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mintmatcha · 6 months

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MONSTER FUCKING

Fandom: Dungeons and Dragons

The night continues with Obsidian.

cw: cisfem reader, feminine nicknames, female receiving oral, OC x reader, monster fucking, a TINY BIT OF DUBCON, overstimulation

PART TWO OF TWO (Part one: here)

a/n: again, big thanks to @saetyrn9 and @tyga-lily <3

He doesn’t return until the fire is burnt low, nothing but embers. His figure is nothing but a silhouette against the hall light as he creeps, doing his best to move silently around the room. His dirty clothes are replaced by the sheerest of shirts and pants, thin enough that even in the low light you can see how his scales shimmer in hue, purple and green where the firelight touches. Every now and again he throws a glance towards you, tucked neatly on your side of the bed, and then sighs, low and forlorn.

It feels wrong to watch him while he thinks you’re asleep. Even alone, he makes his movements so small, crouching to take up little space as he fiddles about, oiling his scales and the other mundane things he has to do before sleep. It hits you that he might be insecure about the space he takes up.

The world is not kind. It is tragedies and maladies, injustice and inhumanities. Tensions are always simmering under the surface, chaos always threatening to boil over. Horrible, awful things plague this world and not a single person is left untouched or unchanged.

Through all of that, Obsidian somehow remained gentle. That’s what you admire most of him- the softness he carries himself with. There’s a bitter edge that clings to you, a callus that won’t come off of your palms. He treats you well anyway, despite it all.

“You never got to ask your questions,” you say, voice only just louder than the last licks of fire.

Obi starts at the sound of your voice, then his shoulders soften. He drags himself to the edge of the bed, hands folded politely in front of him like a scolded child. He smells faintly of lemon and soap: soft, sour, and refreshing.

“Why are you still awake?” he whispers, affection honey sweet in his tone. He reaches to grab your ankle, then hesitates before dropping back to his side. “My curiosities can wait for another day.”

The night air is cool against your cheeks and the sheets are not thick enough. Obi, in all his emotional and physical warmth, is just out of reach. When you extend an arm for him, he doesn't meet you at first, hemming about like a child. It’s goofy, for such a grown man to seem so shy- you have to bite your lip to hold your smile back.

Instead of waiting for him, you peel back the sheets and crawl to him. It’s impolite and unladylike, but it earns you a smile from him and an outstretched hand. This time, he doesn’t pull away when your fingers loop with his, instead closing tight.

“I’m sorry Kiri said all that.”

“You don’t have to apologize for her behavior,” he says, eyes never leaving the spot he’s chosen at the end of the bed, “I heard how you… scolded her.”

The innkeeper had threatened to kick you all out after the way you berated the poor girl, screaming in the hallway in just your nightgown, but the elf had deserved it. She’s barely older than a teenager in elf years, you remind yourself, but that isn’t an excuse for bad behavior.

Tomorrow, when the sun is up and emotions aren’t high, you’re sure the group will discuss it all, but for tonight, you want to tend to Obi’s wounds.

“Was I too harsh?” You trail a thumb across the back of his hand. Knees on the mattress, he’s still much taller than you, able to rest his chin on your head if he wanted.

“Too harsh? No,” The hint of amusement you’ve come to love is back in his voice, “Too loud? Debatable.”

Imitating you, he drags his thumb back and forth in comfort, the rounded nail grazing against your skin. Finally, he meets your eye, the green piercing even in the night. The feeling of want is thick, slowing every breath as if your ribs are stuffed with molasses, and all you can think is that you hope he feels this too-- hope he wants this too.“I appreciate you standing up for my honor.”

“Always,” you say. A heat drips into your core as you realize his claws are trimmed and rounded-- just for you. “Anything for you.”

You rest a hand against his chest and wait in the silence, savoring the luxuriant feelings that fills your throat: want and need and desire and greed and contentment and bliss-- all a muddle you can’t swallow again, filling you, but also leaving you with a hunger that can’t be sated.

“You should rest,” he says as he slides his arms around you, grabbing handfuls of cloth.

“Ask your questions first.”

Verdant eyes flicker down, marked by his chittering. It’s like a purr, you realize-- a sound of pure contentment. Feline is the way he moves, elegant and fluid.

“Does it really feel good-” His knuckle drags down your chest and hints over the apex of your breast, “When these are touched?”

He hesitates there, a breath away from you, wondering, hoping. The air crackles a bit wilder with magic for a moment- a response to his excitement.

“Obi,” You loop a finger under the strap of your nightgown and guide it off of your shoulder, pushing the neckline dangerously low. “Do you like my tits?”

“You should know that it’s very cheeky to answer my question with a question,” he leans forward and bumps his head against yours, nuzzling ever so slightly The ridges and tiny horns ruffle your hair and all you can do is giggle and squirm into it, bumping your noses together. His touch has wandered dangerously low, cupping under your ass and lifting you into him.

Then, he sobers, voice lower than ever.

“Yes.” He takes the satin edge between his fingers and delicately, carefully, lovingly moves the other strap down the other shoulder, guiding it until your breasts fall free. Obi swallows thickly, then runs his tongue across the upper ridge of his teeth as he takes in everything about you. “I like them very much.”

His nose is textured against your skin, grooved yet smooth against your clavicle. Each breath is released so slowly that it blooms with heat, crawling across your chest as he moves down, loving every inch above your breasts. The journey is marked with kisses and nips, the lightest touch of his teeth. The way he reveres the boring parts of you makes your heart flitter and, by the time he’s sucking a bruise into the fat of your tit, your body is trembling for him too.

