#and escalate to a climax!

[manytoonepoet13]

Red Bouquet ep. 2 = Your Melody???

I THINK I GOT IT RIGHT.

So.. if you recall from my theory about Your Melody, me and my friend theorized how this song was about Merold wanting to reconcile with Hallritt after.. let's say.. a big fight..?

Quite from my post: "Take it this way, we got into a big fight, I got amnesia, I no longer recognize you and best friend J, but as I got reintroduced to more memories (Hallritt telling Merold), I start to remember more. And because I start to remember more, it makes me cherish the memories we once had, so it pushes me to want to reconcile. Simply because I want to experience more of those memories." — @c h a m a l a m.

Other than that.. have you noticed the similarities between some of the lyrics in Your Melody and Merold's line in ep. 2?

Your Melody: "The fairytale of the day you told me about... The pleasantly soft and sweet whispers. Just listen to them carefully, don't get flustered now."

Merold, ep.2: "This Red Bouquet... Sounds like a fairytale for kids."

To be fair, back then I've theorized how this was about Hallritt telling Merold about the day when everything went wrong, but the connection between these lines are still there.

Your Melody: "It's okay to deceive with an outright lie... Because within it lingers a quiet love."

Merold, ep. 2: Well, of course I'd love to but... That whole "greatest knight" thing is a lie." — "But spreading rumours like that makes people think twice about crossing My Melody's kingdom or making an enemy of me, right?"

Back then, I wrote how this was Merold talking about this seemingly peaceful life and how it's probably better to stay within this illusion, for the sake of everyone's safety, which, until now, still stands firm because that is, indeed, his intentions.

Your Melody: "If I were to stain your smile, then I would do away with this heart of mine." or "The MELODY of your voice that I want to remain beside, what if... If you want to cloud over the future, if it is sadness that you want to echo... then please let me play it from here."

Romarriche, ep. 2: "A "lie"... You knew phrasing it like that would invite disdain, and yet you said it anyway."

This part right here is a bit of a stretch, back then I had just compile the entire chorus and theorized how it was Merold finally remembering and opening up to Hallritt and reconcile. Because truth be told, I don't think Merold's doing all of this to purposefully hurt Hallritt or the people around him, I think the opposite, in fact. Because...

Your Melody: "Even with this fragile heart, above all else, you are my dearest, (Tell me, tell me why.) These overflowing feelings are a MELODY for you (Tell me, tell me why.)."

This is him wanting to protect the people he cares, going each and every lengths just to ensure their safety. It might not be the kindest, nor is it the best in the long run, as far as this story's concerned. But it is the most tangible way as of now given the circumstances he's faced with.

To wrap it all up, I'd say 1.) Me and my best friend's theory did indeed end up being correct, and 2.) Better prepare for more Merold and Hallritt angst.

[elvisqueso]

Kendrick has another track after 'not like us' mark my words: that was just the falling action and now we're waiting on the denouement

[thewhizzyhead]

so I just finished my first run through of Stray Gods aka that visual novel musical based on Greek mythos and,,,you know how there are visual novels that don't have romance as the MAIN point but yet still have romance routes in them? Like you get the MAIN gist of the game with or without those romance routes - like, those romance routes are simply side dishes that add more to enjoy with the main course? Yea it seems to be like that with most of the romance routes here in Stray Gods and I'm not saying that as a bad thing at all BUT MY GOD FREDDIE'S ROUTE ISN'T LIKE THAT AT ALL LIKE IT ACTUALLY IS THE MOST PERSONALLY AND EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED ROUTE FOR ME BY THE THIRD ACT THAT IT KIND OF CHANGES THE MAIN COURSE ENTIRELY AND I MEAN THAT IN A VERY GOOD WAY-

[kennys-parka-jacket]

stan crying 💔

[the-descolada]

well! I finished Exordia. I'll work on some kind of non spoilery review tomorrow maybe but. absolutely fucking goddamn Seth has done it again

[cheetabites]

☆彡 keep it undercover ˳༄꠶

characters: hwang in-ho / 001 / the frontman x fem intended!reader

˳༄꠶ summary: a four hundred and thirty six word oneshot of him fingerfucking you while he was undercover

tw. fingering / fingerfucking, praise, public sex, reader says stop but it’s because she’s overstimulated; everything is consensual

your back arched off the mattress as your hand slithered down to latch around his wrist. a distressed look on your face as you searched around in the barely lit space to lock eyes with him. his fingers still delving deep within your pussy despite your insistent hands.

“ ‘s too much, i can’t take anymore.”

he gave a tiny roll of his eyes before he looked down at your splayed body - your bottom half covered to avoid any prying eyes from catching sight of your glistening wetness. “i’ve only made you cum twice sweetheart, you can’t take one more for me?”

seeing your eyes flutter shut in pleasure as you attempted to shake your head caused a smirk to pull at his lips. but he relented, ready to make a compromise within the intimate moment.

a hum echoed softly in the small occupied space you two were taking up. his thumb rubbing softly against your clit. “how about you give me just one more? after this one, then you can rest. does that sound okay baby?”

with the overstimulated bliss you were feeling, you could barely comprehend his words - your brain holding nothing but fog. but you whined nonetheless. at this point, he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted anyways.

a smile appeared on his face as he watched your fight begin to dissipate, you body going slack. “there’s a good girl. you’re almost there for me, aren’t you baby? i can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

you nodded, your hands crawling back up to his sturdy shoulders. the lids of your eyes fluttering back open as you pulled him closer to your chest. a meek whimper slipping from your throat as you began to tip right over the precipice.

“there you go,” his free hand came up to stroke your hair, “let it all go for me. get my fingers all dirty, baby.”

your climax lasted only a few seconds, but the high of it drew you out to an escalated moment of pleasure. you didn’t even feel your pussy fluttering in response to his fingers slipping out or your hands falling limply off of his shoulders - just blissfully unaware of the world around you.

he wiped the white substance off on your shirt before hooking his fingers under your panties to pull them back up - your green joggers following shortly after. his breath tickling your left ear as he leaned down to whisper to your limp body, “goodnight sweetheart. sleep well.”

never leave young-il on watch when both of you are awake, noted gi-hun.

the end! i hope you enjoyed <3!

