#Delightfully frustrating

[moshi-tehkitty]

[altblock-tm]

Jimmy Mouthwashing is a fucked up freak (said with a giddy smile on my face, kicking my feet)

[ahb-writes]

"...it's what I can do."

("Quinn," in Daria, S2E06: "Monster")

[nature-played-a-trick-on-me]

Waving a semi fake sword around and hitting things in a controlled manner would fix me I know it for certain

[imastoryteller]

The Paradoxical Character: 19 Unique Trait Pairings

Here’s a list of 19 wildly unusual, highly contrasting trait pairs that blend quirky or fantastical attributes. These could make for delightfully strange, otherworldly, or surreal characters:

Immensely Patient & Chronically Forgetful Character Idea: They can wait for years without complaint but never remember why they started waiting in the first place. Their endless patience is undercut by the confusion of purpose, creating an aura of timeless mystery.

Unbearably Charming & Involuntarily Invisible Character Idea: This character has charisma in spades but is cursed to flicker out of sight randomly. Their allure is magnetic, but people constantly forget they were even there, adding to their mystique and frustration.

Perpetually Cheerful & Pathologically Suspicious Character Idea: They radiate sunshine and kindness yet believe everyone is secretly plotting against them. Their optimism is baffling, considering they’re convinced of hidden dangers everywhere.

Mind-Reading Empath & Emotionally Oblivious Character Idea: Able to feel others’ emotions intensely, yet baffled by their own, this character has no clue how they themselves feel. They’re highly attuned to everyone else but entirely alienated from their own heart.

Limitless Curiosity & Existentially Terrified Character Idea: Endlessly fascinated by every detail of the universe, yet they’re constantly haunted by the fear of the universe itself. Every new discovery brings wonder and intense dread, creating a fascinating internal tug-of-war.

Brilliant Strategist & Hopelessly Absent-Minded Character Idea: A tactical genius who can plan a perfect heist, yet constantly forgets their own plan halfway through. They’re sought after for their brilliance but just as likely to wander off mid-operation.

Supernaturally Persuasive & Pathologically Indecisive Character Idea: They could talk anyone into anything—if only they could decide what they wanted to say. Their powers of persuasion are legendary, but they take forever to make a single choice.

Ancient Wisdom & Childlike Innocence Character Idea: Despite being impossibly old and wise, they approach every situation with the wonder of a child. They’re both sage and novice, baffling people who come seeking advice but receive only wonder-filled observations.

Obscure Knowledge Hoarder & Shameless Gossip Character Idea: They know every forgotten fact of history yet can’t keep a secret to save their life. This character’s deep knowledge clashes hilariously with their loose tongue, turning historical mysteries into idle chatter.

Zen-like Tranquility & Quick to Panic Character Idea: Usually the calmest person in any room, until anything unusual happens, at which point they’re the first to run. People turn to them for peace until their sudden freakouts reveal a hidden, hilarious irony.

Hyper-Logical Thinker & Ridiculously Superstitious Character Idea: Obsessed with logical consistency yet terrified of stepping on cracks or upsetting minor spirits. Their rationality makes them a master problem-solver, but they’re comically fearful of common superstitions.

Effortlessly Graceful & Magically Clumsy Character Idea: They’re naturally elegant in all they do, but objects randomly fly out of their hands or shatter in their presence. They’re revered for poise but cursed by chaos, creating an aura of unpredictable charm.

Telepathically Intuitive & Immensely Gullible Character Idea: Able to sense the unspoken thoughts of others, but easily duped by the most obvious lies. They sense everyone’s hidden motives but constantly believe in harmless nonsense.

Exceptionally Knowledgeable & Epically Lazy Character Idea: They’ve accumulated endless knowledge from books but refuse to do anything with it. They could save the world but prefer napping and observing others fumble around in ignorance.

Magnet for Coincidences & Cynically Skeptical Character Idea: The most absurd things constantly happen around them, yet they refuse to believe in coincidences. This character is a walking contradiction of fate and disbelief, surrounded by odd events they disdain.

Hyper-Attentive Listener & Mute Character Idea: They pick up every nuance of conversation and are incredibly insightful, but they can’t respond out loud. People find comfort in their presence but struggle to understand their silence and deep gaze.

Radiantly Optimistic & Obsessed with Disaster Preparedness Character Idea: Always smiling and convinced things will work out, yet constantly building bunkers and storing supplies. Their sunny outlook is shadowed by an apocalyptic readiness that baffles everyone.

Unbreakable Memory & Instantly Distracted Character Idea: They remember every moment of their life in perfect detail but are so easily distracted that they rarely finish sentences. They’re a walking history book if only they’d stay focused long enough to share it.

Boundless Energy & Always Asleep Character Idea: They have an endless zest for life and could do anything—if they could just stay awake. People are drawn to their energy, but they frequently fall asleep mid-sentence, leaving everyone in suspense.

[forerussake]

INSTANT DEATH BY GRENADE BLAST #362

DMBJ: making an olympic sport out of suspension of disbelief

[tinyproprodigy]

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

"C r u s h , c r u s h , c r u s h ."

Bakugou Katsuki x reader - (NB)

• Bakugo's crush on you started innocently enough - he begrudgingly admired your work ethic and quirk control during training sessions. But then he noticed the way your (e/c) eyes squinted slightly when you concentrated, and the adorable crinkle of your nose when you were deep in thought, and suddenly his heart was exploding like one of his nicely aimed AP shots.

• Whenever you're in the vicinity, Bakugo can't help but sneak glances your way, only to whip his head around with a fierce scowl when someone (usually Kaminari) catches him staring. "I wasn't looking at that loser, you idiot!" he'll growl, tiny explosions sparking at his fingertips.

• Mina and Sero live for teasing Bakugo about his crush, much to his chagrin. They'll make over-exaggerated googly eyes at him whenever you walk by, or loudly proclaim things like, "There goes the love of Bakugo's life!" This inevitably results in Bakugo chasing them around, threatening bodily harm if they don't shut their "damn traps."

• There's a running bet among the class on when (or if) Bakugo will finally admit his feelings. Kaminari has money on "Never, he's too proud." Mina is convinced he'll blurt it out in a fit of rage someday. Kirishima just wants his bro to be happy.

• In the rare moments when Bakugo musters the courage to talk to you, he instantly reverts to a flustered, stuttering mess. His ears burn bright red as he tries (and fails) to act casual, inevitably resorting to angry yelling to cover up his embarrassment. "Quit staring at me like that, (L/N)! Don't you have better things to do than bother me?"

• Despite his gruff exterior, Bakugo is incredibly protective of you. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, they'll find themselves on the receiving end of his explosive fury. He insists it's just because you're a fellow hero-in-training and he refuses to let his talents be outshone, but the class knows the truth.

• There's a notebook buried deep in Bakugo's room where he's meticulously analyzed all your quirk's capabilities, strong points, and areas for improvement. In the margins, doodles of your face and little explosions shaped like hearts decorate the pages. If anyone ever found it, he'd simply combust from mortification.

• During particularly intense battles or training exercises, Bakugo finds himself pushing harder than ever before, determined to impress you with his skills. Afterwards, he'll try to play it cool, like your presence had no effect on him whatsoever. But the glow of pride on his face when you compliment his power is unmistakable.

• You, precious reader, remain delightfully oblivious to Bakugo's inner turmoil. You see him as a passionate classmate and respected rival, making his crush on you all the more endearing (and frustrating) for the explosive boy. The rest of Class 1-A watches on in amusement, waiting for the inevitable explosion when Bakugo's feelings finally reach critical mass.

• No matter how much he growls and glares, at the end of the day Bakugo is an awkward teenage boy stumbling through his first real crush. And while his methods are unorthodox (and often involve yelling), his feelings for you are as bright and dazzling as one of his explosive blasts, lighting up the sky for all to see.

[itaipava]

— little hints f1 boys would give that they have a crush on you.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

he is interested in all your passions and hobbies: even if it is something he knows little about, he’ll ask you about your passions or things you like to do to have more to talk about with you and to get to know you even better. he also likes to research on the internet and send you videos that he finds about your favorite topics and, when you least expect it, he will start conversations about it, leaving you surprised but happy to know that he puts a lot of effort into connecting with your world.

˒ ⌕ GEORSE RUSSELL

he always includes you in his plans: whenever he travels, he talks as if you’re going too, without even inviting you directly. when you ask him about it, he usually says, “well, you’re going with me, aren’t you?” and when you can’t go because of work, he gets really frustrated, but he makes sure to keep you updated. he’s also always saying “we should check out that new place together… when are you free?” or “wouldn’t it be fun if you go with me for the next race?” he loves planting the idea of ​​future moments with you, and he loves it when they actually come true.