“I didn’t realize they were so…” Teeth sink into your tit, testing the give. The other is cupped by his wide palm, lifting it into the side of his muzzle. “Malleable.”

When he opens his jaw again, wider this time, it’s marked with the click and suck of wet. Strands of spit string together for a fleeting moment, following his panting tongue.

Oh, he’s no longer feline. He’s closer to a dog, feral and drooling for you.

The rough edge of his tongue dragging against your nipple rips a gasp from you, but it only serves as a siren’s call. His body presses into yours, folding your legs back and forcing you back into the down of the bed. The sheets crunch under you as you’re moved by the force of the way he indulges. You should scold him or warn him of the way you’ll bruise in the morning, but a heat consumes every aspect of you, robbing you of any thought. The scorch of his mouth, the delicious drip of spit trickling down your ribcage, the ambient heat that’s simply him- it all ignites that pulling, twist, blazing heat in your core, a fever you can’t sweat out.

Obi pulls away just enough to look at you through slitted eyes.

“My fawn,” he purrs, “Now you are being too loud.”

His hand grips your side hard enough that even the trimmed edge aches.

“People are going to hear you,” he continues, tongue dragging down the sweat touched valley between your breasts, “They’re going to know you’re being bedded by some beast."

That makes your stomach flip, then flip again, tying your insides into a sickly knot. Your hands find the ridge of his horns on their own. Their length is surprisingly long for his age, more than enough for you to tug and stop his descent. Obi glances up at you, giving you the reprieve you need. Both of you lay there, breathing in sync.

"Don’t say things like that," you say once you've caught yourself, "I don't like that. You're not…"

Lemon oil, mixed with the pressing of some sort of shrub nut- that's what he oils his scales with. It makes his skin so soft and makes the air always marked with him.

"You're not some beast." You rub a thumb down the ridges of his horn, "You're my prince."

The words feel so corny coming out of your mouth. You're no wordsmith, unlike him, but you can see the statement physically hit. At first, he just slightly draws back, then his eyes go wide before becoming intensely soft. Then, he curls in, tucked his chin and resting his forehead against your collarbone.

"Oh," he says, voice on the brink of laughter, "Oh, my fawn, my princess--"

He squeezes your hips again. "You're going to shatter my heart one day, aren't you?"

Before you can respond, he's kissing you for real. It's different from anything else you've experienced with humans and elves; his mouth is different, firm lips unable to fully pucker. The feeling is strange, with too much teeth and pressure,but so, so, welcome.

Obi must enjoy it too; he shifts and writhes, finding his place between your awaiting thighs. You can feel how he grinds into the mattress, strokes long and slow and rough, searching for any sort of pressure. You want to touch him again-- no, need to. You need to see his cock for real this time, coax it out of his body for you to ride.

Another tug on his horns pauses him.

"Stop, just for a second," you say. He obeys, pulling back fully, and you untangle yourself from him.

"Are you alright?" Obi says, a tad dejected, "We can stop-"

You wriggle out of your slip and clumsily push it to the foot of the bed with your feet. A sliver of doubt wrangles its way into your thoughts; even in the dim, you're sure he can see your body and all its imperfections, the scars, the marks, the bits you simply don't like: does he know what to expect? Does he even know what humans look like naked?

The room is cold without the fire going. You have to remind yourself who the man is on top of you. It’s not some stranger-- it’s Obi. Your Obsidian. A friend, a confidant, a brother in arms, and the kindest soul you’ve even met. It strikes you then that maybe you have feelings for him outside of all of those definitions, something closer to love than simple lust.

"I haven't shaved in a while, I'm sorry-"

"You have the body of a nymph," Obi blurts out, voice high with surprise, "You're exquisite."

His pupils are fully round, engulfing almost all of the iris as he soaks in the sight of you.

"Human's do not like this?" He leans down, head just below your belly button, examining when your body meets your cunt. His fingers run through your pubes, "But it's so…"

Mid-sentence he halts, mouth parted just enough that you can catch the jagged edge of his fangs. He swallows deep breaths, sucking more and more until his chest is puffed against yours. Strong, forceful hands loop under your knees and cram your legs apart. You squeal and kick, giddy in your embarrassment and barely able to contain your laughter.

"Oh, you smell so good," he exhales each word, only inches from your cunt. He’s pressing into you, almost folding you in half so he can creep into the bed with you. "That's your quim? That's what you've been hiding?"

He traces two fingers up the clef, admiring it even closer than ever. The rumble in his chest, the purring, is so grand that it shakes your thighs. Like this, strung up and spread apart, you feel so exposed, so vulnerable. You muster up even more embarrassment when fingers part your lips and his steamed breath tickles your most inner parts.

“Don’t look so closely!” you scold, but he doesn’t listen.

"Humans get so wet." You try to close your knees on instinct, but the mass of his body stops you, "Is this usual? Do you always?"

"Only when-- a-aa-ah-"

You find out that he was not looking for an actual answer. Obi takes you by the hips and drags you down into his muzzle, wasting no item before dragging that damned tongue across the entirety of you. He's eager and unaimed, licking and sucking and drooling across every inch of you except where you want him. The crest of his brow digs into the puff of your mound, blocking you from reaching down and playing with your clit yourself.

