then he ever could." She whispers, so low I wouldn't have heard it if it wasn't for how close our bodies were to each other, knee to knee, shoulder to shoulder.

"What?" I quietly say, stunned at her words.

"I see you staring at him all the time as he follows that damn red head as if she was his mother. It makes me so angry, those tears should be from pleasure not pain pretty girl." She smirks down at me.

"I thought you hated me" I frown.

"I don't hate you, I hate the thought of you with him." Clarisse spits out with malice coating her tongue.

She leans her forehead on mine, and I realize the same thing I did yesterday. The small gold flakes floating around in her dark eyes.

"Your eyes are beautiful" I mumble breath short at the sight bestowed before me.

I can lightly see blush dusted on her sharp cheek bones due to the moons glare off the lake.

She leans over closing in space our lips ghostly resting onto each other. She leans deeper into me, and I don't stop her. I lean in as well, kissing her with such force it knocks the wind out of my lungs.

Yet, This kiss wasn't fast and rushed, it wasn't spontaneous with a fireworks and a buzz in the back of my head.

It was slow and tender, her soft lips molding to mine as if they were made to kiss me, my stomach flips and I feel at peace with her, at peace with us.

As the kiss gets deeper a little more needy, she glides her tongue against my teeth, a gentle sigh escapes her mouth, I open letting her in. He dips her tongue in my mouth as we steadily find a slow and gentle pace.

She backs up for air slow and heavy breaths.

"You don't know how long I wanted to do that, how I longed for you to stare at me instead of him." She tucks my hair behind my ear.

"That can change. Make me yours clare" I whisper.

She smiles smashing her lips against mine again, this time the kiss was different it was needy and sticky. She pulls me on her lap with a vice grip on my hips I felt as if I would bruise in the morning. I wrap my arms around her neck finessing my hands through her hair and I slightly tug at a strand of her curls, making her groan at the action.

I smile against her lips.

"Halo, please be mine. all mine." She whispers in my ear, her cool minty breath fanning over my collarbone and jawline.

"Always and forever Clare, I'm all yours." And it's as Apollo gifted her smile with the power of a thousand suns, cause gods her smile was bright and as beautiful as the star itself.

"Let's go back to the campfire, don't miss out because of him." She gets up holding out a hand to me. I take her hand locking our fingers letting her pull me up.

She leads me through tall trees up to a gleaming light. We take a seat by the campfire. I lock my arm around hers leaning into her body warmth on this humid but breezy night.

Across from me I see Luke and Rosalyn laughing and holding hands strolling over to us. I expected a punch in the gut, but nothing came, instead my mind still raced at the thought of Clarisse's lips on mine.

I look up and focus on her features her blazing eyes and beautiful full lips, everything about her was perfect.

"What happened when I was gone, because you two seemed to cuddled up to be enemies." Rosalyn points at our locked arms and intertwined hands.

"A lot" I giggle.

Luke and herself settle down next to us, giggling away as he places ginger kisses on her collarbones. And I could care less.

Clarisse laughs and jokes about something stupid with her siblings and I feel as if her smile is hypnotic, a spell that puts me in a deep trance.

"Whatcha staring at pretty girl?" She says and that catches roses attention turning away from Luke to see my reply.

"You, always you." I smile up at her.

She leans down slowly placing a kiss on my lips as if they were as fragile as china glass.

"Woah so i definitely missed a whole entire chapter because what the gods just happened." Rosalyn said with her eyebrows raised.

I laugh and Clarisse chuckles.

"I asked halo to be my girlfriend and she said yes." Clarisse confirmed, with possessive arms snaking around my waist, holding me flush against her body.

"I can see that." Rose said.

"I also wanted to say that I feel bad for making a move on.. I know how you felt and I was selfish." Rose looks down at her nails.

"Don't even sweat it, that was the best decision you have ever made." I say looking over to Clarisse, who was in her own world with her siblings.

"Yeah I bet" she smirks turning back around.

Who knew the person I resented would eventually be the woman to sweep me off my feet.

It’s six am and I’m tired goodnight.☠️

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #percy jackson #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse x female reader #luke castellan #aphrodite #fluff #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #grover underwood

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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I really liked the Isekaid!Tartaglia x Character!Fem!Reader you did.

I could see Kaeya doing the same to Character!Fem!Reader by using the information he gathered from the game to make the reader do what he says to gain the information he has.

cw. fem!reader, sagau?, switched roles (reader is the character, kaeya is the player), perverted!kaeya, blackmail, manipulation, bl0wj0bs, v4g1n4l s3x, one-sided h4t3 s3x, semi-public s3x, s3x tapes, implied s0mn0 at the end, some non-genuine insults towards kaeya sorry heh.., not beta-read or edited

a/n. sorry if this took long, i was procrastinating once again and was in the mix of completing this render in blender and speedrunning the events in genshin. my f2p self can't handle wasting some valuable primos.. other than that, i'm still unmotivated but i wanna get some fullfic requests done.

masterlist | tag system | 17- & MASC-ALIGNED PLEASE DNI! THIS IS ONLY FOR FEMALE AUDIENCES.

I can see him blackmailing you about telling the people of Monstadt about you being part of Khaenri'ah origin, how your plan was to destroy Monstadt and many more dark secrets you didn't want revealed. You didn't know who this bastard was and his intention nor how did he know your name and backstory.

He introduces himself as Kaeya and by the simple scroll of his 'gallery', you knew he was a weirdo. He had so many pictures of you in different positions and ugh, you didn't wanna know what that locked folder had at all even if he insisted that it wasn't bad. You can't trust him, especially after he threatened to tell your secrets to the whole of Monstadt. But oh wait, he won't reveal it if you do something for him.. You have a bad feeling about this.. This guy was extremely.. Unhinged and dirty. You wouldn't wanna know what he'd want you to do in exchange for his mouth to stay shut.

Still, you didn't want to end things off like that. What could wrong with trying to please this man? Everything but you need to endure it for your sake.

