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90ekz · 5 months

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JJK MENS’ FAVORITE SEX THINGS x1

- feat… satoru, toji, todo, higuruma.

- cont… nsfw, very poor dirty talk (someone teach me how to write ts PLEASE), black!fem!reader, typical dom/sub dynamics, sassy men, established relationships, ts nastyyyyy.

- an… ik this is a kinda random bunch, but i wanted to include some underrated men in here !! pt 2 will be up soon with the favs, don’t worry ;)

GOJO SATORU & FINGERING

this man right here… menace to society.

something about massaging your swollen clit with his thumb while he abuses your g-spot with his three fingers of choice is his favorite thing in the world !!!

using his hands during sex in general is a go-to, he knows exactly what it does to you too mmhm.

something about the way you seem to fall apart so much quicker when he uses his hands, watching so intently as he uses his other to press down on your stomach cs it overstims you :(( hes mean i fear

“mm, yeah? that’s that spot right there baby?”

and GOD FORBID you start complaining about how it’s too much, his lil dumbass is smirking and massaging even deeper while tears start to flow down your warm cheeks. asshole vibes 🙄

“awww you cryin’? such a big girl, i know you can give me one more..”

AOI TODO & TIT-FUCKING

to clarify, he didn’t even know you could do this LMFAO

he’d been eyeing your plush chest all night, the top of your dark areolas peaking above your lounging tank. you being you, you were very aware of this fact, and you indulged him. hugging him from behind, “dropping something down your shirt” and asking him to check for it, all the cliches. that man was blushing bhaddd.

eventually he got so needy and asked you to fuck him like a loser :((

so imagine his surprise when you wet his cock with saliva and begin to massage it between your tits, all the while asking him to tell you how it feels. you pushed your boobs together to tighten around him, not at all missing how his breath stuttered in his chest. that man was starstruck and had to hold back his nut fr :/

“ouuu shit—make that dick cum mama…”

now everytime you wear those low cut shirts around your apartment, hes pulling himself out half mast and slapping it on your plush skin, silently demanding.

TOJI FUSHIGURO & BACKSHOTS

do not get me starteddddd.

he adores watching you come back and grind against his dick, meeting him in the middle. the jiggle of your ass is enough to make him drool with a maniacal smile set on his face.

he’s constantly spilling a mix of praise and degradation, how you’re “such a good slut,” and such. he’ll even let you suck on his fingers if he’s gracious.

he’ll yank up any hairstyle you have at the moment and pound into you even deeper. one hand in your hair, another pressing your arch down to his satisfaction. sometimes if he’s feeling sadistic, he’ll won’t move at all and just admire your rhythm against his cock.

“that’s it, there’s my girl… work for that nut.”

as much as you love toji, your hairstylist does not admire him as much as you do. her personal beef has gone on for the entire 2 year length of your relationship that he’s been fuckin’ up lace glue, pulling out braids, unraveling locs, and frizzing up twists, and she has to be the one to fix ‘em… poor girl :/

HIRUMI HIGURUMA & FACE-SITTING

#1 munch award goes to:

you were being very wary about this, considering it isn’t exactly the safest thing to put all of your weight on top of someone’s face and neck but… he hates breathing apparently ??

you feel his rare smile against your sopping wet hole, and his nose bumping against your clit as you grind rhythmically. his nails print crescents into your thighs and he keeps you in place, and he thinks he could die happy right here.

your slick is dripping down his chin, and his dick is so, so stiff. it’s uncanny how committed he is to this, almost like it’s a job—a duty—to please you.

it’s only when you pull away to let him breathe (a notion that he already established that he didn’t need to do) is his smile replaced with a slight scowl, and he’s mumbling into your thighs for you to keep going.

“get back up here, ‘m not done.”

like ok you suicidal freak ??

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springseasonie · 8 months

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Auralism Pt. 3 | PJS (M)

Voice actor Jisung x fem reader

Part 1. Part 2.

Summary: Your minimum wage job at a cafe brings you little to no joy. That was till an unexpected person walked through the door during your closing shift, making your day a lot more eventful.

Warnings: sexual content, dom Jisung, big dick Jisung, public sex, oral (fem and male receiving), face hitting/smacking (not enough to hurt the reader), fingering, cum eating, almost (actually) caught, face riding, face fucking, deep voice Jisung the whole time, hes very talkative

Word count: 6,3k

A/N: hey (laughs nervously) I haven't posted anything in almost a month ik it's criminal lmao. Life has been beating my ass. I hope you guys enjoy it I suffered writing this. Feedback is loved and appreciated 🤍🤍

He did it. He actually did it.

Jisung did a face reveal.

And God, was he one of the finest men you've ever seen. His big brown eyes, sharp nose, plump lips. If sex was a person it would probably be him. He looked better than anything you've ever imagined and deep down you're glad he was handsome because it couldn't break your fantasy. But now your fantasy could be ten times greater.

And unfortunately for you, it means you'll be all the more crazier. Masturbating to his voice is one thing, but you took a jump and masturbated to his face. Now you're at work, trying to clean the tables of the cafe as you attempted to push the events of the night prior to the back of your head. Very rarely are you embarrassed, but this was a new low. But was it really your fault that the center of all your orgasms just happened to be just as hot as his voice?

You're busy scrubbing the tables when you hear the bell on the door ring. It was the middle of closing and you just wanted to make it home to rest at a reasonable hour.

"I'm sorry sir, we're about to close in 10 minutes," you said, still wiping down tables.

"I'm sorry, you guys are the only people open right now and I really need some coffee."

Your heart dropped as soon as you heard his voice. Looking up slowly, you looked at him, standing there in front of you. "I-I…I.."

Jisung looked at you confused, brows furrowed not knowing what's wrong with either you or him. He watched as you gulped, going a bit wide eyed as you kept staring at him. "Are you okay?"

You were usually really good at masking your emotions from your many hours in this job, but this time couldn't be helped. If there was a list of the top ten embarrassing moments of your life, this would definitely be number one. You couldn't even respond to him, hands trembling on your sides slightly. But you had to pull it together, fake it till he left.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you said, but he still looked at you worried. "We're going to close soon though."

"I know…but I really need coffee. Is an Americano okay," he asked, voice whining as he begged.

You gulped as his voice hit your ears, growing more and more aroused as you stood there listening. You couldn't help but stare at him in all his glory. He's tall, probably about 5'11 from where you were standing. He's wearing shorts and a hoodie, but he looks to be pretty muscular and in good shape. You watched as he pulled his wallet out the pocket of his hoodie, the way his fingers were wrapping around the object. You always thought he was just hyping himself up for the audios but fuck, his hands were big. Fingers were long too just like he said.

You didn't notice how long you were checking him out until you heard him clear his throat. Startled, your eyes search to look at anything but him. You really want to go home for the night, but making his coffee as an excuse to keep staring at him is a better idea.

"I don't know if you're tired or not but you keep staring at me," he said, giving you a warm chuckle.

You blinked, snapping out of the trance you were in and looked up at him. "Yeah sorry, I'm exhausted," you laughed, trying not to make the atmosphere stiff. "I’ll make you coffee. Just sit over here."

Jisung walked over to the stool, climbing on the chair as you went behind the counter. You began making his drink, not speaking a word as you worked. The lights in the cafe were dim, giving his features pretty lighting. The way the light hit his long lashes and pretty lips turned your legs to putty. You weren't even paying attention to what you were doing, spilling some of the ice on the ground.

Jisung looked up from his phone, brow raising as he watched you scramble to clean it up. Jisung noticed how jittery you were since he walked in and couldn't understand why. At first, he thought it was just because you were tired, but he saw you staring at him, sneaking gazes a little too much. He wondered what was on your mind, why exactly you kept looking at him. You were definitely his type from a looks standpoint too so maybe he should make the atmosphere less awkward.

Jisung cleared his throat as he looked at you across the counter, gaining your attention for a second. "So, are you from around here?"

You continued making his coffee, pouring 2 shots of espresso in the cup. "Yep, born and raised," you answered, trying to keep your composure. "What about you?"

"Just moved out here a couple of weeks ago," he answered, pushing his hair back.

You froze for a second, processing his words. He's been around you this whole time and you had no idea? Of course you would have no idea, you had no idea who he was up until the night prior. But the fact remained that you could have spoken to him at any time, completely unaware that he was the man making your day worth it every night.

"Really," you said, pouring the espresso over the ice. "Are you in school or anything?"

"Yeah, I'm in uni," he nodded. You watched as he licked his lips following his answer.

"What's your major?"

"Computer science."

You snickered to yourself. No one would ever guess he was a computer science major based off of his reddit content. He seemed like a completely different person offline, nothing like you imagined but you liked that. "So you live on campus or..?

"Oh no I have my own place that I rent out," he answered, shaking his bangs from his face. You were too focused on making his coffee to notice him eyeing your body from across the counter. If you did notice you'd probably melt or something, he's very careful with his looks.

"Really? This city is pretty expensive to live in, especially as a college student," you said. "Sugar?"

"Oh yeah, sure," he answered.

You nodded and added sugar before putting the cover on the plastic cup. You placed it in front of him, giving him a small smile. "It's on the house."

He looked at you surprised, but shook his head. "No, no. I'll pay, I'm holding you up anyway."

"Okay if you say so," you said and laughed softly. You started cleaning the coffee machines, throwing the grounds in the trash and throwing the dirty utensils used for the day into the sink. "So," you said trying to fill the silence, "do you do anything else besides school?"

"Oh yeah, I work," he said, sipping his coffee. But you knew that already. You knew his job, and you knew it very well.

"What's your job?"

Jisung glanced at you, who was looking at him intently. He didn't know what to say. Should he tell the truth or just give a vague lie? He wasn't exactly open about his job, but he took a leap of faith the night prior with his face reveal. People were bound to recognize him sooner or later.

"I do a bit of voice acting," he said, taking a sip right after.

"Really? Voice acting and computer science are really different things," you said leaning on the counter.

"Well, a lot of people told me I should try. They said I have a nice voice."

"They were right," you complimented. "It's really nice." You didn't realize how you said it, but your sudden tone change made Jisung quirk his brow. You were really trying to keep it together but the more he spoke, the more memories flooded in your head of every single time you laid in your bed cumming for hours to his voice. You felt your hands twitch looking at the man, his eyes never really leaving your leaning frame as you looked at him in silence, heart and head racing.

"Thank you." Jisung took another sip, but this time it was slow as he kept eye contact with you. The air grew thicker, you looking prettier than when he first walked in as he kept his eyes on you. "I never really asked you about yourself. What do you do besides this?"

"Go to school, write a bit, nothing special," you answered.

