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shrimp-anon · 2 years ago

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FUCK YOU I CRIED AGAIN WITH AZUL AFTER I CRIED OVER MY OWN ANGST WRITING OC X BLADE 😭

# when you don't like them back !

TO. riddle, leona, azul, kalim.

c/w: vague mention of alcohol dependency

my thoughts will echo your name

until i see you again.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.

riddle rosehearts is a man who does not possess a weak heart. he's someone who's learned the hard way through laborious tasks, a pious student who's vigorous enough to use up all the remaining ink in each and every pen he owns. but use do they all add up to when they're just a faulty, forfeitable protection against your transcendent beauty?

you tore down his walls, stepped into the craven parts of his heart, and became the spring to his winter. and all of that affection that stormed in his head multiplies tenfold when he catches a glimpse at your fleeing figure, illuminated by the flickering hallway lights that shone down on every strand of hair, every footprint left behind, and the sparkle that glimmered in your eyes that makes his heart stop and stare.

he thinks—and thinks, but he doesn't understand how he thinks the world of such trifle actions that sets his heart aflutter. he clutches his chest, achingly, to put a stop to his heartbeat that only resounded through the wounded walls of his body just, and only for you.

the adoration that pines for your touch on his skin, your fingertips padding along the sides of his jawline, all so close yet so far. the painfully horrific confines of his heart that encloses his utopian memories with you, ones where the golden hour that lays onto the horizon of the earth as it disseminates its glory at such right times its uncanny—like you're some other being apart from him.

but god, has he always stooped this low?

what happened to the different monographs regularly bounded beyond the protection of his hands, why are they strewn all over the ground and looked like it's been violently mauled by some beast? why is the lamp on the floor, that god damned clock broken—fragments of glass protruding out from the carpet and all?

he's losing it, and he knows. mother has never taught me any of this, so why—what am i doing now? just then, his eyes meet a stranded shard of glass. his reflection staring back at him, and he starts to sob.

it's useless, everything. no matter how smart he gets, your presence always crawls to haunt him back. he tries to recollect, but it's been long since he was ever vulnerable around anyone. and queen forbid—the sugar cubes he so much treasures doesn't taste as sweet anymore.

in spite of everything, he doesn't let his grades falter. he still consumes the same meals daily, and he continues to act as heartslabyul's destined housewarden, for the betterment of himself and his dorm. but the words 'of himself' sounds vacant, as if they don't mean anything if you aren't there for him, to cloak him in your warmth. and truthfully, he feels bad for his helpless outbursts that are powerful enough to bring even the devil to his knees.

he finally found someone he could have fun with, who he could break the rules for. who he was able to fulfill his lifelong wishes with without the nosy eyes of his mother. did they mean nothing to you, in fact?

nevermind, it's time to stop this useless dawdling and get up to start the day right. another day of being riddle rosehearts, another day of never being good enough.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.

he's inebriated in the way you trace the scar around his eye at the crack of dawn, eyes of emerald that fall shut as you make the jagged margins of his life glisten with fervour. being in a relationship was certainly not on his 2023 bingo card.

he's expressed his solid condemnation into having a significant other—'having the hots for someone', as they say, and it's as clear-cut as it is. the thought of being in one sends a rush of bile bubbling up his throat, pushing him to double-over and let it all out. he can't imagine committing and spending a future with someone, no matter how high their royal status is. he finds the decisions dependent in the name of hierarchy nothing more than mind screwing.

and you proved him right. proved him so right that his heart swells with drunken affection which numbed at the tip of his tongue that usually rolled out grimy remarks. you heal him—like vinegar to rust. regardless of how big of a crowd he has, how many brilliant trinkets he was gifted, they'll all pale in comparison to the time he spends with you.

smudged lipstick marks and tousled bedheads has him feeling new, like his faith has been restored and crystallised into something precious—as his hands desperately grasp on to the remaining shreds of his life that he bled for.

but he never expected himself out of all people to descend into the pit of delusion, an immersive dimension that he thought he was immune to. but he's a human with—emotions, after all.

he woke up at the call of daylight, noticing the message on his phone that emerged from nothing into something as quick as he could tell. and it wasn't about his studies—or his family—or whether he had a good rest the previous night. and certainly not a 'good morning' either. your message seemed...too long to be just that.

"just asking...will you be able to get me with ruggie somewhere by the end of this week? i want to tell him something."

his reaction isn't timely, in fact—he leaves it on read for a while to brood over his morning happenings before his expression morphs into something morose. and because of you...?

and as quick as dandelion seeds whirling away, the lion-and-hyena tandem he held so dear to his heart loses its face on the earth. and he can't say that losing multiple people at once was a first.

cheka frets, and falena has to cover his eyes just in time for him as he gives leona a once-over before admonishing the younger with heated disapproval. "what has gotten into you?"

"yeah, yeah. run away." he flicks a hand his direction, and uncorks another labelled bottle once again. if he can't have you—or anything at all, then he'll feed and feed on your tears until they become his own.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

one exchanged smile with him, and you paint his world in a myriad of colours he had yet to see down the darkened expanse of the sea.

you lay his incremental need for approval to rest behind the crevices of his mind, your flawless touches of sparkles that has him feeling like a person who could take on the entire world with their bare hands. and he's devoted—if money means something, you mean millions. if the sky looked too bright for a midnight sight, he'd gladly pluck you out of the billions that dared to shine brighter than you.

he frankly held no opposition to how cheap you may have lived—he'll favour you a job at the lounge as a lounge singer, listening with passionate awe in his eyes as you coat the grounds in layers and layers of euphoria while holding your microphone with a heartfelt grip that captures the hearts of people nearby.

he sees the way you pace back and forth before your weekly gigs on the stage, wringing your hands like how you do in class as you get called up to unveil your conglomerate of ideas, readying yourself for the work and business life. azul has to contain himself before his chuckles dominated the backstage, silly as you may seem. he slowly saunters over to rub his hands up and down your forearm.

"thank you," you beam at him, and tighten your grip on the microphone, like he'd just stabbed a yearslong of confidence straight into your deepest weaknesses.

you're grateful, and you can't wait to finally sing your heart out to the person that saved you through countless sleepless nights where the moon looked like it was about to drop at any moment. he's your salvation—a source of light when you were at your lowest.

you climb up the stage, and sit on the designated stool azul had acquired just for you. every night, day, weeks—he looks forward to the mellow sound of your voice to come mend his trembling spirit, as if he's a pathetic child once again that carved the initials of his enemies onto the sea sand. though, he doesn't miss the faded glint in your eyes being directed towards the crowd, possibly at someone, like passing letters in secrecy.

he arrives at his table along the twins, and waits for you to start.

you giggle, and adjust the microphone until it's in close contact with your lips. "this is for you, jamil."

azul's lost throughout the entire performance. he can feel his glasses starting to slip off, and why does your voice sound a bit off? he hears it, love, forever, the words jumbled up in a single song that brings an ear-splitting sound of ringing up and about in his ears until it shuts out everything else, missing jade's furrowed eyebrows and worried persuasions to take him to the bathroom.

soon after, you hear the indistinct sound of chair legs scrapping across the ground and hurried footsteps reverberating off the walls. he wonders how long it's been since he's made a fool of himself in front of everyone?

he turns the deadbolt to the nearest restroom, slams the door shut, and lunges his body forward towards a sink. it's not long until he hears the door bursting open, before his vision of the sink bleeds into inky, pitch black darkness.

KALIM AL-ASIM.

"hey, hey, you up?" he'd shake your shoulder until you were wide awake, resplendent eyes of vermilion that shone behind silvery streams of moonlight, rivalling each other as if it were ruby and sapphire.

you weren't sold on the idea of a late night escapade at first—given the fact that there was school the very next morning. if your time anxiety wasn't a mountain of a task to get over, you'd interlock your hands with him in an instant with tender-hearted laughter encompassing the area, like two fated runaways who were bound together by the everlasting strings of love. kalim holds these moments close to his heart, as if it's his own treasure trove that nobody could ever get close to opening.

kalim wasn't even aware of the feelings he caught for you until jamil actually took him through a quick rundown of things—for example, how he notices the slight twitch of kalim's hand that ached for the warmth of yours. how he always views you through rose-tinted lens which filled a certain part of his heart that he didn't know that he wanted to fill. he knew there was something deep down that he was missing, through childhood and his teenage years of living with a silver spoon in his mouth.

and you sprinkled him in stardust. he's grateful for all the days where he gets to feel the sun's rays from heaven that hovered over his body that reminds him of your smile that he's so keen to protect. it just tells him that if he gets to live to see the next day, that means he'd get to see you. you make his entire being soar like no other.

despite the provocative whispers that run like water down the hallways due to his upbringing, you still manage to spend time with that airhead that you wish you could love back.

a few people knew he was a lost cause, so who were you to interfere?

you keep telling—convincing yourself that it was his fault that he got attached too quickly. but you can't help but feel a sense of foreboding at the back of your mind as you scrawl down your confession for another being in hot red.