© cheetabites. don’t translate, claim or repost my works on any platform. jan 4 2025.

[simjaexy]

★ 𝙀𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙭 (𝙁) 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ★

౨ৎ why fight when we can just fuck?

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, lowercase intended, crying, arguments, eating out (jay), shower sex (jake), cursing, dom! heeseung x sub! reader, hair gripping (sunghoon), overstimulation (jay), mean dom! sunghoon x sub brat! reader, blowjobs (sunghoon), rough sex, jealousy (sunghoon)

genre ⇀ pure smut, little angst

w.c ⇀ 980

a/n ⇀ sorry for not posting for awhile but i made a drabble of the hyung line! i’m planning on making a heeseung fic soon so stay tuned for that :) i hope you enjoy so please reblog, comment, like, etc! not proofread!

masterlist here

౨ৎ you and heeseung had a disagreement over something trivial, but it escalated quickly. the tension was palpable, and you both ended up saying things you didn't mean.

later that evening, heeseung knocked on your door, his face filled with regret. "i'm really sorry," he said softly. "i didn't mean to hurt you.” he noticed your silence and held your hand, “i think i know what to do to make you forgive me.” was all he said before shutting the door behind him.

“h-hee!” you cried out when you felt his girth dick hitting the right spots that made your eyes roll back. heeseung groaned feeling you clench around him. he pinned both of your arms down on the bed and nibbled at your neck causing you to jerk at the sensation.

“fuck you feel so tight. wanna fuck this pussy all day. would you let me baby?” he whispered in your ear. you nodded your head feeling your climax finally coming.

“fuck hee i’m cumming!” you moaned. he slapped your ass watching it jiggle. a smirk never falling off his face.

“fuck go head and cream on this dick.” he spoke. that was all you needed before your orgasm came over you. heeseung slowed down and soon he came too.

“i’m sorry baby for having that stupid argument. i love you.” heeseung mumbled, rubbing his face in your neck. you giggled and kissed his cheek.

“it’s okay hee, i forgive you.”

౨ৎ you and jay had a heated argument about his busy schedule. you felt neglected, and he felt misunderstood. after cooling off, jay came to you with a sincere expression.

"i'm sorry for not considering your feelings," he admitted. "i promise to make more time for us."

he cupped your face when he saw a few tears streaming down, “it really hurts jay.”

he kissed your cheek, “how about i make it up to you now?”

“oh god seongie!” you cried out, feeling his tongue lick your bud. he groaned when you gripped his hair. he continued nibbling and licking your bud, the sweet taste of you making him feel crazy.

your back arched and jerked when he suddenly licked your folds, “seongie too much!” you whined.

“mhm.” was all jay said. he dipped his tongue in your hole and swirled it around causing your eyes to roll back. you felt your orgasm coming and locked your legs around jays head.

“s-seongie im cumming! please!” you whimpered. seongie looked up at you, his intense hazed lustful gaze staring at you caused you to finally cum. you groaned when he still continued to lick up all your sweet taste.

“n-no. no more.” you rasped out. jay finally let go of your pussy and licked his lips. you saw him starting to unbuckled his belt.

“i don’t think i’m gonna stop anytime soon darling. i’m gonna make it up to you.”

౨ৎ you and jake had a disagreement about a decision he made without consulting you. feeling hurt, you distanced yourself. jake noticed and came to you, looking genuinely sorry.

"i didn't mean to make you feel left out," he said. "i should have talked to you first. i'm really sorry.”

you nodded your head, still feeling a bit upset. jake noticed your same expression and rubbed your hip, “how about we wash these negativities away?”

“fuck jake!” you squealed out. the sound of loud skin slapping and moans filling up the steamy bathroom.

jake threw his head back feeling your clench around him. the steamy water making him feel even more hot.

“yeah? you like that? wanna fuck you so good.” he moaned. you frantically nodded your head. you would’ve been on the ground if it weren’t for jake holding your hips in place.

“pussy feels so good. does my princess feel good?” he slurred out. you felt your orgasm coming after hearing his dirty words. the only thing you could do was nod your head.

“g-gonna cum. cumming!” you gasped. that’s when you felt your legs shaking with you pussy throbbing around jake’s dick. jake came right then and there.

“m’sorry princess. i love you.” he said.

you hummed, still tired, “i love you too jake.”

౨ৎ you and sunghoon had an argument about a misunderstanding that spiraled out of control. both of you were stubborn, but sunghoon eventually approached you with a apology.

"i'm sorry for being so stubborn," he confessed. "i value our relationship too much to let this come between us."

you rolled your eyes, “should have though bout that before flirting with that waitress.” you mumbled.

sunghoon sighed, knowing you weren’t gonna let it down. instead of saying anything, sunghoon grabbed your wrist and took you guys to your bedroom.

“fuck just like that kitten.” he groaned. you moaned around his dick, feeling it throb in your mouth. the noise of your slobber and his precum around his dick turning you on more. your pussy wet with slick. sunghoon gripped your hair when he felt you hollow your cheeks.

“ah~ fuck! that’s right kitten, such a good kitten.” he purred out. you felt tears gathering around your eyes when he started pushing his dick deeper into your mouth.

sunghoon felt your hand tapping against his thigh, but that didn’t stop him. if you were gonna have attitude after his apology, he’ll find a way to make you shut up.

he felt his orgasm coming and lolled his head back, “shit gonna cum.” he said. that’s when he let go of your hair making you lick around his tip, wanting to taste his cum in your mouth.

feeling your wet tongue licking his tip made him jerk forward and that’s when he finally came in your mouth. you swallowed every bit of it and hummed in content.

sunghoon rubbed your jaw, “don’t complain about being jealous when your the only one that can make me cum like this.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

LOGAN HOWLETT 18+ thoughts about late night sex in the kitchen of xavier’s mansion

[fem!reader, mdni]

last one for a bit (this might be a lie bc I have another wip )

It’s late, the school quiet. Everyone asleep for the night. 

Or so you thought. 

Your late night trip to the kitchen for water taking a detour when you see Logan at the island, a secretly bought beer clutched in hand. It’s dark, the kitchen dimly lit by the moon’s cast through the window. You didn’t see him at first, nor did you expect anyone else to be up at this hour – the silk, slinky robe you threw on all evidence of that.