Goodness, your eye was going to get sore from the amount of flashing lights you're witnessing from that device called a phone. Seems like he wanted to savor the moment a bit seeing his 'waifu' in a position he never dreams her doing. It's like a one-in-a-trillion chance of having and he felt lucky having you like this.

Oh how it was hard to resist to fuck your throat right then and there but to be honest, what's stopping him?

Fuck, your voice was feeling hoarse everytime he thrusted into your tight throat and he wasn't stopping until he was satisfied. You were practically choking from the amount of cum inside of your mouth and his girthy length that was endlessly pounding your mouth. Even after that was finished, he wasn't satisfied, instead, he pulled out of you and forced you to swallow all of his seed before flipping you over and forcing you on all fours as he positions his cock inside of you once again.

You hated him, hated his fucking guts for being so disgusting and using you for his own advantage but you couldn't help but moan at how good it felt being railed to celestia by his dick pressing all those good spots. Kaeya's hand was gripping so hard on your hip while the other went to grip your chin and kiss you messily to keep your mouth shut from making too much noise that would alert anyone nearby. He knew the guards were nearby or maybe someone worse who would catch you in the act.

The two of you would lay down tiredly, well, mostly you. Kaeya was sitting up and taking pictures of your tired and messy form but you could care less right now, as long as your information didn't get leaked to the whole of Monstadt, you could rest but now wasn't the time. You wished to get up and change but you were way too fatigued from the endless rounds of him fucking you over and over again. This guy was really pent up but you kind of expected that seeing that he basically never touched a woman except his mother.

He was kind enough to dress you up and take you to your house. Of course, why would he leave his favorite girl out in the open, completely vulnerable? He wanted to spend more time to spend time with her in the first place but since she was being so good, he decided to let you rest.

But all of us know that he still had some pent up energy inside of him so what did he do? Pick his phone up again, connected his earphones to it and watched the lewd videos of you getting fucked by him. Your moans were making him hard again, your begging and cum-stained face had him unable to resist what he wanted to do with you.

Looking over your body that was sleeping soundly, he unbuckled his pants once again. Setting his phone down with the recording app still on for what he was about to do to you.

#notsodivininglover ; king’s pages #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader

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bisexualraichu · 6 months

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since purgatory is ending here is a messy list of random BOLAS?!?!?! moments I liked since they were my main POV

- THE GAS MASK DEATH CULT!!! It was so iconic and I can imagine them just acting like normal when they go home but once in a while making some unnerving reference to the Gas or something 😭 haha remember that time we were in a cult guys that was crazy... *eyes twitching bc of toxic gas abstinence* they will never look at a gas mask the same way again and neither will I

- It was so sweet how much more they bonded and how they mostly tried to log in together. It was surprising how much Charlie logged in this event even off-stream, but even if it isn't his typical gameplay style you could tell he just enjoyed spending time with BOLAS?!?! :')

- All the Dadza jokes lol Loved it when Phil would log off and they'd just be completely lost and be like WHAT DO WE DO NOW??? DO WE FALL AND DIE??? DO WE GIVE EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO BLUE TEAM??? DO WE INVITE BADBOYHALO OVER?? LMAO

- Also Baghera sometimes playing a bratty kid and being super happy whenever she got Phil's approval 😭😭 and the way how this relates to her lore and how she never had a real childhood WAWAWAWAA

- BAGHERA'S CHAINSAW!!! the stuff of Quackity's nightmares LOOL please giver her a chainsaw at Quesadilla 👉👈

- Girlboss gatekeep gaslighter Jaiden... that day she just kept dying and playing up the damsel in distress card and then got kidnapped by the Blue Team AND THEN kidnapped the Green Team(?)'s goblin by complete accident that was so funny lmaooo

- The entirety of Day 2 from Red POV felt like a sitcom episode lol Like Charlie's POV in particular was insane, when he kidnapped the fucking NPC and then chased Quackity and then they tried gaslighting him in global chat akkasjdkkdkd and all that culminating in their first win after a rocky start, that day was just pure CINEMA

- CARRE THE ARGENTINIAN BEAST !!! even if he didn't log in as much I think him being there for the first days was crucial for Red's morale lol, love the way he would mostly play silently and then unmute to say something unhinged, the "ay papi" clip is a one shot kill for me even when I know it's coming

- The fucking "HOLY SHIT KILL YOURSELF" from Jaiden with Charlie going "LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!" while everyone else equally died in the bg when they got a disaster in day 1...... that clip is everything to me

- THE FUCKING BARKING AND CHANTING EVERY TIME THEY GOT TOXIC GAS AJSJDJDJAK???!?!?

- Ok the Egg War event in general was so cool. Foolish's castle was the true star of the show and it was great how he and Cellbit worked together to make the perfect fortress. And Cellbit's strategy of not showing the egg's location on-stream made me even more tense as a viewer because I had NO IDEA whether green team was getting close to the egg or not

- Slimeriana reunion! That happened. In the Global Spawn Pool. Yeah. Let us never speak of it again

- That clip of Cellbit oneshotting Tina and her scream being cut off 😭

- The clip of Phil just leaving a serious discussion with Fit and BBH and then seeing Baghera laughing hysterically and her saying "PHILZA GET IN THE VC!! :D" and he gets in and they're just playing loud vaccuum noises while mining sand lmao

- When everyone was discussing the egg statues on VC and Bagi and Cellbit were yelling at each other(in RP) and Bagi called him her brother and Phil went "YOU GUYS ARE SIBLINGS???" and then Cellbit muted her, peak sibling behavior

- Tubbo saying "okay gay murder boy" and Cellbit responding "hows fred btw" and Tubbo logging off LOL I just love every moment of qCellbit and qTubbo being toxic gays towards each other

- oh god how could I forget, CELLBIT BEING DISTRACTED BY ROIER'S MUSCLES DURING THE EGG WAR I HATE THEM😭

- And finally, something I'll really miss from this event: when the server would close and all the CCs would hang out together in VC and talk about the day and play games together :'')

could list more but I'm tired and just going off memory. anyways rip purgatory it was def exhausting but overall i did have a lot of fun(definitely more than the election LOL)

#qsmp #qsmp team bolas

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yukimiyaz · 1 year

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NOTHING BUT GOOD

miya atsumu x gn!reader

includes: afab!reader. pegging. use of good boy. subby (?) tsum. he is very needy.

notes: another old fic. i like this one

Some days are really hard.

