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fairy-angel222 · 2 months

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𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—your boyfriend does not appreciate you, but his uncle toji does.

pairing: toji x fem! reader

content: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, choking, petnames, praise, a little degradation, toji’s hot ass has tattoos, belly bulge, cumming inside you

You couldn’t really pinpoint when things went wrong. When your boyfriend just lost interest in you. You couldn’t even date back the last time you had been fucked. Simply turning his body when you tried to start something, or using the excuse that he wasn’t in his mood and that you needed to stop being so needy.

But how could you? You just needed to feel something. Anything. You were so tired of using your fingers when he left for work. Or the shower head on your clit when you showered alone, which was now always.

Your relationship was failing, but you couldn’t find it in you to break up with him.

You were quite confused when your boyfriend invited you over for a dinner at his parents. Getting to meet all his family as he introduced you with a wide smile, hands on the small of your back to guide you from person to person.

There was somebody who stuck out like a sore thumb. And you couldn’t take your eyes off of the man was probably twice your age and most definitely twice your size. Tall, broad and muscular with tattoos of all shapes and sizes trailing down his neck and onto his toned arms.

You swallowed hard, ignoring the heat you felt in between your legs as you ogled the greek god infront of you. With his messy black hair and dark eyes, a smirk spread across his handsome face as he tilted his head to stare you down. Hands in his pockets as he strolled towards you, your hand gripping your boyfriend’s shirt as you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller under his gaze.

“Now who’s this pretty thing?” The deep voice questioned, looking down at you with the subtle bite of his lip as he let his gaze run over your figure. “You’re not gonna introduce your lil ole uncle to your girlfriend?”

Your boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes and pulling you closer into him. “I have no need to. Now beat it.”

You frowned at his harsh tone. Toji’s hands raising in defense as he chuckled. “Just trynna be nice.” His smirk widening when he turned to face you fully. “Now, what’s your name doll?”

Your knees grew weak at the deep rasp of his voice, avoiding eye contact when you felt yourself face getting hot. “uh.. y/n, my name’s y/n.”

Toji hummed, grabbing hold of your hand and bending down to place a kiss to the back of it. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He winked.

“Okay that’s enough. You can go now.” Your boyfriend fumed, your eyes never leaving the older man’s as he took his leave, leaving you with a short. “Nice to meet ya, doll” before he walked away.

“We’re leaving.”

Your eyes widened at your boyfriend’s words. “What? Baby why? Your family seems so nice we can’t just leave.” You tried to convince him.

“We can when you’re looking at my fucking uncle like he’s a five course meal.”

You resisted the urge to scoff, maybe you wouldn’t have to if he did what he was supposed to. “I promise you, i wasn’t. Now let’s at least enjoy an hour for dinner before we leave. Okay?”

Your boyfriend only scoffing before shrugging your arm off of him and walking away into the kitchen.

Great. This was just what you needed.

The dinner was awkward for you. Your boyfriend wouldn’t talk to you and kept glaring at his uncle. Who only added fuel to the fire by sending short smirks your way, his muscles flexing as he ate.

You couldn’t help the way your face flushed, fidgeting with the food in your plate as you bit down on your lip.

“Y/n, dear? Are you okay?” your boyfriend’s mother asked in genuine concern. “You have barely touched your food honey.”

You gave her a smile. “Sorry, i’m just feeling a little sick right now.”

“Oh dear, would you like to go to the bathroom? Darling, show her the way.” his mom insisted. Your boyfriend not even sparing you a glance when he spoke, “I’m sure she knows the way, mom.”

You sighed, a piece of you missing the relationship you once had. Giving a tight lipped smile and assuring her that you knew the way before getting out of your seat and heading to the nearest bathroom.

You stood staring at yourself in the mirror, rubbing at the bridge of your nose while telling yourself to get your act together. You gasped when the door swung open. A smirking Toji closing the door behind him and leaning onto it, his hands crossed over his chest as he looked you in the eyes.

“You know, for a girl pretty like you, you sure are stupid.” He laughed, “Don’t you see you deserve better than my scumbag of a nephew?” Closing the gap between you two until you were backed up against the sink’s counter.

Toji’s hand reached up to stroke gently under your cheek, trailing his finger across your lip as he bent his neck to look down at you. In turn looking up at him through your lashes when his other hand held onto your waist.

“You gotta know how a real man treats a lady. How a real man fucks. You want that doll?” Waiting for your shy nod of approval before sitting you on the cool marble top. Your legs hooked around his waist and your hands gripping the counter’s edge when his rough lips met yours. Kissing you hard before trailing soft bites down your neck, careful enough to not leave any marks.

You let out a moan, Toji’s hands moving to peel off his shirt so his rock hard abs were on display. Grinding lightly onto the hard surface with a whimper at the full sight of black ink spread across his pale skin. A grin on his face when he went back to attacking your neck, hand slipping under your dress and pressing against the heat of your panties.

“This wet for me already? I’m flattered.” His fingers making their way to rub between your folds through the side of the fabric. Collecting your wetness before dipping a finger into you. “Think you can take it doll? You’re so fucking tight. Practically a virgin again, how long’s it been since you were given a good fuck?”

You truly didn’t know the answer for yourself. Only moaning as Toji pulled off the lace material, spreading your legs wider and pulling his thick cock out the confinements of his jeans. You whimpered when Toji stroked his length, the size being bigger than anything you’d seen before. “‘S alright, ‘m gonna mold her round my cock.” he groaned, lining up with your sopping hole before slowly thrusting into you.

“Nnhg— so big, T-Tojii— can’t take it.” you mewled, Toji’s hand latching over your mouth to muffle your pleas as he forced himself deep into you. “Gonna make it fit doll, just sit real pretty for me and take it yeah?”

You nodded with a shaky moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate his thick girth as he bottomed out inside you. Grunting heavily at how tight you were around him, his cock so deep that he could see himself bulging in your stomach through the thin fabric of your dress.

Toji started off slowly. Your moans increasing in volume as he sped up. The burning sensation turning into nothing but pleasure as he fucked into you, ricking your body back and forth with each thrust.

Toji’s hand fell from your lips, the tattooed skin finding itself wrapped snugly around your neck instead. His cock grazing your gummy spot as he leaned into your ear. “This is exactly what you need doll. Need me to fuck that pretty little pussy so good.” he grunted. “Exactly what your dumb boyfriend failed to do.”

You could only let out a cry, your smaller hands holding tightly onto the arm around your throat. Digging your nails into his flesh as you moaned out into the air. Your lips parted in a string of mewls as the older man’s cock pierced deep into the depths of your insides. Fucking perfectly into your g spot before bullying its way to the entrance of your cervix.

The unfamiliar sensation making you cry out even louder as your head fell back. “T-toji- ahh— so good Toji, feels s’ good.” you cried, your legs trembling around him with curled toes.

“Careful now doll, as much as i would love for him to hear me fucking you right, there’s other people out there.” he teased, your pussy clenching when your eyes met his. Your eyes glassy and your head fuzzy as you were fucked into oblivion.

Letting out a whimper when his grip tightened unintentionally on your throat. Drool falling past the sides of your lips as your eyes fixed on his v line, up to his abs then further until you reached his face. Finding his dark irises staring back down at you hungrily before pulling you closer to him.

His large body swallowing yours when he pressed you up against him. Your moans and cries getting noisy again as you felt yourself getting close. “Tojiii— nnh, ‘m so c-close, ahh— gonna cum.”

“Yeah doll? Close f’ me? Gonna make a mess on this old man’s cock?” he rasped, broad hips still rolling hard into yours as he watched your mouth hang open slightly, your eyes rolling back before closing completely as you reached your high.

Body shaking and pussy spasming around him as your pussy held onto his cock like a vice, letting out a choked scream muffled by Toji’s knowing kiss as you came. Squirting messily onto his cock with the quiver of your hips.

“So fucking hot.” Toji groaned as he pulled away from you. Your breathing noticeably heavy as he fucked you through the aftermath of your orgasm. “Fuck, gonna cum. Where’d you want it?” he breathed.

And you let out a mewl as his thrusts grew sloppy, veiny cock twitching against your walls as he got ready to release. “Fuck, gotta hurry up and tell me doll.”

“Nnhg— inside, want you inside.” you moaned, “C-cum inside me.. please.”

Toji’s pupils dilated and his grin grew wide. “You’re a slutty one in disguise aren’t ya? ‘S my pleasure baby.” His thrusts becoming merciless as he slammed into you. Using your pussy to stroke his cock as you choked out little cries at the fast pace.

“Fuck, gon’ fill you up so good.” he panted, “Gon’ stuff you so full that you’ll be begging to be my good girl again.” his cock throbbed, “Shit— there we go, that’s it doll.” Spilling spurts of his hot cum into your cunt. Making you moan at how easily he filled you up.

Toji gave his final slow thrusts before he was pulling out of you, letting his cum seep out as he helped you put back on your panties. Trapping his seed deep inside you with a hum. “Feel better doll?” he smirked, giving you a short kiss to your lips and laughing as you tried to not let him go.

“Come back to me when you gain some sense and drop that asshole, okay? I’ll be waiting.” Pulling his shirt back on and tucking himself into his boxers, giving you a wink before trying to fix his hair. Your eyes glued onto his back as he walked out the bathroom door.

Leaving you touching your lips that just felt his tongue. Your heart beating faster before you were startled by hard knocking on the door followed by your boyfriend’s voice. “Can you hurry up in there? You’re making my mother think you’re dying or something.”

You closed your eyes and let out a breath, thoughts of Toji plaguing your mind and keeping you calm. “Coming!”

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deadbydad-writes · 5 months

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"Ex-Boyfriends Dad"

This is a request from @miguelspookiebear. Sorry it's super late, but I do hope you enjoy it!

You thought that maybe this guy was the one, that he was the man of your dreams, that he would be the one to make the future you had dreamed about since you were twenty a reality.

For three years you had told yourself that and you believed it, until you saw him hooking up with your sister of all people.

You were heartbroken. You felt betrayed and broken. You had blocked him and broke up with him the next day after the incident, and you wouldn't even talk to your own sister.

You thought that life was over, that you would never find the guy that would be your knight in shining armor.

But maybe life would change, and you would meet the man that you so desperately dreamed of.

A few months after you had broken up with that bastard, you were in your kitchen making a cup of coffee, a frown on your face and dried tears on your cheeks as you stared at the mug in front of you until you heard a knock at your front door.

"Not him again," you groaned to yourself as you walked over to the door and opened it, expecting your ex-boyfriend to be begging for forgiveness and to take him back.

What you didn't expect was to see his father, Miguel O'Hara, to be standing there with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small smile on his face.

"Mr. O'Hara," you said with a smile and leaned against the frame of your door. "Didn't expect to see you here."

Miguel let out a small chuckle. "Sorry I didn't warn you," he replied. "I just wanted to come over to-"

"Pick up your sons shit because he's too much of a pussy to do it himself?" You cut him off with a frown and a raised brow.

"Yes, and other things," the older male stated.

You hummed in response and looked at the box of his sons stuff and clothes, nibbling on your bottom lip as you thought about it.

"How about you come inside and I'll make you a cup of coffee," you suggested with a smile and offered him inside with a wave of your hand, which he gladly and nervously followed. Walking to the kitchen you grabbed another mug and poured coffee into it.

"I wanted to tell you that my son, the fucking estupido of a kid he is," he muttered under his breath as he took the mug with a small 'thank you'. "I kicked him out of the house until he gets his shit together."

You looked over at him and stood at the other side of the counter, looking at him and let out a sigh.

"Why'd you do that?" you asked, not making eye contact with him. "He's your kid."

Hearing the older man set his mug down and walk over to you, you felt his hand touch your shoulder and squeeze it gently.

"Because I did not raise him to treat women like that, let alone break their trust and sleep with another girl," Miguel said and put a finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

"Especially to not cheat on a girl that's as beautiful as you." You felt your cheeks heat up and a blush spread across your face at his words and the feeling of his hands holding your face like you were the most important person in his life.

Your eyes widened in shock when he had pressed his lips against yours in a gentle yet small kiss but you quickly gripped the fabric of his shirt and closed your eyes and kissed back.

Miguel growled against your lips and ran his large but gentle hands down your body and gripped your hips, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulder and moan into the kiss when he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

"Can't believe he would ever hurt a women like you," he growled as he pulled away from the kiss to press his lips against the skin of your neck, his teeth threatening to bite into the softness of your skin, causing you to let out a small moan and tilt your head to the side to give him more access.

This was wrong. The fact that you were making out with the father of your ex-boyfriend was something that shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did. But you couldn't bring yourself to give a shit, not when Miguel was biting and sucking marks onto your neck.

"Miguel," you whined.

"Tell me what you want, princesa," he whispered in your ear. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

You closed your eyes and buried your face into the crook of his neck, biting your lip in thought.

"I..I want you to touch me," you said. "Please."

Miguel growled and lifted you up so you were laying on the counter, the cool surface making you shiver lightly.

"Look at you," the older male said with a grin, his hand moving up your leg and squeezing your thigh. "Is it bad that I'm glad you're no longer with my son?"

You bit your lip as you felt his fingertips dipped under the skirt of your dress and press against your folds through your soaked panties making you let out a gasp at the feeling. He leaned down and started to kiss down your neck again, his tongue soothing the bite marks he left.

"Gonna make you feel so good, mi amor," he promised with a smile and slipped your panties down your legs and dropped them onto the kitchen floor. "Gonna make you feel better than my son ever did.

The older male rubbed your clit with the tip of his thumb and slid two fingers into your dripping cunt, making you grip the fabric of his shirt and moan against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you grinded down onto his fingers.

Miguel growled against your throat and started to thrust his fingers in and out of your cunt, his fingers pressing against the spot inside of you that made your back arch off the counter with a moan.

You knew you weren't gonna last long, not when his fingers fill you up better than anyone else has, not when he made you forget your own name with the way he whispered praises in promises into your ears.

"Miguel," you gasped out. "I...I'm not gonna last long..." The older male rubbed your clit faster and reached his free hand up to squeeze one of your breasts through the fabric of your dress.

"I want you to come for me," he said and kissed you again, this one sloppier and more messy than the first one as you moaned into the kiss. "C'mon mi vida, wanna see you fall apart on my fingers.