The supposed, simple journey to fetch a drink after some alone time escalating into something else. Something like you were picturing during those thirty-some minutes in your room.

The trip downstairs turning into hushed, hasty sex against the counter – the force of his front against your back pushing you further into the worktop ahead. Your hands situated firmly on the edge, fingers digging into the wood as a means to keep stable. His hold around your middle just as tight – his grasp only further aiding your stability.

He fucks into you testingly, the waistband of his pyjamas tucked just under his cock. His clothing revealing only what it needs in the same way yours does; robe flowing freely, fabric covering all of you except the parts that raise and crumple and ruche with his touch. 

You lift a leg, resting your knee on the counter to make more space for him behind – the new positioning opening you up further. The deeper angle allowing more strangled, hoarse, strained noises to fill the space. His fucking never once faltering with your struggling sounds.

Your back arching away from him and head falling onto his shoulder as a means to feel him just that bit more.

“Keep it down,” he whispers behind your ear. “Don’t want them hearing too much,” he teases, referring to the whole school of gifted individuals.

He was getting under your skin, trying to shame you for your shared urges. But it only made it that much hotter – the thought of being caught making it all the more thrilling.

And he knew that, he could feel it. The unknowing tightening of you around his cock acting as a tell. Like one big giveaway.

“Afraid of how much you like it?” he says, voice low and quiet as he speaks into your ear. Like before, only this time he’s closer. Lips practically grazing at your lobe.

You nod, body reacting before your mind gets a second to fight it. And when he feels you mere moments away from giving up all sense of quiet —your climax in the midst— he places a hand over your mouth, palm large over the bottom half of your face. His other moving to grab a handful of tit, fingers pawing and kneading into the squidge through the thin fabric.

His mouth on the back of your neck, lips pressing the faintest of kisses into your skin. The act spurring you along.

And when you both reach your end, panting over the edge of the counter, you’re quick to pretend as if it never happened —like those dozen secret encounters before— making yourselves busy when you see Scott appear in the doorframe. 

Your uneasy, darting eyes and Logan's messy hair and discarded tank acting as yet another huge giveaway.

this is lowkey ass, sorry guys. forgive me😫🙏

had this idea all week and needed to put it into words before I do a comfort blurb. k cool bye x

[mahgyu]

❝ I ONLY LOVE IT WHEN YOU TOUCH ME, NOT FEEL ME ❞

──── Warm jets of water bathed every inch of Toji's skin, the sound of water falling onto the floor in a cascade echoed throughout the bathroom. With his heightened senses, Toji quickly noticed the presence of another person with him in the bathroom, but soon flashed a brief smile when he realized it was you.

After observing over his shoulders, he goes back to soaking his dark hair, removing any remaining traces of shampoo. You allowed yourself to feel the droplets dripping from Toji's body as you hugged him from behind, uniting both bodies.

Even though you and Toji were just hooking up, the intense connection between you two was undeniable and the chemistry you possessed was palpable. When your bodies were together, they exuded lust.

"I don't usually shower with an audience, doll." He says playfully, without even turning in your direction.

"Would you prefer I leave?" You ask softly, as you slowly kiss Toji's shoulder blades.

"You know well that staying here is dangerous, don't you?" He turns to face you, his eyes locking with yours, both gazes silently expressing desire, orbs burning under each other's stare.

"Tsk, and what more could happen?" Your arms wrap around Toji's neck after your suggestive question.

"Playing the dumb little girl doesn't suit you at all." He responds promptly, moving his face slightly closer to yours.

You feel graced by the sight before you: Toji displaying a small and suggestive smile, his tempting scar curving along with it, his wet hair dripping and water running down his muscular body. Now, still trapped under Toji's penetrating gaze, you can feel him brushing his cock against your skin, soon bringing his mouth to your ear.

"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" He whispers, the warm breath blowing against the side of your face, making your body shiver all over.

You are already more than surrendered to Toji's firm touches on your equally water-soaked body. His mouth trails a path to yours, where he doesn't hesitate to kiss you with a certain roughness. The atmosphere shifts completely; the only sounds echoing through the bathroom are the waterfall of the shower and the vulgar sounds coming from the two of you.

"I need you so much, Toji..." You whimper, pouting softly against his lips.

In a sudden gesture, Toji lifts you effortlessly off the ground, pressing your body against the cold and wet wall. His mouth moves away from yours just to better capture your expression when he thrusts his hard cock into your intimacy.

Your pleasure rapidly escalates, your senses overridden by an overpowering urge to cry out for Toji after the initial thrusts into your needy pussy.

"Do you like it this way, kitty? Do you like how my cock hits you just right, huh?" Toji taunts mockingly, growling hoarsely as he hits deeper.

It seemed magical the control Toji had over your body, how powerless you felt when his cock was treating your pussy this way. It was never in your plans to be completely surrendered to Toji, but it wasn't something you could decide or choose, he had that hold over you.

"A-ah, Toji!" Your whimpers please Toji's ears. The shower water still flowed incessantly, both the moans and the friction between bodies seemed to compete for which sound sounded louder.

"Come on, sweetie, cum for me, cum with me." Toji urges. Your vision blurs and the knot in your belly unravels as you reach the peak. Toji reaches his own climax simultaneously, releasing the thick and milky liquid inside you, mixing it with your juices. The sweat of both is washed away by the shower above as you both try to align your heavy breaths, your once desire-filled gazes now reflecting satisfaction.

⠀

So I don't leave you all missing me for too long 🤭

I tried to correct it briefly, but I'm too tired to distinguish what's right or wrong there, sorryyy :c

Your interaction is very important to me, reblogs and comments are always welcome. 🫶🏻💕

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Outline your Plot

THREE ACT STRUCTURE

Act 1: The first act establishes the world and rules of the world in which your story is set, starts the central conflict, and ends with a turning point that leads to the next act.

Act 2: Act two is the middle of your story and includes the rising action that sends the story and characters into crisis. This act raises the stakes of your story, fully immerses your characters into their journey, and ends with a turning point that leaves readers wondering if the characters will succeed.

