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SOMEONE CALL THE AMBULANCE BECAUSE I'M DYING THIS IS SO AWESOME AND SO SWEET OH GOD OH GOD OH THANK YOU THANKK YYOOOOUUUUUUUU RRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
tried drawing stain for the first time itâs for @bread-is-my-life :DD
#reblogs#stainmight#stain mha#*slams the table a million times* RHSHAGSHHAHHAHAH WWAAAAAAAAASDSDHDHDHDHHDHJXJXJSJJSJSHSHHSHSH#I'M SHAKING I'M LITERALLY SHAKING DUDE GOSH FUCK#THIS IS SO SO- *explods*#I'M LITERALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF LESSON AND I'M TRYING NOT TO SCREAM IN THE TOP OF MY LUNGS#MY HEART IS RACING SO MUCH I MIGHT ACTUALLY FAINT/SRS#WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIIIINNNN#FIRST TIME DRAWING HIM AND IT'S ALREADY SO GOOD- LOOK AT HIIIMMMM#THE STYLIZATION GOES CRAZY LOOK AT HIS SPUKY HAIR AND SCARF AND#I LOVE HOW YOU DREW HIS FACE SHAPE#AND HIS EYES IS JUST *MWAH* A CHEF'S KISS#LOOK AT THE SHADING *slams the table* THE SHADINGGGG#HE LOOKS STRAIGHT OUT OF THOSE DARK ADULT COMICS#HE IS SO SERIOUS AND THEN YOU LOOK ON WHAT HE IS THINKING AND I'M JUST#THE STYLE BEING SO SPIKY AND WITH SHARP ANGLES AND THEN THIS LIL GUY BEING SO SQUICHY OMGG#HE LOOKS LIKE A VERY CRUNCHY COOKIE CAN I JUST- *eats him whole*#HIS EYES AND CHEEKS AHHAHSHHDHDHFHD THE âOVERZEALOUS LOVE LETTERâ đđđ#ALL HIS THOUGHTS BEING ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT GRHRHHDHHDHDHD#I'M JUST- JUST- *falls over and DIES*#the lil *sniff* the lil guy in the corner saying lov ur posts...#MY HEAAAARTTTTTTT#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I'M ABOUT TO RUN OUT OF TAGS#I NEED TO SCREAM SO MUCH BUT ALL I CAN DO RN IS WRITE IN CAPS#OP *shakes you violently* THANK YOU SO MUCH I WILL TREASURE THIS DRAWING AND PLACE IT IN A VERY SPECIAL CORNER OF MY HEART#I WILL LOOK AT IT EVERYDAY AND UGLY SOB HAPPILY#I CAN'T BELIEVE I MOTIVATED YOU TO DRAW STAIN BRO HE LOOKS SO GOOD#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING HIM I HOPE YOU WILL DRAW MORE OF HIM BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR ART STYLE AND YOU ARE VERY AWESOME SAUCE#I WILL TRY AND DRAW YOU SOMETHING TOO BECAUSE GOSH THE WORDS AREN'T ENOUGH TO THANK YOU
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what if the strawhats had different roles on the shipâď¸ i swapped everyoneâs roles except for luffy because i canât imagine him being anything but the captain
these are loose redesigns since their canon designs donât really read as their roles all that much to begin with. some extra doodles and ideas for this in the cut !!
nami, vice captain: i took a lot of inspiration from her beta design!! canon nami already bosses everyone around so she fits right into the role. she wields an extendable staff (usopp still makes it for her); she lost her arm over the time-skip like how zoro lost his eye. i LOVE drawing cargo pants and boots, so she ended up with a sorta bottom-heavy design. frankly itâs probably not her style but i like how she looks
zoro, the cook: my foolproof logic is zoro uses swords = good with knives. he does not use katanas to cut produce however, just normal knives. i was trying to go for âsweaty ramen guyâ with the towel around his neck. the majority of the shit he cooks would probably be drowned in alcohol. he also wears his bandana the majority of the time now!! it completes the ramen guy look
sanji, the sniper: i also took inspiration from his beta design for this!!! he has guns!! and perfect aim of course. i was going for more of a mafioso look so germa 66 would be like, a mafia organization on top of all the other villain shit they already do. he has two guns but i didnât draw a holster bc thatâs annoyingđ¤ he lights his cigarettes with his guns. how would that even work? donât ask me
usopp, the navigator: his artistic talent lends itself to creating perfect maps! he also still tinkers, making namiâs staff as well as having a specialty for compasses. he uses a slingshot still (no perfect aim we gotta nerf him) and shoots weather-related projectiles. his goggles serve as binoculars, they can zoom to several different distances. i drew him in his zou outfit purely bc itâs my favorite one
chopper, the helmsman: he would predominately use heavy point while maneuvering the wheel. i changed his hat up to look more like a sailorâs cap, with an anchor symbol instead of an X. to be honest i donât have much else bc helmsman doesnât bring much to my mind :(
franky, the musician: ROCK N ROLL BABY YEEAHHH come on his stage presence is unmatched. heâs still a cyborg, he has instruments all over his body like apoo does but they were installed manually. his personality changes depending on what genre heâs playing but rock n roll is his default B) (ex. classical calls for a refined gentleman)
robin, the shipwright: her devil fruit gives her as many helpful hands as she needs! she developed namiâs arm (definitely installed some random shit she did Not ask for). she has a robot mecha that sheâs able to pilot all by herself using clones. i changed her orange sunglasses to goggle eyewear
brook, the doctor: the irony of being nursed back to health by a literal skeleton đthe irony of being the doctor of the rumbar pirates yet being the only survivor, saving no one from the poison đ i went for a plague doctor look! IM VERY HAPPY WITH HOW HE TURNED OUT i was really tempted to give him the plague mask too, but i feel that wouldâve changed his appearance too much compared to the others
jinbei, the archaeologist: the shape of this man demands a little pair of round glasses on his face. heâs an intellectual i tell you!!! plus still a fishman karate master. the history of joyboy and fishman island being so intertwined is how he developed an interest in history
#i would love to make more doodles of this but i donât have the time nor energy rn oops#one piece#art#ei98 art#one piece usopp#nico robin#one piece fanart#franky one piece#nami#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#sanji#one piece brook#one piece jinbe#tony tony chopper#role swap au
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OUGHHHRHGHHHHH MY LITTLE ASSHOLE FUCKS (and bessie little angel bessie)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUGH THEY'RE SO PRETTY IN YOUR STYLE... watch out with cookin fish in a microwave he could explode like an egg
i am putting your little guys in my mental microwave @spotsupstuff
#others' art#rw#favs#oc tag#oc: fish inside a birdcage#oc: old man shawn#oc: the seafarer#oc: the tinkerer#aight. -cocks compliment gun-#STARS above your shading is WONDERFUL you did SHADED PIECES- oh just you wait. i finish this stinkin post thats been hanging in my drafts-#-for a month n ill be comin back for you and FAM again i cannot just let this slide- itd be immoral of me đ WHOLE SHADED PIECES GODS ABOVE#the shading on the first one- just- ough ough ough... i ADORE the boldness of the light the strength of it. the way fish looks so holy like#-that... finally ridden of the 'bullied by squidcadas that lame nerd bitch' status... impossible became possible for once#AND DO I SEE CORRECTLY DID YOU MAKE HIS HEAD FIN ANTENNA THING SEE THROUGH????? OH MY FUCKIN GODS!!!!!!!!! OH MY GODS THATS SO BEAUTIFUL#you made him look like an iterator-sona for a wheel/karma flower im going to cry i love that so much my brain is gon explode#that plays SO well into his themes and things imma stim so hard ill fly to the moon. i gotta see if i can pull that off as well now#FUCKIN SHAWN I DIDNT EXPECT SHAWN OF ALL SCAV OCS IVE MADE I DIDNT EXPECT THE BAKED GRANDPA livin his best life with local hatchiegirl...#u drew bessie so wonderfully too lookit that girl shes so Chonky. that lil blep is everything when i think about it actually...#SEAF seaf is so aggressively macho im gonna yell /pos what a man. this is the ideal male body yes. peak performance. he could-#-clock a leviathan. that shit would Evaporate. im such a fan of the fur/hair details on his body that pleases my eyeball so much#AND the last one- tinktink looks like a fuckin Entity.. fishs bomb-crafting sleep paralysis demon friend KLVDJSGLKSDM#you shaped her so cozily i just kinda wanna pick her up spin her around and then hug her ough đ shes like a Plushie.....#AND FISHS FACE IN THE LAST PIC I KEEP LAUGHING ABOUT IT he looks so concerned. 'hm. hrmmn.... i think i sense a disturbance in the force.'#the disturbance in question is the 40% chance of unexplainable explosion just waiting to happen right in their faces#i do also really wanna praise how you drew fishs hands your style of hands and mine for the iterators seems so different but you still did-#-such a great job there more or less mimicking mine! its amazing!!!!!#im very honored that youve decided to draw them! you are an awesome artist n ngl i didnt expect this lsdkgjslkdkjg thank you đ
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sleepy mornings with suguru
âcâmon we have to get up.â
sunlight peeked through your half closed curtains, the liquid gold painting your exposed skin in the warmth geto gave you whenever you were in his presence. you attempted to cover your eyes from it since you already were going blind from your horrible eyesight that suguru would always tease you about.
