#✎ Drabble

[indiecries]

Late night thought :3c

Waking up next to Satan, on Christmas. He's breathing softly and the hardback book from the night before rests heavily on his chest, You pull him closer, closing your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder and you just say.

"Merry Christmas Satan, I love you."

Now. He looks like he's asleep, his breathing unfalters, but you know he's awake because you feel his tail wrap around your midsection and he starts to purr, a soft rumbling from his chest as he pulls you closer to him.

"Let's not go downstairs yet my love, I want my first gift to be you for just a minute.."

[unrealization]

The Snapped String - a drabble

When was the last time Yukari Takeba held a bow? It had certainly been a few years, but it felt like some kind of divine providence when she passed it. A beautiful daikyū tossed in the trash like garbage. She wasn't generally one to go on about tradition, but it was disrespectful. This weapon was a piece of history. It was actually in a dumpster near a high school, so she couldn't help but imagine a student had used it. Had that school lost its archery team to budget cuts? How sad.

When she'd seen the daikyū tossed aside like that she felt an odd sympathy for it. Before she'd even known what she was doing, she'd dug it out of the trash and taken it home. She spent the next week or so researching how to restore it and then going through the arduous process on her own.

Eleven missed calls.

Still, once the bow was shining again, she felt a tiny amount of fulfillment. She'd managed to save it. Save it.

Save it.

It wasn't long before she was looking for archery ranges. Somewhere where she could put the beautiful bow to good use. She imagined it would be sad if it couldn't serve its purpose.

Purpose.

In time she found one and made her way there. It would have been one thing if she had just been on the archery team in high school, but she had actually gotten real combat experience during her time with SEES. Surely she wouldn't be that rusty.

She took a practiced stance, holding the bow in front of her. The daikyū had a slightly different pull angle from a western-style bow. She took the string in her hand, and pulled it back. It was heavier than she remembered. Or, rather she wasn't as strong as she used to be.

She released the tension on the bowstring. Only one way to fix that. Practice. She took out an arrow and pulled the string back.

"Wow! Takeba-san! You're incredible!"

The voice of one of her teammates from back then rang in her ear. Back then, she had been able to do so much. She was the fastest shot on the team. She could fire bank shots and consistently land them on the target. Now she was struggling just to pull back the string. Her hands trembled, her uncalloused fingers stung, and when she released the shot it didn't even reach the target.

She should have gone pro.

She lined up another arrow and failed to hit the target again.

She should have kept practicing.

She pulled back the string.

She should have been more honest with herself.

The arrow stuck in the ground.

She should have known Ikutsuki was lying.

Next shot.

She should have stood up when Nyx arrived.

Her hand trembled.

She should have stopped him.

The arrow struck the edge of the target.

She should have stayed in touch with the others more.

Her fingers hurt as she pulled the string.

What if they talked about him?

The arrow hit the target.

Eleven missed calls.

She looked down the length of the arrow.

He was dead because the world was rotten.

She landed a shot.

People still desired Nyx.

Next shot.

The bow had distracted her for a while.

Next shot.

She was already getting the hang of it again.

Next shot.

This distraction wouldn't last.

Next shot.

She was rotten, too.

Bullseye.

She was part of why he had to die.

Bullseye.

She wanted another tragedy.

Bullseye.

What would the next distraction be?

Bullseye.

The pain got bigger the more she ran from it.

Bullseye.

Her life was just one distraction after the next. An endless cycle of regression. She had become her mother. She couldn't move forward. Everyone else had found new purpose after he passed, but she didn't. A part of her resented them for it, but her true enemy was herself. The thoughts wouldn't go away. The desire for an end to her pain. The sleepless nights praying for the dark hour. The drive to find new distractions. One after another. To forget the hunger. The hollow in her heart growing more and more.

Bullseye. Bullseye. Bullseye.

Her old strength and poise returned quickly, and she pulled the bowstring back further and further until-

A loud snap rang through the range, and a sharp pain followed it. A cry escaped her lips as the sudden jolt of pain pulled her back to the present moment.

The bowstring had snapped, violently striking her in the cheek as it swung wildly from the pressure. a hot stream of blood poured from the injury. She placed a trembling hand on the cut, feeling the warm liquid trickling between her fingers. It wasn't as bad as it felt, but she was stuck with it.

She fell to her knees, her beautiful weapon clattering to the floor along with her. Her gaze fell on it, its perfect wooden shaft stained with her blood.

"I'm so sorry."

It was as though the bow were her younger self, glaring at her. She stayed for but a moment. Before long, she had to stand again. Dust herself off. Wipe her face and get back to what had become of her life. Every day she got further from where she wished she was, and she knew that she could only live like this for so long. Life went on, whether she wanted it to or not.

The very next day she woke up from another dream of better days. She passed by the bow she had promised herself she would fix that day and walked out the door, back to her job she hated, where she had to be among people she hated for being just like her.

How much longer would it be before she snapped, too?

[ohimsummer]

puppyboy! satoru loves having his ears scratched.

“how’s that feel, baby?”, you coo at him, smiling at the expression of pure bliss on his face. it’s clear by the nonstop tail wagging and the way he buries his head into your touch that he’s thoroughly enjoying this.

but he whines in response anyway, face scrunching as you tease those sensitive spots at the tips of his ears. he shuffles closer to you on the couch; you have to lean back so he can straddle you like he wants, squeezing your waist and leaning forward to plant a couple of ticklish licks over your neck. satoru’s basically pinning you down right now, though you don’t mind. his clinginess and constant need for skin-to-skin contact is always welcome.

you end up zoning out while scratching his ears, allowing your mind to wander away. satoru can never get enough of this, and one scratch of his ear can become fifteen minutes of him indulging in your affection, groaning and whining as you pamper him.

but soon those groans turn to whimpers, and he grows more fidgety. you don’t pay too much attention, as satoru has always been a restless hybrid. then you hear the curses, him muttering out ‘f–fuck, oh my go–, god—!’ under his breath, and the whimpers grow louder. you don’t realize he’s grinding against your lap until you feel something hard poke at you, but by then it’s too late. it’s a struggle to hold his head in place as he’s pushing so hard against you until…

“… satoru?”

he’s gasping for breath, and his head is heavy in your palms, and his whole body collapses on top of yours. satoru whines at the mention of his name, but he doesn’t move, can’t move after what you just unknowingly put him through.

he just really, really loves those ear scratches.