"don't come crying to me when things don't go the way you planned. i've warned you." jamil is there to watch him as kalim scrambles to take out his bouquet of roses that he hid so "skillfully" without you knowing from his locker just in time for valentines day, along with a hand-written letter that he adorned so carefully in hearts.

he had a feeling that you were about to arrive to your next class somewhere about now. but someone else was your priority while you were his. what were the odds?

"don't worry, they'll like it!" and he jogs up to you once he sees you ambling down the—crowded halls. jamil tries to hold him back, but alas.

there's something weird going on with your face. you whisper to yourself to not cringe at the confession that he prepared and presented so widely out in the open, the loving lilt in his voice that continues to strike your heart with hard, unceasing blows. this can't be happening, you should have never spent so much time with him.

you hurriedly push him out of the way and bolt to the nearest class you could find, and he stood there, appalled out of his mind. everything happened in a mere second that the people surrounding the two of you had to process what just happened.

and the whispers overflow like a forgotten tap once again. some laughing and whispering that 'pure-hearted people such as him should've never gotten his hopes up'. or 'what time does he have to focus on love when he'll continue to bomb the next set of upcoming exams?'

and kalim has nothing to say. weird, aren't rodeo clowns supposed to be on old thing by now?

#— 🖤︰Moots #— 🖤︰Shrimp’s Rambles #PLS NOT ME WRITING MY OC DIED IN BLADE’S ARM AND CRIED REREADING THE STORY #THEN YOU FUCKING APPEAR WHEN I JUST OPEN TUMBLR TODAY #I CRIED AGAIN CUS MY PRECIOUS BB AZUL 😭#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle x reader #twst leona x reader #twst azul x reader #twst kalim x reader #twisted wonderland

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aurorawritestoescape · 29 days ago

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MAKE THEM KISS

Javier Peña x f!reader || 1,2k

Summary: yeah, we’re riding that boot, bbs!

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, degradation, praise kink, dom/sub dynamic, reader is down bad for Javi but who isn’t, pussy pronouns, boot grinding, leather kink, m!oral, cum eating, m/f masturbation, multiple orgasms, swearing.

A/n: huge thank you to the beautiful @itwasntimethatdidit40 for inspiring me with this post yesterday! I love you so much, V🫂❤️ Kisses to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing💋Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

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“Look at you. Already biting your lip. Always so easy for me.”

Javi’s mocking tone makes you gush in your panties as you’re standing in front of him, your cheeks hot, eyes glossy. He’s sitting in the rolling chair, his ankle resting on the knee, his legs spread widely. Everything about his pose screams dominance, power, confidence, and you melt and drip under his piercing stare. Your breath hitches and your heart beats faster as his darkening eyes lustfully slide up and down your body.

“Javi.” Your whisper is barely audible, yet your complete submission to him is as loud as it can be.

“Yes, baby?” Javi’s lips twist into a condescending smile.

You open your mouth but your brain has turned to mush the moment he stepped into the room, the scent of leather and him switched your brain off as if at a snap of the fingers.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he chuckles. “Too dumb to speak.”

Trying to keep your composure, you look away from his handsome face and stare at his shiny boot.

“Oh, these? These are new. Do you like them?” Javi asks.

You nod and he licks his lower lip.

“How much?”

You’re blinking at the man and he sighs with disappointment before speaking,

“How much do you like my new boots?”

You clear your throat and squeak, “a lot.”

”Show me.”

Your wide eyes dart between his face and the boot, up and down, up and down, as you’re trying to understand what he wants from you.

Fuck! Why is it so difficult to think when he’s around?

“Do I have to spell every single thing for you, dumb slut?”

Dumb slut–dumb slut—dumb slut—

Javi’s words reverberate in your ears, sending waves of arousal through your body, and your pussy beats with every syllable, ringing in your head.

As if proving him right, a soft moan escapes your lips, and Javi echoes you with a groan, bucking his hips and making the chair squeak. Then he coos at you, slowly palming his bulge,

“It’s ok, that’s why I’m here, beautiful. To tell you what to do, so your little pussy could cry happy tears. Wanna make her happy?”

You eagerly nod and he commands,

“Good. Now straddle my boot, your needy cunt real nice and close, and then make them kiss.”

“Kiss?” You repeat, but your feet already carry you to Javi, knees bend and you kneel in front of the man.

“Yeah. Pull your panties to the side.”

He sits up slightly and watches you bunch up your skirt around your waist.

“C’mon. I don’t have all day,” he hurries you and you slide your index finger under the fabric and expose your wet folds to his hungry eyes.

“Hey, pretty,” he compliments your pussy and your heart sings— you love his praise as much as you love him degrading you.

“Now make those lips kiss my boot. Want them to make out. Wet and sloppy, baby. I know she can do it.”

Your clit twitches in anticipation as you scoot forward and sit on his booted foot, holding onto his leg. The leather is cold against your hot wet pussy, but the second you adjust your position and the material grazes your hardening clit, you whimper loudly, as arousal burns your core with a hot flame.

“That’s my girl,” Javi growls, leaning back in the chair, and starts unbuckling his belt. ”Keep riding it.”

You don’t even need his order now. Having tasted the caress of the hard material on your pulsating cunt, you crave more, and your hips start moving back and forth, helping you to pleasure yourself with Javi’s boot. The smell of leather quickly mixes with the scent of your arousal, spreading over the material, and you breathe it in, panting and moaning.

“Yeah,” you whimper and pause chasing your high, when Javi pulls his hard cock out.

“Not today, baby. Shine my boot with your drooling cunt,” he mutters and spits into his palm and you continue your horny dance.

“Come on it and I’ll feed you my load. Know you want it, needy slut,”Javi grunts, stroking himself with his veiny hand.

You lick your lips, watching his slit ooze prefuck juice so close to your mouth, desperate for a taste. But you always do what he tells you so you’re abusing your clit and folds, mercilessly grinding them against Javi’s booted foot, covering it with your slick.

“Yes, baby. Make it nice and shiny.”

Javi matches your eagerness, his hand quickly jerking his cock while his half lidded eyes are set on your face. Even clouded by lust, your mind lets you appreciate that only the sight of your pleasure turns Javi on so much. Or is it the complete control he has over you that drives him crazy? You’ll take anything.

The sight he’s giving you turns you on to the max as well— his wet parted lips, his dilated pupils, his big hand tightly wrapped around his gorgeous cock- all of it brings you higher to the peak.

You slightly tilt your hips and one lick of your clit over the leather makes you explode. You feel the heat spread from the depth of your core up, up, up and soon it’s everywhere, every cell of yours is drowning in ecstasy as you come on Javi’s boot, moaning and shaking.

“Good girl,” Javi pants, slowing his hand down, watching you unravel on your knees, at his feet. When your climax dissipates, he gets up, his big cock bobbing, and helps you to slide off his boot.

“Here,” he mumbles, positioning his engorged cock in front of your mouth. ”Get your reward.”

You part your lips and unhinge your jaw as wide as you can, already trained to take his thickness.

Javi’s tip falls heavily on your waiting tongue and then slides inside your mouth, finally giving you the chance to taste him.

“Ughhh, you were made for this, baby,” Javi groans and your body ignites again, from his words, from the feel of him in your mouth, and your hand slithers down to twirl your puffy clit.

“Close your pretty lips around it.”

You hear Javi over you and raise your hazy eyes up at him.

“Yeah, like that. Gonna fuck your mouth.”

He takes your head between his hot palms, holding you in place, and starts moving his hips, sending his cock to the back of your throat and then pulling it out almost to the tip.

Javi’s increasing his pace as he’s getting close, and you’re drooling from both holes, getting used by this god of a man.

“Hnggg—yeahh—fuckkkkkk,” Javi roars and begins squirting his cum into your wet mouth, still fucking it. His load is big and you’re swallowing around his fat head again and again, milking him even better. The taste of his ecstasy sends you over the precipice and you come the second time, moaning around his cock, your pussy throbbing against your hand.

When you eat the last drop of his cum, Javi pulls his cock out and looks down at you with a tired smile. He cups your cheek and rubs your heated skin with his thumb.

“You ok?” he asks quietly, still catching his breath, and you nod, barely able to think, let alone talk.

“Good. Now fetch me those documents I came for and I’ll go. Murphy’s waiting in the car.”

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic!<3

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bernardsbendystraws · 4 months ago

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𝑫𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏' 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍

synopsis: you get curious and ask your boyfriends if they can really taste stuff with their balls...

warnings: FLUFF ? idk tbh , ball dipping ???? , suggestive, and I also don't know what the fuck this is but me and @muwapsturniolo were wheezing over this (ty for requestion bb)

A/N: this is part of an AU — Doll x Matt x Chris. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the Chratt concept.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose Toy ɞ

“What do you mean you’re ‘curious,’ doll?”