(he would then later tell you in bed how it was a joke and he wasnât making fun of you. you would then smile and tell him that you knew, his small doubts sending a flutter to your heart that was practically beating outside your chest)
shoko and gojo would constantly talk about how you and geto were complete opposites all the time. how he was the sunlight that everyone would be trying to get in pictures and how you were the night sky that he would disappear into.
(it was supposed to be somewhat of an insult to geto as he would always be teased about how he was so much softer around you. but he took it as a compliment as he truly felt like he could be himself around you)
âwake up.â
you groan for the fifth time in the past minute, you both had slept in for the past three days as you the two of you didnât have work. but it got to a point where you most literally wouldnât leave the bed, as much as you werenât a morning person you had to take some control over your zombie body.
and zombie boyfriend.
âmâtired angel go back to sleep.â he groaned, turning over to your side and attempting to rest his head on your chest as you pushed him off. you rolled your eyes and tried to rub the tiredness out of them, âwe all sing.â you referenced to that one video of victoria justice that would make geto cringe as you would cry out laughter which would make tears fall out of his eyes at your reaction to his facial expression. âclose your eyes.â geto slapped his hands over your eyelids and attempted to close them as you giggled.
âiâm not sleepy sugu, we need to-.â
his big arms immediately wrapped you up in a giant bear hug, trapping you towards his body while your face met his chest and his chin meeting the top of your head. âgetooo.â you groaned as he let out a laugh, his husky voice dripping like honey into your veins and slowing down your blood rushing as well as the moment. âi rarely get these with you so letâs just relax a bit, yeah?â he murmured into your hair, pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead.
(the same feeling heat that would make him blush rising up to your cheeks)
âyou always have me.â you say quietly, relaxing your body into his. intertwining your legs and practically sewing together your hearts even though they were at very different placements geto still felt like his heart was stitched with the colour of your eyes.
âmm i know baby, just wanna love on you right now.â suguru rubs your back soothingly, slowly and gently as you sigh in content; your eyes drooping down as he snaked a hand underneath your t shirt and drew shapes that you were too tired to guess on the curves of your hips. âlove you.â you sleepily mutter, your breathing slowing down as you couldnât fight off the drowsiness. âdonât say you love me more or iâll haunt you in your dreams.â suguru nods while fighting off a laugh. you yawn as his heartbeat fades out as you fall into a deep slumber.
âi love you most angel.â
#geto suguru#jjk geto#geto x reader#geto x you#jjk#jjk fluff#fluff#jjk x reader#jjk suguru#suguru fluff#getou suguru x y/n#jujutsu kaisen suguru#blurb#short fiction#getou suguru x reader
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Inside Your Heart
Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader
Summary: After a difficult mission, August returns to you like a man possessed.
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI!!, established relationship, explicit content, piv, unprotected sex, cockwarming, basically toe-curling smut.
âGood, youâre so good to me love...yes, love, yes..." August drawled against your ear, his voice a sensual caress.
You lay half-draped across his body, your hair spilling over his chest. He held you close, one strong arm wrapped under your knee, opening you to him completely so he could slide the swollen shaft of his cock inside you. Together, you moved slowly, savoring every moment of your reunion.
You could only whimper as he fucked you with excruciating patience, reaching so deep inside you that you shook with longing. Again and again he teased you. Staying deep, oh so deep. You felt amazing, but you were impatient.
He had returned from his mission and kissed you with savage need, tearing away your clothes. Heâd taken you straight to bed, holding you close, keeping you lodged to his cock while he kissed and caressed you endlessly. He seemed determined to drive you mad with longing, nudging deeper inside you while kissing and whispering against your neck. His other hand cradled your body and cupped and fondled your breast, tugging at your oversensitive nipple.
âAugust, stop that and move, please,â you wiggled desperately but he remained moveless, rooted deep inside you, his fat dick stretching you deliciously.
âShhhâŚâ He licked across your neck. âI want to savor you.â
You took a quick breath, your fingers grabbing the cotton bedsheets. âDrive me mad you meanââ
Gently, he slapped your clit and you moaned and squeezed his cock tighter. âIâll give you my load but only after I decide itâs time.â
âYouâve made me come three times already, August come on,â you tried to tempt him by squeezing your pussy walls around him but he didnât catch the bait.
He smiled, his perfect white teeth flashing. âI have to prolong it, love. If it were possible, I would have this go on forever.â He delved out of your depths only to give a slick thrust that buried him to the hilt inside you.
You groaned, stars floating in your vision.
He devoured your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth. âForever inside you while you squeeze and drench me with your love.â
He bent down and took a pink nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it. His mustache chaffed you. You were red all over from his touches. You gasped when he fondled the other breast, nipping at the bud, his huge palm shaping the roundness of it.
âNow be a good girl and come for me,â he said, his hand reaching down to stroke your clit.
One, two, three gentle strokes and you shattered, your whole frame shaking with ecstasy. He kept you anchored to his cock the whole time, not thrusting, kissing your face and whispering how good it felt to be inside you, how perfectly you were squeezing his cock, how precious you were, how beautiful and loved.
âThe most glorious woman in the world,â he said huskily against the shell of your ear, âmy woman, coming hard for me, my perfect little love. Feels good?â he asked, his thumb gently delving across the swollen lips of your sex that were stretched over his aching cock.
You nodded fervently, so blissful.
And then he started to move, finally giving you what you wanted.
His hips undulated, snapping repeatedly as he fucked you in earnest. He drew back, watching as he exited your depths, his length covered in your juices, then snapped back inside. He kept a wicked rhythm. Snapping fast and then slowly, giving you steady measured thrusts that made your eyes roll back in your head.
Head relaxing into the crook of his shoulder, you rocked against him. Grunting powerfully, he grabbed under both of your knees, spread them open and pistoned into you. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and both your moans were only sounds in your bedroom. The scents of salt and sex were thick in the air.
He fucked you like a man possessed, his grunts loud and frantic, jolting your body with each pump.
Locking eyes with you, he buried himself balls deep and erupted, spurting rope after rope of cum inside you. His huge body trembled violently, desperate moans leaving him as he kissed you hungrily while rubbing your clit maniacally. Your toes curled, your eyes closing tightly and you climaxed with sobbing cries. You felt his shaft pumping, the veins throbbing as he filled you to the brim.
When the pleasure waned, he was still inside you, softening extremely slowly. Keeping you locked together, he moved your bodies to the side, his arms resting protectively around you. You winced when you felt the telltale tickle of his seed down your ass. Even with him inside you, it was always too much.
Sighing in satisfaction, August drew one hand along the pale curve of your thigh. You arched back into him, reaching for his hand. Your fingers intertwined, his big and rough hand against your small, smooth one. You played with his palm then brought his hand against your mouth, kissing each finger. He sighed your name and you smiled.
âYou overdid it today,â you said, looking back at him. His hair was tousled, his lips swollenânot as much as yours, you guessedâbut it was pleasing to see him roughened and flushed from your lovemaking.
He kissed you, his tongue tracing the plump fullness of your lips. âIâm sorry. I missed you.â
âDifficult mission?â You asked, your fingers weaving with his. Sometimes he returned home with the weight of the mission pressing heavily on his shoulders, making love to you like a man possessed.
âThey threatened to harm you,â August began, his voice strained. âIt was an empty threat, I knew it. I knew you were safe but when they threatened to hurt you, it⌠it broke something inside me. I lost control. I thought of nothing but finishing them off and coming to you.â
Your heart ached for him. August always appeared so hard and unbending, brutal even, but his heart was gentle and fragile.
Slowly, you turned around. His shaft slipped from you, softened now and he made a grimace, missing the feel of you. You cupped his neck and he squeezed you against him, your nipples brushing his chest. You caressed his neck then ghosted your lips over the pulse of his neck.
âThat must have been terrifying, my love.â You embraced him, arms and legs wrapping around him, your fingers rubbing small circles to comfort him. âBut Iâm alright. Iâm safe. Always will be.â
âI knowâŚâ He buried his face in your neck, smelling your rose-scented hair.
âI worry about you, too,â you mumbled, trailing your fingers over his mustache. âEvery time you go out there, I fear for your safety.â
He gazed at you, his eyes misty, vulnerable. âI promise, no matter what happens, Iâll always come back to you. No mission, no enemy will keep me from you.â
âAnd Iâll always be here, waiting for you,â you kissed him, smiling. âWeâll face these fears together. Okay?â
âYes maâam,â he hummed while readjusting himself, lining up against you. In a swift move, he thrust up, his hard cock surging inside you. Pleasure reawakening, you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.
âI want to be everywhere.â Cupping your pert round ass, he sat straight and bucked his hips up. âI want you, every single inch of you.â
You embraced him and rubbed against him. âYouâre inside my heart, August. Youâre everywhere.â
He kissed you, possessing you. His lips were demanding, brushing against yours, tongue claiming your taste.