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[sqtorux]

brain is filled to the brim with pornstar! suguru filming videoes with you for the first time.

you're a bit nervous to be doing all this but it's suguru. of course you'll do whatever he asks.

he excels at his job because boy, does he take you well. your back is to him and you're bouncing up and down his cock— slaps of skin and unholy moans fill the room.

when you feel your legs giving out though, his hands find themselves to your waist gently guiding you, helping you out.

heat rises to your cheeks at the gesture and you're suddenly aware of the soft strokes he does on your hips.

suguru sees you looking down, trying to hide your flustered face but no, none of that— he wants to see you. whats the purpose of filming this if you're hiding from the camera?

he leans in, closing the small space between your back and his chest. your name falls from his lips like honey as his warm breath brushes the side of your cheek.

"you're doing so good ..." his sweet sweet words only tightens the knot in your stomach.

"baby- god- baby can you look at the camera f-f'me" of course, you comply. shaking your hair away from your face as suguru's hands trail up to brush them away for you, you stare into the camera—his thrusts in you never stopping.

"there she is" suguru groans when you clench around him, desperate to milk out everything his dick has to offer.

with your fucked out face and pretty sounds suguru thinks maybe, just maybe he finally has a favourite person to film his videos with.

[junicult]

!! the bachelors after their first kiss with you

contains ; fluff! gn!(but written with fem in mind)farmer for most. implied male in alex’s. non canon setting (for most). unestablished relationships—pre dating. alcohol usage. smoking (cigarettess).

note ; i had a nice time in my imagination with this one

harvey.

he stares at you, stunned at how easily you were able to do the thing he’s been thinking about for weeks. how soft your lips felt, how comforting your hand on his chest was, and how genuinely intoxicated just one simple kiss from you was already making him feel.

he clears his throat, and almost like you just sucked every world out of him, all he could muster up was a mumbled, “thank you.” he thanked you. for kissing him.

you purse your lips, trying your darnedest not to laugh watching his face just drop, realizing the first thing he said to you after you kissed him for the first time was a thank you.

“oh no, it was my pleasure.” you tease, allowing a small giggle to slip. he sighs like his blood has run cold, too embarrassed to even respond. luckily for him, you’re just too perfect, and you cool his sting by leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. you pull back with a smile, hand cupped over the opposing one, “goodnight harvey. i’ll see you tomorrow. you can thank me for that one, then.”

sam.

he acted almost as quick as you did, the moment he saw your eyes fixate on his lips and lean in, he wasted no time to fill in the gap between you two.

“you kissed me.” he says, face washed in amusement and adrenaline. he remains a solid grip where his hands rest on your lower waist, clear he has no intent on letting you go anytime soon.

“i might’ve.” you murmur, flickering your gaze to and from his. if he didn’t know any better, he’d think—

“are you all shy now? did i make you nervous?” he angles his head to chase your nervously wandering eyes, mischievous grin and tease in his tone. his hand consciously cups the side of your neck, thumb pressing into your jaw to gently force your chin up and maintain eye contact.

you huff, shaking your head. “well, a little! we just kissed!” you try not to sound too whiny—though, the way his grin spreads almost makes you forget that plan.

“aha! i made you nervous! am i so handsome? am i such a good kisser?” he muses, snickering in triumph.

“sam,” you test, narrowing your eyes through your eyelashes.

“what? you dunno know the answer? wanna kiss again to find out?”

shane.

he didn’t actually think you’d lean in, much less keep it going for so long that he’d have to push against you a moment later to give him a second to breathe.

but you shake your head, misinterpreting it all so quickly. “i’m sorry—i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have kissed you, i don’t know why i did that, i’m sorry—“

“whoa, i wasn’t pushin’ you away,” he immediately rouses, “i’m not mad that you kissed me.” and he snickers lowly, “more like pounced on me.”

“you’re not?” you hum breathlessly, straightening your pants and tucking pieces of your hair back. now your chest bubbles with a new kind of embarrassment. you nibble on your lower lip, attempting to ease your breaths. “i—i dunno why i did that. i don’t usually drink…much less makeout with people while i do.”

you slouch back down on the old, creaky dock next to him. he snorts, tilting his head, “‘m just too irresistible, huh?”

you shoot him a glower. “yeah,” you say like it’s sarcastic, but really, you’re well aware you aren’t drunk enough to start behaving irrationally. “i just didn’t mean to do that.”

“i don’t mind that you kissed me.” he shrugs.

you watch as he takes a swig from his beer can. his eyes focus on the overall still lake in front of you both. “you don’t?”

he almost wants to tease you for all your disbeliefs. he chooses to scoff out a laugh instead, shaking his head. “mm-mm.”

you turn to face the water, gently swinging your dangling legs over the edge. “hm,” you hum back, “maybe we should talk about that when we’re both sober.”

sebastian.

he’s borderline shocked at how easy it was for him to kiss you back—no hesitation after your fingers brushed the back of his hair to pull him in. he’s almost loopy, too, and he’s never been the type to swoon so hard from these kinds of affections. but he’s also learned a lot has changed since he first met you.