Chris is at a loss looking at you. He knew your curiosity always got the better of you, but now he was really realizing to what extent that statement held truth. You give him a happy smile, placing your hands on his chest before pecking his cheek. “Please?” you lean forward, planting a kiss on his cheek as you speak, “-I can’t do it. I just wanna knowww,” you drag.

He can’t say no to those eyes. Plus, your curiosity always seems to rub off on him anyhow. “Okay, okay, just – is Matt gonna do it too?” he questions. By the look in your eyes, he can tell the answer is yes. You nod your head over to the two small bowls on the table. Chris recognizes one being filled with soy sauce, the other being something different…”How’re ya gonna get him to do that? There’s no way,” he laughs.

“Get me to do what?” Matt asks, rounding the corner as he waltzes into the kitchen, completely oblivious.

“Did you know you can taste with your balls apparently?” Chris voices. Matt’s eyebrows furrow with disgust. “Doll wants us to try it. Apparently doing soy sauce is easy since it’s like…really salty. But, she, uh…” Chris looks over at you, nudging you to speak.

Reluctantly, you walk over to Matt, leaning on his shoulder. “I figured, ya know…if someone really didn't like something, it would the same as soy sauce – more potent or whatever, so –”

“You want me to dip my balls to taste shit?” Matt echoes. Nodding to him while you stand up straight, you motion to the bowls on the table. “--and you want me to dip my balls in fuckin’ ketchup? I….why the fuck would I do that?” he mumbles, a clear look of disgust twisting his features.

“Because you love me,” you state blankly, pulling his hand as both him and Chris stare down at the table in front of each bowl.

Matt sighs in defeat, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans. Chris starts to pull down his sweats, laughing as you cover your eyes. “Why — why are you covering your eyes?” he huffs.

“Because!” you exclaim, biting the inside of your cheek. “-I feel weird watching you guys dip your balls in this stuff,” you explain.

Matt is quick to banter, “-but you don’t feel weird asking?”

Chris’s laughs seem to get louder. He positions himself and you hear the plop. Hesitantly, you peek. You snicker as you watch him smack his lips together, almost as if he’s trying to really taste it. “I got nothing. Matt?” he asks.

Matt looks less than pleased. His face screams every emotion of horror. “Nothing but trauma.”

“Well,” you state, hesitantly smiling as you carry over the paper towels, “thanks, I guess. Kinda disappointed, but…yeah.”

“Wait, we should try again but like instead it’s my balls on your pussy when I’m poundin’ ya,” Chris offers.

Matt nods his head with agreement. You smile knowingly. It’s Matt and Chris – they’d get a taste of you either way…

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schilders · 22 days ago

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TEAR YOU APART | geto, sukuna

SYNOPSIS: things had been going well between you two. that is until suguru finds out you’re a virgin, and suddenly everything changes. will things ever go back to the way they were?

geto x reader (fem) x sukuna CURRENTLY: on-going / ao3 STORY CONTENT: romance, angst, alternate universe / modern world, emotional conflict, jealousy, character growth, humor, complex relationships, smut, tension, everyone is mid to late twenties except reader who I imagine to be about twenty-three, sukuna and geto are probably ooc but that's the fun thing about fanfic, characters can be whoever you want them to be!

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CHAPTER TWO: 4.1k words NOTE: sukuna wears glasses bc he has four eyes get it, also doesn't matter how tall you are he's taller. gonna stop with the chapter content bc I realized it's just me spoiling the chapters and I don't want anything spoiled with this fic, if there's ever anything triggering then I will warn don't worry abt that bbs, remember this fic already has some parts on ao3 but if you'd rather read here then I appreciate it, if not just head on over there and enjoy!

It had been two weeks since the incident with Suguru, and your friends were starting to notice. They were aware you’d been hanging out with him more, but they were worried that you’d been keeping your distance.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I promise. Just—work has been tough—” You’re on the phone with Shoko, it wasn’t like her to call and ask about things like this, so you assume it was Satoru’s doing.

A bell dings signifying your entrance into the coffee shop, gaze drifting to the line of people waiting to order. “Hey, listen, I gotta go. I’ll call you back later, yeah?” Shoko murmurs her goodbyes, and you sigh, stuffing your phone back into your pocket.

They have good intentions, but it's like they were suffocating you with all their worries. Sure, you shouldn’t have been avoiding them, well, it’s not them you’re keeping away from rather, it’s him.

Suguru tried to call you after the fact, but you didn’t answer. You refused to see him, for that matter. There was nothing he could say to make things better. He embarrassed you, and worst of all, he made you feel small. The shame it brought on was one you wouldn’t wish on anyone.

The way he made you leave like you were nothing to him. Sure, you two hadn’t been involved (what else could you call it?) that long, but still, he kicked you out in the middle of fucking winter with nothing but the clothes on your back. The least he could’ve done was give you a ride home, but God forbid he did that.

He did send you a text apologizing for doing you like that, having forgotten that he had driven you to his place that night. All you could do was laugh, not because it was funny, but because it was unlike him to forget something so simple.

You weren’t avoiding him out of anger, or at least not entirely. It was mostly because of the shame you felt whenever you thought back to that night. It made you want to crawl out of your skin.

The bell dings once more, but you pay it no mind, lost in your thoughts about Suguru.

As you got in line, you wondered if he told anyone about the two of you.

You both didn’t intend to keep it a secret; it just never came up. There wasn’t really a label on your relationship with him, but you thought you were more than just fuck buddies. Maybe he thought differently, or, maybe you were the silly one for thinking otherwise.

“How annoying.” You turn to look over your shoulder, a very tall guy with pink hair and several piercings stands behind you. The glasses on his face stood out the most, though, they seem to clash with his style. He appears agitated, his lips twisted in a scowl.

He scoffs, eyes rolling as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Is something the matter?” His dark eyes flicker to yours, squinting as he sizes you up.

Jeez, what’s his problem?

“I’ve got somewhere to be. I don’t have time to be waiting around,” he says, his foot tapping rhythmically against the floor.

You blink at him, letting out a sharp, almost disbelieving huff, taken aback at his behavior. “You could just, y’know, leave if it’s such a bother to you?” Honestly, you wanted to laugh at him because he looks rather silly. A man of his stature is upset because he has to wait in line for the coffee he chooses to purchase.

His lip twitches and he raises his hand to push his glasses higher up his nose. He stares you down with a look that could kill if you were actually bothered by him, which you aren’t, so he just looks ridiculous instead.

“Pray tell, what is so important that you can’t wait a few minutes for some coffee?” You have no idea why you continue speaking to him, call it curiosity.

He doesn’t answer, and you smirk, eyes narrowing at him.

You took your gaze off him long enough to keep the line moving, because who knows how he’d react if he had to wait any longer, god forbid. As you move forward, your phone rings. Grabbing the device from your pocket, you check the caller only to see Suguru’s name. Without missing a beat, you ignore it, placing it back once you’re sure he isn’t going to try again.

“What? Mad at your boyfriend or somethin’?”

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you look over your shoulder only to find the man from before standing impossibly close, almost flush with your back. Talk about personal space.

“Hardly.” You reply, turning back around, it wasn’t a stranger's business what your relationship with Suguru was, let alone why you were ignoring him.

“Sure,” his voice drips with sarcasm, eyes rolling. “Must’ve really pissed you off if you’re standing here sulking in line for some coffee.”

He smirks, leaning in slightly, breath tickling your ear, his voice low but his words pointed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Guys like that aren’t worth it.”

You scoff, arms crossing over your chest. You decided to just ignore him, eyes focused on the back of the woman in front of you. Hearing him laugh pisses you off even more, teeth gritting as you bite your tongue, not wanting to give him anything more to work with.

“But what do I know?”

He says nothing after that, and you’re thankful. The line moves faster after that, or maybe it seems like it after your encounter with the man behind you. Regardless, you’re happy to be done with it all. When it’s your turn, you give them your name and order before heading for a table by a window as you wait for your drink. “Bye, princess.” His words have your eye twitching, not to mention it takes you back to that night with Suguru. How he had called you the same thing before promptly asking you to leave his apartment. But you decide to be the bigger person and ignore him once again.

When you take your seat, you give the guy a once-over. He was big for starters, definitely the tallest guy in the building, he gave off an intimidating vibe, but after having spoken with him, he was more annoying than anything. He wore a white t-shirt covered by a leather jacket and some black jeans, his glasses caught your eye the most because they didn’t fit his rugged appearance.

He was handsome, you couldn’t lie.

As he finishes giving his order, his gaze sweeps across the room before finally settling on you. He shoots a wink your way, a knowing smile on his lips. You scoff, rolling your eyes at him again.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he glances around once more before heading in your direction, his stride confident, something you hated.

