#cuz my body loves to betray me

[aria0fgold]

the urge to write a ship centric type of oneshot or short story for any omori ship cuz of a silly villainess oneshot i read in an anthology. in the oneshot, the guy ate a candy that lets him read the mind of his soon to be wife and ooo the silly ideas for that premise. (can ya tell i dont know which to use, fiance or fiancee?)

photobomb or suntan... hmmm..... or a different ship like kimbrey or cactiflower or sunflower hmmmmmmm

[moonrisecoeur]

Ur the best sub Leon writer soooo… idk if you seen these but ppl treat las plagas parasite as sex pollen 😭 and I’m so here for it. Concept : re4 leon infected by the parasite OK but he starts out very agressive but ofc he’s a sub so he does whatever reader wants in order to yk… achieve the goal of the parasite (breeding 😔 who said that? Not me) And pls make the reader mean, I love mean femdoms sm, they are chefs kiss. If you need more clarification post it I’ll send another one idk but I’m just seeing what YOU come up with. LOVE UR WRITING btw I love how it’s pretty in character tbh cuz I read ur bully Leon one and I was like “yeah fr like he’s too caring to be a bully 💀”

OMG WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD: you said smth so mean to him that he came too early. He was so sorry for coming early and the mess he made in you But then he continued to keep going trying to pump more- OK SORRY

the BEST?? idk about that but i shall take ur compliment and deliver to you only my best work so thank u bestie i appreciate it sm !! ^-^

las plagas is crazy cuz like the black veins, the loss of control with your physical body, the pain it causes… that’s literally so hot. leon was so fuckable all of re4 but especially in the scenes where his body is being controlled that man is SCRUMPTIOUS

also just so you know. the veins on his dick are black as well ♡

no pronouns mentioned, afab parts mentioned, plaga leon has to be a top im sorry (technically in straight relationships men are always topping unless u count pegging BUT in this context i mean he’s a top more like ‘he’s a sub but he’ll fuck u stupid’ like that’s the vibe)

you spot his blonde hair from across the hall, running over to him excitedly. thank god you found him.

“leon!” you call out, grabbing the attention of the man in question, as you catch up to him. finally finding him in this nightmarish place after getting separated was the best thing possible, “holy crap, i’m so- i’m so glad you’re okay— woah, what… what happened to you?”

he takes a cautious step back, still seemingly holding a little bit of control over his body, “they said it was a gift in my…. my blood… don’t know what the fuck that was about..”

you take a step forward, reaching out your hand to touch his face, fingers tracing the black lines that were once veins invisible to the naked eye. but he stops you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist, “don’t.”

“don’t… what?” you ask nervously, shoulders slumped.

“you need to… stay away from me,” he groans from pain, and you’re too worried to listen to his words, “stop, get away from me, you— i could hurt you! i don’t want to hurt you…”

but you don’t listen to him, betraying his wishes by shaking off his grip and reaching your hand out again. he can’t try to stop you this time. he moans, actually moans, when your fingertips touch his face, caressing him softly.

“really? it’s that good?” you ask with a small smirk on your face. leon thinks he could die.

“f-fuck…” he mumbles, finally coming closer to you. his hands wrap around your waist as he leans in for a kiss that you’re not ready for, and you both stumble backwards while you try to ground yourself.

he’s getting rough, aggressive, and you need to push back a little or else he’ll consume you entirely. not that you’d mind.

“leon, ease up,” you whisper, pushing him back slightly, and when a growl escapes his throat, you know he’s clearly not in any state to listen, “leon.”

he annoyedly makes eye contact with you, trying his best to listen to what you’re about to say. he is trying, and that’s the worst part. this is him at his most gentle, most restrained.

“you need to listen to me, okay? can you do that?” you ask softly, hand against his chest to keep him from diving too deep into you, and pressing a kiss to his lips. it’s softer. he moans into your mouth needily, but you don’t let him get rough. instead you sweetly get the taste of him. sure, it’s not a delicious taste, but he’s a delicious experience.

you enjoy the way he’s trying so intensely to control and contain himself, for your sake. he knows what you want from him is not his full fledged desires out in the open, completely unchecked.

when you pull away, he looks wrecked already, “please, you can’t do this to me, not if you’re just going to walk away and leave me desperate.”

part of you wants to reassure him. i’m not going to leave you. i would never abandon you when you need me most. but the other part just wants to ravage him, take all of him for yourself, leave nothing of him left but the perfection you’ve created. perfection in your eyes. maybe he’s not the only one infected with some kind of tainted desire.

instead, to accomplish both, you kiss him again, letting your own intensity and desire take over, potentially overpowering his. he whimpers, his shaky hands holding your hips for stability. he’s not being grossly possessive and rough like before. he’s softer now, pliable.

when you pull away, you whisper, “we need to get somewhere safe.”

“wha… what?”

“i need to take my time with you, and we’re not safe out in the open like this…” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to that sweet spot right below his ear. it’s so cute how truly weak leon is right now. sure, that’s always been his weakness, but it’s elevated multiple times over by this parasite in his blood. you have half the mind to thank that weird cult.

when you find a safe room, you’re immediately back on him, pushing him against the wall, enjoying the way he whimpers as you kiss him, his need for you multiplying by the minute.

“please, please, i need you, i need you so fucking bad, please, i need to take you, need to make you mine, need to—”

“shut up,” you groan, fingers roughly grabbing his jaw, pushing his head back and away from you, “you’re going to be good, or you won’t get what you want. i don’t care how badly you fucking need me, you’re going to be patient. you’re going to be nice and obedient or you’ll get nothing from me. and that little parasite inside of you is horrified at the idea that you won’t get to fuck my pretty pussy, hm?”

he looks pathetic, moaning like a whore at just some words, but it’s the way you say them, the way you say them, that kills him. he eventually calms himself down enough to nod with his eyes shut tightly, “i’ll do whatever you say. you know that.”

“lay down on the floor,” you command, almost growling back at him, and he opens his eyes in surprise.

“what?”

“you heard me. on the ground, beneath me, right now, leon,” your eyes narrow at him, enjoying the way he weakly sinks to his knees before sitting down completely and laying back.

“like this..?” he asks, confused. he doesn’t know what’s about to happen, and that excites him immensely.

you take off your belt with all your utility tools and your jeans along with it. then finally, your underwear. he looks up at you with wide, delicious eyes.

he asks so sweetly, even though he knows the answer, “are you… are you gonna make me..?”

“yeah, you are. i’m going to sit down on your pretty, pretty face and you’re going to enjoy every second of being beneath me, where you belong, servicing me, and making me cum.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of belonging beneath you, “yeah, fuck, okay—”

“—and you’re not going to fucking talk until i cum, got it?”

he nods, and once you sit down upon your throne, he gets right to work. he laps up the fluids of your cunt like a dog, working tirelessly, sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. this is his place. he deserves nothing more than to be here with you, caving to your every desire even if all of his thoughts include breeding you and getting you pregnant with his babies. he’d do anything you asked if he could just have that.

he’d be at your service, at your mercy, until you chose to give him what he wanted.

but he makes you cum so fucking hard that it’s impossible to not give him what he wants, especially when rough hands grab onto your thighs as you’re cumming and he’s still giving you the head of your life through your orgasm. he grabs you just to stabilize you, but also to be possessive.

he can’t help how bad he’s gotten about jealousy and possessiveness with this parasite. he’s never been the jealous boyfriend, knowing you could hold your own and you’re loyal and stuff, but something about the way he looks at you now is different. it’s deep and primal. he looks at you like he needs to have you, and no one else can.

it’s insanely hot, but it’s also inconceivable how uncontrollable those urges are. leon has good self control, and you notice it in how he’s acting. again, this is him at his most restrained. he’s trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, taking everything he wants from you because he knows you don’t want that.

somewhere deep inside of him, he’s still himself, still that awkward and dorky guy that just wants to love you and give you everything you want. you wouldn’t want that.

when you roll off of him, laying down next to him to give yourself a moment to recover, you press a kiss to his shoulder, a sign that it’s an act, your harshness isn’t real. he returns the gesture by kissing the top of your head. a sign that he acknowledges your motives.

“please,” he whimpers suddenly, startling you out of your daze as his hand caresses your back softly, “i’ll let you control everything, you can do whatever you want with me, but fucking please, i’m so desperate to put my cock inside of your pussy, baby. i can’t think straight, and i’m trying so damn hard to control myself but i won’t be able to much longer…”

“yeah? you wanna put your cock inside of me? feel it throb inside the wetness and warmth of my cunt, fill me up with—”

he cuts you off with a loud moan, his hands grasping onto you and his eyes shutting tightly at the thought of such pleasure. he looks wrecked at the mere mention of cumming inside of you. you obviously have to capitalize on this fact.

“oh? so it’s the filling me up part, isn’t it? the ‘gift’ you have makes you really want to cum inside me, hm?” you say, smirking cruelly at him, watching his resolve crumble as he moans shamelessly, “do you want… breed me, leon?”

he gasps, breathing heavily. he’s incredibly wound up, and now you know the real reason he’s insatiable and uncontrollable, “f-fuck, i— it’s not that i want to, it’s that i need to… i need to fuck you and breed you so damn bad, i—”

you cover his mouth with the palm of your hand, enjoying the way he groan in pleasure when you straddle him. god, he’s not even inside of you, but he looks fucked out. he looks he’s about to burst already.

“god, you’re so fucking desperate,” you mumble to him, leaning in closer to whisper to him despite having him muzzled with your hand. not that he’d ever hurt you, he would never even imagine it, “you’re going to fuck me stupid, okay? you’re going to fuck me until my legs go numb and i can’t feel anything but you… and only when i tell you you can, you’ll breed me, fuck your cum even deeper into me and not let any of it escape. understood?”

he breathes shakily, not responding. obviously you forgot you have your hand over his mouth. when you take it off, he nervously says, “got it. i’ll… i’ll be good. i’ll make you feel so good.”

your voice is dark, cruel, full of malicious intent, “you fucking better, or i won’t let you cum. you’ll get to fuck me, sure, but i won’t ever give you the satisfying orgasm your body is desperately aching for. you won’t get to fill me up, and all you’ll have left to fuck for your little orgasm is your hand.”

his heart aches. the idea of disappointing you makes him feel a physical pit of nervousness in his stomach, the same ones he felt when he was more like himself. he just wants to feel like himself again.

“g-got it,” he whimpers. you get off of him, and he’s got you pinned immediately, gently resting you against the ground he was previously laying on. the image of you beneath him has him breathless. he feels like he’s worshipping a god with every move he makes.

he slides his cock into you, groaning at how easy it is, how wet you are. he bottoms out almost immediately, enjoying the way your body wraps around him in almost every sense. he silently adores you. he loves that you want him, crave him just like he craves you. that underneath all of your dominance, you’re his lover too.

fuck, he’s starting to feel possessive again. he beings to thrust into you, his body moving faster than either of you can handle, but you keep your cool better than he does.