Just hearing his words made you come with a moan, your walls gripping his fingers as you squirted all over his hand.

Miguel pulled out his fingers and licked off your juices, moaning at the taste before pulling you back in for a messy make out session. You closed your eyes as your tongue tangled with his, groaning as you tasted yourself in his mouth.

"Such a good girl for me," Miguel whispered against your lips with a smile. "But we're not done yet." You felt a shiver run down your spine as he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

You thought that you were never going to meet your knight in shining armor after you broke up with your ex, but you did, and it was with someone way better than him.

And you couldn't be more happy that it was his father that made you feel more loved and cared for.

This is probably the longest thing I have ever written, when it comes to requests, but hey I enjoyed writing this and it could be better but I am just getting over being sick and I'm a little dry with the smut! But it's okay!

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incculum · 5 months

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titty fucking zoro after teasing and sucking on his pecs for hours.. him cumming just from his nipples being pinched while your cock pokes and teases his lips <3

Roronoa Zoro.

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post time-skip Zoro | a little bit of feminization (calling his pecs 'tits') | nipple / chest play & biting | tit-fucking | a little oral

a/n: this almost perfectly fits a Zoro tit-fucking draft I've had for some time so I'm using that & adding to it. (meaning this is a perfect thirst<3 ty)

it turned out little longer too, so I'm making it a one-shot

Zoro groans and the heat in his face only intensifies when your hands continue to wander across his exposed chest and your thumbs press harder against his reddened nipples.

"Let me fuck your tits."

Zoro chokes on his breath. Your words go straight to his dick and you can feel the muscles in his thighs tense around your hips when he presses himself a little closer.

"Don't call them that..." he mumbles.

"How can I not? Your chest is bigger each time I see you." Zoro's head tips forward, watching your hands play with his chest. "Almost like a woman's," you add and smile when Zoro's breath stutters. His fingers play with the band of your pants and you make sure to maintain eye contact. It's so unlike him to be this shy and flustered, he knows it but he really can't help it around you, and you know it, too.

You cup his chest with your hands and bring your head down to press a kiss against the scar that noticeably contrasts his flushed skin. You rub circles around his nipples with your thumbs and a strangled moan leaves him when you can't help but lower your head further, biting the sensitive flesh and adding another spot to his already mark-littered chest. His hips jut forward and he has to hold onto your shoulders to keep himself from toppling over in your lap, making you laugh quietly. He squeezes your shoulders tightly in retaliation and you only press a kiss against the new bite mark in response. You flatten your tongue and softly run it over his scar before moving past it, swirling your tongue around his nipple and rolling the other between your fingers. Zoro groans and pants into your ear and his hips rock forward when you softly bite. His ass grinds against your hard-on and you feel his thighs tremble around you before he stops moving all together and his chest heaves against yours. You can feel his cum begin to soak through his and your clothing again when he doesn't make any efforts to move away and you only smile against his skin.

"Did you cum, again?" You lift your head and Zoro's eye stays trained on you, almost looking at you like a timid virgin. "It's only fair for it to be my turn now." Zoro doesn't answer but his face turns a deeper red.

"Please?" You lean in and ask against his lips, hushed and careful. Your pointer fingers and thumbs hook around his swelling nipples once more and pinch softly. Zoro lets out an equally soft sigh through his nose but doesn't complain, giving you the response you were hoping for in a quiet tone matching yours, "..fine."

You tilt your chin forward and the way he kisses you back shows you just how excited he really is. Zoro pants softly when you part and you cup his cheek in your hand, softly rubbing the scar that forces his left eye shut with your fingers. A flustered heat radiates off of his skin and into your palm. "Need a moment?"

"No," he answers quickly before catching himself, "no, I'm fine," he briefly grins at you when you whisper an 'okay' before lifting himself off of your lap, following the guidance of your hands on his hips and allowing you to see him already beginning to get hard again when he takes a step back.

You don't comment on it, instead shifting closer to the edge of the bed. Zoro kneels down in front of you, fingers already slipping into your waistband. Part of him is a little disappointed you took your hands off of his chest, but the anticipation pooling in his stomach makes up for any complaints teetering on the tip of his tongue.

"You seem," you lift your hips to make it easier for Zoro, and he pulls your pants and underwear down to your thighs in one motion, "a little more eager than you were letting on." He lets out a sharp huff through his nose at your little tease, briefly looking up into your eyes, but unable to argue.

"Maybe."

Your hips jump slightly when he wraps his rough hands around your cock. You watch him lean forward and part his lips, drooling onto your hard-on and his knuckles, "fuck, Zoro."

Zoro raises his head again and sits back onto his heels. He twists his wrists simultaneously, watching you sigh when his slick spit spreads over your cock. His thumb rubs against your slit with a rare gentleness and he swallows the saliva gathering in his mouth again at the sight of your wet dick.

"Okay," he mutters, mostly to himself, pushing himself up onto his knees and pulling his hands away from your cock, though his gaze stays trained on it as he cups his chest and leans forward. He pauses for a moment when your cock presses up against his chest and pushes his pecs together.

You cup the back of Zoro's head with your left hand, breath catching in your throat when his tits envelop your cock so perfectly. You briefly wonder just how eager he must have been if he already knows exactly what to do without you saying a single word to guide him.

His earrings jingle with every move and bump against your fingertips, tearing you away from your thoughts. Your cock leaves a shiny mix of your pre-cum and Zoro's saliva behind on his skin when it seems to almost disappear between his pecs and reappear right against his lips. His chest hugs your dick so well. It's so warm and surprisingly soft. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth and finds his fingers pressing up against the sensitive spots on his tits, trying to replicate your touch. He holds his chest in his palms and pinches his swollen nipples. A soft sound rips out of him and his thighs tense and press together. He shifts on his knees and sighs through his nose.

"You're.." the tip of your cock pokes Zoro's lips and paints them with your pre-cum like a sheer lip gloss every time he pushes himself down, leaving behind a thin string of fluids connecting his mouth and your tip when your dick disappears back between his tits, "..really good at this," you mutter.

"Yeah?" He can't help but stare at your cock sandwiched between his pecs and his thoughts can't help but concentrate on the way your tip taps at his lips.

"Yeah." You inhale sharply when Zoro slowly licks his lips clean of your pre-cum with a low moan, now looking up at you again. His fingers stay pressed against his nipples and he gives you a brief, smug smile, not giving you a chance to question what it means before his head tips downwards.

A gasp of Zoro's name leaves your lips when he sticks his tongue out and laps at the head of your dick whenever it appears in front of his mouth. He gives you a quick glance and his lips form an open-mouthed smile when your fingers curl into the bedsheets and your arm jerks, pushing his head down lower with your hand still on the back of his head.

Zoro lets you push him and looks up at you through his eyelashes. He's sure he'll let you do anything to him if it means he'll be the one making you cum.

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wanders-in-wonderland · 2 months

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My Roommate

It’s a typical Friday night, I’d made plans to go to a new club opening with some friends after work and I’m getting ready to leave.

Dressed in a short, skintight dress and heels, I’m just about to head out when I hear the front door open and see my roommate walk into our living room. His eyes sweep over me and I think I see his jaw twitch before he raises an eyebrow at me, “Going out?”

I smile brightly, grabbing my clutch and sliding past him to grab the door handle he’d just let go of. “Don’t wait up!” I cheerfully say as I spin out the door.

I catch him murmur something under his breath but I’m too far gone to notice. I spend the next few hours dancing, drinking, and partying with friends before I finally make my way back home, still a little tipsy and high on a wild night.

I stumble into the apartment, kicking my heels off as I step through the door. I’d been expecting darkness but instead, the lights are on and my roommate is sitting in the armchair in the living room, facing the door. I smile at him and walk into our kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“What are you still doing up?” My words are mostly clear but I can still feel the fuzziness in my head from all the alcohol I’d consumed tonight.

“I was waiting for you,” his voice is flat, with none of the friendly inflection I’m used to. “Hm?” I stare at him in confusion as I bring the glass to my lips, drawing thirstily from it.

I watch as he rises from his seat, walking towards me with purpose. I stare as he approaches, my lack of shoes making our already significant height difference even more pronounced as I tilt my head back to maintain eye contact as he draws closer.

“Did you get tired of prancing around in that outfit like a slut?” His words cut through me, dousing me like ice cold water. I’m slack-jawed for a moment as I stare over the rim of my water glass.

“What?” My voice trembles as my alcohol-addled brain comprehends what he just said. His eyes narrow into an anger-filled glare that makes me shrink and take a step back. He doesn’t stop advancing and my legs carry me backwards instinctively, only stopping when I feel my back hit the kitchen counter.

His voice is dark and biting when he speaks again, “Did you like it when all those men at the club gave you their attention while you whored yourself out? Did that make your cunt wet?”

My heart stutters in fear as I take in how angry he looks and how close he is to me. “I- I don’t know what you mean…” my voice is small and seems to be swallowed up by the room.

“Don’t play dumb. I know how whores like you act,” he sneers and he towers over me, caging me as he plucks the glass from my frozen fingers and sets it down.

“Desperate little whore who lives for the attention and validation that you get from men. That’s what you are. All you want is for someone to own you and possess you and treat you like the worthless piece of pussy you are.” His voice ends in a harsh hiss as he bends down to hold my gaze.

I can feel my heartbeat echoing in my ears and despite the fear, the alcohol, and the indignation that wells up inside of me, I feel my body clench in response to his words.

His hands settle on my waist, his fingers spanning across my back as his thumbs dig into my hips harshly. I whimper softly at the pinch of pain but I feel my pussy throb.

“And I’m tired of watching you run around like a bitch in heat,” he spits the last few words at me before he leans down and captures my lips in a punishing, bruising kiss. I whine into his mouth as I feel his tongue dominate mine, my hands coming up to rest on his chest briefly before my brain catches up to my body and I push away from him.

“What the fuck?” It’s anger now that fills my body and mind, “You have no right to treat me like that or say that about me! What I do is my business, not yours!”

He glares down at me, “It is my fucking business when you’re doing it all under my roof. And I have every right because I’m about to own every part of you.”

I splutter in disbelief, “Who the hell do you think you are, you freak? I don’t fucking belong-“ His hand cracks across my face as he backhands me.

I cry out as my head snaps to the side, my cheek immediately flaring in pain and fear settles into my stomach.

“Don’t fucking disrespect me.” His voice is ice as he stares me down. My eyes fill with tears but I blink them away furiously. My arm comes up to retaliate but before I can, his hand snatches my wrist and in one smooth movement, he pulls me around, pining my arm behind my back while pushing me down against the kitchen counter.

I struggle fruitlessly against him and expletives spew out of my mouth. I hear the sound of his hand cracking against my ass before I even feel it.

The force jolts my entire body and the sharp burn of pain makes me cry out. I twist and try to squirm away from him but he lands several more blows against me, each one drawing a cry from my lips as my thin dress does nothing to dampen the force of his blows.

“You’re fucking mine.” Every word is punctuated with a hit. I feel the tears spill over my lashes as the pain and panic bombards me.

“No, please stop, please let me go!” My voice is desperate and small as he overwhelms my every sense.

“Shut the fuck up,” his tone is cold yet heated with anger and possession as he grabs the bottom of my dress and wrenches it upwards, bunching it around my hips.

He lets out a mocking laugh, “You fucking whore, you didn’t even wear panties out.” I close my eyes as if that would block out what’s happening. He lands a few more harsh slaps to my bare skin, making me whine and cry out again.

I feel his fingers against my core and feel my heart stop. “Fuck, you worthless little cunt, you’re dripping,” his voice is gravelly as his fingers slide against me, collecting the slick that betrays me.

“Being punished like a whore really does turn you on huh?” He laughs with derision. “No, no please stop!” My voice shakes and I feel shame heating my cheeks simultaneous to the desire that heats my blood.

“Don’t lie to me, whore, I can feel how badly you want this.” He slams two fingers into my dripping pussy as he snarls his words into my ear. A strangled moan erupts out of my mouth as I shudder from the pleasure. His fingers don’t stop as they piston into me, the sound of my wetness filling the room with my cries.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve,” his words barely reach me as the beating of my heart roars in my ears.

He curls his fingers inside of me, making my breath stutter as I feel my orgasm fast approaching. His fingers brush against my clit and I let out a broken wail as pleasure washes over me and I come undone on his fingers, splayed out on our kitchen counter.

“Fucking whore,” he growls in my ear as he works me through the orgasm, making me shake and writhe.

I gasp breathlessly as my body comes down from the high and he pulls his hand away from me. He grabs me and spins me around swiftly, the move making my head dizzy as I look into his eyes. He doesn’t even look winded while I know I’m flushed and panting like a bitch in heat.

Before I can get my bearings, his arm shoots out and his fingers wrap around my throat. I let out a strangled whine as he tightens his grip before pulling me out of the kitchen, toward his room.

I stumble slightly, my legs trembling from the orgasm that shook me. He yanks me by my throat before effortlessly tossing me onto the bed. The movement stuns me but I’d be lying if I said his show of strength didn’t make my core clench a little. I stare up at him as he pulls his shirt over his head and drops his pants, revealing his long, hard cock. The harsh movement makes it bounce slightly against the hard lines of his stomach and I let out of small whimper as I take in his size.

He smirks as he catches my eye, “I’m going to make sure you never want another man after tonight.” I shake my head in response, too overwhelmed to formulate a response.

He’s on me a second later, grabbing my arms to lock them above my head in his hand as his body covers mine. His lips attach to my neck and I moan softly when I feel his teeth scrap my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel him mouth me harshly, in a way that I know will leave a deep bruise to show the world who owns me. I whimper softly and squirm against him, unsure if I should arch into him or away from him, not that he’s giving me much space to do either.

He pulls away slightly to run a free hand down my body, ghosting over my skin like I’m something precious he doesn’t want to break. But his next movement dispels that notion when he roughly spreads my legs and lands a stinging slap against my dripping pussy. A cry escapes from my lips as my body jolts sharply.

“Fuck, you’re dripping, you whore,” he growls before landing several more stinging slaps, hitting my clit with each one, the brutal pain combining with pleasure to make my head spin.