“Please don’t come over here. Please don’t come here. Please don’t—” Your prayers go unanswered, as he stops right in front of you, his smile stretching into a grin, sharp canines on display. “Can I help you?”

“Sure.” But he doesn’t say anything after that. Instead, he chooses to take a seat across from you. His large frame looks even bigger sitting in such a small seat.

“Tell me about your boyfriend.” He prods, folding his arms on the table and leaning into it as he watches you. His pretty face pissing you off even more.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, for one,” You begin, your gaze unwavering, your eyes steady on his. “And two, it’s none of your business.”

“Ouch,” he feigns hurt, one hand coming up to rest over his heart. “I thought we had a good conversation earlier.”

“I wouldn’t really call it a conversation.” It was more of an annoyance if you have to put a name to it. If you could go back, you’d completely ignore him and go about your business, but knowing him, he’d find a way to drag you into whatever he had going on.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you take the time to scan the room around you, the chatter of other customers ringing out around you. Your ears pick up on some of their conversations, but nothing stands out.

“What’d he do anyways?” His voice cuts through the noise, your eyes snapping back over to his face. “Had to have been something bad if you’re refusing his phone calls and pouting all to yourself.”

“I am not pouting!”

“Sure looks like it to me.” He shrugs, glancing down at his hands, checking out the rings that adorned his fingers. He looks back up at you, eyebrow raised as he says his next words. “Gonna tell me what he did?”

Your lip twitches, hands flexing where they rest on your thighs. Should you tell him it’s not like you’d— “Not like we’re ever gonna see each other again.” He says your thoughts out loud, and your brows furrow, lips pursing. “Use me as your diary. It’s not like I have a soul to tell anyway. Not like I’d want to.”

You fought with your inner thoughts. On one hand, he was right; you’d probably never see him again, and you could really use someone to talk to, to get everything that’s bothering you off your chest.

“I…” You begin, lips parting, words on the verge of tumbling out before you’re cut short. The sound of the barista calling your name rings throughout the small little shop, drawing your gaze to the front. “I’m sorry I have to go.” You quickly gather your bag, not sparing a glance at the man whose name you didn’t even catch.

“Suit yourself.” You hear his voice as you walk away from him, lips twisting into a frown before being replaced with a small smile as you thank the barista and grab your drink. You head out the door, not giving yourself time to turn back and seek out the man still sitting where you left him.

“You’ve been avoiding us.”

“I have not! It’s just work’s been—”

“Work’s been tough, yeah. That’s what you’ve said the last, I don’t know, six times we’ve tried getting together.” Satoru frowns, blue eyes peeking over his sunglasses. You wish he’d wear them properly, his gaze was always so intense it was hard to hold eye contact.

“‘Toru.” You sigh, a defeated look on your face. You felt bad you really did. It’d been another week since you’d been blowing them off, and the work excuse stopped working after the fourth time, but Satoru figured you needed some time to yourself, so he didn’t push it.

“Ah, ah, don’t ‘Toru me. Tell me what’s been going on. Even Nanami’s been concerned about where you’ve been.” He says as if it’s the most shocking thing in the world.

“Well, duh, we’re friends, Satoru.” You state it as if it wasn’t a well-known fact. You toe at the ground, the tip of your boot disrupting the gravel beneath you.

“Yeah, so are we.” That stung. Wincing, you look up at him, trying and failing to hold his gaze, your eyes trailing to the clouds above, anything to avoid looking at him.

Could you tell him? How would you even go about it? ‘Hey, so Suguru and I’ve been dating (?) for almost a month, and when we got around to almost fucking, he found out I was a virgin and kicked me to the curb, quite literally.’ You don’t see yourself saying that, so you have to come up with another excuse, again.

Or, maybe you didn’t have to. Maybe he’d understand if you told him you’ve just been going through some things.

“I can’t, Satoru.” You tell him truthfully, eyes pleading with him not to push it. “It’s… you wouldn’t understand.” No one else knew you were a virgin. At least you hoped not. You don’t think Suguru would be the type to tell something like that, he wasn’t the childish type. And you don't think Satoru would lie about not knowing, waiting for you to tell him when you were ready. You were all adults, even though the night with Suguru you felt nothing but. That’s how ridiculous it seemed.

You never talked about your sex life with your friends, even though others were more open about theirs sometimes—see: Satoru. “You even ditched Suguru.”

Shit.

“Yeah…” You look anywhere but at him, teeth sinking into your lower lip, hands stuffed into the pockets of your puffer vest.

“He’s asked about you. But I told him I know about as much as he did.”

Bullshit. That’s what you wanted to say, having to stop yourself from scoffing at the audacity of it all. You don’t think he’s the type to play fool, but you suppose he has to cover his tracks somehow. At least he didn’t say anything about why you stopped coming around. He was kind enough to do that.

“We were all thinking about going out this weekend. You should join us! Maybe it’ll help take your mind off things.” You hate when Satoru got like this. All caring and whatnot. He always seems like a different person. You preferred when he was talking about his latest dating escapades or bothering Nanami. Or when he and Suguru got up to their usual shenanigans.

You think it over, teeth working over your lower lip with renewed vigor. On one hand, if you go, they’d finally shut up about your absence. On the other, they question why you’ve been gone, and you’d have to finally face him after purposely ignoring him. You think it’d be best to go, after all, you could use the company, and you could still avoid Suguru if you stick to Kento and Shoko, like old times.

“Okay.”

“Atta girl.” Satoru grins, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. His grin is infectious, and you find yourself laughing, wrapping an arm around his waist as he walks you to your car.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting your clothing, you push open the door to the establishment. You’re immediately met with warm, dim lighting. The soft murmur of voices and chatter fills the air. You spot your friends at a table near the back, some of them already holding drinks. You don’t notice Suguru, at least not yet, and you’re thankful for that.

“Maybe he couldn’t come tonight.” You mutter under your breath, making your way over to them.

“Well, look who it is.” Utahime’s the first to notice you, a smile on her face as she’s happy to see you. You’re surprised to see her, though, knowing she’s one to avoid having to deal with Satoru.

“Utahime,” you greet, removing your coat and placing it over the back of an empty chair. You notice there’s another empty seat to Satoru’s right, and you fight the urge to ask about Suguru.

“There she is!” Satoru all but yells, earning a look from both Nanami and Utahime. You shake your head, smiling at him as you take a seat beside Haibara.

“It’s good to see you!” He throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into a hug, and you let him because it is really good to be back around your friends after avoiding them for so long. “I’ve been worried about you.”

“Sorry for causing concern,” You grin. It was the truth, despite your want to avoid them, you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in your shoulders went away as you joined them, you missed sitting back and relaxing after a long day at work.

“How has work been?” Nanami asked, knowing you’d been having trouble even though he was unaware of your lying.

“It’s been rough,” you lie again, giving him a weak smile.

“It’s like that sometimes,” Satoru adds, before calling the waiter over.

“That’s not necessary.” You wanted to get comfortable first before you ordered anything, plus you want to be sober enough in case you need to make a quick exit.

“Oh,” That voice has you whipping your head towards the source, eyes meeting his before quickly looking away. He must’ve just come from the bathroom.

“Suguru.” You acknowledge him, pretending things are fine between you two so as to not draw attention. The last thing you need is for you two to get caught in front of everyone.

“Hey,” he greets, taking his seat back beside Satoru. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Satoru didn’t tell you?” You asked.

“Thought I did,” he shrugs, offering you a bite of food, but you politely decline. You can’t help but let your gaze drift back over to Suguru. It was hard to admit, but you find it difficult to just pretend things were normal after what happened that night. He seems rather fine with doing it, though.

You constantly find yourself thinking back to what happened, but it was only because of the shame you felt. For now, you decide you’d pretend it never occurred. If he could move on, why couldn’t you? After all, it was rather embarrassing to let something a man did hold this much power over you.

“Utahime, I gotta say, I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not the only one who's been having a tough time with work.” She jokes. “The kids these days can be a handful.”

“You’re going to let some teenagers get the best of you?” Satoru teases, pointing his fork at her.

“Shut up.”

As you settle in, you don’t even realize how all the worry you’ve been carrying has left your mind. Just being around your friends puts you at ease. You even find yourself sharing small talk with Suguru, albeit it is awkward at first, but you expect as much.

It was beginning to get late, and you have an actual work excuse this time around. You’d need to get up rather early and deal with some things.

“I hate to cut this short, but—”

“I thought you looked familiar.”

The voice was mildly distant, and you find yourself looking around, eyes furrowing as you search for the source. “Excuse me?” You call out before your gaze settles on the last person you expect to see.

“What? Forgot about me already?” Well, yeah, it’d been about a week since you met him, and you weren’t expecting to ever see him again. The pink hair was a dead giveaway, a smirk on his face as he approached the table you were sitting at.

“So, which one’s your boyfriend?”

You freeze, hand clenching your glass so hard your knuckles blanched. God, of all things for him to ask, why did it have to be that?