Some days your apartment door opens with nothing more than a quiet squeak of the hinges instead of a shouted out warm welcome. Some days the thud of a duffel bag lands in the foyer instead of being carried to the bedroom where it belongs. Some days the footfalls land a little heavier as they drag across the hardwood floor.

Some days Atsumu comes to you with tired eyes and heavy limbs and just… needs.

Today is one of those days. You’d actually had today off, by the grace of your boss, and you’d just enjoyed it to yourself as one would do: lounging around and doing chores languidly to pass the time until your boyfriend comes home. In fact, you’re in the middle of said lounging when you hear it.

Just sitting on the couch, attention split between the sitcom on tv and your phone screen as you absentmindedly swipe, the locks on the apartment door click. It’s not visible from where you’re perched, but audible as the door opens. And then it shuts. And there’s no yell throughout your home. And you know before the sound of shoes being kicked off hits your ears.

So you place your phone down onto the cushion beside you and you take a breath. Because this is a routine and a drill and you know. So you sit. And you wait.

Atsumu drags himself into the living room, just at the entrance of it, like his feet are too heavy to take him any further. His eyes are already searching for yours as you look over to him from your spot on the couch, lids low and gaze glassy. It’s a standstill for a moment, a staring match across the small expanse of your apartment living room. It’s static, silent, stiff.

And then it breaks.

“Baby,” Atsumu mumbles. His lip is trembling already, his arms reaching out as he takes staggering steps forward, and he just needs. “Please.”

You meet him before he can take more than three steps, cradling his face in your hands and rubbing your fingers into the soft spot behind his ears. It’s faint, the hitch in his breaths as he clings to you, grips onto you with something equally weak yet firm.

“Hey, you’re okay. It’s okay,” you coo, staring up into watery warm hues. And he nods, because he knows that it is—knows that he’s finally in the comfortable ease of his own home again—but he doesn’t relax, doesn’t unhinge. So you nod back, give him a sweet smile, and slide your hands down to his and tug.

It’s an odd sort of ache that winds in your chest when he’s like this; quiet, tense, uncomfortable. He’s easy to pull, to tug through your apartment and wind around until you’re in your bedroom. Which to anyone else might seem funny—the sight of six foot something, pristinely built, all compact muscle, perfect athletic vision Miya Atsumu stood before you with eyes that resemble that of a kicked puppy. He might be big, but like this he feels so incredibly small.

“Tough practice?” You ask, palms smoothing over his chest. He leans into your touch, sighs as your fingers slide down and slip beneath the fabric of his shirt.

“Yeah, I just—I was off my game and Coach kept yelling at me and Meian wouldn’t get out of my face and then I had to stay late and I..” His voice wavers. He bites down on his lip to try to stop it from wobbling. “I’m just so tired.”

Leaning up, you press a kiss to his cheek. Then the corner of his mouth. Then on his lips, tugging his bottom one out from the confinement of his teeth and soothing it with your kiss. He chases after you as you pull away, and you offer him one more peck before you start sliding his shirt up.

“I know,” you soothe, slowly slipping the material up and over Atsumu’s head, his already messy locks rustling even more. “Poor baby, you must be exhausted. Want me to handle it? Take care of you?”

And what little restraint Atsumu might have still held within himself crumbles. Shatters and breaks and fizzles out instantly and he’s nodding again, frantically, the need practically dripping from his eyes. His fingers dig into your hips then release, and he’s pulling you to him then stepping back then leaning in and he’s just so insanely overwhelmed and he just..

“Okay,” you assure, press your hand to his chest and push him back until his knees hit the bed and he’s falling onto the mattress. “Okay. Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

It’s better, simpler after he gives in. The way he moves under your hands, leans in and arches and lifts and does everything like he’s supposed to—follows your routine like the back of his hand. Your fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats, curl under the hem of them as well as his underwear, and he’s so good, raises his hips off the bed just like he knows he should so you can slip the material off his hips and down his legs. He hisses, sucks in a breath as the cool air hits his cock and you hum as you drop the garments to the floor and slide your hands to his hips.

“Pretty,” you note, thumb kneading circles into one of his hips as your other hand ghosts over his pelvis. “Always so pretty for me, Tsum. My pretty boy.”

It’s a whimper, or something that resembles it, that slips through his lips. He’s reaching for you again, staring at you through thick lashes, trying to draw you closer. Like he can’t bear to be apart from you any longer, like if he isn’t pressed fully to you this second he’ll lose it.

(A part of you thinks he just might).

His legs open on instinct as he tugs you to him, slots you in between them with so much surety. You belong there, is the implication, this is how we were made to fit. He’s quick to find your lips, meld your mouths together to muffle the breathy whines that try to bubble out as his crotch brushes against you. He’s always so sensitive like this, like his skin is buzzing underneath your touch. And he might be a showboat, but you know the show he puts on inside these bedroom walls is completely and utterly genuine.

You let him keep you there for a while; lazy, sloppy kisses and his hips pressing into yours as he indolently searches for friction, for pleasure. Any kind that you’ll offer. Atsumu’s always open—his expressions, tone, gestures—bares himself to you on a silver platter without any attempt to conceal it. It’s one of the things you love about him, one of the things that makes you love watching him fall apart.

Your lips leave his mouth and start trailing kisses down his jaw. Open mouthed presses and light nips into his skin that do well in distracting him from the way your hand slips from his hip, skims the inside of his thigh. It makes the gasp he lets out as you run your finger along his rim a hell of a lot more delicious, the arch in his back twice as captivating. You smile against his throat, murmur into him as you continue to tease.