The want, the need-- it's dizzying. Words fail you every time you try to speak, your comprehensibility robbed by the hiccupped whines Obi is pulling from you. Teetering on this edge is deliciously painful, but you're already losing patience.

Frustrated, you grind your hips down and Obi's nose bumps against your clit. The pressure makes your body sing, so you do it again and again, claiming your pleasure on your terms. A laugh rumbles through your skin as Obi chuckles and obliges, lapping at exactly where you need him too.

Heat sears through you as you cum: hard. It's almost a surprise, boiling over when you least expect it. It’s a flex and release of your muscles, a quick, simple thing that gives you just enough release. It’s nothing life changing, but it’s better than what you get with most men.

You breathe and wait for Obi to move or comment, but he's still, waiting for you to pick up your pieces.

"That was nice." You say after a bit, "Now, why don’t you come here and let me ride you?"

Whe he doesn’t respond, you sit up slightly, only to be caught. A hand presses down on your stomach and locks you in place against the mattress. Dark eyes glance up at you, narrowed.

"Stay still," he says, voice rougher than ever, "I can do better than simply 'nice.'"

Immediately, you regret teaching Obi where you liked to be licked. He abuses that knowledge, focusing on your poor, overstimulated clit until you're nothing but whimpers. Your brain cant think when he's touching you; all you can do is whine. Reaching and grasping for hair that isn't there, your nails run across his scales head and find no purchase.

Then, your own head is tapped by… something. You screw back and realize he's ran you into the fucking wall; you have to extend both hands to stop yourself from being crumpled even further.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit--" This one's going to be big. You can feel it rolling in, coming like a wave.

Two thick fingers press inside you. If you weren't impossibly slick, the stretch would ache, but there's no friction left to resist the intrusion. He explores a bit, pumping and curling and-- there. That's all you need to tumble again, falling and falling and falling-

Until the drop hits.

You're left boneless. There's no resistance in your body as he adjusts you again, throwing your knees over his shoulders-

"Obsidian, no," You drum your heels against his back, "No, no, no, no, I can't take another--"

A deep, rolling growl fills the room as he squeezes tighter, locking you together as his long, firm tongue presses inside of you. You realize he’s speaking an unfamiliar tongue-- Draconic, most likely. It’s sultry tones and clicked vowels, rolling deep and slow into one long slurred sound. Maybe he’s scolding you, maybe it’s praise: you don’t care. He holds you like he owns you-- like he controls you, and you find that you like that.

“Please, please, please, just fuck me already-” You find yourself blabbering, “Need you, need it, just-- oh, Gods and Stars-- Please fuck me, please--”

You clutch on to the mattress and hope the world stops spinning. “On me--- in me, just-- Gods, fucking cum already-”

“No,” Common slips from his mouth, “Not yet.”

The night is a blur after that. There’s no possible way to count how many times you cum; they all roll into one in your mind, an unstable peak. He’s everywhere, he’s everything. You always imagined him as a patient lover, but you’re quickly proved wrong. He’s mean and demanding, drawing everything from you until the ache in between your ribs grows unbearable. Slick runs from your thighs to your knees, ruining the cotton beneath you both. The unbearable sounds of wet fill the room, marked by your occasional protests.

You hate him, you think. Maybe you love him. You can’t tell when your brain is absolutely swimming in dopamine.

“‘m gonna pass out,” you whine, weakly batting a hand against his forehead. The dragonborn pulls away with a dot of a kiss, finally listening.

“Then do, fawn.” Obi’s chest and face shine with a mixture of your excitement and his spit, “Sleep. That doesn’t bother me.”

With that, he spreads you open again. You eventually do drift off, too overstimulated and absolutely fucked to even keep your eyes open. There has to be something to it. The taste? The smell? Dragonborns are more sensitive to pheromones, you think. Maybe he's high off of you?

No, it’s too focused to be solely for him; it must be for your pleasure. He must get some sort of sick fucking satisfaction from unraveling you down to your very core and then continuing. You feel unwound, a ball of yarn left to uncoil and flounder in the breeze

In the moments of twilight between sleeps, you manage to catch him moving, legs positioned around your rib cage as he whines, voice tight when he speaks. It’s mumbled nothings, ripping through his broken voice. Draconic seems to be paced so much slower than Common, each word rolling carefully slow off of his tongue.

Exhaustion sits so heavy that you can't keep your eyes focused. You have to keep one eye closed to even get a glimpse of what he's-

Oh.

Above you, inches away from your face, Obsidian Vyke fists his cock. Contrary to what he said, his body is not very similar to a humans. All of the important parts are there, of course, but the shape is much, much bigger, with a tapered end and ridges running down the bottom. It's an ashen purple, the same color as his skin under his scales, and his balls are a bit darker, hairless and slick with his precum. The head pulses every couple of strokes and you know he's dangerously close to cumming himself.

You want that. You’ve been begging for it this entire night and it’s there, inches from your face. That needs to be inside me, you think, but your poor pussy is twitching and raw from all the attention.

You settle for the next best thing.

With all the effort you can muster, you prop yourself up ever so slightly. You stick up your tongue and the pillow of his cock presses against it. It only takes a couple of kitten licks for him to spill; he crumbles into a whine and your mouth is suddenly painted with thick, potent seed.

It’s… different from other spend you’ve had the displeasure of tasting. Less astringent, more… you’re not sure. When your ex husband used your mouth, you always winced at the taste, but now you close your mouth and suck. His cock doesn’t stop kicking, dribbling more than a man could ever dream of producing. It’s hot enough that you flinch with it touches the back of your throat, but you don’t stop swallowing, draining it down as fast as you can.