“Boyfriend?” Satoru’s questions, almost sounding surprised.

“I told you,” you grit your teeth, turning in your seat to face him. “I don’t have a boyfriend! ”

“Is this what you’ve been so worried about? You could’ve told us.”

“We would’ve understood.”

“Is this what you’ve been so bent out of shape about?”

You don’t know who said what too focused on the man in front of you, though you guessed the last comment came from Satoru. Knowing him, it was no surprise.

The man scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, and my hair isn’t pink.”

Exhaling deeply through your nose, you stand, not giving him another glance as you gather your coat and bag, turning to your friends you apologize. “I’m sorry, but I really have to go. I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Who are you anyway?” He was the last person you wanted to hear question the man from the coffee shop. You hope he wouldn’t ask exactly who this boyfriend is, though it’s not like you told the guy who it was, thankfully.

“I’m Sukuna.” He introduces himself with a smirk, eyeing Suguru with an almost knowing glint.

You’re quick to catch this, throwing on your coat before you press a hand to Sukuna’s chest, which, by the way, you’re only just now learning is his name, and pushing him back a step. “It doesn’t matter who you are, I’m leaving.”

“I thought we were all enjoying ourselves?” He knows what he’s doing, and quite frankly, you’re growing tired of his antics. You catch his eye, and he stares down at you with mischievous mirth gleaming in his gaze.

“I said I’m leaving, so drop it.” He shrugs his shoulders, stepping out of the way to allow you enough room to step by him.

You don’t spare another glance behind before you say, “I’m really sorry, guys, but I’ll see you later.” And then you’re on your way, unaware that Sukuna is following close behind.

Had you properly said your goodbyes, you’d have noticed Suguru watching on with a frown, curious as to who this Sukuna was and what he had to do with you.

“Well, that was awkward.” Satoru pipes up, taking a swig of his water.

“Yeah…” Suguru says after a moment, leaning back into his seat, thinking over your and Sukuna’s words. Were you talking about him? Did you see him as your boyfriend? To him, you were just friends that were messing around or at least going to. That’s what he was expecting of your relationship, or whatever it was. So why was he so bothered by this new guy who clearly seemed comfortable around you? Did you already move on from him?

Once outside, you drag a hand down your face. Rubbing at your forehead, you clench your eyes, frustration bubbling inside of you, the cold air biting at your face. “Oh my god…”

“Well, that went well.” You groan, he was the last person you wanted to hear.

Turning on your heel, you sneer at him, jabbing a finger against his chest. “So you’re following me now? What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?” You all but yell, gaining the attention of some passerby.

“Calm down, you’re causing a scene.” He couldn’t give a fuck even if he wanted to, and it infuriates you. You push against his chest with both hands, and he doesn't even budge an inch, just stares down at you with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“I hardly know you! Is there a particular reason why you’ve chosen to torment me?” You demand, furious with him.

“Give me your number.”

“Excuse me?” You ask incredulously, eyes widening as you’re caught off guard, coming to a stop. Was he serious right now? Of all the things he could say, this is what he chooses? Rubbing your temples, you pace back and forth, eyes shut, as you try to process the audacity of his words.

“You’ve just put the idea of me having a boyfriend in my friends' heads, and you want me to give you my number? ”

He stares at you like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “I was going to ask back at the coffee shop, but you left, so.” He shrugs.

“Oh my god,” Pinching the bridge of your nose, your eyes start to hurt with how hard you’ve been clenching them. He has some nerve to ask for your number after he humiliates you in front of your friends. As a matter of fact, what was it with these men and embarrassing you? Do they think before they speak?

“So?”

“So?” You echo, looking up at him in disbelief. “Do you really think I’m going to give you my number after all of that?”

He shrugs again, nodding his head. “To be honest? Yeah.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Why not?”

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes, this is the third time you've said that. He was driving you insane. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?” He repeats himself, eyebrows furrowing as if he were confused on why you’d say such a thing.

“If I give you my number, will you leave me alone?” You can’t believe what you were saying, but if it gets him out of your hair for even a moment, then you’ll take it, though giving it to him would mean he’d text you. However, you could always block his number.

“I mean, doesn’t that defeat the purpose of giving me your number? Of course, I’m going to bother you,” he smirks, casually leaning against the nearest streetlight.

“Give me your phone.”

His smirk widens before he fishes out his phone. Unlocking it, he hands it over to you, and you quickly input your number before handing it back to him.

“Are you happy now?”

“Very.”

You scoff, pressing a finger to his chest once more, he’s unfazed, though, staring down at you his smirk transforming into a lazy smile. “If you get on my nerves even once, I’m blocking your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

taglist: @inthedarkshadows000, @ashdiamashi

#geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #.fic #.jjk fic #.tya

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chibi-celesti · 13 hours ago

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One thing I missed! Jamil's Would Be Self is in the left picture with the first OB! Boys 😭😭😭😭😭

That's one name is Ruby, but if y'all have better name ideas besides that one, feel free to tell me!

Working back on the Tshugo Wonderland concept again. And one thing I want to show is the concept of the other Housewardens Would Be Selves. You could say these lil ones were once born during their childhood and wound disappearing or breaking due to what many of us know of what went down in their lives.

In the sketches below, each one is color coordinated based on the Overblot gang(and Halloween guests):

The Left: Ichigo(Riddle's), Caspian(Azul's), Kion(Leona's), Prima(Vil's).

The Right: Umbra(Malleus'), Idia's, Rollo's and Skully's.

(Note: Idia, Rollo and Skully's don't have names yet. I'm still trying to think of names, but if have any, let me know!)

Again, just small sketches to get the idea out there. I am proud of how they turned out(granted I do need to liven them up with color lol). Their roles in the Crossover are the same as Amu's girls and the others back in SC! So there definitely is some shenanigans these pipsqueaks are gonna pull in some concepts.

#midday reblog #cant belive i left Jamil's bb oit like that #so sorry jamil 😭😭😭😭😭#twisted wonderland #twst #shugo chara #twst x shugo chara #twisted wonderland x shugo chara #tshugo Wonderland

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sometimeslwish · 2 months ago

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BURNING IN DESIRE (You Belong With To Me) [ao3]

MY VERY FIRST CALEB FIC, BABYYYY, LET'SSSS FUCKING GOOOOOOO. Guys, this is sitting at 3.4k words, I've never written this much before in my life. ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜@comatosebunny09 thank you so much for encouraging me as I wrote, and for the small help with the tags. I don't think I would've finished it without your encouragement.

Tags: Caleb x you, Caleb x f!reader, reader is mc, slightly dub-con (if you squint? Idk, feel free to correct me about that tag in the comments), bold mc, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, switchy switch? this was self indulgent as fuuck, degradation (whore, slut) and also praise, Caleb being a meanie by edging you once, possessiveness, petnames (pipsqueak, princess, baby) light choking (both m! and f!receiving)

I'd recommend listening to the following songs:

Bones – Wens | You – Greta Isaac | Anywhere you want – BB Cooper | PRETTY PLEASE & RUNRUNRUN – Dutch Melrose | BURNING IN DESIRE – Chris Grey

You don't bother putting any clothes on before leaving your room.

Caleb is the only thing in your mind as you make your way through his place. He's been the only thing in your mind in these past few weeks, and you're starting to fray at the edges, wanting more and more each time you meet. You can tell he does too, he's been doing a shity job at hiding it and it's making it harder for you to pretend like you don't want him. Like you're not as crazy and dependant on him as he's crazy and overprotective of you.

The lights are off when you get in his room, with only the moonlight coming through the windows as you slip into his bed. His arms wrap around you the moment you settle beside him, years of habits driving him in autopilot. The fabric of his clothes rub against your body and they almost pull a moan from you, it forces you to bite your lip to stay quiet. There are whispers in your bones, chatter in your veins, and all of it pertains to the man holding you in his arms.

"Nightmare?" His voice is hoarse, deeper from the sleep and you revel in the way it travels deep into your core. You simply hum in response, burying your face in his neck before nodding. Gods he smelled so good, it was really a wonder how you managed to not jump his bones sooner.

All the times playing girlfriend so other girls would stay back, when he would hug your waist and pull you closer, his voice close to your ear, always a turn of your head away from kissing him. Or when he'd simply carry you when you were being too stubborn, using his evol to pull you towards him before holding you in his arms. Letting go each time was harder than the last; you wanted to swaddle yourself in his scent, burrow under his skin and hide there forever, where no one else could reach but him. But it was alright now, you were going to get what you wanted no matter what.

It doesn't take him long to register your lack of clothes– or lack of a shirt and bra, from his perspective. His hand sweeps down your back and stops at your waist before coming back up. You feel him tense up and you can't help the small smirk that takes over your lips. He calls your name as he sits up, "Are you–" you grumble softly before leaving your hiding spot and leaving his warmth. You sit up with him, blanket sliding down your body as you use an arm to keep yourself up. The moonlight behind you outlines your body and it makes you look like a dream, an enchantress.