“You sound so pretty, baby. You know that?” And as if on cue a feather light moan shakes out of him as you feint the push of your finger inside, add just a smidge of pressure to his puckered hole without actually breaching it.

“Please,” Atsumu breathes, one hand twisting up the sheets beside him as the other tugs at your shirt. “Need you, fucking need you. Please .”

“Okay, easy.” You laugh. But it isn’t condescending, not berating in any way. It makes a ghost of a smile curl up Atsumu’s lips, the first one that’s graced his face since he’s gotten home, as he tugs your shirt up and off of you. “Gotta get you ready first.”

As you go to reach over to the nightstand drawer to retrieve your lube and strap, a hushed murmur catches your attention. You pause, hand already dipped in the drawer as you look down at your boyfriend.

“What was that, Tsum?”

He turns his face from you, a flush rising to his cheeks as his lip juts out ever so slightly. His cute little tell for when he’s embarrassed, when he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s getting flustered. (But he bares himself to you always, and right now is no different).

“I don’t need you to, you know..” And it’s cute, how he’s still trying to press into you as you receive what you were going for and sit back on your haunches. “Took a shower before I left the gym so I'm—I'm good.”

Yeah, so maybe it’s a little cheeky, the grin that stretches across your lips at Atsumu’s admission. But god, of course he did. You should have known by the look on his face when he walked in the apartment. You give his thigh a squeeze as you lift it over your own.

“Well aren’t you such a good boy,” you praise—and this time maybe it is a tad condescending, but you still mean it.

Popping the lid open on the lube, you don’t tear your eyes away as you pour some on your fingers. Normally you have to prep him again even after he does it himself; he always does a sloppy job, rushes himself so he’s not fully ready, is still too tight to properly take you. But this time something flutters inside your chest as you press two fingers to his hole, and they slide in easily. Doesn’t make it actually loose though, and Atsumu groans at the intrusion as his hips grind down in a way that clearly isn’t under his control.

“O-oh fuck ,” he breathes as you pump them in and out slowly, rhythmically. It’s whiny, high pitched, and a flush is already trying to speckle his perfectly toned chest.

Your little show stopper’s breaking through already.

“Just perfect.” You hook your fingers, ever so slightly, just to hear the choked moan that you know will be pulled from him. He doesn’t disappoint, he never does, and you do it again so you can watch the way his mouth hangs open in a pant. “Always so good and perfect for me, hm?”

It’s not a question, you don’t even expect an answer—not with the way his hips are jerking on your fingers and his breath is already coming out so shallow and you haven’t even done anything yet—but you watch as he shakes his head, as that crease between his brow returns. You don’t like it.

“No,” he huffs, screws his eyes shut in the way he does when he’s mad at himself. “Not good. Coach ‘n Meian ‘n the team sai—”

“Hey.” It’s bitten, your tone, as you cut him off. Your fingers still inside him as you lean forward and your free hand cups his jaw. His eyes crack open barely, just enough to see you through thick lashes. Warm honey bracketed with deep black. “What they said doesn’t matter. Listen to me, ‘kay? You’re good, baby. So fucking good.”

And Atsumu’s eyes have been glossy the whole time, lashline dangerously wet with each pretty little blink of his, but now it seems to nearly overflow, that delicate river threatening to escape. And he just needs so much and so fully and he can never hide anything from you so a second later he’s grabbing for your strap with fumbling fingers and misty eyes and a wavering voice and begging you, for god knows what.

“Now. Now, please. Need—”

“Hey,” and it’s softer, warmer this time as you slide your fingers out gently and stop his frantic hands. “I said I've got you, right?” He nods. “Okay, so just lay back and look pretty for me. I’ll do it.”

He’s still for a moment, chest rising a sliver too sporadic as he tries to suck in a breath, but then he sighs out an ‘okay’ and retracts his hands from your strap as he lets himself sink back into the mattress again. His eyes feel like fire as he watches you, studying your every move like he’s trying to catalog it as you lift yourself up to discard your pants and slip the strap on as quickly as possible. It has you buzzing with excitement, has your stomach churning with something akin to fire.

You’d like to have the option to take your time, maybe tease him a little, draw it out until he’s going absolutely crazy over this. But today you can’t give yourself such a luxury because he’s wound too tight, too close to breaking in the ways you aren’t too fond of, so that fun will have to be postponed to another time. Right now you need to make him feel good. That’s all that matters.

It doesn’t take long to squeeze lube into your hand and stroke it up the fake cock strapped to you—(MSBY colors, custom made. It’s a bit funny, and you remember teasing Atsumu about it when it came in the mail. But seeing how his pupils blew when he saw it strapped on you? Especially accompanied with his jersey? Yeah, you got the appeal)—but it must be a bit too long for Atsumu because by the time you get ready to line up with him he’s squirming, almost fussy when you’re finally set.

One palm splays on his waist, giving a comforting squeeze, while you use the other to guide your cock towards his hole. You rub the tip against it a few times, tease the entrance with tantalizing circles swirled in tight patterns. Then there’s another squeeze to his waist, a glance to his pretty flushed face, and you press the tip in.

Music to your ears is what it is—the sound Atsumu lets out at the intrusion. You’re barely in, just the head of the cock nestled into him, but his eyes are already glazing over. It’s a familiar sight, watching him trying to decide whether to clench or unclench his jaw as he fights the urge to give in fully. And it’s always such a futile thing, because both of you know that he’ll always succumb to it and let you lure him into a place that holds nothing but pleasure.

But some days are hard, and some days Atsumu needs a little help, a little nudge in the right direction when his mind won’t switch off because it’s too busy trying to convince him he doesn’t deserve it.

So just like always, you help him.

“Tsumu, baby,” you murmur, low and sweet, as you wait for his eyes to meet yours. When they do, your breath nearly hitches at the sight, because his gaze is already so exceedingly love drunk that it almost makes you feel guilty for what you’re about to do.