“you taste like cigarettes.” you murmur as you step back, licking your lower lip as if to repeat the taste. you turn towards the city lights, and for the first time he’s finding it nearly impossible to follow your gaze.

“i’m sorry,” he truthfully says, absentmindedly stepping down on the previously tossed cigarette butt at his shoe. “i’ve been trying to stop.”

“tastes like you, too. mixed in, i guess.” you note with a smile, “it’s not terrible though. but good, you should try and quit.”

he honestly doesn’t know how to take that—in his mind, he can’t imagine that tastes good, much less the combination any glorious. yet you turn to him again, stuffed hands unfolding from your pockets to reach across for his.

all you had to do was to give him a tiny tug, sliding your hands up his shoulders before he repositioned his own back to where they previously sat on your waist.

“let me bask it in while i can, though.”

alex.

you’ve almost never seen him with this soft, content look on his face. you’re half expecting him to burst into laughter, try to justify his actions with a teasing lilt and offer to pretend like it never happened.

but no. all he does is look at you, watching the way your eyes shift between each of his, evaluating. like he’s waiting for one of you to break.

you take the bait. “why’d you do that?” you murmur, quiet enough the wind almost picks it up.

he shrugs. “i dunno. it felt right.” he hums, and despite his uncertain words, he says it with sincerity. “was that the wrong choice?”

you think for a moment. for you, you surely thought about it for weeks. but the timing certainly didn’t feel appropriate. vulnerability changes a man like him most of all, and the last thing you’d want to do was take advantage of that. you absentmindedly swirl the grains of sand under your fingertips.

“no, i don’t think so.” you respond easily.

he nods. you’ve never seen him this quiet, but despite that, you’ve got an idea of what’s exactly going through his mind. when he turns away, you’re certain.

“you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“of course not.”

elliott.

he had almost forgotten why he invited you over—just for inspiration on the last couple chapters of his novel, or did he honestly plan for it to go like this?

“so…what happens after they…kiss?” you coyly murmur, still held in his embrace so close you can smell the drop of pomegranate on his lips.

“well, i haven’t written that far just yet,” he pauses to take a breath, “i was hoping they’d finally confess their love.”

he’s so handsome this close, your head still reels and lips feel fuzzy as you struggle to bring back in your even breaths.

you nod, slow and computing. “yeah—no, that sounds good.”

your plump lips hold him in a trance, as do his, making it so hard to concentrate on his words all the while you feel you’re too fixated on them.

“so you believe they love each other? that they should finally tell the other?”

the kiss rendered you thoughtless—what can you expect from a romantic like him? however, the metaphor is not lost on you. and had he let you go at this point, it wouldn’t have been so easy for you to eagerly nod, “absolutely. two people in love should tell each other they’re in love.”

[kolsmikaelson]

jealousy looks good on you

cw ; smutty little jealous!coriolanus drabble, public piv sex, 18+

“what the hell was that, huh,” coryo’s hot breath is hitting the shell of your ear from behind. his thick length stretching you beyond what you thought possible. his pace is brutal, but it feels so, so good. “asked you a question. the hell was that back there with sejanus?” his lips, rough against your skin, press hot, desperate kisses to the juncture between your neck and your shoulder.

“nothing! coryo i swear it was nothing.” coriolanus had been getting more and more stressed as the reaping had come and gone and he had to begin preparing lucy gray. he didn’t want to be spending all his time with some girl from twelve, he wanted to be spending it with you, his lovely girlfriend. after a particularly rough night, coryo hadn’t slept much, the hunger in his stomach keeping him awake for a good portion of the night. he couldn’t wait to see you the next morning, only to see you all over sejanus. it was an innocent, friendly gesture. the two of you were talking while waiting on the platinum haired boy and sejanus cracked a joke at the wrong time, causing you to laugh while throwing your head back and smacking his upper arm lightly. coriolanus in his tired, hungry state didn’t take the sight of you two together all that well, dragging you away from a confused sejanus and to a secluded hallway, promptly flipping your skirt up and sliding your panties off of you and straight into his pocket. immediately pulling his cock out and stuffing you full.

“you sure about that,” he speeds his thrusts up, flicking his fingers over your clit. “‘cause it didn’t seem like nothing to me. you’re mine y’know” his thrusts are starting to get sloppier, a sign that he’s reaching his orgasm. “not stupid sejanus’. mine.” he all but growls in your ear. coriolanus brings his free hand up to cover your mouth to keep your moans from wandering ears while fucking into your wet heat harder.

“promise coryo, baby, ‘m yours. don’ want sejanus, only you.” you promise him, already so fucked out. his hips keep rutting against yours, pushing your back against the wall harder as your head falls into the crook of his neck.

“i believe you,” he pants in your ear, “cum, my darling, it’s okay.”

coriolanus fucks your pussy through both yours and his orgasm. “i’m not done with you,” he smirks, pressing a harsh kiss to your lips. “you’ve still got making up to do, darling.” and before you knew it, you were back in coryos room, a chair shoved under the door knob to keep it from opening, on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth.