“Look at your puffy little pussy, swollen clit all sensitive huh?” He purrs softly into my ear as he harshly lands another sharp slap. I moan brokenly, trembling against him, my eyes fluttering shut.

I feel him shift above me and my eyes fly open when I feel his cock line up against my center. My gaze catches his and I watch as his lips curl into a cruel smile before his hips slam into place. My mouth opens in a wordless scream as his cock fills me and he sets a ruthless pace.

I arch my back against him, staring up at him with unfocused eyes as the pleasure mounts inside of me. His fingers are like bands around my wrist, keeping me pinned to the bed as he fucks me into the mattress.

“You’re fucking mine, you whore. I’m going to breed you and own every part of you. That’s what you need, huh? You need to be owned and controlled because that’s all stupid sluts like you want.” His voice is harsh, deep with possession and finality. I cry out and whine as my vision goes white and my body clenches for another time, my orgasm slamming into me with no mercy.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m yours!” My voice is shrill and desperate as he unrelentingly forces my body into submission to him. His low groan fills my ears as I feel his thrusts stutter. “I’m going to mark you as mine inside and out,” he snarls as he throws his head back and slams into me one final time. I arch into him and feel his cock throb inside of me as he cums, filling me and claiming me as his.

His body collapses on me, pressing me into the bed under his warm weight. His hands release my wrists and I bring my arms up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer.

I giggle softly and let my lips brush against his ear, “Took you long enough to take what belongs to you.” He laughs with breathless incredulity in my ear. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

#nsft concept #overstim kink #cl1t torture #cnc overstim #dark fantasy #cnc k!nk #rap3 fantasy

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hyperactively-me · 10 months

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black tie affair

He slowly comes up behind you, hands stretched out in front of him, wordless. He grasps your waist firmly, holding you in place as his other hand brushes up against your lower back. You shiver under his touch, body still, unmoving. He was so close. So close.

"oh nooooo the zipper on my dress is stuck, what ever will i do? who would ever help meee?"

zipper is stuck trope. with ghost. lol bye.

also, don’t mind me making stuff up for this fic. don't think too hard about it. let's just pretend!

(asks are open)

happy reading

EDIT: PART 2 OUT NOW

warnings: none

Tonight was the Special Forces Military Ball. It was a once-a-year event that everyone on the task force looked forward to as an opportunity to unwind from work. A night of speeches, dancing, and drinking was highly awaited.

You were in a hotel room, finishing applying your makeup in the small bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. The lighting was horrendous, but you persevered. You gently brush on the last touches of your eyeshadow, blinking a few times at your reflection in the mirror. You tilt your face side to side, inspecting every inch of your makeup before pulling back, smiling contentedly at your work. It’s been a while since you last wore this much makeup. A quick sigh escapes your lips as you turn out of the bathroom and into the main room.

A long, black dress lays across the hotel bed. The dress swishes gently across the floor as you pick it up from the bed and hold it up in front of you in front of the floor length mirror. The sweetheart neckline swoops gracefully, the thick straps of the dress adorned with small silver gems. The skirt of the dress hugs all of your curves in the right places, accentuating your features.

You start to slip on the dress, pulling it up and around your body, then pulling the sleeves over to rest on your shoulders. Reaching around your back, your hands come up as you fumble around with the zipper, only pulling it up an inch before it stops.

You try pulling it as hard as you can to no avail. Messing with the zipper a few more times does absolutely nothing, the continuous motion of pulling it up and down useless in aiding you. The zipper rests, stuck, on your lower back.

“Fuck” you groan, annoyed with the stubborn zipper.

You angle your back towards the mirror and stare at it, mostly bare, with a frown. Someone was going to have to help you with this.

Everyone, with the exception of one person, was busy preparing for the event as you racked your brain about who you could call.

Simon “Ghost” Riley.

The big guy.

You grab your phone and scroll through your contacts before your finger lands on his name. You hesitate for a moment, almost already regretting this. Next thing you know, you bring the phone up to your ear, biting your lip as it rings. The phone rings once, twice, then you hear the line pick up.

“Hello?” the low timbre of his voice echoes from the phone.

You inhale dramatically, and turn to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Hi,” you sigh.

The silence from the other end is overbearing. You grimace a little.

You speak quickly, “So uh, I need some help.” You hold your breath as you wait for a response, any response from him.

You hear some shuffling around, and a small cough. You roll your eyes once more.

“Please,” you strain.

He hesitates for a moment. “What’s wrong?”

“This is awkward, but uh, the zipper on my dress is stuck, and you’re the only person I could think of to call and I totally get it if you can’t help me–”

“Which room is yours?” he cuts you off briskly. The shuffling in the background abruptly stopped.

Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, shaking your head as you try to answer.

“Oh, yeah, it’s room 456, fourth floor…” you trail off.

He hangs up without a word. You bring the phone away from your ear slowly and stare at yourself in the mirror once more.

He really is a man of few words.

You pace the room a few times, waiting for him when a single, brief knock raps your door. You stop in your tracks and turn to the door, then run to the mirror to make sure you look presentable enough. You look through the peekhole just to make sure its Ghost before you pull open the door swiftly.

You’re met with his chest in your face, and you drag your eyes upward to his face. His covered face. In that skull mask he always wears. He’s wearing a black tuxedo along with a crooked black tie.

“Hi” he says simply, raking his eyes down your form.

You immediately grab his bicep and pull him into the room and shut the door behind you, pressing your exposed back to the door. He chuckles quietly at you, raising his eyebrows in amusement under his mask.

“Thank you so much for coming” you breathe out, wringing your hands together.

He just stares at you for a moment longer, taking in your appearance unabashedly. He shoves his hands in his pocket and clears his throat.

“Wow. You look amazing” he whistles.

Your cheeks heat up, your mouth slightly agape as the air leaves your lungs.

“Thank you.”

Your dress swishes around your feet as you push yourself off the door, brushing past him. “I could say the same for you, Simon.”

Turning around, you brush a piece of stray hair behind your ear, taking a deep breath. He takes a few heavy steps towards you, his silence overbearing.

“If you could zip me up, that would be great” you smile gently at him, biting your bottom lip awkwardly. You turn around, your exposed back facing Ghost, and you pull your hair over your shoulder. His breath wavers, eyes roaming the expanse of your back, then finally coming to rest on the small of your back. He slowly comes up behind you, hands stretched out in front of him, wordless. He grasps your waist firmly, holding you in place as his other hand brushes up against your lower back. You shiver under his touch, body still, unmoving. He was so close. So close. His free hand closes around the zipper, hesitant to free it.

“Ghost–”

“It’s Simon. Simon, when we’re not on job,” he corrects. You stand up straight.

“Simon. Are you going to zip me up?”

He grunts quietly, then pulls at the zipper once, twice, before it's finally freed. You can feel heat radiating from his fingers as he pulls the zipper up agonizingly slow. As he pulls it up your back, his fingers brush against your skin, the small touches making your knees weak. Your cheeks feel hot from his languid movements. You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he zipped it up to the top.

The trance you were in abruptly stops as you hear the small click of the zipper hitting the top. You swiftly turn around, the skirt of your dress bustling around as you take a step back, his hand falling from your hip.

“Well, thank you Gh– Simon” you say, pushing your hair back to its original place. You rock back on your heels as you inspect his covered face.

His eyes look blown wide, his hands now pulling at the bottom of his tux jacket.

“‘s not a problem” he murmurs, eyes still not looking away from you. His hands wander up to his loosened tie, fidgeting with it.

You notice his tie isn’t properly tied, and you take a few steps close to him, your eyes staring straight at his chest.

“Let me help you with that” you point to his tie. You take his hands in yours and gently pull them to his sides. His hands dwarf your own, and you drop them. His breath hitches.

You wrestle with the tie, your hands brushing up against his chest and collarbone as you twist it into perfection. You keep your eyes trained on the tie, biting your lip as you concentrate. Simon’s eyes remain locked on you, following your every movement.

The silence permeates the air, save for the rustling of fabric against fabric.

You finish tying the knot, and pull it up tight to rest against the base of his throat. He stretches his neck upwards as your hands come to fasten the tie in place. You smooth your hands on the edge of his jacket, straightening out any remaining wrinkles. Your head tilts upwards, smiling softly at him.

“There” you sigh contentedly, patting his cheek gently before pulling away.

Before you could fully remove yourself, his hand snakes down to your waist, pulling you up against his body. A small squeak slips out of you as his hands rigidly hold your waist.

“Simon–”

“Stop talking.”

Before you could even process his movements, he yanks his mask over his nose. Your breath catches in your lungs as your eyes trail the features of his lower face. His breath is hot on your face as he leans down, closer and closer. “Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, eyelashes fluttering as he stares at your lips, noses bumping into each other. He’s only an inch or two away from your face, and you can see every lineament of his skin, his cheekbones, the tip of his pointed nose, his lips. He smells like sandalwood and vetiver, the scent peppery and strong.

You nod your head fervently, heart racing in your chest.

“Please.”

That’s all he had to hear you say.

Simon leans in, closing the miniscule gap between you two. He leans down to press a firm kiss on your lips, inhaling sharply at the contact, eliciting a soft sound from you. Your hands wrap around his neck, tugging him down to your height as his hands roam up and down your back. Simon draws your body against his, pulling you flush against him. He begins to nip your bottom lip, tongue swiping over your lip as if to ask permission. You let him take charge, his hand gliding up your body, your breath growing ragged.

He bites your lip, slowly pulling away as he breaks contact. You gulp in the cool air of the room, studying his face as he slowly pulls his mask down in place. Your ears are red, face flushed.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice comes out hoarse as he takes your hand in his. He rubs his thumb in circles around your palm, outlining your face.

“Thank you” you whisper, taking his hand into your own.

You gingerly pull him out of your room, and don’t let go of his hand for the rest of the night.

PART 2

#*ੈ✩ simon “ghost” riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod #call of duty reader insert #call of duty #ghost #simon “ghost” riley #fluff #ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost imagine #hyperactivelyme

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eelnoise · 5 months

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deliverance earned, reverence paid

roronoa zoro x afab!reader

NSFW, minors DNI

cw: light bondage, sub!zoro, dom!zoro, dom!reader, sub!reader, titsucking (m receiving), hand job, blow job, reverse cowgirl riding, edging, hair pulling, biting

an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOROOOOOO!!!!!!! let's all remember to love and cherish our boy today!!!!! anyway here's some self indulgent smut. 110cm btw

“Stay still,” you remind him, somewhat sternly - just enough to garner his attention, if the slight tilt of his head is anything to go by. “You’re making this take longer than it should.”

“Only because you’re takin’ forever,” Zoro grumbles, and you notice that he’s looking everywhere but at you. “Could ya be any slower? Besides, it’s hard with your chest in my face.”

You sneer and finish tying his wrists to the headboard above him. Leaning back, you bring your now free hand to his jaw, holding him in place and gently tilting his head up fully toward you to force eye contact. The soft blush across his cheeks is almost enough to make you forget all of this, to free him from his bonds and allow him to fuck you until your lungs give out.

Almost.

“Then eyes on me,” you purr, the sultry slip of your tongue between your lips making Zoro’s cock throb against you. “Got it?”

Zoro looks away from you for a moment before sighing defeatedly. “Fine,” he mutters, narrowing his eyes, a hint of defiance behind them. “But ya know I could break these,” he adds, that smug, cynical tone returning once more as he motions to the binds above his head. “Pretty easily, right?”

"But where's the fun in that?" you ask, leaning down to hover your lips above his, letting your words brush teasingly against him. "You wanted a good time for your birthday, right?”

“That’s a risky game you’re playin’, sweetheart.”

“Pays off.”

“Hmph,” he huffs, giving you a short nod, his breath catching slightly in his chest at the touch. “I did.” Despite his initial hesitance about not wanting to be tied up, there’s something undeniably thrilling about having you over him this way, tantalizingly out of his reach, knowing he could turn this around at any moment if he truly wished to, something that makes his heart race and sends shivers down his spine.

You kiss him, smiling into it as you wrap your arms around his neck. His arms twitch, as if Zoro’s natural response to this would be to envelop you, to roam your body to his heart’s content, to swallow you whole.

Cute.

He groans into the kiss, rutting his hips into yours when you slide your tongue past his lips. Zoro clenches his fists, trying his damnedest to inch closer to you. Despite the restraints holding him in place, there’s no denying the raw, all-consuming desire that courses through every single fiber of his being - a desire that burns hotter with each passing moment that you’re above him.

You hum, pleased that he’s behaving - for now. The kiss deepens further, growing hungry and wet and just noisy. Tongues twist, lips smack, saliva pools - it’s a downright salacious sight. You grind your hips into his, bodies only separated by thin layers of clothing.

Zoro feels a fire ignite within him - a flame that threatens to consume him entirely. It’s a sensation he can’t describe, exhilaratingly exposed and at your whim, owning him, loving him.

He wants to be closer to you, to slide his hands along your back, your hips, desperate for more of whatever it is that’s coursing through his veins.

Countless saturating kisses later, you part from him - and you swear you hear him whine at the loss of the intimate touch. You drag open-mouthed kisses and slight nibbles of your teeth across his jawline and down his neck, a heavenly sigh efflorescent on his lips, the sound caught somewhere between pleasure and frustration as he squirms beneath you, trying desperately to find a way to return the favor.

The salty-sweet taste of Zoro’s skin is driving you crazy, and when you reach the flesh of his chest, it’s almost intoxicating. Hands trail down his shoulders, tracing delicate patterns into his skin. He hisses when your tongue meets his nipple in a teasingly quick, almost like testing for a reaction.

And he moans emphatically, gorgeously so. When you lock eyes upon him and leave a longer, more exploratory lap across the hardened bud, his back arches into your touch, eye(s) shutting and tilting his head backward in clear ecstasy.

"Shiiit," He groans out, unable to keep himself quiet. The sensation is new, but not unwelcome. "What the fuck, that feels so good."

You giggle, slurping your mouth around him and feeling his reaction go right between your thighs, though apparently, it does something to the man beneath you.

At the sound of your laughter, Zoro’s face turns redder than ever, and he lets out a frustrated growl. “What the hell is so damn funny?” he demands, knowing full well that there’s nothing he wants more than for you to continue your ministrations.

