#desperately need a man to mark me up rn

[nightmarettd]

Aghhh im such a sucker for rafe x Pogue reader and hickeys

rafe x pogue!reader where you’re his little secret, something he always runs back to when he wants someone to actually bite back at him instead of cower. he loves it. but what he loves even more is marking you. leaving teeth shaped bruises on your neck for all to see. a way to let everyone know you’re taken, you’re his, secret or not.

a/n: laureeeennnn!!!! omg I wrote this so quickly, damn (probably because of how horny our dms are these days. really pushed me on, was a good cheerleader)

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The hangers in your closet almost flew out from how desperately you combed through them. If only Rafe hadn’t stayed over last night, and distracted you this morning, then you wouldn’t have been late. 

“How about the blue one?” Rafe suggested slyly, still lounging on your bed and gesturing for you to go back a few options. 

Shrugging, you yanked the pastel halter neck dress out and tugged it over your head. As you shimmied it down over your frame, your feet shifted you closer to the long mirror in the corner of the room, though the sight that met your eyes caused them to grow. 

“What the fuck, Rafe!” a sharp shriek escaped your lungs as you noticed the plethora of lavender hickeys that decorated your boobs and conveniently happened to be perfectly displayed in the low scoop of the dress. 

Your fingers then shot up to the slope where your neck melted into your shoulder, and you had to take a few steps closer to the reflection in order to confirm that there was in fact a mark from where Rafe had nipped you this morning. It had been when your third orgasm had washed over you, and your cunt had apparently clenched down around his girth tightly that he sank his teeth into your shoulder, or at least that’s the excuse he groaned to your blissed-out form. 

“If I’m such a dirty little secret, then why would you do something like this?” you glared back at him, “I can’t wear this. Don’t you think people will get suspicious if I show up looking like I’ve just come from a BDSM shoot or something?” 

“Well,” he pushed himself up off your bed and crossed the room to near you, “maybe I don’t care anymore,” he came up behind you and enveloped his arms around your frame, twisting you back to look at your silhouettes in the mirror, “maybe I like people knowing that they can’t have you,” he then dipped his head down and teasingly nipped over the tender ghost of his previous bite, “that all you’re mine…”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[darlingdaisyfarm]

hi!! just wanna say you are my fav gravity falls author and im so obsessed with your fics for stan 🙏🙏 could i please have a stan x fem!reader smut where stan just REALLY likes tits. like a LOT. you have full creative freedom to go wherever you want with this idea i just wholeheartedly believe stan is a tit man <3 thank u and plz never delete this account youre the coolest 💞

Stan Pines is obsessed with you and your breasts ♡ (headcanons + blurb)

author note: hii, angel!! thank you sm for this sweet message, i'm literally melting and giggling and smiling rn!!! i can't even tell you how much this made my day, you're so kind and your words honestly mean the world to me 🤍 

i had so much fun with this idea, so here’s something for you bc ur wish is my command! i hope it’s what u expected. and thank you for supporting me! ♡

I need this grumpy old man so bad, guys send me more asks bout him also comments and/or reblogs are always appreciated, kisses u💋

nsfw, fem reader

♡ Stan is absolutely shamelessly obsessed with tits. your tits, specifically. big, small, somewhere in between, it doesn’t matter! he’s a hungry fucking man. he fucking loves breasts. worships them. adores them. can’t keep his damn eyes (or hands, or mouth) off them. “you’re gonna kill me with these things, doll, fuckin’ hell, look at ‘em.”

♡ the first time you caught him staring, you were a little shy about it, but he didn’t even try to deny it. “what? they’re right there! whaddya want me to do, not look? it’s like puttin’ a steak in front of a starving man and tellin’ him not to eat!” and you made the mistake of saying, “you could touch them if you wanted to.”

♡ because now his hands are always on you. always. you’re trying to cook? his big hands are sliding up your shirt, squeezing, kneading, thumbs brushing over your nipples, he’s testing just how fast he can make that little gasp slip from your lips. and god, all of that is being done with that smug grin on his face. “what? i’m helpin’.” sure, Stan. sure

♡ I wanna develop idea about cooking more, so: as i said, Stan can’t keep his hands off you when you’re cooking. for him it’s just an excuse to get his hands on your body. expect him to come up behind you, press his broad chest into your back, let his hands rest in your waist as his lips ghost over your neck, muttering “damn, you look so pretty, baby, you sure you don’t wanna skip dinner and come straight to bed?” when he’s rubbing his growing bulge against you while you’re stirring the pot, literally humping you in the middle of the kitchen. It’s hard not to laugh at how desperate he is

♡ the type of man who’ll insist he’s innocent even when he’s shamelessly and obviously staring. you could be fully dressed, wearing the baggiest clothes known to man and this filthy old bastard is still eye-fucking you. “what? can’t help it, doll, you’re beautiful.” no shame. zero!

♡ of course Stan loves to bury his face in your chest. it’s his happy place there. his hands sliding up your sides as he presses his face between your breasts, groaning, “fuckin’ heaven, toots. yer like a damn pillow, but better, so soft, so warm.” while you let your fingers run through his hair. It’s more about being intimate and soft though

♡ “goddamn, look at these beauties. best fuckin’ view in the world, ain’t it?”

♡ he’s a sucker for leaving marks on your breasts. bite marks, hickeys, little bruises from his teeth and fingers

♡ uhh. . . hear me out, him stuffing dollar bills into your bra as a joke (or no). “figure they’re safer here than my wallet anyway.”

♡ Stan loves when you wear anything that lets him see your nipples, especially when they’re hard (from cold or because you’re horny?), he goes crazy when thin shirt or a dress hugs your body. “goddamn, sweetie, could stare at those for hours.”

♡ his guilty pleasure is watching you put lotion on after a shower. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, smoothing the cream over your arms, shoulders and chest and that old man is drooling

♡ Stan is so domestic, he loves the way you look in the morning, your breasts barely covered by his tank top that you stole. you stretch, yawning, your nipples peeking through the thin fabric and he’s already pulling you back into bed. “don’t care what we had planned today, baby. yer stayin’ right here with me.”

♡ Stanley gets so distracted when you’re undressing in front of him. doesn’t matter if it’s casual or if you’re trying to tease him, once your top comes off, his eyes are immediately glued to you while his cock already twitching to life in his pants. “jesus christ, woman, yer tryin’ to kill me. c’mere and let me get my hands on ya.”

♡ and when he finally gets you laid out on the bed, his hands worshiping every inch of you, oh, he takes his sweet time. dragging his thumbs over the stiff peaks of your nubs, leaning down to wrap his lips around one, sucking gently before giving it a teasing bite. he’s grinning against your skin when you gasp his name, one hand slipping down to spread your thighs apart while he gets comfortable between them. “love when you make these sounds. what’d i do to deserve this, huh?”

♡ oh, his tongue too. it’s wet and warm, circling slow before he flicks the nub just to watch your back arch. his free hand squeezes your other breast, pinching and tugging lightly on the nipple. he groans from how heavenly you taste. “softest damn tits I’ve ever had my hands on. christ, baby, I love you so much.”

♡ if you let him, he’ll press his cock between your breasts, his hands squishing them together as he ruts into the softness, groaning like a goddamn mess. “fuck, baby— mhmm, your so fuckin’ soft, look at this, huh? takin’ me so good, atta girl.”