"Mhm.."

At this rate, you were probably going to slip up if he kept making noises like that. Sweat was collecting on your temple from your raging hormones – it was almost becoming too much to bear. All you think about it was him fucking you against the counter, hand wrapped around your throat as he whispered nasty things in your ears. He was so hot just sitting there drinking, you felt like a hormonal teenager. Your underwear was not surviving the night dry. You lifted yourself off the counter and went to the sink full of dishes, sticking your hands in the water to clean them.

"What do you write," he asked, typing on his phone.

"In school I do a lot of research reports, but I write lots of fiction in my own time," you answered.

Jisung hit the post button, placing his phone on the counter. However it didn't go unnoticed how yours buzzed at almost the exact same time. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was just a weird thing that happened at the moment, but maybe the thought in the back of his head was right the whole time. Maybe you did know who he was and that was why you were acting weird when he first walked in.

You picked up your phone, checking the notification to see it was a post by the very many sitting in front of you. You read it, reading something about him being bored so there was probably going to be a surprise later that night. Right as you glanced up at him from your phone, he was staring right at you, a smirk tugging in his lips.

"So you do know me," he chuckled softly.

"What? I don't know you." You were completely caught off guard by the sudden accusation. The whole time, you thought you were doing so well in masking it, but somehow he found you out.

Jisung took another sip of the cold drink, gulping as he chuckled at your panicked response. "It's okay, you don't have to be nervous." He licked his lips pausing before speaking. You were clearly uncomfortable with the exchange and he should probably stop, but he wanted to have fun with it. "You listen to my stuff often?"

"I…" You blinked, not sure if you wanted to answer his question. You were standing there in a room alone with him just like you always imagined. So many times in your head, you had scenarios of how you would meet him, but at your job wasn't one of them.

"What? Are you embarrassed," he laughed.

"I'm not embarrassed, this is just not the way i thought it'd go," you admitted, mumbling.

"Meeting me? That's cute, you thought about it," he said, resting his face on his palm. "I never asked you your name."

"Y/N," you answered.

"Well, Y/N, I'm glad that I have pretty people like you that listen."

There it was, his soft soothing bedroom voice that made you lose your mind. You were about to respond when he cut you off unexpectedly. "Do you touch yourself listening to them?"

If life were a TV show, there would be a room full of gasps with no one around. You couldn't even move, just keep squeezing your thighs together like you were doing for the past 5 minutes. You felt small with the way his eyes lingered on you, waiting for you to answer.

"You don't have to answer if you want to. I was just curious," he said, giving you a kind smile.

"I-I do."

He nodded, smirking to himself at your change in body language. Nothing turned him on more than knowing you listened to his voice and came from just that. Knowing he could give you pleasure without even looking at you, touching you, doing anything but speak to you was starting to make him hard. Of course he knew all these things happened regardless but having living proof in front of him made his mind reel.

"How often?" He tilted his head slightly, watching you lick your lips as you looked away from him, wiping your hands on your apron.

"Really often.."

"Like every night?"

"Something like that." You said you weren't embarrassed about it before, but somehow this situation is probably the worst thing that could have happened to you. You felt like you were caught doing something wrong, like he was interrogating you in a way. But you liked it, you enjoyed the feeling. It made every fiber in your body tingle, making you even more excited.

"That's cute," he spoke softly. "Do you have a favorite?"

You looked at him then at the time. It was now 20 minutes past 8 and everyone should've long been out, but you've been entertaining the man of your dreams for a while. You couldn't possibly just kick him out, not when he seems as into you as you are into him.

"A couple," you answered honestly. You were beginning to feel shy answering all his questions, telling him about how privately obsessed you were with him. But you had no idea that every answer you gave him was only making him harder and harder underneath his sweats. Jisung meant it when he says the thought of his fans touching themselves to his voice turns him on. He thought about it all the time, but now that there is a living breathing example of this, he feels like he had to drag this out.

"Let me guess your favorite one," he said. "Alone time, date with you, couldn't sleep, stress relief…"

Your breath hitched hearing the title of the audio you were listening to the night prior. Jisung gave you a dry chuckle, licking his lips as you stood there completely still. The sheer power he had over you was astounding and it sent his mind to crazy places. "You like that one don't you?"

You nodded, gulping at the way he stares at you.

"What's your favorite part?" Jisung's fingertip circles the rim of the cup slowly, questions burrowing into your brain.

"I'm…not answering that," you said quietly.

"Why not," he teased playfully. " Would you like it better if I repeated some things to jog your memory?" He stood up from the stool, making his way behind the counter slowly. You watched Jisung walk behind your counter as you backed away after every step he took. His long legs got to you quicker than you expected, making you lean against the counter as you tried to move away from his large frame. Jisung planted a firm hand next to you, moving your body closer to his as he caged you in.

Leaning down to your ear, the soft tickle of his breath made you shiver. You looked at him, side eyeing the man as you watched every move he made hyper aware of whatever he was doing or saying.

"Does my voice turn you on, hm? Does it make your pretty pussy wet?" Jisung laughed darkly watching the visceral reaction you had to his word. You gasped softly, knees almost going weak immediately as you whipped your head to him, making him raise a brow at you. "Was it that one, or maybe it's an even better line. What about "I know you want my big cock to stretch you good. If I had you I'd fuck you so good you wouldn't remember your name." "

Your mouth parted slightly going dry hearing the words he said in the mic hit your ears in real time. This was definitely a fantasy you played in your head over and over, a reoccurring wet dream that started feeling lucid. At this point you couldn't tell if it was real or fake, if he was actually standing in front of you or if you were genuinely crazy.

"So which one, hm? Or should I keep reciting more lines," he asked, smirk on his face as he scanned your expression.

"Those were fine," you responded breathlessly. At this point, his face was extra close to yours. You couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid you'd fall to your knees and beg him to touch you so you opted for his lips instead. But oh boy, was that a bad idea, because now you couldn't stop thinking about kissing him, his lips all over your body, how they would feel all over your core.

Jisung stares at you, emotions coming to a standstill as he feels his dick becoming fully hard in his pants. This could either go one of two ways: he fucks you on this counter or rubs one out at home. But it's not looking like the second option is happening anytime soon. Not when he happened to be in a situation where 2 of his fantasies could happen at once.

"Do you have any other favorites? I could repeat some more stuff," he said. Jisung licked his lips as he eyed you, watching you squirm slightly under him. "Or maybe we can reenact it."

"Yes," you answered almost too quickly. "I-I wanna reenact it."

Jisung placed his hand on your hip, pressing his fingertips into your side. Your mind went fuzzy, his hands on your body turning your aching core into a pool. You could cum just from his hand on your hip and it wasn't even touching your bare skin. "Tell me which one and I'll make it happen, beautiful."

"7 minutes in heaven," you answer quietly, looking down at your feet. You don't know why you felt so embarrassed telling him about that particular audio, but it was another one you listened to often also. It was one of the rare audios where he showed his rough side, the side that would linger in your head for days to come.

Without a word, he chuckled softly, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your head. "You're a little pervert, you know that right? Get on the floor."

You kneeled down directly in front of him, pants getting wet from the pool of melted ice from earlier. It hadn't registered that you were doing this in an area where anyone could walk by, where cameras are pointed, but you were far too gone. You looked up at him, breathing heavily as he stared down with hungry eyes.

"Tell me what you liked about it."

"How demanding you were," you mumbled.

He gave you a dry chuckle, licking his lips as he stared down at you. "Suck my dick." You looked up at him, brows raised high as you remained still. Jisung looked at you mockingly, tilting his head when you didn't move. "You can't hear all of a sudden? Suck my dick."

Jisung didn't have to say a word before your hands flew to the waist of his sweats, untying the string. Your fingers made quick work of the knit, but your hands hesitated to go into his pants. You couldn't believe this was actually happening. You were going to fuck the man of your dreams.

"Don't hesitate," he said softly.

You gulped nervously, nodding as you pulled the waist of his sweats and boxers down enough to allow his fully hard cock to spring out. Jisung could tell how numb your brain was at this point, the way you took him in your hands, stroking him slowly. Your breath was shaky despite not doing a thing but kneeling. Jisung wonders if this is something you've dreamt about, something you hoped for. But he no longer has to wonder seeing how you close your eyes, licking and wrapping your mouth around his tip in pure bliss.

Your mouth wrapped around the head, sucking it softly as the small beads of precum hit your tongue. Naturally, you took your hand, wrapping it around his shaft stroking as you sucked him softly. You opened your eyes, lashes fluttering as you looked at the man above you. Jisung watched you intensely, eyes never leaving yours as you bobbed your head. His large hand took a hold of the back of your head, rubbing circles into your scalp as you kept going.

The lights were still on, all windows open on the dark street. Anyone who walked by could probably tell you were on your knees, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was finally being able to make the man in your audios cum like you always wanted. Soon, Jisung's hold on your head became rougher, guiding your mouth lower and lower, more and more. You moaned softly around him, looking up as your brows furrowed.

"Yeah, take it," he mumbled, moaning softly.

It was just like his audios, the soft dominant tone he took to the mic. It almost made your head spin.

"You like having that pretty mouth on my cock?" You moaned and nodded in response, earning a smirk from him. Jisung pulled himself out of your mouth giving you a chance to breathe as he forced you to look at him. "Use your words princess."

"Yes, yes I do."

"Good girl." Jisung parted your lips with his tip, your jaw gladly dropping for him. You stuck your tongue out, taking him while in your mouth and throat. Jisung rocks into your mouth slowly, savoring the way you feel around him. Jisung's moans and groans made you drunk right off his sounds, the only things you're able to focus on is his voice and his cock.

"Look at you," he groaned softly. "looking at me with those big pretty eyes, you're such a good girl Y/N."

He kept thrusting slowly, gradually speeding up making you furrow your brows. You held onto his pants, gripping the fabric as he fucked your throat, sucking him at the same time. Jisung closed his eyes, throwing his head back as his breathing increased just like in his audios.

Your throat tightened around him, saliva messy and all over your chin. His groans and moans were music to your ears, making you want to do more than just a blow job. Just then, you feel a smack on your cheek, not enough to hurt you, but just for the impact. You looked up at him, moaning as he grabbed your hair rougher.

"You liked that? You like it when I smack you," he asked condescendingly. You wished you could answer but your mouth is occupied at the moment. Another smack landed on your face followed by a dark chuckle from the man above you. "You've been dreaming of this haven't you Y/N. C'mon, answer. Oh wait…you can't with your mouth full of my cock can you?"