Act 3: The third act leads to the climax and main confrontation of your story, sees them through this conflict, then de-escalates into resolution.

FREYTAG’S PYRAMID

Exposition: Exposition provides background information and presents the audience with the who, where, and when.

Inciting incident: The inciting incident is the first conflict your characters encounter.

Rising action: Rising action begins with the inciting incident and is when the conflict starts to escalate.

Climax: This is the height of tension in your story. Here the main character is usually forced to face a difficult truth or make an important decision.

Falling action: Falling action occurs due to the character’s reaction or decision during the climax. This section starts the process of tying up loose ends, dissolving the conflict, and leads to the resolution.

Resolution: The resolution finishes tying up loose ends and shows how events have unfolded and characters and their world has changed.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[luna-azzurra]

Writing a romance scene between friends-turned-lovers

1. Build Tension and Chemistry:

Start by creating a strong foundation of emotional connection and chemistry between the characters. Show the reader why these friends are perfect for each other.

2. Use Inner Monologue:

Reveal the characters' inner thoughts and feelings. Allow readers to see their internal struggle and realization that their friendship has transformed into something more.

3. Subtle Gestures and Glances:

Describe subtle physical cues such as lingering touches, longing glances, or an accidental brush of hands. These small actions can speak volumes about the characters' growing attraction.

4. Dialogue:

Develop natural and engaging dialogue that reflects the characters' personalities. Use humor, vulnerability, and sincerity in their conversations to convey the depth of their emotions.

5. Setting and Mood:

Choose an appropriate setting that complements the romantic mood. Consider factors like lighting, ambiance, and the time of day to enhance the atmosphere.

6. Build Anticipation:

Slowly escalate the tension and anticipation as the characters become aware of their changing feelings. Tease the readers by delaying the moment of confession or physical intimacy.

7. Show Vulnerability:

Let your characters open up to each other, sharing their fears and insecurities. Vulnerability can be a powerful tool in a romance scene, making the characters relatable and endearing.

8. Physical Descriptions:

Provide sensory details when describing the characters' physical appearances. Highlight what makes each character attractive in the eyes of the other.

9. Create Realistic Obstacles:

Introduce obstacles or doubts that challenge the characters' path from friendship to romance. Overcoming these obstacles can make the relationship feel more genuine.

10. Build to the Climax:

Slowly build the scene to its climax, whether it's a passionate kiss, a confession of love, or another significant moment. Make it emotionally charged and meaningful.

11. Emotional Impact:

Ensure that the scene evokes a strong emotional response from the readers. Let them feel the characters' joy, relief, and excitement as the friendship evolves into romance.

12. Aftermath:

Show the aftermath of the romantic scene. How do the characters feel afterward? What changes in their relationship? What are their hopes and fears for the future?

13. Consistency:

Maintain consistency with the characters' personalities and the development of their relationship. Ensure that their actions and words align with their established traits and the progression of their bond.

[roturo]

❝ THEN DON'T HOLD BACK ❞

warnings: virgin!reader, toji fushiguro & sukuna ryomen (separated), soft dom!toji, overstimulation, corruption kink, breeding kink, mating press, possessive behavior, size kink lowk, virginity loss, smut, based on this request! ageless/blank users and minors dni, you'll get blocked.

a/n: my apologies for the banner, i swear maybe in like three weeks i'll edit it.

Sukuna:

Your nerves threatened to consume you as you faced Sukuna, your eyes shining with both fear and anticipation. "Sukuna...I want to tell you something," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. Sukuna's eyes darkened with hunger, his gaze never leaving yours. "Speak."

You took a deep, steadying breath. "I...I'm a virgin." The words tumbled out, your cheeks flushing.

Sukuna's eyes widened, his cock twitching at the news. "Good. That means you're going to be mine," he growled, his dominance plain in his tone. His hands trailed down your body, his touch electrifying. "I'm going to take you, and you'll be mine, fully and completely. Forever"

His fingers traced down your spine, then dipped beneath your panties. Sukuna's thumb flicked your clit, the sensation overwhelming. His breathing grew heavier, his movements more forceful.

"Your innocence makes me harder, can’t believe I'm taking this pure and innocent pussy," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "You're mine now, understand?"

You moaned, your body writhing under his touch. "Yes, Sukuna," you panted, the sensation of him overstimulating your senses. He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock hard and ready. Without warning, he thrust into you, the tightness gripping him like a vice. You cried out, your nails digging into the bedsheets.

Sukuna's hips met yours, his thrusts deliberate and intense. "You're perfect, baby," he groaned, one hand gripping your hip while the other cupped your breast, his thumb rolling your nipple teasingly.

You moaned, your body trembling under his onslaught. "Sukuna, I...I need more," you panted, your need for him growing.

He smirked, his hips jerking faster. "Mate," he growled, his grip on you growing tighter. "You’re my mate now, I'll give you everything you desire."

The room filled with the sounds of your new sensations and needs, the crescendo of your moans and cries escalating. Sukuna's thrusts became more erratic, his own pleasure mounting. "Cum for me, love," he ordered, his voice rough. The mating press and overstimulation heightened your pleasure, the edge of your climax tantalizingly close. In your maddened state, you didn't realize your walls clenching around him, your body on the brink.

"Please, Sukuna...I can't hold it anymore…" you begged, your body quivering.

His own need gripped him, his eyes blazing with an all-consuming fire. "Then don't hold back," he snarled, his control slipping.

The two of you fell into the abyss, the overwhelming sensation of your impending climax crashing over you. You cried out, your body spasming as you came, your body becoming a thing of pure sensation, shivering and trembling under Sukuna's unrelenting assault.

Toji:

Toji's eyes darkened with hunger as he gazed at you, a poor virgin eager to explore the depths of pleasure. His fingers trailed down your body, his touch gentle at first, like a breeze rustling leaves. You shivered under his touch, your breath hitching. "Are you ready, love?" Toji Fushiguro murmured, his voice low and commanding.

You nodded, your cheeks flushing. "Please...I want to feel you inside me, Toji." You whispered, your heart pounding.

He grinned, peeling off your clothes. You blushed, your skin flushed from shame, but also anticipation. Toji positioned himself at your entrance, his cock hard and ready.