"It's okay," you whisper, staring into his eyes. His expression looks troubled, like he doesn't know whether to be elated or not, restraint written all over his features as he stares into your eyes. It's okay, really, and you'll help him see that.

"You can look," you brush his hair away from his eyes, before caressing his cheek, a subtle way of making sure he won't look away from you. "You can touch too" You add, before taking one of his hands and nuzzling your face into his palm. His breath hitches when you kiss it, but he makes no other move. Your insides twist with impatience, and you have to hold yourself back from clenching your thighs as the pool of desire turns deeper.

"Want me to guide you?" You move his hand down, stopping at your neck for a few seconds. You tilt your head to expose it, shivering at the warmth and the texture of the callouses in his hand.

"You can leave marks here, bites too," you smile, breathless as you push his hand against your collarbone. His eyes follow the path you're drawing on your body and he gulps.

Finally, finally you have him where you want him, where you need him. You're going to enjoy every second of it.

You move his hand lower, and you make him cup your breast, "You can play with my tits," there's a slight twitch to his fingers and you grin, another wall down.

"Grab my waist and squeeze to keep me in place," you go lower, pressing his hand to emulate a firmer grip. He's more responsive then, hand a little lighter and fingers less stiff. He shifts closer and you move his hand lower.

"You can mark me up anywhere, really, I wouldn't mind" you lean towards him and pull his arm, you stop looking at his face to look at your legs as you make him caress your thigh. His hands are so big that they make yours look smaller. As you stare at the goosebumps his fingers left in their wake, the fire in your bones burns brighter. You've wondered many times how his fingers would feel inside, how far they would reach, and tonight you'll get to feel it.

"Pipsqueak–" whatever he was going to say gets lost in the night as you move his hand between your legs, making him cup your mound. You can feel yourself dripping, wetter than you've ever been, and that only fuels the fire even more.

You look back at his eyes as you push two of his fingers between your folds and into your clit. You don't hold back your moan then, grinding your hips on his hand. It feels so good, better than you imagined, and you make sure to tell him so. There's a pained look on his face, and it makes you smile.

Break for me, baby, I'll patch you back up.

His breathing is heavy, strained, it stutters to a stop when you guide his fingers to your entrance. You're forced to open your legs, bending a knee to accommodate and allow better access.

"Can't you feel how wet I am for you? How much I want it?" It's a little hard to push his fingers inside, considering the position he's in, but the sweet feeling of his fingers being inside you makes up for it. You hold his hand there as you move your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers, and it feels a little humiliating to do everything yourself while he's quiet, but you're too gone to care. If anything, it makes the hunger worse, he's letting you use him. His hand is completely still, fingers straightened as he watches you.

You bite your lip and raise a hand, you trail a soft caress from his chest to his neck, where you pull him closer to you. He's pliant in your hands, following your every lead as you make him look at you. When he looks into your eyes, you can see more cracks forming; you can see the lust, the love, the devotion. His beautiful purple eyes turning darker.

"I need it, Caleb, need you." You rub your nose against his before kissing the corner of his mouth, softly biting his bottom lip after "Don't you wanna make me yours?"

That's all it takes for him to finally break.

His fingers curl inside you the moment his lips are on yours, and you moan against his mouth. A high pitched sound that he greedily swallows down as he pushes you into the mattress. It takes no time for the kiss to deepen, for him to leave bites and marks on your neck as he fingers you, leaving you scrambling and gasping for air.

"This what you want?" The pace he sets is relentless, and you can barely keep your eyes open as you nod, biting your lip as you squirm under him, legs open for him to settle between. "Answer me."

"Yes! Fuck, pleease, yes!" Your hands go to his hair, and you feel him chuckle against your collarbone before biting the skin there. You whimper when he tongues every indent left by his teeth, and shiver at the predatory look on his eyes. His fingers take no time finding the spot inside of you that makes you see stars, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

"Look at you, so eager for me," you whimper when he licks one of your nipples, his free hand stimulating the other. He nibbles softly on it before suckling, timing his movements with each time his fingers pressed into you. He groans before switching to the other one, leaving a trail of saliva and bite marks as he went. There's the sound of squelching and you can't bring yourself to feel embarrassed about anything at all, not even bothering to hide your desperation.

"Caleb," you moan, arching into his touch, "feels so good, please don't stop, please."

"How am I supposed to say no when you call out for me like that?" He murmurs, but there's something hidden in his voice, you'd be able to pay more attention to it if he wasn’t trying to finger you senseless. He shushes you, kissing you gently, the contrast making you warm inside. He whispers sweet encouragement to you as you near the edge, makes you believe he won't stop, only to leave you gasping for air when he pulls away completely.

"Why?" You whine, chasing after him only to be weighed down by his evol. You whine again, feeling completely betrayed and empty, your pussy clenching around nothing. In this current predicament, you're not even allowed to reach the edge by yourself, since your hands are pinned to the bed. You can't even stay mad, it's hot, it turns you on and you've never wanted him so badly in your life.

"You're so mean," He doesn't answer, ignores the pitiful look you give him and simply makes you stare as he undresses like he has all the time in the world. You sigh, all the real estate skin you could be touching and marking right now and he's being a big fucking meanie. Your mouth goes dry when his boxers are finally off. You knew it was big, you'd felt it against your thigh and caught glimpses of it before, it still didn't stop the delighted chill that went through your body.

You look up when you hear him snicker, frowning as he grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him "You're so desperate, it's adorable," there's a mocking edge to his voice, and you're surprised with how it makes you flush. It's embarrassing, but at the same time so hot. The conflicting emotions swirl inside of you, mixing into an addicting concoction that throws you into a haze.

"Nu-uh, look at me, princess." He grabs your chin with his free hand, "Keep your pretty eyes on me, 'kay?"

"Okay," he kisses you as a reward, keeps it from getting deeper in a way that makes you want for more.

"Atta girl, you're a fast learner," he praises and the hand that held your ankle trails up your leg, touch reverent and light, making you shiver with goosebumps. He spreads your legs open and taps his cock against you clit, groaning softly before grinding against your folds. His hips move slowly as he teases you, the head of his cock catching against the bundle of nerves. His hands roam your body, the same way as before, and you can't help seeking his hands with yours as you arch into his touch. Your eyes close, and he must be feeling generous because he says nothing about it.

"So beautiful," you hear him whisper, one of his hands trails upwards and stops at your neck for a brief second, lightly squeezing your pulse points before carrying on. You open your eyes when he caresses you cheek, his are already staring at you, and the look of utter devotion and wonder in them squeezes your heart. You hold his wrist when you nuzzle his palm, and you lick at his thumb when it caresses your bottom lip, all while staring into his eyes. The look in his eyes turns dark, and it makes you bolder, more greedy. You part your mouth and suck his thumb, your tongue swirls around the pad of it as if it was the tip of his cock.

"Who knew you could be such a slut," you moan at his harsh words and grind harder against his cock. You're close, awfully close, it's the fastest you've ever gotten to the edge.

"Oh, you like that? Like being called a whore?" He chuckles, pulling his hand away and using his thumb to draw teasing circles on your clit. "You're so filthy, baby" he tuts. You wrap your legs around his waist and yank him foward. It happens so fast that he loses his balance, and just like that, he slips inside and you come from the stretch alone, moaning his name as your orgasm wrecks its way through your body like an earthquake.

"You– shit, you're squeezing so tight. Did you just come, baby? Just from that?" You moan and nod, grinding yourself into overstimulation on his cock. You pull him closer and hiss at the feeling of the cold metal of his dog tags on your chest, but you ignore it in favor of kissing him. He's forced to prop an elbow beside your head so he doesn't crush you with his weight –not that you'd mind anyways, you've imagined him restraining you or putting you in a mating press so many times now that you can't even keep track.

"Sneaky little minx," he bites at your jaw and you pull him closer, wanting the warmth of his skin against yours. He hoists you up and crawls into bed with you in his arms, and you squeal when the angle and movement shoves him even deeper inside, "So needy, coming from just my cock."

He lays you down gently, using one of his pillows to put under your lower back. Your giggle turns into a moan when he gives an experimental thrust and your back arches off the bed. His movements start gentle, making sure you're completely used to his cock before he hooks your knees on his elbows and holds you in a mating press while fucking you. It's a harsh pace, and you can barely keep your eyes straight as he continues to burry himself inside of you, hitting all the good spots.

"Mhm, 'm such a- ah, whore, aren't I?" You bite your lip as you smile, clinging to his biceps and digging your nails into his skin. The pain makes him groan and, being as ceroed in on his cock as you are, you feel him twitch, "Just a little cock hungry slut." Your smile is crooked, with edges where they shouldn't be and dazed eyes that barely focus.