Almost.

You slide your palm up his chest, skim your nails along the taut skin ever so gently, before nestling your hand right over his heart. It’s static, electric, for just a split second.

“I love you.”

And it’s evil, so fucking evil how you know what it does to him when you say that. How you know it drives him up the fucking wall. How you know it always steals his breath and stutters his heart. How you know it makes him so undeniably pliant under your grasp. How you know it makes his brain go irrevocably dumb and turn into mush without fail every single time.

How you use all of that to your advantage and shove your cock into him all the way to the hilt without so much as a warning.

It really is a goddamn show, the sight of Atsumu arching so hard you can hear his breath being cut off. The moan—if you can even call it that—he lets out is nothing short of obscene. Pornstars would be jealous, you think. With his perfect curvature and damn near angelic sounds and the way his chest is just so prettily painted pink and heated to the touch. Fuck, he’s so good.

“Ya hear me, baby?” You question, and if he were able to think straight right now you know he’d be absolutely pissed with how coy you’re able to sound. You rub one soothing hand on his chest and the other along his thigh, humming to yourself as you notice his dick twitch against his abdomen, the crystal pearl of precum dripping from the tip. “Love you, pretty boy.”

“Y-Yeah, I d-di—” it’s garbled, distorted as his back finally crashes back to the mattress again. And you’re still pressed all the way into him, a sweetly snug fit that has him throbbing. He wants to finish his sentence but he can’t remember what he was gonna say. “(Y/n). (Y/n).”

“I know, baby. I know,” you coo and he preens and you drag your nails down his chest and across his golden skin until they find the meat of his thighs. “Hold on, you’re doing so well.”

And as you slide the strap out of him slowly, inch by inch, Atsumu has a certain feeling winding in his gut like he should really think about what you said.

The realization that he should have took your words literally and held the fuck on to something hits him about a milisecond too late when suddenly you’re snapping your hips forward again and knocking the breath out of him for the second time around. Each snap is just as good, just as firm and sure and aimed fucking perfectly as his hands scramble for something to hold onto.

They end up settling on you, reaching up to cup the back of your neck, wrap around your shoulder, until suddenly there’s a fist in your hair and you’re being tugged down towards a panting mouth and glazed over eyes. It’s sloppy, the way Atsumu kisses you, like he’s trying to swallow you up and devour whatever he can of you—all tongue and teeth and whines spilling past slippery lips. Your hips don’t stop, rolling and thrusting and grinding into him in all the ways that make him lose his mind.

He throws his head back but he keeps you close, refuses to let go as he clings to you while you fuck him. It’s all throaty, cracked groans tumbling out. Mixed curses of your name and pleads to go faster, begs to slow down, more and less and everything in between like he’s not even sure what he wants anymore. The only thing he knows he wants is you, and you he has completely.

A certain roll of your hips makes his dick twitch where it’s pressed between your bodies, and it’s such a violent jerk you can feel it. You lean forward and press your lips to the exposed skin of Atsumu’s throat, biting and sucking and lapping at the pretty canvas he’s just exposed to you so freely. While your mouth settles on his neck, your hand sneaks between you, lower and lower and lower until.

“A-ah !” Atsumu shrieks when your hand wraps around his cock. It’s a little overwhelming and a whole lot mind shattering as you match the strokes of your hand to that of your silicone dick nestled in him. He keeps trying to say something, you can tell by the vibrations of his throat against your lips, but it can never quite make it out.

It doesn’t take long before you can tell he’s already close, hips jerking and bucking and rocking as he tries to press any part of his body to you that he can. His breathing has turned erratic, the sounds he’s producing becoming more and more profane as the seconds pass. He can’t find anything to focus on, between your mouth and your hand and your cock his mind is all scattered. He wants to hold on, wants to stave off that tight rubber band in his gut a little bit longer.

But then your mouth is skimming up and you’re nosing your way towards his hairline and suddenly your lips are brushing against his ear, your breath warm on the side of his face.

“Go ahead and cum, Tsumu,” you whisper, hot and sweet and in the voice that makes poor Atsumu see fucking stars. “Be my good boy and cum.”

It hits him hard, mind numbingly so as his fingers dig into the back of your neck and between your shoulders. And suddenly he’s cumming with a long, scratchy mantra of your name, arching into you and choking on a sob that wracks through his whole body. You work him through it, continue the shallow grind of your hips and slow strokes on his dick as cum runs over your fingers. It takes longer than normal for the tremors in his legs bracketing your waist to die down, more time than usual for his grip on you to ease out as he fights to catch his breath. Finally he pushes out a low whine for you to stop, so you ease off your ministrations and allow his body to melt into the afterglow of pleasure.

You press a kiss to his cheek, his temple, his forehead as you murmur to him, tell him just how good he did, how he did so well for you, just like always. He sighs into your touch, but it isn’t desperate now. He allows himself this, for you to smooth out the last few remaining bits of edge left in his body.

Though honestly, he thinks you might have fucked all of it out of him.

“You okay, Tsum?” You ask as you finally lean back, rubbing familiar little patterns into his hip as you slowly ease out of him, drinking in the last little hiss he lets out at suddenly being empty.

“Yeah. Yeah I'm.. Fuck , I’m really okay.” And you watch as he says it, see the dopey little grin spread across his lips that has your stomach flipping in real time. He reaches for your hand with a heavy arm, feeling around until his fingers lace with yours, and brings it close to his chest. “I really needed that, thank you.”

“Of course. Always.”

You allow him a few minutes like this, basking in the remains of his afterglow, but the cum on your hand is starting to dry and Atsumu’s going to need a second shower now so you ready yourself for the tantrum you know is about to ensue and start to separate from him. And it’s immediate, the whine you know is coming, the instant grappling for you again as you pull away and slip off the bed. You blow out a laugh and shake your head, working the strap off of you and sitting it on the nightstand to deal with later.