In one fluid movement, he thrust into you, the tightness of your virginity gripping him like a warm, wet vice. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck..." You moaned as your pussy clenched around him. Toji began to move, his hips slamming into yours with deliberate intensity. "You feel so damn good, baby," he grunted, his hands cupping your hips like they'd always been there.

You trembled under the onslaught of his slow, steady dominance, your body growing tense with anticipation. You wrapped your legs around him, more than eager to match his pace.

His hand cupped your breast, his thumb rolling your nipple teasingly. "God, you're so tight," he mumbled, his gaze never leaving yours.

His grip tightened around your hip, your body arching under his touch, his size stretching you in ways you didn't think possible. A sense of awe and wonder filled you, your body quivering at this newfound sensation of being filled to the brim.

Your moans grew louder as Toji Fushiguro's thumb circled your nipple, every fiber of your being focused on the pleasure building inside you. "Please, Toji...don't stop," you begged, your body growing tense with anticipation.

He smirked, his hips jerking faster. "As you wish,my love." He growled, his grip on you growing tighter. "I'm not stopping."

The room was filled with the sounds of your sex, your cries and moans blending together. Toji's thrusts grew more aggressive, his pleasure nearing its climax. "Cum for me, love," he ordered, his voice hoarse with lust.

The sensation of Toji's cock inside you, coupled with his thumb teasing your nipple, sent your mind spinning. Your body trembled, your senses on edge. "Toji, I...I can't take it anymore," you panted, your body begging for more.

He smirked, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched your body's reaction. "Yes you fucking can, go on..," he growled, his hips slamming into yours, his need for you clear in each thrust.

Your moans grew louder, your nails digging into his chest, your body arching off the bed as the pleasure built like a tidal wave. "Toji, please…," you panted, your need for him overpowering any sense of control you still had.

Toji's eyes blazed with a fierce fire as he watched your body writhe beneath him. "Go on princess,," he snarled, his grip tightening as his thrusts grew more erratic. "cum for me, baby."

You cried out, your body shuddering as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your pussy clenched around him, your body trembling under Toji's unrelenting assault. "Toji, I can't hold back any longer," you begged, your body quivering.

Toji roared, his control slipping. "Then don't hold back," he snarled, his need for you consuming him.

[v1x3n]

S I L E N T C O N F E S S I O N S

kento nanami x reader ⸝⸝ navigation

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you and kento have a odd relationship, you would have casual, friendly sex - a friends with benefits relationship some would say , but what happens when kento starts catching feelings?

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : fluff, smut - soft sex, big cock, fwb relationship, sweet and caring kento, whipped kento? aftercare.

“oh ken!” you moan as he thrusts into you, arms on either side of you. his hips in between your legs and his cock buried deep into you. sex with kento was not like anyone you had ever had sex with. he was caring as he pulls his long dick into your tight hole, checking every second if it's okay as he slowly pushes into you - filling you up. he was gentle with his thrusts and how she fucks you, nice and gentle when he looks into your eyes while you moan and whine his name. he was kind when you wanted something different, the only thing he would refuse is to be harsh towards you. you don't think he had it in him. he was loving with his actions and they way you fuck, he was.. he fucked like he was your husband, or maybe your boyfriend. Yet he wasn't, he was just a friend. a very special friend.

“you close, darling?” he grunts as he passionately fucks into you, slowly but deeply. you nod and grab onto his shoulders, burying your nails into him and leaving deep marks and scratches. clenching around him as his eyes roll back, you feel him reaching climax. a pleasure washing over you as you see his fucked out, sweaty and blush killed face. this was a sight you and only you saw. He swallowed as he bent down to kiss you, well he kissed you. his tongue ran over your lips then into your mouth, exploring his way in there. your moans trail and echo through his mouth as he begins to slowly kiss you. both your lips pressed together, mixing with one another. “sososo beautiful” he rambles and his hand comes to the side of your head, rubbing the hair there and you whimper at the soft motion. He ruts a little faster into you, in a response you moan passionately. “oh!” you gasp loudly. “gu- gonna cum, ken..” you whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. 

“I know” he breathes out, groaning loudly and squeezing his eyes shut. He could almost sense and feel it more than before, “can- can feel it, love” his voice strangled by the moan that falls out of him. Once he opens his eyes, you're looking up at him. with those big doe eyes he loves, fluttering eyelashes that melt him while you bring your lips to his and give him a soft kiss. flopping back down as his motions get the tiniest but faster, “this okay?” he checks and you nod. This was way more than okay.

months ago you wouldn't have imagined that you would be fucking nanami, but dreams do come true.

gojo had forced the two or yous out at a club, got yous drunk then he had fucked off. probably shagging some girl he had just met or something like that. nanami and you started talking thennn started kissing… thenn bringing him home. it escalated from there but you two had a chat, and decided maybe this could be a regular thing?

no strings attached of course, no feelings involved. He said that but did he really mean it?

kento glazes down your body, all weak and hot and it was all because of him, “cum f’ me, love” as if a cog twists into place as he says that, you come undone, cum spurting out of your hole when he pulls out. pumping his cock on top of your limp body and cumming all over your lower stomach, you whine at him as the sticky mess grows drips onto the bed sheets. the messy sheets not being s problem, kento glosses over it and looks over at you, looking down at your cunt. “fuck” he groans at the hot sight. “you okay?” he slowly gets up, grunting as he does so - you nod at him, “more than okay”

Swiftly he gets out of bed, a few groans and more grunts when he eventually stands up before he waddles off to the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet towel to clean you up. Seeing come back in a small twist in your heart beats strongly, seeing him care so much even if you were just a friend. “You didn't have t’ ken” sweetly smiling at him and his kindness, he replies, “of course I did, and I wanna” making eye contact with you as he approaches you, dapping your stomach and swiping the mess off of you, going down to your cunt. A sigh leaves you as kento cleans you up gently - not wanting to make you uncomfortable. “You are too sweet” mumbling as  you haze down at him, he smiles up at you. Almost like he said thank you with his sweet grin. 