♡ more thoughts about breasts fuck. i personally think Stan would love it? because there’s something about the sight of his heavy cock sliding between your breasts, the way you press them together for him, making a perfect, soft little channel for him to fuck into like a needy old man he is. he gasps, praises you, worships you whole as he watches himself disappear between them, his tip slick and glistening with precum every time it peaks out

♡ “fuck, doll, keep squeezin’ ’em like that. jesus, yer gonna make me cum just from lookin’ at ya.” and he does, oh, he does. he spills his seed all over your chest. and when he’s finished, Stan isn’t shy about making a mess, watching his cum drip down your breasts

♡ when he’s drunk, Stan gets even more handsy than usual

♡ you get him worked up sometimes by accident. like, when you’re reaching for something high up on a shelf and your shirt rides up, giving him the perfect view of your waist, those soft curves that drive him absolutely crazy. Stan will mumble something like “god, babe—gimme a second, I gotta go fix somethin’ in the back room. . . you know how it is with my old bones.” but it’s all a damn lie because he just needs to take a breather after staring at your body for the last five minutes

♡ Stan absolutely loves when you’re riding him, leaning over with your tits pressed into his face. he doesn’t care if it’s just for a few seconds or longer, he wants to feel them on his lips. he’ll lift his head slightly to suck on your cute nipples or trail hot kisses down your cleavage, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes his hips up to meet you. “sh-shit, baby, lemme just. . .”

♡ you lean over the counter while talking to him, doesn’t matter if you’re talking about what’s for dinner or how the vending machine ate your dollar, his eyes are locked on your chest only, already undressing you in his mind. he’ll mutter something gruff like, “yeah, uh-huh”

♡ loves to make you squirm. Stan’s a teasing bastard and he knows exactly what he’s doing when he brushes his thumb over your sensitive nipple slowly, watching it pebble under his touch. “sensitive today, huh? what’s the matter, sweetheart? thought ya liked it when i played with these pretty little nubs of yours.” and then he pinches, just to hear you gasp and watch you press your thighs together 

♡ i swear, Stan will make excuses to get you on his lap, just so he can slide his hands under your clothes and play with you while you sit there all flustered, giggling silly. “ain’t no law against touchin’ my girl, is there? c’mon, lemme have my fun, been thinkin’ about these all damn day.”

♡ as I mentioned, he’s a sucker for when you’re on top, bouncing on his cock while his big hands squeeze your waist, holding you so tenderly in his arms despite how hard and rough he bucks his hips into you, his mouth is latched onto your nipples. the way your breasts move drives him insane

♡ during lazy, slow sex, Stan loves lying on his side with you pressed against him, one hand massaging your breast as he thrusts into you slowly from behind. his lips are at your ear, whispering filthy things about how soft and warm you feel

♡ but when it’s rough, he’s gripping your breasts so hard you’ll have finger-shaped bruises the next day, pinching your nipples just to watch you arch your back and tremble under him, “you like that, huh? that’s right, my good fucking girl,” and every word he says he punctuates with a thrust. “can’t get enough of me touchin’ you, can ya?”

♡ reminder: Stan doesn’t just love your breasts because they’re sexy, though, yeah, they are. he loves them because they’re yours. soft, warm, comforting, just like you. and if he can bury his face in them and forget about the rest of the world for a little while? that’s just the cherry on top! a nice bonus!

♡ bonus: little blurb 

sight of you in his suit jacket, oh god. that thing swallows you whole but it’s too big for you so it hangs off your shoulders, exposing your skin, letting him see your thighs as well. Stan’s jacket, smelling like cigars, is over you in a way that makes his throat go dry. and underneath that beautiful little bra you knew would make his head spin, it’s lace and soft cups hugging you in ways he wished his hands were right now. your cleavage drawing his attention like a magnet. no, it’s too goddamn much for Stan to handle

he’s slouched on the armchair, legs spread wide, trying to keep himself from losing control. his eyes latch onto the soft lace of your bra, the way it cups your tits just beautiful enough to tease him. he looks so needy already and you’ve barely touched him

“Jesus christ, doll.” sounds like he’s choking on his own breath. “yer doin’ this on purpose, parading around in my jacket, showin’ off these tits like some goddamn pin-up doll, huh.” his lips curl into a smirk

perfect, just exact reaction you waited. you bite your lip, stepping closer, swaying your hips for him. you play it coy, of course. shifting the jacket like it’s just slipping off, letting one strap of your bra peek out more. “what? this old thing?” you smile like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing

and then he’s got his hands on you in an instant, dragging you into his lap because he can’t stand another second of his pretty girl being out of reach. his palms feels rough as they grip your hips, tugging you down until your thighs straddle his.

“you tryin’ to kill me, toots? walkin’ around like that, wearin’ my jacket.”  

your knees settle on either side of him, and his hands waste no time sliding up your thighs, over your hips, and straight to your waist, holding you close to him because this man is always starved for physical contact. his thumbs dip under the edge of the jacket, brushing the bare skin just above your bra

“Staaanley,” you breathe, your lips hovering just above his. your hands tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

“No, no, no, don’t you ‘stan’ me, pretty,” he mutters, and one of his hands slips behind your back to unclasp your bra with a flick of his fingers, the other cupping your breast like he’s been dying to touch you all day. “you don’t get to tease me like that, wearin’ this fuckin’ outfit, and then say my name like some innocent little thing. you know exactly what you’re doin’, don’tcha?”

his thumb brushes over your nipple and then his lips follow, placing wet and hot kisses along your breast, sucking gently before biting down to make you gasp.  

“That’s it,” he groans against your skin. “wanna hear all those pretty little sounds you make, baby. fuck, you’ve got me harder than a goddamn rock.”  

he’s saying true because you feel the evidence of that pressing against your core, even through your panties. his free hand slides between your thighs, fingers pressing against the damp fabric and you whimper when he rubs slow circles over your needy clit.  

Stan grins as he pushes the lace aside. “you’re fuckin’ soaked. all this from me touchin’ your tits? jesus, doll, yer even dirtier than i thought.”

his fingers tease your wet entrance, rubbing over your folds before dipping inside, and your head falls against his shoulder, moaning as he pumps them slow and deep.  

“C’mon, baby,” Stanley brushes his lips over your ear as he fucks you with his fingers, his other hand still kneading your breast. “tell me who you belong to. say my name, and i’ll give you everything you want. everything. I’ll fuck you so good.”

you moan his name, digging your nails into his shoulders 

“Yes, that’s it,” his hand moves faster. “gonna make you scream for me, sweetheart. make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

[mingi-s-dimples]

Primal Instinct - San

KINKTOBER DAY 11, REQ. BY @arki-sha

~"Hi Bia!!! I have a Werewolf San brainrot rn because I rewatched his Warriors dance cover so I'll request a Werewolf San x Human Reader.. So, San is in a rut but he doesn't want to spend it with the reader so he was deliberately avoiding her. And when the reader decided to go to San's apartment to confront him, she found out that San was in a rut and that's were the shit happens. As for the kinks, go wild with it girl. But I would like to have some size kink as well as man handling with it. Thank youuu!!!!"

pairing: werewolf!san x human fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: when you decide to confront San after days of him avoiding you, unknowingly step into the lair of a werewolf in rut, you ignite a night of uncontrollable desire and primal intensity.

wc: 3.7k

warnings: werewolf!san, san is in a rut, san is damn desperate and needy, biting, marking, predator/prey kinda feeling, making out, kissing, lots of cum, two rounds, wall sex, dinner table sex, neck holding, breast fondling, manhandling, big dick!san (obvi), some mentions of slightly bleeding marks because of his biting? ex reader's lip bleeding. unprotected (boooo wrap up irl!), completely consensual, unedited, might edit later, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: THIS IS TASTYYYY I LOVE ME SOME NEEDY DESPERATE SAN OMFG. He's so rough but needy and wjiebicjwicjshx I'm going insane. My love, I took EXTRA care of this fic and I hope it's up to your expectations ! Personally I lvoed writing it and I feel like I improved a lost since I first started writing here.. ☹️❤️ I love you and tysm for being one of my loyal followers until nowww 🫂💗

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The chill of autumn had started to settle in, and with it, a strange tension that had been growing in the air. You could feel it creeping into the small space you and San shared, an undercurrent that had begun subtly but now lingered like a heavy fog. The house was quieter than usual, too quiet, and it had been that way for days. You’d grown accustomed to San’s presence, his warmth and affection filling the room with a sense of home. But lately, he’d been avoiding you, pulling away in ways that left you confused and worried.

