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shidouryusm · 7 months

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𓆩♡𓆪✿༝༚༝༚-> tending to gojo satoru when he's sick and you're lovesick

Satoru x gn!reader

1.5k (Y'all shouldn't even be fazed atp im mentally ill ofc I'll write like crazy)

content- fluff, sick!gojo, banters, mentions of death (but not in any angsty way), too corny for its own good.

a.n -> this is way too self-indulgent. I just plastered a piece of my daily delusions with satoru in words. hope y'all will enjoy this little piece mwuah. I'm so lovesick for this idiot im not even embarrassed. a ginormous kiss to @stsgluver and @planetnini for proofreading and nini fixing all the little things. she is my second pair of eyes :3

Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer of his age. The man bestowed with Six Eyes and Limitless, literally untouchable with a millimeter of radius separating him from the physicality of the world. The absolute one man army — is currently whining with a wet towel wrapped around his forehead, rolling over the bed with a mere fever.

“Baby, I think I’ve reached my end. We gotta prepare for my funeral” Satoru mumbles groggily, his eyes partly covered with a damp towel.

“Don’t just say anything, ‘Toru.” you hum, sitting by his side as you massage his head over the towel. He whines with his hands wrapped around your waist, nudging you closer to him.

Your boyfriend has always been an overdramatic nuisance in regards to everything ; a little too spoiled for his own good and a concealed face from the world that always yearns to be babied by you. Yet you cave, almost 9 out of 10 times, for how unconditionally lovable he is and manages to be everytime.

As of now – when he’s all theatrical with a cold fever, lips jutted in a small pout. Face scrunched up — which is scrunching a bit more…his forehead crinkles and nostrils flare-

“ANCHEWWWWW-”

His upper body jolts off the bed from the intensity, spraying droplets of sneeze in the air, the towel from his forehead dropping down to his lap.

You crinkle your nose momentarily from the two second snot hurricane that he just spewed everywhere but you continue to rub gentle circles on his broad back.

His body slumps into the mattress again as you put the towel back on his forehead. Toru shakes his head, “I'm telling you, baby. This is your final moment to write an obituary for me– how your boyfriend was the strongest as he stood resilient against the invisible sickness, and he stepped into the endless journey to the afterworld with the pretty face, hot body-”

“”Toru, do you ever shut up?”

“No I don't. I thought you knew” he pouts before sniffling audibly due to the cold.

You roll your eyes, exhaling a sigh. Nearly impossible to fight against him, even when he's knocked down in the bed. Rather, you decide to run your hands through his snowy white hairs, all splayed out on the mattress. He basks in the touch of your soft hands, humming gently.

“A millions of curses failed to do that and you think a simple virus would? That’s pretty underperforming coming from you, don’t you think, ‘Toru?” you quip amusedly, earning a little scowl from the man.

“Curses are child’s play for me. Your boyfriend isn’t the strongest for no reason.” Satoru grumbles.

“Yet can’t deal with a cold?”

“Now. I can’t fight biology, can I?” a hint of indignance in his voice.

You chuckle as you pinch his cheek,“Just playing with you, sicko boy.” you ruffle his hair before idly playing with them again, your fingers threading through the strands like some soft cushion.

The moment stills into the air with comfortable silence except from the little sniffles Satoru is occasionally letting out. You take in the beauty of this quietude.

The room lits with the mellowy rays of the sun – the slanted, golden beams cutting through the white blinds as it bounces off the white walls, leaving a warm brightness around.

The dust particles dance along the reflecting light on one of the corners and little chirps of birds outside melts into the air. There’s an endless blue casted on the sky and a remarkable silence veils you that is nothing but homely to revel in.

Moments like this are hard to catch like those dusts under the sunlight but living through them feels nothing less than walking into a dream and experiencing every minute humane feelings.

Every note of inanimate objects mixed with the soft song of nature makes your heart bloom with gratitude for feeling through them, especially with Satoru … despite how beat up with fever he may look right now.

You look at your sleeping boyfriend, his face morphing into an expression of comfort and content. Lips partly open to breath due to his congested nose. His chest heaves from the breaths and one of his arms strew across your lap, keeping the warmth of your body close to him.

You marvel at the effortless beauty this man possesses.

Even with a nasty cold, loose t-shirt, sniffling nose and disheveled hair, he managed to look like the most beautiful boy in the world.

Your beautiful boy.

Trailing your hands down his cheek, you gently cup them in your hands, your thumb runs over the rosy swell of his cheek, moving up to his eyelids. his snowy eyelashes brush against the pads of your thumb while you tenderly caress them.

“So beautiful…” you whisper into the air, looking at his sleeping figure with utmost fondness. Completely in awe with your ability to love him to the point of stretching infinity.

Hearing the two words escape your mouth, Satoru couldn’t help but break out of his character. His broad hands wrap around your wrist and he opens eyes with a squint, adjusting to the brightness. A teasing grin breaking out in his face. “Hehe, heard you~” his cerulean eyes brightens on seeing you a little flustered.

Way to ruin the tranquility of the moment.

He pulls your wrist close to his mouth, delicately kissing the inside of your palm, “You know, it’s not bad. I could definitely use some of that kindness every once in a while.” Satoru hums.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything” you feign innocence, not really knowing why you feel the need to deny it.

“Mmhmm. Sure. I just heard voices in my head” he hums sardonically, his hands still tangled with yours.

“Yes. you were dreaming. Fever dreams are pretty common in illnesses.” you counter.

Biting back at Satoru’s remarks was second nature to you, regardless of how lame the topic has to be. As if it’s like the very first time you both have met, setting foot into the relationship with little remarks. The spark that never extinguished in your conversations: of the banters that never goes amiss.

One of the constants in the ever changing wave of your relationship with Satoru. The relief from the turmoil the serious jujutsu world throws at you both.

“anything else, dr.google? the way you are forgetting things you did two seconds back, it’s you who needs to get checked. You were making the most googly eyes at me I’ve ever seen” you gasp, smacking his chest lightly, pulling away your hand from his grasp.

“You’re gonna pass the sickness to me from your mouth, and for the record– I didn’t.” you scoff in defiance, clutching your hand away from him.

“Is this how you treat a sick person? I am wounded, baby,” mock hurt dripping from his words before he starts laughing. His laughter contagiously induces a chortle from you too.

The sound fills the room to the brim as if you guys weren’t cross talking just a minute back.

“That is so childish, why hide? Just accept you were being lovesick” Satoru adds. The laughter dies down a little and he’s back with his armor of words.

“You’re so impossible, ‘Toru. how would you know whether I made googly eyes or not? Your eyes were closed.”

“So you did make googly eyes, for you to be saying that? Such lame comeback. A bit underperforming. coming from you, don’t you think, baby?” he grins, tossing your own words back to you.

You narrow your eyes at him, fighting the urge to bite back your words, knowing the more you will drag it, Satoru will play along.

“Sometimes I feel the only response is to strangle you. What happened to you feeling sick to the point of death? Isn’t it affecting you right now?” you scorn. playfully so.

“Talking to you is the way to my recovery, baby. Your words bring me back from sickness. feel my heart– it’s so alive” Satoru grins like he replied with the most appealing answer ever.

He takes your hand, putting it over his chest. The murmurs of his heartbeat right underneath your palm.

“Well that was repulsive and corny.” you wrinkle your nose. yet, planting your hands right where he kept it.

the feel of his sturdy chest and soft thuds of heart soothes you. He's insufferable but nothing would have you trade such fleeting moments with him.

“Doesn’t matter when I’m hot.” Satoru mutters, his face inches from yours as his nose nudges the side of your cheek.

He’s not wrong but you’d be damned to accept that right now.

“We both know who’s bringing the hotness in this relationship.” you turn around and flick his forehead, getting up from the bed to bring him his medications.

“Yes, it’s me. I am literally quite hot right now”

“Whatever floats your boat, babe", you chuckle. The sound of your laughter ebbing into the hallway as you walk out of the door and Satoru couldn’t feel any more healed.

a.n.2-> if I'm being dead honest to y'all, I intended to make it angsty as fuck by turning the whole thing as a flashback reader has after gojo died 💀💀 but I will spare myself and others for this time.

comments, likes, reblogs are appreciated

tagging : @stsgluver , @kuroosexuall @shotorus + @satoruhour @hannzai + any of my gojo girlies im amnesiac baby i actually forgot yikes

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lymtw · 6 days

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You've always done your best to drill into Toji's head that if he ever needs to have a heart to heart with you, you're there. He pushes his more vulnerable emotions down for you because he fears that if you ever see him break down, you'll be scared. Scared of possibly not being able to console him, scared that he'll break things, just scared in the worst ways possible.

Toji keeping it in works out for him anyway, because the man lives to protect your feelings. Your feelings are more than enough for him, even if he teases you for how emotional you are sometimes. He knows you're delicate, and you crumble at things that would be brushed off so easily by him, but that's not to say that he is asking you to modify yourself to make things easier on him. He's a big boy, he can handle hurricanes.

Toji invited you to spend the night at his apartment, bribing you with words that jumped out at you in his messages.

Movie night? My place?

You read the message over and over again for a good minute or so. Your heart started its usual routine of overworking itself, and you cursed yourself mentally for being such a lovesick fool for Toji. You loved the feeling that came with receiving a text from him first. He was looking for you, he was thinking about you, and from what you understood, he wanted to see you.

What's in it for me?

He chuckles behind his screen. You're an unintentional flirt, and it's amusing to him because it's the recurring reason for why you often find yourself wondering how you ended up with just his sheets wrapped around your body. You lack awareness in terms of how you phrase things, and Toji eats it up like a five course meal.