He puts the towel into a washing basket placed in his room, and he hops into bed with you. Caressing your hair and getting you comfy - putting the blankets on you. You smile at him, he was far too kind to you. Too kind for just a friend. “You okay?” you as him, fluttering eyelashes while you grab the blanket and prop it over your chest - covering the sight from his eyes.he nods once at you, “always” 

You rest your head on his chest and he pulls you close, his fingers scraping through your hair and playing with the strands, he knew this would make you fall straight to sleep. Petting your head and stroking you, as if you were a puppy beside him. Your friend sighed contently and pulled you closer, whiffing your natural scent as he did. Your smell filling his nostrils, was it vanilla ? you smelt like the bakery you two love to go to. “Rest now, sweetheart” you nod at kento, nuzzling into his chest ,his arm wrapped around you and his other hand resting in your hair, playing with it.

Feeling your eyes flutter shut - you can hear his mutter sweet words into your hair, muffled by the slumber approaching. You could hear a, “did so good f’ me.” Your hearing blurred as you drift off into sleep, hearing his soothing voice just sent you off. You could swear you could hear him once more, you heard a, “I love you, sweetheart.” 

But that was just your half asleep mind, right?

୨୧ taglist: @zn0v1a //

[cherriready]

By order of the King

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader, Helaena Targaryen x Niece!Reader (Possibly in the future), Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader (Possibly in the future)

WC: 2.4k

Summary: Amidst political turmoil and family feuds, the only and eldest Velaryon daughter, struggles through a tumultuous marriage arranged for strategic gain that quickly escalates into betrayal and tragedy. As she grapples with grief and tensions mount, she faces heartache and sorrow, she grapples with her future as a looming conflict threatens to engulf her in a web of deceit and fear.

Warnings: Mature themes, sexual content (mentioned and lightly described), power dynamics, toxic relationship, violence and death, incestuous overtones, emotional turmoil, psychological themes, character deaths, ambiguous morality.

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Not only was war about to break out, ready to blow everything up — including the Targaryen dynasty. Her damn marriage of convenience was also about to explode.

It was King Viserys, her grandfather, who proposed the marriage between his eldest granddaughter and his second son, Aemond Targaryen. The idea was not well-received by any of the black team's supporters, especially Rhaenyra Targaryen, but having to ensure that her son Luke was the heir to Driftmark, she had to give in and betroth her firstborn and only daughter, her dear baby girl.

Not everything was disadvantageous, since having her younger half-brother married to her daughter would bind and commit the greens to seeing her as the future queen.

Or so they all briefly thought, until the King's death.

"The rift in our family will heal, and we will be more united." This was what Viserys the Peaceful said, with difficulty, as he received Rhaenyra and Daemon, and all their progeny, at court for the first time in six years.

The wedding was held that same afternoon, privately. Only the closest to the king attended the ceremony. His children, his wife, his grandchildren, his nieces, the Hand, and Princess Rhaenys. Shortly after, he succumbed to pain, having to be taken to his quarters where he drank milk of the poppy to be able to sleep.

The Hightowers thought this would benefit their discussion about Driftmark's inheritance the next day. Without the king present, they could declare Vaemond Velaryon as heir to his brother, the Sea Snake, who was still hovering between life and death. And, in a way, they could more freely insinuate the illegitimacy of Rhaenyra's elder children. Killing two birds with one stone.

"Now you are a recognized Targaryen, despite your illegitimate descent, wife." These were the first venomous words Aemond addressed to his now wife for the first time in years. "I will make sure you do not follow your mother's path, that the children you carry in your womb are mine, and no one else's." He murmured, while caressing his wife's dark hair, a certain warmth and delicacy in the act.

"I would never think of it, my prince." She whispered, carefully watching his movements as he circled her.

As if she were his prey.

"Do you know what comes next? What is expected of you on our wedding night?" He asked, tilting his head, once he stood in front of her.

"To consummate our union, to give you an heir."

"Hm." He hummed. "I will not be harsh with you, I will be gentle. Until you ask me not to be."

There was no love between them, not even the slightest hint of the friendship that once existed in their childhood. She would be lying if she said he did not keep his word. He was not rough or harsh with her, but considerate and gentle. The union brought something she did not expect, pleasure.

She felt a lot of pleasure; he gave her pleasure. She supposed it was to keep her satisfied, so she wouldn't seek comfort in another man's arms, thus avoiding the possibility and shame of bastards.

Bastards of a bastard, it sounded ironic.

Once he finished inside her, after making her climax three times, he caressed her face, looking attentively at how her face reflected pleasure and satisfaction. Then he got off her, dressed, and left her alone in her room, without a word.

A few days later, her mother, her brothers, Daemon, and her stepsisters had to return to Dragonstone, leaving her in that place infested with snakes and traitors — without knowing what was to come.

Her grandfather died that very night, and the next day, not even a full day later, they crowned Aegon as king in the Dragonpit, in front of the entire people. Placing the conqueror's crown on his head, wielding his sword to the cheers of the people.

She could only bite her tongue and dig her nails into her skin until she bled, while averting her gaze. Not recognizing her uncle, the usurper, as king.

That night, when her husband visited her chambers to have sex with her again, as expected of him, as had been the case every night since they married, it was she who took control. It was she who set the pace and used him, leaving behind the gentleness he had previously offered her. It was she who began to be harsh.

Their encounters became rough and hard, with no room for frills or romance. After all, that was the only way she had to vent.

They did it, finished, and each went their separate ways.

In less than a month she was already pregnant.

"Blessed be the gods for this good news." Was what Alicent Hightower said upon receiving the news, while taking the hands of her young daughter-in-law. "Viserys would be delighted with this news. Finally, the Seven smile upon us."

"Do you think? I think they mock us." She whispered, tears in her eyes.

She wanted to go home, to find comfort in her mother's arms, who should be the queen of the Seven Kingdoms and sitting on the Iron Throne.

From the day they received the news, Aemond stopped visiting her at night, and she spent hours staring at her bed canopy, caressing her still nonexistent baby bump. The life growing inside her was the only thing she had in that cold place.

How she longed to talk to her mother freely, but of course, writing to her and sending a raven at that time, without supervision, without practically the entire king's small council approving it, could be considered treason. And to think of proposing to visit her, by the Seven Gods.

What a fucking mess.

Days went by, her loneliness grew, her breasts became more sensitive, her aversion to certain smells became more noticeable. Still, the only pleasant company she had and found some comfort in was Helaena and her children.