Jisung kept fucking your mouth at a steady pace, pulling out periodically to let you catch your breath. He was constantly edging himself, moans and grunts becoming louder every time he was close and closer to his orgasm. The scene of you below him was messy. Saliva falling from your mouth, lips swollen and puffy, face absolutely fucked out. He loved it.

"Fuck I can't take this anymore," he mumbled. Jisung pulled himself out of your mouth, giving you a second to catch your breath. "Stand up, I need to taste you."

Jisung took your hands, helping you stand. You instantly leaned on the counter as he dropped to his knees, untying your apron. You took the fabric off your body, dropping it on the counter as he undid your jeans. Jisung pulled them down with your underwear to your ankles.

"Fuck," he said breathlessly, looking at the wetness between your legs. "Fuck, I do this to you?"

You nod silently, a little too turned on to even form words. Jisung smacks the side of your leg, rubbing the spot with his thumb softly right after. "Speak, princess."

"Y-yes you do. All the time. Every night."

Jisung licks his lips, eyes flickering between your face and your soaked core. His breathing was ragged, gulping silently as he just stared at you. "Can I eat your pussy?"

"Fuck yes."

That's was all he needed to dive into your core making you spread your legs even wider for him. Jisung lapped up your juices like a dehydrated man, moaning and whimpering all over your sensitive clit. It wasn't until you looked down at him that you realized he was jerking himself off to eating you out. Jisung flicked his tongue against your clit, stimulating the swollen bud.

"Fuck, oh my god," you moaned softly, voice cracking from the surge of pleasure.

Jisung smiles against your cunt, eyes heavy as he watches you in lust. "You like that, pretty girl?"

"Yes, keep going.."

Jisung never broke eye contact with you, working on himself as he worked to make you cum. You began to rock your hips against his face, his sharp nose nudging your clit ever so slightly making your head spin.

Just at that second, you heard the front door open the sound of the bell ringing in the silent room. In a split second, your hand connects with Jisung's head, pushing him away from your aching cunt. You spun around, looking at the door to see your coworker, Chenle.

"H-hey, I thought you went home for the night," you said. You were speaking a bit louder unintentionally, trying to seem as normal as possible.

"Yeah, but I realized that I left something in the back so I had to come before someone locked up the shop," he said.

You nodded in understanding. You were starting to feel like you could pull it off until you felt Jisung lick a stripe on your cunt as you bent over on the counter. You sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily as you covered your mouth. Thank goodness the counters were so high so Chenle couldn't see the way the younger man was working on your pussy.

"Um, Y/N, are you okay? You look kind of uncomfortable," he asked, looking at you confused.

Jisung moved on from your clit to your entrance, lapping up your arousal. You clenched your jaw feeling his fingers come into contact with your sensitive clit, rubbing the bud in circles.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a stomach ache that's all," you lie. Chenle looks at you, squinting at your unsure answer, but shrugs and walks away.

"You know what's good for stomach aches? Soup," he says.

"I'm pretty sure everyone knows that, Chenle." Jisung chuckles under his breath, lapping at your entrance as he pressed his fingers harder on your clit, making your knees go weak. Thankfully for you, your body was being held up by the counter. "Well hurry up, I want to lock up and go home soon."

"Oh, well I can help you ou-"

"No!" Chenle raised his brows, furrowing them at your sudden denial. "I-I just wanna close alone tonight. It wasn't very busy anyway. I-I can close alone." You couldn't really control the way you spoke at this point, not when Jisung was now rubbing your entrance with his soft fingers, placing soft kisses on your ass. Jisung slowly plunged his fingers inside of you, giving you the stretch you desperately needed.

"Are you sure you're okay," he asks, staring at your flustered expression.

"I'm fine, just a little pain. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before."

Chenle nods, feeling unsure about your answer, but too tired to probe any further. "Okay..if you say so. I'm gonna get my stuff and leave through the back," he said.

"That's fine, just make sure to lock the door on your way out."

You watched Chenle as he nodded and walked away into the back. Watching the door close, you immediately collapse onto the counter, body spent from trying to remain as normal as possible in front of your coworker. Jisung was in awe at how you began to move your hips against his fingers, the desperation in your movements and soft moans. Cunt so wet, your arousal began dripping down his hand. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of you filled the space, your soft whines filling his ears.

"J-jisung, oh fuck," you moaned softly. "I-it feels so good."

"I know baby, I know, but we don't want your friend catching us, do we," he mumbled.

"N-no. I'll keep quiet."

"That's my good girl."

Your attention was split between the man below you and the man on the other side of the wall, making sure he couldn't see you or hear you. But soon enough your focus was all on Jisung who pulled his fingers out your cunt. You whined at the loss of his hand, looking back wondering why he stopped. That's when your body was forced around, back now leaning on the counter like before. Jisung sunk his fingers back into you, fingering you with the same passion as before as he attached his plump lips to your clit.

"Oh my god," you whimpered in a broken moan. Your hand gradually made its way to his hair, cupping the back of his head as you began to move your hips on his hand and face. Jisung sucked you clit hard, flicking his tongue on the bud all while jerking himself under you.

"You're gonna cum for me baby," he mumbled under you.

"Y-yes, fuck, make me cum," you grunted softly.

His moans against your clit sent vibrations all over your body, almost sending you into overdrive. The pleased look on his face, eye contact, his whimpers were far more than you could imagine.

"A-ah, fuck.."

"C'mon baby cum," he mumbled, stroking himself faster. "Cum on my tongue. That's it pretty girl, ride my fucking face. Make me drown in this pussy."

The thought of Chenle being in the back completely disappeared from both of your minds, the both of you moaning and whimpering louder. Your whines and whimpers filled the room as you threw your head back. Jisung fingered you faster, curling his fingers inside of you.

"O-oh fuck, I'm cumming Jisung.." Your body shuddered as you took a hold of his hair, cumming on his fingers and tongue that was flicking your clit even faster through your orgasm.

"Keep cumming baby, don't stop. You're so pretty when you cum baby. Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Jisung pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, cum covering every inch of them. He was so fucked out of his mind, he had to taste you. You watched him as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling all over to savor the taste of your cum. He sucked his fingers clean, eyes never leaving yours. But he couldn’t get enough of you. Jisung dived right back between your legs, making you whine as you leaned on the counter.

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, that feels so good," you whimpered, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your hips moved on their own at this point, riding his face once again, grinding down on his tongue as his nose nudged your clit in the best possible way.

"This pussy loves me, doesn't it, hm," he mumbled, chuckling darkly, feeling your hand pull his hair harder.

"Mhm." You nodded fast, brows knitting feeling that familiar storm of butterflies. "Shit, I'm cumming again."

Jisung smiled between your legs feeling your legs shake again as you gushed all over his tongue. He lapped your cum up like a dog, thirsty for more of your taste. "Good girl. Good fucking girl."

"I-I want you to cum too," you tell him, making him chuckle. "Cum in my mouth, please." You and Jisung quickly switch positions, you now being faced with his rock hard cock. You spit on the tip, licking the flesh messily. Jisung watched you, face still wet from your cum as he moaned softly at the feeling of your mouth. You take him down your throat, gagging slightly as his tip hits the back. Jisung marveled in the way your watery eyes never left his, the way you remained a good girl just for him. Jisung's hand tangled in your hair, the tug hurting in the best way as he began fucking your mouth.

"Take it," he grunted through gritted teeth. "This is what you wanted isn't it? Only sluts want something like this."

Jisung fucked your throat more and more roughly as his orgasm began approaching. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, moaning around him sending vibrations through his body. Jisung pulled himself out your mouth, watching you cough and catch your breath. He tugged his cock quickly, tilting your head up for his orgasm.

"You're so pretty for me on your knees. You take me so good, fitting my big cock in your mouth." He was rambling, brows furrowing as his moans and whimpers grew faster in speed and louder in volume. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out making Jisung lose it. He stroked himself fast, panting, getting louder and louder, faster and faster. Placing his tip on your tongue, he stroked himself faster, big brown eyes never leaving the scene below him.

"A-ah fuck, open wide for me, swallow it all." Jisung came, ropes of cum shooting all over your lips, tongue, face, everywhere. His shaky moans hit your eardrums in the best way possible, the visual of him still milking his hard cock making you wet all over again. The man watched you as you took a bit of his cum off your cheek, sucking your finger right after.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," he mumbled between breaths. Jisung was spent, that being the most intense orgasm he had in a while, he was exhausted. You on the other hand couldn't have been happier. Yes, he did just fuck a fan and it's frowned upon, but you didn't care about any of that. You gave him a blowjob while he ate you out at your job. Life couldn't get any better than that.

Rising to your feet, Jisung took your waist in his arm fast. "Let's get you cleaned up. You must be tired," he said softly.

"I-I am." Jisung grabbed a couple of napkins and wet them before turning to you. He tilted your chin up softly, taking the wet paper to your skin. He wiped his cum off your face gently, making sure not to hurt you in the process.

"Fuck, I can't believe I just did that," he rumbled. "I can't believe you let me do that."

He smiled, a raspy chuckle erupting from his chest. "We have to get out of here. I'm sure some people walking by have already seen us, not that I mind."

"I'd let you do anything." Jisung enjoyed the lust, fucked out look in your eyes. The way you batted your lashes, still just as pretty as you were before getting your face fucked.

"I-I don't mind either, but I don't think anyone walked by or even saw us." You pulled your clothes back on, getting fully dressed in the open area behind the counter along with Jisung who was trying his sweats.

"So, about that coffee," he started. "Do I still have to pay?"

You laughed softly, biting your lip softly. "I completely forgot about that."

"I didn't expect you to remember," he laughed. "not when I just fucked every thought out of you. By the way,..." Jisung grabbed his phone off the counter behind you, not breaking his stare. "Give me your number."

"M-Me?"

"Yeah, who else," he laughed. You gave him your number, cheeks on fire as you typed. The man of your dreams not only fucked you, but now has your number.

"We should meet tomorrow. At my place," he suggested.

You nodded slowly, gulping as he took your waist in his large hands. You could feel yourself melting yet again, just wanting to sink to your knees and let him have his way with you. "w-why your place?"

He leaned into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "So I could give you some private audios. Ones where it's just you and me. How does that sound?"

You look up at him, nodding frantically as you feel the space between your legs flood with arousal once again. "G-good."

"I knew it would." Jisung took his phone, placing it in his pocket. "I would offer you a ride, but I don't have a car," he laughed softly.

"I-it's fine, I have to finish anyway. You go ahead," you said, shooing him away with your hand.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," you nod. Jisung waves goodbye, walking out the door and into the darkness of the street without looking back. You didn't know you were holding your breath as he left, but you exhaled dramatically, internally screaming at the events that just took place. Never in your wildest dreams would you ever think you'd be in a room alone with the man who makes your audio porn, but things just happen.