This time, he gave you a fast and insatiable rhythm.
âYes! Yes!â You blubbered as you rode him, your clit rubbing perfectly against him. He fucked you so good and you tightened around him, sweet bliss flowing through you just in time with his release. You shouted his name, not caring about the volume or your desperate moans. Â
âThatâs. My. Good. Girl,â he panted emphasizing each word with each pump of his seed inside you. âMy anchor. My reason for everything.â
#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x you#henry cavill x y/n#henry cavill x female reader#august walker x reader#august walker x you#august walker#henry cavill smut#august walker smut#Henry Cavill oneshot#August Walker x female reader#august walker fanfiction#august walker fic#August Walker smut#august x reader#m:i6#henry cavill
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I love your writing btw! Iâve been perusing it for awhile haha- can we get cuddle headcanons for how the hoyo boyoâs cuddle? (Sunday, Argenti, Ratio, and Gallagher please? And any other ones youâd like!)
Sunday: possessive cuddles.
Probably watches over you in your sleep like a creep.
He will not let you go as you are kept caged to his chest within a firm hold as he slept peacefully.
Even as he slept, Sunday didnât like you being far away from him and prefers to keep you close to him as humanly possible.
Heâll want you to rest your tired head against his chest and coddle you in his arms all the while pressing kisses into your head and upon your face as his wings fluttered softly, bathing your face with a gentle breeze.
His little wings only fluttered when he was feeling strong emotions such as love, anger, betrayal and happiness for instance. So needless to say you constantly felt his wings flutter softly in your face but you werenât going to complain for such as cute display. That and the fact that his little wing flutters were great for when the nights got warmer, and when you didnât want to cuddle up to Sunday as much.
Not like heâd let you, seeing as how he canât stand you being a mere three inches away from him. He sleeps a lot better knowing that youâre by his side and the soft fluttering of his wings made you more than aware of that.
His preferred cuddling position is: chest rest
Argenti: this man needs to hold you against him as though he were trying to fuse your souls together. He wonât assume any other position that didnât have you pressed against one another, or touching in some way shape or form.
Heâd even press his forehead against your own while pulling you to his chest as his hands drew patters into your side and interlocking your legs either one another.
He craves the feel of your warm skin like no other.
He canât sleep without your touch at all as he feels as though half of his soul was somewhere he couldnât be.
Heâs being dramatic, youâre literally in the same bed with the smallest amount of space between the two of you.
The downside of cuddling Argenti is that sometimes youâd wake up with a face full of his ruby red hair that oddly smelt of fresh roses. But other than that cuddling with Argenti was soft, warm, comforting and it made you feel safe being in the arms of your charming knight.
His preferred cuddling position would probably be the honeymoon hug.
Gallagher:
Clingy/playful.
This man is hugging you as though you were his personal pillow/plushie.
You werenât complaining though as the man runs warm like a furnace and you got to have your face smothered into his tits. You were in heaven.
Will personally get offended when you try to move away from him.
âStop trying to escape will you? Unless youâve got to piss, then Iâm going to assume you donât want to cuddle me anymore.â Heâd say groggily as he burrows his face into your neck, playfully biting it as you tried to swat him away.
He may even try to tickle you because heâs bored or canât sleep, when in reality he just wants to hear you laugh one last time before falling asleep for real. He loves getting to be playful and affectionate with you when your both trying to find sleep. The moments shared during them were real, authentic and something to treasure for the future.
These moments were proven more precious to Gallagher when his dog then joins in on all the fun and slept at the foot of the bed.
His preferred cuddling position would be: leg cradle.
Ratio:
Average at cuddling unless heâs deep in his sleep.
Ratio looks like someone who doesnât like the feeling of another person pressed up against him in fear of contracting their stupidity like a disease. đ
The best heâll do is touch pinkies and or have your backs pressed against one another. Thatâs it.
However when heâs deep in his sleep, heâll be the big spoon and cuddle himself into your neck as his arms clutched at your waist firmly. It was cute and sweet in itâs own way, but it be best not to admit this to Ratio when heâs awake as heâll try to prove why youâre wrong.
Heâs secretly a cuddle bug but is too prideful to admit to it, obviously.
Heâs a touch staved man who denies all allegations the fact that heâs touch starved and craves your touch to an extent where he feels it borderlines embarrassment. So as a result of his prideful ways, heâs left to yearn for something he couldnât not and would not bring himself to speak up upon.
Veritas only finds comfort in seeking your touch when your fast asleep and cuddles himself into you back under the guise of being asleep, it was bound to work and work it did.
His preferred cuddling positioning would be: back to back/ spooning.
#hsr sunday x reader#hsr x you#hsr imagines#hsr imagine#hsr x reader#hsr argenti x reader#hsr dr ratio x reader#hsr gallagher x reader#honkai star rail imagines#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x you#Honkai star rail imagine#dr ratio x reader#dr ratio x you#dr ratio imagines#dr ratio imagine#argenti x reader#argenti x you#Argenti imagine#Argenti imagines#gallagher x you#gallagher x reader#gallagher imagine#gallagher imagines#veritas ratio x reader#veritas ratio x you#sunday x reader#sunday imagines#sunday imagine
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:: fratboy!chris hates to see rich!reader leave, but he loves to watch her go
chris was used to the usual attitude you threw around, choosing to deal with it as he saw fit whenever you'd get too mouthy with him or something. tonight, though, you were being particularly brattyâ huffing and puffing for what he'd deemed no reason as you sat with your back pressed against him and your butt seated on his left leg, one of his hands curled snugly on your hip.
he chose to ignore the pout on your face, wanting you to be upfront with him about your problem. his attention stayed on the other frat brothers that lounged around on the couches of the house midday, all of them talking and laughing about stupid stuff as his fingers mindlessly drew shapes on your waist. it wasn't long before one of them began rolling up, planning to have a quick sesh while they were all free.
meanwhile, you were left to watch in annoyance until you spoke up about chris' ignorance. you weren't even sure why you showed up when he'd asked you to come over, you were already annoyed. all he wanted to do was get high. it's no wonder your dad had told you to stay away from the hockey boys when you enrolled in this college; they were all a bunch of lowlife losers.
as soon as chris leaned over the coffee table to grab the joint his friend had just rolled, holding you steady as he did so, you cleared your throat, brows raised in a snobbish manner. "do you mind?" you asked, tone laced with attitude as you turned your head to look him up and down. your entitlement was seeping through, and you knew it. you weren't used to not getting what you want.
his eyes flicked to meet yours immediately, head snapping in your direction as everyone went silent. chris let out a large breath as he leaned back into his seat, the rolled drug secured between his index and thumb. "y'alright?" he asked, playing oblivious to your clear annoyance with whatever he'd done to piss you off.
you immediately shook your head, glossy lips pursing. "i guess," you lied, despite the obvious indication you weren't 'alright', "but do you really think you need another one?" your head nodded towards his hand practically waving in front of your face, thinking back to when he'd been smoking when he called you earlier.
chris squinted his eyes at you, head sinking further back into the couch as he quickly realized why you were so upset. it was rare that he'd call you over when he was sober, but whenever he did, he usually ended up getting high later on anyway. it was like an endless cycle, and he hadn't even noticed the bitter taste you were getting in your mouth because of it.
"got nothing t'do with you, does it?" he then asked, knowing it'd only serve to get further on your nervesâ but it was true. was he not allowed to say how he felt about the issue too?
with a smack of your lips, you scoffed at his response. 'unbelievable' was all you could think, and it was what you thought almost any time he'd say something so stupid. you didn't hesitate to stand from his lap, straightening out your outfit and picking up your dior purse once you'd done so. chris' expression quickly turned solemn, watching you angrily fumble to grab your things.
still, he remained seated, simply watching for a moment. he couldn't be bothered to deal with another one of your fits right now. it was only when he realized how dead serious you were that he spoke up: "c'mon, princess, don't be like that," he protested, free hand reaching out to tug at your wrist.
you scoffed again, flicking your wrist to rid yourself of his hand. that stupid fucking name - he only used it when he wanted to convince you of something. "no, m'good chris. you go ahead and have fun doing..." you looked around, handing over a judging look to each of the men seated around chris, "what you usually do."
he clicked his tongue, bringing the joint up to his lips when you began walking away. his eyes remained on you. the way your ass swayed in that leopard print skirt, a mixture of your heels and jewelry clanking and getting quieter the farther away you got from him.
finally, he heard the front door slam and he leaned his head back to exhale the smoke. "hey man, y'gonna go after her?" one of his peers finally asked, tension all throughout the group of people.
"nah, she'll come back. i'ma let her have this one."