San had always been open with you, even about the most complex aspects of his life as a werewolf. You had long since come to terms with it—his otherworldly strength, his heightened senses, the way his eyes sometimes glowed in the moonlight with a predatory gleam. These were parts of him you accepted, parts you even loved. Your relationship had always been built on trust and understanding, and San had always taken extra care to make sure you felt safe, no matter what side of him you were dealing with.

But now, for the past few days, something had changed. He had started to distance himself, keeping to his room and avoiding any close contact. At first, you thought maybe he was just going through something personal, something he needed time to work through on his own. But as the days dragged on, the silence between you two became unbearable.

It wasn’t like him. San was affectionate, constantly pulling you close, holding your hand, pressing soft kisses to your forehead in moments when words weren't needed. The absence of his touch had left a cold emptiness in its wake. You missed the way he’d look at you, his gaze filled with warmth and a deep, protective love. Now, he barely looked at you at all.

The curiosity gnawed at you, mingled with concern. What could be so bad that he had to lock himself away from you? What was he hiding?

Today, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had knocked on his door earlier, only for San to mutter something about being busy. But that excuse wasn’t going to work again. You stood outside his door now, hesitating for only a second before deciding that you needed answers. You loved San too much to let this strange distance go on any longer. If something was wrong, you deserved to know what it was.

Your hand hovered over the doorknob before you pushed it open, the soft creak of the wood breaking the silence in the hallway. The room was dim, the curtains drawn tight to keep the outside world at bay. San was sitting at the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, his body rigid with tension. His sharp features were drawn tight, and even from where you stood, you could sense the storm brewing inside him.

“San?” you called softly, stepping into the room.

His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and for a brief moment, a flicker of something wild passed through his eyes before he quickly looked away, running a hand through his messy hair. “You shouldn’t be in here,” he said, his voice rougher than usual, strained.

You frowned, your concern deepening. “What’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me for days. I just want to know what’s wrong. Did I do something?”

San’s hands clenched into fists on his knees, the muscles in his arms tensing. “It’s not you,” he muttered, his voice so low it was almost a growl. “It’s me. You need to leave, *now*.”

His words stung, but more than that, they confused you. This wasn’t like him at all. You took a tentative step closer, refusing to back down. “I’m not going anywhere, San. Please, talk to me. Whatever this is, we can figure it out together.”

He stood up abruptly, turning away from you and facing the wall. His shoulders were broad, his back muscles taut under his shirt, as if he were holding himself together by sheer force of will. “You don’t understand,” he ground out. “I’m not safe to be around right now. I’m in a rut, Y/N. The first real one I’ve had in years.”

Your eyes widened in understanding as his words sank in. You had heard about werewolf ruts before, but this was the first time you were facing it with San. A rut was intense, primal, a period when his instincts were heightened to the point of losing control. San had always been careful about managing his shifts and moods around you, but this… this was something new, something that terrified him more than anything else.

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” you asked softly, stepping closer to him despite the warning in his voice.

He nodded, still facing away from you. “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t trust myself right now.”

You could hear the pain in his voice, the guilt. He was trying to protect you from himself, but in doing so, he was shutting you out. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to face this alone.

Tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his back. He flinched at the touch, but he didn’t move away. Encouraged by the fact that he hadn’t pushed you aside, you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

“I trust you,” you whispered against his back. “I know you won’t hurt me, San.”

His body trembled slightly under your touch, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle with himself, as if battling between the need to protect you and the overwhelming desire that was consuming him. Slowly, he turned around in your arms, his dark, intense eyes locking with yours. “I’m not sure if I can control myself,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

You reached up, cupping his face gently in your hands. His skin was warm, almost burning under your touch. “I trust you,” you repeated softly, looking into his eyes. “I’m not afraid of you.”

San let out a shaky breath, his hands coming up to grip your arms, as if grounding himself in your presence. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath was hot and uneven against your lips, and you could feel the restraint in every muscle of his body.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a desperate whisper.

Before you could say anything more, his lips were on yours, the kiss deep and intense, as if he were pouring all of his pent-up emotions into it. It was raw, needy, but there was still tenderness in the way his hands cradled your face, as if even now, he was holding back for your sake.

You kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. The tension between you melted away as the kiss deepened, your bodies pressing together in a way that felt both familiar and new. His hands moved down to your waist, pulling you flush against him, but even in the heat of the moment, you could feel him trying to be gentle, trying to keep himself in check.

The kiss lingered, slow and passionate, until finally, San pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours again. His breathing was heavy, his eyes dark with unspoken emotions, but the storm inside him seemed to have calmed, at least for now.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice soft but full of gratitude.

You smiled softly, your fingers brushing through his hair. “I told you. I’m not afraid of you.”

San’s breath was ragged, his forehead still pressed to your shoulder as he fought to control the storm raging inside him. You felt his hands tremble against your waist, his claws teasing the edge of his control but never quite emerging. His body was all heat and tension, his breath coming faster now, more uneven.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he let his hands drift down your sides, fingers brushing along the fabric of your clothes. He gripped the hem of your shirt, his touch delicate, as if the very act of undressing you would shatter whatever fragile restraint he had left. His fingers dug into the fabric for a moment, and you felt the tension in him snap for just a second. He exhaled sharply, as if trying to talk himself out of it.

“I... I can’t,” San muttered, though his actions betrayed his words. His voice was low, raw, filled with a desperation that echoed his struggle. His hands, though trembling, began lifting your shirt, slowly revealing the skin beneath. His breath hitched at the sight, and you could feel his body tensing as his instincts warred with his will. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered, his voice thick with need, but his hands didn’t stop.

He pulled the fabric over your head with a swift motion, his touch growing bolder now, more confident. You watched as his eyes darkened further, the wolf in him creeping closer to the surface. His fingers grazed your bare skin, tracing the lines of your collarbone, down your arms, and across your waist with reverence. Every touch was electric, sending shivers through your body as he explored every inch of exposed skin.

“You’re making this so hard for me,” San growled, his voice deep and unsteady. His hands moved lower, fingers ghosting over the waistband of your pants, lingering there for a moment as he struggled to hold back. He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched tight. “I should stop. I should walk away.”

But neither of you moved.

Instead, he tugged at the waistband, pulling your pants down in one rough motion, the fabric slipping from your body effortlessly. His breath caught in his throat, and he took a step back, looking at you as though you were something both sacred and dangerous. His hands reached out, but they hesitated, hovering just inches from your skin, the restraint in his body trembling like a wire about to snap.

“You don’t understand,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “You don’t know what it’s like... to want something so badly but know you can’t... you *shouldn’t*...” His eyes traveled over you, wild and full of conflict, as his fingers finally found your skin again. His touch was slow, lingering, as though he was trying to savor the feel of you beneath his hands before he lost all control.

His hands were everywhere at once—tracing the line of your spine, sweeping across your waist, exploring the curve of your hip, and back up to your chest. His palms were rough but gentle, his fingers trembling as they brushed your bare skin with reverence, as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. His breath was hot against your neck as he leaned in, his chest pressed against yours, and you could feel every rise and fall of his breathing, erratic and wild.

“I’m losing it,” he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. His forehead pressed against your collarbone, his lips brushing there, as if he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you. “I’m trying to hold back, but... I can’t, I can’t.” His words were almost a growl now, deep and rough as his hands gripped you tighter, his claws just barely grazing your skin.

You shivered as his lips traveled down the side of your neck, hot and desperate, his breath shaky as he fought to keep himself from slipping completely. His hands slid up your back, fingers tracing the lines of your body with such intensity that it felt as though he was memorizing every detail.

“I need to feel you,” he rasped, his voice filled with raw desire. His touch became more urgent, his hands pressing harder against your skin, his lips moving faster, more erratically. The restraint in him was slipping, unraveling with each passing second. His hands found your shoulders, then your back, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t stand the distance between you any longer.