[gracieabrmslvr]

INTRODUCING……

texts between influencer!reader and talkingstage!chris

[sonarspace]

nicknames, sukuna

a/n: short soft sukuna drabble cause he makes me go crazy. ignore any translation mistakes, i used google translate 😭 content: sukuna speaking in japanese. fluff, nsfw (oral - fem!recieving) wc: 582

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"sukuna," you call him as he's seated beside you watching a random season of survivor. he hums in reply. "you're my cutie pie".

you cheese at him when he turns his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowing. "i'm your what?" you don't miss the slight blush that creeps up on his face. "my cutie pie," you say moving closer to make yourself comfortable in his lap. "my sugar plum," he raises an eyebrow at you.

the ends of his mouth slighlty tugging upwards. "my cupcake" you kiss him on the cheek "my cotton candy," your hands in his hair as you kiss his forehead. unable to hold it in any longer, he smiles. "my suki wookie," you look into his eyes and smile squishing his face. he lets out a quiet chuckle.

he flops you on the mattress as he pries your legs open and makes himself comfortable on top of you. trails kisses down your body as he whispers sweet words in japanese into your skin like a secret. "恋人 — koibito (lover) " a quick peck on your lips. "天使 — tenshi (angel)" a kiss at the space between your ear and neck. "私の心の光 — watashi no kokoro no hikari (light of my heart)" his lips move over your chest.

you wish you could understand what he was saying. you only knew the basics so you could figure out he said "my". my what, you wondered. "what does that mean?" you ask quietly. he looks up at you, the look in his eyes soft and loving "my brat". he jokes his head falling down to your chest as he laughs. "sukunaaa" you laugh.

he continues leaving feather light kisses over your body. now moving over your hips "私の桜 — watashi no sakura". you gasp as you translate it in your head. "your cherry blossoms?" you chirp. caught, his cheeks turn a shade darker. "can i, か甘いい女の子 — ka ama ī on'nanoko" that you knew. he always called you that. sweet girl. his sweet girl. you nod.

he kisses over your panties. you whimper. a slight sheen of wetness coating you as he pulls off your panties. "キャンディーのように甘い — kyandī no yō ni amai (sweet like candy) " he whispers to himself.

he kisses your clit once, twice, until your hand scratches at his scalp. "please," you whine. "hmm, be patient, 恋人の女の子 — koibito no on'nanoko (lover girl), haven't eaten all day". his tongue pokes out and he lickes a stripe from your opening to your clit. his lips wrapping around your clit as he moans in satisfaction at your taste. his finger moves down to your opening as his mouth over your clit brings you pleasure. his finger moves in and out of you at a teasing pace, fast and then slow.

your legs tighten around his head, limiting his oxygen intake but he doesn't make any move to pry them away. instead his tongue on your clit moves at a feverish pace. you soon cum with a cry of his name. mewling and moaning. he pulls away.

happiest man on earth. he thinks that whenever he's with you. "愛してます — aishitemasu (i love you)", he says softly, expecting no reply. you've watched enough romantic japanese movies to know what he meant, so you reply back "私も愛しているよ, すくな — watashi mo itoshite iru yo, sukuna (i love you too, sukuna)". and his mouth drops. giddy at your confession he takes away your breath as he kisses his love into you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

© SONARSPACE 2023 | DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS!

[vxlenst3in]

timeskip kuroo, nsfw

Tetsurō Kuroo, who swears that he hears you purr his name sometimes. Like he could be talking to his friends and you'd come up behind him - “Tetsurrrrō~" or "Kurrrrroo~” and it drives him mad. He hates how much it turns him on, his dick standing up straight as soon as he hears you rolling the r in his name so smoothly. To him, you sounded like a cat trying to get his attention, and he was more than willing to give it to you.

But once you do it during sex, oh, he will show no mercy. As soon as he hears the whiney moan withdraw from your mouth, in combination with his purred name, he becomes absolutely feral. His dick will be drilling into you even further at a ruthless pace, while his grip on your hips tightens so much, that you're going to wake up to marks on them.

“Yeah kitty? Feelin’ so good it got you purrin' hm?”

 ©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[fleurriee]

from the dirty lil compliments list i bring to u ❛  you have the most perfect tits.  ❜

we’re so back!!! first neteyam drabble in a while…. i want nete to do this to me. pls, i beg 😩 tysm for requesting anon!!

pairing ; neteyam x fem!reader

summary ; neteyam could never stay too long away from you, especially when it comes to your tits.

themes ; explicit content: titty squeezing, illusions/mentions of p in v sex…

During the middle of the night, you almost always find the best comfort in the midnight breeze, the way the winds caress gently upon your skin and there’s nothing other than the forest-life around you to catch in your ears.

It’s why, more often than not, you find yourself sat in the middle of your tent, weaving random little things as you kept your mind occupied. Sometimes you struggled to succumb to sleep when your thoughts were so raging, and sometimes you sought out the idea of staying up later just so you could experience this.

There was something about being completely free with it all, too, of being vulnerable. You shared your tent with your mate, Neteyam, and after being mated now for years, there was nothing that couldn’t be shared between the two of you, nothing that could stop the love for one another.

So, going to sleep naked, and waking up and completing small chores before your day truly began, was normal for the two of you. It brought about a vulnerability that could only be shared between two mates than irrevocably loved one another. There were no fears, no insecurities - just pure, gentle love.

And, now, as time seemed to slow down just a little, soft caresses against your skin whilst you smoothly hummed your songcord to yourself, you didn’t take notice of the other noises shifting behind you.

Except, when a small grunt sounded out, extremely close to you, and then an entire figure sitting directly behind you, pulling you flush against his front did you realise what was happening. Neteyam had woken up and spotted your disappearance. He wasn’t clingy, per say, but one of his favourite things would always be to fall asleep with you tangled in his embrace, so unbelievably close, you simply couldn’t be two separate people.

That’s why you’re not entirely shocked when he presses you up against him, forcing his face between the dip of your neck, inhaling deeply. A soft chuckle escapes your lips at your mate’s antics, loving the feel of him being so clingy. You bring your hand up to caress the side of his face, inadvertently bringing him closer, whilst his own arms wrap themselves tight around your waist.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” You question, knowing that such a situation has occurred before. You hope it was the reason this time, as Neteyam needs to be up fairly early in the morning to meet his father.

A sigh breathes against the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “No,” he pauses, no doubt too sleepy to really understand his surroundings, “I missed you…”

His words resonated within you and cut deep within your core, wanting to tattoo them on your skin and never forget them. Still, even when they were so incredibly loving, you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I haven’t been out of bed for long.”