“I like the way you sound,” you grin, gently placing a few apologetic kisses between his pecs. “That’s all.”

Zoro scowls, a hint of embarrassment mixed in with annoyance. “Well, don’t expect me to appreciate it,” he snaps, though his voice is roughened with lust. In spite of his efforts to maintain a tough exterior, it’s clear that he’s enjoying your attention regardless - even if he won’t admit it out loud.

“Right,” you smile, knowing damn well he appreciates it. Returning to your work on his chest, lips now wrapping around his other nipple and your free hand groping the now neglected side, kneading the muscle there and causing him to writhe and shiver under your touch. “Then allow me to do the appreciating, hm?”

He doesn’t reply, simply gritting his teeth and leaving delectable, breathtaking sounds of bliss to echo in your ears. And when one of your hands dips down to palm the outline of the precum-stained bulge beneath his boxers, Zoro curses under his breath, the word breathless and rasp and needy.

You stroke him slowly, feeling him throb beneath your fingers. He can’t help but gently rock against your hand, seeking more friction and stimulation, and with your lips still bound tightly to his chest, you allow him to rut into your grip, savoring each beautiful whine and whimper that harmonizes between you.

Only when you think he’s had enough of the teasing do you slip your hand under the waistband to free his cock, thick and lengthy and leaking, from its confinement and letting it bounce against his stomach. Zoro lets loose a low cry of relief, followed by a string of discordant half-curses and fervid moans as you take his length in your hand and begin to properly stroke him, gathering the precum at his tip with your thumb before letting your fingers drag all the way to the base.

The privilege of freedom sends a chain reaction through Zoro’s veins, and he digs his nails into his palms, a feeble attempt at both a distraction to keep himself from cumming too fast and to sate the burgeoning urge to keep his wrists confined. Still, he involuntarily bucks his hips sharply into your fist, a subconscious reaction to regain control of the situation.

You stop your motions, pulling away from his chest with an audible *pop* of your lips, expression suddenly harsher than before. “Stay still.” You remind him.

He glares at you defiantly, though the look quickly turns into one of confusion when he realizes that you haven’t resumed your charity to his chest. “Why should I listen to you?” he demands, tone low and laced with sheer carnality. Through his bravado, however, he means not to disobey you - especially in this position.

You scoff, feigning surprise at his sudden change of attitude. “I could just leave, you know,” your voice darkens, taking on a more lurid inflection as you press your lips back to his skin and leave a series of kisses horizontally across his chest. “But we both know you’d miss this,” you add, pricking your teeth into the muscle there, your incisors carving their outlines deep enough into his flesh to sting, but not draw blood.

Zoro’s gaze narrows, and he clenches his jaw in response your teeth marking him. “Fine,” he growls, surrendering to the moment and, once again, to you.

With a smirk, you begin to kiss down his chest, leaving long, wet licks down his torso and toward his hips. You come to a stop right before you reach his cock, your hot breath enticing and practically taunting him. “You’re gonna be good, right?”

He hesitates for just a moment, torn between his instinctive desire to resist and the need to satisfy his own desires. Finally, he nods, admitting defeat in the face of your dominance. “Yeah… just get on with it, alright?” Zoro’s flushed, bashful pout does little to quell the rush of yearning that floods inside of you.

Satisfied with his answer, you smile and leave a small kiss to the head of his dick before sliding it between your lips, flicking your tongue up and down the underside of his shaft as you take more and more of him into your mouth. Zoro groans deeply, feeling his control slipping away as you expertly tease and lap at him with a craving that drives him feral. He can’t help but thrust his hips forward, trying to find deeper contact with the lith and dexterous favor you’re showering him with.

You know just what he likes, just how to please him in a way no one else can, and you make use of that knowledge. A hand wraps around him, fingers enclosing around his cock to assist in your motions and allowing you to better focus your attention on making him feel as good as you promised.

Zoro begins to tremble, his hips twitching frantically as the all too familiar sense of relief begins to rise within him. He feels himself slipping into delirium, and it’s taking most of what he has to hold back, though the endeavor is feeble. Despite his best efforts, the wave of pleasure crashes over him like a tidal wave, sending shudders throughout his entire body and causing him to let out a loud moan of ecstasy.

But right before he cums, you pull back, removing both your hand and your mouth from him. The desperate angry wail that he sings out, a lament in anguish of fruitless deliverance.

"Fuckin' tease!" Zoro snarls, struggling against the ropes that bind him to the bedpost and baring his teeth. He knows that only you have the power to bring him to the brink like this, and to deny him release? Vile.

"Calm yourself~” you coo playfully, rolling off of the bed with grandiose, bending over slowly and removing your underwear, giving Zoro agonizingly painful throes of temptation and making a show of such a simple gesture. "You'll get what you want.”

Zoro watches as you remove the the final barrier of sin, his eyes lingering on your exposed pussy for a moment before returning to your face. He knows that you're toying with him, and it only adds to his frustration and arousal. "You better not be fuckin' with me," he warns, his voice rough with emotion.

You're not fucking with him. In fact, you need him just as much as he needs you right now, and you're about to show him just how much that is.

Returning to his side, you crawl over toward him and hoist your legs over his meaty thighs. You straddle his hips with your back toward him, one hand reaches behind you to guide his cock along your drenched folds, languidly aligning him with your entrance.

Zoro looks down as you sink down on him, his expression twisting into one of transcendent salacity. He can feel the heat radiating from your body and slowly does it surround his pulsating and needy cock.

Your inner walls clench and accommodate his fat, heavy length in a way that has you both crying out in pleasure. Once again do you feel his muscles tense with the need to touch you, spurring you onward with fervor.

As you slide down further onto his throbbing cock, Zoro has to close his eye(s), unable to watch as your cunt devours inch after inch of him. The feeling of being surrounded by your warm, wet pussy makes his toes curl, and he can't help but push his hips upward in an attempt to drive deeper into you. He can't resist the urge to move – it's as if every nerve in his body is focused on the incredible sensations coursing through him.

You rock your hips when he finally bottoms out within you, easing yourself into a rhythm comfortable enough to keep your footing. Bouncing up and down his, you begin to add to Zoro's lust filled babble, the sound of your own mirth entwining with his as you ride him.

Skin slaps against skin, and Zoro's full attention is back upon you in an instant as your pace quickens, watching his cock disappear within you with every slam of your ass against his pelvis. The sight is unholy, and it's downright disgraceful that he can't touch you, to grip you by the hip with one hand and pull your hair with the other - to force your eyes on him as he fucks you stupid.

“So fuckin’ tight,” Zoro pants, biting his lower lip harshly, transfixed upon your motions. “Ya feel so good, baby. Feels so fuckin’ goooood~”

His praise goes straight to your core, and with renewed vigor do you lean forward, using his knees as leverage to snap against him faster, a move that rewards you with a satisfied sigh. You feel his cock throb, the tip kissing the bundle of nerves deep within you in your shifted position.

But it's still too slow for Zoro, his growing need threatening to outweigh his patience with you.

“Faster,” he whines, his hips nudging into yours with more and more force. “Need more, please.”

The pleasantry causes you to tighten around him, and you attempt to give him what he wants, now bouncing wildly and crying out in ecstasy as you ride him with all that you can give.

It's not enough.

Far too lost in the act, you don't register Zoro's movements, and it's only when you hear the snapping of his binds and the sudden death grip at your hip do you realize that he's free.

A large, thick fingered hand tangles into your locks and pushes you forward, falling onto your forearms and allowing Zoro to maneuver himself onto his knees to plunge into your cunt from behind. You mewl and writhe under him, forceful thrusts tuning you into singing his favorite canticle, your hymn muffling only when he presses your face into the mattress.

“You’re gonna shut up and take it, yeah?” Zoro taunts, pulling your head back by the strands of hair between his fingers. You nod, unable to form any coherent words due to the assault on your pussy. “Use your words, princess. Gonna take my cock till you can't walk straight, right?” He adds, leaning forward to sink his teeth into your shoulder.

“Yes!” You wail, completely sapped of any will to disobey, melting under the dominance that he so urgently craves. “Need you to f-fuck me stupid, Z-Zoro! Please!” Each word sputters from you pathetically, and you hear Zoro snicker audibly above you.

“Good girl,” he muses, slamming his cock into you at a mouthwatering pace. “Cause it's my birthday, after all.”

#zoro x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #one piece x reader #opla zoro x reader #zoro smut #zoro x reader smut #roronoa zoro x you #x reader #this isnt the big one btw clearly lmao

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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Sensual Domination

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

TW: dommy attitude, unprotected p in v, explicit smut, 18+ mdni

WC: 1.8k

You lightly knocked on Kyle’s door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He opens it, and before you even get to greet him, he holds his hand out in a stopping gesture. “Wait a moment.” Shutting the door behind him, he stands straight, head and shoulders above you, quietly appraising.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman who’s got Johnny and Simon wrapped around her finger,” his eyes slowly travel from your toes up, lingering on your lips. “You’re as lovely as Johnny said you were.” Oh?

With a mischievous smile, you ask, “Only Johnny? Does Simon’s opinion differ?” and Kyle chuckles.

“No, love. Simon is tight-lipped when it comes to you, the possessive bastard. But enough of that,” his tone turns professional, countenance beguiling, “From the moment you step into my flat until we close the scene, you are to address me as sir, understand?”

You feel a thrill of anticipation at his command. “Yes, sir.” The smile he gives you in response is absolutely mesmerizing.

“Good girl,” he purrs.

Fucking hell.

You find yourself on Kyle’s soft, plush carpet in only a silken, short robe waiting for him to address you as he walks around your kneeled form. “Tell me what’s your safeword, love.” It appears that he catches on to your embarrassment, as he carries on with the conversation.

“Recognize that I will not continue until we establish the safety processes within the scene. So let’s try again, shall we?” Stopping his orbiting, he stands directly in front of you— his large, warm hand petting your hair. “Safe word?”

A rosy hue spreads across your face as you whisper, “Pelican, sir.”

“Good. Y’know,” and he bends at the waist to cup your face, “I love it when your cheeks turn that color. Do you want to know why?” He waits for you to nod before answering, “Because I imagine what color your other cheeks would turn under my hand.”

Kyle straightens and reaches out a hand to help you up, his gaze fixed upon you, taking in every detail. “How lucky am I, to have such a beautiful woman offering herself to me.” His hands cradle your face, thumbs caressing your jaw. The way he slowly leans in as your eyes slide shut, molding his lips to yours feels almost cliche, but you love it. Your hands grasp at his arms, and let out a mewl when his tongue comes in contact with yours, swirling against yours. He’s consuming you, sweeping you away. His lips were soft, in contrast to the stubble of his chin. Pulling away, he leaves you breathless as he starts peppering a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth down to the column of your throat, suckling a love bite on your delicate skin. “Open your eyes,” he murmurs against your neck, “and look at what you do to me.”

Slowly, you open your eyes, tilt your head down, and notice the prominent tent in his trousers. Your heart slams into your ribcage in anxious delight, anticipation dancing in your veins. “How does it feel to know you have my full and undivided attention?” and with that, he begins to lead you towards the bedroom. He gestures for you to perch on the edge of his lofty mattress, gently guiding your hands to rest on your lap.

“I want you to picture this robe,” his fingertips skim on the neckline of the garment, “as your self-doubt, your fear.” Taking a step back, he fixates on you. “I want you to feel, that as you take it off, you are letting go of the fear that stands in the way of your pleasure.” With unsteady movements and shallow breaths, you undo the knot at your waist and begin to slip the fabric off of your shoulders when he covers your hands in his, a comforting touch.

“I need you to take a deep breath for me. In,” a pause, “out. Good girl. You’re safe here. I’m here to help you feel more. To breathe is to feel, and to limit breathing is to limit feeling. So take one more deep breath for me, baby, because I want you to feel everything.”

You take a moment to steady your breathing, allowing serenity to settle over you. He releases your hands, and you continue to strip until the robe is crumpled around your naked hips on the bed. Kyle’s eyes gleam as he takes you in, head tipping to the side, mouth curling into a soft smile. “You are so beautiful without your fear.”

He approaches you and kneels, his face eye level with your cunt, slit glistening with your desire. His warm breath fanned over your lips, sending liquid fire through your veins, causing you to move your hips in a silent plea. “Look at me,” he commands and you meet his gaze, “If you close your eyes, I stop.” And he dove head first.

Every tortuous swipe of his tongue tested your willpower. He flicks your clit with a pointed tip, broad strokes teasing your entrance, deliciously thick fingers pushing and curling at your gummy, squishy walls. His mouth and chin are slippery with his saliva and your arousal, your thighs shake at your impending climax, and your throat is dry from the stream of broken whimpers that have escaped your lips. The unexpected twinge from his tongue catching your bud, pressing it against the edge of his teeth is what tosses you over your peak. Your vision is blurry, muddling Kyle’s features as your walls convulse around his fingers. He must be pleased with you and your obedience because he smiles against your cunt as he helps you ride out your climax to the point of overstimulation.

With one last kiss directly on your sensitive clit, he pulls away and licks at sweet nectar around his lips. “Good fucking girl.” Kyle instructs you to get on the bed as he sheds his clothes. Crawling to you, he situates himself in between your spread thighs, pressing his thick girth against your puffy, soaked lips. “You with me, love?” Bobbing your head, a mewl slips out of your mouth when the flared head of his cock pushes into your snug, clenching channel. “Take a breath because now your only job is to feel.” He sinks inch by demanding inch, your muscles fluttering as they struggle to accommodate him. Through gritted teeth, he hisses, “Relax, sweetheart. Let me in,” he gives a couple of sampling thrusts and kisses you hungrily, swallowing your moans when he hits the right spot a few times. Hooking your right leg on the crook of his elbow, he whispers against your lips, “Surrender.”

Your vision goes white at the pace he sets, firm and solid. Air is knocked out of your lungs with every thrust, your nails dig into his arms when he grinds down on your clit and he groans, “There are those claws.” He is unrelenting in his chase for your orgasm, clever fingers circling your swollen bud, and continues to shower you with praise. “You look so pretty taking me,” he coos.