“don’t let yourself start to think you’re in control,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips to his shoulder, baring your teeth but not hard enough to draw blood. just enough to remind him of his place, “you belong to me. not the other way around, got it?” you growl into his ear.

he can’t even respond, too enraptured by your body and the feeling of your control over him leaving him a shuddering mess.

and you can’t even deny it. he’s putting in the work, thumb playing your with your clit just like how he knows you like, and clearly he’s getting the results he’s looking for. his body comes closer to the edge sooner than he’d like, but he tries to stave it off, for your sake.

still leaning into him, you whisper in your darkest voice, “maybe i should leave you like this, so you can stay this desperate… for me. i would try and cure you, but… not sure if i really care anymore.”

he shudders, voice giving out on him as he tries to plead with you. he cums without warning, obviously his body did it without the consent and go-ahead of his conscious mind. he already looks embarrassed at cumming without your permission. you don’t really have the mind to care right now, but you remember it for.. later.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck, leon, give it to me, give in to your cravings, your desires, your needs,” you moan in his ear, desperate for him, only him, and he’s yours, he’s all yours, it’s all he’s ever been and all he’ll ever be. he keep fucking you even after cumming, keeping you filled up, pushing it deeper, “make me yours.”

and he has no choice but to comply.

[megistusdiary]

i have two words. sub arlecchino. HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY!!

i read an x reader where it depicted her not used to having such gentle touches or being taken care of (cuz yknow shes been through alot and lost a lot of people, with no one there to whose gonna reassure her?) so shes just so confused as we hold her n shit. this has been in my brain and i have been SEARCHING EVERY APP FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS AND I CANT FIND IT!!!

can i be 🐈 anon meow!

hiii, yes, you are welcome to be a new anon! and that's such a cute idea 🥹 ofc

(nsfw utc - tw sub!arle, cunnilingus, arle called peruere here)

your hands are gentle on her skin, treating her so kindly despite her past. the same hands you touch so sweetly have been coated in blood one too many times. your thumbs swipe over her hands, bringing them to your lips to kiss each fingertip with such a tenderness she's never known.

"let me take care of you, peruere." you insist, cupping her cheek. "may i?"

she's breathless, eyebrows furrowed, expression betraying her as she shudders. "you may." she nods slowly, feeling you kiss down her body.

"you're so beautiful." you smile up at her, placing gentle kisses on her stomach. "i'm so lucky to have you."

she turns away but you pull her attention back when you kiss her clit. "look at me. you're perfect. i love you." your voice brings her to tears, feeling your tongue on her pussy as you gently suck her clit.

"so wonderful, so perfect..." you hum. "does it feel good?"

"very-" she huffs, gripping your shoulder as your tongue slides into her slightly. "but you speak as if i deserve gentle treatment."

"you do." you smile, kissing her thigh. "you deserve the world. i'd serve it to you on a silver platter if you would smile for me."

she blushes, eyebrows furrowing again as you speak. "you mean that?"

"i wouldn't say it if i didn't."

she feels you kiss her clit again, treating such a powerful woman like she's just a fragile doll. you're so... gentle with her, hands holding her thighs with such care. her head falls back into the pillows, letting you bring her to the edge and ease her back down afterward, kissing her thighs and leaving soft little marks while her heart swells full of a long forgotten sensation; love.

[moon7jay]

hard heeseung thoughts 😵‍💫 non con with mean dom her AHHHH

THIS IS NON CONSENSUAL SO DNI IF U R NOT COMFY WITH THOSE THEMES

Boyfriend heeseung who has fucked you on every surface of your apartment and his own dorm.

Boyfriend heeseung who's always horny, ready to take you anywhere and everywhere.

Boyfriend heeseung who ignores your pleas asking to not do it today cuz u r sore from last night

Boyfriend heeseung who doesn't understand consent, you are his, so is your cunt and he can use it whenever he wants, even you can't stop him

Boyfriend heeseung who gets turned on when u tell him to stop, your lower lip wobbling "heeseung please, please don't"

Your whiny voice and real fear in your eyes as u scoot away from him makes him inexplicably hard in his jeans

Boyfriend heeseung who likes how you are so tiny, your soft little fists coming up to hit him on his chest to push him away but it only makes him laugh as u sob

Boyfriend heeseung who forcefully spreads your legs apart, not even bothering to take any of your clothes cuz he's only intrested in getting inside of your fuck hole.

"Don't act like u don't want this fucking tease, prancing around in nothing but my shirt, pussy all up in my face and u wanna act all innocent now? "

Boyfriend heeseung who traps you under his weight, thrusting inside of you, moaning at how you scream and thrash, your pussy burns from his forceful invasion

"It h-hurts, hurts so much heeseung please"

Your cries falling on deaf ears, he's growling like an animal in heat, eyes laser focused on how your lower regions connect, loving the way your tight cunt wraps around his dick. The sounds of skin slapping harshly music to his ears.

"Hurts yeah? Lemme make it hurt some more" Hitting your cervix brutally, going harder everytime you scream

Your arms flail around, full on sobbing and having a breakdown cuz what boyfriend takes advantage of his girlfriend? This is wrong on so many levels, but ur body betrays you, secreting fluids the more he fucks you. Fuck? No. Rapes you.

"Making a mess baby, u want this yeah? Like when it hurts don't you? Come on let's fuck some more"

Boyfriend heeseung who spits in your mouth, liking how u swallow on autopilot, sucking on your tongue forcefully, liking how messy it gets as you cry more.

Boyfriend heeseung who doesn't just make out with you but eats your mouth, his tongue fucking your throat making you choke as saliva drips down your chins, sucking on your tongue forcefully cuz God damn he loves the way u taste in his mouth.

Boyfriend heeseung who rips your(his) shirt off and slaps your tits till they turn red, while rutting into your cunt as your screams of pain turn him harder inside of you.

Boyfriend heeseung who bites and gropes your soft skin, sucking and puncturing your skin with his teeth from anywhere he can get his mouth on, leaving bruises all over you, too lost in the pleasure your body is giving him.

Boyfriend heeseung who manhandles your body onto all fours, focusing on his dick and his pleasure, least intrested about your pleasure or how u keep begging him to stop

"Scream louder for me whore, ask me to stop-oh fuck yeah- gonna rape u all night long" His grunts and groans of satisfaction now sound static to u as u keep sobbing but no longer resisting, letting him bend u and use u like his own cumdump .

Boyfriend heeseung who takes you 3 more times throughout the night, slapping you when u try to run away from him, the veins in his neck visible from how much he loves forcing himself inside of you, beating your insides red.

Boyfriend heeseung who doesn't bother cleaning you up or making you cum, just tucking his dick in his pants and leaving you a crying mess once he's satisfied. Telling you to keep his cum in you or he'll rape u harder the next time he comes over.

Boyfriend heeseung who knows u will come crawling back to him again cuz he's broken you. Turned you into a perfect sex toy. Only existing to pleasure his dick.

[sharkinthetoilet]

The main 4 (without or with Cartman) + Butters and Creek (poly with those two,) x GN Reader,

Like how would they try to get their lovers attention? And reader pretends to not understand they want attention

The main trio + butters and creek, trying to get their s/o's attention

yayay, not being put thru the horrors of trying to write cartman as an appealing boyfriend

Gender: neutral

Warnings: tiny amount of paranoia

☆-stan:

Stan is that kind of person that makes weird noises to get your attention

You'd be sitting next to him, scrolling through social media and all of the sudden he meows at you

Now if you give him the attention, he wants, he'll do whatever he needed your attention for and then give you a sweet kiss on the cheek

If you don't, though, he'll keeping making the noise he's annoying you with

Louder. and. Louder. Each and every time

If you still don't give him his attention, he'll text you

"Hey babe, look @ me, thx"

if you still won't give him attention, he will ignore you for the next 20 minutes too

he acts like you betrayed him

in his eyes you did

if you want him to go back to normal, just give him a kiss or something

☆-kyle:

kyle is a very busy, so he does respect you for not always giving him attention

but if he notices, that you're purposefully ignoring you, that's a different tale

kyle is naturally hot-headed, so expect him to just blow up if you ignore him

goes to the 5 stages of grief in under 3 minutes

then he'll try everything to get your attention

would probably also do weird noises like stan, cuz stan always does it towards him

if you still won't soften up, he'll dramatically leave the room

will seriously be hurt, if you don't follow him

no, but seriously, kyle is pretty insecure, you ignoring him scares the ever living shit out of him

just give him your undivided attention for the rest of the day, please

☆-kenny:

my man needs attention all the time

definitely touches you a lot to get your attention

a biter

seriously, he'll bite you

if you ignore him, he'll slide his hands all over your body, acting all seductive

not necessarily in a sexual way, that's just how he is, touchy

he's super duper annoying, neither stan nor kyle can compare

"babe, babe, baby, bubu bunny, honey, sugar buns, babe, babyyy, love, darling, my oh so beautiful lover, dear, BABEE"

if you won't give him his 'deserved' attention, he'll sulk in the corner

the second you give him attention, he'll be at your side again, acting like nothing happened before

honestly doesn't mind you messing with him

☆-butters:

butters is such a cutie 😭

if you ignore him, he'll always be to 100% sure you're just busy

sits there patiently, waiting for you

if he feels like you ignored him have been busy to long, he'll get you some water and snacks, must be important what you are working on

will ask you, if you may want to take a break

hope you feel bad for ignoring him

please just 'take a break' and spend some time with him

he deserves it

☆-creek:

tweek and craig are polar opposites

craig actually has no problem with you ignoring him for a bit, he's quite fond of silence

sure, if he actually wants your attention, he would be a bit upset, if you ignore him

not that you could see it

but he won't be mad or anything

tweek on the other hand

he can't handle being ignored

can and will freak out

"HAVE YOU GONE DEAF?!; AM I DELUSIONAL?! ARE YOU REAL, AM I EVEN TALKING RIGHT NOW?!"

yeah no, don't ignore him

craig will be mad too

and with that you lost stripe privileges for the next 2 weeks

god they are so chaotic

[mists-dark-zone]

Hi!

So.. i read you kinktober stuff and boi.. my mind is running like..

i have some thoughts, like Creator doing 1, 12, 23 to Zhongli, mainly cuz i have a love and hate relationship with him. That is the result of my friend making me hate him that bad, but that is another story.

Though, back to my thoughts on Zhongli being a sub, like ugh, I love me some sub men that are powerful. Zhongli crying and begging for release due to over stim? Beautiful.

Zhongli released a soft whine and yet he doesn't want to disappoint you, not after he was given this plant to take care of by you. Yet, he is so humiliated to be at the mercy of the pathetic plant, not fully realizing that he was pulled into the trap that was set up by you. There are times where it just teases him after a long night of endless rounds, but he won't return the plant cuz of what the creator said before handing him the plant, "Surely someone as strong as you can handle the plant i made just for you." - Kaeya anon

Kinktober day "3"

I know it's technically day 7,but this took awhile to write T-T. Days 4,5,6,and 7 will be posted soon,as well as day 8.