“Still,” he’s adamant, squeezing you tighter within his embrace. Then, his fingers start dancing against your skin, sending gentle patterns along your stomach. They travel higher and higher at an agonisingly slow pace, until they’re so close to your chest, you can practically feel his phantom touches.

For a moment, you think he’s just teasing you like he loves to do to you, but it’s obvious how truly sleepy he is when he takes both of your boobs within his grasps, and squeezes them. Before you can help it, a soft moan falls from your lips, closing your eyes in bliss at his sudden actions. “You have the most perfect tits.”

His voice is nothing but husky and guttural now, full of both love and lust all for you. Your insides are churning, a knot that feels so unbelievably amazing forming at the bottom of your stomach. So badly do you want to give into him, but you know there’s a possibility he’ll regret it in the morning if he doesn’t get enough sleep.

“‘Teyam…” you start, wanting to sound confident and strong, but it comes out like you’re moaning his name. It’s obvious he’s enjoying himself, too, by the way he squeezes you tighter and a low growl sounds from the back of his throat. You swallow deeply, “‘Teyam, you need to be up in the morning…”

“That’s okay,” he whispers, now starting to pepper sultry kisses against the skin of your neck. “I don’t mind being a little late if it means I get to devour you whole, yawne (beloved)…”

Another moan sounds from your lips, and that’s when he knows you’re putty in his hands.

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ NAGUMO YOICHI ; — 18:04. heartbreaks are best served raw. cold. wet.

࿄ ! warnings - bruh none except juicy angst. exes to ?friends /. note i have been having nagumo brain rot and it’s taking over my life. pls help. pls enjoy. ofc there will be more. no proofreads ok byeee

“you still owe me, by the way.”

sighing, you throw your keys into the straw woven coaster on top of your shoe rack. of course he was strewn all over your couch, bare feet on your cushions, head resting on the arm rest, tv flashing in jest.

you roll your eyes. “sometimes, i have half a mind to tell my elderly neighbour that no, they’re not just seeing things when they keep telling me a big, lanky idiot keeps breaking into my home after i leave.”

nagumo gasps, hand grasping his chest through his loose shirt. “idiot? words hurt, y’know.”

you kick off your shoes, jacket and blazer - in that exact order - before wandering off into the kitchen, ignoring the dramatic cries emanating from your living room.

it’s not uncommon for nagumo to just show up in your house, uninvited, eating all your food and making a mess of all your things. you remember the first time it happened, almost a year ago. he had stumbled into your bedroom window, all bloodied and bruised and your reaction time was terrible to say the least, because while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, his figure stepped into your peripheral and you threw the phone square at his already bruised jaw.

in apology, you had tidied him up and made him dinner… though now you wish you hadn’t shown him mercy back then, because he just kept. showing. up. you suppose he’s not just to blame. you’re ignoring the fact that you both hadn’t seen each other in over 7 years (after your messy exit of the JAA and an even more messy breakup) and now that he’s back in your life (back used in negative fashion) you just can’t seem to get rid of the him.

nor do you have the heart to tell him to get lost.

nagumo ceases his whining, yelling after you. “by the way, what’s for dinner? i saw some chicken in your fridge so…”

your eye twitches. “…so what?”

“so…i was thinking you might want to use that… to make dinner.”

you make a loud noise in disbelief, practically throwing the fridge door off of its hinges, “i’m not making you dinner?! gramps next door said he saw you come in 4 hours ago! and you didn’t think to come in and make dinner?!”

it’s quiet for a moment, but you hear the rustling of clothes and the movement of feet, so you turn to lean against the kitchen counter expectantly. the dark haired man peers his head round the corner, sheepish.

“y/n? are you mad at me?”

“no. i just think you’re stupid. oh, and i pretty sure you live to bother me.”

dark puppy eyes bore into yours as he steps into the vicinity. “the first part’s not true in the slightest but the second is pretty much on the nose. though, i’m not bothering you. you like that i’m here.”

“what’s this now?”

nagumo steps closer into your personal space, tattooed arms on either side of you as you look up and away from him.

“47 times. that’s how many times i’ve shown up here. in typical y/n fashion, you’ll complain and act like you’re annoyed, but i don’t think you’ve ever told me to go away.” nagumo ponders for a moment, finger on his chin. “now that i think about it, you haven’t. not once.”

you’re speechless. you’re not sure what to say and when you open your mouth, nothing wants to come out. truthfully, the man has read you like an open book, flicking through the pages languidly, hands bruising the spine. he’s smiling like it’s the truest thing he’s ever said - the only thing he’s been right about when it comes to how you feel.

pride is a very funny thing. if things were different, you’d grab his face and kiss him till he would shut up - well, that’s what you used to do… before, you know… you know. but this is humiliating, at least to you. even after all this time… you’ve let it get too far.

you huff, pushing his arm from beside you and you stand by a miscellaneous cupboard, turned away from nagumo, arms wrapped around yourself. “well, for starters, you’re wrong. forgive me for trying to be a good friend and helping someone out.”

“someone? that’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” the playful lilt stays lingering in his tone and it makes your heart simmer.

“… i think you should go, nagumo.”

silence sits between the two of you. nagumo looks at the back of your head. he sighs.

“if that’s what you want. see you around, y/n.”

he exits, quiet as never. he’s never quiet or silent when he lumbers around your home, sweeping and lingering. he’s probably already left your home in similar fashion. the fact makes you grab your own face and groan.

you don’t think you can be normal about him. maybe it’s for the best.