He let out a low growl, his breath coming fast and ragged now. “I’m losing control,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes were wild, dark with unrestrained emotion, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled against you.

And then, with a sharp inhale, something broke in him.

San’s hands gripped your waist with a sudden fierceness, pulling you tightly against him, his body pressing into yours with a desperate, wild energy. His mouth found yours again, the kiss deep and consuming, his restraint shattered completely. His hands roamed your body, no longer holding back, no longer gentle. He was wild, untamed, and you were swept up in the force of it, your body responding to his every touch as though you were made for this moment.

He growled against your lips, his breath hot and uneven. "I can't stop," he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with need. His hands gripped you tighter, as if the sensation of your skin beneath his fingers was the only thing keeping him from losing himself completely. "I can't hold back anymore."

And he didn’t.

--

San pushed you to the wall behind you, one hand behind your head to not hit it to the hard material. He leaned in for a kiss, his teeth grazing against your lower lip, biting it from time to time. He made it bleed, going even more insane about the taste of your lips.

"P-please... don't hold back" you said, barely above a whisper. He took your words seriously and put your hands above your head with his right hand, while his left hand took your panties off, threw them away and flew right back to your thighs. His sharp nails dug into your flesh, leaving soft, red marks all over.

"P-please forgive me.. if you get hurt by me." San said and moved his hand between your thighs, impatiently and softly hovering his fingers around, looking in your eyes. He was asking for permission. You moved yourself above his fingers and slowly let yourself down on his then, quietly moaning at his fingers finally inside you. His hands were huge, being a werewolf... even two of his fingers were stretching you the fuck out, tears forming in your eyes.

"San, voice low, almost a growl, "You have no damn idea how hard it's been to hold back, don't you?"

"San.." you breathed out, his fingers pumping in and out of you mercilessly.

San’s eyes flash with wild intensity. In an instant, his lips crash against yours, a rough, hungry kiss that leaves you breathless, tongues finding it's way and tasting every corner of your mouth.

Breaking the kiss, his breath hot against your neck, "You’re driving me insane... every part of me just wants to take you, make you mine in ways you can’t even imagine." He stopped finger-fucking you for a moment, breath hitched and your legs already trembling.

"I want all of you.. need to feel you, taste you.." he breathed out in an almost-primal tone, like you were his prey and you were his to go after.

"San, please.." you pleaded out, back softly arching against the wall, in search of any friction between your cunt and his fingers that were still resting.

"I see that you're... asking for my touch, hm?" San whined, in an almost desperate tone, basically exposing himself through his words. He was the one that wanted, needed you so bad.

"Y-yes.."

In an instant, he raised your leg up, placing it onto his hip. "I’m out of my mind with how much I need you. You'll take me right here—no hesitation, no waiting." he said as he raised your leg a bit, left your hands alone and fully thrusted in you, lubed up from your own arousal. He was fucking you against the wall, your hands reaching for his shoulder, holding on for dear life. Your legs were trembling, his long and girthy cock stretching you good as it always did.

"Fuck.. you feel so good.." he said as he rammed into you wildly, touching every sweet spot of yours, the friction overwhelming you. His lips went wandering around, marking you everywhere. He left kisses and bites all over your neck and collarbones, tasting your sweet flesh.

"Yes babe.. get it all out-" you muffled, but his lips found their way to yours, engaging in a rough, sloppy and messy kiss.

His nails dug into your flesh, his primal-like behavior sending you over the edge. Your back arched against the wall, San's hand finding it's way to the back of your neck. He held you close and still, as he thrusted in you a few times and came undone, filling you up to the brim. As you felt yourself get filled by his load, he fucked you through his high and his hand found it's way to your clit, rubbing circles all around. You squirmed a few times, overstimulation surging over you and the knot in your belly became undone, soft cries and moans leaving out of your slowly rising chest.

"You feel so good.. I don't know how I've waited until now. Every second without you is torture..." he said and embraced you, his cock still inches deep inside you. He lifted you up and dropped you on the dinner table you had in the living room, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

His breath was hot against your neck as he whispered, "I can't get enough of you," his lips grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you closer as if the space between you was unbearable. The table beneath you creaked under the weight of your bodies, the edge pressing into your back as he leaned down, kissing you deeply, hungrily, with an urgency that made your heart race.

Your legs tightened around him, your heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper. He let out a low, guttural sound of pleasure as he thrust into you, slow but deliberate, each movement intensifying the ache inside you. His fingers trailed up your sides, all the way up to your bare skin, fondling with your breasts, holding onto them.

With a wicked smile, he bit his lip, his eyes dark with desire as he watched the way your body responded to him. The rhythm of his hips became more insistent, and the friction between you built with every motion. You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling, bodies perfectly in sync.

"I want to hear you," he growled softly, his voice deep and raw with need, his hand slipping between your bodies, teasing the spot that made your whole body tremble. Every touch was electric, every sensation overwhelming, as the pressure inside you built to an irresistible peak. You arched your back, surrendering to the intensity, your nails digging into his shoulders as the room around you seemed to disappear, leaving only the heat of your bodies and the undeniable connection between you.

Time seemed to blur as the world outside faded, leaving only the pulse of your heart, the sound of his ragged breaths, and the undeniable fire between you, burning hotter with every second.

His thrusts grew more urgent, deeper, as if he was chasing the same release that had your body trembling in his arms. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, his grunts mixing with your breathless moans, the tension between you building to a breaking point. His fingers worked in perfect rhythm with his hips, pushing you closer, closer, until finally, the pleasure surged through you, crashing like a wave. You cried out his name, your body arching against him, tightening around him as the intensity consumed you.

San groaned low in his throat, the sound almost primal as he felt you pulse around him, the sensation driving him over the edge. His hips bucked one last time, deep and powerful, before you felt him cum inside you, his warmth filling you as he let out a broken moan, collapsing against you. His breath was heavy in your ear, his heartbeat racing against your chest as the two of you remained locked together, still trembling from the intensity of it all.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the room filled with the soft sound of your shared breathing. His arms wrapped around you tightly, protectively, as if he couldn’t bear to let go just yet. Gently, he shifted, pulling you into his chest, his lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your neck. His touch was tender now, his rough urgency replaced by a deep care, a need to hold you close.

"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice softer now, full of concern as his fingers brushed through your hair, soothing you.

You nodded, still catching your breath, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you, grounding you. His hands stroked your back in lazy, comforting circles, his lips never far from your skin. He held you as if you were fragile, like he wanted to protect you from everything, even though minutes ago, the world had disappeared in the heat between you.

San slowly pulled out of you, the absence leaving you feeling both empty and completely fulfilled, as he carefully helped you sit up on the edge of the table. He kissed your lips, slow and sweet, as if he had all the time in the world. Then, without saying a word, he scooped you up into his arms and carried you over to the couch, laying you down gently before settling next to you.

He tugged a soft blanket over your bodies, wrapping his arms around you again, pulling you close. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes searching yours with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

"I love you," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible, but the emotion behind it was overwhelming. He kissed your temple, holding you tighter as you both drifted into a peaceful silence, your bodies still entwined, but now surrounded by a warmth that was so much more than just physical.

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Dostoevsky's Disgust: Could It Be His Downfall?

‼️WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD FOR BSD 119‼️

Fyodor's reaction of pure disgust to Atsushi's indisputably honorable willingness for self-sacrifice just fascinated me in this latest chapter.

Fyodor Dostoevsky presents himself as this saintly villain, this tortured genius messiah who makes sacrifices nobody but he can comprehend the need for in order to benefit all of humanity in the grand scheme of things. And we're tempted to buy into that - especially those of us who are Dostoevsky readers. We're familiar with the Russian author's "dark mysticism", his thoughts on universal, active love and how it moves everything, thus lighting up a corrupt and suffering Earth.