˒ ⌕ SEBASTIAN VETTEL

he loves teasing you: he always looks for a way to tease you, but always with a touch of flirting, which leaves you wondering if it's really just a joke or if he means something with it. he also hates it when someone else does this and he doesn’t hide his anger, and it’s at this moment that you also don't miss the opportunity to tease him; and the look in his eyes tells you that in fact, he doesn’t tease you just for fun.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

he always offers to help you with whatever you need: no matter what you need, he will do whatever it takes for you and to make your life easier. he will get you a coffee (and a sweet treat) in minutes when you say you want it. he will buy you something you said you needed but couldn't because you were too busy. he will come to your house to fix that broken drawer. he will always be there for you, even when you don't ask him directly, he will be there.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

he always remembers little details about you: sometimes he'll casually mention something small that you've said in the past, like your favorite snack or a specific memory. and sometimes you're delightfully surprised by how accurately he tells you these things because you could swear he'd forgotten or didn't really care, but he's always paying extra attention to you and everything you say is important to him.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

he always compliments you a lot: but they’re not generic compliments that you always hear, he focuses on unique characteristics of yours that he really admires, like “you always have a way of making everything more fun and cool” or “you always seem to know the right things to say”, he’s always complimenting you, and he always means it.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

he always looks for reasons to text you: he likes to send you news about your favorite singers, bands, authors or something he knows you’ll like. it’s things like “you popped into my head when i saw this, and i had to share” or “doesn’t this remind you of that joke you made?” and he always tries to keep the conversation going, no matter what.

˒ ⌕ LIAM LAWSON

he is always your biggest fan: whatever you do, he gives you all the support and help in the world. he is always the first one to show up when you need encouragement, whether it’s to wish you good luck at an event or send you a bouquet of flowers with a little note, or a brief message saying that he believes in you, and that he knows everything will turn out fine. he also loves talking about you to people like “did you see what y/n did? she’s amazing, right?” he is your biggest fan, and he doesn’t hide it from anyone.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

he looks at you a lot: when you two make eye contact, you have to look at something else first because he can’t get enough of you - and he loves it when you get embarrassed about it. he also loves to admire you when you’re distracted and don’t realize he’s looking at you; he loves looking at you and learning your mannerisms. to him, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, and even though sometimes you catch him staring at you and ask him with a smile what he’s looking at, he doesn’t stop or give you a serious answer, which creates a spark of curiosity in you.

[hgfictionwriter]

Midnight Satisfaction

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie wakes up flustered and needy one night and you catch her relieving her frustrations alone. You tell her there’s no need. You’re there for the taking - whether you’re awake or not.

Warnings: G!P content. Free-use reader. Consensual borderline somnophilia. Masturbation (J). Language.

A/N: This combines two requests I received. Thank you to those anons. This is not connected to Control or Discovery.

Jessie stirred from her sleep, fidgeting in bed slightly until the tightness in her boxers warded off all residual drowsiness. She glanced down and even in the darkness of the room could see evidence of the arousal that had woken her from her sleep.

She exhaled a bit roughly in frustration. Not only at this nocturnal need she'd awoken with, but at the loss of sleep. She had an early practice and needed all the sleep she could get.

She huffed again and turned onto her side, closing her eyes as she tried to find sleep once more. Instead, she was sorely distracted by the throbbing between her legs, any movement doing nothing more than making the need more unbearable. Normally, it would pass on its own, but this particular instance persisted and she felt impatient.

She peeked over her shoulder to look at you. She could hear your breathing, so she should've known you weren't awake; still, when she saw you cuddled up in the blankets fast asleep, it disappointed her anyway. Sure, there was no guarantee you'd be interested in helping her with this particular hardship, but with you asleep there wasn't even a chance. Now, frankly, the erection straining in her boxers was merely a nuisance.

She released a muffled growl of complaint as she quietly tossed the covers off, careful not to wake you, before she padded over to your ensuite bathroom. She closed the door behind her and turned on the light, wincing and screwing her eyes shut for several seconds until ready to brave the bright lights again. She opened one eye, then two, still frowning heavily as her vision adjusted.

As she approached the toilet, she glanced down and was met with the sight of the blatant tent in her boxers from her arousal. She sighed once more.

Lifting her phone in one hand, she unlocked it and began to navigate to her hidden photos. A lazy smirk crossed her face as she accessed them and saw thumbnails of various photos of you in lingerie or fully naked posing for her. Her favourite of all were the ones of you touching yourself, positioned on your back, legs spread.

Her mouth opened in appreciation of the photos and she slipped her other hand into her boxers to pull out her hard cock, it standing stiff and erect now unencumbered by the fabric. She reached out to grab some lotion and returned her hand to her cock, wrapping her fingers around it and massaging the lotion along her length. She lingered at the tip, circling it with her thumb and couldn't help but picture your skillful tongue doing the work instead.

She moaned softly at the vision in her head.

Returning her attention to her phone, she opened up one of the photos. She'd caught several glorious shots of you masturbating. In this one, your hand was between your legs with two of your fingers spreading your lips while a third pushed inside you.

"Fuck," Jessie whispered as she began to stroke herself more fully.

The next image was you rubbing your clit, your head tossed back, sprawled on the bed you two shared. She began to slowly rock her hips into her waiting hand as her mind delightfully reminded her of how good it felt to be inside of you. God, she loved how tightly you hugged her, the sounds you made - the ones that came from your mouth, and the ones that came from between your legs - the way you scratched up her back. It was incredible.

Her shoulders rounded as she ran her fist up and down her length, focusing on pumping just the tip for several seconds before thrusting all the way down and back up.

She wanted more.

She flicked over to a short video you let her take. A loud moan briefly echoed off the bathroom walls before she quickly lowered the volume so it was barely audible.

Her chest rose and fell as she took in the sights and sounds of you pleasuring yourself.

"Jess."

"Oh my God."

"Baby, I need you."

You chanted over and over for her to hear.

Her breath started to hitch as her hand pumped hard and fast around her cock, her hips jacking into her fist as the telltale tightening between her legs began to culminate.

A series of muffled grunts emanated from her throat as her jaw grew slack and her climax hit. Her whole body tensed as ropes of cum shot forcefully from her aching member.

"Shit," she grunted, lost in and distracted by the video of you she wasn't paying attention when she started to cum and the first few spurts hit the lifted lid before she redirected.

A couple more soft grunts fell from her open mouth as her fist travelled up and down her length a few final times, coaxing out the last drops of cum from the tip.

She sighed heavily as she shook herself out and took a moment to rest. She let go of her cock and it slowly began to relax, the tension it previously held now relieved. Her cheeks puffed out as she exhaled once more before cleaning herself up. She flushed the toilet, tucking her now dormant member away into her boxers and washed her hands before quietly returning to bed.

She got under the covers and settled in, her eyelids now heavy in the wake of her orgasm. It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Jessie quietly got changed, no need to pack her bag as she'd prepped it the night before and it sat ready by the door. You were still asleep and she was about to leave when you spoke, startling her.

"Did you have a good sleep, baby?"

She jolted, nearly dropping her phone.

"Shit. I didn't know you were awake," she breathed as she turned to you. A hint of a playful grin pulled at your lips.

"I don't think you knew last night either," you said, your smile now full-blown.

"Huh?" Jessie asked innocently, though she suddenly stood pin-straight and her face began to feel hot.

You rolled more fully towards her, now planting your elbow on the bed and propping your chin in your open hand.

"Was someone a little frustrated last night?" You asked cheekily. Jessie's face burned hotter and she deflected with a frown though she couldn't hold your gaze.

"No. I don't know what you mean," she mumbled before forcing herself to look back at you and doing her best to appear nonchalant.

Your eyes drifted meaningfully towards her pants and back up.

"Okay," you said lightly. "Well, I'll just say that if you ever find yourself in a," you looked up at the ceiling in contemplation, "compromising, position again, I would be very happy to help."

Jessie pouted, nearly scowling at you even though everything you said was welcoming and encouraging. She huffed and folded her arms, finding herself suddenly very intrigued by everything around the room other than you.

"You don't need to hide it from me," you went on gently. This drew her gaze back to you. Still, she set her shoulders.

"Well, you were asleep. I wasn't about to wake you," she said, her tone borderline complaining.

"You can wake me, you know," you said before you cocked your head, contemplative once more. "And honestly? I'd welcome you waking me up with your," you glanced at her crotch again, "midnight or morning frustration."

Jessie flushed deeply all over again.

"No," she said adamantly with a stern frown.

"Why not?" You countered. You sat up, your eyes bright now. "It would actually be really hot."