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[ohimsummer]

GIRL, I NEED A TASTE ft. PUPPYBOY! SATORU

— minors dni, needy + lovesick + puppyboy! satoru x fem! reader, tít sucking, subby! satoru, humping (dryhumping??), breeding + creampie mentions

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ i went a little overboard writing this <//3 strongest ‘puppy-dog eyes’ user everyone

wc 1.4k

you give puppyboy! satoru an inch, and he will take several miles.

he’s ready to pounce on you 24/7: when you wake up, when you return home, when you’re fresh out of the shower, when you come back from a 5 minute bathroom break during movie night. it’s insane the way, if it were up to him, your pussy would never know peace.

in satoru’s “defense”, he can’t help wanting to stuff you full of himself all the time. he loves you, he’s in love with you and, in his eyes, what better way to show it than the overwhelming amounts of euphoria he could put you both through? satoru loves to give, give, give to you; his heart, his attention, his affections, and his cum at the end of it all.

you suppose his reasoning is understandable, more so from satoru’s point of view, but fucking every minute of every day isn’t sustainable—it’s only fair you tell him ‘no’ sometimes. and that’s when satoru brings out the theatrics: whining, crying, whimpering and complaining about how he’s “sooo harddd” and he’ll “be super quick”. fluttering snowy white lashes to beg with those woeful, blue, puppy-dog eyes, glistening with tears that he seems to be able to summon on a dime.

satoru flashes you the cutest pout as he presses himself up against you, grinding his bulge against your ass as he nuzzles and nips at your cheek. slow, impatient sways of a fluffy tail, the perk of those twitching, adorable ears whenever you cast him even a glance. satoru whispers a hopeful “pretty pretty please…just once?” as he licks at the shell of your ear, raising goosebumps from your neck to spine.

it doesn’t matter, really. he can do it all for as long as his heart desires, because in the end…

…it’ll get satoru exactly what he wants every time.

the movie you put on isn’t nearly as immersive as you’d hoped. and even if it was, satoru keeps pulling your attention away with every nip and lick to your thighs.

“toru.”, you deadpan, and he instantly weaponizes those wide, doe-like eyes of his. paired with a slight wag of his tail, a friendly gesture which he aims to placate with, and satoru has easily dodged your annoyance once more.

you brush off his bad habit with a sigh before your attention returns to the screen in front of you. and then, not even five minutes later, the sharp poke of his fangs sinks back into the fat of your thigh. it’s always steady and deliberate; satoru wants to see just how much you’ll allow before jabbing an irritated finger to his forehead in disdain. meanwhile, once he’s satisfied with the depth of his teeth, he sucks harshly at the skin, glancing between you and the newfound hickey now blooming. then he goes in again, quicker but that’s only because he’s expecting a sure-fire dose of your wrath this time.

“satoru—“

“look!” he interrupts, tail wagging eagerly. “bit ya in the shape of a heart, because i love you.” technically not a lie, but not the full truth, either.

and you’re so distracted with looking at satoru’s little sign of affection, which is indeed adorably heart-shaped, you forget altogether your reasoning for addressing him in the first place: to chide him again on biting you so hard—which is all part of his plan.

it takes no time before satoru has squeezed way more out of you than you meant to give. when you stopped warning him about the biting, he readjusted to “cuddle” you. his head is on your chest like always, hands on your hips, but they quickly dip underneath the hem of your shirt to knead at your waist. and then they’re slithering up further, grazing at your underboob before finally squeezing one of your breasts.

“satoru.” he cowers under the angry heat of your stare. “if i have to tell you one more time…”

his tongue darts out to lap at your exposed neck, causing you to wriggle at the needy gesture. “ ‘m sorry, they’re like my little stress balls. can I touch, please?”

and you shouldn’t have relented and said yes. of course you shouldn’t have, you knew that. if you agree to this, he knows now that you’ll agree to pretty much anything. but satoru stares at you with those dreamy eyes, gleaming with stars to whisk you away to a bad decision. it takes a single, pleading blink as he gives you a small squeeze, and you have fallen victim to his spell once again.

your shirt is pushed up hastily to expose your tits, leaving them subject to satoru’s merciless greed. he pinches, pulls, and tugs with both hands and mouth, sinking fangs into every inch of your breasts since he cannot stand to not see signs of himself on them. because he thinks you’re pretty, duh, but he thinks you’re prettier when your body is spotted up with the marks he loves to leave.

not long after, he’s shed you of your pants, tossed somewhere over the edge of the bed. what started off as a slow grind has turned to satoru’s bare cock humping your thigh, searing and sticky as he leaks a mess of precum all over your skin. just the sensation of it sends an aching rhythm of throbs to your core, your painfully empty hole sporadically fluttering around nothing.

in your mind—buried beneath thoughts of this dreadful movie and the excruciating desire to have satoru’s cock battering your insides—are the very last remnants of willpower you cling to. you can visualize clearly the smug look sure to grace his face if you whine a single plea about satoru fucking you. after all, you’re the one who was all ‘no sex right now, ‘toru’. if you can’t keep your word for even one night, you might be just as sex-crazed as he is.

there is a nonstop background noise of his tail thumping and sweeping against the bed. satoru’s wags haven’t let up since you gave your first yes, and only grow stronger with each new whimpered plea you yield to. they pick up with the pace of his thrusts, a beat to harmonize with the sinful song of his desperate whimpers right before gojo reaches another high—he lets loose a muffled cry into your chest, still pathetically humping your leg like a lovesick mutt as he gushes yet another pool of cum to coat your thighs and panties. after that, his wags ease up to a slow, easygoing thud, now overpowered by the raspy heaves of air he sucks into his lungs.

and it’s the same song and dance every time. satoru takes a few minutes to catch his breath, and then he’s ready for another round. from the corner of your eye, you notice those teary blues have locked on to you. he tests the waters, gradually rutting against you again, mouthing at your breasts to see if you’ll tell him ‘that’s enough, ‘toru’. he is pleased when the words never come, and his actions only grow bolder the longer you let it go on; he licks at your jawline, down your neck before placing a few nips here and there. tweaks your sore nipples between his thumb and index, plunging his dick harder and faster along your thigh for another repeat of the last few hours.

with each daring action over the course of the night, satoru has dragged you a little closer towards the edge with him. first it was pushing your top up, next, it was taking off your shorts. then, it was a bold move of pawing at your clothed pussy, which almost turned into his hand in your panties if you hadn’t pinched his ear and told him no. though, he could just as easily get you to let him anyway if he asks in that very sweet voice of his, the one he always uses when he longs for something from you.