You were far too exhausted after standing on your feet all day and having the best sex of your life to continue cleaning, so you decided to just leave and go home early. You were sure you were going to have to hear a mouthful from your manager the next day, it's nothing you haven't heard before.

Grabbing your phone, you shoved it in your pocket along with making sure all of your other belongings were with you before you left. You often didn't bring much with you to work, just anything that could fit in your pocket. Turning the lights off, you walked to the front of the store, locking the large glass door and closing it, finally finishing up for the day.

The only thing you didn't know was that Chenle was still in the back, and watched every bit of what happened through the security cameras.

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mrswint3rs · 1 month

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐬

pairings- bela dimitrescu x fem! reader

content / warnings: vampire stuff is based off of the show true blood so !! reader gets high off of vamp blood, loss of blood, imprisonment, loss of consciousness, predator vs. prey, use of pet names, finger sucking, vaginal fingering (r! receiving), biting, praise and degradation (sorry the smut part was short).

a/n- ik this isn’t my best but. i hope you can see the vision was once there 😓🤞🏻my writing motivation is just non existent 90% of the time now..

wc- 1.2k

It’s dark, but you wouldn’t be able to see two feet in front of you even if it wasn’t. It’s cold, only getting colder. The fog of your weakening breaths is your only sign of still being alive.

Just a little further, you think. But you don’t even know where you are.

Snow crunches beneath the weight of your shoes as you limp your way along. You can’t even feel the pain from the gash in your leg anymore. The wind is strong, makes it even harder to keep going. Stings. yet numbs every bit of your exposed skin. You’re almost grateful for that.

A little further, and something finally aligns with your field of view. Something impossible to miss. A castle of sorts. An eerie one, but your only chance at survival.

Your hands, stiff and practically frozen work at the large door of the place. Barely enough strength left in you to get it open, but eventually it does. And you’re not so sure it was all your doing. Nevertheless, you’re inside.

It’s spacious. Overwhelmingly so, but finally a bit of warmth sets in.

Every part of you is on edge. Nothing to stop your bleeding. Nobody seemed to be around to help. No voice for you to even call for help. It was just silent.

Your body sinks down onto the solid ground, unable to maintain its stance. This is the end, you think. At least your last moments were spent in such a beautiful place and not out in the harsh of winter. Your eyes flutter to a close, and your mind shuts off. Total and utter darkness. No light at the end of the tunnel like you see in the movies. Just an empty void.

Always, you’d been curious about what the afterlife would bring. Definitely never expected it to feel like this.

Even now, you’re being drained for all your worth. Like the wax of a candle left to burn into a pool at the bottom of tempered glass. Or rather, a victim to a parasitic leech.

Quite literally.

Your eyes open, teeth gritting as the true pain sets in. A pair of teeth are drilled deep into the meat of your thigh, lips pressed to the opening. You don’t have the strength to pull away or do anything to stop it.

Yellow eyes settle onto your half-lidded ones and a sinister grin graces the being's face. “Finally awake?” she separates from your wound with an open mouth, a mess trickling down her chin. “Oh, you poor thing. Don’t worry, I won’t let you die just yet.”

Instead of continuing to feed off of you like you expected her to, she bites into her own wrist, holding it out to you as if making you an offer. “Open,” she urges. You grimace, turning your head in the opposite direction. In no way was someone else’s blood tempting to you. But she forces you. Grips your jaw and pries your mouth open as much as you allow. “Drink up, little one. I plan to make use of you.”

A bitter, coppery taste pools onto your tongue. You’ve no choice but to swallow. You can tell you’re close to death again. So much lost blood. You have a chance maybe.. just drinking a little would put you back on your feet. Your body was shaking, and your stomach was empty, in desperate need of something. Anything. So you take what you’re given, and the urge to keep taking only grows as you drink. You can’t control it. Can’t stop yourself.

It felt as if a thousand wounds were healing at once. Like a surge of energy flowing through you and you could feel life returning to your veins once more. You felt more alive than you ever had.

In a sudden move, the hand was ripped away. She looked at you, amused at your look of urgency. “Good,” she laughs. “You’ll make a fine pet.”

Her words run through you, igniting a fire. In that moment, she seemed like a goddess. A beautiful, sinister goddess. And she saved you. Something was off. You’d been mentally out of it since you arrived, but not in this way. An unexplainable serotonin boost. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, and you’re openly aware of everything. The feel of the cold concrete floor. The sound of your mixed breathing. But more than anything, her scent. You find yourself feeling more and more drawn to her. The scent, the sweet tang was making you feel weak to the knees.

“You’ve gone and made a mess,” she draws you in closer, eyes scanning over your dazed expression. “Can’t have that now, can we?”

You shake your head in response to her rhetorical question, like a mind controlled dummy. You lean in, lips parted with no words coming out. There was no way for you to express yourself. You were too far gone. Completely taken by her. Whoever and whatever she was. You didn’t care.

Her thumb swipes your lower lip, collecting the sweet crimson along before popping it back into your mouth. Needily, you suck. “Good girl,” she coos, a pleased grin etched on her face. “Let’s clean you up.”

She removes her finger, using her mouth instead. He lips meet yours, in less of a kiss. More like she’s devouring your face. Her tongue glides along the mess of blood, sure to take care of all of it before pulling away. Just the simple contact turned you into a panting mess. One she can’t ignore.

“Spread for me,” she orders. You move your thighs apart without question.

“Such an obedient little pet. I’m going to take good care of you.” her hand cups your crotch, and she maintains eye contact, almost daring you to try and move away. You weren’t going anywhere. Didn’t even want to. “Aw… just look at you. So wet and needy for your captor. Just a deprived little girl, aren’t you? No coincidence you found your way to me.”

Hands pull your remaining clothes out of the way, discarding them in the corner of your cell. She wastes no time, dipping her fingers into your tight opening and drawing a whine from you.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” she giggles, curving into your walls and sliding over your sweet spot repeatedly. “Cry for me.”

Faster, they pummel into you. Your eyes flutter open and shut, eager to see her but it’s difficult to keep them from closing. You’re not sure if it’s her or the effects of her blood, but you’re close to something you’ve never reached before.

“C-cumming,” you whimper, breaths short and harsh. “m’ cumming.”

In response, she adds in her other hand, palming your clit in rapid strokes. “Good, pet. Cum for me. Just from my fingers alone.”

Your back arches slightly, brows knitting together as you reach your breaking point. You can’t stop your legs from shaking. Nor can you stop the desperate moans pouring out from you.

“Such a good girl,” she praises, letting her fingers slip out of your cunt and back into your mouth. “Lick them clean now.”

And you do. You obey her every word like a dog trying to appease its master. Your life was now in her hands after all.

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu smut #resident evil #resident evil x reader smut #resident evil smut #re8 bela dimitrescu #re8 village #resident evil village

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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I love your work so much and it has been like 2 hours since i discovered it aghhh ><

(Nsfw) ik you're on hiatus but just a quick idea(thought it was cool sorry TT). Itoshi rin as a butler and the reader as royalty, reader initiates things by teasing rin but rin rejects because of their differneces in class but eventually give in and lets out his inner yandere 🙏 they have sex secretly with rin degrading reader for being such a whore even though shes royality🤦‍♀️ (you can write it in any way you want ill be satisfied anyways) please ignore if you dont like it im not trying to force you to write this 🙏 love you hope everything's fine!

tysm doll 💜 i'm glad you enjoy my works :p

wc : 1.0k, not proofread.

warnings : dark themes, mentions of nudity, rin has a temper, degradation, mentions of sadness, y/n having a break down, fingering, mentions of alcohol and use of poison, intended for murder. based in victorian period.

Rin is the butler of the house and has been your childhood friend. Considers himself to be distinct from you, he makes his bed on mornings, getting into his suit. Over the years it was the same routine, making your bed, telling you your schedule for the day, reminding you to dab the corner of your mouth when you ate something, giving you a glare when you picked up the wrong fork or when you were crass, even telling you to sit up straight when you slouched.

He is a strict disciplinarian, going harsh and hard on you, sometimes even pushing you to the verge of tears yet he was also the shoulder you cried on certain nights, finding solace in his stiff posture, not daring to touch you. He knew the two of you couldn't be in the same world. You were the princess while he was your butler. A gentle hand like yours wouldn't want his scarred one, he would think, staring into his glass of wine on the kitchen counter. little did he know that you liked him and had found adoration for him over the years.

Just when Rin couldn't seem to shake you out of his head, things got worse. Your bed was messy than usual - taking him hours to spread it over. Your behavior became more crass and you became more defiant, shooting back at him.

the last straw was when you demanded that he bathe you, extending a foot towards him, your breasts covered with the milkiness of the soaped water in the large bath, the sunlight reflecting off your skin making you look tempting to man. "Go on. Clean me, Rin." you tempted, waving your foot of at him.

Throwing the sponge on the ground, he had had enough, getting into the water with you, his shirt becoming soaked and transparent. Holding you by the throat, he leans in menacingly towards you. "I can tolerate having to do chores. But what I won't tolerate is you disrespecting me. Try that again and I'll make sure that you are punished. I might be a mere butler, but remember. I know you like the back of my hand and these years of experience have given me enough knowledge about you. The next time you disrespect me, I will make sure to take you over my fucking knee. Are we clear about that princess?"

You don't talk to him for weeks, while he adjusts to you until he was in the courtroom, summoned by your mother the queen. "Make sure that she fits into the finest of gowns you can find and that she attends to the tailor to have her measurements taken." she commanded. "She has to impress her suitors." The dreaded instance. You were in your early twenties, bound to be married. He was upset that night, going to town once the sun went down to drown his sorrows in his glasses of wine for he hated beer. As the week passed by, he noticed instances of your courtship with the prince of a neighboring kingdom whose name and face he did not bother to remember.

It wasn't until one bold night he couldn't hold it in anymore, watching you give him lust and desired filled glances despite the fiancé of your parents choosing giving you attention with lavish gifts. He came to your chambers that night demanding answers.

"You just love pushing my buttons, don't you princess. What kind of a whorish upbringing did you even have to start behaving like this?" he taunted you as he thrust two fingers into your soaking wet cunt. "Do you just love seducing men and then not giving them what they want? Do enjoy torturing me?" He watched as you turned your head from side to side, refusing to meet his eyes. "Can't even see me. Aren't you even the least bit ashamed of yourself?" he prodded further. You refused to answer, your lips sealed.

Getting on top of you, he grinds his knee into your pussy, making you moan, his hands firmly holding yours above your head.