“Oh quit it, you big baby. You were just being so good and now you’re gonna be a brat?” It’s teasing, light, and that tension that was so prominent in the air when your boyfriend came home today is long gone.

“I’m not a brat, I just want you.” And that’s the second thing you’re already expecting: the puppy eyes and pouty lip he throws your way as he silently tries to coax you back to the bed.

But unfortunately for him you became immune to his tactics a long time ago.

“No sir, you are in desperate need of another shower so let’s get you up. Come on,” you usher, tugging at his arm and rolling your eyes fondly at the groans and grumbles he mutters under his breath.

He pushes himself to the edge of the mattress and looks up to you expectantly. You know that look on his face, and you know it means something absolutely ridiculous is about to come out of his stupidly pretty mouth.

“Carry me?” Atsumu questions, holding his arms out expectantly, seriously. You greatly consider smacking him across the face with the hand that’s covered in his cum.

“I hate you,” you curse him, but lean down to let him drape himself over your shoulders and all but drag him towards your bathroom anyways. He’s fucking heavy, and he knows it too by the way he chuckles into your neck and provides little to no assistance in your trek to the bathroom.

“Nah, you love me,” he slurs, and you can’t even attempt to fight off the smile that twitches at your lips. Because, yeah, you do.

“Only when you’re good.”

“You said ’m always good.”

And yeah, you did.

So you just grin, twist around in his arms so you can face the faux-blond draped over you, and kiss him searing and warm and fully. You drink in the little yelp he lets out, then push out one of your own as he shoves you against the bathroom wall and kisses you like he’s suddenly found his second wind.

And it’s good and he’s good and you love it.

Very much.

#yukimiyaz writing #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

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neo404 · 11 days

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feel better

summary: nick has a long day, so you help him feel better

tw: nsfw

i hear nicks voice message as i walk into my room. my hair damp from my shower, i sigh as i hear that he is having a rough day, today he comes to have a sleepover and i wanted to have a nice time with him, we still can, but i hate it when he comes grumpy, it makes me feel a bit sad that i cant always help him.

i send a message trying to comfort him and reasure him that it will be fine, that he just has to wait a few hours more and we can cuddle in front of my tv while he tells me all about his (in his words) annoying lame brothers.

i clean up my room a bit as i wait for him to come home. he said he was on his way, so i quickly changed clothes and sat in my livingroom waiting for the knock on my door, i look down at my phone and open tiktok, i scroll pass some funny videos and some romantic/cute couple videos, i see some slides that read "when he is having a bad day, so i suck it away" i snorted at this, amazed by the peoples unhinged comments about their partners and how they will do this or how they want their partner to do this.... wait, my boyfriend is having a bad day, should i-.

KNOCK KNOCK.

i shake the thought away as i stand up, i hear some keys moving and the door opens, he used the spare key i gave him a long time ago.

"honey." i say as i walk to him as hug him tightly, his tired eyes looking at mine as i kiss his lips softly.

"hi." he whispers. we stand there a long time, his face buried in the crook of my neck, i hear him hum and sigh against my skin.

"lets go lay down on my room." nick doesn't reply, he just hums. i pull our of the hug, but he grabs my hand snd walks closely to me as i close and lock the door, then on the kitchen i pour a glass of water for him, his hand still on mine, and when we were walking to my room he was practicaly glued to me, his chest against my back as we made it to my bed.

"wanna tell me about your day?" i ask as i sit make him sit on the edge of the bed.

"hm, bot really. just the usual fights with matt anc chris, just that today they decided to be more annoying than usual, dumb kids." he rolls his eyes, i walk closer to him and his large arms wrap around my waist.

"maybe i can help to make you feel better."

"yeah? how will you do that?" he smiles weakly and looks up at me. i rub his shoulders and smile at him.

"maybe... i can eat you out." i see his cheeks burn up a bit, mine do too. even when we have been together for a long time and have done all kinds of things with eachother, we always get flustered when initiating intimate things.

"i- shit. how can i say no to that." i kiss his check and then go down on my knees in front of him, he looks down at me and grins.

"i'll make you feel better, i promise." i say as i start to feel his bulge over the thick fabric of his pants. he shuts down a moan.

"im sure you will." i feel his dick get harder from my touch, nick rolls and buckles his hips a bit as he tries to get mote pleasure.

"just relax, let me do the job." i unbuckle his jeans and with his help i push them down. his boxers have a wet spot right were his tip lays against the fabric, he seems a bit embarrased about it. "aww, such a messy boy." i see his face get red and he looks away. "its okay, baby, i know you needed this." i grab his lenght over the fabric and i rub my thumb against the wet spot, his sensitive cock twitching all over.

"fuck, need ylur mouth, please." he whines.

"who am i to say no to my pretty boy?" i play with the hem of his boxer a bit, pulling the elastic band and letting go of it so it slaps against his skin. i slide them down just enough for his lenght to stand up in front of me. white drop rolling down his lenght, i give lick and kisses to his head, my hand grabbing the base of his dick and my other hand playing with his half clothes balls.

i push it inside my mouth, at first slowly and teasing him a bit, he throws his head about, his mouth opens and lets out pretty moans and deep groans. my head moves up and down, every time deeper and faster, sloppy just like he loves it. now the room is filled with wet noises and nicks moans, praises and "i love you"s scaping his mouth.

his hips buckle and his legs tremble, his breath is uneven and one of his hands push down on my head making me gag. tears pooling in my face, his dick twitching and pulsing inside of me. i hear him cry out that he is close. i keep moving with his helps and when i least expect it i feel the warm liquid hit my throat. i pull away and cough a little, then i swallow, his taste all over my tongue, i get up and sit on his lap, his head resting on my chest as he tries to catch his breath.

"did you liked it." i ask and he nods.

"loved it."

"im glad." i kiss his forehead and move the little hairs sticking to his forehead out of the way.

"shit, thanks, it was amazing." he buries his head into me and rubs his cheek against my chest.