“can I take off your panties?”, satoru finally asks, tilting his head to stare you right in the face.

you won’t meet his eye, and he knows you won’t. because both of you know if you do, he will quickly shred that last bit of self-control at the tips of your fingers. a single bat of his lashes and you’ll be nodding your head, raising your hips so he can tear away your underwear. and then it will only be a matter of time before satoru’s pinning you down to stuff his cock in your walls as deep as you can take. it’s all he wants, all he craves. but as long as you avoid looking into his alluring eyes, you may hold off satoru and his contagious desires for just a little longer.

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[sqtorux]

overhearing toji and your kid bickering.

"hey you." the little girl giggles at her father's gruff voice. you could swear toji's eyes soften at the sound.

"yes daddy?" she climbs onto his lap and his hands swiftly help guide her so she sits comfortably.

"yer growin too fast" toji huffs but the small bitterness in his voice was clear as day. "i can't help it!!" the little princess exclaims while playing with her father's hands and intertwining their fingers.

"better find a way not to. otherwise you're grounded" toji's eyes were on his daughter's busy ones that were watching her small tiny fingers tracing lines along the big of his calloused hands.

"ya hearin' me, kid?" she only hums in response at which toji can't help but scoff at. you don't miss the slight upturn of his lips though.

your soft chuckle shifts toji's attention to you "hey mama's home". your daughter jumps down from her father's lap and into your arms "mama i missed you!!".

the overwhelming affection didn't end there, toji strides over, bringing the both of you into his arms, carrying you with ease.

as his favourite girls were cradled in his arms, toji thinks it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he has the entire world in them.

[junicult]

contains ; fluff! established relationship — dating. gn!reader. gamer bf…i am only weak. character ambiguous. written with seb in mind but definitely sam coded.

note ; i accidentally deleted this. so repost 😓

a part of your nightly routine before bed is sitting on your living room couch together, doing separate things.

for him, it’ll always be playing some sort of video game. whether it’s on his pc at the coffee table, or playstation, he tends to sit there until the late hours of the night until you’re ready to go to bed.

for you, it’s usually reading, or any kind of arts and crafts. whichever relaxing indoor hobby alludes your interest that day. occasionally you’ll grab a second controller and spend hours together playing multiplayer (he loves this the most) but typically it’s just sitting in each others presence while doing your own thing.

because of this, your boyfriend has grown a bit of a habit.

whenever he dies in the middle of a game, instead of yelling or shouting, punching or kicking—he immediately lets out a huff of frustration and nearly attacks you with his lips.

grabs a dual handfuls of your cheeks, smushing his lips into yours with a sloppy kiss. he does this repeatedly until you’re giggling and he’s practically kissing your teeth, circling your whole face until he’s had a good enough fix to cool himself off and press play.

sometimes he tosses his controller next to him and groans into your lap, silently pleading for your soothing hand to feather his hair and your smiley words of encouragement. it ends with him sitting up and leaning in towards you, wordlessly gesturing to his cheek. for extra luck of course.

and when he’s really frustrated, he just as quickly throws his head into you with a groan, demanding your love in every way he insists.

“tell me you love me. tell me i’m perfect for you. tell me i’m amazing and i can finish this level because you’re my girlfriend and you don’t date losers.”

you have to comply, of course, filling him in word for word what he pleads, and even a few more improvised encouragements all with a giggle. just enough for him to press play with straightened chest and all fired up because you believe in him.

when he finally does beat that level, he only has you to thank. you’re his good luck charm, after all.

[heeliopheelia]

"mind saying that again?" (heeseung x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.7k requested by @icydawon ♡

warnings: suggestive towards the end!!

a/n: okay look idk what the fuck possessed me to end this drabble on such note but i couldn't help it 🤷‍♀️ i planned to keep it completely pg13 but my weakness for affection starved men took over again...

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With a giggle, you fiddle with the cool ring decorating his middle finger. You're too flustered to meet your boyfriend's gaze, and good for you because if you had, you'd probably end up burning in place at the softness twinkling in Heeseung's eyes as he looked at you.

His thumb rubs the skin of your hand gently before the two of you come to a halt in front of the bricked building of your apartment block.

"Well, text me when you get home, okay?" You ask, finally letting go of his hand and trying not to shiver at the sudden coolness of the crisp fall air hitting your warmed up palm. You tilt your head up to meet his pretty smile. "I won't fall asleep unless I'm sure you made it without getting yourself kidnapped. You're too pretty to walk alone at such hour, you know?"

He lets you pinch his cheek softly before he captures it in his own and moves it to his mouth to brush his lips over your knuckles.

"I'll make sure to do so. Wouldn't want my princess to lose her beauty sleep because of me, would I?"

You raise on your toes to press one last kiss to his cheek. "See you later. Love you."

Your whole world seems to come to a stop as you watch Heeseung's eyes widen with surprise. You suck in a sharp breath, realizing that you mindlessly blurted out the words that have been sitting heavily on your tongue for the past couple months.

Instantly flushing one more time this night, you raise your hand up and try to tuck the hair that the wind's carelessly messed up behind your burning ear.