She found herself getting flustered; conflicted between what she felt was right and what her mind was conjuring up along with how her body was starting to react. She shook her head in dismissal.

"No, I can't," she said.

You sighed in disappointment. "Fine. But, for the record, I would find it really hot to wake up to you filling me, pumping in and out of me."

"Fuck. Babe," Jessie complained as she shoved her phone in her back pocket and retreated to the bedroom doorway. She pushed away the vague realization that blood was starting to fill her cock and she could feel a partial erection forming. "I'm going to practice," she said tersely.

"Okay, baby," you said, a hint of apology in your tone. "Have a good practice. I'll see you later."

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Jessie was less than focused at practice that day. She'd be in the moment on second, following along, keenly alert and aware, then all of a sudden she'd fallen behind or lost track of discussion because her mind was drawn back to your earlier comments.

Her imagination was having a field day.

When she got home, she still felt a bit frazzled and unsettled. You, on the other hand, acted like everything was normal and fine. She half expected you to bring up the conversation from this morning, but you didn't. In fact, she was hoping you'd bring it up again, but sure enough, you didn't say a thing about it and the evening carried on.

She'd debated all night whether or not she should just get up the courage to mention it herself, but the right opportunity never seemed to come around and she didn't know how to broach it otherwise.

Before she knew it, you were both getting ready for bed. You each followed your routines, closing out with Jessie filling your water bottle and setting it on your nightstand before she navigated to her side of the bed and got in.

"Thanks babe," you said, as you plugged in your phone, leaning out of the bed to do so and the blankets slipping off slightly as you moved. Jessie wouldn't have though much of it except her eye caught a glimpse of your body naked from the waist down. She did a double take.

You never wore shorts or pants to bed unless if you were staying with her family or friends or you were out camping. However, that didn't mean you went to bed without underwear. That is, until tonight.

You talked idly to her as you checked your alarm and you had to repeat yourself because she was so distracted.

Yet, despite going to sleep with no panties on, you wished her a good night and just rolled over and went to sleep.

"Y/N?" She whispered after several minutes; sure enough, you were out.

She sighed wearily and reached over to turn off the lamp. It was going to be a restless night.

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After struggling to initially fall asleep, it came as no surprise to Jessie when she woke up a few hours later, fresh from a vivid, luscious dream, to find herself straining in her boxers yet again.

She grit her teeth and pushed the back of her head into the pillow, burrowing in as she worked to distract herself so she could find some relief, and hopefully, sleep.

The minutes passed and she blew out a huff as the dull throbbing in between her legs persisted and gnawed at her. She cursed herself as she allowed one hand to snake down and begin caressing herself through the fabric.

Instead of finding relief, it just made her hungrier for more. She should’ve known better.

She opened her eyes to stare blankly up at the darkened ceiling. Her eyes shifted to look over at you to see your silhouette. She could hear your slow, steady breaths, but her eyes remained trained on you as your comments from the morning ricocheted back and forth in her mind.

You were direct and explicit with the consent. You repeated yourself, even. But did you really mean it? Just because you said it in that moment didn't necessarily mean anything.

She thought back to the flash of skin she saw as you leant out of bed.

It had to be an invitation.

You knew her too well.

She reached through the slit of her boxers to free her cock from the confines of the garment. She exhaled silently through her lips as her fingers traced along her length, her thumb settling on the head and finding a bead of precum.

She contemplated a moment longer before she committed, rolling gently onto her side and shifting closer to you. You were on your stomach facing away, your far leg up and bent at the knee and your arms tucked under the pillow. Jessie's heart raced as she tentatively reached out and very gingerly rest a hand on your hip. You didn't stir, and it also confirmed for her that you were most definitely not wearing underwear.

Feeling a touch more bold, Jessie very gently began to run her hand down your bare thigh, her fingers barely touching your skin. You still didn't react as she drew her hand back up to your ass, her thumb idly grazing your skin.

She examined your sleeping form once more and between the feel of your curves and skin under her hand and the prospect of being inside your warm, inviting pussy, her cock was now painfully hard.

She moved carefully once more as she allowed her hand to wander downward and soon her hand could feel the heat radiating from your core. She swallowed and slowly brought four fingers to very gently cup your heat. A pulse of arousal went through her at the initial contact.

She watched you closely, your breathing changed, but you didn't stir. She remained entirely still for several seconds as she debated whether or not to continue or retreat. When your breathing grew audible once more, she slowly drew her fingers back towards your entrance.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes fell shut as her fingers were met with your slick juices that pooled there. The pulse that went through her just moments before repeated ten fold at the sensation and she couldn't resist the urge to circle your entrance with her thumb, your tunnel so wet with arousal that her digit easily breached it and slipped in to her first knuckle.

Her eyes flew open as something akin to a subtle moan escaped you and you shifted against her. She froze, but your reaction - subconscious or not - had stoked something inside of her and after a moment she withdrew her thumb, before pushing in slowly again, this time coupled with two fingers very gently circling your clit.

She watched as you very subtly stirred, a faint moan leaving your lips and your body pressing itself further into the bed just so.

Minutes prior, Jessie had been concerned about getting lube without waking you, but based on how absolutely soaked you were, that wasn't going to be a need for worry.

She flexed her muscles and very delicately lifted herself off of the mattress to position herself better and gingerly lowered herself so she was lined up with your entrance. She grasped her length and softly ran it along your slick lips, allowing your juices to coat her. She felt your folds part for her as she gently pushed the head of her cock through them and across your clit with her hand as a guide. She drew back and pushed through again.

A slow smile formed on her face and she did it again with greater confidence. She did it a few more times, each time drawing further back until each time her tip nestled against your dripping entrance. She resisted the urge to slip inside and instead kept stroking your lips and clit.

She saw your shoulders flex and your head lolled into the pillow. Your breathing changed once more and you shifted further. Her pulse quickened once more as she realized you were waking and she paused mid-stroke.

She saw you blink in the dark of the room before your eyes fell closed once more, not even bothering to look back at her, and you simply rolled your hips against her hardness.

Jessie took a sharp breath at the gesture and she drew her hips back, her hand still guiding her cock, but this time when her head slotted into the inviting dip of your entrance, she gently pushed the tip inside.

You moaned quietly and she smiled as your head rolled against the pillow further.

Encouraged, she pushed in slightly before drawing back so her tip was stretching out your entrance, threatening to slip out, before pushing fully inside.

This time you moaned fully and deeply, your back arching as she slotted home. No longer needing to guide herself, she wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her.

She rotated her hips back, her cock withdrawing partially before rotating forward and massaging your walls as she filled you up once more. A moan muffled by your pillow reached her ears.

Not worried about waking you any longer, Jessie began to thrust into you with increasing pace and intensity. She held your body in place as her firm cock hit that pillowy sweet spot inside of you again and again.

Your whimpers and moans grew louder and she heard the twisting of fabric as you clutched the sheets into your palms. You shifted your far leg higher up the bed, inviting her in further and she wasted no time.

“Mm, Jess.”

You opening yourself up and moaning her name dismissed any and all lingering reservations she had.

She lifted herself up more, consequently pushing you flatter onto your stomach, her hands braced on the small of your back. She began to lift her hips high, her tip nearly slipping out before driving quickly into you, her hips bouncing off of your ass, the clapping of skin now echoing off the walls.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered as you white knuckled the sheets further and buried your face into the pillow.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jessie said, voice shaking in time with her quick, skillful thrusts. “God. It’s like you were made for me,” she praised, digging her fingers into your skin over the thought.

You let out a small cry and spread your legs further apart, pulling an appreciative growl out of her. She slowed her pace slightly and dug her hips into you even deeper, and angling to hit your g-spot more firmly. You clutched the pillow now, holding onto it with a desperation that fuelled her.

“You’re such a tease. Climbing into bed, pussy on display for me, knowing what that’d do to me,” Jessie voiced as she pumped you into the mattress.

You let out a wanton moan, but flashed an impish look over your shoulder at her.

“Waking up to your cock teasing me is as good as I thought it’d be,” you relayed with a breathy laugh. You moaned again as Jessie sent another jolt of pleasure through you. You arched your back further into the bed. “Next time I want to wake up to you fucking me. I want to wake up with your cock stretching me out.”

“Oh Jesus,” Jessie groaned as she fucked you harder, drawing a gasp from you. “Oh shit,” she hissed as her orgasm rapidly approached and her strokes grew fervent.

Soon the pace was relentless and you let out a cry into the pillow, gripping it tightly to your face. You writhed beneath her and a rush of liquid poured out of you and onto the sheets. You began to spasm around her and continued to muffle your cries with the pillow.