The taste was enjoyable, you realize. You liked that, as if you were a common whore. Before any sort of shame can set in, Obi scrambles away, cooing and stroking the side of your face with his usual warmth.

“Oh, sweet fawn, you didn’t have to,” he says, “Let me get you something to spit that into.”

You shake your head and open your mouth again, tongue extended to show him it’s already gone.

"Little minx." Obi speaks with a wild amount of warmth and you bathe in it, letting your eyes close again. "Beautiful, dirty thing.”

There’s no way you’re beautiful now, with your makeup smeared and your hair ruined, but you choose to believe him. The swipe of a tongue against your cheek, comforting, not erotic, elicits a giggle from you. Gods, it hurts to even laugh.

“You’re dripping in sweat. I’m going to steal a towel to clean you up with, alright?” Obi pauses, presumably waiting for your approval, before hurrying about. You can make out the slip of fabric being pulled up, the creak of floorboards, the-

Sleep overtakes you.

The sun is much, much higher than you’d like it to be when you awake. The town is in full force, boys screaming the news, merchants peddling their wares, but you can’t seem to find the energy to join them. Not when the bed is so warm and welcome.

Obi is gone. He’s always been an early riser, so that doesn’t bother you much. Besides, you aren’t sure you want him seeing you like this, knock-kneed and drained as you try to gather yourself together. Down there is unbearably slick still, even after all the time that's passed, and that fills you with a sick excitement.

It’s not until after your bath that you feel remotely human again. The glitter and lust of last night begins to fade as you strap yourself into your clothes, but a relaxed giddiness still hangs on.

By the time you meander downstairs, the inn is busy serving lunch. The air is tinged with salt and spices-- the familiar kind you haven’t smelt in ages, let alone tasted. Familiar faces are crowded into one of the smaller booths, Obsidian’s comically large shoulders bumping against his two elf companion’s. Tensions have clearly calmed since last night. The elf is busy spooning bits of vegetables out of her stew and plopping them into the dragonborn’s.

“You must take my carrots. I know how you like them,” she demands, “And I’ll have your rabbit, since you don’t eat meat. Does that sound good to you, sorcerer?”

Obsidian is already obliging, cornering the bits he doesn’t want out of the bowl. “If that’s what you want.”

"You'll take this bread too. I grabbed an extra for you."

"Oi, you didn't grab any extra for me."

"The Sorcerer probably weighs fifty times what you do, he needs more."

Obsidian pats his stomach with concern. "Fifty times?"

“She awakes!” Tig, Kiri’s lover, croons, head in their hands as they notice you. They are just as lean and beautiful as Kiri is, but painted much, much fairer. “We feared you dead, Rogue!”

“Aye, both of you act as if I would leave her rotting,” Obi bemoans. Both elves turn to the poor man and coo, patting his shoulder comfortingly. Your speech clearly had some effect on the group and that deepens your giddy feeling.

“Did you bathe again?” Kiri hands her bread over to the dragonborn as promised, “I thought you had done so last night.”

You glance over at your… lover? Friend? You aren’t sure. He watches back, brow quirked, waiting for you to lead this dance.

“Just taking advantage of the water,” You reply as evenly as you can, taking the empty seat. Your relationship news to be figured out before you make it public knowledge, especially since your last relationship ended with such…

The dragonborn slides a roll across the table with a crinkle of his eyes, sparing you a train of thought you’re not emotionally ready for. It steams as you rip into it and cram it into your mouth. Hunger suddenly rips through your body and you perk up, searching for the source of this stew.

“Did you sleep well?” Tig asks between mouthfuls. They aren’t as proper as Kiri; they spread their legs wide and take up as much space as they can, holding their utensils like a shovel. If they weren’t so ethereal and genderless, you’d think that they were a half elf.

“Hopefully I didn’t keep you up,” Obi says, offhandedly, “I’d hate to think I kept you awake.”

Oh, that rascal. His nose scrunches as he tries not to laugh.

“You bothered me a bit,” you reply, equally placid, “But I don’t mind.”

“What a shame.” He takes a spoonful of the meal and chews it thoughtfully. Then, he pauses, pressing two fingers into the crook of his jaw. “I must have sleep strangely because I woke with this awful ache in my jaw-”

A swift kick to the shin silences him.

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54prowl · 9 months

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR JOINING!!

Tumblr will definitely fudge the quality so if you'd like to see the journey of this work being created throughout an entire week, this is the chronological tag

Thank you, again. And see you in the next art event <3

And to the folks who came to the party (alphabetical):

@a-mongoose @angelashido @bluebellhairpin @brivetaroundtown @chaotic-on-main @crybaby-ink @cu-teppei @duckykisaki @echari3 @eijirhoe @fateoftheempress @happybird16 @hawnks @heavenlyevil @heroesfan101 @jingyuan @juneselfships @kaidabakugou @katanaski @kweenkatsuki @millenialcatlady @minninugget @mrskenmakozume @potionpeddlerpatchy @princess-okkotsu @pussydrunkfyodor @raccoonsandrangoons @reapersbarge @ruiaes @sailorstrawberi @shibaraki @shockinglysubmissive @smolrandomblog @soranihimawari @spacelabrathor @strafepanzer @strawberrystepmom @the-milk-anon @touyangel @tyga-lily @weird-dere

I love you all!!!!!!!!