Kyle grunts at the feel of your walls tightening around him and ups the tempo— the sound of skin slapping resounds in the room, along with the obscene squelch of your pussy as he fills you to the brim, and then some. “Let go, princess, I got you,” and the drag of his sizable length as he pants in your ear sends you tumbling over the edge. Your legs tense, and toes curl as your crest crashes into you, wave after wave of almost agonizing bliss. He growls at how tight your gooey walls squeeze him, like a silken fist, but continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Once he feels the rhythmic pulsing abate, Kyle snarls and pulls out, letting out pained gasps.

“You almost had me there, love. On your knees.” He assists, of course, because you’ve been reduced to a puddle of flesh. “If you need me to stop, use your safe word. And just in case you go nonverbal,” he deposits his watch in your dainty hand, “you drop that, and that’s my cue to stop. Understand?” You sluggishly nod and then feel the heel of his palm meet the base of your skull, squeeze firmly, and grip slowly at the hairs closest to your scalp. “I’m taking full control, sweetheart. Brace yourself.”

The words barely slipped past his lips before setting a brutal pace, arse rippling with the sheer force of his thrusts. He’s yanking your head back with the firm grip on your hair, arching your spine at an angle that has him going deeper, and you think you feel him in your lungs, your throat.

“Take it for me, love, I know you can.” The tip is ruthlessly pushing against the entrance of your womb, but the grip holding his watch is steady. He moans, and you feel his cock swelling to what feels to be an impossible size and gives you six more back-breaking thrusts, then stills, cock twitching and coating your insides with his essence.

He lets go of your hair and leans his weight on his hands by your shoulders as he catches his breath, and you can feel the drops of sweat dripping from him onto your overheated skin. Kyle gently pulls out, taking great care to not hurt you. He nudges you to turn around, and kisses your neck, adding another lovebite. “You did so good for me, love. How do you feel?”

“I— uh,” you can’t form words, much less a sentence since your brain’s been turned to mush.

Kyle chuckles, “That good, huh?” He rests his forehead on yours, breaths mingling. “Let me show you off, yeah? And then after I can draw you a bath, scented candles and all.”

“Er, okay,” a gentle exhale, “alright.”

Price’s phone vibrates in his pocket, and he excuses himself from his client. His chest rumbles with a low laugh as he looks at his screen. It’s a photo of Kyle holding you by the neck in front of a mirror, your back to his front. Your skin is glistening with sweat, cheeks pink, and neck peppered with tiny bruises.

She said she should be the one getting paid, at this point.

Oh? Shameless little minx.

Tell her I want to see her in two weeks, I’ll send as much as she wants. It’s high time I met Simon’s girl.

Pocketing his cell, he clenches his hands into a fist once, then twice, in an attempt to calm his exhilaration. He can’t wait to sink his teeth into you next.

A/N: kyle is king. period.

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kvtie444 · 4 months

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A/N: kinda hate kinda love

Summary: reader and chris are friends, thinks get steamy in the hot tub 😏

Warnings: nsfw?? kissing, swearing, drinking, suggestive lmao

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The night air wrapped around us like a warm embrace as Nick and I continued our gossip session in the hot tub, sipping on margaritas - Nick's was currently on a tangent about Chris. "He literally has no boundaries," Nick exclaimed, raising his eyebrows for emphasis. I chuckled at his tangent, well aware of Chris's quirks. Whilst we were friends, there was always an unspoken tension between us.

Sipping my drink, the alcohol burning my throat, I glanced at Nick, who wasn't exactly the best bartender. The sound of water jets hummed softly in the background, steam and bubbles rising, creating a dreamlike atmosphere under the night sky.

Suddenly, I hear a splash, I look over to nick, who’s getting out of the hot tub. I shoot him a confused look. “It’s too hot and I’m pruning up like crazy” he says as he exited the hot tub, wrapping a towel around himself. "You staying in here?" he asked. I nodded, promising to join him later as I adjusted my bikini straps.

Alone in the warm water, I closed my eyes, relishing the peaceful ambiance. The back door slid open, and I assumed it was Nick returning. "Come back for another marg?," I called out casually.

"No, because I'm not a pussy."

My eyes shot open, and I turned my head to find Chris standing there, smirking in black trunks, a towel around his neck, and his signature silver chain. I sighed, "Was just having a relaxing moment," but Chris paid no mind.

He teased, "Don't act like you're not happy to see me," before grabbing the bottle of tequila from the makeshift bar. He joined me in the hot tub, sitting opposite, holding eye contact with me the whole time.

I couldn't help but chew on my cheek nervously before bringing the rim of my margarita glass to my lips, stealing a glance at Chris who, without missing a beat, was downing tequila straight from the bottle. My eyes widened, and I couldn't hide the bewilderment etched across my face.

"I don't know how you can do that," I commented, scrunching my face at Chris, who simply nodded in response. With a subtle wave of his middle and index finger, he beckoned me over, “come”

Confused yet intrigued, I approached him, and before I could grasp the situation, he closed the distance between us. Our bodies now pressed against each other's sides, I looked up at him, still uncertain of what was about to transpire. His lips glistened as he licked them, a prelude to the unexpected lesson he was about to impart.

"Open your mouth, breathe in deep when you drink, and exhale deeply after," he instructed, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. Cupping his hand under my jaw, he tilted it upward, bringing the tequila bottle into view. Slowly comprehending the scenario, I parted my lips slightly, extending my tongue ever so slightly.

His gaze locked onto me as he poured not one, not two, but well over three shots down my throat. The burning sensation intensified with each gulp, causing me to scrunch my face and shut my eyes. Instinctively, I pushed his hand away with the bottle, signalling I had reached my limit.

I swallowed hard, the lingering burn threatening to make me gag. Reacting on reflex, I clutched onto Chris's bicep, my eyes still shut whilst coughing slightly, my head resting against his shoulder. He laughs at my reaction, rubbing up and down my back soothingly, his warm hand resting there.

I finally lifted my head, meeting Chris's gaze as he slyly glanced at my chest before smoothly redirecting his attention to my lips and then my eyes. His smirk added an electrifying tension to the air. "You took that well, ma," Fuck. That name always got me weak in the knees.

My eyes involuntarily flickered to his lips, and I licked my own as I locked eyes with him again. Chris briefly stuck his tongue in his cheek before biting his lip. His hand moved with deliberate intent, toying with the strap of my bikini, each touch sending jolts of electricity through my body.

Leaning over me, his presence became magnetic, and I couldn't help but lean in closer. His hand cupped my jaw, the other still resting around my shoulders, as he pressed his lips against mine with a soft intensity. His chain dangled over me, a visual reminder of the height difference between us. I surrendered to the kiss, leaning further into it, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders.

As the kiss between Chris and me deepened, I seized the moment, gently pushing him down as I straddled him. Chris, ever-responsive, quickly shifted, his hands gripping my waist with a bruisingly tight, possessive desire.

I could feel him smirk against me as he moved down to kiss across my jaw, trailing along my neck and chest. A soft sigh escaped me, a blend of the heat radiating from both Chris's touch and the steam rising from the hot tub. His lips returned to mine, the kiss now more passionate - I surrendered to his lead in the kiss, his dominance in the exchange evident.

Tasting the remnants of tequila on his lips, his hands traced a tantalizing path down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His hands found their way to my as, gripping slightly as he guided our movements, initiating a slow and enticing grind. A small moan escaped Chris's lips, sending delightful vibrations through me. I sighed in response, feeling him grow beneath me, the undeniable chemistry between us creating an intoxicating blend of desire and pleasure in the steamy embrace of the hot tub.

He deftly pushed down the straps of my bikini, his kisses trailing down the newly exposed skin, a mix of sucking and nipping that left a trail of marks in their wake. "Chris, please," I whined, the pleasure and anticipation building up. He pulled away, creating an almost inaudible pop, admiring the marks he had left against my skin.

"Use your words, baby," he mumbled against my ear, planting a soft kiss just below it, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "I need you," I managed to say, tugging slightly at the hair on the back of his head.

"Want me to make you feel good, princess?" he cooed, pulling back to look into my eyes. Frantically, I nodded, almost lost in a trance of desire. Before I could register the next move, he slapped my ass, the sensation sending a jolt through me.

"Get up, we're going to my room,"

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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The Stuff of Wet Nightmares

Pairing: Male!Sleep Paralysis Demon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con, fear play, dirty talk, cunnilingus, whimpering, dream sex, biting, clit stimulation

Word count: 1.6k

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A/N: Recently heard of a book that had a sleep paralysis demon in it. Apparently it's pretty hot but I haven't read it yet. Hopefully I will once I get through Learn My Lesson. Anyway this is, a very late, next part of my Monster Week.

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was that, yes you were still in your room. It was still nighttime judging from the sliver of moonlight coming from your window. But something wasn't right. Try as you might you couldn't move a muscle.

You opened your mouth to try to curse but no sound would come out. You were completely paralyzed. In your mind you trashed and kicked, but it wasn't translating to your body at all.

"You really should stop trying that. It makes the experience worse for us both." The scratchy, deep voice sounded from somewhere in the room. Your eyes frantically searched for its source. "Up here sweet dreamer."

You manage to shift your gaze upwards to the corner of the bedroom door. There you see a pair of piercing ice blue eyes, in even darker colors of blue, staring at you. You can't make out anything else as the eyes move down the wall in unnatural way, almost gliding.

"Forgive the intrusion on my part." The entity smiles as it straightens up, towering over you even at the distance. You're able to see sharp rows of pointy teeth, it too a glowing blue color, both its eyes and its mouth seem to give out a faint blue shimmer. "Your dreams smelled so sweet, I just couldn't stay away." It crept closer, the form shrinking and shifting, almost shadow like from what you could see, "Oh, are you scared? Hm, how about I take a form more familiar to you?"

It smirked, eyes narrowing then widening as it took a male bodied shape and tone of voice. The blue eyes and teeth stayed but there was also a shadowy strand of hair falling over its left eye, almost entirely obscuring it. And while the body was muscular you could still make out little wisps of light dancing across it like firelights.

"Better now dreamer?" He tilted his head and walked close, aware of the nakedness of himself and your eyes taking him in. "What troubles you tonight. Let me take a look."

His hand, smooth, warm and almost tickling you, pressed against your cheek.

"Oh dear. That's an awful lot of stress for just one person. No wonder you've been having trouble sleeping lately. Perhaps I can do something about it. You humans are a complicated yet simple bunch, I've learned many things about your kind over the years. Such as..." In a moment he was above you, on top of you, grabbing your chin and making eye contact with you. His knee pressed between your legs, lightly massaging the aching spot, "how to best make you come."

Once again you tried to speak but to no avail. The pressure felt good, but you didn't know this... demon, you had no idea of his true goals. It scared and aroused you at the same time. His hands, a little big on your hips still, took hold and moved you against his leg.

"How long has it been since someone touched you like this?" He questioned against your skin, his long, forked tongue licking down your neck. It too was a shade of blue, a little lighter than the interior of his mouth. "Haven't you been a good girl? Haven't you earned your release?"

Heat pooled between your legs fast, building up until it crashed over you like an avalanche as you came with a soundless cry. For a moment you thought you'd closed your eyes again, when actually that was just your mind trying to come back to you.

He smiled above you, his hands smoothing under your shirt and hiking it up. He licked downward, between and around your breasts, biting the right underboob, making you shiver at the sharpness of his teeth and the knowledge that he could rip you apart if he wanted to. But he didn't, that wasn't his goal. His goal was between your legs. Your panties were slid off and left barely hanging at the foot of the bed.

"You smell even sweeter when aroused." The long tongue flicked between your lower lips, smooth and hot, sending a jolt of arousal through your still body. "Taste even better." He dove in with his mouth and tongue, licking between, around and inside you. This time you found that you could whimper, but only barely, resulting in him smiling against you, "Does it feel good? Tell me, I'll allow it."

A high and choked "Yes." left your lips before you went right back to making those lewd sounds that he seemed to thrive on.

"I'm glad." He made eye contact with you as he licked a long path from your pussyhole to your clit, tapping against it with his forked tongue. "You taste better than dreams. You might be my new sustenance. A win-win."

He lifted from between your legs, your juices dripping down his chin. His hand went between his legs and fisted around his cock. You don't know how you were able to miss it until now, it wasn't small by any means.

"I can shift it. For any shape that suits your needs. So how do you want me? Do you want me?" His eyes found yours, searching for an answer as he slid his hand up and down the hard appendage. You moaned as you saw it shift in the perfect shape and girth for your pussy. "This one?" He circled the tip on your clit, his hips barely moving.

"Yes. I want." Were all the words you were able to speak out, that he needed to hear before you felt the head of his dick on your entrance. He gave it a few experimental thrusts, pushing forward more with every roll of his hips.

"Oh yes." He moaned, deep and breathless as he bottomed out, "Much better than a dream. You take me perfectly my sweet. Your body is responding so well to me. This cock is just what you needed isn't it? Fucking you deep, filling up your empty hole like no other."

You wanted to nod, to moan, to ask him for his name, to shake your hips into his. But all you could do was lie still as he moved back and forth above you, his hips pressing against yours, his face close to yours, your breath mixing together before he kissed you.

The kiss further muffled your moans as his pace increased, his hands grabbing hold of your hips, his nails leaving pink scratch marks on your skin as he started to hammer his hard cock into your pussy. Not even you realized how much you needed this. You needed him to fuck, and mark you, and drive you to the brink and pull you back. "Harder." You were able to say against him before he dove back into another, deeper kiss, his teeth nibbling and pulling at your lip before licking over it, constantly reminding you of what he is.

"Whatever you ask." He obliged with much glee, driving with cock deep it had to be kissing your cervix. "A little more and I bet I could open you up. But even in a dream I think that'd hurt a little too much." There was a darkness in his concerning tone telling you that despite knowing that he wanted to do it. "Let me hear you my sweet dreamer. I want to hear you come undone around my cock."

"Oh fuck!" The left your mouth before you could register it, your moans no longer held back some invisible force although your body was still paralyzed, rocking only because of his thrusts. "Yeah, fuck, make me come!"

"As many times you want." He drove his cock back and forth into your twitching, sensitive cunt, each thrust accompanied by wet slapping sounds of skin against skin. "Do you want my cum too? You've been so well behaved, I think you deserve it."