“Oh fuck,” she panted, letting the sensations overwhelm her as she slammed into you one more time, releasing her seed as deep inside of you as possible. She grunted through her orgasm as she felt jet after jet of cum rush up her length and out the tip into your waiting heat.

“Oh my God,” she said breathlessly several moments later as she finally drew her hips back unsteadily, stuttering forward as her orgasm tapered off.

She collapsed on top of you, cock still buried in you, fully warmed and embraced by your walls. Her chest expanded and contracted as she tried to catch her breath. She laid a kiss on the back of your shoulder.

The primal haze of your fucking still lingered and she spoke as she gently stroked your arm.

“Forget safe words, if you don’t want to wake up with my cock inside of you going forward, wear your underwear to bed. Otherwise, if I wake up wanting you, I may just have to take you.”

You shifted beneath her restlessly, your tunnel tightening and gripping her as you moved - whether intentionally or not. “Mm, Jess. You’re going to work me up again. And I made a mess of the sheets already.”

She smirked. “Exactly. So what does it matter if you do it again? I’ll gladly do the laundry if it means I get to make you squirt all over this bed with how good I make you feel.”

“Oh Jesus,” you breathed, rolling your hips once more. Jessie was already growing hard inside of you again.

“And,” she kissed your other shoulder, “when I’m done. I might just fall asleep inside of you. Might as well if I’m going to fuck you as soon as I wake up.”

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Can I have Chrollo, Feitan, Jouno, Inumaki and Gojo with a s/o that has social anxiety?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, isolation, abduction

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @hyakki-yosai @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59 @shumidehiro @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

S/o with social anxiety

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖​How sweet of you to gift the devil in human clothing only more possibilities to manipulate you and trap you within his spider's web. For Chrollo your social anxiety isn't something he seeks to cure. No, it is something he only plans to worsen. The only people you should be comfortable around are him and other members of the Troupe, but mainly him. And it is delightfully easy to push you into withdrawing yourself more and more from others, even those you are close with. It is easy to stir your already overthinking mind into wrong directions, to have you question even the bonds you have already established and to slowly crumble all relationships you hold until only he is left. Chrollo hords you mostly only to himself like a dragon would his treasure but you do not really mind as social events are far too overstimulating for your emotions and he takes great enjoyment in this. For Chrollo you are an open book as he always notices when you're anxious, your hands clammy and your muscles tense. Usually he reassures you, his voice, scent and touch surrounding you to ease your anxiety. It truly is a bitter pill to swallow that Chrollo is such a soothing presence yet makes you completely dependent on him.

Feitan Portor

☠️​You are just pathetic to watch with the way you stutter and walk nervously around, always contemplating long and hard before you dare to approach someone. It's so pathetic that Feitan isn't sure if he should laugh at you or pity you. Honestly, your anxious and quiet behavior threatens to drive him mad with the amount of frustration he experiences yet at the same time he also finds himself torturing those who dare to take advantage of you. Ultimately unable to watch you defenseless mouse out there he abducts you as he is fed up with your inability to even hold a simple conversation. He is nowhere near as smooth as his leader is though. Annoyed glares and quiet threats he utters are mostly what you receive from him, only heightening your anxiety. Feitan has little to no patience, often grabbing your chin and hissing lowly at you to just speak properly whenever you stutter and stumble over your words only to walk away annoyed when you burst out in tears, surprisingly enough not taking joy in your tears. He realises that he should make you at least more comfortable around him though he's also smart enough to know that with his impatience and your fear this won't be easy.

Jouno Saigiku

♦️​Jouno uses your social anxiety to his own advantage too as he has pretty much just a kink for making his darling skittish and nervous for his own entertainment. Your quickened heartbeat and short breath are always dead giveaways for your current emotions, the stutter in your voice always indicating your anxiety in that moment. He often taunts you that it is always easy to track you down within a crowd, the anxious melody of your heart always guiding him towards you. Still, Jouno remains possessive in quite a twisted way as he is not fond whenever it is someone else who frightens his darling. It is a pleasure he only allows himself to indulge in, the delightful sounds of your heart only meant for his ears. It is for this selfish reason that you are extremely isolated once he transfers you under his care with the help of the government as only he remains as your sole form of social interaction. Mocking you isn't uncommon, especially if he senses that you're upset. After all you were already avoiding people left and right before he brought you here. Jouno really only did you a favour in that aspect. As much as Jouno enjoys it, occasionally your anxiety may overwhelm him due to his sharp hearing in which case he avoids you.

Inumaki Toge

🗣️​The only one from this post who actually wishes to help you. If you were simply more introverted like he is, Inumaki wouldn't have a problem and just let you be. That isn't the case though as you actively avoid people and social interactions altogether, always overthinking or drawing a blank within your mind. You isolate yourself, never ask for help and that is where the problem lies. You can't even use Inumaki as your shield as he can't talk for you due to his abilities. Instead of throwing you directly into cold water though he asks other students from Jujutsu High if it would be alright for you to meet them as he briefly explains that he hopes to help you. Luckily no one of them minds and so he soon brings you along, clutching your clammy hand in his own as he can already see how worried you are already. He's a tad bit worried that Maki may intimidate you but thankfully she holds her normally harsher tone back. When you buy something he usually remains close to you or even allows you to hold his hand tightly if it lowers your anxiety even a bit as you pay, constantly giving him anxious glances as you do so. Slow and steady is the way with him but it must be done.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​Any hope you might have held somewhere in your heart to one day be more courageous turn into dust once Gojo enters your life. He takes over every aspect of your life, orders everything you need for you and always is the one talking when both of you are around people. Partially because Gojo realises the golden chance he is presented with and partially because he hates sensing your fear and nervousness whenever you are under a lot of people or attempt to talk with someone. Isn't it just so much easier to let him do everything for you? Indeed, he stays true to his words as he isolates you more and more and only worsens your social anxiety as a result. If you were to argue against his treatment he wouldn't listen to you because even if he might acknowledge the truth in your words he knows he wouldn't be able to hold himself back the moment he would let you attempt to socially interact again only to experience your anxiety much more intensely after so much isolation due to him. Is it really that terrible to only spend time with him? He loves you, he spoils you, he adores you so much that he feels like he can't breathe without you. He needs you. You need him too, now more than ever.

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: male masturbation, gn!reader, references to unprotected penetrative sex but reader’s genitals not described

Law typically pays no mind to his most salacious thoughts, the urges often a distraction to the work he needs to do. But when he does, when he feels that stirring at the base of his spine and has to shift to accommodate his hardening cock that strains against his jeans…suddenly his desire is urgent and it’s desperate and it’s a need he can’t ignore.

At least, not when you’re the cause.

He locks himself in the bathroom, leaning with his forehead pressed against the door, one hand furiously stroking his leaking cock, the other held over his mouth to muffle his panting breaths. Eyes shut tight as he pictures how you looked just a moment ago in the galley, your shoulders and neck exposed in a thin tank top with your boiler suit tied around your waist.

The way you smiled at him, the way you said “captain” so sweetly, so excitedly—would you say his name the same way, with such tenderness, such care, if he was inside you right now? Would you let him kiss and bite at your shoulders as he ruts into you from behind—no, he’d have you on your back, legs wrapped around his waist, so he could see every expression you make as he slides inside you, memorizing the way your mouth moves when you cry out for him, when you beg him to fill you, when you feel him release inside you for the first time.

It’s not long before Law’s hips buck and stutter and he can barely stifle a moan as he spills himself onto the floor, picturing how it would look splashed across your belly instead. He takes a deep breath, tucks himself back into his jeans, quickly cleans up the mess he left before shuffling back out into the hallway.

The guilt begins to settle in as he walks briskly towards his office, a knot tightening in his stomach when he passes you again and you smile (that smile, that fucking smile), delightfully unaware of the way you appeared, wanton and bare, in your captain’s mind just moments ago. It’s maddening the way it takes hold of him—the way you take hold of him. It’s depraved how quickly he’s overcome, how he’s ravenous for you so easily.

Law closes his office door behind him and slumps into his chair, tilting his head back to count the rivets in the pipe above him. He can already feel himself twitching in his jeans and groans, frustrated and aching and unable to keep his thoughts from wandering to how warm your mouth would feel around him right now, how he’d love to see you on your knees, pausing to smile that smile that makes him come unraveled.

You’ll be the death of him yet.

[indras-curse]

Alpha Obito being so infatuated with Omega Kakashi's scent.

It's so frustrating because it's a first for him.

Rin smells nice, just as delightfully as her presence alone is. Obito feels comfortable with her scent and feels the need to take responsibility for fixing it when it sours in anger, sadness or fear.