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NOT MY ASTARION BRAIN ROT CONTINUING CUS LIKE i just got the scene where he literally says he misses seeing his face and that like he wishes he knew what he looked like and i??? WANTED SO BADLY FOR IT TO BE AN OPTION TO DRAW HIM
LIKE IMAGINE STARING AT HIM ACROSS THE BONFIRE, watching the way the light dances across his pale skin. youve been through hard times and one of the things you've learned to get through it was to draw
at first, you loathed the fact that you had to paint rich people for mere couple pieces of gold when you knew your art was worth more than that. you loathed even more that they'd upturn their posh noses at you and scoff when, truly, they knew what a treasure your art was.
now, seeing astarion, the way his white hair seemed to almost form a halo around his head, reflecting the moonbeams that graced his body, watching as he crossed his legs and meditated; you knew that you didn't regret a single second of the trials and tribulations that led you to this point.
you could finally put this agonizing skill to use. you could draw him.
and so you scrounged up some paper, an ink well, a quill; all things you'd pocketed during your adventures with the rather willful vampire.
you sat there, nib of the quill scratching against the parchment.
your art was nothing compared to the paintings you'd done before; these were mere lines and ink blots. you wished you could truly show him how beautiful he was through water color or pastels. instead, trapped in a land you barely knew, all you could do for him was this.
he had his eyes closed, of course, so you drew them from memory. strikingly red, like rubies, like blood. you didn't forget his crow's feet; you loved the way they wrinkled when he laughed. you shaped his lips, soft but rough from years of bite and chew, and formed it into his infamous mischievous grin.
his hair always seemed unruly but, drawing it now, it felt like drawing gorgeous chaos; there was an order to it, the way the bangs fell across his forehead, the way the sides feathered in front of his ears and curled behind them.
when you stopped, you realised you'd drawn him over and over, across several pieces of parchment.
the way he frowned and his fangs would glance across his lips. the way he'd look confused and his eyebrows would furrow. the way he'd look longingly at the stars, mind distant and eyes almost empty, like he'd made so many wishes that were never granted by the cosmos.
you never liked tooting your own horn but you felt like you truly captured him.
so, you took your pieces of paper, all drawings of him, dozens of them, small and sketchy; you took it all and you sat beside him and spread them out in front of you.
it took him a second to realise you were there. he'd been letting his guard down recently, especially when you were on watch duty, and it took you laying your head across his shoulder for his eyes to flutter open.
he opened his mouth, like there had almost been a retort slipping off his tongue, but the sight of your drawings stopped him.
he let out a ragged breath, eyes flickering across all of them. his clawed hands hovered in the air, trembling, as if taking a hold of the drawings would make them crumble under his touch.
and perhaps, in his head, he really believed they would.
'darling,' he'd call you, his voice wet with unshed tears 'what's all of this?'
of course he'd still joke. it was how he coped with things. he joked to hide how he truly felt and, of course, you were always there to understand.
'it's you,' you answered a matter-of-factly, as if you hadn't just turned this vampires world upside down 'its you the way i see you.'
and that's what makes him crack. because maybe, since you were the one that drew all of it, you hadn't noticed. but he noticed.
he noticed all the love and devotion you spilled across the page. every single detail, every single stroke, it was all from love.
and as someone who had never been on the receiving end of it, astarion cracked and he hid his face into your neck and he cried.
they were soft sobs, almost unnoticeable. but he cried nonetheless.
he cried for his past that he'd lost under his sadistic master, he cried for his difficult present that seemed impossible to escape, and he cried for this hopeful future you seemed to lay out in front of him.
he cried because he didn't realise that he had this much hope left inside of him. because he didn't know what else to do in the face of your devotion.
you just sat there, humming and rubbing his back, ignoring the way his arm wrapped around your waist, claws digging into your skin as if you'd disappear in front of him if he didn't hold on to you as tightly as possible.
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Summary: Ace feels you up through your clothes. As friction builds, he can tell itâs starting to feel good. ~1.7k words. This is barely edited, so Iâll come back and do another round of perfecting in a few hours.
CW: Afab reader, lots of dirty talk, gendered pet names (e.g. "princess" and "pretty girl"), P in V.
WARNING: MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.
Next to you in bed, Ace ran one hand from your waist to your hips and thighs. He loved how your curves felt and he could do this for hours, just memorizing the shape of your body. He was getting ready, mentally preparing himself to fuck you senseless. Would he start by fingering you, or would he eat you out first? That was the question he always got hung up on.
Today, he decided he would finger you. Then, he would fuck you doggystyle. He wanted you to ride him too. He always relished seeing you on top of him, straddling him and fucking yourself with his cock. Yes, he thought, that sounded quite nice today, as it did every day.
Blush dusted your cheeks, and you giggled a bit as he sucked on your neck and felt you upâhis lips tickled, and he looked cute and focused. He was always focused on you. It was almost pathological, vaguely concerning at some point. He was just obsessed with you, infatuated to a ridiculous degree (but who could blame him?). Ace worshipped the ground you walked on. Heâd do anything for you.
One of his hands crept downwards and came to rest in the valley between your thighs. While he sucked your neck, his hand squeezed your clothed core.
Ace noticed that you tensed up when he gripped you there, over your pajama shorts and panties, so he did it again. Your legs shifted and your breath hitched, just barely. The force made you tingle a bit.
He could tell immediately that you were starting to get hot and bothered. Another squeeze and you inhaled sharply, legs widening just a tad and more blush rising to your cheeks. He grinded the palm of his hand down through your shorts and panties while you mewled softly.
âFuck, sweetheart, are you getting that worked up already? Falling apart and I havenât even touched you yet? You poor thing.â Ace murmured in your ear and clenched your cunt again through your shorts. The pressure felt so good that heat started to pool between your legs.
His fingers were thick and rough. He had a heart-melting, devilish smirk over his lips. Every time his lips curled like that it made his freckles scrunch up. Your heart skipped a beat.
Ace continued to run his middle and ring fingers up and down through the fabric covering your folds and clit. Each time he grazed your sensitive bud through the layers of your shorts and panties, your hips bucked inadvertently.
âGod, youâre desperate for me, baby. Do my fingers really feel that good? I bet youâre already making a mess of yourself, so needy for me.â He purred in your ear, voice turning to honey as he got harder by the second. Watching you get agitated from something as innocent as this made the fire already burning inside of him roar and crackle.
The friction from his fingers was making you buzz everywhereâyour cheeks were smarting, blushing crimson from the embarrassment of him seeing you get excited over something like this, and your cunt was hot too. Wetness was starting to ooze out of your folds and make your panties sticky.
As he rubbed you, your cunt started to pulse. He drew gentle circles around your clit before stroking down the coarse fabric through your lips. You whimpered, letting out puffs of air that disguised the lewd noises getting ready to spill out of you.
âYouâre making such pretty sounds already. You want to cum from me rubbing you like this, princess? Do you want it?â
You nodded and looked at him, wide-eyed, pupils blown with desire. âI want it.â One look at your face and Aceâs cock twitched. He couldnât wait to see your expression transform into pure, reckless lust.
âSo thirsty for me, baby. Tell me how bad you want it.â Ace squeezed your core again through your shorts, eliciting a whine. His voice danced in your ear and the musky scent of him added to your arousal. Soft strands of his hair brushed your face. He was as close as possible, intoxicating and all-encompassing.
Ace made his fingertips hot with his devil fruit powers, warming them up noticeably. It felt unreal and made you writhe harder. Your body demanded more friction, more heat, more of his body, more of his scent, more Ace.
âFuck.â You were breathless. âM-more, please, I-I need it.â
He stared down at where his fingers rubbed your tender nerves through your clothes. A faint stain seeped through your shorts where your entrance was. From the way his fingers glided back and forth, he could tell you were sopping with arousal.
âJust look at how wet you are.â His low, husky voice cooed in your ear as he increased the heat at his fingertips, stoking more zaps of pleasure in your cunt. âDoing such a good job, angel, sitting there lookinâ pretty while I play with you.â
The more Aceâs fingers dragged on the fabric, the more you moved under him. He was just as turned on as youâthe idea that you felt so good from his fingers (even through multiple layers of fabric) really did something for him.
âSo messy and sloppy for me. Writhing on my fingers. Donât I make you feel so good?â
âMmmhmm, Ace, always.â The words fell from your lips, sweet and soft. He thought you moaned and sighed in such beautiful way. It made his heart stop and his cock throb. He couldnât wait to see your face contort in ecstasy.
âYeah? Nasty and filthy for me, huh?â He clenched and your thighs shook, squeezing together. âSo desperate youâre getting off on me touching you through your shorts? Youâre cute when you get flustered like this.â
Ace worked through the soaked fabric as much as he could, massaging harder now. He was digging against your slit through your shorts, pushing into you without regard for the fabric below. He knew you loved these shorts, so he should have been worried about ripping the seams. But he didnât care right now, and you evidently didnât care either. Whatâs one pair of shorts, in comparison with an orgasm so good you would shake and scream?
Aceâs fingers felt so damn good. While he rubbed you through the fabric, he simultaneously encouraged you and let you know how pathetic you were for getting off on something as simple as pressure.
He knew you inside and out. He knew where to rub back and forth, where to apply more force and less. He was reading your body language with ease, adjusting ever so slightly to maximize your pleasure.
His fingers felt like magic and fireâthey were hot and they felt electric on your core. It was a wonder how he could pull each drop of pleasure from you while merely swiping his fingers over your clothes.