This request was very fun to write,thank you for it!

Zhongli

1: Humiliation

12: Expositionalism

23: Tentacles

Content warning: ⚠️This work has dubious consent⚠️

If this bothers you I ask that you leave,for your own wellbeing!!

If these things make you uncomfortable DO NOT INTERACT!! I am not liable for it if you do!

There was a knock at your door.

"Your grace?" The voice of your most loyal servant came through. "May I come in?" He said before politely waiting outside. 'He was definitely the perfect one for this job',you thought to yourself before speaking.

"Yes,please come in." Zhongli walked in,head held high. He gave a deep bow,almost going to kneel at your feet until you stopped him. "That will not be necessary today." He peered at you,confused. "Zhongli,I have a task for you." He had perked up at the word task,straighting himself back up.

You move gracefully across the room,mentioning for him to follow. You smiled to yourself as you picked up a plant in a pot. Leaves of deep purple,with...tentacle like stems and leaves. It was a type of vine,you supposed. Gingerly picking up the plant,you turned to Zhongli.

"This plant here is one I made specifically for you,my most loyal follower. I ask that you please take care of it." You held it out to him,and Zhongli nodded. His stoic face betrayed the way he was feeling inside,the bubbling pride and excitement making it's way through his body.

Zhongli bowed deeply. "I am honored to have such a privilege,your grace." You nodded,a similar excitement bubbling inside of you,but for reasons very different than what Zhongli could guess. You carefully placed the pot into his waiting hands. You waved a dissmissal, and he bowed deeply once again,turning to leave. Just as he opened the door,you called out to him,making him turn around.

"It's a special plant Zhongli,so make sure to give it extra special care." You said with a wink before going back to your work. Zhongli briskly left the room,scurrying through your giant palace domain. He had his own place,but decided to go to the room assigned to him as an acolyte instead,saving some time. He quickened his pace,wanting to get there as soon as he possibly could. He couldn't understand why,but he felt he needed the space his room gave for something,although he was unsure why this thought came to mind.

He finally made it to his room. It was a barren yet large place. He had his bed pushed to the left side, which at the foot the door to his in room bathroom was. That door was closed however,so after a minute of looking around,Zhongli placed the plant on his desk,which was the direct opposite of his bed.

He stared at the plant for a moment. It looked...odd,but all the colors were absolutely beautiful in a way Zhongli wouldn't have seen before. He was studying the plant so intently that he hardly noticed that it had moved a bit.

He snapped out of it only when he realized that it would be best if he watered the plant. Fresh water would be best,he thought to himself. So,he walked to the door,ready to walk out. That was,until he was grabbed.

Something hard and thick wrapped around his waist,pulling him up into the air in the middle of the room. He let out a yelp,trying desperately to push the thing off of him. He looked down at it,trying to see what exactly was holding him captive. It looked to be a vine of sorts,and he wondered if he could maybe slash it with his polearm...

...That was,until a sweet smell began secreting from the plant,causing him to go limp and his thoughts to cloud up. He continued to fight,squirming around in a pathetic attempt to escape,but there was no strength behind his actions. It was like all the power he had was drained. Or maybe it was just the fact that thinking about escaping was getting harder..

Something hard pushed its way into his mouth,and he desperately tried to spit it out. It was relentless however,so it simply continued to venture deeper into his mouth. Zhongli gagged when it hit the back of his throat,tears springing up in he eyes. The thing didn't care for his discomfort,and soon the former archon felt a cool,thick,slimy substance slide down his throat.

All too quick,his body felt as if it was in searing heat. Sweat formed on his forehead as he panted. He hardly noticed that his cocks had become fully erect,straining his pants. It came to the forefront ot his mind as it became increasingly uncomfortable. Two thin vines came and pulled off his jacket,letting it fall to a heap on the floor below. They then began work on his suit,finishing much quicker than Zhongli anticipated. It joined his jacket on the floor.

The very second his chest was bare and exposed,more thin vines came,rubbing his stomach with light touches that made him shiver. They trailed up his body,tracing his arolea and flicking over his nipples,causing him to let out a quite embarrassing moan. He was trying hard to escape,but the fire hot pleasure he was feeling was making him so weak...

There was a pressure in his backside,and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a thick vine pushed into his hole. A wanton moan escaped hid lips. The soft,malleable thorns of the vine tickled his walls on a way that made him gyrate his hips and whine with tears in his eyes. When it hit his prostate,he fell limp as he came hard.

The vines continued even after he came,fucking him hard and fast. He moaned and cried,squirming desperately as he desperately tried to get away from the overstimulation.

Another vine came to touch the head of his sensitive cock,and he yelped as tears once again gathered in his eyes. He couldn't decide whether to buck into it or buck away from it as another splash of white hot pleasure-pain rocketed through him,causing him to orgasm once again.

He squeezed around the vine,just as he felt a thick,warm substance empty from the vine into his hole. He whined as it slipped out,and the other vines let him slump gently to the floor. He watched through blearly,half lidded eyes as the plant returned to normal,as if like magic.

When he awoke,the first he thought to do was get rid of the wretched plant. But the words of his God came back to him. "This plant here is one I made specifically for you,my most loyal follower. I ask that you please take care of it." His God had made it for him specifically. It would be blasphemous to throw it away. So he let it stay. Let it have it's way with him every night.

Little did he know,that that was just what you wanted,as you watched from the shadows every night.

[gh0stswh0re]

"-s gonna be alright, darling, i'm right here, just breathe"

warnings: f! reader, softdom (!) simon, forced orgasms + overstimulation, previously established consent + safeword, mild descriptions of war, very dramatic for no reason, 550+ words

a/n: at the end, cuz they are too long

...

he is a man of determination and sheer willpower, a man with a strong moral ground and one might even dare saying simon riley is a bit of a patriot.

dangerous, is what he really is - like a predator he moves, like a sickened predator he stalks and watches, like a bloodthirsty, bellicose predator he hunts down and slaughters whatever poor bastard is his next set target.

he is blind and rabid - a weapon, a machine on the battlefield with phantoms of war scattered across his skin, still haunting his flesh, seared deep inside.

yet, here he is - his lips skating the heartbeat on your neck, his fingers twitching as the grip of his hand on your hip tightens, turning his knuckles a sorrowful white as he caresses you - as if you are the one and only thing to cherish, admire, protect.

weak - he hates and despises being weak, but good lord above he just loves seeing you weak, crumpled underneath him - broken, shattered, tainted.

passing his thumb over your bottom lip - swollen and flushed pink - prying open your mouth, flattening it against your tongue - you gag and he chuckles, as if to torment you, or, perhaps pity your pathetic state. as another finger slides across your clit, teasing it with a quick swirl, and you chew down on the inside of your cheek, nearly drawing blood as you bite down a whine, the ever-so-similar longing seared inside your abdomen.

his eyes dark - like coal, waiting to engulf in burning flames - as he watches you bury your face into his chest, smearing the remains of the dried-up mascara on his shirt "even as you sob, and tears fall down this pretty face-" heaving breaths wreck his tone, "even as you scream and plea-" he begins rocking his thigh, "you keep your eyes on me" one hand squeezes your cheek, until the flushed skin begins to burn and you whimper as you swallow, "even with your mind gone and body fucked into oblivion, you still follow orders" you squeal - completely cornered by his body pressed against yours - boldly, with only a few hints of concern for how tight the grip he held on you was, as he coos you.

he makes you count - pleasure now mixes with stiff pain, muscles spasming and limbs trembling, white flashing behind your tightly shut eyelids - he makes you count.

shows no remorse either - a slap against the soft skin of your inner thigh snaps you back into the physical realm, "four, sir-" his hand leans higher up, two fingers teasing the wet slit - "four, it was my fourth orgasm" - before an even sharper slap lands against the sore clit and spikes of hot pain ripple through you - from the wet, drippy core up to your spine, the aftershock pulsating in your muscles, "and thank you, sir".

it was stupid - nearly ridiculous - the guilt you feel, as you wince and tremble in his lap, shame and excitement pumping through your system. "-s gonna be alright, darling, i'm right here, just breathe"

you could fight back, you convince yourself - sputter protests, but the trembling tone hiding the silent pleas would, ultimately, betray you.

he makes your skin burn, and your insides twist into ugly knots, as you plead with him to just touch you, despite begging him to stop not even a minute ago, the hungry lust shadowing his face, hiding his expression - it was an ache, an ache only he could soothe. "don't care how sensitive and sore it is, princess, -m still gonna fuck you"

...

a/n: not to be melodramatic (*narrator's voice* she is, infact, dramatic and will remain to be a dramatic hoe for the rest of her life) but y'all are so sweet and i have no idea how to thank y'all for ur patience and support <33 i never would have imagined this december would be so busy and stressful, but y'all are gorgeous and deserve only the best!! for the next few days it's gonna be five or so dribbles + any additional fics i haven't posted yet

[seelestars]

➴ ✫ * ✧ WITH A FOXIAN READER (HSR characters)

a/n : i tried to make them all relatively the same length, i swear i don’t have favorites !

JING YUAN :

• thinks your tail and ears are very fluffy and soft to the touch, would constantly touch them if you let him

• gets sad sometimes cuz your foxian features remind him of baiheng occasionally ! it’s okay tho he has you by his side to comfort him ♡

• would help you groom + trim your ears and tail if you asked ! very gentle w it, always going “am i being too rough?” he’s so careful to not make u uncomfy :(

• he has groomed + trimmed mimis fur before so he knows what he’s doing btw

• teases you occasionally when he sees your tail wag etc

“i don’t want a kiss at all!” you pout, crossing your arms as you continued to felt jealous after he smiled when a girl flirted with him. deep down, you wanted more of his affection and attention. and unfortunately for you, your tail gave it away when it started wagging uncontrollably at the mention of his touch. “hm, your body betrays you dearest. c’mon now, we know you’re the only one i love.” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace you found yourself inevitably melting into.

LUOCHA :

• would also offer to help you groom your fur etc

• since he’s a merchant, he def has his hands on some the best products for these things out there ! he even got it specifically for you (๑>◡<๑)

• also probs have a rlly nice comb / wtv idk to help you untangle your fur .. it feels so nice against your tail and ears you find yourself dozing off at times

• gets you beautiful accessories to adorn your ears and tail, he thinks since they’re a very special part to you, why not emphasize it with some jewelry ?

• he likes to absentmindedly stroke your fur as you lay on his lap ♡

“mmh.. keep going..” you mumbled softly as he gently brushed your tail with a delicate comb. you found it hard to keep your tail still, the urge to wag it in contentment quite strong, but you wanted to make his task of brushing it easier so you resist. “enjoying it, my love?” he hums with a pretty smile on his face as he continues to brush through the fur, undoing the small tangles. after a few seconds of no response from you, he looked up to take a look at your face, only to (not so surprisingly) find you asleep.