But this Fyodor? He has been around for far too long to still be himself. This theory of mine plays into what we know about his ability. Crime and Punishment has "ship of Theseus"d him so much (and from the way he retains Bram's prerogative to protect Aya, we KNOW each body he takes over leaves its mark on him). He has been doing this for hundreds of years. Theseus has blown through hundreds of ships. Could anyone's individuality survive that, at least uncorrupted? Don't think so.

What's truly got me wondering is whether Fyodor is aware of this loss of self he has undergone (haha, No Longer Human parallels!) or if he genuinely thinks he is still that savior, that authentically Dostoyevskian lover of mankind. Let's look at it this way:

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

That's John 15:13 (KJV translation).

Fyodor claims to follow God, right? His ideology is a Christianist brand of Nietzschean terrorism, of course, but he should at least be in agreement with one of the most iconic Biblical teachings, shouldn't he? He should admire the "great love" of a human being laying down their life for their friends.

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HE HAS ATSUSHI DO. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT ATSUSHI DOES. Immediately, zero hesitation, just pure sincerity and desperation.

And how does Fyodor respond?

"Ewwwww not you giving me the ick rn"

The people he seems to like - or actually, let's use the word "respect", since after this, I don't know if Fyodor is still capable of love - are those with the most twisted morals. People who will kill and torture for him regardless of whether it tears them apart inside or not (Nikolai). People he perceives as apathetic, amoral and scheming (Dazai).

I hope this philosophical phenomenon doubles as narrative/conflictual foreshadowing. Fyodor has lost the battle of ideas; this is fatal for a villain motivated by faith. He has already defeated himself on the inside.

I hope all his lies and betrayals come back to finish him.

THANKS FOR READING 🫶💝🦋

[sugar-omi]

I been listening to 18+ audios (plz don’t hate I’m already ashamed of myself) and I came across one that was academic rivals fuck to study better, all I could think about was Cove and Mc who grew up hating each other somehow end up going to the same college and fucking their brains out every study session and because they still kind of hate each other still they’re the biggest fucking teases 

NO DONT WORRY BC I LISTENED/LISTEN TO THOSE N THEN I GO ON A SHAME STRIKE N THEN END UP PICKING IT BACK UP..... CURRENTLY ON SAID SHAME STRIKE BC MY EMBARRASSMENT ALWAYS CATCHES UP TO ME BUT WE'LL SES HOW LONG THAT FUCKIN LASTS.

but omfg that's so juicyyy... i have a absolutely sick migraine rn but I cannot ignore this.

gn reader, multiple choice dialogue.

the masochist in me likes to imagine cove pulling you into his lap, slipping his fingers into your mouth to help keep you quiet, and growls about how much of a dumb bunny you are.

you say you hate him, you can hardly share the same air without bickering. but you jump at the chance to be alone with him, feigning ignorance about the subject just so he'll come around to your side of the table n sit by you.. your hand sliding up his thigh to his growing bulge...

he helps you as if he doesn't know what you're doing, doesn't feel your hand sliding along his hardening length or undoing his pants, and tries not to moan when you're slowly stroking his heavy cock in your fist..

finishes explaining the problem, and you cheerily tell him you get it now. feigning more ignorance.

he doesn't let you though, tells you there's another problem you need to solve.

mmm, cove pushing the chair back and forcing you to your knees, even better if you're wearing shorts or a skirt and when you come up, you whine about the marks on your knees from the carpet.

telling him he's mean and disgusting. as if you wouldn't do it again just so he'd shove his cock down your throat, looking up at his pretty expressions, the expanse of his throat when he throws his head back... or the way he peers down at you with sharp, hooded eyes.

fight all you want, though. because he still pulls you into his lap, tugging off your bottoms n underwear and making you ride him.

he holds your hips, helping you grind those pretty hips so he can see your expression falter and eyes turn dreamy when his cock hits that delicious spot inside you.

pulls you into a kiss, making you use up the last of your brain power to French kiss, kisses you until he can't tell where he starts and you end.

doesn't let you do all the work too long, because even though he teases you for being needy, for having dick on the brain instead of hitting the books, he's also desperate, wants to see you fall apart on his cock, wants to make you moan his name even if someone overheats you.

he needs it. needs to carve his name into your body until all you can think about is him.

but then the sadist.... the same thing pretty much but reversed.

he's all grunts and moans, sweat dripping off his brow as he fucks into you so furiously. he hates your bad attitude, your snarky comments, but somehow he still finds himself sneaking into your dorm room at night, or jerking off to the thought of you or the risqué video you sent him in the middle of the night. teasing him.

or like right now, he has you on your back in his bed, your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapped tightly around your midriff and face buried in your neck as if you didn't give him a scowl nasty enough to kill a man and sneered words thickly laced with hate and disdain.

even now, even though you're moaning so pretty, and your cunt is making obscene wet sounds from cove's desperate fucking / your cock making obscene wet sounds in your hand, your cock leaking and throbbing in your fist.

you're still trying to growl insults into his ear, telling him he's so desperate for some ass that he'd fuck the one person he hates. you'll laugh when he has a mouthful of your cock / cunt, his tongue moving expertly along your sex from the years of sneaking around and fucking, even if just seconds ago you were glaring at each other.

but you can't deny you want him, love fucking him. and he loves it too, and he can't even say anything back when you say that stuff. because yeah, you get on his nerves so bad. and even though he can fuck someone else, women and men damn near falling over him. it's college, you'd be damn pressed not to get laid.

but you.. he just keeps coming back to you.

let's you fist his hair and tug it, let's you bite his shoulders and neck. only if he gets to fuck you, grab your hips in his big hands and squeeze the fay of your ass. smack it in retaliation for a bad hickey or three.

let's you talk shit and call him desperate, call him a slut when he pulls you out the hall into a single person bathroom, holding your hips still and his shirt between his teeth, trying to push you both over the edge quickly before your lunch break ends.

only so he gets to fuck himself stupid inside your hot walls. and only so you'll text him that same night, telling him to meet you wherever you're at, a picture of your desperation attached...

[pouring-rains]

Initiation (PT3) - C.S

cw; smuttt, unprotected shmex (don’t be silly wrap that willy)

As Chris slams the Uber door behind you, you grab his wrist and run up to your front door together, laughing the entire way as you hurriedly search in your purse for you house keys as you laugh with each other, wanting desperately to put your hands on each other.

Once you’re finally able to unlock the door and push through Chris slams the door behind him. Immediately grabbing your waist and shoving you against the wall, slotting his knee in between your thighs and grinding upwards, as he places his lips on your neck and starts giving you wet open mouthed kisses down to the neckline of your dress.

You push him away breath heaving slightly at the pleasure he was giving you, and look at him with dilated pupils.

“Upstairs, now.” You tell him with urgency as you grasp his wrist and tug him upstairs to your bedroom.

Once you get to the bedroom you go and sit on the bed taking off your heels and sliding backwards, motioning for Chris to come here. Before getting on the bed he decides to take his shirt off, then slowly he follows you onto the bed, he climbs onto you trapping you within his arms as he passionately kisses down your neck leaving marks as he travels lower and lower before getting to your thighs.

He looks up at you in question, and you immediately shake your head yes, telling him wordlessly that you want it.

He pushes your dress up to your stomach and starts to playfully tease you by kissing everywhere but where you need it most, just as you start to whine out in neediness, he pulls down your panties. You cry out as he attaches his mouth onto you his tongue delving into your folds as his nose rubs against your clit. Your legs shake around his head as he thrusts his tongue inside of you.

“Fuck, please Chris, I need you so bad.” You say as you look down at him while breathing heavily.

“Is that right baby, what do you need, huh, tell me what you need, sweet girl.” He says seductively as he rubs his thumb against your cunt making delicate figure eights.

“Chris, please, need you inside me.” You mumble out in slight embarrassment as you whine from his ministrations against you.