âGet your panties dirty for me, pretty girl.â
Ace started to pulse the heat of his fingersâheâd let the warmth subside and then spike rapidly, keeping the blazing temperature blasting for a moment before letting it die down again. His fingers grinded over your cunt and slid through your entrance as much as they could through the fabric, amidst the flashes of heat and trembles of your body.
âDonât you want to cum for me? Let me see how good I make you feel, baby.â
He pressed on your clit like it was a button and rubbed circles around it. One last push of his fingers down your clit and over your folds sent you into a free fall of bliss.
Your legs spasmed and you whined, cumming all over yourself while his fingers drew some last dredges of pleasure out of you. Warm and wet juices seeped through the stain on your shorts and coated his fingers in slick.
Your climax was white-hot and overwhelming. He held his fingers where they were, resting on your clit and pulsing with heat. You twitched under him, briefly overstimulated, and he let out a deep groan.
While he watched you squirm from the residual ripples of pleasure, he palmed his erection. He had a self-satisfied grin plastered over his face.
âFuck, that was hot. Never knew you were that needy for me, angel. Guess I should do that more often.â
Ace sucked his fingers clean and went to peel your drenched shorts and panties down your legs.
âYou did such a good job on my fingers, baby. You want my cock now? Wanna cream for me?â
You were still slack jawed from your orgasm, head lolling to the side and smiling. âMmhmm.â Your hum was barely audible, but it was all he had to hear.
Ace got between your legs and grabbed you under your knees, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively as he sunk his thick, aching cock into you with a primal moan.
He wasted no time fucking you ravenously, per his initial plan. When your walls clenched on his cock, when you were so wet it was dripping out of your cunt and making squelching sounds ring into the room, he knew you were going to cum again.
He was right, of course. You creamed on his cock within minutes. It was another toe-curling orgasm of oblivion and euphoria. He let himself go soon thereafter, shooting white ropes of cum deep inside of you while his thighs shook.
âGod,â he panted as he fell forward onto you. âYou drive me fucking crazy.â
i think this is one of my faves for october!! like just imagine him murmuring in ur ear like that oh my fuckkkk >///< i really hope you liked this one!
hereâs my masterlist and posting schedule for october, if youâre interested!
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precis â genshin men talking in their native language in bed. 16+ gentlemen â neuvillette (french), tartaglia (russian), diluc (german), al haitham (arabic) remonstrance â obv smut, 16+ , fingering, degrading in arabic (đđ), i've linked the translations just click on em.
NEUVILLETTE x french.
"je t'aime mon amour." his hands find yours on the wrinkled sheets, fingers interlocked clinched as he plunged his hips against yours, his girth dragging over your velvety folds. slow and sensual were the two words you could use to describe how he made you feel right now. who knew the ludex of fontaine was so amorous?
"ne te cache pas de moi, ma belle sirène." he mumbled in a low growl, brushing away stray strands of hair present on your forehead while undulating his ambit into your glory. the only support you had were his ample muscles, which you held on to with every thrust.
every frown, every blissful sigh and every moan of his name a precious token of memory he cherishes. soft pants fall from his lips as he compels your legs to your chest in order to bury his length deeper. dithers and butterflies rafted in your stomach indicating your climax. your nails drew crescents into his toned back, engraving signs of pleasure into his back.
"je t'ai-t'aime." he groaned, broiling breath fanned over your lips, foreheads pressed against yours as he rolls his hips over your one last time before planting his seed deep inside your womb, unleashing a swarm of butterflies to uncoil the ribbon in your stomach. (oui oui baguette)
flopping down onto your chest, exhausted from your previous activities, his pristine hair covers most of your figure, his eyes array love, just love. soft kisses rain down on your neck, adorning many of the purple bruises he had marked before. his callused hands bedecked your waist, barely applying force as if you were made of glass. his girth was still buried into your heat, as if he didn't want to withdraw from the sedative serotonin.
"i love you too.."
TARTAGLIA x russian.
his arms slithered around your waist, his bistre hair splattered all around your shoulder as he latches onto your waist for support, his fingers dig up your ass, sculpting demilune shapes into the soft plush. he buckled his foot to grant him more leverage. your body weight was all amended to the male beneath you.
his soft groans vibrated in the stifling atmosphere, bobbing up and down on his stupefying dick. "ty menya tak khorosho prinimayesh, hm?" he breathed into your shoulder, his indurate hands restlessly tracing over your curves, bathing in the luxury of having you so close to him. your breasts quavering in front of him, a slinky smirk absconded over his face at seeing your zest plight.
your moans gradually started getting obstreperous, interminably quivering on his bulk. his hands pinned your ass, to the point it almost drew out blood, your whimpers and whine were like music to his ears. gosh, you made him feel so lascivious. his grip grew tighter, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine as he murmured words of syrupy desire. his touch was like a fire, and you found yourself not wanting it to end.
"blyat' ty idealna." he groused, his voice raspy and bare. his cobalt eyes gulled lust and fire, you never ceased trotting on his cock with abandon, your head thrown back in sheer pleasure, your body shaking with every thrust. his hands were on your hips, guiding your movements, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. you let out soft happy grumbles of frustration, not knowing what he meant but you were assured it meant nothing other than love. archons- every hit to your nerves felt like celestia.
a bluffing beam pressed into his ephebic face as his cock obscured deeper into your warmth. your lamentations and sobs made him even more accelerated his appetite to taste you. what felt like clustered pieces of wires were coming out of you, your eyes gaped as you held onto his toned muscles, occasionally gasping and whining. he threw his head back revelry, his load whirled inside your womb as you let out a silent cry in the release of awaited feelings.
"moya krasivaya devochka" he chuckled as he adaged your rollercoaster of emotions, gentling brushing his hands through your hair, the sly smirk still remained pictured on his lips.
DILUC x german.
"ich liebe dich" he spituated, his arms grasped your shoulders ever so softly, beads of sweat dropped down from his sweltering face. a weary smile was forced upon his face, occasionally fading due to how well you sucked him in. your hands run over your body from over your belly to your waist to your mounds grabbing them as he slows down the pace of his girth.
you moan out as he starts rutting into you at a fast pace. the carmine haired male groans, tightly holding your hips for leverage and fucking his cock in and out of you. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder. heat resides every corner of his body. he closes his eyes as he proceeds with his adoring actions.
"don't stop luc', don't stop" you whine, harshly tugging his hair while syncing with his body movements. a soft, hushed hum resonated from him. kisses ran down from your neck to your back. his incandescent hair ran down your chest, concealing it. fuckâ you were so perfect. archons, everything about you was perfect.
the bed creaked along with his every action, his actions only bought pleasure- no pain whatsoever, your breaths and moans got faster and more louder. his girth hitting your g-spot more faster, the slapping of his balls against your warmth got faster and more searing before he finally releases his seed inside of you, as well as you cumming on his girth.
"i-ich liebe- dich" he scours, his arms still vested on top of your waist, all while his length is snuggled inside of your warmth. he sagged onto your chest, your heartbeat undulating against his own.
AL HAITHAM x arabic.
nirvana. the only word that you can use to describe how the akademiya's scribe made you feel right now. his fingers edged into your tepidity, ever so often toting more vastly. his digits were coated with your dowse, driblets of sweat coalesced on your forehead, though, the viridescent eyed male had no emotion, only pure amusement and lust in his orbs.
"waqihat qadhirat." he spat, his eyes darkening as he watched your contorting face, drool splattered all over your face, he stroked your clit with his thumb, impending his face closer to your warmth before proffering a prolonged lick to your folds, his soaked, acute tongue almost immediately earned a squalid moan from you, your eyes solidly sealed.
"haitham' more, please m-" a finger forcefully shoved down your mouth kept you silent."madha? turid almazida?" he nudged, a jiving grin swept across his face before diving into your toothsome. gosh, his tongue did wonders. his eyes averted to yours, breathing in your gaped expression, relishing in your fucked out face. his other callused hand held your waist steady, gripping it harshly to the point that his finger imprints were reflected onto your smooth flesh. pink and black scribbles clouded your eyes, fuckâ you wanted more, way more, and he knew that damn well.
"ma bik habibi, turid almazida?" he inquired teasingly after taking a deepend lick of your delicacy, your grumbles and lewd mewls were like harmonic tunes. his sunken eyes glaring at your pitiful condition, a breathful chuckle escaped from his chapped lips. his tongue once more delved into your hole, in result of you gripping his pristine hair harshly, moaning and gasping at the assidissous revelry.
your heart fluttered in joyful anticipation, as you felt the knots untangle, your face betrayed a beaming smile occasionally faltering as he kept scouring your pussy inside out. the knurls and lumps soon came undone, squirting out your juices and sap onto his tongue, greedily licking it up. his lissom fingers still remained deep inside your delicacy.
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Imagine lying in bed with Simon, after him fucking your brains out. đđđ
And you trace your finger softly on all the scars scattering the muscular planes of his chest (totally a ��you drew star around my scarsâ typa moment)
And he just shudders at your soft touch and he himself canât believe how pure, innocent and caring you are.