"I- Uhm, yeah. You know," you stumble out, avoiding his gaze at all cost.

With his thumb and pointer finger, he lifts your chin up and holds it still as he watches the bashful expression blossoming on your face. He hums, eyes glistening at your state and he feels his heart swelling with adoration.

"Mind saying that again, love?"

"I love you too," he says with an uncontained grin. "Damn, you beat me to it. Wanted to be the first one to say it to you."

His voice only makes you weaker in the knees and you hate yourself for responding so eagerly to each and every word of his even after nearly a year of dating.

Feeling your face heating up and betraying you mercilessly, you slither out of his grasp and throw yourself on his body in an attempt to hide your flustered self. Burying your face in his chest, you can feel it vibrating with laughter as he wraps his arms around you loosely and presses his lips to the crown of your head.

"Shut up," you mumble into his chest but tighten your grip on his nonetheless.

"Oh, come on. Say it again, angel," he teases giddily, cold hands slipping underneath your jacket and hitching your sweater up, causing a rush of shivers to run down your spine as his fingers touch your warm skin. "Don't be mean, I've waited so long to hear it from you."

You scoff and pull away from him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, really? How long?"

"So fucking long it's actually pathetic," he admits and pulls you close by your waist again.

You smile up at him, hand reaching up to cradle his cheek as you raise to your toes and lean up. "Well, if that's the case then I guess it wouldn't be fair of me to keep you on your toes for any longer," you whisper, mouth brushing against his as you press butterfly kisses one after another on his pink lips. "I love you, Heeseung."

And he fucking melts. He squeezes your middle as he ducks down and quickly captures your lips in a full kiss. You gasp in surprise at your boyfriend's sudden rush of eager affection and try to keep up with his greedy mouth.

"Say it again," he whispers into the kiss, hands coming up to cup your face and angle it better for him to suck your bottom lip absolutely maniacally. You're barely present, mind far away in the clouds as he repeats his words with a sudden neediness. "Say it."

And you do, tangling your fingers in his thick hair. "I love you."

"Again."

"Heeseung!" You gasp into his mouth, head dizzy from the lack of air in your lungs.

"C'mon, baby. It's just three words, you can do it."

"I love you."

And with a whine strangled in his throat, he pushes you backwards until you're leaned against the front door of your apartment block, shaky hands raking your pockets in a search for the keys.

"I love you too. More than anything else."

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[gracieabrmslvr]

INTRODUCING…… videos

influencer!reader takes of talkingstage!chris

psa! this idea comes from @kiemui, so pls check out her blog and all prompts to her!

01. ↳ ❝ [clingy ass] ¡! ❞ - video length : 6 seconds

you placed your camera on the vanity in your room, doing your skin care. in the back of the video chris stares at you with a needy look on his face, knowing what he was gonna to do, you press record trying to hide the camera from him. “ maaaaaa hurry the fuck upp” he whines getting up to stand behind you as you begin to laugh , the camera begins to shake before it ends with a screech from chris “ DUDEEEE” and a hand covering the lens.

02. ↳ ❝ [ #needthat ] ¡! ❞ - video length : 10 seconds

chris recently gotten his license which for you meant you got to be passenger princess. the camera was held at his chest as your giggles were heard from behind the camera. suddenly your manicured hands started to graze his chest in a flirtatious manner, “ sexy ass” you mumble laughing. you smirked tilting the camera to his face. an evident smirk was placed on his face as you continued your manner, now flipped the camera towards you, “ pull over” you wink suggesting as chris eyes widen, the both of you burst into laughter. the video ends with chris pretending to pull over as you scream

03. ↳ ❝ [ 😑] ¡! ❞ - video length : 13 seconds

you were shakily placing you phone on the bathroom counter, fixing your lip liner in the camera mirror. already in the bathroom with you, chris wraps his arms around you, holding your waist as he puts his face in your neck leaving slight kisses along your jawline. you smile to look at him turning back to the camera to fix your hair. chris being the boy he is, smirks at your figure as he chuckles thinking of something very inappropriate. he removes his hands from around you, placing them on your hips as he thrusting his hips into you suggesting a sex postition. your eyes widen as you pull away from him grabbing you phone to glare at the immature boy, slapping his chest. you could hear a faint laugh from chris near the end of the video

04. ↳ ❝ [ he’s alright ig] ¡! ❞ - video length : 9 seconds

“ chris! act cute!” your irritated voice could be heard in the beginning of the video. the front camera were placed on you and chris with the scenery of the beach sunset in the back. chris could be seen making silly faces at the camera when all your wanted was one smiling photo. “ chilllll baby” chris laughs turning to the sunset before to you, looking at the pout that was placed on your face. the wind has seemed to mess up a bit of you hair and before you could reach to tuck it back, chris did it for you. smiling as he cupped your check, “ you’re pretty” he mumbled as the video ended with a harsh kiss on the lips.

05. ↳ ❝ [ suspect ] ¡! ❞ - video length : 25 seconds

you and chris wanted to both do the suspects challenge on each other. you also made chris promise he won’t be mean but you were too sure he wasn’t going to keep that promise. you wanted to start off and you started off simple, running along the grass in your backyard “ suspect was too shy to make the first move” you spit out laughing as he glares at you stopping his running, snatching the phone. you begin to laugh already, “ suspect gets upset when other girls talk to me” you stop your running, glaring at him snatching your phone back with a mumble “ okay let’s play that game”. chris just laughs as it is his turn, “ suspect calls me baby, hangs out with me everyday, been talking for months and STILL won’t ask me to be his girlfriend” chris stops in his tracks pouting as you begin to laugh. ofc you knew about chris’s commitment issues but it was just fun to joke about it. “babyyy” chris suddenly latches onto you, whining as he sticks his head in your neck as you flip the camera laughing , ending the video.