"Tell me princess, do you like driving a man to the verge of insanity ? Making him watch you with your future husband yet letting him fuck you in this bed ? Just how low has your dignity fallen princess? You're not even worth a common whore, in fact you're worse." he sneered, gathering your hands into his wrist whilst the other was holding the flesh of your thigh. "What other choice do I have?! My parents want me to marry someone of royal stature, yet they care less about me. You've seen how ruthless my kin can be, marrying off my sisters to gain more lands. You think I'm happy ?! huh?! Do you ?!" you cry. He felt nothing more than to make your anguish disappear. Words of love were exchanged that night. "I'm here." "I'm not leaving you." The usual gruff and strict disciplinarian of a butler had turned into a lover, giving you words of affirmation with every thrust, moaning into your ear and kissing every part of your body that his lips could reach, losing his sanity over and over again as your drew him into your warm welcoming arms. The thought of you being with someone else being pushed into the back of his mind replaced with how good you were clenching around him while your nails drew lines down his back, his hand swiping at your clit to give you your release. Lying in the same bed with you he kissed your forehead while his hand pet your hair a sign of a short goodbye as he was to leave early the next morning.

He watched as you pretended to be interested in the talks your fiancé was giving, with the occasional smile you gave him along with a playful tap. Looking into the tray of wines, he knew the prince's glass, slipping a poison into it. You would weep perhaps from shock and sadness over the loss of a life. But in the end,

you would always turn to his shoulder for solace just as you had in good old days.

#belle.☏#.lost sheep : anon #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader smut #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock smut #itoshi rin smut #bllk x reader smut #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk smut #yandere blue lock

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kiss-theggoat · 8 months

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Hii I see you have requests open :3

Can I please get short fan fiction of Art the clown x female reader with glasses ?

Maybe a bit

Smutty

A/N: Thank you for the request!! I hope you like it! (For the sake of this fic, Art’s suit is a two piece, ik it’s not canon but I couldn’t find a way to write the scenario with his jumpsuit 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤)

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Art the Clown x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: A mysterious man returns your glasses at a party, and you find a very nice way to thank him.

TW: Art is bloody, Handjobs, Cum eating, you are drunk during this encounter so dub-con

Music thumped through the club and filled you completely, moving up through your feet and into your chest where you felt the bass boom. Your eyes were closed as you lost yourself in the rhythm, a large crowd of people surrounding you doing the exact same.

The center of the dance floor was crowded and hot, people bumping into you and sweating on you, but you hardly cared at this point. You felt yourself getting lost in the music, melting away all of your stress and your body never felt more at one with the music, but of course, the liquor you’d consumed helped with that quite a bit.

You knew exactly what happened, and as you touched your face, your fears were confirmed. You whipped around and tried to see the floor of the dance area, but all you could see was every square inch covered by someone’s shoe. There was no way you’d find your glasses, and if you did, they were surely broken. You groaned and turned around, taking your shot of vodka without drinking your water. After losing your expensive glasses, you needed to get back out on the dance floor.

As you made your way back over to the center of the dance floor, maneuvering through a horde of sweaty, dancing bodies, strangers rubbing up against you without another thought, your entire body felt like it was tingling. You’d come to this party alone, but hoped to change that before the night was over. In your drunk and blurry haze, you scanned the crowd, hoping to find someone who was alone and feeling the same way you were.

Your head started to spin as you felt the shot that you took, cheeks flushed and sweat coating your back. The music filled your ears and you swore you could feel it behind your eyes, your brain was immersed in the bass and rhythm, you moved your hips without caring who was around you.

After what felt like an eternity of you getting lost in the music and losing yourself to the rhythm, you felt a very firm finger tap your shoulder, yanking you from your trance. You wiped the hair that'd stuck to your lip gloss away from your face, turning to see who touched your shoulder.

A clown clad in black in white raised his stained glove to wave his grimy looking fingers at you. I’m your drunk and blurry haze, all you saw was a man wearing a costume. And he was alone. You reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to encourage him to dance with you, but he stayed stiff as a board. From what you could tell, he was still smiling. His hand raised between both of your bodies, holding onto the expensive glasses you’d lost.

You let out a gasp. “Oh my god! You found my glasses!” Vision was restored to you as you slid the finger-print stained glasses over your face again, allowing you to really take in the man who’d returned them. His teeth were stained red and black, black grease painted like stretched into an inhuman smile.

“Good costume!” You told him, stumbling a bit as you started to move to the rhythm. You were drunk and you both knew it. The clown crept forward, blatantly checking out your body as you moved, the grin never leaving his angular face. You turned your back to him, moving your hips to the best of the music, closing your eyes and letting the bass move up from the floor through your body to your head where it made the spinning from the alcohol worse, but you didn’t care.

You also didn’t care when you felt those same stained hands that returned your glasses slide around the small of your back and to the front of your hips, holding them firmly. You turned your head to see the clown, dancing behind you with a smirk on his face.

The warmth that you felt in your cheeks from the alcohol spread through your entire chest and down to your stomach. This was the first time tonight you’d been touched, danced with like this. In response, you pushed back against him with fervor, arching your back so that your back was flush against his chest. He seemed to enjoy this, pushing his hips forward against you and his hands slid up your stomach to your chest, holding your tits through your clothes.

A smile broke out on your face, your smaller hands sliding over his. You knew getting groped at a Halloween party isn't exactly the best way to meet someone, but in this moment, you couldn’t care less. As you danced, feeling him move behind you, you figured that you owed the man a favor. I mean, he returned your glasses right? Those things are expensive! It’s only fair that he gets a finder's reward.

Your hands left his, moving behind you to find his narrow torso. The silk of his clown suit felt nice against your fingertips as you trailed them downwards, finding the waistband of the silk pants he wore. You slid your hand beneath them, quickly discovering that the clown wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You laid your head back against his shoulder, staring up at him from below. He gave you a look that you couldn’t decipher, mouth falling slack and eyes narrowing just a little bit, but his hands continued to massage your chest, and you took that as your green light. You moved your hand lower and finally wrapped your fingers around his cock, watching his face contort at your touch.

With a firm grip you began to slowly stroke him, taking a look at your surroundings. No one had noticed you two yet, too enamored with their own affairs to realize you were giving a clown a handjob in the middle of the room.

You continued to dance as you moved your hand back and forth, collecting the precum that leaked from his tip to drag it down to the base, lubricating your hand. You could tell from how he scrunched his eyes that he liked that, so you did it again, running your thumb over the tip of his dick.

He flinched for a second and held onto your body tighter. He’d stopped dancing now, stiff as a board except for the occasional thrust forward into your hand. He leaned his head back, jaw slack and black lips making an ‘o’ as you watched his eyes roll back. Your chest swelled with pride, knowing you were making the painted stranger feel so good.

The music continued and as did you, still moving your hips to look as natural as possible, masking the fact that you were speeding up now, hand pumping the shaft of his cock faster and faster each time he reacted to you. He leaned his head forward again and stared down into your eyes, his own looking sleepy and half lidded. His mouth was still open, but you leaned forward and gave him a playful nip on the bottom lip, watching his face scrunch in reaction.

The way his breathing sped up clued you in on the fact he was close, his hips thrusting into your hand with every stroke. You tighten your grip at the base before running your thumb over the tip, repeating this with every pump and before you knew it, the clown dug his fingernails into the soft skin of your chest, hips jutting forward and head throwing back, eyes closed tightly. You looked around, no one had their eyes on you.

Warm cum shot over your hands and on the inside of his pants, and you slowly stroked him through his orgasm, waiting until he looked back at you to take your hand from his pants. You gazed into his eyes as you licked his cum from your palm, tongue sticking out before you swallowed.

For once, he looked shocked, feeling a surge of arousal go through him again at the sight. Maybe he’d keep you.

#slasher x reader #slashers #horror movies #horror fanfiction #slasher x y/n #art the clown x reader #art the clown fanfiction #art the clown #art the clown x you

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saetoru · 2 years

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#𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘!

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ kaeya and diluc don't have much in common, even if they're brothers

☰ pairing ⋮ diluc ragnvindr x reader x kaeya alberich

☰ length ⋮ 2.1k words (it was meant to be longer but i was struggling ok)

☰ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, cheater! reader (rip), you cheat on diluc with kaeya </3, neglectful bf! diluc, slightly lovesick! kaeya, business/modern au, NOT canon-compliant/accurate, they are implied to be biological brothers (ik kaeya was adopted but go w it), strained familial relationships, semi public sex, office sex, slight teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (princess + baby), diluc walks in </3

☰ notes ⋮ cat got me to officially really play genshin finally. now i am sick over kaeya and diluc. especially diluc SOBS but i started writing this when i was more into kaeya so this is a big rip for diluc my baby </3

“you know, i’d never leave you alone in an outfit as cute as this if i were diluc,” kaeya grins, sliding his hand up your skirt, eyes glinting in amusement as he feels the wet patch on your underwear. he hums, pressing hot kisses along your neck, making you whimper at the attention.

attention. it’s funny, you think—just how much a little attention can change so quickly.

kaeya is nothing if not persistent, he has his eyes set on you one way or another—and truth be told, it’s probably the one thing he has in common with his brother. from the way they walk and talk, to the way one has crimson locks while the other sports blue, you think if you ask anyone, they’d say kaeya and diluc are the last two men anyone would expect to be brothers. they’re just too opposite, couldn’t be any more different if they tried…and something tells you they never have to try.

you’ve heard less than kind things about the blue-haired nuisance (as diluc likes to say) from your boyfriend—diluc isn’t tightly knit with his brother, and he doesn’t exactly try to hide it. he comes into your office on more than one occasion with a scowl on his face and heavy breaths heaving from his chest as he tries to calm himself down, mouth running faster than you can comprehend the words as he vents about his sibling with rather…colorful words.

but still, kaeya doesn’t seem that bad in your eyes, even despite the image your boyfriend paints of his brother. you think diluc exaggerates things sometimes. sure, kaeya is a little immature and has a track record of being a tad bit unprofessional at times, and it may be true that he has a natural gift for popping blood vessels and making your head ache with his nonsense—but kaeya is also kind under the facade.

at least, that’s what you’ve come to learn.

he brings you coffee fresh from the pot—he brews a new batch himself because he knows the longer it sits, the worse it tastes. he replaces your pens when you’ve used them through—and he even gets the fancy brand you like, even if a little costly. sometimes, you almost feel bad listening to your boyfriend vent about a guy who treats you so well.

but then again, maybe that’s why you like kaeya in the first place—he treats you so well.

when was the last time diluc came into your office seeking you out for you? when was the last time you were something other than a person to vent to? when was the last time he noticed you because he craved you?

you can’t answer the question honestly. and then there’s the fact that he’s stiff outside the office too. he’s kind, sure. he’s respectful and treats you as an equal, he swipes his credit card and gives you what you want on more than one occasion—he does it without hesitation, too. he doesn’t look at the numbers when it comes to you, which should make your heart soar…right?

but he doesn’t answer your texts on time, and he’s too busy for dates to be a regular occurrence, and he’s just so invested in inheriting the family business. it’s my job as the next in line, he always tells you with a kiss on your forehead when you’re disappointed that he’s got no time for you, someone has to pick up the slack kaeya doesn’t.

and then you’re left to wonder…maybe all the things you thought attracted you to diluc are actually every reason to choose kaeya instead.

kaeya skips meetings to hang out in your office (though he’s often a distraction) and he spams your phone with random messages (though it’s a bit obnoxious) and he never puts other things before you (though you’re sure it’s more because he simply doesn’t care for a lot of things in general.)

so now you’re here, pressed against the desk of your own boyfriend’s office, underwear soaked and pussy dripping as his brother teases your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“you’re dripping,” kaeya purs, chuckling as you whine from the barely-there friction of his finger, “and it’s all for me. ‘sn’t that something?”