You could barely even choke out your confirmation before you were flooded by huge loads of cum. He kept fucking you through his orgasm, intent on getting you there too. His cum only made his cock more slippery, the length twitching and pulsing as it dragged against your quivering walls and pushed you over the edge. His arms went around your shoulders, his teeth latching onto you neck.

For a moment your pulse quickened, wondering if he would kill you now that he got what he wanted. It wasn't until you heard and felt a deep rumble from his chest that you realized he was completely calm. It irked you a little, you were all out of breath and shaking and here he was, still completely fine.

"A mark for you. So others know you're mine." He whispered against your skin, "Until next time my sweet dreamer." His voice echoed in your ears as you felt yourself fade into unconsciousness.

It was an emptiness and ache between your legs that you woke up with. Your whole body ached in fact. "Fuck. Was that... a dream?" Considering there was no one in your room but you and no cum between your legs, something that a part of you looked forward to seeing, it had to have been a dream. You rushed into the bathroom, you had to be sure.

There it was, a bite mark on your neck. Not a dream, not reality, but something in between.

A shiver went down your spine and straight between your legs as you remembered his words: "Until next time."

"Until tonight." You smiled into the mirror. It was brief but for a moment you swore you heard his voice, his chuckle, right behind you.

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forlix · 8 months

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𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞・l.f.

— felix misses you a little extra tonight; good thing you're way ahead of him.

words・1.7k pairing・idol!felix x gn!reader warnings・brief mentions of the ocean, drowning imagery genres・fluff, angst, established relationship, pining, hurt/comfort, lots of (happy) tears

a/n・i had exo's "been through" on repeat while writing this; pls give it a listen it's beautiful and so underrated and captures the fic perfectly. enjoy <3

When Felix steps into Tokyo's night air, he can still hear the remnants of tonight's concert in the distance, the occasional car horn and the low thrum of conversation floating over the dome of the stadium. But for the most part, it is quiet, and Felix is finally able to think.

He thinks about how he's happiest after performances: leftover adrenaline warming his skin, strobe lights still dancing across his vision, heartbeat still drumming against his ribs like the heavy bass that shook the stage prior. He thinks about how much he loves leaving each venue knowing that, even if only for a few hours, he owned the place; set it utterly ablaze.

But he mostly thinks about you.

From the moment Felix started loving you, his happiness became yours. A bite of brownie fresh out of the oven, met with widened eyes and a delighted mmm; every funny story relayed to you later that night (poorly, because he keeps interrupting himself to laugh); photographs, so many photographs—an especially rotund pigeon he spots on the way to practice, a new pair of earrings that’s way too expensive but looks way too good on him, cute texts from his mom—inevitably making their way into your camera roll.

He can’t help it. He only wants to experience the best parts of the world with you by his side.

So it is in his happiest moments that he feels your absence the strongest. And now, Felix so badly wishes you were here that he physically aches. It feels a bit like his heart is being swallowed by seawater, nothing in any direction for miles, nowhere to go but down.

Only when Chan materializes next to him does Felix manage to steady his feet on the cement once again.

“It’s not here yet?” Chan surveys the lot for their tour bus, to no avail. “Good thing, I guess. Everyone's taking their sweet time.”

The older boy gives Felix a glance thoughtlessly, looks away, and then looks back, his gaze lingering on the side of his face for longer this time, and Felix knows that Chan knows exactly what’s going through his head. For a second, Chan seems like he wants to say something, but Felix averts his eyes to his shoes, takes out his phone.

Not now.

“I think I left something inside,” Chan says instead, though he never leaves anything anywhere. Felix manages an appreciative smile. Without another word, Chan claps a hand to Felix’s shoulder and disappears back into the building, as quickly as he came.

A few seconds pass. Then, as naturally as if by muscle memory, Felix taps on your contact and holds his phone to his ear.

It rings once, twice, thrice—and then he hears your voice, but not in the way he yearns for.

“Hi, you’ve reached Y/N! I’m unable to come to the phone right now, but please leave a message and I'll get back—”

He ends the call, his brow furrowed. You knew he had a concert today. And you should've known to anticipate the call that would come right after, as faithfully as the sun’s rise and fall.

He calls a second time, hoping this was an obstruction of ‘do not disturb’ and nothing more, but is met with the voice message again.

The call of the ocean's depths becomes louder.

As he sits through the automated response, Felix leans against the wall behind him and tilts his head back against the plaster, his gaze moving over the night sky. Then, he hears the beep, and starts to speak.

“Hi, my love. I called, and you didn’t pick up, and I got worried. Is everything alright? Maybe you’re busy, or asleep? Remember to take care of yourself first and foremost—everything else pales in comparison. Everything."

His voice feels far steadier than he feels.

“Ah, I miss you, darling. The concert went super well; the energy was unreal. We have a few hours to explore Tokyo tomorrow before heading to our next stop, and I’m excited as hell, but I wish you could be here more than anything in the world. I haven’t stopped thinking about how much you’ve always wanted to visit this city since we got here—Seungmin even said he'd save his visit to the Pokemon Center for whenever we come back with you. All of us are thinking of you, babe. Me especially. Me hopelessly.

"One day, you and I are gonna travel the world together, responsibilities and schedules be damned, and we'll spend as long as you want wherever you want. As long as I can be next to you. God, I fucking miss you. I said that already, right?”

A short distance away, the building door opens again, and Felix quickly ducks his head out of view, suddenly conscious of his watery eyes and blurring vision.

“I gotta go. I think the members are ready to go back to the hotel. Call me back when you get a chance, okay?”

The next words catch in Felix’s throat, and he has to wince and take a long, shaky breath in order to get them out.

“I love you to the ends of the universe, angel. Share some of your light with the moon tonight, yeah?” He presses a kiss to the receiver. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Bye.”

With that, Felix hangs up, drops his phone into his pocket, and presses both sleeves tightly against his eyes, willing himself to calm down.

No, he thinks, shoulders quivering with the effort, it really never gets easier.

It takes a while for it to strike Felix as odd that it’s still quiet outside; he could’ve sworn that he heard the door open and close, that he should be hearing the tired chatter of his members by now. Apprehensively (obliviously), Felix lifts his face from his hands and turns around.

Chan, so solemn and quiet before, now wears a Cheshire grin that instantly devolves into a breathy laugh when he meets Felix’s eye. Hyunjin stands behind Chan, holding his phone up, evidently filming. Felix’s lips part in confusion, a question forming on the tip of his tongue. There are enough videos of me crying my eyes out on the internet, no?

But then his eyes fall on the person standing in between the two men, their arms piled so high with flower bouquets that their face is almost concealed entirely, and he forgets what he wanted to say; he forgets every language he knows.

“So we were contacted by a fan the other day,” Hyunjin says, beaming. “Kept calling you their boyfriend. Forced us to fly them out to Japan and everything.”

“It'd be real bad if we got the wrong person,” Chan adds, and a stifled laugh comes from behind the petals—one that Felix would recognize in every corner of the world, in every lifetime. “They look familiar?”

The bouquets part, and behind them you appear, cheeks visibly flushed even under the lot’s singular streetlight, smile so bright that it’s turned your eyes to crescent moons.

"Surprise," you say softly.

The empty lot finally erupts into laughter, Chan and Hyunjin no longer able to restrain themselves. Can't believe we pulled this off, they're saying to each other triumphantly, but everyone, everything around Felix vanishes save for the person he adores most in the world, holding more flowers than they should be able to carry, looking at him as if he's made of pure starlight.

And Felix's heart starts kicking upwards, towards the rays of moonlight filtering through the murky water, as fervently as if his life depends on it—and, in this moment, it does.

“Hand 'em over, fool,” Chan says to you. And as you start transferring the heaps of flowers into the leader’s arms, Felix has never moved faster in his life.

In the span of a few seconds, his hand finds the small of your back, and yours the nape of his neck. “Holy fuck,” Felix whispers, and then he’s pulling you against his chest tightly, desperately. There is no word that can describe the way you melt into one another except for destiny, one of your hands curling in his hair and the other running over his shoulder; his face burrowing in the crook of your neck, fingers lacing together against your spine.

His pulse is so loud that he hears it in all directions, in all parts of him. Felix squeezes his eyes shut against the material of your crewneck, his whole body shaking with silent sobs as the overwhelming array of emotions he'd harbored prior finally spills over. And he stops thinking entirely, simply loses himself in all that you are: the smell of your laundry detergent, the sound of your laugh, the feel of your embrace, so secure and warm as if promising him you’ll never let go.

“I love you, Lee Yongbok,” you murmur, the words only for the two of you to hear.

With the sound of his full name, Felix's heart breaks through the ocean's surface at last. Not only that; it performs a triple axel on the shoreline, and it sure as hell doesn’t stick the landing, slipping and sliding and fighting to regain its balance as you continue on.

“Forget the ends of the universe. You are the universe. You are everything that has ever existed and everything that ever will. And I couldn’t bear to be away from my galaxy for a second longer.”

Felix shakes his head from where it remains buried against you, his voice a broken rasp when he answers, “I’m not whole without you, angel. I never will be again.”

“I'm here, baby,” you reply, your hands tightening around his hoodie, among his long locks. “Whether I'm right next to you or on the other side of the world, I'm always with you. And I will be tomorrow, and the day after, and eons from now. That—”

Your lips find the shell of his ear, then his temple.

“—is a promise, my sunlight.”

Chan is standing with bundles of flowers still piled high in his arms, silent tears streaming down his face, and Hyunjin’s expression is contorted into a terribly suppressed weep, his still-recording phone long forgotten in his pocket. They don't have it in them to tell you to get a room. Not right now.

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linopls · 6 months

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kinktober day fifteen

degradation seungmin x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, uses of the word 'slut', unprotected p in v, facial, i could've made it worse than i did but im so soft for seungmin don't come at me. 0.9k words

“you know,” you say softly, swirling the straw of your iced coffee. your boyfriend seungmin is sat across from you in the only decent cafe on campus, sipping his hot latte and typing away on his laptop. “you don��t have to be so nice to me all the time.”

seungmin doesn’t break eye contact from his laptop. “it’s my job to be nice to you. it was in the boyfriend contract or something like that.”

“no, no. i mean like-” you quickly stop yourself, realizing that a conversation like this cannot be held in public.

seungmin’s eyebrows scrunched together and he tilts his head like a puppy when he looks up at you. “say it.”

your eyes wander around the cafe, surveying the amount of people in eavesdropping distance. you stand up from the booth and lean over the table slightly, seungmin leans in to meet you halfway. the sentence you whispered into his ear could’ve made him cum on the spot.

“you don’t have to be so nice to me in bed. i’m not that fragile.”

seungmin leans back in his chair and you swear if he was in a cartoon his eyes would’ve sprung out of his head and his tongue would fall out of his mouth. he stares at you in silence for a couple seconds, mouth agape.

“come on,” he says rather strictly. he closes his laptop and places it into his backpack. “we’re leaving now.”

“what?” you ask, not moving from your seat.

“put your stuff away. we are leaving,” he says through gritted teeth.

you comply quickly, throwing all your belongings into your backpack and following him out the door. seungmin grabs hold of your wrist and walks you back to his apartment, just a couple minutes away from the cafe.

“seung, did i say something wrong?” you’re first to break the silence.

seungmin pushes the elevator button for the fifth floor. “no,” he says softly.

as the elevator dings and the door opens, he’s pulling you by the wrist again into his apartment. before you can set down your bag or remove your shoes, seungmin has you pressed against the door and places sloppy, wet kisses down your neck.

he plants kisses over top of your clothes, in a straight line to your lower stomach. with one swift motion, he pulls your pants down to your ankles. he parts your legs with his hands and takes one of his fingers and swipes it through your folds.

“god, y/n, you’re already soaking and i’ve barely touched you.”

you moan out loudly and seungmin chuckles.

“min, i need you,” you whimper. you grab him by the collar of his shirt.

“desepate today, aren’t we?” he teases. he interlocks his lips with yours and kisses you gently while slowly undoing the tie of his sweats and dropping them to his ankles.

he helps you step out of your pants and motions for you to jump up into his arms. he wraps his arms around you legs and supports you with a firm grip on your ass. he walks you over to the kitchen counter and lines his cock up with your entrance.

“beg for it,” he commands and the words immediately start pouring from your mouth.

“please seungmin, i need you so badly. please.”

he slams his cock into your soaking wet hole and you wince at the stretch.

“oh come on, you can take it. you do it all the time, it’s no different,” he coos in your ear. something about his words send shivers down your spine. he’s never spoken to you like this before, its so out of character and that makes it a million times more errotic.

you wrap your legs around his waist as he continues to thrust into you with no mercy. your nails claw at his back and you bite down on his shoulder to muffle the parade of noises coming from your mouth.

“finally quieting yourself? don’t want my roommates to hear you, do you?”

your eyes widen. you had completely forgotten that he lives with two other guys and that they might be home and could hear you both out from their rooms.

“gone completely quiet now? ashamed of how easy and slutty you are that you’ll let me fuck you in my kitchen where any one of my friends could see you?”

the sound you make is a moan you’ve never made before. you clench hard around seungmin’s cock and whine profusely as he moves one of his hands to your clit.

“seung, close,” you moan into the crook of his neck.

“so close so quick?” seungmin purrs. “damn, you are so easy.”

“cumming,” you cry as you feel your cunt pulsing around his cock.

“fuckin’ slut,” he grunts as he thrusts into you, harsh and quick. you whine as seungmin continues to overstimulate you while he brings himself closer to his own release.

“get on the ground,” he spits, pulling his thick and angry cock from your hole.

you quickly climb off the counter and place yourself on your knees in front of him. he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and places the tip on your mouth.

“open your mouth, slut,” he says, jerking his cock with a tight fist. with a couple of pumps, he sprays his release all over your face, most of it landing in your mouth but some on your cheeks and dripping down your chin.

he grabs you by the chin and helps you stand on your feet. he presses his lips to yours, harshly and passionately, and backs you against the counter again.

“i know you can take me again, slut,” he says, lips against yours. “let’s go back to my room, i have something i want to try this time.”

pov im so sorry about how late this is.