You grab at his necklace, hold the dog tags between your fingers and pull. It's his turn to shiver as he pays attention to the look in your eyes. It’s hungry, just as dark as his, if not more "But only for yours," you raise the same hand to hold his neck, tags held against his adam apple. You don't squeeze, but you do press at his pulse with your thumb. You feel him twitch inside you and your grin turns sharper. Your arms wrap around his shoulders like a snake on a hawk, and he's got no other option but to adapt to the position while fucking you. It's so much better and so much worse, he can feel your pert nipples against his chest, your moans and gasps closer and clearer.

"You'll give it to me, right baby? I need it." You bite his earlobe, and his thrusts get harsher, like he's trying to render you quiet and mindless. Or maybe he wants to see what else you'd say in this pleasure driven state. Whatever the case, it only makes you more ravenous and that, makes him more ravenous in turn. Like you're two beasts, feeding of each other in a never ending loop of pleasure and madness.

"S-shit, yeah, baby, it's all yours to keep" your nails scratch at his back as he keeps up with the relentless pace, and you swear you're seeing stars.

"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," you commanded, glaring at him as best you could while he pounded into you. Praise and encouragement slipped from your tongue as he kept the pace, all amidst broken moans and gasps.

He felt so good inside you, looked so good on top of you, his moans sounded so fucking hot, you wanted– no, needed to keep him, probably even more than he wanted to keep you.

"Mine," you whispered, moving a hand to his head and tangling your fingers into the strands before pulling to expose his neck. You bit into his skin, licking the teeth marks and sucking marks along his neck as a silent apology, "all fucking mine, right Caleb?"

"Fuck, yes, princess. 'M all yours."

That's all you could think of, a never ending string of "mine, mine, mine" over and over, paired with each of his thrusts. It rose along with your pleasure, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"So fucking deep," you gasped, "So fucking good," your moans got louder, the pitch higher and in response, he moved faster. All of his focus was on you, he could tell you were close, your tell tale signs already memorized from when he'd fingered you. It drives him mad, drives him into grinding deeper, into letting go of one of your legs to circle your clit with his thumb, looking down to where your bodies connect and groaning as he sees his cock disappear inside of you.

"You're fucking perfect, pipsqueak, you know that?" He noses your neck, and revels in the way you instantly tilt your head to grant him access, "Perfect pussy, taking so fucking well and squeezing me so tight. You'll come for me, right pretty girl? Cream all over my cock?"

"If I do, you'll cum inside, right? Fill me up with your cum?" You were close, you were so fucking close and so was he. He'd almost cum just from you asking, but he wanted you there first, needed to feel you clamp down on him.

"Yeah, baby, I'll fill you up." That was all you needed to come, nails digging into his back and your body shaking under him as you had the hardest orgasm of your life. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back and head swirling with thoughts of Caleb. He's doesn't take long to follow you into the high, with a gasp of your name as he burries himself deep in you and grinds as he cums. You moan at the warm feeling, your fingers easing on his back. You scratch softly at his nape and he lets go of your leg. You wrap them around his waist to keep him there, and he switches to supporting his weight so he doesn't crush you as both of you gasp for breath.

You're on your way to fall asleep when he rises and pulls out, staring as his cum oozes and drips out of your pussy. You don't get a warning before two of his fingers are fucking it back into you.

"Caleb" you drawl out the last syllable, pouting as you watch him. He hums and looks back at you, with a smile that pretends to be innocent but is nothing like. You huff, roll your eyes and pull him into a kiss. It's slow and sensual, both of you taking the time you want without the desperation from earlier tainting the kiss. He makes you cum again like that, and then cleans both of you up before changing the bed sheets and kissing you goodnight.

When you wake up, it's to gentle caresses and kisses, all from Caleb. He's lying beside you, shirtless, with a soft smile and a fond look.

"Caleb," you call out, just because you can and you want to, before grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. You nuzzle into his neck before kissing the skin, all the way up to his jaw, ending the trail with a kiss on his mouth. You shiver when his arm wraps around your waist, enjoying the warmth of his skin against yours, and you bite his lip before soothing the sting with a lick.

"Good morning," There's the smell of food in the air and your hips and lower back hurt, but you don't pay any mind to it.

You have everything you need now.

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oya-oya-okay · 11 months ago

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Finny and Snake🐥🐍 Crossover!!!🐙🐉

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darkspellmaster · 10 months ago

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What do you imagine a TWST Sadira to be like?

Haven't figured her out yet, but I'm getting an idea. She's friends with Najima that much I know. I loved her in Aladdin's tv series, still wish Disney could put it up on Disney plus. Guessing licensing for pop culture refs is what's keeping it off.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #disney #twisted wonderland #asked and answered #twst wonderland #a phantomhive in night raven college #disney twst #kuroshitsuji crossover twisted wonderland #kuroshitsuji au #kuro x twst #twisted wonderland au #twisted wonderland crossover black butler #twisted wonderland x kuroshitsuji #twst x black butler #twist x bb #apinrc #ciel in twisted wonderland

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roguishcat · 6 months ago

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Upon reflection, I find you perfect

This is for an ask by @pebble-bb where Astarion gets to see his reflection for the first time. Absolutely lovely idea and I'm sorry it took me ages to actually post it!

@busy-baker has already posted hers because she is amazing! The writing is gorgeous, tender and beautiful! Here is the link so check it out!

This has no beta. So I apologise in advance for mistakes.

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: Astarion x female Reader

"What have you got there, love?"

"Nothing!" you say a little too quickly and attempt to hide the package behind your back.

Astarion clicks his tongue and slips his long fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look straight at him.

"Tsk, cheeky pup. Lies don't become you. Out with it!" he says in a stern voice, but his eyes shine with mirth and his lips twist into a smile.

"What are you hiding that has you flustered such a fetching shade of red, hm?" he lifts his other hand to push your hair back and expose your neck. Soft digits touch skin, making you shiver.

"Nothing?" you try again, wriggling away from him, but you know it is futile. When one becomes the subject of a vampire's attention, one does not get away until the said vampire decides to set the victim free. And Astarion obviously has no intention of doing that.

"I see. Well, this nothing must be worth something, seeing as you are ready to risk baiting a predator to conceal it. Is it really a wise move to entice me when I'm itching for any excuse to devour you?"

As pleasant as that sounds, you have to be out of the inn and on your way. You have an appointment with an artificer that you must keep. It was difficult enough to convince him to take on the project, as he stated that he 'was an inventor and objects of petty vanity were beneath him'. It took coin, promises of securing rare materials, and some thinly veiled threats for the ingenious but somewhat mad artificer to begrudgingly agree to work on your project.

But you know what Astarion is like. You have to tell him something or he will not let you out of his sight at all.

"Fine. It’s a present for you, happy? "

You give a petulant pout which only makes his smile grow wider.

"Aren't I lucky that you want to spoil me? And my goodness, how your heart flutters!" he chuckles and places a kiss over the bitemarks on your neck. "Must be a very, very special present."

"It is, but it's not done yet. So you better not try to take a peek!" you push against his chest.

"Oh my sweet, you wound me! Are you insinuating that I will try to steal it and see what is inside?"

"Not insinuating, telling you outright that you better not go snooping through my things."

"Fine!" he sighs, pretending to be hurt by your words. "I will not go through your things. Cross my heart and hope to- well, you get it," he grins and finally moves, allowing you to get up.

You have the package in your hands and clutch it to close to your chest. You can feel ruby red eyes follow your every movement and try to ignore him as you quickly dress, keeping the present close at all times lest Astarion decides to swipe it when he thinks you are distracted.

Several hours later you find yourself stomping your way back to the inn, absolutely livid, fingers twitching as you try to contain your anger.

That ass! How in the world did Astarion manage to replace your package with a near identical one? You looked like such an idiot, standing in the middle of the forge and gawking at the unexpected contents that spilled out as soon as you unwrapped it.

Astarion gets away with a lot when it comes to you, with you having near no immunity to his charms. But not this time! You are in a terrible mood and he is going to hear all about it!

You storm into your shared room, pushing the door with too much force. It slams against the wall and bounces back with a loud protest, almost hitting you in the face.

“Astarion, you are unbelievable!" You point an accusatory finger in his general direction. "I have half a mind to-”

Then you stop abruptly as you notice shards of glass scattered about the floor, tens of your reflections frowning back at you.

“Oh yes, darling, I do apologise. I- I’m afraid I couldn’t resist,” Astarion's back is to you and he makes no move to turn around.

“What happened?” you ask softly, picking up what is left of the mirror off the floor. This clearly is no accident. It has been smashed violently and, from the looks of it, repeatedly.

“You know how it is sometimes,” Astarion says woodenly. “Butterfingers, I’m afraid.”

You take a tray off the table and put the remains of the mirror on it with shaking fingers. Distracted and barely paying attention to what you are doing, you accidentally pierce one finger with a jagged edge. Blood pebbles on skin, but you care little. The wound does not worry you as much as Astarion's lack of reaction to the smell of your blood.