“Okay, sweetheart, one second.” He says, while reaching for the belt buckle adorning his black slacks, you watch intently as he undoes his belt buckle and pants, pulling them down before taking off his boxers as well.

After he finishes ridding himself of his clothes he replaces himself on top of you rubbing his tip against your soaking slit.

“Please Chris, just fuck me already.” You whine out in need, as you finish speaking he aligns himself with you and thrusts himself inside of you, bottoming out in one swift movement.

“Fuck, fuck.” You squeal out in pleasure.

“Shit” Chris grunts out, his eyes squeezing shut as he pants out from how good you feel.

After he’s sure you’ve adjusted he starts thrusting back and forth slowly gaining momentum until he’s fully pounding into you while you yell out his name, your eyes glazed over and rolling into the back of your head at how good he’s making you feel.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, sweet girl, doing so good for me baby.” He says into your ear, while moving his hand down your body his thumb attaching to your clit and rubbing furiously.

You feel your stomach tighten and you near your orgasm, just as he buries his head into your neck, and starts sucking hickies into your sensitive neck.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, baby.” He tells you in warning, “fuck, me too, Chris” you reply while scratching your nails down his back in pleasure, as you feel the knot in your stomach finally burst as you feel him fill your insides with his hot cum.

yeah guys gonna be honest don’t know how I feel about this kinda scared of myself rn, I’m sorry if this isn’t that good man I’m tired 😭😭

@sturnioloblues @anxietyriddenblue @muchloveforhacker @colorthecosmos444 @freshlove-sturn

[moldsporr]

Major Akuma Kun (2023) spoilers, warning you rn

Yk what gets me about this show is that it would've been really easy to make Strophaia a big bad evil villain who simply uses Ichiro and manipulates him for his own gain. But they don't. They make a point to show that Ichiro loves Strophaia, and that Strophaia loves him, too. That's why Strophaia wants to release everyone's light, I think- or at least, a big part of the reason. He wants to free Ichiro, to have him by his side- and to do that, he needs to have Ichiro be like him.

Unless Ichiro has some special powers aside from being Akuma Kun, he's really just some normal boy. Strophaia was surprised that he had some hidden destiny. This tells me that Ichiro specifically wasn't needed to free the woman in chains. But Strophaia wanted him to do it. He didn't want anyone else to do it, he wanted Ichiro to be the one to choose to free himself and everyone. And he would have, if Shingo and Mephisto II didn't take Ichiro.

Strophaia feels as though his loved one was taken from him, was stolen. That's why he wants to torture Shingo, even after the man is near death already. He didn't care to torture Mephisto III- he was honestly just a casualty in this whole thing. Something to push Ichiro to the edge of grief so the flute would finally break. In his eyes, his beloved Aeshma was stolen and forced into a role he never wanted to have. And honestly? He's not too off the mark. Ichiro had a lot of trouble dealing with this destiny that was thrown onto him, who wouldn't?

It's Strophaia's love that pushes him to do what he does. He's older than almost everyone in the show, save for Satan. But he loves this human. This seemingly random human who was abandoned by his kind.

It's Ichiro's love that both causes Strophaia to almost win, and also the thing that defeats him. For now.

It's just... idk. In a lot of shows they have the protagonist go up against someone they hate, someone who's harmed them or their loved ones and seemingly has no good qualities. But when shows make the motivation love? Ourgh. Ourgh. It's so good. I don't even mean romantic love here. Platonic, familial, any kind of love. Love isn't this pure thing that will solve everything. Love is messy. Love is hard. And I really like how they show that. All the people Ichiro loves hurt him in some way, and he hurts them back, too. Not out of maliciousness- simply out of being human. Despite, yk, a good portion of the cast being demons. But I digress.

I really hope season two takes a closer look at all the.... conflicted feelings Ichiro definitely has. Strophaia is most likely returning, considering they didn't use that scroll. I want to see where their relationship heads. Honestly, I can see a redemption or a double down from Strophaia.

Another thing I wanna point out is how desperate Strophaia was to stop Ichiro from using the flute. He shields himself with his wings, he looks downright terrified. He's begging, repeating "Aeshma" over and over as his voice cracks. It's just. So gripping. Strophaia had all the confidence in the world that Ichiro would come back to him, and not only did Ichiro not do that- he aimed to kill him. Like. Ourgh. Obviously Strophaia needed to be defeated, man's was hurting people, but. Imagine the betrayal. Heck, how Ichiro feels. He's doing the same thing he did all those years ago, what accidentally separated him and Strophaia in the first place- what started the cracks in the flute!!! It's just!!!! Ourgh!!!!!!!!!

[sugarsnappeases]

hi karaaaaaa talk to me about any rare pair you feel like yapping about <3

aaaaaa hiii this made me so happy <333 i’ve decided it’s Time for us to have a proper chat about tomlily….. @quillkiller and i’s second-born child

the first thing you need to know is that they’re both sociopaths (sociopath lily oh how i looove youuu)..... i made this post before about the quote 'beautiful monsters composed of every individual perfection' and how it relates to lily, but i think it's interesting to consider in terms of her being a sociopath (this is actually how our first tomlily convo began, way back whenever it was). her making sure that every part of herself is viewed as perfect, carefully curating her public image - she's the miracle muggleborn! so smart, so kind, so helpful and friendly and every single good characteristic! a shoe-in for head girl, the perfect prefect, responsible and hard-working and everything that anyone could possibly want from her! and she's good at it too. everyone sees her exactly as she wants them too..... not unlike our good friend tom marvolo riddle when he was at hogwarts...........

i think one of the central parts of their relationship is the concept of immortality. they’re both kind of made up of the same sort of thing. they’re the same at their cores. both of them showed up at hogwarts as muggleborns thrust into a completely new world and they’re both so determined to succeed and be more than what they came from and to have absolutely everything, to have their cake and eat it too!!!!! for lily, this comes in the form of being revered, putting herself on a pedestal, she’s going to Leave Her Mark and be remembered and she doesn’t care what she has to do to get there (btw i really recommend this fic about sociopath lily, it’s so so interesting and i think nearly entirely encapsulates my vision of her……). the idea that if she can’t be immortalised in her deeds while she’s alive, she’s going to become immortal in her death, martyring herself. she’s a saint, she’s a puppet master, she’s as close to a god as a girl can get.

without. of course. resorting to actual immortality. which is the path tommy boy chooses. obviously. i think there are such parallels here. he’s a presumed-muggleborn, in slytherin, the house of the ambitious and the pureblood supremacists, he’s got the biggest god complex known to man and he grew up in an orphanage in london in the middle of the blitz!!!! all factors that contribute to his fear of death and his desperation to be More Than That. more than just another orphan killed by a bomb. more than just another nameless muggleborn lost in the pureblood-centric society. more than anything that anyone has ever seen before. he’s going to make a name for himself, and he’s going to make sure that nobody ever forgets it, and he’s going to be immortal. he’s going to be more god than man (even if it makes him a monster).

anyway. taking them together, as you can see, they’re cut from the same cloth (although side note!! i think lily’s lack of fear of death gives her the potential to be even more dangerous than tom is….) and bc of this, they’re the only ones who can see under each other’s carefully curated masks (although!! another side note… i think they each have another person who can - dumbledore for tom, and petunia for lily, but that’s not entirely relevant rn).

they understand each other and they want to cut each other open and burrow their way into each other’s rib cages. they kill people together - lily is much more messy w it, all blood under her nails and on her teeth. tom prefers the cleanliness of an avada kedavra but the blood gets all over his clothes anyway from when he touches lily. also cannibalism and intricate blood rituals that bind them together forever and intertwining themselves so thoroughly that nothing could ever separate them (although! another side note! jen and i don’t think they’re at all interested in sex. the other things they do (murder etc) are far more intimate and romantic and exciting to them!!!!).