Kakashi's smell though... It wiped his mind clean, he felt single-minded and outright dumb whenever the Omega's scent bloomed with happiness or excitement and when he was stressed or nervous Obito's fangs dropped and he felt the need to rip someone's throat out to make his Omega comfortable.

He had been so lucky that Minato sensei noticed his struggles and knew just how to snap him out of his haze.

But eventually Kakashi catches on that Obito becomes stupid for him when he smells him. At first he did it to be an asshole but actually, his Omega quite liked the Alpha's attention.

He had never been quite instinct ridden but Obito brought that part out of him.

Actually, shut up. Obito blanking out and licking Kakashi's neck to savor his scent and get his fix.

They think they are being discreet but everyone thinks they are hooking up.

Kushina gives them the talk.

They almost pass out from embarrassment.

[poetryvampire]

painfully needy Rolan going into rut

Had this on the brain lately. I don't think it would take much to make Rolan an absolute mess but imagine how worse it would be when he's going into rut. Boy would snap so fast

Rolan x afab non-tiefling reader

Have some 🔥spicy🔥 musings

*this went longer than I wanted lol. But if you like it tell me if you want more 🧡

● Rolan had been doing this dance with you for months now. Both working at Sorcerous Sundries you saw each other regularly, even tried to work together as much as possible (not that he'd ever admit that). The banter, the playful mockery leading to not so subtle flirtation was easy until now.

● The conversations didn't flow like before. A joke about becoming a doe eyed scarcely dressed maiden -like the ones on the covers of those novels you so enjoy- suddenly lead his mind to wander. Any wisecrack replaced with the image of you gazing at him so lustfully. An image that stays with him for the rest of the day (and night).

● Lia and Cal are very vocal about his uptick in irritability. He tries to ignore them but they're not wrong. Ever little thing sets him off. He's frustrated at himself. For letting the feelings get so far without truely noticing. For being too proud or too embarrassed to act on them.

●He often forgets his words as his eyes lingered on your lips, your neck, your figure. More than once you caught him staring and to his surprise no offense was taken. Just a quizzical look, perhaps a soft smile that flooded his face with warmth.

●Rolan would have almost preferred you'd have met him with anger. Now the hope of you ran rampant through him. That if he was ever to give in he may be met with the embrace he so longed for. The need for you was growing by the day. He even took care to not stand to closely to you now. He coursed himself for it. How had he become so starved for affection that even the scent of you sprung his body to life.

●The wizard had spent many nights forced to take action if he was to ever find sleep. He'd be tangled in his sheets, hair wild, trusting violently into his own fist. He tries to keep his fantasies to more abstract forms of pleasure but as hard as he tries the vague shapes melt into crystal clear images of you. It would always be you around him like a vice that would push him over the edge.

● There were times he'd lose himself so throughly he'd cry out your name as he came. Embarrassed by this lack of control, Rolan told himself it was better to happen here than in front of you.

● Going into work that morning something felt off. Rolan's whole body felt extra sensitive, aching. The horrible thought finally struck him at midday. Was he going into rut? Now!? With such little warning? He calms himself. He's not certain after all.

● Until he's been paired with you to clean out and old study turned storage room. He's hyper aware of your scent. Its filling his lungs,making his knees weak. The room isn't exactly small but it's stuffed with stacks of books making moving around a problem. You're constantly having to squeeze (delightfully, terrifyingly) close to each other.

● Luckily you're busying yourself with the task at hand. Rolan prays you won't notice how red (red-er) his face is or the sizable bulge he's currently cloaking with a stack of books. The straining against his pants is almost painful. He's eyeing the door, anything to escape the heat building in his blood.

●His eyes fall back to you and all notions of making a run for it leave his mind. Along with everything else that isn't right in front of him. You looked a vision, standing on and old box body spread across the book self as you attempt to reach something on the top shelf. Not only was it a perfect view of your form, it reminded him of a pose one might see in an old painting.

●Suddenly the box wobbled threatening to send you falling backwards. Your scream was cut short as you felt Rolan catch you, arms wrap around your middle tightly pressing you to him. His face buried in your hair he couldn't help utter a deep groan. The wave of intoxicating aroma washing away his last bit of restraint.

●With ease he flips you around, pressing you into the shelf, a maon escaping your lips. Your hands came to his chest not to push him away but in a gentle caress.

●'Rolan? Please,' was hardly out on your mouth when they were swallowed by his lips. He kisses you like a drowning man breaking the water's surface. Madly, desperately as if any second you may be taken away for him. Hungrily he deepens the kiss and your lips part for him with ease, both of you relishing in the taste.

●It's only when you part for air he realizes he's been rocking his hips into you. An apology catches in his throat as you grind back against him. He's dizzy with lust, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

●His lips find your neck, kissing, sucking and biting. Trying his best not to break the skin. Your moans drive him on. His hands are frantic running all over you. Soon your hands lead his to the laces on your dress. He makes quick work of it.

●Rolan takes you in his arms again and lays you down on a near by table. A little too eager he tears your under things away completely. But to his awe you only laugh and spread yourself out for him to drink you in fully. You're a goddess in his eye and he intends to worship.

●Words spill senselessly from him as he lavishes you with his mouth. 'Fuck, Fuck! You're beautiful you're perfect. I need- God's, l need you I need you.' He hasn't the brain for elegance now. He's kissing you everywhere maoning words of love into your skin.

● As he makes it to your thighs he cannot help but bury is face between them. The sweet taste of your sex has him throbbing with out so much as a touch. He wants to make sure you're nice and ready for him. You're not a tiefling after all and he couldn't bare the thought of hurting you. It doesn't take long before you're dripping wet against his tongue as he slides wildly between attacking your entrance and your clit.

●You stifle a scream as an orgasm suddenly rips through you, your thighs shaking in his grasp. Youre still panting but you pull him away, drawing him closer to you. As you pull him into a soft kiss your hands unlace his pants (finally) freeing his erection. Though to hold him lightly his gasp is sharp. He's painfully hard; his head already glistening with precum.

●As he runs he length against your folds he tries to center himself. He doesn't want to be too rough or finish terribly fast. He wants to go slow but when he catches on your entrance he can't help but thrust into you, the relief of his agony so close. You tremble but encourage him on. His name quickly becoming a soft prayer on your lips.

●He's wrapped inside you now, almost all the way. The pleasure overwhelming him he opts for quicker shallow thrusts. He's taken aback by how vocal he is as more sweet lustful nothings spill from him. Rolan's control is fading fast. He's practically shaking, slamming himself into you losing whatever rhythm he had. The sight of your face contorting with pleasure is pushing him to his end. He can feel the hot pull in his gut. And suddenly something else as.

●A chill runs over him as he feels the swelling at the base of his cock. He grasps it and pulls out not wanting to subject you to something he didn't even take the time to explain. In part he's too late. He didn't fully knot but he still comes hard, spilling thick ropes all over your stomach and thighs. Fuck, you're beautiful like this.

● He blushes deeply and panics, apologizing over and over. He didn't want it to be like this. You run your fingers through his hair and kiss him gently. You don't know that much about teifling biology but Gods you wanted to learn. Rolan tries to believe you, that this wouldn't scare you off.

● He adjusted his pants, somehow still as uncomfortable as before. Perhaps it was the sight of you dressing. How you made no move to do away with his mess before you did. He could take you again easily. But not here.

● You convince him to claim illness and leave work early. To take time to rest. He agrees wanting to lock himself away from the world. And yet he also agrees to meet you that night. Then he'd have a more level head. A chance to explain himself and perhaps to hold you in his arms for longer.

Xoxo thanks for reading friends ❤️

[antidesire]

just wanna give leon the head of his lifetime, any place, any time. this is a selfish and messy little impromptu piece

disclaimer.. 18+ only! afab reader x re4 leon kennedy, p w/o plot, blowjob, dirty talk, salvia/spit, roughness!, degrading, leon cums down your throat, yum, maybe a little bit implied size difference/kink.

the way the muscles in leon’s arms spasm and flex every time he pushed your head further down his cock was something so delightfully arousing, lustful greed evident in the way your panties became increasingly sticky, uncomfortable.

forcing out a few tears to clear your blurred vision you blinked up at the agent, skin glistening from a sheen of sweat, other arm gripping onto the wooden cabinet behind his back, enough to turn his knuckles white and leave small splinters if it wasn’t for his leather fingerless gloves.

he was being careless, sloppy- you could tell by the way his hips stuttered and faltered after every push. you had to squeeze onto one of his thighs to keep yourself grounded, there was nothing more you loved than hearing his voice become hoarse and frantic,

“fuck..” he somewhat chuckled out of pure bliss, head knocked back a few seconds, breathy moans following a spew of curses and thuds of his hand hitting the cabinet he stabled himself with, before his eyes settled back on you, drooling as you made work of him, head pulling back to let the spit run down from the angry red tip of his cock, watching it twitch, leon’s eyebrows furrowing as he bucked his hips up at the loss of the warmth of your mouth down his length.

oops, you got a little carried away watching how pretty he is,

“please, sweetheart.” he choked out, tongue dashing out to lick his lips, thumb pressing into your cheek as he held your jaw.