#late but still!!#rip leonardo da vinci you would've loved this #prart #prowlle art #prowlle #party2023

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festive · 2 years

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Things that go bump in the night.

yes, as you guessed it: a collab for all my fellow monster fuckers out there!

Summary: Ah yes, from ghouls to werewolves and everything in between — come, indulge upon your feral desire to be fucked senseless by these beasts! All different types of monsters are allowed (angels, fairies, anything not HUMAN— oh my.)

To join: Simply send me an ask with the fandom and character you would like to write for along with the monster type. you do not need to be following me to participate!

Rules: dark content & nsfw is allowed, it’s also encouraged! however it must be tagged accordingly, you also must be 18 or older (age indicator in bio or you shall be blocked.) no minors <- this goes for characters too (they must be aged up to adults.)

No more than 2 repeats for characters. Monster repeat is ok, as long as it’s not the same character, so I don’t want to see two werewolf!Osamu entries (it pained me to say this.) hear me out, the more creative the better!

Fandoms: aot, genshin impact, tokyorev, haikyuu, and jjk.

Deadline: I hate due dates so ughh there is none, you can post it when you post it— :p

Once you’ve finished with your fic tag me in it.

Haikyuu!!

Merman!Sugawara - @kazuwhora

Dragon!Osamu - Me :3 teehee

Angel!Atsumu - @sweetsbysatori

Alien!Suna - @maitaro

Ghoul!Kuroo - @mekiza

Werewolf!Kiyoomi - ME AGAIN

WoodElf!Oikawa - @todorollz

Ghoul!Osamu - @h-izumis

Attack on Titan!

Ork!Reiner - @poohbea

Vampire!Eren - @sarcasticallydrowning

Serpent!Eren - @lovereren

Genshin Impact!

Siren!Tartaglia - Me :3

Slime!Venti - @northcafe

Garuda!Xiao - @genshinparty

Jujutsu Kaisen!

Fairy!Hiromi - @indiecursor

Werewolf!Megumi - @fictitiouslover

Fae!Naoya - @sintiva

Vampire!Toji - @dejwrites

Vampire!Geto - @tyga-lily

Vampire!Nanami - @wisenerdcreator

Demon!Toji - @/sarcasticallydrowning

Incubus!Yuuta - @oikadiors

Incubus!Sukuna - @mclovin-mcjagger

Angel!Gojo - @rinhoes

Tokyo Revengers!

Incubus!Mitsuya - @1990-05-10

Vampire!Baji - @/kazuwhora

Succubus!Yuzuha - @/kazuwhora

Vampire!Inui - @kazububs

Fae!Haruchiyo - @bxnten

Dragon!Taiju - @bubble4u

HalfGiantHalfVampire!Taiju - @maydayaisha

Merman!Mikey - @manjiroscum <3

Misc!

Vampire!Douma - @thicksimpx

Vampire!Ferid - @gabzlovesu

Fae!Tengen - @hellavile

#aot x reader #genshin impact x reader #haikyuu x reader #tokyorev x reader #jjk x reader #tw dark content #if this flood ignore it #FLOOS #FLOPS #OH MT GOD

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poursomesunaonme · 10 months

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Dedicate songs to your mutuals, let them know what you think of them.✨

oh god this is gonna be hard LMAOSDFJASFJ but lets see !! ik it's been a min since i've been on here, so im only gonna do em for my mutuals that i've also seen active recently ! under the cut hehe

(update this took forever bc i dont play around with music everything has to be PERFECT)

marie (@maries-gallery) - j'espère by félix dyotte (for the soft lovey dovey vibes i literally cried the first time i heard this LMAOO)

sun (@pockcock) - ava adore by smashing pumpkins (horny vibes horny vibes its literally so hot)

charl (@sweetandtendou) - yuck by charli xcx (there are a thousand i love u infinitely but this is what im feeling rn)

lily (@tyga-lily) - criminal by fiona apple (indoctrinating u to my fav female manipulator)

taro (@dilftaroooo) - trust fund baby by amaarae (dude.)

ix (@prettyiwa) - faultline by girlpool (i had this song on repeat for MONTHS)

marq (@kweenkatsuki) - plw by leon thomas (yes this is andre from victorious and its a fucking BANGER)

phon (@saphhonic) - religion (u can lay your hands on me) by shura (this song actually changed me)

cassie (@cyancherub) - you lose! by magdalena bay (the vibes are here and they remind me of u)

aleks (@princess-okkotsu) - cologne by beabadoobee (it altered my brain chemistry thanks)

wreynn (@honey-tsuki) - sarah by alex g (im forcing the alex g agenda on u idc)

m (@stardusttoshi) - romanticist by yves tumor (im making u a playlist)

moni (@monirei) - crush by solange (gives me major monirei vibes)

kat (@ryukatters) - maurine by say hi (I CANT DESCRIBE IT I CANT)

elle (@f4irycafe) - soft by babygirl (hehehe it's precious)

b (@eldiandiablo) - restless year by ezra furman (its so fun i have to do a little jig every time i hear it)

juliana (@sparklekitteh) - falling by florence + the machine (it had to be her and it was so hard to choose asljdfe)

soph (@astridthevalkyrie) - armistice by phoenix (i can't explain it but here we are)

siri (@bagsyy) - agnes by glass animals (i love this and i love u)