Beings of light, innocent and joyful.

"How are things with my brother?" Helaena asked while observing the cages in which she kept some insects.

"He usually asks about how I am feeling, how the pregnancy is going — but other than that, we do not... interact. We practically live separate lives."

"Does he not discuss his duties with you?"

"The bare minimum. I only know that today he is leaving for Storm's End, to speak with Borros Baratheon."

"Oh." Helaena said, looking at her with an expression she couldn't decipher.

"What is it?"

"It is just that I feel a storm is coming. I do not know, it is strange."

"But the skies are clear, Hel?"

And the storm came, just as Helaena had said.

The next morning she woke up later than usual, none of the maids who usually attended to her came to wake her, which made her wonder why no one had disturbed her until then. She tried to dismiss the thought, leaning towards the belief that they were simply letting her rest due to the lack of energy she felt because of the pregnancy.

When she left her room to meet Helaena and have breakfast with her, she encountered one of the Kingsguard, Ser Arryk Cargyll, who had been patiently waiting for her, for who knows how long.

"Did Helaena send you for me?" The young princess asked doubtfully, as it was usually not Ser Arryk who escorted her anywhere.

"No, princess." Replied the sworn knight softly. "The queen mother sends me; she is waiting for you to meet her and Prince Aemond in her apartments." He said, pointing out the path they were to take, a fleeting, small, empathetic smile adorning his face as if he were trying to hide something.

"Has something happened, Ser Arryk?" She asked as they walked towards Alicent Hightower's apartments. Uncertainty gripped her, for each time they encountered someone from the court, or a servant or guard, they averted their gaze from the young woman, as if not wanting to reveal something. "Have I been accused of treason or something?" The young woman murmured with a mix of doubt and jest, stopping and looking at the Cargyll twin.

"Not at all, princess." The man replied, shaking his head. "The reason for the audience will be revealed when we arrive, I promise."

"Has someone died, by any chance?" The young woman asked, the question hanging in the air.

Ser Arryk did not respond, simply escorting her to the queen mother's chambers. Where, indeed, she discovered that someone had died.

Her baby brother, Luke. At the hands of her own husband, ironically.

With one hand over her mouth and the other over her stomach, she shook her head, under the watchful eyes of Aemond, Alicent, Otto, Aegon, and Ser Criston. She leaned against the brick wall of the queen's chambers, her gaze passing over each of the people present, her tears welling up in her eyes, and the words unable to pass her throat, where she felt a tight knot.

Alicent tried to approach her, raising a hand to touch her shoulder in consolation. "Oh, sweet girl, this was—" she tried to speak, as she finished approaching her.

The young woman, with a slap, pushed her hand away and took a few steps back to distance herself. Now, with tears streaming down her cheeks, blurring her vision, she clumsily opened the door and briskly set off towards anywhere far from any of them.

Without a fixed direction, she turned every corner she encountered until an overwhelming urge to vomit flooded her, and she ended up clutching a large decorative urn, where she emptied her stomach. Amidst the vomiting and retching, she felt a hand rubbing her back in support.

“No, no—” she tried to speak as she pulled away from the person, slightly dragging herself on the ground, wiping her lips with the sleeve of her dress. “No, please,” she whispered through tears, her eyes closed.

“I do not like feeling sick either.”

“What— Jaehaerys…” she whispered the boy’s name, who brought his little hand to her face and wiped away a tear.

“Does your tummy hurt, Auntie?” asked the little boy, who was kneeling beside her, his head tilted and looking at her with concern. Innocence was all that reflected in the eyes of the usurper's progeny.

“A little, yes. Something did not sit well with me, little one.” The young woman sniffed and tried to smile at the boy as best she could.

“Jaehaerys.” Helaena called to her young son, and seeing how he tried to comfort the princess, she approached them, kneeling in front of the duo. “Why don’t you go play with your sister, hm? I shall stay and take care of her, yes?”

The silver-haired boy looked at his mother and then at his aunt, who was still giving him a small smile, even though her lower lip was trembling. He nodded and looked at the small wooden dragon he had in one of his hands before placing it in the young princess’s hand.

“You can keep it until you feel better.”

“Thank you, little prince.”

“Maybe playing with it will help you.” He murmured before standing up and running towards one of the servants who took care of Helaena’s children.

The usurper’s wife, whom she had adored since childhood, helped her up from the ground, and with an arm around her, while she cried silently, accompanied her to her room, where she broke into almost agonising, pain-filled sobs. Helaena sat at the foot of the young woman’s bed while she cried with her head in her lap, broken with grief.

For hours, the one considered the new queen, with a pure heart and only good intentions, stayed in the same position, doing everything in her power to calm and console her dear one, who was her sister-in-law, niece, and friend, all in one person. She stroked her long hair while trying to offer comforting words; the young Velaryon, slightly younger than her, could only cling to her waist with one arm, while in the other hand she held the wooden dragon that little Jaehaerys had given her. She kept her face hidden in Helaena’s lap, crying and crying, until finally, she fell asleep from crying and sobbing so much.

“Leave. Have you not made her suffer enough?” she thought she heard Helaena say sharply, something that very rarely happened, in the distance of her dream.

She knew that the one who was now definitely her only trusted person in the place had just thrown out her husband, the murderer of her younger brother.

Aemond did not manage to articulate a word to excuse himself when he showed up, merely mumbling under his breath, his gaze fixed on his beautiful wife, clinging to the body of his sister.

Helaena gave him a fierce, defiant look, insisting without repeating her words that he leave, which he eventually did. The slam of the door behind him woke the princess, who turned her head and stared at the door.

“Do not worry, he is gone now,” murmured Helaena, looking at her with sadness and empathy, still stroking her hair.

“I do not know what I am going to do,” whispered the young Velaryon, her voice hoarse from crying so much, as she lowered her hand to her belly, where her baby was growing.

That creature, who was also the progeny of a Kinslayer, the prince with one eye. The person she could most despise at that precise moment.

The mere thought of being responsible for giving him a child, something that was already happening, made her blood boil and filled her with deep disgust for the situation.

And indirectly, a certain rejection, towards her unborn child.