Choosing to deal with one issue at a time, you set the tray aside and walk towards Astarion. His head is hanging low, silver curls somehow looking lacklustre as they hang limply over his eyes.

“My love,” you tilt his head, and although he does not resist, he keeps looking down rather than at you. “Can you please tell me what actually happened?”

Looking downcast, Astarion takes a breath he doesn’t need and swallows, fingers fidgeting nervously in his lap.

“I didn’t believe it at first. But once I realised… ” he finally lifts his face to look at you, his expression momentarily child-like as he recalls making this wonderful discovery. "My own reflection. At first, I was elated. Drinking myself in, turning my face this way and that. But then,” his lips twist, smile turning sardonic, “I looked into my eyes and saw the eyes of a monster staring back. I guess it isn’t often one looks into a mirror and is met with an abomination.”

“Don’t say that,” you plead. You want to hug him, kiss the hurt away. But you feel that this is not the time for touch, no matter how well-intentioned and comforting.

“For years I couldn’t remember what my eyes looked like. Could hardly map out my face from touches and ministrations, through blows and cuts. But now…”

“Now?” you echo, wanting to press your face into the crook of Astarion’s neck and hold him close.

“I guess actually seeing myself as a vampire for the first time brought about the feelings of disgust and self-loathing that I thought I was getting rather good at dealing with,” he gives a little mirthless chuckle, tossing his hair back. Curls fall back into place and as Astarion's face settles into a neutral expression he might as well be a statue. Eerily still and lifeless.

You say nothing at first, letting the silence stretch and gingerly lay a hand on top of his. He does not attempt to move it away. After a while, he turns his hand palm up to interlock his fingers with yours.

“I’m sorry for assuming,” you begin cautiously. “I thought you would love it.”

You feel like crying. You should have asked. Perhaps if Astarion knew about what you have been planning, this would have gone better.

“I did, if only for a moment,” he nods. “It was perfect until it felt tainted.”

Astarion pulls you towards him and you settle into his lap, putting your head on his chest. His hands snake round you and he hugs you close, his shoulders relaxing gradually.

“But this just makes me more determined than anything to enjoy my reflection again, once these feelings pass,” he murmurs.

You look up at your vampire, brushing an errant curl back into place with loving, gentle fingers. "I want to tell you who I see when I look at you."

"Oh, I'm well aware of what you see," he says quietly. "I've long accepted the cards fate dealt me. But it's sweet of you to try."

"Hush, you," you put your fingers on his lips. "Just let me speak."

He doesn’t try to move away or attempt to contradict you. Instead, Astarion looks at you with genuine vulnerability that he allows few to see. You want to tell him how much he makes your heart race, his nearness making you feel dizzy and overwhelmed. You want to tell him how brave, how amazing he was when facing Cazador. How you felt proud of him, honoured to be at his side as he refused to give in to temptation. But there would be other times for that.

"When I look at you, I see a hero,” you try to condense all you feel into few words. “The one we are all indebted to. Savior of Baldur's Gate."

"It does have a rather nice ring to it," he nods.

"Hm, does it not?"

“So my being celebrated is the only reason you are sticking around then?” he teases.

"Maybe in part,” you shrug, corners of your mouth twitching. “But you are so much more than that. I see my best friend, lover, confidant. Someone I can trust with my life. Someone I put my faith in-”

"Well, the jury is still out on whether trusting me is sensible."

"Don’t interrupt,” you move to nip his earlobe with blunt teeth, his mouth immediately clicking closed as he supresses a moan by burying his face in your hair. “And I see someone who trusts me in return. Even if you are very vocal about my battle plans being borderline suicidal, you still have my back."

Astarion mutters something into your hair but otherwise does not attempt to interrupt you.

"You make me laugh. You say the weirdest shit and no matter how awful I'm feeling at the time, your words take my mind off it."

You sit up and gently cup Astarion’s face. Red eyes lock with yours.

"My love, you have survived so much, you are so brave and strong. These feelings, the shadows that haunt you still... You will overcome all of it.”

Astarion does not say anything at first, then he puts his hands over yours, moving his face forward until your foreheads touch.

“I will overcome this,” he says quietly, but with determination. “We have been through so much already! Besides,” he moves his hand to wipe a tear off your cheek, “I would very much like to see us standing side by side. As equals.”

His lips quirk into a smile. It is ghost of a smile still, but it makes you release a shuddering breath of relief.

“I would love that too. More than anything,” you admit.

He kisses your temple and his eyes are drawn to the slowly bleeding cut on your finger.

“Oh dear, it seems that you injured yourself there, you sweet fool,” he admonishes you teasingly, putting your finger into his mouth and lapping at the digit.

You feel your cheeks warm. How is it that he still manages to make you blush with so little effort? It is ridiculous how much you are infatuated with this man.

"And for the record,” you clear your throat, so your voice doesn’t tremble, “I happen to like your fangs and eyes. As an elf or as a vampire, you cut a dashing figure."

Astarion smirks, ruby eyes on your face. He withdraws your finger from his mouth with a pop, giving it a kiss. “How ever did you manage to create such a mirror?”

“Well, it wasn’t actually done. Not properly,” you grumble, remember that you are meant to be annoyed at him for stealing the mirror. “Which is why I told you to stay out of my stuff!” you punch his biceps playfully. He catches your fist and gives it a nip.

“Well, as I admitted earlier, I couldn’t resist taking a peek. Not when you flushed so deliciously when I tried to get an answer from you.”

“You are incorrigible! Had you actually waited, the mirror wouldn’t be so murky and would be floor-length. I have been planning it for weeks, I have you know!”

“My, my,” he gives an amused, toothy grin, “weeks of sneaking about behind my back and I was none-the-wiser! And just when I think that I’ve learned everything about you, you turn around and surprise me with something like that. What a naughty, clever girl,” he purrs against your neck, humming in approval when he hears you gasp at the sensation.

“I believe that we might just call on that artificer after all.”

“We? Who said anything about you being invited along?”

“Hence my inviting myself along, darling. Honestly. Do keep up!” the words are punctuated with shallow nips on your neck, asking for permission.

“Fine,” you laugh, threading your fingers through silver curls. “But just a quick bite, we have to leave straight after. We might be in luck, that man is so fickle and forgetful, he probably hasn’t noticed that I was gone a while.”

You feel fangs pierce skin and then a pleasant, familiar numbness as your vampire drinks, humming in delight as your blood hits his tongue and the taste briefly overwhelms him.

"Perhaps," he resurfaces, lapping at runaway droplets, "that artificer of yours might wait a while still. Give us enough time to indulge in a quick afternoon delight even?"

"Astarion! No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

He doesn't answer this time, but you feel his palm against your side, fingers making their descent deliciously, torturously slow.

You grip them firmly, ignoring the way your heart beats wildly, which Astarion picks up on and tries to move in for a kiss. You turn your face at the last moment, his cool lips meeting your cheek.

"Tsk, you're no fun," he chuckles, moving back enough for you to scramble away.

"Because you are the designated 'fun one' in this relationship," you tug sharply at your shirt and clear your throat. "You're coming?"

"Apparently not anytime soon," he grins at your unamused look." But I will walk down to the forge with you. Since you asked so nicely."

A few weeks later in spite of some minor mishaps, your project is complete. You can scarcely believe it and hope that Astarion will not find the experience overwhelming.

And this is how you and Astarion find yourself standing hand in hand in front of the improved, bronze-backed mirror, the artificer's magic tweaking its properties and supposedly making it as good as any other mirror out there.

"Ready, my love?" you give his hand a light squeeze.

"With you by my side? Always."

And so Astarion lifts his hand and pulls the fabric off with a flourish.

"Show off," you mutter, making him grin widely as fabric flutters through the air, falls on the floor and finally stills.

You look at Astarion, watching his face closely as his eyes widen and his mouth falls open slightly. Feeling his fingers tremble, you give them a reassuring squeeze and turn away from your vampire to look at the mirror.

And there you are. Side by side. As equals. Not just lovers, but comrades-in-arms, friends. Because come hell or high water, you are there for each other.

"Oh my," you hear Astarion breathe out as he studies his face, "I can see why you can't keep your hands to yourself, my sweet! I'm simply stunning!"

"And humble, too," you tease, enjoying the way Astarion’s eyes light up in delight.

The setting sun frames Astarion's face and threads through his curls, making him shine and glow so beautifully you feel overwhelmed.

With some effort, Astarion tears his eyes away from his reflection and focuses on you.

“Thank you.”

A kiss on your temple.

“Thank you.”

Another on your cheek.

“Thank you.”

His lips find yours. The kiss is languid, unhurried, perfect.

It is a kiss that is full of hope for the future. Your shared future. The future filled with warm, golden days and cool silvery nights. The future where everything seems possible.

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