“k-kaeya…diluc ’ll be here any secon—”

“you really want me to stop?” he feigns shock, fingers retreating from where you need him most in an instant.

no, you realize, you’re wrong—kaeya has a lot more in common with his brother than anyone realizes. the way they both have you ready to sob for it while barely doing anything at all is proof enough that they’re siblings.

“no!” you gasp, pushing your hips back and chasing his hand, trying to rekindle the friction—even as minimal as it is. he snickers behind you, chest pressed against your back as he kisses your neck. his hand smooths over your ass, squeezing firmly before you feel something hard poke you from behind. “please,” you whimper, “need it—need you.”

he likes the sound of your voice so desperate—it makes him just a little satisfied that he finally has something his brother doesn’t. that he has something that he’s taken, not just given second hand.

diluc doesn’t deserve you. kaeya comes to this conclusion the first time he notices your sad eyes when his brother brushes you off to stay extra after work. he would never do that, he decides—he would skip meeting after meeting if you so wished that of him. he could make your eyes light up, he thinks, or at the very least—tear up from pleasure instead of pain.

“need me where, hmm?” he teases. his cock is hard—aching and swollen in the tight confinement of his pants, begging to be released so he can sink into the glistening folds of your cunt. but he’s waited a long time for this—so he decides to take his time with you, at least for a bit. what’s a little extra after waiting so much already?

“i-in me,” you plead, “please, need you to fuck me. need to cum,” your lips are almost pouting, lashes almost wet from the tears threatening to cling to them.

gone is the shame. gone is the remorse that you’re cheating on your boyfriend with his brother in his own office. gone is any semblance of reason and self-control as soon as kaeya slips up your skirt and tugs the flimsy fabric of your underwear aside—he decides he doesn’t have the patience to fully take it off. somewhere in the process, he’s seemed to have freed his cock, the wet, fat tip pressing against your clit before dragging up and down along your entrance as he gathers your slick and smears it along his length.

you whimper and he grunts, the slight shoot of pleasure running up your spine, enough to make you choke back on a needy whine. he grabs your hips tightly, and your hands grip the edge of the desk to brace yourself as he slowly pushes past your dripping folds, inching into you slowly with a throaty groan. good, you feel so good, and he’s not even fully in you yet.

how can diluc keep his hands off of you for longer than five minutes, let alone ignore you for more than half the day? kaeya can’t understand it. he’s parched, thirsty for it, thirsty for you—like a man desperate for water as the summer sun glares down on him with scorching heat, bubbling up his throat with carnal desire.

he thrusts his hips with a swift motion, too impatient to keep any self-control left. you mewl, back arching up to push down on his cock, feeling him curve deeper into you. the thick veins running along his length drag along your walls, making your eyes blur from the sensitivity.

“that’s it, princess,” he groans, “shit, such a tight fuckin’ pussy. ‘s not fair he gets all this to himself,” he spits, slamming his hips into you harshly, mercilessly, unforgiving as he rightfully claims what should be his.

you should be his—right from the start you were meant to be his.

“so deep,” you gasp, and he lets out a strained chuckle, breath fanning against your skin and making you shiver. “feels…feels so good,” you pant.

“yeah? you feel that?” he angles his hips to hit the blunt head of his cock against your sweet spot, perfect and precise‚ like he knows you without even trying. “feel me? ‘s like i was made for you, huh? take me so well, princess, squeezin’ me in—’m barely able to move,” he groans. “fuck—fuck, you’re so good.”

“kaeya, please,” you sob, “faster.”

your voice cracks as it says his name. it makes the thin thread tying him to sanity snap almost immediately.

and that’s all it takes for his hips to piston his thick girth in and out of your dripping cunt, animalistic in his pace. the mess of your slick and his pre cum coat your thighs and his crotch as he slaps his balls against your ass, and you can hear the smacking of skin against skin—the wet, squelching sound of his cock bullying into your pussy and filling up the room with the sound of your betrayal.

except it doesn’t feel like a betrayal—it feels like you’re choosing yourself for once, like you’re putting yourself first over a man who doesn’t think about you twice. it feels so right—so how can it be wrong?

kaeya’s voice is raspy against your ear, pretty and deep yet holding just a hint of whininess with the labored pants that spill from his throat. his hands are bruisingly tight against your hips, you’re sure they’ll leave marks from his nails digging into the flesh. his cock slips in and out of you harshly, curving into you so deep, you swear you can feel him in your throat.

and then you wonder, what would it be like to have him down your throat? how would he taste on your tongue? how would he sound with your head between his thighs?

the image itself is enough to rip a high-pitched mewl from you, cunt sensitive and throbbing, aching to relieve the pressure slowly building up in a steady ache. you’re close, so close—you can taste your release just seconds away as you reach the precipice of your high.

“‘m close, so close—g-gonna cum,” you moan, “for you—gonna cum for you,” you say so sweetly, like nectar flows from your lips. kaeya has almost half a mind to turn you around so he can suckle your lips like fruit off the tree—forbidden, yet still the height of his desires.

“cum for me, princess,” he groans, hand coming up so his thumb can roll over your clit in harsh circles, “wanna feel you—can you cum for me? let go, baby.”

and that’s all it takes for you to let out an ear-shattering squeal—surely the whole floor has heard you by now if they haven’t already. you can't bring yourself to care, and kaeya can’t bring himself to shove down the satisfaction. your walls spasm around him, making him whine as his own orgasm rips through him in tidal waves.

you can feel his cock twitch with every thick rope of cum he paints your walls with, fucking his load deep into your womb like you’re his to mark. he’s sensitive—lets out a whimper into your neck as he cums, makes your skin rise with goosebumps at the sweet sounds he makes in the height of his pleasure. he’s perfect, you think—and you’re hit with the realization as he breaks for you that you want him.

as wrong as it is, you want kaeya just as bad as he wants you.

“fuck, baby,” he groans as he finishes, “you’re something else, y’know that?”

you let out a tired giggle, feeling his body lightly slump over yours as he kisses the back of your neck.

“yeah i been told here and there,” you tease. “but you can tell me agai—”

the door opens and cuts you off, and before you can even fully comprehend what’s happened, two red and horrified eyes are blinking at you in shock before landing on a pair of smug eyes behind you.

“oh, hey,” kaeya says with a smooth voice, lips curling into a smirk as he eyes diluc casually, “that’s a first. your meetings usually never end early.”

#teepods.writings #thirstee!#fics.#genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x you #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya x you #diluc x reader #diluc x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x you

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cranberryjuice-posts · 13 days

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DARINGGGG GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE ASYLUMMMM

IM BACK W ANOTHER REQUEST POOKIE (YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT JS TAKE UR TIME)

OK SO CLARISSE X PERSEPHONE!DAUGHTER (THIS IS ANGST ANGST ANGST) WHERE THEY'RE IN THE BATTLE OF MANHATTAN AND READER IS STABBED SO OBS CLARISSE RUSHED OVER TO LIKE TRY AND SAVE THEM. BUT READER ALR KNOWS THEYRE DYRING SO THEY'RE IKE "its ok it's ok. I'm ginna go see my mother, i'll be fine!

BAWLING

(clarisse is taking over my mid)

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND TAKE CARE OF YOUTSELF POOKIE

- I’ll be back -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Persephone! Reader

An - just a heads up as I said in my Korra fic this will probably be my last clarisse fic For a while. The hyperfixation and excitement to write for her is slowly going away, I will be writing most all of the request that I do have for her eventually but other than that I will be taking a short break I hope you all understand!

The sky had a thick layer of grey over it. The destruction to manhattan causing cement and other forms of pollution to take over the air.

Swinging your weapon aimlessly you tried to fight off the growing hoard of monsters. It was hard, fighting for gods know how many hours, seeing people you loved and care for die in-front of you and slowly loosing your siblings.

What hurt the most was seeing kids you grew up and laughed with fighting against you. Fighting for a cause that would benefit no one, fighting for what seemed like a dream that was never going to be real.

Trudging into a hidden alley way you lifted up your shirt. Looking down you saw the poisoned arrow shot wound becoming purple; throbbing harder and harder by the second.

Muffling your scream you pulled the dirty bandages off your body, tossing them into a dumpster. Rummaging through the bag at your side you quickly tried to change the dressings.

In the middle of war a second of peace was rare, a moment to asses your injuries was non existent, a chance to mentally reflect on your surroundings ended in death.

Death that forever followed you.

Standing stiff you were almost to scared to look down. If you gas lighted yourself enough you couldn’t feel it, it wouldn’t be true. It was foolish to think that you could of hidden from war.

“Checkmate” a raspy voice behind you whispered. Tyla.. s a daughter of Tyche and a friend who you had always competed with. Simple childish competion that eventually ended in celestial bronze piercing through your gut.

You’ve never been the best fighter but receiving deadly wounds twice in one day was setting the bar low. Pulling her sword out you fell to your knees, a metallic sound swinging in the air and hitting you in the back of your throat.

Tylas rough combat boot pressed your face into the gravel, tears quickly falling out of your face. “See You in hell” sliding the rubber bottom off your cheek she spat on you. Walking away with the intent to kill another.

Laying in the dirty alley way your thoughts went from the pain slowly leaving your body to memories of her. Of clarisse.

Sitting on the doc together where you shared your first kiss at sun down.

The first argument which ended with you both apologizing and laying together.