KAFKA :

• probs asks you a lot of questions regarding your foxian features, “do they cause discomfort while sleeping?” “how do they feel?” “are they soft?” “let me touch them, please?~”

• makes you beg a little before pretending to reluctantly agree to helping you groom your tail. she just likes how you sound when you say “please” ♡

• gives you pet names like “my cute little fox”

• also teases you sometimes by blowing onto your ears , catching you off guard ! but she presses a kiss to them afterwards as a slight apology ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

• tugs on your tail / ears gently occasionally to grab your attention, it always works as she intends (with your cheeks heating up and a flustered expression on your face)

after spotting you absorbed in a book, she decides to sneak up behind you. once she was close enough, she lightly blows at your sensitive ears, causing you to jolt and your body to tense up. “..kafka! how many times do i have to tell you to not do that?!” you turn around, glaring at her with a flustered face as you pout. “sorry my cute little fox~ i can’t help it when your reactions are so cute.” she smiles sweetly, pressing a kiss to both of your ears as her way of saying sorry. it always works, as you find yourself forgiving her and even seeking more of her kisses.

[idiasmentalhealth]

GOD DAMNIT

MY HOZIER OBSESSION IS GOING TOO FAR‼️‼️‼️

I AM NOW LINKING MULTIPLE HOZIER SONGS NOT ONLY TO KURAS AND LEANDER BUT TO GRIM

SO I'M GONNA TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT SONGS ARE REMINDING ME OF HIM BECAUSE THE BRAINROT FROM FINISHING MY FIRST PLAYTHROUGH IS VERY REAL

there's so many...

cut just so the post doesn't look too long

OBVIOUSLY THIS ONE HAS TO BE FIRST SUNSHINE.

"But whose heart would not take flight?

Betray the moon as acolyte

On first and fierce affirming sight

Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight"

"Once I had wondered what was holdin' up the ground

But I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down

Leave it now, I am sky-bound

If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

We'll float away, but if we fall

I only pray, don't fall away from me"

THE WAY I HAD TO STOP MID PLAYTHROUGH TO PLAY THIS SONG ON REPEAT AND THEN CONTINUE

"My life was a storm, since I was born

How could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah"

AGAIN WITH THE LIGHT

"Could this be how every day begins?

The sky set to burst

The gold and the rust

The colour erupts

You filling my cup

The sun coming up

Like I lived my whole life

Before the first light"

psychopomp... get it cuz he's... the grim reaper...

"The feeling came late

I'm still glad I met you

The memory hurts

But does me no harm

Your hand in my pocket

To keep us both warm

The poor thing in the road

Its eye still glistening

The cold wet of your nose

The Earth from a distance

See how it shines"

"Some part of me must have died

The first time that you called me baby

And some part of me came alive

The first time that you called me baby

These days I think I owe my life

To flowers that were left here by my mother

Ain't that like them, gifting life to you again

This life lived mostly underground

Unknowing either sight nor sound

'Til reaching up for sunlight

Just to be ripped out by the stem"

"When you move

I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be

When you move

I could never define all that you are to me

So move me, baby

Shake like the bough of a willow tree

You do it naturally

Move me, baby"

and last, but certainly not least,

"I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her"

[deus-ex-mona]

just a tl of mona's q&a from her summery! photobook~~

Q1: Please introduce yourself.

A: I’m mona, a High School student and an idol. It’s nice to meet you!

Q2: What is something that you’ve been hooked on lately?

A: Trying out different foods! As you can see from a couple of the pictures in my photobook, I love to eat shaved ice with tons of fruits on it. I plan on trying shaved ice topped with lots of mangoes next time.

Q3: What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?

A: I stretch out, just like a cat does. My body is all stiff when I wake up, so stretching feels great. I recommend that you guys do it too!

Q4: What is something that you always carry with you?

A: Lip balm, I guess. As I’m an idol, I’d like to avoid having dry lips if I can help it!

Q5: Do you collect any items?

A: I collect goods of idol girls. Whenever I attend their concerts, I buy at least 10 random bromides, though I’d buy 20 if I can afford them! Also, I have all the CDs of the idols I follow!

Q6: What is your favourite ride at the amusement park?

A: The roller coasters! Like the ones that make you scream a ton, I guess. But that bungee jump that I did on that one TV show was pretty scary~.

Q7: What would you say your strong point is?

A: The flexibility of my body, I guess. I train my flexibility every day for the sake of my dances.

Q8: What is something that you are unable to deal with?

A: I can’t stand horror stuff all that well. Though, I’m the type of person who’d become composed when I’m with someone who’s more scared than me.

Q9: What would you do if you had 5 more hours in a day?

A: I’d play games! I’ve been hooked on a dating sim these days… It’s so much fun that the hours just fly by. I wanna romance all of the targets someday. Ah! I’m not betraying all of my fans with a boyfriend, or cheating on you guys or anything! I promise! This is just a really fun game! I mean it! Please believe me!

Q10: What would you do if you turned into a cat?

A: I’d want to bother my owner! Cats will be forgiven if they selfishly plead for attention, won’t they? I wanna be spoiled a ton too!

Q11: At what point during your Summer vacations would you usually finish your homework?

A: I’d try my best to do my homework on the first day of Summer vacation, but the end of the break always arrives before I know it. So I alwaaays end up barely finishing my homework in time…

Q12: Are anniversaries important to you?

A: Not really~. But maybe I just don’t know cuz I’ve never wanted to fall in love! The birthdays of my family and friends are really important to me, though.

Q13: Do you wait for the entire recommended duration before eating your cup noodles?

A: Nope. I like my noodles firm! Plus, the noodles will soften while I’m preparing my meal afterwards anyway.

Q14: If you could change just one thing about yourself, what would it be?

A: I wouldn’t change anything. Everyone loves me just the way I am after all! …I sure said a really embarrassing cheesy line there, ehehe.

Q15: What would you do if the world ended tomorrow?

A: I’d hold a concert! I’d want to have fun with everyone till the very end.

Q16: What would you do if you turned into the opposite gender for just one day?

A: I’d want to tease my Big Sis, I guess. She’s so pure that I think it’d be really fun to tease her. I wanna make her heart pound!

Q17: What is a must-buy for you at convenience stores?

A: Ice cream! There are new kinds of ice cream every time I go. It’s the best~.

Q18: What gestures could a member of the opposite gender do that would make your heart skip a beat?

A: Eh, lemme think… Maybe my heart would pound if I saw him enjoy a delicious meal? Like the other day, my heart pounded as I watched this boy from the same batch as me eat cream puffs. No, maybe the sight of a boy who loved sweets was just so cute that my heart skipped a beat… I don’t really know for sure!

Q19: If you could live in a fictional world from either a book, TV show, or a movie, what kind of world would it be?

A: I’d want to live in a world where I could use magic. I still dream of flying to the skies on a broomstick with the use of magic.

Q20: Do you think aliens exist?

A: I think they do! The thought that there’s a civilisation that’s way more advanced than ours in a galaxy far, far away is pretty exciting, right?

Q21: Which of the four seasons is your favourite?

A: Summer! Be it Summer live festivals, Summer festivals, or Summer vacation, Summer’s full of events, which makes it really great~!

Q22: How would you describe yourself in a single phrase?

A: I hate to lose, I guess.

Q23: What image do you currently have as your phone’s lock screen?

A: Uhh, it’s a photo of my class’s blackboard that has the deadline of my assignment written on it… I’m sorry that it isn’t cute at all… But if I don’t set it as my lock screen, I’ll completely forget about the deadline.

Q24: Who are you good at imitating?

A: I’m great at imitating my Big Sis! But Big Sis is really good at imitating me too, y’know?

Q25: Do you believe in fortune-telling?

A: I’ll believe in good fortunes! But I’ll completely disregard bad fortunes!

Q26: What is something you’re unexpectedly good at?

A: Crane games! I’m great at grabbing plushies from my favourite manga series and such. Even my Big Sis often begs me to help her snag some goodies from them these days! Crane games don’t just hold plushies, they hold sweets and all other kinds of stuff too! I like them cuz they’re really fun to play!

Q27: What is something that you would like to challenge yourself to do in the future?

A: I’d like to write lyrics and compose music! I want to give writing songs by myself a try. I think that there are songs that only I would be able to write in order to convey the feelings to my fans which would otherwise be unable to get through to them. Those are the feelings that I wish to write songs about. So I hope that you’ll continue to keep watching over me!

[jellyfishsthings]

Ok, first of all, I would like to apologise for not posting something for almost a month, bit it was exam season so... and I know I let you my fans down *que laughing bcuz it's not true*. Secondly, I would like to say that this is a bit different, it's not smut but I think it is quite funny and represents my character a little bit... also mean!Remus cuz he rules... so enjoy ig!!!

Part 2 , Part 3

I woke up, gasping for air, sweat making my shirt cling to my body like a second skin. I must look downright crazy, with flushed cheeks, hair a wild mess, and rubbing my thighs together without a stop. My mind drifted back to the dream that caused the state of my reaction.

His hands were roaming my body like I was the only thing he had ever wanted. And finally gripping my hips and making them move backwards until they hit his, and he was balls deep inside of me. Again. And again. And again.

The dream itself wasn't the problem. Sure, a sex dream wasn't that bad, and she had several over the years, but what she moaned and who was supposedly giving her all that pleasure was. Remus.

How? How had this happened to her? Not him. Not the one boy she never got along with. Not the one person who drove her up against the wall. Not the one that-

No, it actually made perfect sense. He was the only one who made her feel something. Sure, said "something" was regularly negative feelings. Like irritation, deep-rooted hate. But it certainly was more than anyone has ever made her feel. She looked at her alarm clock. And… great, only fifteen more minutes before it was time to get ready for breakfast. How was she supposed to pull herself together after that? It was going to be a long day.

She dressed in her uniform, only leaving her blue-silver striped tie, loosely knotted around her neck, her top two buttons open, exposing her collarbones. Her trousers, replacing the usual skirt, hugged her waist and hips nicely. Thank God, if there is one, but she had single-handedly managed to convince the professors in the monthly Perfects meeting, that the female population of this school, formal and fancy vocabulary had definitely been a strong part of her remarks, should be allowed to wear trousers whenever they wanted and felt like it.

She walked towards the Ravenclaw table and quickly filled her plate with pancakes doused in chocolate because well… who doesn't love chocolate? Her eyes roamed the blurry Dining Hall. Man, she really should start using her wire-framed glasses, the ones that were an identical pair to his. They had bought them so as to match when they were still friends. Before he ruined everything.

There he was. The beautiful, arrogant blurry bastard. She would recognise his curly hair and mischievous dark green eyes paired with his scarred face glory. Damn him and his annoying good looks. And when the hell did her eyesight get that bad? Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, which was again his fault. She could proudly say, though, that she was still squinting and glaring at the world as she always did. And everything was right. Until…

"My God, you are so tight. And so perfectly marked up. Everyone should know who you belong to, don't you think?" He said as his hand travelled upwards, one of her thighs. Moving easily as all her previous orgasms slid down her legs. All courtesy of his mouth, of course. "I love seeing you like this. I never thought that fucking your brains out until you are senseless would be such an easy way to shut you up."