and in the end, they’ll kill each other, pull each other apart and devour each other entirely. the only person who could possibly kill tom is lily, and vice versa, they’re the only ones that would have the right to, or the power to, or deserve to etc etc. at the end it’s always them, a ticking time-bomb. them and a knife or a gun or a curse or a fire and their teeth sinking into each other and their blood flowing through each other’s veins and over each other's dying bodies. bc tom is the only one that Sees lily and lily is the only one that Sees tom, and they recognise themselves in each other and it’s soul-deep and dangerous and nasty and hungry and knowing and self-destructive and so so so sooooo interesting to me

consider: two people w the most Pristine public reputations. they’re politicians or something w bright white smiles and absolutely No skeletons in the closet. it’s a Win for non-purebloods worldwide to see them succeeding, they’re exemplary students and people and Public Figures. EXCEPT!!!! as it turns out!!!! they’re fucking serial killers!!!!! i imagine them falling asleep in each other’s arms covered in blood from their latest victim, having their morning shower together, washing the blood out of each other’s hair and then going into the office….. they get caught. eventually. obviously. and it’s probs lily’s fault lol. but GOD guysss just imagine the scandal. the headlines. the shock and intrigue and horror at these two Perfect People having done such horrific things. they go on the run and/or commit a little bit of murder-suicide before they get caught btw. like i said nobody kills them but each other…. anyway enough from me!!!! thank you for letting me ramble <333

[taintandviolent]

If you're doing random and wild headcanons: RANDOM AND WILD JIMMY HEADCANOS?

I'm re-watching Freakshow bc the vibe gives me extreme hot summer vibes and the current nor cal weather is not summer-ing rn 🙄 (random note lmao). Anyways- yeah I love that man. Need to cover his face in cherry red kisses fr fr

uggggghhh the loml. my summer boy, my sweet honey pie. I’m sorry summer isn’t summery for you — it’s a little too summery for me, almost 100 degrees is a little much. anyway, again, written at work - so apologies if these are doody!!

Jimmy Darling always dips his fries in his milkshakes because Eve turned him onto it. He can't have a shake without doing it.

Jimmy has a cigar box full of napkins with kiss marks on them; he asks his favourite girls to kiss a napkin to remember them by. Spoiler alert: there's a napkin from almost every single city he's been in.

After sex, Jimmy is a major snuggler. He spoons you like he's trying to melt your bodies together, smearing his face against your bare shoulders. He takes big breaths of you, inhaling every scent that your body gives off -- your sweat and the summer sun mixed with your perfume is the most intoxicating one.

Jimmy Darling also snores. It's not like an ugly snore that makes you sleep in separate bedrooms, but he's definitely a snorer. Every so often, you have to nudge him a little to change positions and get him to stop.

He takes his coffee black, because his ma takes it the same way.

Jimmy's the type to put his shirt down over a puddle so you don't get your shoes wet, unless he's wearing his favourite leather jacket. Then, he's just picking you up marriage-style and carrying you over the puddle.

Jimmy’s got a pretty good memory, and never forgets a date…. unless he’s drunk. And when he is drunk, he can’t stop apologizing into your neck, crying and peppering desperate kisses.

[beatrixshifts]

GIRLLLL HEYYYY IYS ICE

I got new lore LMAO BUT ANYWAYE

for the dean situation I went and kissed Sam LMAOOOOO

Anyhow. About the manifesting things (the guy I manifested LITERALLY ACTS LIKE JAMES PLUS HE'S ALSO BRITISH LMAOOO)

anyways SO I LITERALLY ONE TIME WAS DOING SOME SPELLS (when I was 14) AND one time did a "lucky lotion (yes LOTION not potion)"?? And put it on every day Girl idk but it worked and from then on I just manifest easily??

Like I never had an issue, even with law of attraction. I actually love it.

Also, im a witch, I know now you are.

I did some tarot for you, "stop complicating" and "relax, it's yours."

Plus, in the future you might gravitate towards another person other than James, someone "that fits you like a glove" but u can't see it. And dw it's not cheating.

Also don't feel guilty, and cry all you want let it out <333

I'LL COME BACK TO DROP MORE LOREEE BECAUSE I SHIFTED FOR 2 MONTHS GIRLLLL Remus ended up attacking bitchass snape (he was shittalking lily and some other girls for being "mudbloods" like pls fuck off) anyways, I was tending Remus and that man has a GAZE JESUS

he also has dimples, a birth mark on his leg (it's small) and girl he LOVES caramel chocolate and physics (I told him about no magic subjects) he LOVES ITTTT

Anyways he got me a sun necklace (guess why)

ANYWAYS LOVE YOUUUUU MWAH MWAH MWAH (andtellmeyoursign)

HIII wait is sam the one played by jared padalecki😭 i'm getting confused HELP but PLSS tell me how dean reacted cause the beef omg OMG how do you make lucky lotion i need that like rn cause my life is in shambles :P (it's not i just like being a dramatic ass bitch) did you like just put intention into it or smt?? cause if so yk i'm gonna be making lucky lipgloss and lucky perfume too im desperate lmaoooo TYSM FOR DOING TAROT OMG? ur my fav person ily💗this is acc super helpful because i've been complicating it sm lately even though ik it's easy?? like tf. i definitely didn't stop writing this to cry STOP BC I USED TO LIKE SNAPE BUT SEEING STORIES FROM UR DR IS MAKING ME GET PISSED ICL REMUS IS A REAL ONE ILY TOO GIRL UR ASKS ARE CARRYING ME RN (imacancer)

[hopefultigress]

SHOWER WITH GREEK GOD

Pairing: min yoongi x reader

Genre: au, smut, established relationship

Word count: 9k

Summary: boring party- drunk y/n- coming home to yoongi showering- making out in the shower.

P.s: trust me my writing has much more details than this summary :D after ages i finally wrote a smut because yoongi posted pov worthy pics on insta, and also my sister couldn't stop forcing me ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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Despite him telling you not to go to that party of your toxic friends you still go, to show them how well off you are now with a diploma in veterinarian and part-time at an adoption center preparing to do a degree in veterinarian. After all the feeling proud moment you start to hate that party real bad. You keep on drinking shots over shorts just to survive in that toxic environment. Before you know it you were drunk and the first thing you did was calling yoongi, as it was Saturday night yoongi was working late but he could still spare some time for your drunk call.

"YoOngi MaRrY mE"

You could hear the chuckle on the other side.

"nO No doN't sHow Me thAt guMmy bEar sMile"

"Kitty, you're drunk" him in a raspy voice.

"I am busy rn I'll send some of my men to pick you up"

In no time Yoongi's most trusted men were at the bar. "Ma'am we need to go"

"ShUt Up i WanNa mArry yoOngi RIGHT NOW..!"

So they just pick you up and put you in the car.

One guard to another, "careful i don't wanna lose my job, uk how important she is to the boss"

By the time you are in the car babbling, yoongi reaches home and starts to freshen up.

You reach home like a mess wanting yoongi desperately. You go to the bathroom to wash your face and see him.

You are too drunk to make out whether it's real or not. So you bang the glass.

"Hi sweety you're home, i missed you. I told you not to go to that boring party, i knew you would come home like this"

But all those words were gibberish to you... all you could see and hear was a 29 year old hot man showering with his long black hair which did no mercy on making you wet.

He wraps a towel on his waist so that you can focus on his face and came out of the shower to check up on you.

"So how was the party, did you have fun. Were you able to meet your friends?"

Your mind is playing unholy and while dancing to its rhythm you slow blink your eyes and all you could see were wet luscious lips moving up and down, you desperately want that movement against your lips so you lean in and claim what's yours.

When your lips meet his, you forget about the evening all together and you realize that all you ever wanted was his lips on yours, he pulls you closer by the waist and your hands are now in his damped long raven hair. He slides his hands under your clothes, unhooking your thongs.

You undress yourself like a good girl you are, he guides you to the shower area, by the time he adjusts the water temperature you swirl his waist towel outside the shower, "we don't need that here"-- and that exact time the water hits you.