He nuzzles his head closer to you and whispers how much he appreciates your love and just becomes this big olâsoftie
omg this is so sweet and beautiful babes <333 i know you said chest but i changed it to match the gif sorry if this is not what you wanted :(
He flops down on you after ploughing into your tight pretty hole for hours and giving you mind-blowing orgasm after orgasm.
You're both panting heavily, content fucked-out smiles dancing on your faces.
He lays his head on your chest as he remains inside you.
You softly caress his nape, running your fingers gently through his hair.
Your hands begin to wander around, roam across the various scars painting his back and sides.
The pads of your fingers delicately trail along the lines, drawing different shapes and figures.
The pure love you feel for him pours out of your fingertips as they dance around his body.
And he trembles under your tender touch, his heart swelling with immense love and devotion, only for you.
Your warmth engulfs his entire being, body and soul as he's fully immersed in your embrace.
And he lifts his head to look into your beautiful eyes as they glint in the moonlight.
"Thank you." he whispers before capturing your lips with his in a sweet kiss.
"I love you, Si." you murmur against his lips.
"I love you too, dove." he mutters, connecting your lips again as you tighten your arms around him.
the gif got flagged so i posted a screenshot of it :(
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Illusions of Reality
Day 5: Shadow play â Azriel x f!reader
Warnings: p in v, sprinkles of edging and restraint
Word count: 889
You had never thought shadows could fuck you, but being mated to a Shadowsinger came with its perks.
Azriel was comfortably lounging on the other side of the bed, letting his shadows have their way with you. Tendrils of darkness slithered along your body, curling around your nipples and teasing your clit. They had been at it for so long that you were desperate for more, but every time you tried to push yourself up and reach for your mate, the shadows pinned you down again.
âAzrielâŚâ you whined as you got pushed down on the bed once more. âPlease, stop teasing meâŚâ
He only chuckled. âBelieve it or not, theyâre acting on their own accord.â
You werenât sure you actually believed that. All you knew was that no matter how nice their touch felt, you wanted Azrielâs hands to replace them.
âBut I need more,â you tried again. âI want you.â
Azriel smirked. âYou want me?â
You nodded, turning pleading eyes to him. A whimper escaped you when the shadows gathered around your clit and slid down to your glistening folds.
âAlright, then.â
Relief flooded you at his words. You watched him finally move closer to where you were sprawled, and he knelt between your legs, his scarred hands caressing your thighs and then pushing them further apart.
âClose your eyes, love,â he said softly. âNo peeking.â
You frowned but did what he asked without questioning. As long as it got you what you so desperately wanted, you didnât care.
The shadows flew up to circle your breasts, but your senses were focused on the movement between your legs. There was a quiet rustle, and a moment later you felt Azrielâs cock against your entrance. His hands still held your thighs as he slowly pushed in, eliciting a soft moan.
And then you froze. Your frown only deepened.
Nothing moved.
âThatâs not yours,â you muttered.
You could tell he was smiling by the amused note in his voice. âIâm glad you can tell the difference.â
More confused than before, you opened your eyes to find Azriel kneeling in between your parted legs, wings folded behind him, in the same exact position he was a few moments ago. He hadnât moved. Yet he had pushed something inside you.
You realized what it was only when it pulled out, right before sliding back in.
Azriel had somehow shaped the shadows into a cock that was smoothly flowing in and out of you on its own. You gasped, legs shaking slightly.
âHow does it feel, love?â Azriel mused, his eyes focused on your face.
âItâs⌠itâs weird,â you murmured.
You had no other words to describe what it felt like. It was dense and thick enough to bring you pleasure, and it pulsed inside you, filling every empty space and massaging your sensitive walls. At the same time, though, it was still made of shadowsâreal enough to bring you to the edge of an orgasm, but not enough to push you off.
âBad weird or good weird?â
âGood. Definitely good.â
Azrielâs fingers drew slow circles on your thighs, watching as that shadow-cock thrust into you over and over. âThatâs good to hear.â
âYours feels better,â you complained. You wanted his, needed it more than ever. âAnd bigger.â
He simply smirked. âIâm flattered.â
You groaned, and the sound seemed to spur on the shadows. They resumed their teasing dance over your nipples and down on your clit, pinning your wrists down when you try to lift your hands. You were a squirming, whimpering mess, but your mate was doing nothing to help you.
He even had the nerve to say, âCome for me, love.â
âI canâtâŚâ You shook your head, almost on the brink of tears. âThe shadows⌠theyâre not enoughâŚâ
âNot enough?â His voice was a low purr. âI have such a greedy mate.â
He leaned forward to caress your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours. His shadows moved faster over your sensitive body, that makeshift cock pumping deeper inside you, making your legs quiver.
Azriel kissed your brow. âIs this better?â
In a sense, it was. You could feel the tension in your lower belly, the pleasure building up even more, but you were still teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
âNo,â you whined, your chest heaving. A single tear rolled down your cheek, and Azriel brushed it away with his thumb.
âOkay,â he murmured soothingly. âOkay, my love. Iâll give you what you want.â
The shadows dissipated from inside you, only to be immediately replaced by Azriel. He pushed in with a single thrust and a groan.
âOh gods, yesâŚâ
You wanted to cry at the familiar feeling, at the thick drag of his cock filling you, at the punishing pace he set.
You never got the chance. You had been on the brink of release for so long that you came at the fourth thrust. Your moan was swallowed by Azrielâs kiss, and he groaned into your mouth when you clenched around him, though his rhythm never faltered. He fucked you through it all.
When you came down from your high, he slowed only for a few moments to let you catch your breath, brushing your hair out of your face.
âYou might have come, but I havenât,â he whispered softly. âIâm just getting started, love.â
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i keep thinking about touya going to the same spot he and his ex do drop off, every two weeks. it's outside some little bakery that he thinks is too expensiveâand he has a sneaking suspicion that's why his baby mama chose the placeâbut he always buys his little bug something regardless. a pink pastry with lots of sprinkles and frosting, in the shape of a unicorn or something or other.
and you always come with him. have been for a few years now and you make friendly small talk with his ex and when his daughter jumps into your arms, you swing her around and you both giggle to each other, foreheads pressed together, eyelashes blinking close enough to make his heart swell.
and the first time you're not there, his daughter doesn't wait a minute after jumping out of her mom's car to frown up at him and ask, "where's bub?"
and truthfully, touya's been dreading this moment since he'd pissed you off enough to have you storming out of his apartment, a few days ago. still doesn't know what to tell her, how to explain that he's never loved someone the way he loves you and yet he's sabotaging everything anyway.
"bub is at bub's house."
her light little eyebrows pull down ever further, until a crease forms between them, and then she even takes another look behind him in case he's joking. "why?"
touya grinds his gum between his teeth and tells himself it's better than a cigarette. "she just is."
his ex doesn't say anything, thank god, but he can feel the once over she gives him. he looks like shit and he knows it, because he's aggravated and disappointed in himself, and all the things he'd normally use to deal with those feelings would break his sobriety. so he's only got some spearmint gum.
his daughter doesn't say anything else until they're in their seats on the train, her by the window, drawing shapes in the fog her breath makes. they go through a tunnel and the light from the day disappears and she loses interest, turning to stare up at touya as he closes his eyes and leans his head back as far as it can go.
"are you and bub mad at each other?"
touya opens his eyes, but stares only at the ceiling of the train. all he can see is the hurt on your face when he'd yelled at you, the anger that he drew out, like a poison. "it'sâ" one thing he tries not to do to his kid, however, is lie. "somethin' like that."
she shuffles around in her seat until she's facing him fully, leaning her head against the back of it as she blinks her big, blue eyes up at him. "did she be mean to you?"
"no."
"did you be mean to her?"
it seems so complicated, when touya thinks about it. why he'd started a fight with you, where his insecurity comes from, why he wants you so bad but is too afraid to admit it out loudâbut then his kid makes it seem so easy. so silly.
touya shuffles until he's facing her, too, and even scoots down in his chair so they're eye-level, almost like whispering school girls at a slumber party. "yeah," he admits. "i was kinda mean to her."
"but why?"
touya frowns and still doesn't know what to say. the city skyline opens up behind her, out in the distance, and he watches the setting sun over the buildings until it starts to make him sick. "you remember when you had that scooter, and you fell and scraped your knee?" she nods. "and then you didn't want to ride it anymore because you were afraid you'd do it again? it's...like that."
not a single look of understanding comes across her face.
touya sighs and scoots back upright, bending to dig his phone from his pocket. "you wanna talk to her?"
"yeah!"
he pulls up your contact in his phoneâjust your name and all the hearts removed, because he's petty like thatâbut instead of staring at it like he has been for daysâhe finally calls. it wouldn't surprise him if you didn't answer, but he gnaws his lip as it rings, and it seems like he and his little girl both hold their breath.
"hello?"
when he hands off the phone to his daughter, she happily snatches it up, turning on her knees to look out the window as she grins. "hi bub!"
and touya still doesn't know what to say or how he'll fix it, but he finds some comfortâsome of the wordsâwhen he hears the tone in your voice change, all sing-song and adoring. "hi, my angel!"