aman (@thegetoufather) - anthems for a seventeen-year-old girl by broken social scene (this altered my brain chemistry as a child thanks)

eliza (@postwarlevi) - when u love somebody by fruit bats (please i cant help but think of u)

fiona (@fionarara) - 400 lux by lorde (a classic for a bestie)

juney (@whats-her-quirk) - midnight by toby sebastian and florence pugh (the first time i heard this i thought of jean LMAO)

scribbs (@nighttimescribbles) - i'll come running (to tie your shoe) by brian eno (this song is so sweet and asldfje)

fawn (@dearbraus) - strawberries by caamp (please i think you'd love this one)

mica (@princesskazuya) - this is the day by the the (this is one of my favs of all time)

luxE (@fuwushiguro) - best to you by blood orange (IM GOING ON A FEELING HERE)

angel (@bakatenshii) - friendly machine by yeule (i feel like you'd love their music omg)

yall join in too ! this is so sweet <3 my love language is sooo totally music !

#💐beanie’s asks #from: stardust✨#🌿tag games #this is so sweet yall omfg

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koushuwu · 1 year

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Tag nine people you want to get to know better!

thank you, sage @heichoudarling for tagging me <3

Three ships: mmmmmh i will have to saaaaaay… misawa, iwaoi andddddddd eruri. although i would love to join eruri myself, given the chance ngl.

First ever ship: you may be ashamed to have written john lock (which was a ship i read for btw!!!) i regret to admit that my first ever ship, because i knew better, was drarry.

Last song/album: i like boys by todrick hall

Last movie: i do not watch movies a lot. so i don’t actually remember. probably the haikyuu seijoh vs karasuno movie. i don’t remember the name either sorry, brain tired.

Currently reading: nothing right now. or well… that’s kind of a lie. i’m still reading this one danish book that i started last year in like october. i’m never going to finish it, am i?

Currently watching: daiya no ace season 2!!!!! oh and i watched the first episode of trigun stampede the other night. so also that!

Currently consuming: literal air. i am going to go get some food in me in a few minutes though. probably eating taquitos.

Currently craving: sleep. got i am tired. but i am ALSO craving to post that fic i’m working on. it’s a different kind of craving though. so i’mma have to finish that up soon!

tagging: @tyga-lily @no1frogfan @miyukiissofine @prettyiwa @ughisagi @fractured-sky @hokusu @chibishae34 @lizzieonka

#» tag game #» darling: sage

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prettyiwa · 1 year

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I do not authorize the translation or reposting of my work.

Relationship: Miyuki Kazuya x F!Reader Rating: SFW Content Tags: POV Miyuki Kazuya, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers (it's really hard to define these two), Soulmates (if you squint), Frenemy OC Who's Known Kazuya Too Long, Mentions of a Less-Than Stellar Home Life (not as bad as it sounds), Light Insecurity, Two Ships Passing Summary: Kazuya's search for you during his final New Year's break turns up empty, leaving him to reach out to your friend who never really liked him. Word Count: 1,540

A/N: Man, coming up with tags for this is difficult because their relationship is a little difficult to describe (it could also be that it's almost 3 AM and I am tired). Anyway, this intro isn't that great of a mood maker, but it sets up the "present" rather well. A grand thanks to @tyga-lily, as always, for being my sounding board and encouraging my bad ideas ♡♡

It was just as he was leaving for Seidou. Your anxiety was plain to see—for him, anyway. Shifting weight from foot to foot as you fiddled with your pencil in one hand while gripping your sketch book too tight in your other. It was one of those times when you two were on the same wavelength, not because you two just got each other like that, but because you two felt the same. He threw his arm around your shoulder and felt your annoyance aimed at his face and felt the moment it disappeared.

I’m coming back. It’s not like I’m not going to see you between now and graduation. You’ll be here when I get back, right?

Yeah.

Age 18 | January 3

Funny, how quickly his excitement to see you is replaced with anxiety upon hearing your name. How quickly anticipation to reconnect properly since first attending Seidou sours into confusion and something a little too closely related to fear.

Akari repeats your name and Kazuya nearly flinches at the way she says it—like she’s talking about someone who’s died, someone long gone with no hope of returning. It comes out like a question, one with an answer she’s tried to forget. He watches as your name sits on her tongue, flavoring her thoughts as she considers her answer.

With a sigh, she shrugs. “I honestly haven’t seen her in a bit. I mean, I see her at school, but she hasn’t been around the neighborhood in some time.”

“Seriously? She still lives here. What do you mean, you haven’t seen her? Where else would she be?”

Annoyance flashes across her face and her fingers tighten where they hold the door open and he’s sure she’s waiting for the chance to slam it in his face. “Really, Miyuki? You of all people can’t be surprised.”

Her frown deepens as she watches him, realizing he has nothing to say—despite her conviction, he of all people is surprised. It’s been a little bit since you two spoke, but… c’mon. You wouldn’t leave. You told him you’d wait for him to come back, even if he’s a little late on the “coming back” part.

“Okay, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt because you can be dangerously obtuse at times. Ignoring the fact that her dad can’t work anymore and that she’s working to pay the bills, what did you think would happen when you left? You thought she’d be hunky-dory? Actually. That sounds about spot on for you, Miyuki.”

“Hey, now. You don’t need to be cruel about it. She hasn’t told me any of this.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious. She tells you everything.”