She was condemned to spend the rest of her days with him, bound to him, because of her condition. Because of the son or daughter who had not yet been born, but soon would be.

She was in that position by the decision of Viserys, her late and naïve grandfather. “By order of the king…” she murmured sarcastically, as she felt the tears well up in her eyes again.

By order of the late king, she was in that situation, but that would not stop her from making things difficult for Aemond.

A shadow began to loom over her, just as the war that was about to be declared.

Although, to be honest, they were all screwed.

So royally fucked.

[genesisami]

First post on tumblr, I have NO IDEA how this works

Random before bed idea

CW: somewhat NSFW, nothing heavy but mentions of sex! All characters aged up to be 18+! Reader gender doesn’t matter

Not proofread :p

Reader who has a situationship with Rin, the two hook up occasionally no strings attached type relationship.

The both of you were highschool… friends. Despite your not so secret admiration and crush on his brother Sae, the two of you got along quite well. You two would often hang out on your own accords, playing games or having him best you at soccer. You would talk to Sae almost as if Rin wasn’t there, asking him to join the two of you. He would always decline though, much to Rin’s pleasure.

Rin couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable with the way you gushed over his brother. He would constantly try to get your attention more by showing off his soccer skills or working out a little bit more to match his brother’s physique.

After a while, your relationship with Rin began to escalate. The two of you becoming more and more intimate with eachother.

The first time you two had intercourse it felt great, it was just you, Rin and the creaking of the bed. Though, the problems began to start when you neared your first climax with him. While orgasming you yelled out his brother’s name rather than the male actually having sex with you. “Sae…!!”

Rin stared down at your flushed face, his face showing confusion but angry hidden beneath. You apologised of course and said that your mind was just a mess due to the situation.

But it didn’t stop there, the more you two became intimate the further you drifted apart as friends.

In your eyes he was just a substitute for the real sae.

Situationship!Rin who will always be there when you need him to fill your hole

Situationship!Rin who feels a little disheartened when you ask him to wear one of Sae’s jerseys

Situationship!Rin who forces himself to use the same cologne as his brother does before meeting up with you, otherwise you won’t touch and caress his body at all

Situationship!Rin who feels pangs of jealousy when you call out his brothers name while climaxing instead of his

Situationship!Rin who loves making out with you during sex, its the only way he can be assured you won’t say his brothers name.

Situationship!Rin who wishes he could fight the urge to stay hard inside of you when you call out Sae’s name. Wishing that he could just go limp on you in rebellion, but instead his desire for you is too strong, being able to pump load’s inside of you as many times as you’d like.

Situationship!Rin who one day decides to fuck you infront of a mirror, to force you to see him and see him making you feel amazing. But that day he notices how long it takes you to climax as opposed to usual.

Situationship!Rin who hopes everyday that you’ll tell him you love him for himself. Not pretending to be Sae or anyone else.

Situationship!Rin who sees you hanging out with Sae mid practice, his heart about to explode from the sight. He as right there, you don’t need Sae, you have Rin. He can be Sae for you, he can be better, just love him please.

One night Rin hears you come over to the Itoshi estate, his heart rushes thinking you’ve come to confess to him. Only to have his feelings crushed when he walks out of his room and sees you talking to Sae.

That night he could hear the sounds of a creaking bed and moans leaking through the wall separating his room from Sae’s. He feels straight envy as he can tell your moans sound more, pleasureful, energetic, loving.

That night Rin couldn’t help himself from jerking off to the sounds of you moaning, wishing it was him making you do that.

One day, just one day Rin hoped that you might see him as just more than a Sae-lookalike fuck buddy.

I hope this was alright for my first post! Lmk if there’s any characters or whatever i should write about!

[soulsh1t]

Imagine calling Nanami daddy in bed

Calling Nanami daddy might just bring out a new side of him..

‼️ MDNI ‼️

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Nanami's heart nearly stopped, his grip on your hand tightened, and the tempo of his thrusts grew frenzied. A dirty word like 'Daddy' from your lips, used in this context, caused a flood of emotions. A rush of hot blood coursed through his veins, igniting his lust to new heights.

The sight of your body writhing beneath him, perfectly illuminated by the dim light of the room, was all it took for Nanami's resolve to crumble. Their milky, youthful skin glistened with sweat, a stark contrast to the darkness of Nanami's hand employed to smack your hips with thunderous force.

Your moans were music to Nanami's ears, escalating in pitch and intensity as he drove them to the edge. The power dynamic that had formed between them was electrifying, the sordid dance of dominance and submission reaching a fevered pitch.

Nanami felt as though his eyes were about to burst from the sockets, a sense of urgency pulsating in his veins. His balls tightened, his thrusts grew desperate, and the room filled with the primal chorus of your debauchery.

"Cum for me darling" Nanami ordered through gritted teeth. "Let go of everything for daddy"

Your hips bucked convulsively, signaling that your release was imminent —ignited by Nanami's ruthless stimulation—throbbed, begging for the release just as desperately. The pent-up energy released, with a deafening moan, You spilled your seed all over your own abdomen.

It was like a domino effect as, sensing the end, Nanami shuddered deeply, ropes of his essence spilling into you with an almost animalistic groan. His orgasm overtook him, rendering him momentarily spent, his body heavy and languid, before collapsing onto you.

Panting heavily, eyes glossed over, they laid there, wrapped in each other's arms, the climax of their carnal

desires intertwined. An erotic haze had taken over, and as the high faded, the gravity of their actions hit them both like a ton of bricks.

In the hush of the aftermath, you finally had the clarity to register how Nanami's hand had slipped from smacking their hips to tenderly stroking their sweat-covered body. The gentle touch was a stark contrast from their earlier passion, creating an indescribable sensation.

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Just imagine tho

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HIII! sorry for the late post I thought I would’ve been able to write a few more things before I officially started starting posting on here but the universe was not on my side and I got crazy busy these past few day

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But I do hope you enjoyed (pls send feedback if any❗️) this and I will try and blog more. LUV U <33

ALSO I did I want to post this earlier for Nanami birthday but couldn’t on time so this is my happy late late birthday to my sugar daddy (≧◡≦)

X0X0 - Urfavslutsoul (^з^)-☆Chu!!