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fan favoriteâ nishimura riki
you and riki, the iconic duo, were inseparable. your friendship was so loved in public, but it was something more in private.
pairing: idol!riki x 8th member!fmr | genre(s): fluff | content/warning: they kiss like once, riki teases reader and vice versa
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authorâs note: been insanely inactive but wtv, hereâs something i wrote recently. hope u enjoy reading this! likes n reblogs r highly appreciated. not proofread
you step out of the van with the beaming sun rays hitting your face, the smell of the easing ocean breeze, and the sounds of the crashing waves filling the area. you pull your digital camera out of your bag that hung just by your shoulder. you try taking a picture of the bright summer sun that shined that day, but it was way too bright for you to see. you squint your eyes to the sunâs light that nearly blinded you when a handâs shadow appeared from behind, hovering over your eyes to shield it from the light. it was riki, he had just gotten out of the van after you. âblinding lights, blinding lights~â (blind - enhypen) he sang as he watched you take pictures with the help of his hand preventing the sun from glaring at you. âhey!! since when have you gone down the car?â you asked him, wondering how fast heâd came as you expected him to take longer.Â
you were at a beach for your new albumâs concept photos, just like dimension dilemma (i guess itâs associated with the groupâs storyline) and the makeup artists and stylists had just fixed your hair and makeup in the van before arriving at the beach. riki was up next to get his hair and makeup done, but he apparently was done? âdid they not do your makeup or something?â you added onto your question from earlier. âthey didnât do my hair. probably the style they wanted for this album was something like thisâ riki replied. âyou look good either way soooâ you told him, tucking his dark hair into his ear.
just a moment after, a camera panned towards the place you and riki stood. it was the staff shooting behind the scenes content for them to post on the official youtube channel. you snap out of the conversation you were previously having with riki and face the camera lens that was right in front of you. âhello engene!! today weâre at the beach and weâll be taking some photos for our upcoming albumâ you say, making your way through the hot sand, towards the shore. riki follows shortly behind you. the camera films the both of you walking before you come across an area with countless seashells, laid out on the ground. it was quite a rough surface to be walking on so as you stepped on it, you tripped, slightly slipping your body forward. just as you were about to fall, rikiâs grabbed your wrist and made sure to carefully support the other side of your torso from hitting the ground. he helped you get on your feet again. âguys y/nâs feeling sillyâ he says to the camera, laughing at what just happened. âengene, it was ni-kiâs fault, right? he pushed meâ (he didnât hsjahs) you jokingly said. âhe pushed me!!!â you added. ânahhh, maybe its just a skill issue to be honestâ he told you as you two bickered on camera for the nth time.Â
you two found yourselves before the shore, watching the still water reflect the sky as waves came in. you went on your knees to draw doodles and words on the damp white sand. you drew a huge heart with the word âengeneâ written in the middle. the camera captured the pretty sight before it shifted to what riki was doing. he was standing right where the waves met the shore, the water smoothly gliding on the sand. riki scooped some wet sand, combining it with some drier sand to create a ball. he shaped it with the palms of his hand and set them down to form a pile of multiple sand balls.
âwhatâs tha-â you questioned riki before he picked one up and threw one at you. the firm sand ball flew its way towards you, crumbling to pieces as it came into contact with your body. riki bursts out laughing as he sees the mundane look you had on your face. âha ha, ni-ki. youâre like so funny!â you say sarcastically. you try holding your laughter as you watched riki snicker. he walked back towards the other direction to form more sand balls.
while he wasnât looking, you bent down over, grabbing a portion of sand that was laid out on the beach. you compressed the grains of sand together to form a sand ball yourself.Â
âni-ki!! look over here!!â you called out, having a plan in mind. just as he turned in your direction, you projected the sand ball right at him, hitting him on his arm. âHEYâ riki shouted.Â
oh you knew you were done for. like deadass, you were DONE for.
you quickly sprinted away from riki as he chased you across the beach. you stepped into the shallow water, trying to catch a hold of your breath while feeling the cool, relaxing sensation the flowing water had that came in contact with your feet. riki had finally caught up, stepping into the water as well. he wrapped his arms around you, tightly embracing you. âtry escaping me nowâ riki said. âNI-KIII, LET ME GOO!!!â you exclaimed, swinging your body from left to right, attempting to escape him.Â
you extended your arm, reaching for rikiâs waist. you begun tickling him as you two giggle. he uncontrollably laughed at the tickle he felt. he tries pushing you off of him when you playfully nudge him too, not knowing how strong you had pushed him.
riki fell into the water, getting his outfit wet. âYOU THINK IâM THE ONLY ONE FALLING IN?â he said with a big grin on his face. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down as you made a splash, landing right next to him. you two sat there and died laughing at what had happened. all this bantering was caught on camera for ENGENEs to watch. they adored the bond you and riki had. theyâd make edits, compilations, and several posts about ây/n-kiâ and the endearing moments you two had.
you got up, slowly running away from riki who still hadnât gotten up yet. âY/N HELP ME UP, I CANâT- Y/N!!â riki yelled. you looked back and tittered at the sight of riki struggling to get up. âhmmmm what aboutâŚ. no!â you reply. âOKAY SO YOU DONâT LOVE ME ANYMOREâ he responded in a sulky tone. he crossed his arms and pouted his lips. âOKAY!!! I GUESS-â riki continued before you ran towards his direction, finally giving in and helping the poor boy up. âIâLL HELP YOU UP, OKAY? RELAX PRINCESS ARIELâ you teased riki. âwhatever, broâ he said, jokingly giving you a side eye.
the sun set as you and riki spent time with each other at the beach, along with the other members. the cameras cut and the staff called it a day, allowing you all to relax and clear your heads before getting back onto the ride home. you both walked a distance far enough for no one to be able to catch sight of you two. you and riki sat on the sand, feet buried in it. you rested your head on his shoulder while you two stare into the horizon before you. âitâs almost just as pretty as youâ riki said as he let out a chuckle. âreally?â you reply, lifting your head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. âmhmâ he said, slightly nodding his head. you smiled and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.Â
the chemistry between the two of you was good, maybe a lil too good. and the fan favorite duo were great friends on and off cam, maybe a lil more than friends too.
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I know he's not your favorite but consider... #73 with Itadori... short reader has a crush on him but is too afraid to confess bc she knows he likes tall girls lol I think this could be super cute
kiss prompt 73: height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes
a/n: first time writing for itadori !!! ___
if you had to think about it, you'd had a crush on itadori yuuji since the day you met him.
after getting a call from megumi where he'd begrudgingly asked for your help tracking down a cursed tool that some spooky-loving school club had snatched before he could, you hadn't expected things to take the turn they did.
as soon as you'd run into the pink haired boy, it was like a daze took hold of you. megumi honestly could have believe you'd been poisoned with how you stammered over your words and moved awkwardly. he'd never seen you so out of it when exorcizing curses. you were sloppy, defensive maneuvers delayed, offensive maneuvers... megumi would have gotten the job done better when he was ten, so, let's just leave it at that.
but nothing would have stopped itadori from eating that finger, and, well, we all know what happens from there.
you were surprised with how quickly he adapted to an entire world he'd never known the existence of. he was an avid learner, eager to train, eager to educate himself. he was always asking you questions that megumi found silly having grown up in jujutsu society, but you'd been happy to talk to him for hours about the ins and outs of it all. that was how your friendship began to blossom, you supposed.
it was easy to crush on yuuji. he was kind, handsome, silly, and had a warm energy about him that just drew you to him like a moth to a flame. even with your harbored feelings for him, being around him was easy, and comfortable. you'd only known him a few months, but the way he treated you made you feel like you'd been close friends for years.
however, due to how close you'd gotten, you were well aware that you were not his type. he'd joked a few times about how he liked tall girls like jennifer lawrence, and you didn't exactly meet that standard.
after he'd casually let that information slip, you found yourself comparing the height difference between you two more often. it was no shock that he was taller than you, you could remember the first time you'd met him you'd tilted your head back to stare up at him- your eyes had been blown wide like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. he'd just leapt through a window like it was nothing and fought alongside you like his entire reality hadn't just flipped upside down- but now that he'd made his ideal type clear, you'd frown when it would dawn on you that you were barely even an average height.
you'd stand up a little straighter when you were standing before him, but even still you'd tilt your chin so you could look at him properly. he'd noticed the sour expression on you a few times, but you always brushed it off as something else. it felt sort of childish to tell him that you were upset for not being taller.
it's one afternoon that you're out shopping with the other first years that you finally tell him the truth. not that you'd planned to, of course, you were ready to take this secret to the grave.
but you're wandering around with yuuji, half avoiding nobara who was on a rampage and throwing armfuls of clothes at megumi, and half looking at the display of silly hats. some of them were cute, but most of them were pokemon themed, or beanies with funny saying.
yuuji had excitedly picked up a fluffy pikachu hat, complete with the tall ears, and fluffy yellow flaps that hung down your face, ending in paw shaped pockets that you could stick your hands into. he was grinning as he turned to you to tug the hat over your head. you had half a mind to scold him for ruining what was a good hair day, but you keep it to yourself. he looked too happy to have you model the accessory for him.
and you'd thought it was cute, at first. then you take note of how he has to stoop over to reach your level in order to properly adjust the dorky hat, and you're made aware again of how short you are in comparison to him. of how small in general you are compared to him. his tall stature complete with broad shoulders and biceps that were starting to display how hard he'd been training himself- as appealing as he was to look at, you're frowning due to your own self pity.
and when he's done playing with the droopy ears on top of your head and sees the look on your face, he's frowning, too.