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billskeis · 4 months

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ᡣ𐭩 bill and his tank tops

you look at bill who you lead into the bedroom. closing the door behind you, you press a small but sweet kiss onto his lips that leave him smiling. “what’s up schatzi?” he asks, his cheeks are a rosy pink as he stares at you.

“you’re just so breathtaking, bill—like i can’t get enough of this look!”

laughing, he tilts his head, “where’s this coming from?” “i mean, come on, bill.. are you kidding? like you’re beautiful everyday but this hair.. it’s driving me crazy..” you stare at bill as he averts eye contact, clearly, you’re making him embarrassed by the unexpected compliments tonight.

but it’s true. for their new era, bill decided to get dreadlocks. tom says that he’s copying him but each of their hair looks totally and completely different despite following the same concept.

now don’t get it twisted, tom’s dreads were sick as fuck. but on bill?

it just unleashed this sort of sex appeal that cannot be explained, yet it suits him just right.

on top of that, for their humanoid era, bill’s fashion has been incredibly taunting. and it’s not just any piece of clothing, it’s the tank tops. let it be tight to show off his small waist and a little bit of bicep to prove he does a little work out on the side, it was sensual, and when you first witnessed it,

you swear gears started to turn in your head.

it didn’t pique your interest until one of the tank tops that bill wore was wayy more loose on him. slipping off his shoulder, “sorry meine liebe.. i just need to grab something,” as the strap of the tank top falls even lower, you peek through an opening to reveal his bare chest. he might as well have not worn anything today because he’s dressing like a total slut.

the little buds taunting you, as if they were trying to tease you on purpose. was he doing this to get at you or did he just completely not know..?

licking your lips, you rub your hands on bill’s shoulders, “can.. can i try something..?” bill’s eyes widen. the two of you weren’t really experimental in bed. your vanilla lifestyle had kept the two of you satisfied and never really branches out to the dark sides of intimacy.

until tonight.

“mmhm!” bill sounds excited, he himself wasn’t really the expert as mentioned, but would be willing to do and go through anything and everything if it was with you. you sit bill down on the bed. following after you swiftly take off the tank top that he was wearing off his torso.

a sharp inhale, as you looked at bill in all his glory. your eyes analyzed his body, he had also gotten a new tattoo that laid upon the side of his ribcage, it took four hours, and it was totally worth it because it was hot as fuck.

and you were the only one who could see it.

bill’s arms come up to hug his body in embarrassment, “y/n.. you’re staring s’much..” “sorry bill, can’t help it, my beautiful boyfriend is soooo hot..” you bring your hands to hold his arms that still wrap around his body. “now let me see you more? ja?”

he could only oblige when you lift away his arms with no trouble. placing each arm down to his side, you slide your hands up and down his chest, tickling him. “what’re you doing..?” bill’s chest heaves slightly, getting a little bit ticklish to the sensations of your hands moving across his body.

“just a little sumthin’” you stop your hands above his nipples. they’re so tiny. so tiny and so cute. standing above bill in front of him, all he could do was look up at you and bite his lip in anticipation.

you bring your fingers to circle around the muscle. just curious, into seeing how he would react. you would circle the pads of your fingers awfully slow, looking down at his chest and back up at his face.

twisted in confusion, bill didn’t know how to react. it was ticklish, uncomfortable. but some part of it brought upon pleasure, as you continued to move your hands across his chest the way you like, he could feel his pants becoming a tad bit tighter.

“you okay bill..?” “y-yeah.. feel s’weird, but i like it..” you come to sit and straddle his lap, kissing his lips and bringing your hands to run you fingers through his hair, “would you like me to continue?” bill just nods and looks back down shyly.

you grip onto his hair to make him look at you once more, “billy.. i need you to use your words,” “y-yes please..” “very well.” hands upon his chest, you fondle the tissue under your fingers while bringing his mouth to yours yet again.

you lick at his lips to ask permission, mouth slightly agape you take this as a sign and slip the muscle into his mouth.

bill didn’t even attempt to fight for dominance, tonight, he was gonna let you take over.

as your mouths entangle one another, you feel bill’s tongue piercing and run your tongue across it. while doing so, you thought to take it up a notch elsewhere and pinched his nipples.

“mm!” bill moans into the kiss, “feels good hm?” as you speak into the kiss. bill would just whine and essentially started to grind his hips onto yours after realizing you fully sat on top of him.

you lay bill down onto the soft mattress, legs hanging off of the bed as you still sat on him. trailing kisses down his body, you stop at his chest. “can i continue..?” “i need you to continue..” bill spoke with a breathy voice, he was needy, and was reallyyy into whatever you’re doing.

guiding your mouth towards one nipple, you take a lick and look up at bill’s face who’s eyes are squeezed shut and mouth agape. you further nip at the left bud while rolling the right between your index and thumb finger, almost pinching it.

switching from doing that, you suck on the skin around his nipples that cover his chest, leaving many hickeys. the both of you not caring where, just as long as they’re there.

you continue this stimulation until you feel bill shake under you. your body jolts up and looks down at bill. “bill! a-are you okay??”

his chest rises up and down, hard. arms raised above his head as he attempts to hide his face between that and the bed. his nipples were puffy and more swollen. the once small buds were now a tad bit larger than before, and you somehow made a ring of hickeys around his left nipple. the purple and blue discolouration decorating his pale skin, some of them following up his neck.

he’s a total and utter wreck.

not to mention, you look behind you as you feel a certain grinding at your butt and a wet spot that has developed on his jeans particularly near his crotch.

did he, did bill come by just having his nipples touched?

you laugh and giggle, bill playfully hits your chest, “you came!” “i-i know! god, so embarrassing..” “didn’t know my boyfriend was so sensitive,” “it felt really good.. i have to admit.” bill then brings your hand to unzip his jeans.

“now, let’s worry about this problem down here.”

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taytjiefourie · 1 year

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Show Don't Tell: Anger

Greetings, lovely people! It's great to be back with another post in my 'Show Don't Tell' series! I hope you've all been doing well. Without further ado, let's dive right into today's topic: anger.

Anger is a powerful and complex emotion that can manifest in many ways. It can range from a mild irritation to a full-blown rage, and can be triggered by a variety of factors, including frustration, injustice, or hurt. While it's natural to want to avoid anger in our personal lives, it can actually be a useful tool when it comes to creative writing.

When it comes to writing, anger can add depth and complexity to characters and their interactions. By showing a character's anger, we can reveal their motivations, values, and flaws, and create a more dynamic and realistic portrayal of human emotion. Additionally, anger can create tension and conflict in a story, driving the plot forward and keeping readers engaged.

But hey, I'm not here to talk about the nitty-gritty of anger. I'm here to help you learn how to effectively show your character's anger in your writing! So let's dive right in, starting with the powerful tool of body language.

Clenched fists

Tightly crossed arms

Stiff or rigid posture

Facial expressions like frowning, scowling, or furrowing their brows

Pacing or restlessness

Grinding teeth or jaw clenching

Aggressive gestures like pointing or shaking a finger

Staring or glaring

Raised voice or shouting

Heavy breathing or sighing

Pounding a fist on a surface

Tightened or bulging neck muscles

Sweating or flushed skin

Looking away or avoiding eye contact

Physical violence, such as hitting or throwing objects

Tensing or flexing muscles

Clenching or unclenching fists repeatedly

Baring teeth or showing a snarl

Raising eyebrows or narrowing eyes

Rolling eyes or making sarcastic facial expressions

Biting or chewing on their lips

Tapping their foot or fingers impatiently

Leaning in aggressively or invading personal space

Hunching over or making themselves appear smaller

Using a monotone or clipped tone of voice

Holding their breath or exhaling loudly

Clapping hands sarcastically or making dismissive hand gestures

Making fists and shaking them at someone

Puffing up their chest or standing tall to appear more imposing

Stomping their feet or making loud footsteps.

Scrunching their nose or flaring nostrils

Puckering or twisting their mouth

Tugging or pulling at their hair or clothing

Crossing or uncrossing their legs or ankles abruptly

Bending or clenching their toes or curling their toes tightly

Bouncing or tapping their knee rapidly

Grinding or rubbing their hands together

Picking at their nails or skin

Covering their face or eyes with their hands

Throwing their head back in frustration or exasperation.

Raising or lowering their voice

Slamming things down too hard that they are carrying.

Pursing their lips and nodding.

Running their tongue on the inside of their cheek.

Stalking instead of walking

Scratching their head or neck vigorously

Pulling or tugging at their ears

Biting their tongue or inside of their cheek

Flinching or tensing up when someone approaches them

Nodding their head sharply or repeatedly

Squeezing or gripping an object tightly, such as a pen or a phone

Slamming doors or drawers

Puffing out their cheeks or blowing air out forcefully

Fidgeting or shifting their weight from foot to foot

Raising one or both eyebrows in surprise or anger.

Shrugging off someone's touch or pushing them away

Curling their lips or sneering

Tilting their head back and closing their eyes

Scrunching up their face in disgust or disapproval

Stomping their foot or kicking an object

Folding their arms tightly across their chest

Clutching their stomach or chest

Rubbing their hands together quickly

Stiffening their body or freezing in place

Turning their back on someone or walking away abruptly.

Making a fist and pressing it into their other hand

Running a hand through their hair in frustration

Holding their hand to their forehead or temple

Biting their lower lip or the inside of their cheek

Tensing their jaw and grinding their teeth

Clenching their fists behind their back or in their pockets

Tugging at their collar or tie

Staring daggers or giving someone a withering look

Curling their toes or flexing their feet

Drumming their fingers or tapping their nails on a surface.

Covering their mouth with their hand and closing their eyes.

Scratching or rubbing the back of their neck

Rubbing their eyes or face vigorously

Putting their hands on their hips and leaning forward

Standing up abruptly or pacing back and forth

Pushing a chair or other object out of the way

Clapping their hands sharply or slamming them on a surface

Breathing heavily or audibly

Hunching their shoulders or shrugging in frustration

There are so many ways to bring your character's anger to life in your writing, and your readers will feel it in their bones! Body language is just one tool in your arsenal, but there are plenty of others to explore. Next up, let's talk about sensory details. While there may be some overlap with body language, there are also unique ways to use sensory details to convey anger.

Sensory details are all about bringing your reader into your character's experience by describing what they feel, see, hear, taste, and smell. But it's not just about surface-level sensations; it's about capturing what your character feels on the inside too. Think about the way anger might make your character's heart race or their vision narrow, or the way it might leave a sour taste in their mouth or make them hyper-aware of certain smells.

Clenched teeth or jaw

Rapid heartbeat or pounding in the chest

Flushed or reddened face

Sweating or clammy skin

Heavy breathing or panting

Muscles tensing or knotting up

Twitching or trembling limbs

Ringing in the ears or muffled sounds

Vision tunneling or blurring

Sensitivity to light or sound

Tingling or numbness in the fingers or toes

Pounding or throbbing headache

Dry mouth or tightness in the throat

Stomach churning or nausea

Tingling or itching sensation on the skin

Increased sensitivity to smells or tastes

Loss of appetite or overeating

Difficulty concentrating or focusing

Racing thoughts or an inability to think straight

Feeling dizzy or lightheaded.

Tense or stiff neck and shoulders

Clammy or shaking hands

Uncontrollable shaking or shivering

Rapid speech or stuttering

Breathy or strained voice

High-pitched or shrill tone

Swelling or throbbing veins

Rapid blinking or eye twitching

Heavy or labored sighs

Chills or goosebumps

Rapid or irregular heartbeat

Flushed or blotchy skin

Pacing or restless movements

Increased energy or restlessness

Headache or pressure in the temples

Chest tightness or discomfort

Dry or sweaty palms

Fidgeting or tapping feet or fingers

Frowning or scowling

Clenching or grinding teeth.

Action is the next layer in showing your character's anger. It's all about capturing the choices they make and the way they interact with their surroundings and other characters while feeling that intense emotion. Maybe they lash out and say things they regret later, or they bottle up their anger and internalize it until it explodes. Maybe they turn to self-destructive behaviors like substance abuse or reckless driving, or they channel their anger into a creative outlet like writing or painting. Whatever actions your character takes, they can reveal a lot about their personality, values, and motivations, and help your readers connect with them on a deeper level.

Yelling or screaming

Throwing objects or slamming doors

Punching or hitting walls

Physically attacking someone

Storming out of a room or location

Refusing to engage in conversation

Passive-aggressive behavior

Giving the silent treatment

Ignoring or avoiding the source of their anger

Interrupting others or talking over them

Criticizing or belittling others

Blaming others for their problems

Making sarcastic or cutting remarks

Engaging in risky behavior or taking unnecessary risks

Excessive drinking or drug use

Engaging in self-harm or other destructive behaviors

Seeking revenge or planning retaliation

Seeking control or power over others

Using manipulation or coercion to get what they want

Betraying or sabotaging others

Withholding affection or love

Sarcasm

Eye-rolling

Mocking or imitating others

Giving ultimatums

Exaggerating or lying about their feelings or experiences

Making threats

Refusing to compromise

Refusing to listen or hear other perspectives.

Getting physically tense or rigid

Clenching their fists or teeth

Biting their nails or lips

Fidgeting or tapping their foot

Pacing back and forth

Making abrupt or sudden movements

Staring or glaring at someone

Crossing their arms or legs defensively

Scratching or rubbing their skin

Crying or showing signs of distress

Withdrawal or isolation from others

Demanding attention or validation from others

Disrupting the peace or harmony in a space or environment

Refusing to follow rules or guidelines

Engaging in arguments or fights with others

Becoming overly competitive or aggressive in their pursuits

Ignoring advice or guidance from others

Showing a lack of empathy or compassion towards others

Being overly critical or nitpicky

Refusing to apologize or take responsibility for their actions.

Exhibiting physical symptoms like sweating or shaking

Making demands or issuing commands to others

Engaging in reckless or dangerous behavior

Becoming overly defensive or argumentative

Engaging in self-destructive behavior or self-sabotage

Refusing to acknowledge or address the source of their anger

Blaming themselves for problems that are not their fault

Seeking out conflict or confrontation with others

Using passive-aggressive behavior to communicate their anger

Engaging in obsessive or compulsive behaviors

Struggling to focus or concentrate due to their anger

Engaging in self-soothing behaviors like rocking or pacing

Using humor to mask or downplay their anger

Becoming distant or disengaged from others.