… she remembered that and choked on her treacherous hot chocolate.

"Well, well, the she-devil just choked on her hot chocolate? Is it because your body detests anything sweet? " his voice called out. That deep, still slightly raspy and sleepy voice that made his Welsh accent stand out more prominently. She hated that voice, she thought, yet her body betrayed her and shivered, as if it was somehow remembering all that fantastic, imaginary, things it supposedly whispered in her skin.

Oohs and aahs echoed in the room, accompanied by chuckles and whispers, praising his "sick burn."

"You know what, Lupin? I always thought you were a pretentious piece of shit, but I never thought you were so self-centered to actually call yourself indirectly sweet. Is it one of those days of the month where you need a little confidence boost?", I called back as I finished eating and stood up from my seat.

A fuming Remus was the last thing I saw as I exited the room. Now, every member of the school faculty was laughing because of my comeback.

Lost in thought I walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower, and then felt an arm grasping my wrist and pining me into the wall, despite driving my elbow into said attacker in his nose, stomach (were those abs? Who was she kidding of course her attacker would have abs) and well … dick. But they didn't react at all as if those blows, who should have winded the air out of someone. Except- right lycanthropy super strength bullshit.

"You think that was funny?" He said in a deathly quiet tone, as if he wanted to murder me on the spot… or fuck me against the wall? Okay, now she was just self projecting.

"I think it was hilarious."

"Sometime you are going to learn to respect me, foxy?"

"Sure, when Hell freezes over."

"You know, you remind me of those foxes and black cats. They consider themselves so smart and mean, yet they are unaware of the danger they will face because of it. "

"And you are the danger? Climb off your high horse Lupin." I whisper in his face. Our lips only mere centimeters apart.

words: 900 (should I continue this?)

[xo-urban]

How about Alejandro x male!reader who got caught in a heavy rain/storm while on a patrol and had to wait it out in one of the abandoned buildings? They were drenched and all their clothes wet, so they made a small fire and took them off so they would dry. So there they were, sitting only in their underwear, trying to keep it cool, but one thing led to another and they started making out, cuz what's more romantic than kissing during a storm? You can add a little of smut at the end if you want, only if you're up to it! Love your fics btw, Im so happy to see a male reader blog with such amazing stories!

Translation for those wondering: Alejandro with a male reader who is his enemy, and they accidentally fuck.

Loved combining these two lovely ideas, enjoy some good ol hate that festered into some romance

On A Cold Rainy Night

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader

Summary: You seek shelter from the storm but happen to spend it out with your ‘sworn enemy’ Alejandro Vargas, gets a little steamy from there.

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers but it’s very short lived 😦, no beta read we die like roach

Word count: 1598

You never chose sides, you went with whatever you were put with. You were a loyal soldier, you wouldn’t leave your boss’s side if given the chance. You worked with Graves and he found you were a great soldier in battle, hence you were his favorite.

You never saw yourself as anything more or less, you made sure of it. You were a loyal dog to Graves as the shadow company’s hound, you did all the tiring dirty work. Yet here you were, lost in a storm with no way to get back.

You shivered, stepping into an abandoned building, you were drenched. You sighed softly, thinking that it would be another night alone as you walked deeper into the building to at least keep yourself a bit more well hidden from anyone bothering to investigate in this harsh weather.

The comforting cackling of fire drew you in, you were freezing in your soaked gear. You haven’t realized when your body moved on its own, turning into the room eagerly, you needed warmth, desperately.

The sound of a gun cocking broke you out of your need, “Don’t fucking move.” The voice came from behind you as you slowly raised your hands to show you didn’t come for a fight. You stood in your spot, only a few steps away from the warming blaze you could really use right now.

“You’re one of the snakes that captured me!” He spat. You bit back a shiver, how could you forget Alejandro? You were the one to supervise him, the one who cracked jokes with him despite the cruel reality of the two of you being enemies.

“It was my job.” You sighed, turning around to meet his cold eyes fueled by hate. You met his eyes, watching them soften at the sight of your face, recognizing your beautiful features. He put his gun away, running his hand through his hair in frustration, cursing at himself in spanish. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with Graves?”

“Sent me away on patrol” You replied simply, letting your hands drop as you kneeled beside the burning flame, it didn’t look like it was going for a while at all. “You’re by his side through almost everything I don’t understand.” Alejandro spoke as he kneeled across from you. “I’m as obedient as a dog can be, it’s what I’m referred to.” You spoke, your voice lacked any emotion. “Christ you sound like Ghost yet he’s been cheery as of late.” Alejandro sighed as he began to peel himself out of his unnecessary gear. You hummed in reply, you never really had a simple conversation but it did feel good to at least listen to one.

“Did you come alone?” Alejandro asked, you shook your head, “Went alone,Graves deemed me strong enough to go out here, its one big waste of time” You scoffed, “Deemed me as replaceable.” You snapped, you didn’t mean to get so rude all of a sudden but it was in your nature and your ways. You shivered as you quickly removed your gear, tossing the soaked pieces to the side but still at arm's length, just in case Alejandro were to betray you on this tense night.

You let out a delighted sigh, edging closer to the fire, you could feel Alejandro’s eyes on you. The rain outside thundered loudly, it wasn’t gonna ease up anytime soon so you were stuck here with Alejandro, who seemed calm for the most part.

You shivered harshly, cursing at yourself, your damn clothes were soaked and you could tell Alejandro was holding back a lot to act like the cold didn’t affect him at all. “Can I trust you not to kill me tonight?” You hissed quietly, “A truce?” Alejandro’s brow raised, “Can do that if you do the same.”

“You have my word, I’ll stick to it.” You groaned, shedding yourself out from your cold, damp clothes. A loud audible sigh leaving your lips as you sat comfortably in your pants. Alejandro paused with his mouth slightly open, looking over your scarred torso glistening in the fire light, only shutting his mouth to gulp back a sound. His face was a little red and he couldn’t help but stare.

“Christ I’m so fucking cold-” You shut your eyes as you rubbed your arms up and down to produce some heat. You heard shuffling before arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Your shivering eased a little as you sighed, “Thank you..” You smiled softly, leaning back against his chest, his shirt was off and it brought a blush to your face at the realization.

“Think of it as me returning the favor.. for past incidents between you and me” Alejandro whispered, his hot breath fanning against your bare shoulder. You whined, doing your best to stay warm, Alejandro’s hands worked up and down your skin, massaging your tension away with the warmth his hands provided.

You groaned, shifting back against him. He cursed behind you, hands slowing to a stop. “You’ve got to stop moving mi amor..” He groaned. You turned around to meet his eyes before you lowered your gaze, your face immediately burning redder. “Sorry.” You murmured, you didn’t think you would get to this point, yet even have someone to love. You always didn’t have time to love nor even be ‘good enough’ for a lover.

You shivered at the cold air hitting your back as Alejandro reached over to toss a piece of dried wood into the fire to keep it going, dangerously close to you. Yet you wouldn’t deny that you were aroused by the situation.

His hands trailed up and down your waist, murmuring soft compliments about your torso. You groaned softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him close. Your heads touched, edging closer to each other’s lips on instinct, your breaths fanning against each other. You let your eyes flutter shut when your lips connected, a moan leaving you from the well needed attention. Alejandro rubbed circles into your waist as a hand reached down to palm you through your pants teasingly slow.

You pulled away with a gasp, body trembling to the touch, not knowing hot react as needy groans left you. “I want you to be loud so I know what I’m doing mi amor.. can you do that? Can you be a good boy?” Alejandro murmured in your ear as he slipped off the rest of your clothes before moving to his own.

“Fuck- I’ll be your good boy, just please..” You whined, you needed anything really, “I’ll take care of you Mi amor, relax..” Alejandro.

Alejandro rubbed your precum on his fingers, lubricating them enough to rub your rim, earning a gasp as you held onto his shoulders tightly. “Ready for this? Not too late to back out..” Alejandro whispered, rubbing your waist reassuringly. You nodded eagerly, lust drunk with a drowsy smile, “Please Alejandro..” You whined, Alejandro pushed a finger in, waiting for you to adjust, rubbing your waist with one hand before it trailed to your hard cock, stroking it to help you focus.

You mewled in pleasure once he began to finger fuck you, you cursed with gasps and moans your legs trembling from the pleasure slightly. “Fuck fuck fuck~ more Alejandro please~!” You moaned, moving your hips against his fingers as your cock throbbed in his hand.

Alejandro pulled his fingers out after stretching you out enough, lining his cock up with your hole. You let out a loud moan when he pulled you down, sitting you down in his lap. Alejandro cursed under his breath as he planted soft kisses to your skin, feeling you tremble from the touch. “What a good boy.. taking me so well..” Alejandro praised, you melted into him at the words, pleading quietly to get him to fuck you already, you felt hot, so hot and needy. You needed to moved but Alejandro’s hands kept you planted.

You squirmed, whining helplessly as he sat their watching you for who knows how long before he started to relentlessly fuck into you with warning, earning a loud string of curses and moans from you as you held onto him tightly for some support.

He pounded into you from underneath, tears welling up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, moaning as you let Alejandro take the lead. He didn’t stop and you enjoyed every merciless thrust, moaning without hesitation. You wanted him to hear you, you wanted to be with him, to be loyal to Alejandro.

“Fuck I’m close mi amor..” Alejandro moaned as he kept thrusting up into your hole, getting sloppier by the second. You shuddered when he hurried deep inside you before releasing, painting your insides white as you came, a moan of relief leaving you followed by a whine as you buried your face into his shoulder.

You didn’t bother to move as Alejandro held you close as you shook, it felt so good to feel loved in the right way. And you couldn’t help but smile as you pulled him into another kiss.

“What about you and me.. we can run away together, live out our lives.. so you never have to work for Graves again..” Alejandro smiled softly as he kissed your face, trailing down to your neck.

“I would love that.. I would love to stay by your side..” You smiled before pulling him into another passionate kiss.

As the rain still poured from the sky on this cold rainy day. Two men of almost complete opposites loved.

[mybeautifuldelirium]

Can you write a chapter 2 to And you left me! Maybe Y/N goes to Storm’s End with Luke and Aemond kills him, kidnaps Y/N to capital as prisonar and then Aegon marries to her. But now Y/N is unwilling to marry him because he stole her mother’s throne and his brother murdered her brother in front of her. She hates her husband and wants to return to her mother. (If you are uncomfortable about writing noncon it can be just angst for both of them. It doesn’t have to be smut or yandere thing. I just want to see real Aegon’s character more than HoTD. Because in the show they made him more innocent than he actually is.)