Time with your man. What else could you want?

Snacks, blankets, cuddles, xyz.

You bringing all that stuff with you?

Joking babe. I'll have all that here for you. Just come already.

Fine i'll be there in 10 <3

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Toji could hear your car as you pulled up outside. He had everything set up on his coffee table. He would never tell you that he paid attention to the minor details of this setup. Maybe it would turn you off to hear that he unwrinkled a corner on a bag of chips, or that he squished the pillows so that they had more shape to them.

You knock, not having enough time to look around the area before the door opens. You're greeted by those devestatingly green eyes, a soft grin on his face when you smile at him. You throw your arms around his neck, causing him to stumble back at the force of your body in your momentum. He chuckles, sneaking a hand behind you to shut the door as you bombard him with kisses all over his face.

"Doll... do-..." you cut him off with your intoxicatingly sweet kisses. He can't help but smile at feeling. "Doll," he calls, finally snapping you out of your romantic assault.

"Whoops." You laugh, a bright hue forming on your cheeks. "Just... happy to be here, I guess."

"I can tell. You almost ran us into the coffee table."

You take a step back to look at what he laid out for your movie night. It's precious, absolutely treasurable. He remembered your favorite chip brand and flavor, he remembered that you like juice more than soda. Up until now, you didn't know if behind those hunter eyes he actually made an effort to remember you.

"I'm choosing the movie," you say, putting your hand on his bicep.

"Ha, you thought I was gonna fight you on that?"

A smile creeps onto your lips again. "Your house, your rules, no?"

He sighs, remembering the time he said that to you when you proposed that he should get a dog. You insisted and insisted but he didn't want a dog, so as a last resort, he said it. You deflated towards him for a little, but eventually he made you laugh and the hard feelings were blown away.

"Just choose the movie, brat." He flicks your forehead before settling on the couch. Your brows furrow as you rub the stinging area, your expression quickly lifting again when you go to join him.

The snacks were opened before you even decided on a movie. They were looking irresistible, and they are your favorites for a reason.

"Mm... does this one look good?" You turn over to Toji, chewing on a mouthful of crunchy chips.

"Swallow your damn food before you speak." He cracks when you stick your tongue out, chunky and pureed chips sticking to it. "You're so gross."

"We've established that, already," you say, giggling. You turn back to the TV, leaving Toji to ponder your response.

"I'm just gonna scroll through all of these for three seconds and whatever it lands on, we watch. Cool?"

"Whatever you want, babe."

You nod, and do a countdown.

3... scroll... 2... scroll... 1... scroll

"This is it. Get comfortable," you say as if he's not in his own home. "Do you have to pee?"

"Nah, princess." He grins at your question.

"Alriiight," you say, excitedly, before playing the movie.

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It was a pretty good movie. It was funny, there was romance, and it had a really good cast. You got to a good part in the movie, where the main characters, who are in love, reach dramatic turmoil. The conflict was a choice that the woman had to make. It was between the woman leaving the country for the next three years to make a life for herself, or staying behind with the love of her life, unable to give him everything he wants and more. She was fiercely independent, which was heavily weighing her decision.

You teared up at the dialogue. Both characters were reaching for each other, waiting for the other to say 'I can't be without you' or 'i'll follow you wherever you go'. The result was heartbreaking. The woman left the country, not even stopping by the man's house to say goodbye. She blocked his number and cut off all contact with him, leaving him a total mess.

"What the fuck..." you hear from beside you. You turn to Toji, and when you notice his sparkling eyes, you pause the movie.

"Oh, baby," you coo. His eyes mirror yours, glossy and full of emotional damage. He doesn't give you this rare sight for long. He uses his knuckles to dry his eyes before looking at you again. "You okay?" You brush his cheek.

He takes your hand and puts it to his lips, before using it to pull you closer to him. "Tell me you would never consider pulling something like that," he murmurs between you and him. His face is nose distance away from yours, so you try to pull back. He keeps a firm grip on your hand, holding you there with him.

You use your other hand to hold his face. "I'm not her. I wouldn't do that, Toji. I'm always within your reach." You give him a soft smile, pressing your forehead to his. "Just call and text me all day, or you know, when you miss me. You know, I'll be waiting for it, anyway." You chuckle, gently kissing his face all over again.

He catches your lips with his and pushes you down onto the couch. You don't mind that he's crushing you. Nothing is more important than making him believe that you're not going anywhere, and if that means he has to hold you down with his weight, so be it.

You realized that that movie scene must have resonated somewhere deep within Toji if it managed to bring tears to his eyes. And for that to be followed by a question that didn't sound like him at all... it just made your heart even softer for him.

His hands touch the warm skin beneath your shirt, while keeping the slow steady synchronization of his lips with yours. His hands don't wander to your erogenous zones. Instead, he keeps them on your stomach where he can feel the rise and fall of your breathing. He breaks the kiss, looking at you for a mere two seconds before burying his face into your chest, another area where he can feel you breathing. If he focuses hard enough, your heartbeat will reach his ears, inevitably forcing his to sync with it.

You decide not to say anything else. There's nothing else you could say to the man finding comfort in just being attached to you. You play with his hair, and focus on how fast your heart is beating in your ears, and he sighs because deep down he's hoping you'll stay true to your word. He can't see this happening with anyone else after you.

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Inspo Credit: @nottorureadz 💙

Based on this ask

P.S. Hope you don't mind that I took the more emotional route with this one.

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luveline · 6 months

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hi jadeee!!! :D i read the fic abt poly!marauders with depressed reader and i was wondering if you could do one with aaron? for example r having trouble getting out of bed or doing small tasks and her mental health getting bad again, i don’t know if its just me but i rarely find these kind of fics <3

hi gorgeous i hope this is ok! fem, 1k

“How are you feeling?” Aaron asks, patting his face dry with a towel.

You rub sleep from your eyes, catching Aaron's eyes in the mirror over his broad shoulders. You offer him a tired sort of smile.

“Come here,” he says.

You do as he says. Aaron's getting dressed for work, and it's miraculous to have you up and out of bed before him considering how depressed you've been lately. Your abdomen presses to his.

“What are you going to do today?” he asks, wetting a washcloth in the sink. He feels the temperature of the water for a few seconds.

“Um…” You close your eyes in preparation. “I have to shower. And I want to… make you dinner. So I'll do that.” He brings the washcloth to your face and rubs at your skin gently, little rivers of warm water creeping down your face and neck. “Is my appointment today?”

“No, sweetheart. It's not until Tuesday.” He cleans your nose, your sleep-crusted lashes. “Why not have a bath? That way you can sit. You could bring your laptop in here and watch a movie.”

“That…” You run out of steam as he wipes the last stretch of your cheek gently.

If you can't manage a shower today, Aaron will help when he comes home. He never makes it seem like an obstacle or an imposition to help you through these things, treating it like any other hour of time spent together. “Dinner would be nice. But make sure you set the timer if you use the oven. I'll worry.”

“Yeah.”

He passes you your toothbrush and toothpaste. You squeeze it out onto the bristles as he sets about neatening your hair for the day, fingertips gentle on the soft skin of your hairline. You force the toothbrush into your mouth and start out slowly. You feel a disconnect between you and your actions, his touch the only tether, and every brush takes effort you don't have.

“I didn't say good morning,” he says apologetically, rubbing your shoulders with some loving roughness. “How did you sleep?”

Sleep is a big blob you don't have words for. “Good morning,” you say through toothpaste, leaning your face into his arm.

He kisses whatever bit of your face he can reach. “Good morning.”

“Sorry if I'm dirty.”

“You aren't honey, you're fine. We just need to keep on top of it.”

He pulls away to let you finish your half job, offering you a floss pick that you take on automatic but can't force yourself to use. It stays in your hand all the way to the breakfast table, where you get served sliced fruits and toast with chocolate spread. It's the kind with lots of calories, to keep you going if you can't manage your own lunch. Aaron makes you lunch most of the time if you can't do it yourself and leaves it in a tupperware in the fridge, but actually getting up to reheat it is another thing. You usually do it if your stomach aches but not otherwise. Already, you're wanting to go back to bed. Another day of letting him down.

He gives you your medication divider, sipping at his own mug of coffee. “Jack's coming back tonight. Are you excited?”

“So excited,” you say honestly. “Did he have a good time at, uh, Mason's?”��

“I think so. They went to Pizza Hut buffet. He said we have to go for his birthday.” He smiles at you from over the lip of his mug, eyes all manner of tender. “He asked if you're still sleeping.”

“Don't let him worry about me,” you say, half-pleading.

“No, I won't. You know I won't. He's just noticed you're not feeling your best, but it's not a bad thing. He wants to tuck you in.”

“He said that?”

Aaron nods with a smile. “He misses you when he doesn't see you.”

“I miss him… I'm sorry. About all of this. I really…” You look down at your hands. Toast crumbs cling to your fingers, little white ants that catch hold when you attempt to shake them off. You wipe them in your pants. “I promise I'm trying.”

He rounds the table. Takes your face into his hand, but doesn't force your head up. “That's not in question,” he says in his dulcet tone. “We want you to feel as good as you can. It doesn't matter how long it takes.”

“I just want to be better.” I just want this feeling to be over.

He hums into himself, his big hand a warm, steady thing where it covers your cheek. He's so solid.

“Listen,” he says, bending to meet your eye. “Today, I only want you to do three things. Do you think you can do that? If you can't, I won't be mad, but I want you to try.”

“Okay.”