“i got you baby.” you hummed, your hand pushing up his shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way, scrunching it in your fist and holding it just above his belly button.

all gentle gestures and soft intentions flew out the window, leon’s jaw tensing as he stared in awe, mouth gaped open as you pushed his cock past your lips, eyes squeezing shut when the tip of your nose pressed against the hair at his lower abdomen. you held yourself there for a couple counts, feeling lightheaded and euphoric with each fleeting second.

“o-oh, nghnn.” leon’s hips bucked desperately, “yeah, yeah, just like that..” leon hissed out, eyes were concentrated on you below him, your legs either side of you, perched on his boot, rutting down on the stiff material, your hips working on their own to find some friction.

you pulled slowly back, bobbing your head some more to elicit some more pretty sounds from leon, it was a little cruel but you couldn’t help it, you wanted to drag every second of this out despite the situation you were in- the mission you were both assigned to.

lifting your head off of him once again you brought your hand up to squeeze around him, he was so hard and your saliva made it easy for him to fuck up into your hand.

the poor little confused look on his face, lip jutted out from your sudden ulterior motives, he wasn’t always so lenient, would’ve been more stern, demanding, but he was so pent up he couldn’t form the right words so his eyes followed your every little action, your head leaning in to place wet open mouth kisses along the expanse of his stomach, tongue dashing out to lick from the bottom of his hips upwards, salty sweat mixed with the taste of him on your tongue made your hips jut against his boot again.

leon’s hand followed in the path of your own, squeezing around it and directing you to pump quicker, and god he looked so delicious, his neck strained, head titled and lips parted for moans to fall from, “stop staring at me.” his lips tugged into a smile amidst his pleasured sounds.

your cheeks heated up a little, softly hitting his chest, “i need to cum, so, so bad.” he grumbled, frustrated, “c’mon baby.. you want it too.” and you did, nothing more you wanted then for your man to get anything and everything he desired.

you nodded, shuffling closer, feeling your clothed pussy rub against his boot once again, nails digging into his hip, as you pried your hand and his off of him, tilting your head up and sticking out your tongue invitingly, being rewarded with what you wanted when you watched the pooled spit in his mouth fall from his lips and down to your tongue, filthy.

it sent pulses all throughout your body, evident by the way you further shifted down on his shoe, “you’re disgusting, fuck, i love it.” he laughed in disbelief, leaning his foot back to press it further in between your legs.

it made you dizzy, but you were determined not to get sidetracked again, “shut up.” you whined, shaky breathes before enclosing your lips around his tip, tongue swirling at the bead of pre cum gathered before once again bobbing your head, your pace much more consistent but quick this time, long pushes of your head to accommodate his size, as much as you had gotten used to it he was still so big, feeling his tip stuff the back of your throat without even having him fully in your mouth, there was no other sensation you loved more in this moment, the cherry on top was his moans getting whinier, repeated chants of your name and praise falling from his lips like the sweetest prayer you had ever heard.

his voice was strained but you could make out what he was saying, “that feels so good, doll, don’t stop, oh-“ he cut himself off when you forced him as far as you can go, swallowing around the tip of him, gagging and sputtering but composing yourself quickly, you needed to.

“shit, you look so cute like this- oh my god, baby..” he hissed out, hips pushed up, feeling like he was about to snap.

you whined against him, vibrations making his hips stutter, sloppy, dirty sounds of your mouth slipping up and down, slobbering over his cock as if it was your favourite treat, couldn’t get enough of the man towering over you.

“m’gonna cum- fuck!” he yelled, voice cracking as his hand flew to the back of your head, pushing you down on him with no regard for your breathing or comfort, stuffed full of him and there’s nothing you loved more as he shallowly fucked up into your mouth as if you were nothing more than a toy in that moment, something to satisfy him, to use to empty his balls in to, it had your stomach churning with complete ecstasy.

leon was panting like an animal, his dirty blonde hair tousled, stray strands sticking to the sweat building up on his forehead as he spews out more curses and hoarse moans as the wood cabinet behind him creaked and slammed back against the wall, his hips jutted messily, the sounds of your gagging and the saliva bouncing off the four walls.

“oh, oh, take it, fucking take it..” he breathlessly puffed out, followed by a loud groan and you soon felt the rush of his cum fill your mouth, coating your tongue and past your throat, trying your best not to make more of a mess of yourself and choke.

his hips were still moving on their own, only calming when he got to sensitive, hissing and easing himself, hand relaxing from your head as he admired his work of you, lips swollen, wet with spit and his cum, cheeks puffy and your nose the cutest shade of red, he was mentally snapping pictures to store in his memory.

you were spent, jaw aching and hand coming up to rub your poor throat, “shit, sorry baby..” he laughed, a little embarrassed at how carried away he got, “just felt so good.” he groaned dreamily, head knocking back as he already replayed it out in his mind.

“i’ll make it up to you sweetheart, i swear.”

[mothhball]

SANGUINEOUS

JONATHAN CRANE X VAMPIRE!FEM!READER

summary Jon takes the time to feed his pet

warnings SMUT!! PET PLAY, sub!reader, p in v, unprotected, dom/sub themes, injury, blood drinking, pet names for reader (pet, good girl), death mention, reader kinda ate (literally)

notesI had Nolanverse in mind while writing, but there's not much description of him lmao. Also, this was supposed to be the pet play entry for kinktober but 😬 my bad, whoops

! MINORS DNI !

event masterlist • main masterlist • taglist • kofi word count: 1.6k

The floor felt cold beneath you, sending a shiver down your spine as you watched him with bated breath, waiting for a command, a word of praise, anything.

There was a fire in your eyes, never waning, never dying. You’d outlast his life tenfold, and he knew it as well, but that wasn’t a conversation for nights like these. No, on nights like these, he’d make you crawl, gloved hands and stockinged knees. A predator, adorned with lace and silk and a collar around your neck.

Two truths made up the foundation of this peculiar relationship.

Firstly, both of you knew that you could easily destroy him. Tear him to pieces until he'd be little more than disassembled flesh and bone. Until the sweet essence of his body would cover you in brilliant, scarlet rivulets.

But secondly and more importantly, you both knew that he'd trained you well enough so you wouldn't.

As much as you held the power of life and death within your palm, Jonathan held the leash that kept you tethered to his side. A snarling, exotic pet that bent to his will.

And exactly this predicament was what got you addicted in the first place.

The sensation of kneeling; of obeying. The delicious humiliation of submitting to what was supposed to be prey. The lust in his eyes always mirrored your own, because as much as he liked to lead and own, you desired to follow and be possessed.

“Jonathan,” you rasped, fixing him with gleaming, insatiable eyes from where you knelt before him. The clicking of his tongue betrayed his disapproval, but there was no ire in his eyes. No, the icy blue of his irises was almost completely eclipsed by his blown-out pupils, darkened with a need that only you could satiate.

“Pets don’t speak, do they?”

Your jaw clenched at that, lips pulling down into a frustrated pout, which only caused him to chuckle lowly. His pointer finger flexed, silently commanding you to get closer to where he was seated on the edge of his workbench. Of course, you knew what he kept in those sickly green vials and syringes. You knew from the second he stumbled upon you that fateful night, mistaking you for a helpless little thing he could use to test his latest concoction.

It was only when you revealed your nature that the tables turned instantly. In hindsight, you were happy that you didn’t rip his throat open; that you took the time to see him for what he was. Now, you were monsters of two different kinds, toying with each other in ways that made your skin crawl delightfully.

You followed the gesture of his finger, breath hitching as he hooked it into the metal ring of your collar and yanked you even closer and up on your knees, cheek resting on his thigh.

“You’re famished, aren’t you, pet?” he said, regarding you with a haughty smile that caused your insides to shiver with need. You didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Jonathan knew the telltale signs of your vampiric hunger; could tell by your posture, the lacking health of your hair, and dull skin.

He hummed, thumb caressing your jaw as he kept his eyes on your ruby ones. Then, he patted his lap with his free hand.

“Up.”