"what's wrong?" he asks, quietly, worriedly, like a good friend. "you don't hate pikachu, do you?"
it makes you laugh, even just a little bit, and yuuji gives you a small smile in relief that his joke worked to ease your sad expression, even just a little bit.
"no, it's not pikachu," you huff, pulling the hat off your head and placing it carefully back on the mannequin. "i'm just short"
his brow furrows, assuming at first that he'd heard you wrong, but when you don't say anything else and give him an awkward shrug, he realizes you're serious.
"so?" he asks, chuckling to himself. "what's so bad about that?"
you avoid his gaze while you pretend to take interest in the other hats on the wall, despite you not being a hat person, which he knows.
"it's pretty dumb" you say, running your fingers over a fluffy sylveon cap that was similar to the pikachu one.
"try me" yuuji smiles at you, leaning into the display to catch your attention again. his smile reaches his eyes, and he seems to genuinely hopeful to ease your foolish concern, that you find yourself giving in.
"promise not to laugh at me?" you mutter.
he raises a hand to his chest, drawing an x over his heart before raising his palms towards you in silent promise. you crack a smile at how serious he's taking this.
you take a deep breath before confessing the thought that's been plaguing your mind for the last few weeks.
"i know you like tall girls," you say, staring straight ahead at the sylveon hat like it had been the object of your desire for our entire life. "and i know i'm not even close to being called tall,"
yuuji blinks a few times, his brows raising as he processes this information.
you were upset because you didn't consider yourself his type? did he understand that right? so this was because... you wanted to be his type?
"well, maybe a fifth grader would think i'm tall," you began to mumble to yourself. "but that doesn't really make me feel better-"
"you think you wouldn't be my type because you're so short?" he cuts off your rambling, and she turns to him with a bewildered expression.
"well you don't have to put it like that," you mumble with a furrowed brow. "kinda makes me feel worse-"
"(y/n), i promised i wouldn't laugh," he cuts you off again, stepping forward to wrap his hands around your shoulders. "but that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard!"
you frown up at him, not comforted at all at his attempts to make you feel better.
"you're really bad at this" you tell him, and he begins to break his promise as a few giggles escape through his toothy grin.
"are you kidding?" he teases. "you're the cutest person i've ever met!" he reaches his hands up to your face, squeezing your cheeks together playfully. "i don't want you to be any taller, i like you just the way you are!"
your face begins to heat up under his touch, and with his hold on you, you have no choice but to stare back at him, only making your blush burn hotter.
"you are my type, even as a tiny lil' tater tot," he says, and despite his laughter, you can tell he's being completely genuine. you can see it in the shine in his eyes as he stares at you. "that doesn't matter. what matters if you're a really awesome fucking person, and a badass"
the knot between your brows begins to relax and your lips curl into a smile at his sweet words.
"you're not just saying that?" you ask quietly, just to be sure he wasn't spewing out bullshit just to make you feel better.
yuuji laughs at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling from pure joy. he doesn't respond, but he doesn't need to say anything else.
instead he leans over you, bending almost dramatically to reach your short stature in order to press his lips against yours. it's a short kiss, but it's sweet, gentle, warm- all things yuuji.
when he pulls away, before he can stand back up properly, you're shooting up to the tips of your toes, your hands flying towards his shoulders for balance as you return his kiss. it's fast, eager, curious- all things you. he can't help but smile against your lips as he drops a hand from your face so he can wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you close.
you both distantly hear a harumph! from a passerby in the shop, having forgotten you were still in public. you pull away with sheepish smiles and pink cheeks.
"you are short though" he tells you point blank.
"i know, yuuji" you huff.
"but i like it" he says proudly, and you turn away so he won't see how your blush is spreading down your neck.
you still notice the significant difference in your height often, but it's mostly due to yuuji pointing it out every time he bends over to kiss you from there on out.
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a/n: i love him sm it's criminal that i haven't written for him :'( xoxo ~ jordie
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heyy!! here I am with some more thoughts, this time about Elias.
honestly, for some reason, he seems like a very lonely person to me. you mentioned his will to change himself (and go to extreme lengths in that); also his almost paranoid fear of darling leaving him, (delete all of your contacts except for him, etc) â usually such level of jealousy is a sign of very low self-esteem. dunno if it's true, I just had a feeling that he's super insecure deep down. (he's afraid to look bad in our eyes, remember? to an unhealthy extent.)
and he's so empty. so beautiful on the outside, but so so empty. he loves you, he exists for you, isn't that enough? it isn't. you can't feel genuine affection for someone just because they look good. and Elias knows that! he's actually self conscious (unlike some elf with big tatas), but he can't offer you anything else, which must make him feel even more insecure, because deep down he knows that he won't be able to keep you by his side forever.
actually that will of his to go to extreme lengths for us is pretty frightening. how toxic it can be? depends on the darling! because if you are a normal person, you'd be patient with him, change him, and have a happy ever after and all those boring things. but what if Elias happens to fall in love with an unreasonable and possessive monster?
I feel like he'd go very well with a darling who's yandere for him too. and a stereotypical one at that, who'd want to keep him by their side like a pretty doll. get it? not a life partner, not even a human. a doll, a pretty thing to take care of. they would choose pretty clothes for him, brush his hair, but at the end of the day, he's nothing more but a pretty thing, an object.
I really like the doll metaphor for Elias. (I'm a huge doll lover, I ever have one of that super expensive bjd) dolls are beautiful, but aren't alive. they can't be someone you'd open your heart to; under their shiny porcelain skin, they're hollow.
unlike Silas, Elias is a more tragic character in my eyes. he's willing to carve his bones to whatever shape you desire, because if he isn't validated and noticed by you, he has no value. and you (if you are a normal person) will grow tired and bored of him, sooner or later. he wants to be loved, when there's pretty much nothing to love in him.
unlike Silas, his love can ruin only himself.
(I swear it's not like I want to see him suffer in particular. I'm open to all kinds of despair, pain and sadness, whether it yan's or darling's!)
(also I tried to find his colour scheme, but all I found was you mention his hair, so it's just how I think he looks like.)
DHDKDHDKYS NOT ONLY IS YOUR ANALYZES AMAZING YOU ALSO DREW ELIAS??? AND HOW DID YOU GET HIS COLOR SCHEME SO RIGHT???
I love you thank you god I love asks like yours.
Youâre very on point, Elias is like a pretty doll. Beautiful on the outside but completely empty inside, and that beauty is the only thing that gives him any kind of worth. Heâs aware of this more than anyone.
Heâs not rich, he doesnât have an amazingly successful career, no hobbies, no specialities, no interests. Heâs extremely pathetic and all he can do is pitifully attempt to pull you down to his level.
Thatâs why committing self harm comes so easily to him even if he doesnât yearn for it. Endangering himself, his only value, his body, is the only way he can keep you with him. He doesnât have any power over you he can use against you. He only has this disgustingly and pathetically beautiful body.
He wants to be loved by you, he wants you to be obsessed with him as much as he is with you, but deep down he knows he doesnât have any qualities that could deserve such love. That is why he leans into his appearance so hard, since the moment he was born that face of his was the only thing that gave him any sort of value.
If you find any part of him ugly heâll have no choice but to try to fix it even if it completely ruins him. Because he thinks thatâs the only way for him to keep your eyes on him. Heâs just through and through pathetic. Extremely pitiful.
He would indeed roll well with a yandere reader who treats him like a living doll. Because Elias wants to be values by you, even if it means getting stripped of the little sense of identity he had. He wants you to keep your eyes on him and see him as an object who exists for your satisfaction. Because at the end of the day that is what he is. An empty shell who was unfortunate enough to be born with the ability to love.
Eliasâ existence canât handle his own love. Heâll start breaking from inside out like a doll under pressure. Thatâs why he needs your reassurance, he needs you to reaffirm his worth. He canât exist for himself so he needs to exist for you. He might be a beautiful shell of a human but he too can have some sort of value if heâs being used like a tool by you.
But watching you also makes him feel extremely jealous and frustrated. Because you have everything he doesnât have. You have hobbies, things you enjoy, things you do for yourself, people who stay with you not for your outer shell but for who you are inside. Everything Elias never had and never will.
Thatâs why he tries so hard to ruin your relationships and threaten you to stay with him, to keep you at his level like a pathetic bug. Because youâre not like him. You can abandon him any day of the week and continue your life like you lost nothing, but Elias isnât like that. If he loses you he truly will have nothing left.
So please love him, ruin him, break him, treat him right, use him, make him feel alive, give him some sort of value. Please be kind to Elias. He needs you more than anyone on this world
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