“Firstly, what you said about dinner? That sounds nice. Being active is good for you.” He measures your reaction. You've schooled your features into a determined seriousness that makes him smile. “Alright. Secondly, you take that nice long bath.”

Your seriousness falters. “Sorry.”

“No, no, don't be. It's not like that, sweetheart, I just want you to stay healthy, and to feel good about yourself. That's why I need you to eat lunch too.”

“Is that the third thing?”

“No, the third thing is to give me a kiss because I'm about to be late for work.”

You tip your head up and he kisses you sweetly as always. You let him fawn and fret for a few minutes before he really has to leave, and then it's your fault he's late, calling him back in for a last hug. To be fair to you, it's a hug you really, really need.

“Call me if you need to,” he says, his cheek against your temple. “I'll come home. I promise.”

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

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thecosmosdefys · 7 months

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hi how u doin?♥ would u do general relationship hcs for ghost and könig pls?? :)<3

What dating Ghost & König would be like

Pairings: Ghost x GN ! Reader, König x GN ! Reader

Warnings: Violence, Cussing, Death

Synopsis: Just headcanons of how I would think Ghost or König would be in a relationship!

Author's Note: HIIII! Im doing good thank you so much for asking! Also I wasnt sure if you meant like? Ghost x König or like X reader headcanons so I went with what I thought you mightve meant? If this isn't what you wanted don't be afraid to put in another ask for my inbox!!! Also just want to note how excited I get when someone puts an ask in my inbox- I get so excited- It literally makes my day! Love you guys <333

Dating Ghost

I feel like if you dated ghost, at first he would seem a little cold around you? Like he wouldn't know what to do with emotional or physical intimacy. He doesn't give you the cold shoulder but he is so awkward at it at first.

Don't expect him to say I love you first, or even realises he loves you? Like before you guys start dating he is always around you, and picking to go on missions with you if your apart of the 114, but he doesn't seem to realize even though everyone around him does.

Once he starts getting comfortable with the relationship, he is like showing you off to everyone. You're like his prized trophy and he could not be happier. Like he's telling everyone all the time about you, and even your little accomplishments, god he loves you so much!

He will do things he doesn't want to do, if it means he gets to see a smile on your face? Like he hates christmas parties, but if you find yourself wanting to host one? He's already making a list of who's invited and what you might need. (He may even wear one of those ugly christmas sweaters for you but don't count on it.)

Physical intimacy? To him thats just even holding hands and it takes months for him to open up to you like that. But after he opens up, god hes all over you. In the mornings he's hugging you from behind. Never stops kissing you in public. He is disguting with his PDA, hes all over you all the time, and sometimes its cute and then other times your like "Simonnn stoppp" and he will... for 3 minuites-

He is so domestic when he is at home. If you need anything he is absolutely helping you. He will be your little apprentice when your cooking and everything. Sinks broken? He's fixing it. You are missing an ingredient for your food or baking stuff? He's on his way to the store to get it for you. You haven't been able to clean up the house? He's on his hands and knees scrubbing.

If you have a mental illness? He's helping in anyway he can. Even when he's away hes making sure your taking medicine if you're taking it, or reminding you about your therapist appointments. He is all over helping and doing his best to help make life easier for you even if just by a little bit.

Dating König

Literally what the fuck. He is the biggest god damn teddy bear you have ever seen. Out in public he is brooding and angry looking, but in private? He's on his knees doing anything you want him to do.

He is the biggest fan of soft touches. If you're out in public at the grocery store he's 100% rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, or just being sweet. He might brush your hair out of your face if it's in it or hindering your sight.

He will do your little routines and when I tell you it is hilarious to see this big beefy man, with a pink glittery face mask on his face, man its hilarious. When he's home he's doing your little haircare and facial care routines with you. He's oiling his hair, or putting face masks on, maybe even little cucumbers on his eyes. (of course you're taking pictures for blackmail.)

He remembers the little things about you. Sometimes when he comes back from missions he will have picked up something, or bought something that reminds him of you, or something you like. You had mentioned to him that you love forget-me-nots and you came home one day noy realizing he was home, and there was a bunch of pressed, perserved, forget-me-nots in a frame. (He ended up hugging you from behind and almost scaring you into dropping it a few seconds later but that's irrelevant)

He may not be super public about your relationship with him, but it is pretty obvious. When your out in public, he's behind you scaring the shit out of anyone who may bother you. You're his and he wants everyone to know that. Maybe you hang out with the crew one day and he has his arms slung around you, or wrapped around you in some way that screams "This is mine".

He may not actively always do things in the house, but he hovers around. He also loves to leave little things so that when he is gone you remember things that are important for you to do, he knows you have a bit of a bad memory.

Just like ghost, if you have a mental illness he is all for supporting and helping you. If you need someone to talk to he is holding you in his arms as you talk to him. He even makes sure your meds are always accessable to you, and helps in any way he can.

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shockedemojiatsv · 3 months

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▪︎■☆Puppy☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ Amab!bot!Ben Reilly / male!dom!reader

☆ 1k words

☆ late and short (mental dilemmas 😔)

☆ contains overstimulation, dubcon, slight masosado implied, puppy play, drinking of seminal fluids, just being mean to my little Benny baby in general :3

°○☆🔞nsfw under the cut🔞☆○°

"Fuck.." You whispered underneath your breath when his weeping cock twitched again. Cum spurting out in salty white blobs dripping from his pathetically overstimulated genitalia. It was cute. Seeing him shiver and squirm and try to act unfazed by his 3rd orgasm. His eyes narrow as he pants, sweat trickling down his face as his mouth shapes itself into a grin.

Oh he's being cocky now is he?

"Is that all you've got?" Ben mutters. Drunken under his pleasure. He wasn't thinking straight. Because he knew damn well what he had said and what it'd bring and the power you had to break this man. No. It wasn't all you've got. In fact, it was simply a taste test. A sample. Nothing more than an appetizer for a full course meal that your lovely little scarlet spider had bit off more he could chew. Into the lions den.

You laugh softly at his response. That was all it took for him to realize the weight of the situation. How badly he had fucked up. Much to his horror, your left hand wrapped around his cock again whilst the other increased the intensity of the vibrator that had hummed nimbly against his prostate into something stronger.

He screams out. Just the way you like it. In a swirled mixture of agony and delight. Uncertainty and certainty.

You could taste off his regret and gratitude in the way he cried. Yes he cried. Tears dripping down his face as he whines to struggle to get out of your touch. No, you weren't going to let him get out of the trap he set himself in. The trap he knew very well he'd be caught it.

"Stop... sto-..stoppp... stop stop stop– stop ittt" He wailed softly. Almost as if he was mourning. You weren't going to end this, not yet. Not with the way your thumb rubbed itself on the slit of his cock, wet from the previous loads that landed itself inside a cup bellow him. It started to harden and he started to cry all over again and it was a pretty sight to see. Like shiny pearls streaming down his eyes.

The soft yet frantic buzzing of the vibrator up his prostate and your hands rutting up and down his sensitive cock has him leaning his head against your shoulder. Gasping. Begging for mercy. Just like last time. And last time. But now, you're confident he'd keep his pretty little mouth shut.

He's crying is he? Yeah and it's just fueling your cruelty. Your desire to break him any further. You grab his tear stained face to look at you better. The nail of your thumb digging into his cheek. He reminds you of a dog. A little puppy. Shrivelring up after getting it's paw hurt from closing the door a little too soon. God and the way he wines. The way his tears stream down your fingers the faster you move your hands.

After a few more seconds and he's close again and he's looking away with a stubborn frown trying to act like he still has any control of this situation but you tighten the grip you have on his face and jerk him off faster. His eyes firmly set on yours while he mewls and cries, the wetness of your hand intensifying as more precum drippied from the hole of his cock and you pressed your thumb their to rub at it.

Apparently that had him cumming all over again, he cries out, literally sobs for your mercy which he knew, efforts were pointless. You weren't going to stop until the wine glass bellow him had filled itself to the brim.

Perhaps an hour minutes passes and he's so tired but you keep on gently whisper in his ear what a good boy he was, what a precious little gem. What a wonderful puppy he was for still cumming so well. His balls still spontaneous after each orgasm he'd offer, the wine glass reaching its fullness.

"Cmon Benny.. you're doing so well, we're almost done... you can do it baby, just one more? Just one more..." You whisper beside him. Laughing when he whines, but it's quiet because his throat is raspy from all of his previous screaming.

He whimpers before cumminf again and spilling over the cup. Which you gently bring up with one hand as you waited for him to ride out the aftermath of his intense overstimulation. He's weak. Frail little thing. So when you put your thumb inside his mouth he doesn't even try to fight back. Not especially when he licks the digit eagerly and looks at you with tired eyes. Pliant and so dizzy.

"Drink up"

You command softly. Bringing the seminl fluid filled wine glass to his lips. At first he sips hesitantly but despite all his efforts his cloudy mind needs something... some sustenance. And the mundanely salty liquid that's slowly pouring in his mouth counts as so. And he drinks it gratefully. Slowly. Of course, he doesn't exactly care to drink it carefully, when he stops sipping for a moment it spills from his mouth down to his chin and onto the floor.

Once he finishes the entire glass his face is a mess. Covered in his own cum, legs trembling, eyes threatening to close and dried tears right on his cheeks.

He trembles. Slightly. When he tries to move but to no avail, the ropes on his body had still stayed. And when he looks up to you one last time with all of his remaining strength you carry his face with one of your hands. And when he falls unconscious, you smile.