And You Left Me! Part 2 |Aegon Targaryen II x reader

Part 1

A/N: I’m not sure how well I did w this chapter cuz originally I wasn’t really planning on doing a part 2, so I’m not sure if I did it any justice, but I still hope u enjoy 💚

Warnings: Targ!Incest, Dub Con, 18+, Angst!, NSFW allusions but nothing explicit

“And yet, with his final breath, he whispered to me that you should take his place on the throne.” The queen insisted, tightening her grip.

“Only on one condition shall I obey” Aegon narrowed his gaze “I am to take Y/N Velaryon as my second wife like Aegon the Conqueror did. She is to be my queen”

-

“No” Rhaenyra tore the thin parchment and threw it at Otto’s feet “My answer is NO! I am not to sacrifice my only daughter, she is a woman betrothed and my treacherous brother is well aware of this predicament”

Y/N’s eyes burned from trying to hold back her tears, Aegon lied, of course he would do that, of course he would betray and usurp her mother. She should’ve never returned to King’s Landing, she should’ve never let her guard down in front of him, never allowed herself to get lost in those teary violet eyes again.

-

“You met up with him, didn’t you?!” Rhaenyra pulled at her daughter’s hand “What did I tell you all those years ago, don’t you remember why I had to take you away from there?!”

“M-mother…I…I’m sorry…I didn’t-”

“You’re such a naïve girl Y/N” she shook her head in disappointment “You think he really loves you, don’t you? He took away my birthright, your birthright and now he wants to take you, to corrupt you! I will not allow that!”

-

The blood curdling screams that the young princess let out as her sweet little brother was falling down to his demise, echoed through the storm. Y/N leapt from her beautiful silver dragon, hoping to soon meet the same fate, but strong arms were suddenly wrapped around her pulling her back.

“NO” she wept, trying to free herself from the firm grasp of her captor “Let me go!! You KILLED him!! Let me go, let me die!”

“Forgive me, dear niece, it is your king who shall get to choose your fate” those were the last words she heard, before the shock and grief slipped her mind into unconsciousness.

-

The princess winced as the cold wet rag was firmly pressed onto her forehead, bloodshot eyes fluttering open. It was hard to adjust to the bright light, streaming through the windows, had she too died? A piercing pain shot through her chest, memories flooding back into her head.

“Lucerys, NO! He killed him! He killed him” she jolted up as the screams were tearing through her chest “No, he’s gone! He’s gone, it should’ve been me!”

“Princess, princess, please, you’re still weak” the poor maid begged, desperately trying to restrain her as the doors bursted open.

“Out, everyone”

That voice, Y/N knew that voice, of course she did, the voice of that drunkard, silver haired imbecile that she had been cursed to love.

“Where is he?! Where’s my brother?!” She tried to get up groaning from the pain “He killed him, he killed him!!”

“Don’t get up, you’re still weak” Aegon grimaced, plopping himself beside on the bed.

“My mother was right! I was a stupid naïve girl” her voice echoed through the room as she scooted further away from his body “Usurper! Traitor! Take me home!!”

Aegon bit his lip, trying to ignore the hatred in her voice

“This is your home” he looked down then back into her eyes mumbling with a stern voice “With me”

“With you? WITH YOU?!” Y/N let out a pained laugh “Let. Me. Go.”

“NO” Aegon stood up, his pale finger pointed at her chest

“You will stay here! You will marry me, like you promised!”

“You’ve lost your mind” the princess shook her head in disbelief “After everything your family’s done, after everything you’ve done, NEVER…I’d rather burn”

“You WILL” flames burned through the young Targaryen’s eyes as he tightly gripped her arm, knuckles going white.

“I am your king!! You will obey me! You shall be my queen”

-

The following days melted away into each other and though the health of the young princess had improved, her heart had been shattered into million pieces.

The queen mother Alicent would often visit the feeble girl, trying to reason with her.

“You love my son Y/N, you always have, despite your mother, despite his despicable behavior, I know that”

“I did…” the princess’ words trailed off “now no more, that love is forever gone!”

“You know that’s not true,” Alicent scoffed. “You think I wanted to wed your grand sire? We’re women, we don’t get to choose our fate”

-

Aegon’s life wasn’t any different than usual, the unfortunate king, had spent the preceding days drinking himself into oblivion with the occasional visits to the pleasure houses yet his mind kept coming back to Y/N, ever since that night when he had drunkenly stumbled into her chambers, her face had been haunting his dreams. He wanted her to be his and she was going to be his no matter what.

-

Poor, sweet Helaena had come at dawn, thin pale fingers draping a cloak of emerald green with a delicate embroidery of gold around Y/N’s trembling frame.

“Hel…please, please help me, I want to go home…” her eyes glistened from the newly formed tears “Aegon is your husband, the father of your children…d-doesn’t this bother you?”

“An oath of the dragon is an oath of the flesh” the young queen’s voice quivered, her delicate face devoid of any emotion.

-

This wasn’t how her wedding day was meant to go, Y/N Velaryon the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, she was supposed to be happily wed to Cregan Stark, before the eyes of the gods, blessed by the hand of her mother. Yet there she stood, as the septon spoke their vows, her hands intertwined with those of the one her heart longed for but her mind despised.

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, till the end of my days” Aegon’s words were slurred as a meager stench of wine lingered from his breath yet his eyes shone with twinkles of hope and desire.

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his, and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days”

The king’s calloused fingers felt rough against the skin of her cheek as he brought her face closer “My queen…you belong to me, only me” he snorted, crashing his chapped lips onto her plush ones as the hall erupted with cheers.

-

The feast was a brief affair, Aegon kept draining goblet after goblet while his left hand was clenched around Y/N’s wrist, violet eyes occasionally peering into her face.

“Aegon, slow down” she narrowed her gaze “You’ve drunk enough”

“Enough? Enough?!” the young Targaryen laughed “Oh my sweet niece, or should I say wife? Shan’t a man celebrate his union?!” his grip tightened, tugging her towards him as he raised his goblet “May the bedding ceremony begin!”

A veil of horror enveloped Y/N’s face as strong hands were mercilessly ripping through her lavish attire while her husband’s sneer echoed through the hall.

“Okay, that’s enough” Alicent scoffed, pulling the wine out of her son’s hand “Aegon, take your bride to your chambers, now!”

-

“Drink” the king sneered, handing her a goblet of wine as they were at last alone.

“Is this funny to you?!” Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched, a glimpse of disgust flashing through her eyes “Am I just a toy to you?!”

“You’re my wife, my sweet niece” Aegon’s gaze was now locked onto her face as if making sure that she won’t disappear at any moment “You’ll do your duty…you’ll give me an heir”

All blood drained from Y/N’s face, leaving her pale as a ghost “Y-you…you already have heirs”

“No, no, I don’t, not from you” his voice cracking as he took a step forward, his breath warm on her supple skin

“I want a child from you, from my queen”

“I would never lay with you” her hands hit at his chest “I would never touch you”

“You. Are. Mine.” the king tugged at her wrists, pulling her towards him so closely, that she could feel his wine odorous breath “You shall do as I say!”

“Aegon…no, don’t” her hands grabbed at his face in search of mercy in his eyes “I won’t do this”

“You are my wife now!!” Aegon grunted, pushing her onto the bed “You think I wanted this?!” he looked with disgust at his crown, tossing it at the wall “You think I wanted to be king?! I did this for you, I did all of this because I wanted you”

-

Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt restrained underneath his body, his wet mouth, hungrily kissing her neck while his hands were tugging at her skirts.

“You promised, and you left me! You. Left. Me.” His grip tightened “You won’t ever leave me again! Promise me! Never!”

As he eventually eased into her, he’d occasionally look up to take a quick glance at her pained face and for a brief moment there it was as if she could catch a glimpse of that Aegon she had once fallen in love with.

She had of course once, years ago, secretly dreamt of giving her maidenhead to Aegon, to her Aegon, but now this man, this man on top of her, that wasn’t him, it was as if a cruel beast had taken over his body and soul yet at one point her arms were instinctively wrapped around him, pulling his frame flush against her chest as she was quietly sobbing into his neck, sobs of pain and sweet pleasure.

-

The room grew quiet in the midst of the harsh night as they laid underneath the cold silk sheets, something that they would often do as children, alas now it was all different. No sweet chatter, no warm embraces, facing away from each other, the only audible sounds being some shallow breaths and whimpers.

Until Aegon’s voice, barely a whisper, tore through the silence;

“Do you hate me?”

[wolfytae-exe]

alr cici listen its nothing nsfw but i heard u like dark content n i just had to share this silly little thought with you lol

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe1KnknY/

when i heard this remix i INSTANTLY thought abt one scenario -> it’s the middle of the war n prince!beomgyu finds out that his s/o (reader) was a spy the whole time..like just imagine a scene where they stand face to face, his sword inches from her face + both of them breathing heavily, the look of betrayal on his face cuz the love of his life did sum like that..

idk its silly

AURA OH GOD- brb time to write a drabble-

Love knows no bounds (a) (d)

Warning: Blood, Betrayal, Descriptive Death,

In the fight for his palace, Beomgyu, the only prince in line for the throne, lies bleeding in the grass, caught off guard while cutting through his enemies with his traditional blade, forged by bits of blade from his ancestors and various rare metals to signify his importance. The nasty gash across his chest up to his lip, eye, and brow bone, bleed excessively.

Tears well in his eyes not for the pain of the wounds that stained his body but for his home, his family, village, palace, and most importantly, his lover. You pleaded with him not to leave for battle, warned him of his death you swore a teller informed you about. If only he had listened, he would be able to hold you, his dear wife, with child and anxiously waiting for his arrival.

“Please.. Spare me..” Beomgyu shuddered to the knight adorned in full black, features covered, however, this being stayed quiet, looking down on the prince as low as dirt before dropping their sword. “I have-“ The prince started before coughing harshly, blood bubbling up his throat. “I have a wife. She’s with child, please spare me, allow my family to not live a life with one parent.” Beomgyu begged.

Tears fell as the knight crouched down to his level. Hand reaching for the prince's specially forged sword. “I know.” Said the knight, voice echoing within the helmet, yet still distinct. Beomgyu found it familiar and confusing, a female's voice. The prince went to question it before the knight ripped the helmet off.

No..

No!

He refuses to believe this betrayal. “Y-You..” You look him in the eye, his disbelief and horror paints a terrifying smile on your face. “I know, dear. I’ll be waiting for the news of your death.” You whisper as you raise his sword from the nasty ground. “You will die an honorable man, my king.” You continue while Beomgyu hyperventilates, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his bloody cheek. “How..” Is all he can get out, stunned, heartbroken, betrayed.

“I am not with child, my king. This was my assigned mission, I apologize.” You sigh and pull back, grabbing your helmet and putting it back on. “I loved you..” Beomgyu sobs, the heartbreak finally setting in. “You betrayed me.. You betrayed our palace.” Beomgyu’s hand reaches for you, as if to take you with him to the afterlife. “I love you, Beomgyu, I’ve always loved you, but it is not my choice how this goes.” You frown, you tried to warn him, you tried so hard to keep him away from battle and prevent this, but unfortunately, your king was too headstrong to listen.