Sneaking into the ares cabin just to get caught the following day because you accidentally grew dead roses outside her window.

The awkward confession and her asking you on a date.

… the promise you made to clarisse that you would come back alive.

You woke up laying on a mat, a few medics crowded around you and the crying face of the woman you loved above. You couldn’t help but smile, even in her worst clarisse still looked beautiful.

Will reached over and grabbed her arm squeezing it. “She doesn’t have long” he mumbled closing his eyes. “Be quick” he softly spoke, standing up and walking to another kid.

You tried to move but she quickly took your body into her arms. “Hey, hey don’t.. just rest” clarisse tried to stay strong but right now she couldn’t help but loose it all. “You gonna be fine” her voice broke.

Tears began falling from her eyes and hitting your face. Her weak expression destroyed your heart.

Grabbing her shirt as it was the closest you could Get to touching her. “I’m ok… everything’s ok” you whispered. Clafisse just shook her head, the color was quickly leaving your face. “I just have to visit my mom for a little while, it’ll just be for a few weeks ok”

Clarisse brought your body to hers, hiding her face in your neck. Your arms went lip and around you both dead flowers and weeds appeared. As a daughter of Persephone death followed you every where, even in your final moments.

It felt as though the world stopped. That the outside wasn’t real and this all was a bad dream but even the strongest warriors had to accept when the sun came up.

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom

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dominantslasherking · 1 year

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H-hear me out:

Listening to Hannibal whisper some of the most arousing things in your ear during a party. Scenarios of you two being caught fucking or him disappearing under the table to suck you off. Once all the guest leave you bend him over the closet counter or table and immediately get to work on fucking him.

Becoming aroused by listening to Michael's breathing becomes deeper and more shaky as you palm his c*ock through his clothes. Sucking and kissing on his exposed neck as you play with his nipples too. Enjoying the fact you know your the only one he has let you do this to him.

Ik absolutely disgusting but what can I say. Your literally the perfect author for stuff like this. Literally a god-sent angel that deserves to be praised more.♥️♥️♥️

P.s hope your doing ok ♥️♥️

(imma call myself ♥️ anon if that's ok)

Hannibal Lecter with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Also, it's not really disgusting, I've become rather numb to these types of horny requests, because what can I say, except I get them all the time. Plus I also indulge myself in writing them soooo---

Slightly stretching your limbs, you watch Hannibal interact with people, close to you, he was basically glued to your side. This really wasn't a big 'party' that Hannibal normally through, just with a few respectable guests, early wanting to taste the delicious foods your husband makes---oh only if they knew.

Your chair was right next to Hannibals, as your cold gaze fell onto him, lust drawing near, he was also so neat in clean, however, when it came to both of your sex lives, he was always messy when you were finished.

Hannibal did seem to notice, as he easily stopped the conversation he had with his guest, leaning forward to you a bit, he whispered into your ear.

"Imagine, my lips wrapped around your most appetizing cock, I'm sure the other would be utmost jealous to not receive such an untouchable treat." His thumb traced along your tensed jaw, before leaning straightly back into his seat, responding to someone's comment about his food.

The teasing, didn't seem to stop, as the side dishes were served, and Hannibal had finished putting the plates up, he looked at one of the men at the table, "Why don't you show the guests one of the most famed paintings in my collection, hm? You were all talking about it earlier." He continued a bit, as they agreed to go there for a short time, all of the guests leaving the table, as they assumed Hannibal couldn't come because he was making the main dishes.

Hannibal trotted closer to you, his husband while peppering kisses on his jaw, before slowly getting on his knees and under the table, this, of course, was a very scandalous thing of him to do, but he didn't care, his husband needs come first.

Hannibal's large hands, trace against your stiffly confined cock, rubbing against it a bit, before letting it lose. He was always amazed at the girth and length.

His wet mouth, eagerly took your cock in, bobbing down a few inches and enjoying the salty taste of your pre-cum.

The guests quickly return, dr Alana bloom, the most frequent guest you both had over, looked around, "[Name] I assume hannibal is cooking---why do you look--so stiff?" She prodded a bit, some others guests eyes falling onto you, while others were busy chatting with one another.

You gulped on your Sailva, feeling Hannibal's mouth take your cock in deeper, he was careful enough not to allow his gag reflex to make itself knows, so he slid your cock down his throat carefully, letting his tongue trace every part.

"I-Its---nothing...." A groan nearly escaped your mouth, as your cock was being completely slobbered on.

Alana, stopped chatting with you, after her words died down the chatting got louder, and it was so loud that it was able to drown out, Hannibal repeated sounds of gagging down on your cock and the wet noises his mouth was making from impaling his head down hard, on your dick.

Hannibal felt you twitch which made him stop gagging and sucking n your cock, not allowing you the pleasure of cum.

he gripped your thigh as a signal to distract them, much to your complete displeasure, Hannibal shoved your hard cock back into your pants..

A fake cough escaped from your throat, "Excuse me? I'm afraid Hannibal shall take a while, making the food, why don't we bring this discussion to the living room?" Everyone perked up at your suggestion, they were rather scared and intimated by you, as you never really bother conversing with them, hardly ever.

After everyone dragged themselves out of the dining era, Hannibal got himself out under the table and headed to the kitchen, smirking at your clenched fists.

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The guests finally left, After Hannibal had sucked your cock and refused for you to cum, he continued to relentlessly tease you, whether it was whispering the most sensual things into your ear or palming at your cock when no one was paying attention.

So here you were, having a disheveled Hannibal, bending down on his kitchen counter, bending him over, while fucking him.

Your cock was reaching every single part inside of him, you were hard and fast, and every time, your cock was completely balls deep inside him with each thrust and pound.

"Agh-!~" Hannibal slurred out as you gripped onto his hair for another area of support, your other hand on his waist.

Digging your cock into him, hard. Your pounding was ruthless as your cock hammered hard into his twitching hole. Hannibal's cock was twitching so much, as he came all over his and your chests.

This didn't stop the roughness, even when his puckering walls, squeezed you immensely, the clobbering of your force didn't stop.

Unexpectedly, you empty a large load, deep inside Hannibal Coating his fleshy walls white. It made his hole clench in pleasure, he purposely tightened his hole to suck up all your cum and made sure not to let a single drop fall.

"Let us move to the bedroom," Hannibal whispered seductively as much as he could with his emotionless-like voice when he felt your cock harden inside him again.

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rosenallies · 6 months

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Bimbo prompt idea 👉🏻👈🏻 Nali surprising Rosie with a bubble bath when he gets home from a long day at work cause he’s been stressed lately. Just taking the best care of his man cause he always takes such good care of him ❤️

Ik this prompt is old asf but I want to write a little of my comfort ship and something soft and I said I wasn’t gonna write tonight but I cried thru my whole therapy appointment and I want to not think about it anymore <3 I hope u all understand 🙏🏻

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“Come on. Rosie, I’ve got something for you upstairs,” Denali coaxed gently, rubbing the tension from Rosé’s shoulders after he’d cleared the table from dinner.

Rosé sighed, rubbing up and down his face toredlg. “Baby, I’ve got a little more work to do. Can we play when I’m all done?”

“I didn’t mean that kind of surprise,” Denali huffed, grabbing onto Rosé’s bicep and sliding into his lap, situating himself between Rosé and the kitchen table, “you’ve just been so stressed, daddy, I bought you some stuff to help you relax.”

Eyes softening, Rosé kissed his temple. “You did? What did you get, baby?”

“Come upstairs with me? Please?”

“Alright you win,” Rosé relented, “I suppose work can wait.”

“Yay! Come on, daddy,” Denali cheered, hopping up from Rosé’s lap and tugging him along up the stairs.

Rosé followed close at his heels, his muscles stiff and aching from sitting at his desk so long all day. Whatever Denali had planned washes a sense of peace over him. He hated that Denali had noticed he was stressed and struggling but he was silently grateful for it, glad he had a reason to step away from work even if it was only for an evening.

“Okay, I want you to close your eyes,” Denali said, stopping them just outside the bedroom door.

Rosé obeyed and squeezed his eyes shut, letting Denali lead him by the wrist until he was granted permission to open them. When he did, he saw that Denali had transformed their en suite bathroom into a mini spa. Fresh, fluffy new robes with their names stitched onto the back hung from the door, candles sat scattered throughout the bathroom, engulfing the room in a citrusy scent that made Rosé sigh with bliss, ignoring the fact that Denali left candles lit while they were in a completely different part of the house.

“I also got a lot of new bath bombs and bubble baths, if you want to pick which ones you want to use.”

He kissed Denali softly. “This is all so amazing, honey, I trust you. Pick whichever one you’d think I’d like.”

“I know just the one,” Denali replied, shooing Rosé was to undress so he didn’t peek.

When he came back into the room, Denali held his hands behind his back. “This one reminded me of you,” he said, holding out the bottle of bubble bath, a bright magenta pink, “it’s called rose jam.”

He popped the cap and let Rosé sniff it, the floral scent absolutely perfect to Rosé. “Good choice, darling, you know me so well.”

Denali blushed under the praise, quickly pulling himself together before he started to melt so he could start the bath, ushering Rosé in as soon as the water began filling up their large tub.

Rosé sighed as the warm water filled up around him, the bubbles surrounding him in a perfect blanket of fizzy rose scent. “This is so amazing, baby, thank you. When are you gonna get in?”

“Oh, I’m not,” Denali shook his head, “this is just for you. I was gonna leave you to let you relax.”

“Hey,” Rosé said as he grabbed Denali’s arm to prevent him from leaving, “what if I want you to stay? What if it’s you that helps me relax the most? All of this stuff is amazing, but I want you with me while I enjoy it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother-“

“You’re never a bother. Now get in here, please, I’d feel a lot more relaxed with my sweetheart in my arms.”

Denali giggled and stripped out of his little lounge set and slipped into the tub against Rosé’s chest.

“Cozy?”

Rosé sighed, wrapping his arms around Denali and resting his chin on the crown of his lover’s head. “The coziest, all because of you.”

Lacing their fingers together, Denali spoke low and quiet like it was only for Rosé’s ears. “You deserve it.”

“Thanks for helping me realize that.”

#prompt request #bimbonali verse

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fwacchi · 2 years

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Uwaa I really like your writing ♡ it's my daily dose of serotonin, istg I need more fuwa content, soo would you mind writing for Fuwa, IdaHaru, Kuzuha or akina comfort?. Maybe calming and assuring a jealous s/O?, If it's ok enough (◍•ᴗ•◍)

(Ahh and it's okay please take your time I don't mind waiting, ik ur busy)

(◍•ᴗ•◍)-anon

Hello, thank you for enjoying my writing!!