The bell on your collar jingled as you got settled in his lap, straddling his thighs and shifting to get comfortable. Jonathan allowed it, surprisingly patient for a man who adored the marks that a little rough treatment would leave on your body. But for now, he just watched as you got situated, his fingers idly tracing patterns over your hip, which caused goosebumps to spread beneath his touch. Once you were finally settled, he brushed the back of his hand over your cheek and then higher up to adjust the plush cat ears on the top of your head. Something you used to pretend to hate. Fortunately, Jonathan was stubborn enough to insist on them time and time again. Until you gave in and openly started to enjoy the little accessories and trinkets.

“Good girl,” he praised softly, grabbing the back of your neck.

Your eyes were fixed on his nimble hands as he undid his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Instantly, your attention was caught by the steady thrumming of his pulse beneath his skin. The mere thought of his velvety blood on your tongue already made you salivate. A willing morsel.

“No. Focus.”

His voice and the tightening grip on your nape released you from your momentary trance, and you swallowed thickly. “You know the drill.”

His cock was already hard by the time he freed himself from the confines of his slacks. Obediently as ever, you raised your hips and allowed him to pull your panties down and carelessly toss them aside.

With how quickly you were complying, one might’ve thought your years of immortality were about to catch up to you. But it was the hunger that drove the urgency of your movements. Hunger that felt like a black hole in the pit of your stomach. A hole that only the rich, sanguine lifeblood of your master could fill.

Jonathan’s free hand crept up the inside of your thigh at an agonizing snail’s pace, taking far too long for your liking until his fingertips dipped between the glistening folds of your pussy. Fleeting pleasure. Far too little to please, yet too much to stay still. Your needy whine earns yourself a tug on your hair.

“Behave,” he warned, rubbing slow circles around your clit. Jonathan let go of your hair again, unbuttoning his shirt more and more to properly expose his shoulder. You almost bit your own tongue at the sight. The faintest visible throb of his heartbeat, the healthy flush on his pale complexion; arousal, excitement.

And a hint of fear.

Terror beneath rose-tinted glasses.

It was an exercise of restraint as he made you sink down on his length, stretching you open around his cock. The appetizer to the impending main course.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, breath heavy and hands grasping onto the flesh of your hips as he looked up at you. Eyes full of need. Of reverence and trepidation.

And then, Jonathan dipped his head back to bare his throat to his most favorite pet.

“Feed.”

Your mouth was on his throat within seconds as you pounced like the predator you were. Tongue lapping at his skin, you felt the steady beat of his heart as you licked a stripe up the column of his neck. And then you sunk your teeth into his flesh. Deeply.

The man beneath you flinched, his grip tightening on you as a pained groan slipped past his rosy lips. The initial bite always hurt. But what followed was the sweetest pleasure. His eyelids fluttered shut as you began to swallow gulps of his blood, drinking him like the most exquisite wine.

Jonathan had to pull himself together, gritting his teeth to focus as he began to thrust up into you, fulfilling his own carnal desires. Quickly taking the hint, you followed along to his rhythm, meeting every roll of his hips with one of your own.

Moaning with a mouthful of blood, your hands found their way into his hair, desperately tugging and pulling as your mind started to blank. Debased, bouncing in the lap of your master, you were less than and more than human at the same time.

A creature tamed by pleasure.

As Jonathan slowly started to become light-headed, his fingers curled into the back of your collar to pull you off of him, and after one more flick of your tongue against the wound, you released his flesh from between your fangs.

Both of you were panting and whimpering, working up to a desperate climax that was rapidly approaching. Jonathan’s blood was smeared across your parted lips, rolling down your chin and throat in beautiful runlets, and disappearing in the valley between your breasts. If this were the last thing he’d ever see, Jonathan was sure he could die a happy death.

But not now.

Right now, he was alive, and his thrusts sped up as he neared the edge. Despite the loss of blood, his pulse sounded even louder in his ears, and you could hear it as well.

Gritting his teeth, he reached down your bodies to rub your clit with his thumb, determined to push you over the edge first. It’s what any good owner would do.

The filthy moan he got from you in response was reward enough for him, and even in this state, he still managed to grin up at you as your face twisted with pleasure. Grabbing onto his shoulders, your back arched as you came, whimpering and choking out noises with your face tilted towards the ceiling.

Jonathan’s pace only quickened, emboldened by the sight of your trembling form and the exquisite clenching of your slick folds around his cock. Even as you began to squirm, his thumb kept circling your clit.

“No. No, don’t pull away. Don’t be greedy, pet. Let me have this– “ His voice was strained, hissed out from between bared teeth as the bucking of his hips grew more erratic.

One more thrust. And then another. And he finally, finally succumbed to the bliss of his own climax. Jonathan cursed under his breath, pulling your body flush against his to get to your shoulder, where he sank his own teeth into your skin. Or, well, tried to. Aside from the dull pain, he didn’t do any damage.

His bite would leave a bruise; yours would leave a scar. One of many.

And neither of you would ever want it any other way.

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Bloodstain.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to past Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader; Rukia, Ichigo and Renji;

Format: multi-chapers story;

General warnings for the following chapters: nsfw, age gap between Sosuke and the reader (who is twenty-three years old), post TYBW events, solitude, touch-starved Aizen, possible spoilers, mention to hook-ups, vaginal sex, use of alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, marking the partner, breeding kink, rough sex, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, accidental pregnancy, protective Aizen, struggling with emotions, mutual pining, self-doubting, domestic fluff, conflict with the Central 46, mention to violence and gore;

Warnings for this chapter: mention to war, casual hook-up between Shuhei and the reader, use of alcohol, self-deprecating behavior, fainting, mention to pregnancy;

Plot: With Yhwach’s defeat, you can finally go back to your ordinary life in the World of the livings, or so you thought. Staying in the Soul Society for another day to attend the celebration of the glorious victory over the Sternritters did not sound that bad, until you crossed paths with your recent fling. Drinking too much to forget about it, you end up falling at the feet of your greatest source of distress: Aizen Sosuke.

MASTERLIST | PROLOGUE | TO THE NEXT CHAPTER

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧.

People chattering about unimportant matters, taking swigs of saké, finally enjoying the gentle breeze of a summer night without drawing their blades to defend their lives were delightfully comforting. The Seireitei was gradually going back to restore its former beauty. Some buildings were still undergoing renovations, the injured soldiers and Captains were still recovering from the fierce battles they had fought, but that night people were, at least, leaving their barracks and homes to enjoy the jollifications of Yhwach's downfall.

No more battlecries and bloodcurdling screams of agony echoed through the streets, replaced by the unmistakable glee of a crowd of people who had survived the brutality of a war no one was prepared for. There was hope twinkling in the eyes of the kids playing around the Soul Society, looking for the officers who had saved their lives to thank them and proudly announcing they were soon going to enroll at the Academy. Their parents, injured and tired, watched them from afar, not frightened anymore by the idea of a Sternritter slicing their heads off of their shoulders.

You faintly smiled, your eyes searching for your friends to join them. You were pretty sure you had caught a glimpse of Renji's crimson hair in your peripheral, but you had been dragged in the opposite direction by the human tide marching towards the drinking stalls.

Perhaps, you should have accepted Rukia's suggestion to spend the day at the Kuchiki Estate and attending the festival together. Yet, the idea of bumping into her stolid, grumpy brother, who tended to pop out of no where and make you regret stepping into his manor every single time you wandered through the intricate corridors of his mazy house, sounded unappealing back then.

Still, the perspective of being humiliated by Byakuya's paternalistic way of chiding you did not seem that awful now that you were literally adrift and in need of assistance to find your way out of the flood of drunk and dancing people surrounding you.

You were genuinely frustrated, head whipping around erratically, yearning to spot a familiar face. Apparently, you were destined to spend the night alone. Or so you thought.

Hands sliding down your hips and dragging you out of the crowd made you both let out a pathetic screech and almost draw your blade. The risk of accidentally slashing someone, though, worked as a deterrent to unsheathe your zanpakuto and therefore you resolved on the self-defence lessons you had received from Urahara. Swinging your right arm on your right, you tried to backhand your kidnapper across the jaw. Missing your target, you scoffed and, when your feet touched the ground again, you were determined to knock your aggressor down.

His hand promptly wrapping around your ankle the moment your foot tried to hit his side, prevented you two from spending a most likely awkward night in the Fourth Division's hospital wing. Now, face to face with the stranger, your jaw went slack and you were glad he decided to break the ice first. Out of everyone you could run into, of course you had to meet your most recent fling.

"We need to stop meeting like that" Shuhei jested, cocking his head to the side upon letting go of your ankle and granting you the chance to lower your leg.

Your parted lips closed, hands tugging the hem of your skirt down, whilst the angles of your lips lifted in a soft smile "Definitely" you agreed, nodding your head and raising your hands apologetically.