Time to give your puppy a cleaning.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot. He had his clever moments and it was more admiring to witness.

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cheolinnie · 5 months

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Relaxation

hes so insanely attractive, its not good for my mental health

Content warning: nothing much, they're just fucking <3, reader is female

not proof read 😪

Jeno let's out his tenth groan for the night, his legs feeling immensely heavy as he just barely makes it up the fifth flight of stairs that lead towards your apartment; curse the elevator that just had to be out of order on this specific day

His legs can barely keep his stature up as he punches in your passcode, the click a satisfying sound because it means he's one more step closer to being able to fall into your arms and inhale your comforting scent. Of course, he doesn't expect to walk into a blacked out apartment, not a single sound reaching his now piqued ears, instantly his eyes lose all senses of tiredness as worry settles in his chest, his eyes frantically moving around the room as he calls out for you.

"Baby?" his voice echoing throughout the apartment, cold chill running down his spine as his walk quickens up towards your bedroom.

He stops mid-stride down the hallway, light peaking out from the shut bathroom door. Placing his ear against the wood, he let's out a breath of relief when he hears you humming along to a soft song on the other side.

"Fuck babe, you scared-"

"Shit oh my god, baby your back? I dint even hear you come in..."

You frown slightly; you were hoping to wrap a blindfold over his eyes to increase the excitement for the surprise, you completely missed his entrance due to your mini concert. But your boyfriend's reaction as he looks around the decorated bathroom makes you feel better. Stream tickles up into the air from the hot bath you had made him, assortments of salts and scents all lined up so he could chose what he wanted.

"Whats all this my love?" Jeno comes over to your cross-legged position on the spot that usually held your bath items beside the bath, but you had cleared it so you could sit by him as he relaxes into the warm water.

His soft hands rub against the sides of your neck before his fingers scratch gently into your hair strands. Your hands come up to rest on his pelvis, and he dips down to give his usual greeting kisses.

"Well you have been practicing really hard these days, and you come home so late. So I figured I should treat you, and help you relax." Jeno's gaze is always warm whenever its on you, and it makes a ball of comfort grow in your chest.

"Thank you, honey" He crouches down a little and kisses your forehead, and moves down to your lips. You pull away, "ok now chop chop, take your clothes off."

In a blink of an eye he's standing naked before you, his chest broad and his abs naturally flexed. Veins run up his arms and biceps; another thing you love about your boyfriend, an something you never thought you would find attractive.

"Keep staring and i'll take you on the bathroom floor right now sweetheart."

Your jaw clenches; Lee Jeno has the most purest face but the most foul mouth . His thoughts are always clear in his eyes.

"Then get in the bath Lee Jeno."

A satisfied smirk forms on his lips as he steps into the bath. He makes to sit facing you, but you grab his shoulder to twist him around, and instead his back facing you. Without even seeing him, you could tell a pout sat on his lips.

"I wanna see you."

You let p=out a soft laugh, but decide to say nothing. The second your warm hands are on his shoulders, you can hear him inhale sharply. Slowly and with care, you make work of the tight knots in his shoulders, working your way into his neck, and down his back.

"Good?"

He hums is response, the sound far more sensual than you'd liked. The sexy stuff was meant for later, but the soft moans he's letting out as you work his tough muscles has a pool of wetness coating your panties.

Taking a deep breath, you calm yourself before making your way around to face him, ready to work on his legs now; but oh fuck, the way his eyes stare at you, you can see the black of his eyes as they rake over your body, dressed in only his shirt that falls mid-thigh.

"What are you going to do now honey?"

You gulp. Jeno's voice is significantly deeper now, his eyes dark as they watch you. You were betting this would turn him on, but you had no idea how much.

"Your uh- um legs." your lips going dry at the way he tilts his head to the side and looks at you. His abs ripple deliciously with the sigh he let's out, and probably throbbing cock. Jeno has tells of when he's hard; it's the way his eyes are hooded as he stares at your thighs, its his raged breath, its the way his eyebrows keep twitching now and then.

"Is there something you want NoNo?" you ask, a knowing glint in your eyes as you struggle to keep your gaze from dropping between his legs.

He shakes his slowly. "No... you said my legs were next baby, so," his hands leave the sides of the bath, and disappear under the water and fall between his legs

You so desperately want to question what his hands were doing; fuck, the heat between your thighs were becoming unbearable.

You lather more oil onto your palms, before dragging your nails up his thighs. He inhales sharply again, his jaw tensing. Jeno allows the obvious teasing for a few more minutes, before he can do so no more.

"Get in the bath"

He doesn't give you room to reject, not that you even would, his wet hands coming up to pull his shirt over your head, leaving you in just your incredibly damp panties.

"ha are you wet for me baby?"

OMGGGGG im too tired yall 😭😭

i'll put part 2 later 😝

i have exams to study for so ill get those done

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pepperonidk · 1 year

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Insomnia || l.sm

MASTERLIST

Pairing: dk x gn!reader

Summary: sleepless nights are no match for dk!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 954

a/n: when they say self insert i mean i inserted myself… wrote this at 3:45 am last night bc i was having insomnia…

“Baby,” you heard a low grumble from beside you as you tossed and turned for what felt like the millionth time that night. “Go to sleep”

“Go to sleep?” you mumbled under your breath sarcastically, annoyed at the remark but not wanting to fully wake up the peaceful figure who lay beside you. “Why didn’t I think of that hours ago?”

You were cranky, for sure. After all, you were feeling tired — your eyelids heavy and every so often slipping into hazy visions that blurred the lines between sleep and consciousness. But for some reason, you just could not sleep. Just before the peaceful calm of sleep could fully wash over you, it was as if an alarm rang, alerting you back to the real world and you’d turn the other way, hoping that it would help but to no avail.

With a huff you turned away, envious of the soft snores that escaped your boyfriend’s lips. Although this wasn’t a normal occurrence, it happened enough that you knew how your insomniac episodes could affect your mental health. Too many hours of just staring at the shadowed walls in your room never led to anything better than insecure thoughts creeping into your brain.

Knowing that those thoughts would make their way to you soon, you reached behind you in search for an anchor to some semblance of peace and found your boyfriend’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Even in his sleep, his fingers reacted automatically, spreading and making room for your hand to fit in his. A soft sigh of relief escaped your lips.

Now feeling less annoyed, you turned back to face him and a small smile found its way onto your features as you admired him. You slipped your hand out of his slowly, opting instead to trace the lines of his face, not wanting to touch him in fear of waking him. “Good night, Seokmin,” you whispered.

At the sound of his name, however, you watched his eyelids flutter half open, enough to see you with your hand nearing his cheek and a dopey smile on your face, which he mirrored almost instantly.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked in a much gentler, albeit hoarse grumble than earlier. Now it was his turn to reach for you, his fingers pushing a strand of hair back, now hassled from hours of movement. Your own eyes fluttered shut at the contact, feeling comforted by the touch. You shook your head no as his hand came to land on your cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against the skin.

Seokmin let out a sad sigh, knowing how miserable you feel after having an episode and he wishes he could have been awake earlier to help. But he knew you hated to wake him, believing that his sleep was too precious to lose in the hectic life of an idol. He appreciated the thought, but he always slept better when you were also sleeping peacefully beside him.

Glad that he’s at least awake now, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you right into his chest. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, taking in a deep breath, the comforting scent of your laundry detergent and remnants of his cologne filling your senses. He had one hand stroking the back of your head, and the other on your lower back, slipping up inside your shirt to rub gentle circles on your skin, knowing it helped you sleep.

“Like they do with babies,” you had told him once when this happened earlier in your relationship. “My mom used to do that for me when I couldn’t sleep.” He took the advice to heart, and now the actions came naturally to him.

“I know you didn’t wanna wake me,” he began softly as you felt his chest move with his voice. “But you know you always can. It’s never a bother to be able to hold you close like this.” The slight airy chuckle that rumbled through him was a signal that he could feel you smile against his chest.

“You know,” he continued. “The first time you ever asked me to hold you like this because you said you had insomnia sometimes, I thought you were coming up with an excuse to get me to stay the night.” He laughed again, tightening his arms around you and pressing a kiss on the crown of your head before continuing. “But I was still so nervous. I remember my hands shaking, and I was hoping to God, Buddha, anyone, that you couldn’t tell. So I rubbed circles on your back, hoping to hide it, and when you said that’s what your mom did to help you, I felt so much relief.”

He let out a soft yawn, before continuing. “I never actually fell asleep that night. I just kept rubbing your back, worrying about how you would get enough sleep, so I just kept going because I couldn’t tell if you were asleep.”

By now, Seokmin knew the signs that you were slowly making your way into a true sleep. He could feel your eyelids falling shut against his skin, even as you instinctively tried to fight them open, and he felt your breathing begin to slow as the hand you had clinging to his side began to loosen its grip. He smiled softly, leaving a final message before you fully fell asleep.

“I love you,” he said, nuzzling his cheek against you. “And I’m glad you love me. Dream of me, because I know I’ll dream of you.”

The last thing you’ll hear before finally dozing off is Seokmin’s quiet humming, a lullaby that you’ve heard him sing before lulling you into a sweet dream.

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overtaken-stream · 8 months

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Love, Lust, Lick

Izou x Gn!Reader

Published this on AO3 a while back, but I decided I should post this here too bc I love this man with all my heart and he deserves more recognition <3

Warnings: blowjob, established relationship(I have no clue), hair pulling

Your body shook as though your legs had been frozen and a bolt of lightning had struck your body from head to toe, numb knees bent in a way that makes the pain return every minute your subconscious returns to reality, the depths of your eyelids fog your mind, becoming the past and the present. Through the dank room, the cold of the wooden walls and the outside world have long since passed, instead being replaced by the heat your fervour has conveyed from your nether regions.