“I’m sorry, my king.” You finish before pushing the specially forged blade through your husband's chest, the feeling of his heart piercing doesn’t miss you, and only hurts you more. “I love you.” You said as his eyes went blank, staring you in the face, looking for your eyes behind the helmet. The disgust, sadness, betrayal, and love lasted in his eyes even after the let go of the sword that stuck out his chest. You truly do love him, it was not supposed to end up this way, you were not allowed to love him, but love knows no bounds.

[dilucsfav]

saw ur masturbation headcanons and was sad as hell that there wasnt itto included :c pls write for itto too!

OH NO OH NO IM SORRY ITTO MY LOVE

ofc i'll do itto!! i havent done general hcs w itto, so that'll be what this kinda is!! except the nsfw will be your request bc we can forget about our grand arataki itto <3

Itto hcs and scenarios!!

warning(s): nsfw!!

favorite places to kiss you are your wrists, ears, thighs, and omg your back idk he would absolutely kiss your shoulders down your spine and AHDJKkjasjfkaw

^^ after youve had a long day or just need to relax in general, he'd totally totally give you a massage and trace his kisses all over your back in doing so

^^^^ ORRR OR when you two are taking a bubble bath together, youre laying in between his legs and leaning against him, his fingers tracing your back and running the bubble suds down your body... god god and he just will occasionally kiss spots on your back and UGDGSHd

he is so perfect. protect baby at all costs <3

HE'D PAINT UR NAILS AND YOU'D PAINT HIS

this ones random but but when he cooks for you he would totally wear the dumbass "kiss the cook" apron EXCEPT it would say "kiss the oni" and he'd make you kiss him LDAMSKDK

when you hang out with him and his arataki gang, yall would just all do dumb shit together and god it would be so so much fun i wanna hang out with the arataki gang too

^^^ FUCKKCSDSJ HE'D BE SO MEAN AND FUNNY AND TOUGH WITH YOU AND HE'D DO WRESTLING MATCHES WITH YOU AND THE GANG WOULD CHEER YOU ON he'd feel so betrayed by his friends cuz they want him to lose sobs

i can imagine him constantly taking you to inazuma in late nights to take you on ramen dates. ahh itto baby❤️❤️

HE SNORES SO DAMN LOUD LMAO he could wake up a whole damn castle with his loud ass snoring

this is so random but he'd totally play dress-up and run around with the kids in inazuma for their and your entertainment (thats canon bc i said so)

with aratki duties comes not-so fun times,,, when he gets hurt, youre usually the one to tend to his wounds

^^ CAN U IMAGINE THIS MEAL OF A MAN GAZING AT YOU LOVINGLY AS YOU STICH UP HIS WOUNDS?? A SIDE SMIRK CUZ HE THINKS YOURE BEAUTIFUL AND APPRECIATES YOUR GENTLENESS WITH HIM, WHILST YOURE CHIDING HIM AND TELLING HIM TO BE MORE CAREFUL

"You're dazzling, (Y/N). Did you know that, lovely?"

this is kinda gross,, but you'd always find nasty shit in his hair (bugs, dirt, etc) 😭

^^ then you proceed to yell at him for being gross and helping clean him up constantly

he adores you so much oh my god

i feel like itto would yell at you a lot, but like playfully yk? he knows when and when not to raise his voice jokingly depending on the situation

he'd constantly bring you brownies ?? LMAO LIKE ODDLY SPECIFIC DESSERT, I COULD JUST SEE HIM BRINGING YOU EITHER BROWNIES (fudge brownies only, they are superior) OR RAW COOKIE DOUGH😭

nsfw:

i always see people saying like "oh kazuha could break the bed" or "oh childe would totally break the bed" and i kindly disagree,,,, CUZ ITTO?? TOTALLY WOULD???

one of the fucking bed legs on the frame would just snap and homeboy would just stop and laugh about it with you (and then do absolutely nothing about it and continue)

as i said in the ceo itto hcs, there's a good balance of rough sex, gentle, etc etc

its never fucking vanilla sex though...

^^kinky, hot, sweaty...... good god im going straight to hell for writing this

he'd throw your legs on his shoulders and would just go absolutely mad on your-

sorry. god hes so hes so so so

SUCH A WHINER WTF

when he masturbates and thinks of you stop stop he’d be so rough on himself and would just wish you were there to help him

HES SO DAMN LOUD- gorou could probably hear him masturbating from a fucking mile away😭 AND HES PROBABLY YELLING UR NAME TOO SO GOROU WOULD JUST FREAK OUT AND GET SUPER UNCOMFORTABLE LMFAO

hes ABSOLUTELY into face sitting. he loves it so much, he could let you sit on his face for hours if you wanted tbh (me next pls)

this is random, but i think in a way he'd kinda be into roleplaying?? but like within that when he's more dominant he'd wanna see you with a blindfold on.

^^ i think he just finds pleasure in your expression, knowing that youre not sure what hes gonna do next? and you'd find thrill in the unknown cuz itto is so random so you wouldnt know what to prepare yourself for? you know what i mean? hes so baby girl

"Oh? You like it when I run my fingers right there, hm? Tell me."

oh my god when you two are in the moment he'd have one hand gripping your hip, and the other would be in your hair jerking it everytime he goes in,,, FJIAHFJKASBFUKASHFIK

sorry.

hes so kinky help- i couldnt say like his FAVORITE thing but i think ONE of his favorite things to do to you would be choking

yall yall hes such a heavy breather and grunter its so hot

i think afterwards hes such a big baby. loves sleeping with his face nuzzled in your chest, ear against your chest to feel your heartbeats bc it relaxes him so much

ITTO<333333

[pparadiselost]

by the heart.

miya atsumu x fem reader atsumu's courage is commendable, even if a little misplaced. warning(s): nsfw, slight femdom, titjob minors do not interact.

“yer tits are so fucking hot…,” atsumu whines, the usual bravado of the cocky setter disappearing quickly as you kneel before your boyfriend. it’s no foreign scene to you: glancing up at his flushed face in between his legs, with atsumu perched on the side of his bed and staring down at your naked body as if you were crafted painstakingly by god’s loving hands.

if such a god even existed to begin with. 

you keep your face neutral, doing your best to maintain a straight expression as you let his eyes roam all over you. atsumu loves letting his eyes and hands wander, and he never fails to be attached to you in some way if he can help with. most of the time it’s just him being a clingy boyfriend without any other intentions attached, but on the off chance that it isn’t, all you could say was that you had gotten very familiar with the feeling of his hands pawing at your breasts and his cock sliding wildly in and out of you.

and atsumu always ate up any love you were willing to throw his way, eagerly lapping up your time and affection as if he were a kitten drinking up a bowl of milk. but for whatever reason, he had been extra clingy today, practically draping himself all over you and trying to cop a feel at your body whenever the opportunity presented itself.

“i wanna fuck yer tits-,” his rough voice jerks you back to reality. his hard cock hovers just inches from your face, standing proud and tall and yet still craving your attention. “bet yer boobs would feel so good around me… fuck- i’ve always wanted a boobjob from ya…”

“-and where’d that idea come from?” you eye him warily. “lemme guess, some stupid porn vid from twitter?”

you could already envision the scene in your mind. atsumu and his dumb, insatiable cock, beating himself off to a video of a hot girl wrapping her breasts around someone’s hardened length. he’d touch himself the way he liked best, his mouth parting and letting out his usual loud moans, imagining that it was you touching him. atsumu has such horrendous habits that you have yet to fully banish, but he justifies it by saying that being this infatuated with you only exacerbates his vices.

“does it matter? ‘m horny- c’mon, can’t ya do this for me? wanna touch you- want you to touch me…” he grips his dick, giving it a few lazy strokes. he can’t tear his eyes from your chest even once, and he greedily lets his gaze trail over the plush flesh of your breasts. 

he can’t help but be a little bit of a shallow pervert around you. your body’s so ridiculously stunning; how could anyone blame him for wanting to get his hands all over you? your tits are so soft and sweet, and he loves groping at your mounds with his big hands or even sucking on your sensitive nipples. you always act like you’re above getting horny, like you can’t stand the thought of letting your boyfriend do something so depraved to you, but your shy face and pleasured moans betray your true thoughts. 

you frown, but you still inch closer to him. “just once. only once, okay? i can’t keep letting you get away with shit like this, miya. that dirty mind of yours is no good at all.”

“my mind’s only dirty ‘cuz of you. ‘t’s not my fault yer too hot for yer own good.” he swallows thickly. you arch your back slightly, and you press your arms to your sides, letting the plump curves of your breasts perk up as your arms hoist them somewhat upwards. atsumu’s cock throbs painfully in his hands at seeing you offering up your tits to him like that. you look like you want to put a bullet through his head, and fuck- atsumu thinks that’s the hottest thing in the world. 

he taps his cock against one of your tits, letting his heavy tip slap against your nipple. you bite back a small whimper when you can feel the contact. a jolt of electricity rips through your body, trickling like liquid fire down your insides and settling with a simmering aftermath in your core. atsumu looks utterly entranced as he continues to rub his tip against your nipple, and you suck in a harsh inhale. 

your nipple starts to harden and pebble under his teasing, and with each curious prod from him, you shudder and squirm. it’s tantalizing, too humiliating for you to say that it feels good, but enough to let him continue having his way. sticky pre-cum spreads all over your areola and your skin, and atsumu moves his attention towards your other tit. he does the same, panting like a goddamn dog as he prods and pokes your nipples. your body is quick to respond to him, and you feel the way your inner walls twist and pull, the clockwork like signs of arousal flaring up in your cunt.

“here-,” the blond releases his cock, letting it stand as it is in front of you, “-i wanna see ya wrap your boobs around me.”

“you’re a good-for-nothing pervert,” you spit disdainfully. you move your hands up your stomach and towards your chest, and instead of giving him what he wants, you let your fingers wrap around your nipples. you massage your breasts for a little bit, imagining that it’s your said good-for-nothing boyfriend’s hands groping you instead of your own. you roll your hardened buds over your fingertips, letting out tiny gasps as you can feel the pleasure jerk your thoughts around.

atsumu simply laughs, leaning back against the bed as he admires you touching yourself. “god, yer unbelievable… how’d i pull someone like ya? yer always actin’ like some kind of untouchable princess, but look at ya. who’d imagine some as icy as ya on yer knees and touching yerself like that?”

“shut up, miya, i’m getting to it. not everything is about you…,” you mutter. heat flares up in embarrassment behind your cheeks, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of you giving in that easily. you sit up straight on your knees and bring yourself flush to his cock, and you use your hands to guide your tits to wrap around his length. the curves of your breasts eagerly welcome him into the valley between your boobs, and you look up at atsumu with a look as if to ask him if he’s satisfied.

his eyes are blown wide open. the expression he’s giving you is downright sultry and lovestruck, and his cock spasms against your chest. “a-are ya gonna give me a boobjob now then…?”