And I had a really hard time writing kuzuha's part for this because how would this introverted tsundere comfort his s/o??? i honestly don't know💀

ASSURING YOU WHEN YOU'RE JEALOUS

genre: fluff

pairings: Fuwa Minato, Kaida Haru, Kuzuha, Saegusa Akina x gn!reader

Fuwa Minato

He would notice that you’re jealous almost immediately.

Comforts you with his genuine words.

I've said this before, this man’s love language is words of affirmation so be prepared for some sweet nothings.

He assures you only with words and a few kisses here and there until you’re feeling all better.

You're never supposed to feel jealous or insecure because he would choose you over anyone else and he doesn’t hesitate to make it clear to you.

Kaida Haru

I think he would be quite awkward at comforting someone.

So even though he can clearly sense that you’re jealous, he doesn’t know what to do.

His fault or not, he would apologise to you.

Would ask you what he can do for you and trust me, he’s willing to do anything if it means he gets to make you feel better again.

And when you’re feeling better, he feels more at ease and would bluntly tell you that no one else matters to him.

Kuzuha

Just like Kaida, he’s quite awkward, if not, more awkward than Kaida.

Would buy you all your favourite snacks because he genuinely thinks food solves the problem.

Hesitates first but give him some time and he’s being vocal about this whole situation.

When he tells you that you shouldn’t be jealous of anyone, his words come out quite stiff but you know that it is coming from the bottom of his heart.

Saegusa Akina

Worried and happy at the same time.

He’s worried because this is his first time seeing you jealous.

He’s happy because you like him to the point you can’t stand others being flirty with him?

Gets really really clingy with you.

Keeps hugging you and telling that it’s always you or no one else for him.

Good luck getting out of his arms.

#nijisanji #nijisanji jp #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji jp x reader #nijisanji fuwa minato #fuwa minato #fuwa minato x reader #fuwa x reader #nijisanji kaida haru #kaida haru #kaida haru x reader #kaida x reader #nijisanji kuzuha #kuzuha #kuzuha x reader #saegusa akina #nijisanji akina #saegusa akina x reader #akina x reader

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sungbeam · 8 months

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hi friend as your biggest fan u already know im always gonna hype u up so have my lengthy answers to the ask game:

1. My fav fic of yours - flight risk......im pretty sure its the first fic of yours ive ever read but oh god its SO good erics character and everything abt it ??? Had me feeling butterflies so many times i screamed and yelled into my pillow. Also inspired me a lot in my writing slump and like... i dont wanna be cheesy but helped me mentally bc i read it when i was having a rough time 😭👍 but also PARTY PEOPLE !!!!! so good. SO so good. oh and also the sunwoo hoodie drabble owns my ass i reread it like 5 times already

2. My fav chapter in my fav fic of yours - not my fav fic but the kiss scene in the practice room in off the record ??? slaps

3. The best character youve written for - swing my way eric honestly. so authentic to him imo TT i just adore his character in that fic a whole lot.

6. Something i remember vividly - that scene from flight risk when eric asked sunwoo if he wants to go skate w them and sunwoo goes "no, im down" and eric is like wtf and so sunwoo goes "no, im down. laying down in my bed" or something (the memory is not 100% vivid as u can see) but I legit slapped my knee that was PEAK COMEDY for me

7. Something that made me emotional after reading - that one chapter of somewhere only we know when intak describes how he wishes he could hear his brothers voice sometimes because if he missed him in that way maybe it would hurt less. That whole series is...very personal to me in sense of grief :,)

8. What i like the most about your writing - THE UNIVERSES U CREATE and like. The friendships and the characterization of each character and how theyre all their own person and not just a tool for plot. Also your comedy in fics it always has me giggling

9. A fic im excited for you to post - sangyeons love in unity fic bc i need to know whats up w that secret gf

12. A fic of yours ive reread - hoodie talk LMAO

13. Have i talked to anyone else abt your fics - yes i fangirled to my friend abt u multiple times also we talked abt rhapsody anonymous after it came out 😭👍

YOU. i will actually ksbfkenfkndkfnf 😭 i love u, bar !!! ur support of me has literally been the saving grace to my writing motivation; every time i write something, i always have u in the back of my mind and i wonder what you'd say/react and if you'll like it 🤧

makes me really happy to hear that my writing helped you through a rough time in your life 😔 i wrote party people and flight risk and even hoodie talk during a ,,, emotionally stiff part of my life where i felt super isolated and emotionally constipated, so it's good to know that the feelings i wanted translated *were* translated correctly, if that makes sense

HELLO I LOVE THE PRACTICE ROOM KISS TOO SKFNDKFNJFNF sorry coughs uhm haha def not like biased or anything *looks away*

OMG THAT LINE FROM FLIGHT RISK 💀 i actually thought i was so clever for that one, thank u for mentioning it and sknfkd YAY thank god u found it funny 😭😭 IN GENERAL, the fact that u find me funny at ALL is like ,,, im punching the sky rn im actually celebrating 🤧

ik i prob said this in the reblog of that one chapter of the intak fic, but that series also holds a really tender place in my heart :') grief is one of the things i feel like isn't written abt very much here, and i always seem to leave traces of it wherever i go, so it's nice to know someone can connect to the grief theme </3

thank you thank you thank you for all you've done for me (more than you even know), and for just being so flippin cool :'))) 💖

#sungbeam strikes again #moot ❧#bar 🎧#ask games !!

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merakimaiden · 2 years

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Untimely

Pairing : Maul x fem!reader

Genre : Angst-ish fluff or fluff-ish angst

Word count : 672

Summary : You wanted to visit Maul in his office. Things didn’t go as planned.

Warnings : Stressed Maul, embarrassment, crying, pet names, reader calls Maul baby because he is one yeah ik he’s a murderer but he’s a baby in my eyes

A/N : I apologise if the writing is a bit off- it’s 1 am here 😔🫶🏼 enjoy

(gif from pinterest)

You laid flat on the silk sheets and rubbed your eyes. You were so used to sleeping against Maul’s warm chest, listening to his twin hearts beat in sync that the stiff bed is not making it easier for you to fall asleep. You’ve already watched a holomovie and read a few chapters of a novel earlier until you got bored, so you attempted to fall asleep but failed.

You snatched the datapad from your nightstand, and sighed as you glanced at the time while carding your fingers through your messy hair. Oh Maker, it’s only 7pm, and Maul is still at work although he was supposed to be back an hour ago.

You were bored as hell, and Maul’s office was just two floors below your shared penthouse. You had an idea to pass the time. You leapt out of bed and removed Maul’s black robe from the clothing hanger behind the bedroom door to put it on. You figured, why not visit Maul? Maybe the both of you could have dinner together.

You got into the elevator, making your way down. Damn, you really missed him today. You just want to smother him in kisses and massage the kinks out of his shoulders. You bet he’s tired after a long day.

The golden automatic doors of the elevator opened and you stepped out.

You saw Maul pacing right in front of the slightly opened office doors with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, facing away from you.

You didn’t know why you thought sneaking up on him was a good idea.

“Baby, hi!” you exclaimed as you looped your arms around his neck, and you felt Maul physically jump.

His head whipped around so fast you almost fell. He looked at you with wide eyes, albeit with a hint of fury in them.

“What in the Maker's name are you doing!?” he snapped, eyes wide. You just stood there open-mouthed.

Your eyes scanned his face, and turned to the office doors. Oh.

He was having a meeting with his allies and employees. All of them witnessed what happened, but when they met your eyes they immediately looked away.

This is embarrassing.

“I- um” you stuttered, but his piercing gaze on you held so much anger, you felt fresh tears brimming your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I-” your lips quivered as you attempted to form a full sentence. “I’ll leave you be,” you gave up and turned to leave.

Maul massaged his forehead, his brows knitting together, fury forgotten. He looked at your retreating form, then at his office.

He barged into his office and yelled out a quick ‘dismissed’ before running after you.

You were waiting for the elevator to arrive when he finally reached you. You were wiping your tears, your arms hugging yourself tightly.

“Starlight,” he called you softly, regret visible in his voice.

When you glanced at him but didn’t reply he got closer to you and held your hand. His right hand tilted your head gently to meet his eyes.

“I’m so sorry my love, I shouldn’t have let my anger out on you,” he apologised, his amber eyes searching yours.

“My employees messed the entire spice trade up and I had just finished shouting at them when you came to meet me. I’m so sorry I scared you, my starlight,” he sighed, and you finally looked at him.

You saw the genuineness in his eyes and softened. “I’m sorry I sneaked up on you…” you whispered abashed, and Maul leaned closer to place a kiss onto your forehead.

“It’s alright my dear, I just hope you can find it in the kind heart of yours to forgive me?” his crimson hands left yours to cup your face.

“Only if you let me take care of you?” It was your turn to cup his face, realising that he looked so tired, his eyes puffy and red.

Maul pondered for a moment, and gave you a sheepish grin. He held your hand tightly.

“Okay, my starlight.”

Likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

#maul #maul x reader #maul angst #maul fluff #dies

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sleepy-ogre · 2 years

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Day 13 of B-T 30 Day Challenge

A song which makes me emotional? Well there are a few actually but I think for now the one which really stirs me from the inside almost to the point of tears has to be Die from Darker Than Darkness. Just the mention of this song makes me feel heavy in the chest and also a slightly stiff feeling in my throat. Now ik it's supposed to be this positive song about accepting death which is inspired by Buddhist philosophy (via http://blog-tick.blogspot.com/2017/04/the-best-of-buck-tick-part-i.html?m=1) and I'm not afraid of death, atleast not as much as I used to be when I was a kid. I guess I've slowly come to accept it. I guess its the overall sombre melody and Atsushi's soft vocals that really pulls my heartstrings. Its so saddening it's made me bawl my eyes out. I'm not really knowledgeable on music theory so I have no idea how to explain what exactly makes this song so emotional to me. And the lyrics makes me feel even more depressed since I can't help but wonder about all the sad things that could've inspired this song and just thinking about it makes me teary eyed. Perhaps I don't know any better but something about a young person writing such songs during what is assume is the height of their popularity is really depressing (and I know its supposed to be a really dark album hence the name lmao but still😭 also im aware that this isnt the first time he's written a sad song but still😭) . It's a very inspiring and comforting song about accepting that nothing in this world is permanent and that all living things will someday meet their end.

Nice and I'm crying, brb🥲✌️

Honourable mentions:

1) Adult Children

2) Misshitsu

#buck tick #b t 30 day challenge #atsushi sakurai #imai hisashi #hidehiko hoshino #toll yagami #yutaka higuchi #Spotify

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