"im glad you enjoyed. lets go get you cleanned up."

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(Not) My Baby (1)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: Rafe and Y/N can't stand each other. A fact. And yet he approaches her with an unusal request.

Warnings: none so far

A/N: A College!AU Rafe Cameron. Enemies to lovers trope. A wedding date needed and a desperate Rafe willing to do whatever it takes to get his way. A fake dating trope. What more can we want, right? If you'd like to see more of these two nemesis let me know! I'd love to know what you thought of this part :)

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(Not) My Baby (Part 1)

The morning wasn't particularly foreboding. The wind was crisp, the birds were still chirping in the trees and the smell of coffee coming from the local cafe was still potent and inviting. There was no storm cloud or shiver up her spine, nothing that might indicate an approaching disaster. Y/N's morning started off like any other. A routine cup of coffee to wake herself up before her classes was what she was aiming for in that particular moment. The moment that came crashing down when a familiar voice hit her ear.

She had just placed her order, after exchanging pleasantries with the barista who she knew from one of her classes. She hadn't heard or felt him approach. It was as if he snuck up on her like a predator with a purpose and there were no alarm bells to warn her.

"Hey, Y/N/N." His low rasp, courtesy of the still early hour, felt almost whispered into her ear even though it wasn't. He was close. Too close. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she was finally on high alert.

She turned slowly, acting nonchalant, and met his eyes. He looked good, as he always did. Eyes a little tired but still bright, hair messy on his forehead - though his lips lacked his usual smirk. It took her by surprise, but she didn't show it. She blinked at him, seeming unaffected by his presence even though she was anything but.

"What do you want?" Her voice betrayed nothing; no emotion, no attitude. She could see him swallow and internally cursed her eyes for following the movement - so sure he would tease her for it but surprised when he didn't. He seemed somber for some reason and this made her uneasiness grow. It didn't last long, however, because the familiar playful smirk she despised finally made an appearance.

"Do I have to want something? Can't I just say hey to a friend?" She had to physically restrain the eye roll that so desperately wanted to escape. The serious expression was gone from his face, as was the growing uneasiness inside her - replaced instead by her well practiced annoyance at his existence.

"Are you having a stroke? Do I need to call 911?" Her usual attitude, seemingly reserved just for him, finally cracked her facade and it made him want to sigh in relief. Finding comfort in their familiar dynamic, knowing this conversation was anything but.

The barista seemed reluctant to interrupt the standoff, but ultimately decided to do her job by sliding Y/N's drink to her. She thanked her, welcoming the distraction and the opportunity to finally end this odd exhange.

"Look, can we put the whole "hating each other" thing on pause for five minutes?" His voice was exasperated and she might have been amused at that, had his words not sunk in then. She grabbed her coffee, turning to face him.

"I don't hate you." She was looking him right in the eye, the conviction in her voice taking him by surprise.

"What?" He seemed confused, trying to process her words, while also keeping track of what he was trying to say before she shook him.

"You might hate me, Rafe. But I don't hate you." A step closer from her, a gulp from him. "I just don't like you."

And with that, she brushed past him walking out the door. Leaving him standing there, a million things running through his head.

She unhinged him. Every time he thought he was in control she ripped the rug from under him and left him spiraling. He had no idea how she always managed to leave him frustrated and confused, but this time was worse. He had something important to talk to her about and she managed to weasel out of a conversation so effortlessly he thought maybe he'd imagined the whole interaction. But the barista staring at him and the impatient patrons in line behind him made it all very real. So he hurried out the door, embarrassed and annoyed, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to get what he needed from her when she wanted nothing to do with him.

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The morning classes had gone as expected; boring and a waste of her time. But attendance was mandatory so she endured. She had a wonderful afternoon of absolutely nothing to do to look forward to. She was thinking about what she wanted to cook tonight when he caught her walking across the campus yard.

"Hey! Wait up." She could not stop the eye roll this time, nor did she try. Twice in one day? Hell, no. He didn't get to do this. She had plans with her couch and a dreamy Duke of Hastings she planned to ogle while devouring a pint of chocolate ice cream. She was not letting him ruin her mood.

She tried to ignore him. Tried to act as if she didn't hear him, even quickened her steps in hopes of losing him. But of course it was futile. He was taller, legs longer, fitter than her - as expected - he caught up in no time. What she didn't expect was his hand wrapping around her arm to halt her steps. He did not just grab her.

She whipped around quickly, the surprise knocking him back a step. The look on her face showed him just how pissed she was and he didn't quite understand the reason until she looked down at his hand that was still grasping her bicep and he immediately let go. He didn't even realize he was touching her, too focused on just getting her to stop moving. He wasn't sure why it bothered her as much as it did, it was an innocent touch after all.

"What is it?" The indiference from this morning long gone, her annoyance was showing through in every syllable. He needed to correct course.

"I was going to grab lunch at the sandwich place. Wanna come with?" His cool, calm, collected facade was holding on by a thread, the nerves making his palms sweat. He wasn't sure how she was going to react but he knew it wouldn't be good.

"Excuse me?" Now it was her turn to be confused. What the hell was he playing at? They didn't hang out, they didn't 'come with' to have lunches together. The only time they were in each other's presence, although reluctantly, was when they were with their friend group.

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It started about 6 months ago. One of her friends started hooking up with one of his and all of a sudden they were all hanging out together every time they went out. She hated the entire thing, but her friend was happy and there was no way she could be angry about that. She hoped it might be a short lived inconveniece but the couple was still going strong and somehow she was stuck in the same friend group as Rafe Cameron.

She had always been an introvert but her roomates freshman year vowed to drag her out of her room and into the world. She was grateful if a bit exhausted from all the outings - the two party girls absolutely never missing a good time. But Y/N's idea of a good time was usually a chill night in - not a loud, sweaty frat party or a club with flashing lights that often gave her headaches. Though she did come to enjoy going out with her friends sometimes, she definitely needed breaks to recharge her social batteries.