The soft lighting coming from the window was your only gateway from the darkness of his slumbering cabin, it makes sense you would want to enjoy the view you so rarely get. The stars innocently shone behind his shadowed face, silky hair coming down in long strands to rest on his shoulders as he tilted his head back, lips part, and released the hot air from his lungs. You could only imagine the view from the top, for the time being, you bask in his pelvis, trying your best to take all of him in, it's hard to get your point across with your tongue slowly going up to his tip, leaving trails of saliva behind on the bulging vein underneath, you note how he shivers from the sudden release and air contact. You hold him at the base, sliding up and down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks you can feel him throbbing between your lips, throat, and the tongue it's resting on, it causes tears to gather and latch onto your eyelashes, it causes you to go harder and faster, just the way he likes it.

Quiet hums stimulate him as the drool seeps out around your stretched jaws and continues its way down to his balls.

His head looks down at your sitting form, his scar over his right eye nowhere to be seen in the shade, half-lidded brown eyes are shining in stimulation you're giving him, he's weary, sleepy but his fatigue can wait. He puts his weight onto his left hand that's on the window stool and gets his sweaty, numb right hand to land on your retreating head. Tilting it back to stare at your glassy eyes. You've always been breathtaking, but looking at your shimmers that are like the sun's rays enchant him and capture his worn-out gaze, though, unlike the sun, he can stare at you all day; look at your face as you flash your toothy smile, listen to your ramblings and hold the precious eye contact as long as he possibly can before you (and him) disappear in your assigned duties, he promised himself to live without remorses, but as he spends more time with you, the more he thinks of the time, more the doubts dictate his thoughts, that he should be spending more time with you. When he knows it's impossible, not to mention inappropriate.

But he needs you, the never-ending thirst for the water which only you hold in the desert that is his mentality craves so impossibly further for you, his heart longs for your warm hands to touch his chest, in the past he has already become one with you, his and your heart, beat to the shared rhythm of reach. (He needs more of you.)

There's spit connecting your bottom lip to his shaft, glimmering in the light before it snaps and lands someplace below where the light doesn't reach. His palm is slipping on the sweat on your forehead, yet he continues to rub his thumb on your glabella. The quiet- yet heavy breathing of your disheveled figure limits the entire world to only you. Only your glazed-over eyes and swollen lips exist in his sight, he feels only your torso press against his legs, only your hands grasping the back of his knees as he sets his eyes on the forgotten (not by you, but by him) and stiff penis, he is surprised by the swollen look of it, flush overcomes his face from the angry red color the tip took, it screams at him to put your head back to work, however before he can advance the cold breeze over his urethra startles him, getting a hiss out of his mouth before he bites down on his bottom lip devoid of his signature lipstick, his furrowed brows get a sly and small, giggle from you that got cut off by him whispering cuss words at the empty space, he doesn't let go of your head, instead his long fingers become tangled in your hair as you lower yourself to kiss the place where his shaft begins and the sack ends. Your hands travel upward as you continue to circle his dick in kisses, they rest near his hips and the stool.

You take in the view, his hand, weak and powerless, rests in your hair as the line of his abs stands out, they flex as he bares himself fully for your sake. You want to, but don't dwell on the sight much., you're too caught up...

The moment a wet cavern engulfs him, he closes his eyes, tilts his head back, he grasps your hair tight in his hand as his cock manages to grow. He starts slowly thrusting and grinding his hips as you deepthroat him, slobbering at the musky scent of his manhood and looking up at him to meet his sweaty body, the muscles hidden from the view now stand proud with droplets of salty liquid dripping off of him, decorating his naked body with moving jewels.

The tears finally slip out of your eyes as he thrusts too sharply, holding onto your hair tighter than ever as he triggers your gag reflex, saliva floods your mouth as the muffled choking sounds intensify.

Only now has he realized just how much he wanted to reach his climax, after who knows how many edging sessions from you, he finally lets go of himself. Draping the intoxicating arousal all around himself and drowning in it.

``fuck... (Y-Y/N)-hah...-`` he moans. With more lubricant you move faster, up and down, up and down, you want to drag and catch more noises out of him. Dirty groans, mewls... loud exhales... Anything.

His simultaneous thrusts only spur you on. It excites you as he lets go of the self-control and roughly manages your head with his hand, you try desperately to clutch yourself around his shaft, to lick it from the bottom up, his gruffs of pleasure the only fuel you'll need to complete the mission: taste his essence.

At the height of his climax, his strong hand hits against the back of your head, sharply thrusting up, pushing you against his neatly trimmed pubes.

"hah... Yeah... That's it... That's... Ah...♡"

You suck and massage, run your tongue over his tip, and as his hand stutters, you take advantage of the slip-up, forcefully making your head gently travel up over his base, teeth grazing against his rounded edges, you take in the sight of slobber all around his pelvis area. You can feel it pulsing in your mouth as you carefully squeeze your teeth and take it to the bottom where your nose meets his dark pubes once again. Faint noises escape your teeth, noises you're sure he can feel. Just a little more and...

There.

The surprised moan and the twitching are the only warnings you get as he exhales, his long lashes closed and eyebrows creased, he cums. The salty taste quickly spreads onto your tastebuds. You swallow drops of it, trying to contain it until the man himself interrupts.

Izou with his eyes rolled back into his head, roughly leans your head back, pulling out of your warmth and pumping his penis right in your face as the translucent liquid smears on your lips and nose, his brown eyes meet yours once again as you run your hands under his testicles, the liquid lands on your cheeks, stained with dried-up tears.

Flicking your tongue on his yet-to-soften cock you hold his gaze as you go down on him to finally lick his shaft clean of any fluid in peace, tracing and mapping out the bulging veins in the process (the process you've done for quite some time now, but a little studying has never hurt anybody).

His breathy giggle and a smirk are worth the filth.

He doesn't need to say anything, pregnant pause turns into comfortable silence as he tucks your hair strand behind your ear, gently taking your face in both of his hands. He brings your face forward.

In the silent night, the whisper of "I ♡ you" is a sign of end of your time with him.

He tastes himself on your salty lips, and wishes for more time.

(You taste the erased lipstick and only lick the sweet aftertaste away, from deep in your heart, the greed grows.)

#male reader #female reader #gn reader #one piece #anime #izou x reader #izou x you #izou x gn reader #op izou #izou one piece #one piece x reader #.my writing #one piece x male reader #one piece x female reader #one piece x you

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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To paint something beautiful

Character: Alpha!Hope Mikaelson (TVDU)

Requested: yes-ish?

Warnings/Notes: omegaverse au, mentions of nakedness, sexual references, cute hope, somewhat sexual end.

It was quite common that you would wake before hope, her wolf preferring to sleep and never get out of bed. It was the topic of most of your teasing.

Rolling over you smiled against her neck, feeling her arms tighten and a soft tug to pull you even closer as she whines. Laying soft kisses to her skin you gently pull her face closer to you kissing every inch.

“You’re so pretty baby” you mumble against her lips a bashful smile taking hold of her features as she moves to hide into your chest.

You coo running your hands through her hair as she lets her eyes close once more, comfortably burrowed into your warmth.

Placing a kiss to her forehead you smile when her eyes flutter open and she gives you a soft look, clearly enjoying the attention shes getting.

You chuckle as you rub her back, “My wolf” you tease nudging your nose against hers when she leans up. You lean to kiss her soft lips when she puckers them ever so slightly.

“You know what i want to do today?” She hums in response to your question clearly set on falling back asleep.

“I wanna paint you,” she look up then somewhat surprised at the request. You smirk and lean to kiss her jaw whispering against it, “naked.”

Her eyes widen and a blush paints her cheeks, “N-Naked?”

You hum continuing your kisses along her jaw knowing how its her biggest weakness, a soft sigh leaving her lips when you nip at her sweat spot.

“So,” you nip and kiss along her neck “Can I?” She hums distractedly, causing a smirk to tug at your lips. You move to straddle her, leaning to kiss her lips as she grabs you hips. “Can i baby?”

“Yes” she sighs breathlessly against your lips, huffing when you slide off of her and tug at her to get her out of bed.

—————————— <3 ———————————

“Like this?” You can’t help laugh at the ridiculous pose she was in, shaking your head softly at her goofiness.

“No, like this” you smile as you push her onto the couch, getting her to lean against it head tilted to the side slightly. One of her legs up and the other bent but laying flat, leaning to kiss her happy trail you softly place her cock against it making sure its still visible. It was one of your fave feature of hers after all.

You move to head back to your canvas when she softly grabs your hand, her cheeks seeming to be permanently tinted red.

“Where do i, um, put my hands?” She asks softly, clearly nervous causing you to softly kiss at her hand. “Wherever you find comfortable, my love” you lean to kiss her for the final time before heading to your work station.

Gathering your paints, you start setting up your pallet smiling softly at how patiently and still hope is sitting. Thinking to yourself you make a mental note to reward her later, for being so good for you.

You thank whatever being had given you the idea to paint the room, specifically where your beautiful alpha was currently siting, a day prior. Of course you had known you had planned to paint hope at some point but never imagined her to be naked when you did.

You smile to yourself and start to your brush strokes, your eye’s flicking between your canvas and hope. Although, you reckon you’ve got her body completely memorised.

—————————— <3 ———————————

“Annnnnd, done!” You cheer, smiling at hope when she groans in relief getting up to stretch her body having had cramp for at least the last half an hour.