“She hasn’t told me anything for a couple of months now. Did something happen? Maybe she got a new phone?” Even as he asks, he knows that slim sliver of hope he’s searching for is bullshit. You’d still have his number memorized and it’s not like changing phone numbers is exactly easy.

“You sound awfully upset. Are you worried that she stopped wanting to be your friend?”

“I’m not upset,” he bites, only serving to make her laugh, the sound sharp and unnecessarily harsh.

You wouldn’t just leave him like that. You wouldn’t leave without talking to him first. At the very least, you’d give him a fighting chance.

“Sure, you’re not upset. You’re so dramatic. It’s nothing like that. She didn’t get a new phone or a new number. It broke the last time she went home but she hardly ever used it in the first place.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

He’s not that worried about whether you got fed up with him—it’s been nearly three years since he’s seen you, but he still knows you a helluva lot better than that—but being in Akari’s presence is becoming increasingly grating. How you ever do it for more than thirty minutes at a time, he’ll never know. She stops him as he starts to turn to leave, too exacerbated by her attitude to bother with propriety.

“Wait. Fine. You’re nowhere near as fun as you usually are.” Glad to know this is a game to her, though maybe it’s deserved. “She doesn’t go home at all, as far as I know. She bounces around between our homes as she needs, usually asking the day of if it’ll be fine, but it’s been a while since she’s asked me.”

What the hell’s happened in the time since he’s left for you to get to this point? To not bother going home? What kind of friend is he if he didn’t even realize—?

“Even if I don’t like you—”

“Yeah, you got that message across loud and clear.”

“Even if I don’t like you, you should at least know that she told me she doesn’t see a point in coming around if you’re not here. I personally don’t get it, but you’ve been friends with her for twice as long as I have so maybe it makes sense to you.”

“... Thanks.”

The door clicks shut behind him and he’s sure that both he and Akari are disappointed it wasn’t a slam, that there was something else at the end of this interaction other than a mutual dissatisfaction and vague helplessness. Frigid winter air brushes past him, reminding him of just how cold he actually is. With the afternoon sun beaming down, everything still feels devoid of warmth. No matter the sure and steady movements that should supply some heat, no matter the layers of clothing he wears, your absence is making everything much colder than it is.

She doesn’t see a point in coming around if you’re not here.

That’s no surprise. Of everything he learned today, that’s something that strikes him as genuinely you. You two’ve always been close and would always tuck your promises and the like in blunt explanations and blasé phrasing. Never would he have imagined that you would leave without an explanation to him and, yet, this is where he finds himself.

Is it because he’s barely come home?

Since starting at the school, he’s only come home for the New Years’ celebrations. This is his third one, but the other two were packed with recovery from the winter training camp and making sure his dad was okay. He figured you’d be okay, too, even if the New Year traditions that existed between you two were put on hold. You never said anything, but was it stupid of him to make an assumption? Had he gotten too caught up in his desire to play and win that he missed something as big as this?

Home's in sight, but he can’t return just yet. On top of trying to find you, he came out to grab some food. Honestly, he was hoping that you’d be able to come over tonight and hang out with him in the kitchen like you used to. He wanted to know whether your skills had improved at all or whether he was doomed to cook for you both until who only knows when, but that’s definitely not happening.

At this point, he’s tired and there’s a new weight on his chest that he would like to rid himself of but, with what little ingredients are available at the house, he can’t skip this trip. But so long as he and his dad have something to eat tonight and tomorrow morning, things should be fine. He turns on his heel to hit the 7-eleven instead of the market and it strikes him just how different everything seems.

Kazuya can’t tell—nor does he care to differentiate—whether it’s caused by time passing, by the start of a new era fast approaching or whether it’s caused by your startling absence. Either way, his ears ring with the trill of your laugh from years past, the light teasing and the stupid jokes you both would make. It’s impossible to walk these streets without the shadow of you beside him. It’s a shame that it took this to understand the weight behind your words, but, yeah.

Knowing you’re not here makes this visit far less pleasant than it would have been.

As he nears his destination, he tries to ignore the bustling of the bus, preparing to carry away the majority of the would-be crowd at the convenience shop, but there’s this minute, inexplicable urge he gets to look again. It’s once he’s crossed the street does he give in, only to meet your stare through one of the passenger windows.

Your eyes widen in surprise, same as him, and he takes a step in the direction of the bus, though you both know he won’t make it. The surprise melts away and you give him a smile and a chuckle that he hears despite the barriers. Your hair is shorter and you look more mature—though he’s sure he looks different to you, too—but it’s the familiar intimacy of your smile that steals his breath.

He’d like to run, to stop the bus and get on, but it’s already leaving before he can finish the thought. Kazuya misses you more than he believed possible, but the near-miss only serves to lighten that newfound weight on his chest, even if just a bit.

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thicksimpx · 2 years

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary : originally this was supposed to be about a nut video but I got a little carried away 😂, atp y’all know I have a problem .this the third fic I wrote with some form of video (futakuchi & Kuro are the others) don’t judge me 😂

Warnings : mature content, mature language, black fem reader, friends with benefits, recording- nut videos, spank bank items (spare me 😂) , masturbation, dildos, slight edging, slight exhibitionism,

Tags - @gabzlovesu , @lawscorazon @dejwrites @indiecursor @imperatorkhaleesi @eiflawriting @bookwormsenpai @po3ticb3auty @rinhoes @nyremei @decayish @festive @nasty-quillz @hyeque @tyga-lily @mxchaluvv @talkfloraltome @pulchritxde

Waking up in the middle of the night thirstier than ever was never an enjoyable moment. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you blink back tears forming for the brightness of your phone as you check the time reading 3:30am and see several missed calls and one single message from your favorite blue eyed bastard.