Now, let's talk about setting. It's not just where your characters are, but how they react to it. This means the environment can be used to show off their anger or even help readers understand why they are feeling angry.

Secluding themselves in a quiet, isolated part of the environment

Moving quickly and aggressively through the environment

Becoming agitated or restless in a peaceful or serene environment

Ignoring or avoiding other characters in the environment

Intentionally damaging the environment or objects within it

Distancing themselves from others or backing away from objects in the environment

Taking actions that disrupt the peace or harmony of the environment, such as slamming doors or turning over tables

Focusing on negative aspects of the environment, such as dirt or clutter, and feeling anger towards those elements

Becoming fixated on a particular aspect of the environment and feeling anger towards anyone who interferes with it.

Avoiding eye contact with others in the environment

Making sarcastic or biting comments about the environment

Displaying impatience or frustration with slow-moving objects or people in the environment

Purposefully choosing a more hostile or uncomfortable location to match their angry emotional state

Remember how a bright, sunny day with chirping birds and fresh flowers can instantly put you in a happy mood? Well, the same goes for the location in your story. Even without a character present, scenery can influence the way readers perceive the mood. So, when it comes to anger, the location can be used to set the tone just as much as the character's actions and emotions.

Weather: Dark clouds, lightning, thunder, and heavy rain can create an ominous and angry atmosphere.

Time of Day: Nighttime or sunset can create a moody and angry atmosphere.

Location: A rundown or dangerous part of town can create a sense of anger or unease.

Objects: Broken or destroyed objects can indicate a character's anger and frustration.

Colors: Dark or vibrant colors like red or black can be used to create a sense of anger.

Noises: Loud, jarring noises like alarms or sirens can create a sense of anger and urgency.

Crowds: A crowded or noisy environment can be used to create feelings of anger or irritation.

Architecture: Cold or sterile environments like hospitals or government buildings can create a sense of anger and frustration.

Nature: A barren or lifeless landscape can create a sense of anger or despair.

Animals: Aggressive or hostile animals can be used to create a sense of danger and anger.

Now, let's talk about dialogue. There's nothing quite like a character yelling and cussing up a storm to show their anger, right? It's one of the most powerful ways to convey intense emotions through words. So, buckle up and get ready to explore the ways in which dialogue can be used to show anger in your writing!

Cursing and using expletives

Speaking loudly and aggressively

Interrupting others and speaking over them

Using sarcastic or mocking tones

Making threats or using violent language

Using short, sharp sentences or phrases

Speaking through gritted teeth or a clenched jaw

Insulting or belittling others

Using repetitive or redundant language

Refusing to engage in conversation or responding with silence.

Using rhetorical questions that are meant to convey frustration

Interrupting themselves mid-sentence with a burst of anger

Repeating a particular phrase or word to emphasize their anger

Using a dismissive tone to indicate irritation or impatience

Speaking with a tone that is icy or cold

Using a monotone voice to convey anger and frustration

Resorting to name-calling or insults

Being defensive or argumentative in their responses

Speaking rapidly and stumbling over their words in their anger

Using a confrontational or challenging tone to express anger.

And what comes after all of that? Well, my dear friend, when you've exhausted their words, body language, senses, and actions, what's left? That's when you dive into their mind and explore their point of view. You can write about their thoughts and inner dialogue to really capture the depth of their anger.

Negative thoughts about others or the situation

Self-criticism and frustration

Dwelling on past events that caused the anger

Increased cynicism and pessimism

A desire for revenge or justice

Difficulty concentrating or focusing on tasks

Racing or intrusive thoughts

A feeling of being overwhelmed or out of control

A sense of injustice or unfair treatment

Blaming others or external circumstances for their anger

Now we come to the last item on our list - metaphors and analogies. They are frequently used in writing to create colorful and vivid descriptions, and can also effectively convey a character's anger. However, it's important to be careful with their use, as readers can become annoyed if they are overused.

"Her anger burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path."

"He felt like a coiled snake, ready to strike at any moment."

"Her anger was a thunderstorm, building and brewing until it finally erupted."

"His anger was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any second."

"She felt like a volcano, with her anger bubbling just below the surface."

"His anger was a raging river, with powerful currents and dangerous undertows."

"She felt like a caged animal, trapped and helpless in her anger."

"His anger was a sharp sword, cutting through everything in its way."

"She felt like a stormy sea, with her anger churning like the waves."

"His anger was a blazing inferno, burning everything in its wake."

"His anger boiled like lava in a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment."

"Her words sliced through me like a knife, leaving me raw and bleeding with anger."

"He was a ticking time bomb, just waiting to explode with fury."

"Her temper was a wildfire, spreading quickly and uncontrollably."

"His rage was a storm, brewing and building until it unleashed with a violent outburst."

"She was a snake, coiled and ready to strike with venomous anger."

"His fury was a thunderous roar, shaking the very foundations of the earth."

"Her temper was a beast, wild and untamed, impossible to control."

"His anger was a whirlpool, pulling me down into its dark depths."

"She was a volcano, her anger a fiery eruption that left nothing but destruction in its wake."

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lunarmoves · 9 months

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your couch pillows are missing.

you noticed practically immediately after stepping foot into the living room, hair still damp from the shower you'd taken not too long ago. your couch looks so bare without them—a skeleton of the fluffy, comfortable glory it used to be. you find yourself frowning as you walk up to it and place your hands on your hips in suspicion. you're sure they were there before you'd taken your shower.

"hey sun?" you call out, knowing he's somewhere around your apartment doing who-knows-what. tidying, probably. he'll hear you no matter how far away he is. "where are the couch pillows?"

you don't have to wait long to get a response. "what did you say, dearest?" his voice calls back merrily from the kitchen. you hear some shuffling that gets a bit louder, coming from the open archway to your right. one of your eyebrows raises at his words, but you oblige and repeat yourself.

"i said, where are the couch pillows??" you say louder, then look up when a tall figure suddenly steps into your line of sight. you bite your lip to hold back an abrupt, sharp laugh.

"whatever do you mean?" sun asks innocently as he shuffles into the living room. grey sweats long enough to cover his lanky legs and an orange hoodie neatly cover his body. his arms are stuck out slightly at his sides as he waddles closer to you.

you eye his torso—the strange lumps that it consists of that you know had not been there before. "i think you know exactly what i mean."

"we don't," sun responds with all the sweetness of an angel. "care to enlighten us?"

you roll your eyes and take the two steps towards him until you're standing right in front of him. you have to crane your head back to be able to look up at his faceplate, making direct eye contact with pale, white eyes as you reach a hand out to poke at one of the lumps. your finger sinks into it.

sun lets out a gasp and gently swats your finger away. "rude!"

you finally let out that laugh you've been holding back. sun's rays do a delighted little spin around his head at it. "uh huh. say, what's that you've got under your hoodie?"

"i'm afraid i don't know what you're talking about," sun tells you, crossing his arms over his chest as best as he can. he feigns an indignant look. "there isn't anything under my hoodie apart from little ol' me!"

"suuure," you say, unconvinced. after watching him for a careful moment—exaggerating your observation with loud 'hm's and 'huh's, finger tapping at your chin—you eventually hold out your arms widely at your sides. an innocuous look plasters itself across your face. "can i have a hug?"

sun practically leaps in joy, white eyes upturning. "we thought you'd never ask!"

you're immediately scooped up into eager arms, your entire body pressed against the soft plushness of his torso as he swings you around and around. you laugh loudly and hold onto him for dear life, feeling the way his hands and arms have carefully wrapped themselves around your back. you can hear the gentle whirr of his servos and a steady click-click-click that you know is from his rays spinning about. a fuzzy feeling ignites itself in your belly that grows warmly with each passing minute.

you're dizzy and rumpled when he finally sets you down after what feels like hours, and you have just enough awareness in you to reach a sneaky hand under his hoodie to pull one of your missing couch pillows free.

sun immediately squawks and covers himself with his hands. his grin is wide, offended tilt to his voice as he says "why i never! at least take a robot out to dinner first!"

you smirk at him and hold the pillow up as though to say gotcha! "we have dinner together practically every night. admit it, the jig is up!"

sun cocks his head at you, then lets out the most dramatic sigh you've ever heard. one of his hands raises to press the back of it against his forehead. "alas, i am no match for you, my love. but! in my defense— it was moon's idea."

you let out a snort when one of his arms twitches in offense. "somehow i doubt that."

sun chuckles and gives your head a little pat. it makes you grin lopsidedly up at him. "yes, yes, too smart for your own good."

"what spurred this on anyways?" you ask as you toss the pillow in your hold back onto the couch. "feeling silly goofy tonight? hm?"

sun shrugs and reaches under his hoodie to pull the remaining pillows free. he makes haste to organize them properly on your couch—including the one you'd haphazardly tossed atop it. whoops. "i suppose! just wanted to add in some more comfort to our hugs! robots aren't exactly squeezable material, you know."

you pause and find yourself staring at the back of his head, gaze softening at his quiet admission. "aw bud, you're plenty squeezable, don't worry!"

"if you say so!" sun hums and spins around once he's done nitpicking your couch to his metal heart's desire.

"hey! none of that!" you wag a finger at him, and after a moment, spread your arms out wide again, bracing yourself for the incoming onslaught. sun perks up, looking at you with a steadily widening smile. "come on, i'll prove it!"

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 2 months

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Monster

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: Astarion being a sad boy, angsty af, good ending, he really do be going through it

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You stirred at the sound of glass shattering not far from your tent. You got up, grabbing a dagger before leaving your tent to investigate. You heard pieces of glass clink together the closer you edge towards the center of camp. You head to your lovers tent first to ensure his safety. “Astarion?” you whispered.

You heard glass moving and sniffles before you made your way in. “Get out…” he mumbled.

You dropped your dagger, gathering the large pieces of glass. Astarion had a few small cuts on his legs and his right knuckles were bleeding.

“I said get out!” he growled.

You moved the glass away from him before crawling to his side. He refused to look up at you . You held his cheek gently, tilting his head up. Finally his eyes met yours. They held tears but the emotion in them was anger. You took his hand quickly, healing him before asking, “My love, what’s the matter?”

“I am a monster.” he said with a strain in his voice.

Your eyes widened slightly. You looked between him and the shattered mirror sat across from him. “I don’t see any monsters here. Are you sure?”

Astarion scoffed, “Don’t mock me.” he tugged his hand out of your hold.

You shifted to sit in front of him, “I would never. Why do you think you are a monster?” you asked.

“Look at me!” He yelled, “I’m an abomination! Cazador took everything from me and made me something else… something evil.”

“Do you know what I see?” you asked him in a whisper.

His eyes searched yours, waiting for your answer.

“I see the most beautiful, divine creature I have ever had the privilege to behold.” You scooted onto his lap, straddling him. “These delicate white curls, these plush lips, the sharpest ruby eyes…” you went on, tracing his features in a low voice.

Astarion shuddered at your touch. Feeling you trace his face before moving over his sensitive ears, he suppressed a moan.

You tugged gently at the strings on the front of his shirt. You nipped his earlobe before suckling down his neck, leaving little licks and bites in your path. “This sweet, ivory skin that is so decadent… I can never get my fill.” you mumbled out as you traveled down his chest.

You tugged his shirt off him, making eye contact to ensure this was alright. He nodded ever so slightly, his eyes hazy with lust. You kissed over his broad chest, savoring the salty tinge of sweat that was building up. He felt feverish at your soft touches, a trembling mess as you teased him. “These scars…” you say as you gently trace a few of his scars that curve around the side of his waist. “You carry them with honor, you do not let them define or limit you…” you kissed them softly before starting to unfasten his pants.

You tore your shirt open, listening to the buttons scatter as you exposed your chest to him. You shimmied the top off before leaning forward. Astarion latched onto your nipple in his love drunk trance. He suckled at you fervently while rolling your opposite nipple between his fingers. You held the back of his head while you threw your head back. He kissed over your chest lazily. “You always know what to do to me…” you kissed his cheeks.

You guided yourself onto his thigh, adding just the right pressure to make you shudder from the stimulation. He held your hips but his grip faltered when you grabbed his cock. You smoothed your thumb over his tip, spreading his sticky precum. “This cock that pleases me in every way possible.” you whispered as you slowly started to grind against him as you started tugging him off.

Astarion gripped your hips as he helped guide you as you rode his thigh. Adding just a tad more pressure that made you dizzy. “These hands, they hold me tight and keep me safe.”

You moved off his thigh, sinking down on him completely. Both of you moaned deeply, Astarion’s voice coming out as a growl. “Fuck.” he repeated over and over as he felt you around him.

“This man that loves me completely… how could he possibly be a monster.” you say as you find your rhythm.

“I… I…” Astarion tried to fight back, tried to find a negative within himself. But he couldn’t. The pleasure mixed with the praise was driving him mad.

You bounced on him, ignoring the fire in your knees. You were close and from what you could feel, so was he. You stilled around him, panting heavily as your climax hit you. You bit into his shoulder to avoid crying out and waking the others.

Astarion hissed at the contact but didn’t pull away. Watching your face contort in pleasure was enough to send him. He mouthed over your chest sloppily until he came back down.

“You are not a monster. You are Astarion Ancunin of Baldur’s Gate. You are a devilishly handsome elf rogue. But most importantly, you are mine as I am yours. I love you.” you said before hugging him tightly.

He held you back, your sweat slicked bodies clinging to one another. “I love you… thank you, for everything…” he placed kisses to the inside of your neck before you let out a giggle, pulling away swiftly as he had tickled you. He nipped at you playfully before stealing several more kisses.

“Now - lay down and relax. We need to sleep if we are to enter the House of Hope tomorrow.” you nestled back against him, snuggling into his side.

“Think the devil has anything good to steal?” he asked with a yawn before he cuddled himself into you, kissing the top of your head.

“Of course! What kind of devil would he be if he didn’t?” you muttered kissing his chest before finally letting sleep overtake you once more that night.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello all! Hope you enjoy! I work an overnight this week so I will def have one more fic out this week and possibly another this weekend if the mood takes me. I hope you are all doing well <3 Thanks for everything, talk soon! XOXOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!!!

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