Walking over to the painting she smiles wide when she sees it, wrapping her arms around you and nuzzling into your shoulder. “Its perfect baby” she muses.

“Thank you baby-”

“But you made my dick smaller than it is” she cuts you off smugly, causing you to roll your eyes and push her away.

“What! I’m just saying given how much of a struggle it is for you to take it you should know its bigger” She smirks then, seeing the blush on your cheeks she thinks shes won.

“Thats when your hard baby, but right now? you’re all soft, it resembles more of a shrivelled shrimp right now” You cant help laugh at her shocked face, saying no more as you head to the bathroom.

“Hey! Get back here you cheeky little shit!” She yells causing you to shriek and attempt to out run her.

While you do get to the bathroom first your not fast enough to lock her out and she opens the door, mischief floating in her eyes.

She tugs your clothes of with ease ignoring your half hearted appeal to her “better nature” stating how you were only joking. But she simply pushes her lips on yours, kissing you deep. Humming appreciatively when you begin to jerk her cock as she pulls away.

“Now,” she grabs your jaw “lets see how small I really am” she smirks.

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lunalillyhbhb · 6 months

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Roommates

Chapter 1

The room I've rented out for the next 3 months is in a nice 3 bedroom house, with a shared bathroom and basic kitchen amenities. It's a 15 minute drive from the hospital I'll be interning at, and has all the basic stores around me in walking distance. My room is a single bedroom, window facing the busy streets. The other 2 rooms are occupied by a couple (mid 20s) in the master bedroom, and a man in his late 20s. All of us know of each other, but rarely ever interact, with our schedules never lining up. Which is perfect for me. Most of the time when I'm home, the house is empty and I'm free to do whatever I want.

Being in my mid 20s myself, my body is for most part full of vigor and energy, but mentally waay too tired. With rotations going on, I'm pushed to my limits almost every day, trying my best to impress the residents and other doctors around me.

It's the middle of the week, and my night shift finally gets over at 6 am. It's been a rough day so far, and I decide that I really need some time to myself, to let of steam in a healthy way. Already looking forward to playing with my toys, I rush back, ideas running through my head. Running up the stairs, I feel my heartbeat pick up pace, and my arousal grows. I jangle the keys in the lock in a hurry and quickly step in, fully expecting the house to be empty, as it usually is in the mornings. A quick peruse through the rooms confirms my suspicions, and the locked doors tells me no one is home, perfect.

I rush into my room, half heartedly closing the door behind me and messily removing my shirt and pants, stripping down to bra and underwear. My heart starts thundering in my chest and the familiar ache spreads throughout my body, from my chest slowly making its way down to my clit. I grab my steth and phone, select my favourite heartbeat video I can find on youtube, and start stething myself.

With one ear in the steth and the other ear listening to the video, a cacophony of strong thuds fills my brain, echoing inside all corners of my body. I feel my underwear dampen, and know that I'm close. Very close. A soft moan escapes my mouth and I slide my fingers between my throbbing clit, fully wet and needy for more stimulation.

As I start rubbing faster, I suddenly hear the door next to me click.

Shit.

Someone's home.

What do I do? My eyes quickly dart to my door and to my horror, it's slightly ajar. Anyone in the hall could catch a glimpse of me in this extremely vulnerable position.

My mind goes into panic and my already fast heart starts beating much, much more strongly. I feel her squeezing each muscle with her all, and my chest vibrates with every hammering beat and sweat dots my chest.

Somehow.....I am even more turned on. The fear of this situation has kicked my heart into overdrive, and I feel my fingers working faster, weaving its way into all my sweet spots.

Outside my door, I hear feet shuffling and catch a glimpse of my male roommate.

Am I heard? Am I quiet enough? Is my heart pounding so loudly that he can hear it? Did her hear my moans?

The feeling of the possibility of being heard further pushes my heart to her limits, and I try my best to not let my moans escape me. My body shakes and quivers more, unable to resist the waves of pleasure overcoming me. My heartbeat pounds loudly in my ears and my pussy is soaking wet and at my highest, i cup my mouth unable to curb the soft moan that escapes.

finally, a few seconds after, post nut clarity hits. Fuck what was I thinking? He definitely heard me. Or did he? I stay absolutely still on my bed and try to hear out for any noises. A few seconds pass, I hear a soft sigh and feet shuffling back to the door. With a soft click I confirm that he's back in his room and his door is closed.

Immediately jumping into action, I shut my door close, stethoscope still pressed firmly into my heart and phone video long since over. I hear as my heart beats faint but so quickly, I can't believe I almost exposed myself to a complete stranger! That too my roommate? Who knows what he would've done if he felt uncomfortable, he might've complained to the landlord and had me kicked out!

Next time I ever decide to play with myself, I better make sure no one is around, no matter how tired I am.

#heartbeat fic #cardiophile #female heartbeat #cardiophile story #heartbeat kink #stethoscope

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midnightanxietytm · 23 days

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I have a silly idea :3

imagine Mabel recounting the “accident with the leaf blower” to the reader, who then proceeds to make sure Ford isn’t around and tells her about the “kissing practice robot” incident from high school (which they witnessed) if you don’t know what I mean watch the land before swine commentary video

meanwhile Ford is down in the basement and suddenly stops what he’s doing and is like “I feel a disturbance in the force.”

A/N: Oh my god the kissing bot is so iconic, Ford is such a dork for that one lol. Hope I met your expectations with this one , its been a while since I've written something more lighthearted. Thanks for the request!

Contents: Mabel and Reader spilling tea, talks about kissing and romance and other sappy things. Ford x Reader more implied than anything. Short and fun.

Word count: 500

You know something is wrong because Mabel isn't smiling, Mabel is always smiling. She walks through the gift shop door and goes straight to sit on the counter next to you with a big sigh.

“Alright, spill it, sunshine.” You say with a small smile, putting down the book you'd been reading in order to give her your full attention.

She looks up at you with big round eyes. “I dunno… The date went well, he even kissed me!” You gasp in pretend shock and that gets a small giggle out of her. “I know right?! But like… It felt weird! It wasn’t bad! Just weird… maybe I need more practice…”

That makes you laugh as you prop yourself near the checkout; “Mabel, darling, kissing isn't really some equation you can figure out, maybe he just wasn't the right person.”

She lets out another big sigh, but you can tell is more resigned and hopefull this time. “Yeah, I guess… Besides, I really don't want another leaf blower accident.”

You laugh again, Mabel has that charm. “The what accident now?”

“Oh my gosh, I never told you?! It's so embarrassing; I was obsessed with that boy, who turned out to be a bunch of gnomes by the way, and I wanted our first kiss to be perfect, so I stuck a photo of him on a leaf blower on suction made and used it to practice.” When she said that, both of you started to laugh so hard tears formed in your eyes. “I-t left like this huge bruise on my face!”

You lean your head on the table, trying to stop laughing, but the mental image of Mabel with a leaf blower stuck to her face is too much.

“Oh gosh you're just like your grunkle!” You say in-between wheezing.

“Wait which one?” Mabel asked, rubbing the tears off her eyes.

“Okay so…” You began, looking around just to check Ford wasn’t near. “Your Grunkle Ford, back in high school he built this robot…” You look around again, holding back laughter and bringing down your voice. “It was this mannequin head with a rubix cube for a mouth and it had an alarm that wouldn’t stop playing until he…” And you did quotation marks with your hands. “...kissed it right.”

And you both started laughing all over again. “That's so dorky oh my gosh!”.

“Right!? He's such a nerd.” You say, and there's a softness to it that eases Mabel's worries about romance all together. “It fell from his locker once and it started blasting the darn alarm! He couldn’t go anywhere for a week after that without people mimicking kissing noises. It was gross.” You chuckle and sigh, sitting back down on your stool. “Compared to that, a leaf blower is no big deal!”

“Compared to what?” Says a third voice.

You and Mabel snap your heads, seeing Ford standing on the doorway behind the vending machine.

Crap.

#gravity falls #midnight posts #taking requests #asks open #fanfic writing #my fic #ford x reader #ford pines x reader #grunkle ford #ford pines #mabel pines #gravity falls mabel #mabel is a sweetie #ford is a dork #midnight request

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crownedtargaryen · 1 year

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cruel summer. - modern!jacaerys

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 pairing: modern!jacaerys x modern!stark reader (a/n): this chapter includes semi-one sided love and sexual relations. while I was writing this i was feeling incredibly disgusted with my writing, so I apologize if it isn’t at its best. rating: NSFW 18+, this chapter has smut. proceed with caution. prns: she/her all notes are appreciated. words: 1.5k tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @howyouloveyourdragon @fairysluna @daenerysapologist @clairacassidy

The weekend passed faster than I had hoped. I spent my days wallowing in self-pity and isolating myself from family and friends, praying to cope with the trauma I'd faced the night prior.

The night before school started back up, a soft knock came on my door. I murmured weakly, the door opening slowly.

"Little wolf," I hear my brother Cregan's familiar voice. I peer from under my sheets, looking at the scruffy brunette. My eyes trail him, comforted by his company, but then I see my brother, Robb, enter shortly thereafter. I miss them dearly. They were always protecting me from harm. It was obvious they were unaware of Aegon's actions at the party, only seeing the video and the circulating rumors on social media. I ignored my socials at this time, not wishing to occupy myself with things that would worsen my mental state. "We brought food… Just know we're here if you need to talk, okay?" Cregan says softly, making me smile at him.