You huff, unlocking your phone to see what he said. Hardly surprised to see a video. You sit up a bit concerned as the paused video only showed what appeared to be a ceiling with a bright ass light. “Satoru what the hell are you doing” you groan hoping it’s not another one of his drunk confession sessions.

Carefully watching you see Satoru placing his phone down on the floor, only his naked arm and face in view.

“Hey beautiful” he coos playfully, finally leaning over into the camera. “I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about you. Suguru told me not to call you, but you know me“ he chuckles with a peace sign.

You couldn’t help but to laugh thinking of how him and Geto bicker until he ultimately gets annoyed and let’s Gojo do whatever he wants.

“I know how much you love my videos so keep watching. Don’t take your eyes off your screen for a second, I’ll punish you.” He winks. You hold your breath as you watch him stand up, only his legs in view as he takes steps back revealing his naked lower half. Hand palming himself as he gently strokes.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself tonight. It’s been a few days since I’ve been able to see you” he sighs voice echoing in what you now realize is his bathroom. Now you see why the phone was on the floor, this angle .. it made you feel like you were kneeling in front of him.

Soft moans escape his lips as he strokes himself, a glob a split comes down plopping onto his dick as he continues to stroke, spreading his self-made lubricant. You shutter at the sight of his sick, as pretty as he is. Suddenly, he stops, and you panic clicking your screen to confirm the video isn’t over. Eyes going wide when he kneels, dick still in hand, and comes closer to the camera.

“Are you touching yourself wishing it was me? “ Gojo lowly laughs, “yeah me too, this hand should be around your throat and your throat should be around my dick” Gojo lets out a shaky groan, hand still stroking and tugging at his dick, carefully spreading the precum dribbling out his tip along his shaft.

“I’m coming over tomorrow, I don’t care who’s there. They can watch.” You raise your brows and shrug at his statement. “I’m so pent up Y/n” he whines now desperately fucking into his fist, balls swinging, moans nearly broken into cries. “This won’t be enough”

The phone slides down a bit more, showing his other hand tightly gripping the sink, and the strained yet desperate look on his face. Gojo was stroking so fast and so much harsher than you would ever. But this angle felt right. Like he was towering over you.

“Come on, say ahh” he whispers softly as if you were in front of him. And almost instinctively you open your mouth as cum shoots and dribbles out of his tip plopping onto the camera as you can now see his face and menacing smile through the smeared camera. “Make sure to swallow Y/n” he coos ending the video.

You sigh as the video abruptly ends. Should you send something back? You can feel how wet you are without even touching yourself. Would Satoru still be up? Would he answer if you called him?

Instead, you get up to go get that water you now so desperately needed, contemplating if you should call him or not. Fuck it. Now you were horny, and you’ll be dammed if he tries to play with you on the phone or if he doesn’t answer at all. So you decide to make him a video. There’s no way you can sleep now with the way your cunt ached to be filled. And the his reaction to receiving the video is going to be priceless because after you cum you’re going back to sleep.

You giggle like a villian, tossing your water bottle and grabbing your favorite toy- slamming it onto to wall, slapping it to confirm its stability, remote in hand. Stripping off you only item of clothing, being your T-shirt, you turn on your phone mini ring light and slide the phone face up in between your legs, starting the video.

Slowly you tease yourself, rubbing your clit as wetness echo’s into the silence, pooling into your hand as you dip the tips of your fingers into your spongey walls. Deeming yourself ready, you arch your back, grabbing the toy and slowly sliding your cunt back on it. “Mmm, Satoru” you moan rocking your hips back onto the toy.

You lay your chest down flat onto the floor, perfectly arching your back as you bounce slowly on the toy, ever so often picking up the pace but stopping when you feel yourself ready to cum. you needed to make this video worth his wild, that way he knows your just as pent up as he is.

“Fuck,” you whine feeling the toy thrust and twirl inside of you as you bounce back onto it. It wasn’t Satoru but it was close.

“Wow, I really didn’t think you were up, let alone putting on a show for me ” you hear a muffled voice. You quickly lift your chest to find your phone recorded nothing, you were laying on it and must have called Satoru by accident.

“Shit” you swear slamming your hand down on the floor, clicking the button and picking up the pace of the toy still thrusting into you. Your eyes roll back as you fight yourself to simply slide off the toy or just continue until you reached your building orgasm. It was so close you could taste it.

Breathe hitching in your throat, you fall back flat on your chest and let the toy go to work, bringing you to what you’ve been craving since you woke up and saw Satoru’s video. You cum with a bit and squirt and a squeal, falling forward with the still thrusting toy sliding out of you now swinging around the coat of cum you left on it.

“How cute, and to think I was hesitating to call and ask when you gonna stop playing and show me that pussy” Gojo chuckles. “Stop wasting your time with toys, you should’ve just called, I’ll be there in 15” he says and hangs up without you even getting a chance to respond. Dildo still on the wall whirling around while you laid in post orgasmic bliss on your cold floor. Glancing at the cable box, it was now 4:15am , Gojo was definitely on his way and … you were in for a long morning.

#satoru gojo #gojou satoru smut #jjk gojo #jjk smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #jjk fanfic #jjk fandom

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