"I think you owe me a 'thank you, Lieutenant Hisagi'. Maybe also a kiss, or two to idolatrize me like I deserve, you know?" he bantered, folding his arms against his chest, his dark grey eyes vainly attempting to fathom the layers of your mind .

But you both knew there was only one person around who could do that and, surely, it was not Shuhei Hisagi.

You scrunched up your nose and waved your hand at him dismissively, mentally cursing yourself for not having cleared things out between you two before the commotion caused by the war. How could you, though? With you living in the World of the livings and being a university student with a part-time job at Urahara's shop, you did not have much time left to visit the Soul Society.

On the other hand, Shuhei was always swamped with work and dealing with his new Captain was decidedly a challenge. After that one-night stand you had a couple of months ago, when you offered him a place to stay to spend the night after a mission in Karakura, you had not talked about your relationship anymore. What were you two? Allies and friends aside, obviously.

"There's no need to gloat. I'm not a damsel in distress. I would have found my way out of there anyway. — you replied, a tinge of feigned annoyance in your voice as you shot an arrogant look at him — Sorry about it, but no kisses tonight" you added, right before you heard someone calling out your name at your back.

You glanced above your shoulder quickly, eyes landing on Rukia and your younger step-brother, Ichigo, waving at you enthusiastically. It was refreshing seeing them smile again after everything you all had been through. It still felt surreal.

Shuhei followed your gaze, quirking a dark eyebrow up resignedly. Another day wasted in trying to figure you out, another chance to confess his feelings evaporating before his eyes.

"Just tonight? What about tomorrow?" he asked you, a small grin crossing his lips as you felt cold sweat collect on the back of your neck. He was undoubtedly giving it his best shot.

"You are persistent. The war changed you, I see" you commented, avoiding his question as you always did.

"I know what I want now. Or better, who I want".

His words caused you to falter, lips parting as you let the implications of his assertion sink in. He wanted you, he had really just thrown his intentions at your face and left you with the burden of making such a decision over a night, letting it weigh on your shoulders at the worst moment possible. Maybe you deserved it: striving and ripping your heart out of your chest, while everyone else cheered and celebrated the incoming years of peace and stability, was nothing but the law of retaliation you had ended up subjecting yourself to with your evasive way of handling love-issues.

You swallowed forcefully, but before you could even pronounce his name again, Ichigo's voice pierced your ears again and you shrugged in defeat, taking some lumpish steps back to join your crew.

"I really should go. See you tomorrow, okay?" you stated way too quickly for your own likings, hoping he would drop the topic for the time being.

Shuhei nodded his head at you, hands raising to give you the thumbs-up "No problem" he reassured you, but you could tell he yearned to spend more time talking with you. His gaze was longing for more than a frivolous chit-chat, just like it did that infamous night spent in talking on the small balcony of your flat, among the bittersweet scent of peonies.

You two had an undeniable connection. But it was not enough for you. It would have never been enough, because you had, much to your dismay, molded your standards over the worst person ever. You refused to even say his name, to add another problem to deal with to your already plagued mind, even if you had to admit you had not been able to get him out of your head since you crossed paths again on the battlefield a few days ago.

That man, your nemesis, the achetype of everything you should have viscerally hated, was undeniably the only one who knew what secrets your eyes harboured. Your relationship with him was far from being healthy.

It was the antonym of healthy, actually.

A public enemy, an emotionally unavaiable man with a pretty evident god complex could never be able to show empathy to anyone, not even to himself. Surprisingly, though, your interactions had always been quite inspiring. Who was this man? A brilliant genius gone bad, alone, utterly alone. It was infuriating how he could read your mind the same way he read your body language during a fight. Drawn to him, you wondered why you had always had such a low sense of self-preservation and found yourself enticed by unreliable men with a debatable scheme of things.

"Gosh, what did Shuhei tell you? You look distraught" Rukia noted, furrowing her brows.

"Distraught? You've been way too kind. She looks more like a cantankerous granny who got rolled over by a car" Ichigo interjected, earning a kick in the shins by the short shinigami.

Or, as you loved to call her, his biggest 'what if'.

Fixing your attitude, you forcefully smiled, shrugging it off with a nod "Oh, it's nothing! I haven't slept well in that Inn. — you partially lied, albeit your back agreed with your complaint — It's more like I'm not used to sleep on the floor" you added, as the three of you took what you assumed was a short-cut to the village square.

"I will pretend to buy your words. Frankly, just because I heard there's a stall selling plushies of Chappy and I intend to purchase the limited edition one" Rukia saved you, tugging at the hem of Ichigo's sleeve to drag him along and leave you some space to clear out your mind.

You were glad Rukia had seen it in your eyes. You would have caught up with them later on. For the time being, all you needed was a distraction. A distraction in the form of saké and candy floss, to be precise. A weird mix, way too sugary and disgusting, but with your head in the clouds and your heart sinking into a sea of sorrow you did not feel like self-deprecating about your eating habits.

Distancing yourself from the jolly atmosphere around you sounded like a good idea and you therefore decided to venture towards the old barracks. You did not pay much attention to where you were going, your feet led you up through a wooden staircase, your hands occupied by your snacks, as you kept on brooding over your shortcomings. On top of that stood your inability of trying to be happy, for once.

"Fuck it all, fuck me and fuck him" you grumbled, gulping down the alcohol in search for a magical solution to your problem.

You were soon spent, the taste of the saké mixed with sugar left such a syrupy taste indulging on your tongue that you almost felt like puking. The Moon was no longer shining up above, ominous and dark clouds gathered on the horizon, ironically matching your mood. Not long after the first thunder rolled out in the distance, a droplet of water splashed onto the tip of your nose and you pouted. Rain. It was raining.

You could not make it back to your room at the Inn to find shelter and you were way too far from your friends's quarters to make it in time before it began to pour. Also, how would you have made it there in the first place, when you kept on stumbling on your feet and your vision was beginning to get blurry?

Cussing under your breath, you glanced at the doors at your right. No officers were there, or at least so you had been told. The idea of getting soaked not to barge in and wait for you to sober up out in the rain did not even crossed your mind for a second. Marching towards one of the doors, you sighed and raised your hand to slide it open. Your grip on the jug, thoug, loosened, your hands trembling all of a sudden making you frown, as the sound of pottery shattering into a million splinters made you flinch. How did it happen? Were you really that far gone?

What you did not expect, though, was for your knees to buckle as the wave of a familiar reiatsu hit you with such a force to make your rotula ungraciously hit the floor. You were drunk, there was no doubt about it, but you were not hallucinating. Your wary eyes flicked up, the sharp jawline of the man you had been cursing for years and longing for blessing your vision like a lucid dream. The eye-patch, the way his lips curled into a cocky grin upon watching you struggle onto the floor, even his posture gave away the fact that it was not a trick your mind was playing on you.

He was there, a palm away from you.

You gawked, the tall man in front of you peering down at you like someone who was inspecting a wounded animal at their doorway with unbridled curiosity. There you were, unable to move a muscle, out of your mind and puzzled by his presence. He was not supposed to be there.

"Fancy meeting you here" he chimed, hands behind his back, as he leaned forward just enough to make sure your eyes were staring deeply into his shimmering caramel one.

Your mouth had gone dry, it felt like chalk, a million of questions popping into your mind one after the other made your head spin. You were supposed to talk, to say something, to stand up and leave but all you did was whispering a name, his name.

"Sosuke" your vision darkening, as you eventually slumped down at his feet with a thud, unable to withstand the stress and his reiatsu in the poor state you were in.

How he had missed the way you, only you out of everyone, called him by his first name, even if he had almost killed your step-brother and your beloved father. There was no way he was going to leave you, the potential form of entertainment at hand, stay out there alone, unconscious, and miss his opportunity to get under your skin as he always had done.

“Pitiful” he uttered, rolling you over your back with his foot and bending down to hook his hands underneath your armpits to drag you inside the warm room.

You two could not know it back then, but this was the first link in a chain leading to a series of unfortunate events that were going to inevitably end in only one way. The day you were going to hold a pregnancy test in your hand, standing on the threshold of Kisuke’s shop, staring at him with a dumbfounded expression on your face, was not that far.

AUTHOR NOTE.

My dear readers, I am honored to finally introduce you to my Aizen Sosuke fan fiction. I had been thinking about this for months. I still have no idea of how many chapters long it will be. Stick around and find out yourselves. All I know is that the next chapter is going to be shameless filth. The same story will be uploaded on my Wattpad profile under the username of @/muzansfangs. As per usual, likes, comments and, mostly, re-posts are greatly appreciated.

Love, Luce ✨

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