Robb looks to me, then to Cregan, almost pleading to ask a question. The older nods to the second oldest, who moves next to my bed and gently takes my hands into his, looking into my eyes.

"Jacaerys didn't touch you did he?" Robb says, as I widen my eyes. "I'll rip the kid to shreds if he did. I swear it." His tone is cold and dominating, making me shiver and shake my head no. Robb relaxes at the confirmation, and Cregan as well.

"No, Jace helped me get out of the situation. Aegon, the Targaryen party animal, tried to… Tried to ravish me," I feel tears dance in my eyes, Robb's relaxation morphing into anger and frustration, Cregan standing stiff and clenching the plate with a death grip behind him. I hiccup, covering my face in humiliation. It's a few moments before muscular arms wrap around me from either side, a large hand on my back and rubbing in a soothing motion. A weak hiccup erupts from my hands as I peek out. Robb is on my left, his arm around my waist and kissing my head comfortingly. To my right, Cregan holds my upper body and rubs over my back, softly shushing me. At this moment, I feel grateful and safe. Cregan speaks up. "He won't see the light of day tomorrow, I promise that much. No one messes with you and gets away with it," he whispers, kissing my temple and humming a soothing tune. I couldn't help but smile, relaxed knowing my siblings loved me so much.

The next morning, I grumble and lazily tumble out of bed, dressing and applying the bare minimum of effort to my look. Half asleep, I grab my phone and bag, hearing my device ding with a text notification. I open it, eyes narrowing as I try to rub sleep away. Was I hallucinating? Jacaerys texted me.

Jacaerys 😐

Hey, try not to forget my jersey. I need it for practice today.

Disappointment floods me as I skim the words, rereading the message in hopes they will change into something different. Something sincere. I leave him on read, grab the jersey, and storm to my vehicle. I get inside and throw the top into the backseat carelessly, forgetting about it as I travel to the hell we call Iron High.

Upon my arrival, I hurried to my first-period language class, trying to ignore those who stare or murmur at me. My stomach churns, overhearing words such as whore, slut, or foul insults and jabs at my looks. I feel like I could throw up from the pressure inside me. I storm into the classroom and lock eyes with Jacaerys who is sitting in his assigned seat, incredibly early. Fuck. He's right next to me, and it makes me feel even worse.

I ignore him, sitting down and taking out my textbook, feeling his eyes scanning me expectantly. I turn to him, my brows furrowed. "What?" I snap, seeing the surprise on his face before he speaks up. "Did you bring my jersey?" Jace asks softly, anger boiling inside me. All I do is nod, looking away from him. It's silent for a brief moment before he speaks again. "So? Can I have it?"

"It's in my car. We can get it at lunch," I snap, avoiding looking at him. He says nothing else the entire class period, not even when we leave. He walks off to his next period as if I'm not even on his radar. I know he's staring at me, but he's too afraid to speak up.

I go to my car once lunch comes around, seeing Jacaerys waiting anxiously in my vehicle. The smile on his face when he sees me makes my heart flutter despite myself. I nod to him, trying to hide these feelings, and open my car door, bending over and grabbing his jersey from the floorboard. I slip out, straightening myself and turning around. I'm shocked to be face to face with Jace, who looks at me softly.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, twinging my heart in desperation. "I've been trying to get you out of my head, to give you space… You've plagued all my senses, I can't stop thinking about you. I-" he inhales sharply, and I notice he's looking at my lips. "I regret not taking you as mine when I had the chance."

That's all he had to say. In a moment his lips are on mine, my arms circling his shoulders and behind his neck, tangled in those messy brown locks of his. He presses close, groaning almost anomalistically into my lips, his hands on the small of my back. We move backward into my car, Jace on top of me as his hands trail up my shirt, but he stops himself.

"Can I?" He asks softly, looking at my shirt. I consent softly as he slams the car door shut, taking my keys from my hand and turning on the vehicle and its AC. He slips his hands under my shirt. He moves back in, lips clashing against mine as he grinds his clothed cock against my mound, making me whimper in delight into his mouth. His large hands slip my shirt over my head, throwing the clothing onto the floor and his eyes widen at my lack of a bra.

"Gods you're beautiful," he whispers in a breathless voice, feeling him twitch in his pants. I chuckle softly, moving his shirt off of him as he tugs my pants off swiftly with my underwear, admiring my bare form in awe. I move in to kiss him, but he stops me. "No." He says sternly, making my heart drop for a moment. He grabs his jersey that I had forgotten about, slipping it over my head and biting his lip at the sight. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless." He whispers, moving in and kissing down my neck, leaving messy bites as he clumsily takes off his pants and boxers, his stiff member taunting me with its size. When I moan his name, it twitches enthusiastically, dripping from the tip. I tilt my head back, feeling his long and thick fingers prod my hole before pushing inside, his palm rubbing my bud as I tremble in delight, his pace relentless and exciting. I hadn't felt pleasure in months, so I was hypersensitive and ready to make a mess of myself. "Good girl. Such a sweet little pup for me." He whispers, nipping my earlobe and his fingers caressing a sweet spongey spot inside me that makes me positively squeal, thighs trembling as I cry out his name in pleasure. His breath is hot against my neck, his free hand stroking himself at the same rate he pounds me with his hand. I notice this stopping him at my edge.

"Fuck me," I demand, my eyes now lidded and lustful. I watch his eyes widen, questioningly. "I'm on the pill, Jace. Please. Don't make me beg." I pant out, watching as he quickly nods and pulls his fingers out, teasing my entrance with the tip of his shaft. This makes me whine and push forward, forcing his whole length inside. He lets out the most pitiful whimper I've ever heard from a man, gripping my body and clawing at my back. I pet his hair, panting and whispering for him to move. He nods quickly, pushing in and out slowly, then picking it up. I look up at him, sweat dripping down his toned and muscled arms, his gaze lustful and admiring my face, not even paying attention to my body. His hand trails down to my bud, circling it as he pounds me senseless as I close my eyes, screaming his name for everyone to hear, his moans sending me over the edge as he grunts my name into my neck and bites down like an animal. I'm blinded by a wave of white, pulling him in as he buries deep inside me, bursting into my cunt with soft pants and weak groans. He can't say anything, just embracing me and panting against my skin.

Well, today didn't turn out as I thought it would.

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chiyuumiii · 9 months

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NIGHTFALL || PART 2

Earth-42 Miles Morales/F!Reader

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Miles G. Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love]

Note: TW: Mentions of harassment, slight drugs, Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

This is part 2 of a fic! Check my blog to read the first part if you haven't <3

He begrudgingly climbed up on your roof, lifting himself up by your windowsill. Though, it was difficult to see you from the moist coating of the panes. He sighed softly, he held onto the heel of the roof and sat, glancing over at the sky as he took sight of its beautiful dark hues. He silently took a break from his vigilante duties, with only the wind howling in his ears soothing all his injuries.

He left after a short while as he noticed the sky getting brighter by the minute, returning back to his own room, slipping through the window and putting his gear back in secure places.

You were completely oblivious of his visit to your place.

Honestly, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe and sound. But it might've been more than that, y'know?

The Prowler has a heart, too.

♡♡♡

You yawned sleepily, rubbing your eyes and blinking rapidly, glancing over at your plugged phone, only to realize, the cord came off, yay!

“I'm such a fucking dumbass..” You groaned, you checked its battery percentage, 42 percent.

“That can do, I guess.” You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed and scrolling through your phone like you always do.

You noticed a news article on a website, discussing The Prowler, the image on the thumbnail showed the vigilante that rescued you the night before. You never knew that was his alias, since he didn't bother to tell you last night.

You clicked on the link, intrigued by it. Scrolling through, you found out more about him, I guess he wasn't much of a vigilante, seeing as his criminal records involved…some things. But he still cares about citizen safety. Looks like his mom raised him well.

You plugged your phone, getting up and walking over to the bathroom to wash your face, gently applying some skincare products on it and rinsing it, then wiping your face.

“Hey.” A voice rumbled behind you, you flinched, looking at the mirror and turning around, it was The Prowler.

“What- How did you get in?! HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND MY HOUSE?!” You leaned up against your sink, a little frightened. You were befuddled by him.

“You don’t need to know,” He sighed, trying to sound heedless. “I just wanted to say I’m glad you got home safely last night.” He uttered inside of his mask, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah- Thanks…” You smiled sheepishly, though still in confusion and curiosity. “So…Are you gonna do anything else besides just stand there menacingly?” You chuckled nervously, raising your head slightly upward to see his mask.

You heard a soft sigh escape his lips, shaking his head before turning back to you. “I’ll leave now.” He exited your bathroom, slipping out through the window.

You watched him leave, curious about his identity and his true behaviour, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it, staring at the window he left through.

You walked over to that window, gazing over at the morning sky above.

“That was…something.” You felt a smile paint onto your face involuntarily, a soft hue of pink visible on your cheeks. You then mentally shook it off and closed the window, locking it up securely and proceeding with your morning routine.

After that incident last night, you had to stay home. You couldn't bear going through that again, even if Prowler will be there, there's also a high chance he wouldn't.