“yeah. you’re the one that begged for it.” you cup your tits, and you drag them upwards, letting the fat of your chest catch and envelop as much of his dick as you can. atsumu lets out a high-pitched whine, his voice sounding akin to that of a wounded animal. your cunt reacts to his moans immediately, twisting painfully with need. you fondle his dick through your breasts, moving your body in rhythm to emulate the movement of him thrusting his cock against you.

“ah-! ahh-! fuck- ya feel so good already- so soft- so fucking soft…!” atsumu’s head has already lost control of any pride left in him. his mind goes blank the instant he feels your tits pressing up against his cock, rubbing up all lewdly against him. it quite literally is a scene ripped straight from a porno, and he’s sure that he’s going to jerk off to the sight of you with your breasts wrapped around his dick for weeks. shit—with how hot it is, he might even end up with a wet dream or two.

you focus on the task at hand. globs of pre-cum keep escaping from his weeping slit, and it drips down your chest. your skin feels slippery and sticky, and you try moving your breasts in a uniform motion to moving them separately, stroking atsumu in more of a circular motion. it earns you another drawn out, pathetic whimper from him. 

“do my tits feel that good?” you want to make fun of atsumu. who could ever guess that this is the same man that landed himself a position as a setter on the japanese national team? he brags constantly about how much of a wonderful setter he is and how there’s no one quite like him, and you don’t doubt him. he’s handsome and confident, and he has everything a young man his age could covet. of course his ego would be through the roof.

and yet you have him in the palm of your hand. moaning like a bitch in heat, his cock keeps jerking like mad against your chest. he looks like he’s falling apart already, losing his mind completely to the electric pleasure running rampant through his nerves. you can feel his heavy balls on the underside of your boobs, and just the thought of cumming on your tits makes atsumu nearly finish right there.

“love yer tits- love yer hot fucking tits- i’d fuck them every day if i could- ya gotta let me, ya gotta let me fuck yer tits again- i need ya, need yer sexy boobs-,” the blond babbles. his words are quickly slurring, the man getting drunk off of the stimulation on his sensitive organ. the swells of your breasts keep jiggling and pooling out of your hands as you massage and pulse your flesh around him, and it drives atsumu wild. 

you snort at him, half-chastising him in a way you know gets him shamefully off. it’s that masochistic streak in him; he loves it being put in his place just a little too much, and knowing that you’d come crawling back to him even though your words say otherwise does something fucked to his stupid volleyball brain. you shove your breasts harshly inwards before letting go, emulating the sensation of something squeezing around his length. “you’re so goddamn needy. didn’t i say i wasn’t going to do this for you again? that this was going to be a one time thing?”

“n-o, don’t say that…!” atsumu immediately protests. you move faster, your fingers thumbing over your nipples as you jerk him off. his chest heaves as he breathes in shakily. tears dot and blur his vision, and all he can think about is how much he needs you. he’s never wanted anyone so badly in his life, never known how downright torturous it was to crave someone this badly, to the point that it rendered him physically unable to do anything else. “i’ll die if ya don’t touch me! don’t say things like that to me- yer gonna kill me for real…!”

“i’m going to kill you if i withhold sex? now you’re really tempting me.” you raise an eyebrow. arousal twists violently in atsumu’s stomach at your accusatory gaze. he feels like he’s being smothered. he wants you so badly he can’t even breathe properly. all the blood in his body rushes to his cock, and any remaining logic in his brain has jumped ship. 

you’ve ruined him. your body’s ruined him. his dick only ever craves you now, and everything he does boils down to wanting you. you have every right to call him an idiot and pervert that only thinks with his dick, but whose fault is it if the reason why his dick is so responsive is because of you? he’s drooled and masturbated to your tits too many times to count, but this is the only time he’s worked up the courage to actually ask you to get him off properly with them. it feels like heaven to him, graduating from rubbing himself shamelessly all over his hand like some kind of horny freak to having you lavish this much attention onto his throbbing length.

the skin between your tits is entirely slick and slippery, and every inch of his swollen cock disappears quickly and easily in between your boobs. atsumu really wishes he had the brainpower to find suitable words to describe how fucking good it feels, but all his thoughts can hone in on are is how soft and warm you are. 

“ah- hahhhh- i want ya to fuck me to death- ‘s that okay? god, yer making me crazy…!” he moans out. his voice is like honey to your ears. he’s nothing more than an overexcitable puppy dog who deludes himself into thinking he’s so much more clever than he is, but all it takes is a few well posed words and the temptation of your body to get him to crumble like dust. “‘m yers- ‘ve only ever been yers- ya can say ya hate me and can’t stand me, but i’ll do anything to be with ya!”

“don’t make such ridiculous promises. people will misunderstand us. they’ll think we’re in a loveless relationship. that i’m simply using you. that’s not true now, is it?” you slide your boobs around the bottom of his cock, grinding down on his balls. he lurches his hips against your chest, desperately attempting to thrust shallowly into the valley of breasts, willing to do whatever it takes to further get him off. the pleasure is nothing short of addictive to him, and if atsumu doesn’t get enough of a hit, he doesn’t know how he’s going to deal with how turned on he is. 

“take everything from me, if that’s what ya want… my money, my position, everything- i just want ya. that’s all i’ve ever wanted!” his cock won’t quit leaking like a broken faucet. he’s spewing nonsense at this point, begging for you and droning on and on about how he can’t live if he’s separated from you. it’s flattering certainly, but it’s also a signal as accurate as clockwork that your boyfriend’s about cum all over himself. 

“whatever i want, huh? you’re willing to do whatever it takes to have me, ‘tsumu?” the nickname earns a particularly drawn out mewl from the blond man. he wants to be special to you so badly. 

the muted march of your heartbeat seems to match the way his pulse strains in his engorged dick. you can feel the dull rhythm through the blood and fatty tissue of your breasts, and you can hear the way your pulse roars in your own ears. you could always say something scathing back in return, to watch him squirm and fall apart like putty, but you can’t help but notice something so poetic about touching him so intimately with the place physically closest to your heart.

if atsumu knew though, he’d let it go straight to his head. he’d tease you about it endlessly once he snapped out of his horny drunkenness, intoxicated to the nines over your tits.

but you know what you want from your boyfriend. you keep rubbing your breasts against the bottom of his dick, ignoring his weeping cockhead and the rest of him. you want him at the peak of his desperation, to be the only one to wield this kind of sadistic control over him, to relish and revel in the trust he has towards you, to know that no one but you will have him like this.

“tell me you love me, atsumu.”

“i love ya-,” he really doesn’t need to be told twice, “i love ya so much!”

you pick up your breasts with your palms, and balancing them expertly, you forcefully stroke his entire length roughly from bottom to top, engulfing and drowning his cock out one final time in the fullness of your tits. atsumu lets out a strangled cry, and while still buried balls deep into your chest, he cums all over you.

you flinch, instinctively shutting your eyes as semen spurts everywhere. the curves and dips of your chest take the brunt of his climax, immediately coated and drenched all over with his scalding hot sperm. a few stray drops flick onto your face, and you wince. it burns, it burns all over your breasts and collar and face, but you stay latched onto his dick, making sure those tits he loves so badly has milked him down to every last drop before you quit fondling him through his orgasm.

atsumu, on the other hand, swears his heart stopped for a moment there. something deep and primal inside of him snapped when you forced him to tell him that he loved you, and he came all over you before he could even say anything. it feels so dirty but so fucking worth it, to drown your tits in his pearly white cum. his vision is foggy and unfocused, but he can make out the hazy sight of his cum dripping down your chest. the rivulets semen snake down your breasts, dripping over your erect nipples and covering so much of your tits.

it’s a sight for him to take to the grave. 

you wipe futilely at the cum covering you with your hands, trying to get the burning sensation to stop, grimacing at the slight pain that covers your entire rib cage. you know it’s a losing battle, especially when atsumu whimpers in protest, wanting to see your cum-covered body just a little bit longer before you’d get rid of any evidence that any of this even happened to begin with.

“happy now? i gave you the boobjob you wanted. was it as good as you imagined?” there’s really no need to ask him that, especially when his answer is already this predictable. the man nods, not fully sober from his high, and when he leans down to give you a shaky kiss to the crown of your head, you can only laugh and lay your head against his inner thigh.

“i could marry ya right now,” he whispers, out of breath. 

you scowl, making a face as if you’d eaten something sour. “don’t you dare. i want a more romantic proposal from you.”

“yeah-,” atsumu manages to wheeze out. “whatever you want. i’ll propose with the biggest fucking diamond found if that’s what ya asked for.”

“okay, maybe not anything that ridiculous.” you crane your neck to press a kiss to his thigh. you pause, lost in thought momentarily before you steal a glimpse up at your boyfriend. “y’know… if you really want a boobjob from me again, i wouldn’t mind giving you one every now and then.”

atsumu instantly revs to life, straightening his back and staring down at you with a sparkle in his eyes that would rival the aforementioned diamond he thought about proposing to you with. “r-really? then, i want one every night-”

“-i said every now and then. slow down, miya.”

he pretends to pout and puff his cheeks out, and it nets him a defeated giggle from you. you continue to pepper kisses along his thighs, ghosting closer and closer to his crotch, his pubes tickling the tip of your nose. he holds his breath when he can feel you nearing his half-hard cock, knowing perfectly well that this is your way of riling him up.

“then… if i’m allowed to try my luck a little,” he swallows back the lump in his throat. he thinks back to how you forced him to confess his feelings to get him to cum. god, it would be so tempting to ask you for a blowjob right now, to get you to wrap your pretty lips around his thick cock and fuck your mouth senseless, but that would be letting you off the hook too easy.

no, atsumu wants something he can carve into stone too. he licks his lips. “could i ask for something else then?”

you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes playing the perfect support part for your main casting as the coquettish seductress ruining his life. “and what were you thinking?”

“can ya tell me ya love me too?”

you almost laugh at how innocent of a request it is, and you sigh dreamily. you get up from where you were sitting on the ground, and you climb up on the bed and on top of atsumu. you press your body down against him, and you slide your cum-stained tits right onto his broad chest. his breath hitches in the back of his throat as you close the distance between his face and yours, and you kiss the corner of his lips sweetly.

“i love you. i love you too, atsumu. don’t you dare forget it, okay?” you breathe, your voice nothing more than a feather-light sound. “you’re mine, all mine for me to love. you belong to no one other than me.”

he swallows again, and the lovestricken haze in his eyes this time comes from something other than being turned on. it’s a mark of how truly far he’s fallen, and it makes you happy to a degree that you can’t even start to articulate. you can feel his heartbeat match yours from the skin-to-skin contact, your two bodies melding into one connected amalgamation of obsession, lust, and love. 

“all yers.” his arms wrap around your waist, and he kisses you back. “only ever yers.”

KINKTOBER 2023—le deuxième jour.