However, when Lena started dating Kelce, and the friend groups merged - forcing her into the orbit of the one person on campus she couldn't stand - she started to withdraw. She didn't go out as much anymore, preferring to stay in and enjoy her own space and peace. In a way he gave her the excuse she had been looking for; making her friends less often inclined to force her out since they knew the two didn't get along. She missed them though and they missed her - sometimes enough for her to bite the bullet and endure his bullshit. Suffice to say it was a rare occasion and she ended up resenting him for taking her freedom to be around her friends away from her.

So him ambushing her with an invitation to lunch was not only extremely confusing but deeply unsettling too.

"I said: do you wanna come with me to grab lunch?" He repeated himself, as if she had hearing problems.

"Yeah, I heard you. Why?" He was playing with his hands, a nervous tick she had clocked long ago but didn't see often.

"I just thought we could talk..." he trailed off awkwardly and she almost cringed at the uncomfortable tension engulfing them.

"I don't see what we'd have to talk about?" It came out as a question even though she considered it to be a fact. They didn't have anything to talk about.

He sighed, as if he was dealing with a stubborn child. As if she was inconveniencing him instead of the other way around.

"God, can you just chill with the hostility and pretend to be a normal person for one lunch?" There it was. The attitude. The patronizing tone. The look of annoyance. All things he usually reserved for her, now finally making their appearance.

"Well since you asked so nicely..." her tone was as sarcastic as ever. "Nope." She turned around, no longer interested in hearing what he wanted from her. Just wanting to get as far away from this asshole as fast as possible. Her mood had dwindled rapidly and she was left exhausted after the encounter.

An encounter she'd hoped to God was over but clearly wasn't. He grabbed her by the arm again and this time she whipped around, snatching her arm away from him, ready to slap him if he tried touching her one more time.

"What do you want?!" Her voice raised significantly, drawing looks from a few passers by.

"I want to have a conversation." His tone was curt, as if he was holding back from yelling at her. Before she could open her mouth he continued, "in private."

"I'm not having lunch with you. Just say whatever it is you need, so I can leave." Her patience for him was dangerously low and he was pushing it with each passing second.

"What, got a hot date with your bed and Netflix?" It was as if he was incapable of not antagonzing her. He knew he shouldn't have said that by the look on her face.

"Sorry." He didn't sound it. "Look I've just got something that I need to run by you. It won't take long. Just - let's sit down, have a drink and you can hear me out?" He was trying on the easygoing Cameron charm that seemed to work on literally everyone but the woman standing in front of him.

"I'll give you ten minutes to say what you need to say. After that I'm leaving and you're not stopping me." He wanted to roll his eyes but refrained, choosing to nod his head instead.

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They fell into step next to each other. An uncomfortable and stress filled silence dragged with them, all the way to the sandwich bar around the block where they took their seats by the window.

After the waiter took their orders - a sandwich and sweet tea for him and a simple glass of water for her - they were left in an awkward silence once again.

He was dreading the conversation they were about to have while she was getting impatient, wanting nothing more than for this to be over.

"So..." he wasn't meeting her eyes, suddenly looking nervous again. She waited for him to continue. "There's-"

He was interrupted by the waiter bringing them their drinks, leaving both of them repressing a sigh.

"There's this wedding, that I have to go to. Well it's a friend of mine's wedding. She's more like a cousin, really. My dad's goddaughter. Known each other forever..."

He was rambling. Really and truly rambling. If it had been anyone else, in any other scenario, Y/N might have found it endearing. But all she felt was impatience.

"Get to the point." Harsh. He let out an exasperated sigh at her rude interruption.

"If you'd let me finish." He was looking in her eyes now, irritation clear on his face. She rolled her eyes and nodded.

"So it's a big deal. The wedding. Both families are influential." She barely managed to stop the eye roll that begged to be let out at his use of the word, knowing full well he meant they were filthy rich. "Everyone who's anyone is gonna be there." He looked at her pointedly, as if that was supposed to mean something to her. It didn't.

"I need a date. Well not just a date - a perfect date. My dad, he uh - he has certain expectations..." his voice got quieter towards the end of his sentence. If it was anyone else she might have felt a twinge of sympathy right about now, but she didn't.

"That's great and all. But what's any of this got do with me?"

His face was slowly turning more and more red. She wasn't getting it. How was she not getting it?

"That's where you come in." "Where?" He wanted to curse at her ignorance.

"The date part..." She looked more confused than ever before.

"You want me to... what? Help you find a date to your cousin's wedding?" It made no sense. "Why me? I mean I don't know you like that and I don't know your dad or whatever he expects and I'm not exactly a matchmaker - Also I think you're more than capable of getting a date by yourself. Or at least you have in the past..." Now she was rambling. Why couldn't she stop talking?

"What? No! I don't want you to-" his face was in his hands, completely bewildered at her conclusion and outburst. He sighed dragging his hand down his face and looking at her again. She was quiet, watching him expectantly. Did he really need to spell it out?

"I want you to come with me." There. He said it. It was out there.

"Where?" Now she had to be fucking with him. Right?

"To the wedding? As my date."

One. Two. Three. Four. Five seconds.

And then she broke into a fit of laughter like he'd never seen from her before. Not like he even saw her smile often, let alone laugh.

The laughter lasted about a minute. He swore he could see tears in her eyes at one point. She was clutching her stomach trying to catch her breath. He was getting more and more ashamed and pissed off with each passing moment.

When it finally died down, she was left calming her breath, face flushed and a small smile still on it. He had to admit, she looked really cute. But she was laughing at him.

"That was a good one. I have to give it to you." She took a drink of her water right as the waiter placed his sandwich in front of him. He said nothing. He didn't move, didn't touch his food. He just sat there, staring at her, looking both annoyed and... constipated? Or wait... embarrassed. He looked embarrassed.

Suddenly her smile fell and reality hit her full force. He was embarrassed. Which could only mean...

"You weren't joking."

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