You crawled up to your bed, scrolling at endless, repetitive posts on social media, it was boring…You had wished that vigilante would've stayed here much longer…

PART 3 SOON WAAAAH

#miles gonzalo morales #miles 42 #prowler miles #the prowler #miles earth 42 #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles x reader #earth-42 miles loves you #miles g morales #fics #fanfics #what else do i put in here #uhhhh #x reader #fem readr #fem reader #FUCK I DIDNT EVEN SPELL THAT RIGHT #Whatever just let it stay there #yeah

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pupkou · 10 days

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thinking heavily about kita mouthing at the packer in my shorts <3 he’s moaning n praising how big it is <33 he eats me out and cries cause my tdick is so big ….. goodnight i’m so horny rn

minors dni

the thing about kita is that he knows that half of the power he has over you is mental. sure, he can overpower you-- he could hold you down, wrestle your arms behind your back, and make you do anything he wanted. but he doesn't have to.

all he has to do is look a little long at the bulge in your jeans before meeting your eyes. and not saying anything. repeatedly. all he's gotta do is look at your cock to get you going, and he knows that. but he likes to let you initiate because it's more fun that way.

you usually catch him in the kitchen, pressing him up against the counter and hugging him tight around his waist.

"what's going on, baby?" shinsuke asks, softly speaking into your ear.

you cuddle your face into his soft cotton shirt, saying, "I'm just.. horny. since I did my shot yesterday, you know." he smiles, but you can't see his change in expression from where you're holding him.

"d'you want me to help with that, peach?" he asks. you're throbbing in your shorts already and being asked that in combination with his sweet petname for you made you twitch, so you say yes and lead him to the bedroom.

he lays you down on the edge of the bed, stopping you when you start to get undressed.

"let me do that for you, baby," shinsuke purrs, smoothing a hand over your cheek and chin before giving you a soft, but deep kiss. he helps you take your shirt off and carefully folds it before setting it on the chair in your shared bedroom. you're left in your shorts and crew socks, just the kind of cozy, home outfit that he finds you irresistible in, especially with the outline of your packer showing through the fabric's form.

"s'so big," he says, rubbing his nose against your clothed bulge, feeling your warmth on his face. "you just get bigger every time I see your cock, baby."

shinsuke usually doesn't tease, but this time he starts to kiss your packer through the fabric of your shorts, worshipping the cock sitting on top of your hard tdick. he always worships you, but you can't help but get shy this time with the way he shamelessly kisses your packer with an open, drooling mouth.

once he's had his fill of teasing you (meaning: you've begged hard enough,) he pulls your shorts down and rubs his middle and ring finger on the wet spot you've created on your underwear, sticking his nose into it and taking a nice huff of your pussy. he lifts his head to meet your gaze and grabs your bulge with one hand, rubbing it up and down as he stares at your expression with unashamed eyes.

"are ya ready for me to take care of this for you?" he asks, kissing the tip through your underwear. "I can see you're real excited for me. and smell it."

"please," you whimper. "please take care of me."

and as always, he does. he wastes no more time with teasing, pulling your underwear off and tossing them gently onto the floor where he's sitting before making himself comfortable by laying between your legs. he spreads you open, exposing your wetness just for him, and gently runs his tongue along the underside of your cock before softly taking it into his mouth. he sucks lightly and laughs into your cunt when your thighs twitch from the movement, since you're just so sensitive.

your hand finds its way into his bicolored hair, holding on as his mouth makes filthier and filthier noises that would thoroughly embarrass you if his mouth didn't feel so fucking good. shinsuke worships your cock as always, open mouthed kissing the tip and sucking the length of you into his mouth in combination, the warm, wet heat of his tongue and lips unlike anything else.

your thighs and hips shake in his broad, strong hands, and he begins to bob his head on your cock as his tongue flicks and rubs on the underside, and he hums in praise and agreement when your thighs start to close around his head. his sounds of "mm, hmmm" are encouragements of your pleasure, and the vibrations only add to it.

when you open your eyes to enjoy the view, you see shinsuke's eyes closed as he eats you out, his hair a mess in your hand that holds his head close to your cunt and his forehead sweaty and determined to please you. he's also fully clothed still in his white t shirt and comfortable navy blue pants, which you hadn't noticed before now. the sight of him pussydrunk while fully clothed, fully focused on your pleasure, is too much to handle-- and you cum hard into his mouth, which doesn't stop its motions against your cock.

you plead, "shinsuke, slower-- fuck," and he listens, slowing his kisses before resting his face happily on your inner thigh, kissing you there once for good measure and lifting his head to see you once your hand releases its grip on his hair.

"you did such a good job," he praises, rubbing his cheek into your soft, hairy thigh. shinsuke continues, "and you're just so big, I could choke on ya if you get any bigger."

you laugh at his lovedrunk praise, but say, "don't give me any ideas, I'll go crazy if I think about you choking on me like that."

"that's how I feel when you suck my strap, baby. plus you're so pretty when you do that, it's like I can really feel it," he says, his dick throbbing just thinking about it.

"you can't compliment me like that right after you just made me cum! I can't cum again for a couple minutes!!" you complain playfully, hips a little sore from being held open.

he looks at the clock sitting on your bedside table and smiles softly, mentally giving you 5 minutes before you're asking him to put the strap on and give it to you like you deserve (but knowing he'll make you ask for it nicely first.)

#knight answers #c.kita #trans hq #trans haikyuu #shinsuke kita x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x trans reader #shinsuke kita x trans reader #haikyuu x trans reader #hq x trans reader #kita x reader #kita x trans reader #kita shinsuke smut #shinsuke kita smut

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r4in-nsfw · 2 years

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PUNZ NSFW ALPHABET

Not sure for the next one if i should do Sub!Karl or Dom!Karl so lmk

NSFW UNDER CUT

also as of tomorrow I will be taking a month break from tumblr for my mental health, but when i come back i'll be better than ever

A-aftercare

Because he's such a rough person, the aftercare is so soft it gives you a toothache, he's grabbing you ice for the bruises he left, feeding you and giving you water, praising you for how well you did for him. 'did so fucking well love, so good for me' rubbing your sides and playing with your hair as you cuddle.

B-body part

Boobies, he loves big boobies. tit fucking them too, he loves just laying on them, he could suffocate if he really wanted too. loves when your wearing low cut shirts too, stares at them for hours

C-cum

Literally loves breeding you, cumming inside you is number one but he'll also cum on your tits, painting them and seeing his marks on you. the thought could make him cum untouched.

D-dirty talk

My mans alwaysss dirty talking you, mumbling stuff to you to get you riled up. he loves seeing how weak it makes you. 'such a disgusting slut yeah? gonna fucking mark you up doll. make you all mine'

E-experience

im gonna just say when he met u was the biggest manwhore ever, hooked up with everyone, so he has tons of experience. but as soon as you two became official he became so devoted to you it kinda worried you

F-favorite posistion

COWGIRL OML THAT MAN LOVES WHEN U RIDE HIM. Another one is doggy, grabbing your ass and leaving moon shaped marks on your hips when he grabs them <3

G-goofy

nah nah, he's not goofy, hes super serious, especially when he's super needy, just ripping your clothes off without a word. other times he'll crack a joke here and there. but yeah most times hes so focused he completely forgets about everything else

H-hair

Um tbh i don't think he cares enough to shave alot, he trims sometimes. but he doesn't really care. occasionally he'll shave because i can get annoying sometimes

I-intimacy

Yknow, sometimes he'll be super intimate, taking his time, whispering soft praising words but other times he's not so intimate. and literally just destroying you..

J-jerking off

I don't think he cares about how much he jerks off, but he does quite a bit, he also struggles a bit with porn which you try to help him with by sending him pics of you or when ur available jerking him off yourself.

K-kink

Tbh, him being a Hard!dom in my opinion, i think hes really into temp play, Breeding, Public play, Orgasm Control/Denial, Pain play, and maybe even pet play if your down for that.

L-location

Mans will take you anywhere, but like anyone, he prefers the privacy of his or your bedrooms.

M-motivation

What really gets him going is when you kiss his neck, he loves the sloppy, half-hearted kisses you give him when your tired or in the mood, just drives him crazy.

N-NO

Literally nothing, he's up for anything tbh, like he'll do pretty much whatever you wanna try.

O-oral

actual prefers when he gives u head, literally gets so pussy drunk, eating you out for hours as you cum on his face over and over. also loves when u go down on him, when you look up at him with a innocent look in your eyes. ugh he could die from just that.

P-pace

Fast, usually really fast and rough, taking you from behind he'd garb your wrist and pull them back for leverage to thrust faster. god he loves fucking you into the mattress so roughly. but some days you guys just need some soft sex. like everyone does.

Q-quickie

Not to big a fan of them. but if he needs to he will. he'd much rather take his time and do all the things he wants to you.

R-risk

When it comes to trying new things he's all for it. but sometimes if things don't go well he'll apologize profusely. making you giggle 'its not your fault baby'

S-stamina

mans has so much stamina its crazy, could go for round after round till you can't fucking speak.

T-toy

he doesn't really use toys, but he has a few for you when you want them. he just doesn't see the point in them. like why would u get toys when u have him? thats his mindset.

U-unfair

oh my god he's always teasing you. running his hands up your bare skin, watching you squirm and plead for him. loves seeing what a mess his small touches do to you. literally drives him nuts.

V-volume

Not really loud, he'll whisper vulgar things to you under his breath and occasional curses and groans will fall from him. 'god so dirty for me, you like the way i stretch you? huh?'

W-wild card

As already said he watches porn, and has totally paid for it before even though he tried to deny it.

X- Xray

he's uncircumcised, pretty average with a slight curve to his cock. not big but its there.

Y-yearning

mans sex drive is so high, he could fuck you everyday if you let him, which most times you do, like said he could go for multiple rounds as well.

Z-zzz (how fast they fall asleep)

He stays up a lot actually, making sure your ok before taking care of himself. always wants to make sure your safe and comfortable first.

#punz imagine #punz x reader smut #punz smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader smut

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