Being with Yoongi under the same shower, feeling the warmth of water while your bare skin touches the Greek god skin makes you want him even more. Seeing water dripping down that dove skin makes you drip.

The sight of naked Yoongi leaning in and kissing you is something everyone dreams of, you suck on his lower lip-- him slightly biting it and leaving his marks as always.

You could feel how hard he is– slowly poking you around your sensitives, making you wet.

He trails one of his wet veiny hand down to your shoulder reaching you breasts, he swirls around it while each vein of his hand moves along it, giving it a little squeeze he moves down to your cervix, making little circles around your wet area.

"More than the water you seems wet to me, now be a good kitty and spread it for me"

"Can we skip the teasing part and get to business"

Him while rubbing your vulva, " just a little longer babe- i like to see you desperate for me."

After a cocky comment he slides one of his veiny finger inside you- moving it in circular motion around your walls to touch each area of it. Which makes you moan in pleasure and desperation. "You're such a tease"

But that's the thing you love about him. He just don't wanna make you feel his cock inside you, but also makes you feel loved by exploring each part of your body– by wanting to touch every corner of your body with those veiny hands of his.

Soon he shoves two of his fingers trying to reach the spot. Your head hits the wall and your eyes close in pleasure as he keeps pushing those fingers upward at a rapid pace.

It's twitching your lower tummy, you're in pain but the pleasure is soo muchh that it just overpowers it and makes you feel the pleasure pain feeling which you love.

"Don't worry kitty i am gonna clean you up as well after i make a mess out of you"

He says this every time but you never get bored of it, instead it sends butterflies down to your lower tummy.

"If your pretty little games are over then can i get what i want?"

"You have to ask for it"

You roll your eyes back, "fine.! I need you inside me right now"

"That's like a good kitty"

He moves forward to meet his lips to yours, making each corner of it red– slowly slides his head down to your neck, leaving wet bites and kisses to claim you at the same time pulling you closer to him by the waist, he positions himself between your thighs and rubbing himself against you.

"For God sake fuck me min yoongi"

You feel his smirk on your neck, and before you know it he shoves his manhood inside you. I swear that was the loudest moan of the night. Him being inside you drives you crazy and you can't get enough of it.

As the shower water hits, his long damped hair keeps coming in his face so he pushes them back with his wet veinful arm while thrusting harder into you.

His only purpose to push his hair back was to kiss you. You love the feeling of him kissing you while being deep inside you.

Like a little the Dora the explorer he moves towards your nipples again, swirling his tongue around it, sucking and pulling it until he likes to hear your moans.

He looks up to you, trying to make a photographic memory of gorgeous lady standing right in front of him– loving the feeling of being deep inside you, going in and out

"Faster"

He increases his pace on one command coz no matter how dominant he is, there's no way he's ain't listening to your demands.

Things start to heat up and your bosoms move everywhere with every rapid thrust in your cunt.

He puts his hands on both sides of your waist going faster. You grunt from his fingers seeping into your skin harder and harder. "Damn kitty you're sooo soft" he says lowering his lips on the side of your neck sucking. "Fuck" you say as your right hand finds his neck. You feel yourself build into your climax. You moan out loud feeling your climax coming. He pulls back and looks at you begging for dear life. "Cum for me baby" he says while coming out of you, looking deep in your eyes.

You both wash away the deeds you both did.

"And now it's time for you bath baby"

"Like an actual baby"

he takes some body wash and massage it all over you touching and rubbing every skin on you body to make is crystal clean as promised.

He grabs a towel and ruffles it in you hair before wrapping it around you. Water was still dripping from his long damped hair, naked messed up yoongi standing in front of you– caring for you– loving every ich of you. What more could you ask from life.

You walk out of the bathroom, while you search for his hoodie in the cupboard to wear you see the reflection of half naked Yoongi ruffling his long damped hair in the mirror and even after a hot shower it sends butterflies to you.

Without any delay you snatch that towel from his hand and ruffle those beautiful hairs, it was a dream come true moment for you thus your eyes sprakles as you do it and Yoongi being a total husband material just couldn't stop staring into your eyes with that gummy bear smile on his face.

You have reached the end >_< i hope i am free from all the alligations now! (This note was for my sister •-•)

[dilucsfav]

OMG AUTHOR POSTING TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW?!?!?!?!?

sorry, this time it’s not a request, it’s just what i wanted to write 💔 ive been doing hcs so much that i haven’t done an actual story in a while yk??

very small diluc scenario cuz i couldn’t resist and i really need this rn <//3

Loveliest of All

warning(s): insecure reader, mention of scars & body dysmorphia, slight(?) nsfw

The warm smell of toasted marshmallows from the scented candle filled the manor, my slight heaviness in breath as Diluc’s warm lips trailed up my forearm— holding me so gently, as if I were fragile glassware and would break at any rough moves.

One hand lay accordingly on my wrist, keeping my arm in place, as his other hand held my hip down against the bed, his thumb rubbing smooth circles into my figure. Treating my body with such love and carefulness, his gaze trailing up to stare at my expression.

I was so hot from the warm room and Diluc’s hot body against mine. His lips found their way to my shoulder, then carefully, to my neck. I was his, his to love and to treat with sincerity and passion.

His fingertips traced the edges of my scars, my beauty marks and insecurities. The warmth and affection engulfed me as he kissed my marks— parts of my body that I wouldn’t allow anybody else to see. His head leaned down to my lower body, kissing every imperfection that I cried at the sight of.

It was odd enough that the most noble, bravest man of Monstadt was treating me like this. His gentle and soft lips giving my skin endless kisses, his eyes wandering up to look at me, almost as to reassure me how wonderful I truly looked.

Even though my mind ran with thoughts, picking at every little “bad” feature that showed on my body, my exposed skin that he was now praising and rising genuine interest in— he thought I was the loveliest person he’d ever lain eyes on.

His inviting and warm hand placed itself on my jawline, holding my chin and tapping on my bottom lip. He admired my features; from my nose, my eyes, cheeks, eyebrows.

I smiled to his touch, wondering how I got so lucky to have the Darknight Hero at my fingertips so easily. How could I make such a man bat his eyes at me so willingly? Make him drop to his knees, hold my ankle and strap my heel on as if I were his porcelain doll?

So many precious memories suddenly flooded my brain as the soft man kissed me tenderly, not leaving any of my skin untouched by his infatuation for me. My eyes started to fill with tears at his words.

“Are you still tense, angel…?” He took my face, studying me. “What more should I do to assure you that I love every part of you? Am I doing something that makes you uncomfortable?”

“No!” I quickly said, and I earned a frown at this response. His hurt eyes looked between mine, trying to fish answers. “I’m sorry, Luc. I’m just—”

I didn’t want to cry over nothing. But I couldn’t help the hot tears that melted down the sides of my eyes and became cold as they touched my hair. I turned my head against his touch, my brows creasing as I tried to control my breathing. His eyes immediately widened as his hands retracted away.

I grabbed his large hands, looking right at him and squeezing his palm; It was almost a desperate action. I filled the silence by taking his hand and placing it back on my cheek, making tears spur down my face even more.

His thumb ran under my eye, wiping away the tears that ruined the peacefulness my face had displayed previously. His delicate touch reminded me that he was there, he loved me and couldn’t understand why I thought so negatively of myself.

The body that had made his eyes glance twice, the fingers that wiped the blood from his wounds, the legs that wrapped around his hips in a hug, the lips that had only spoken love to him and gifted him with kisses— how could he look at me so unpleasantly when all my body’s ever shown him was love?

“I’m here,” Diluc whispered, almost as if he read my thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere.”

I wanted to thank him for loving me so much, I wanted to apologize and show my gratitude to him for treating me with such elegance and compassion— but all I could do was kiss him.

Kiss his jaw, his cheeks— even more desperately at his lips. I couldn’t help myself as my breathing picked up from the eager kisses, a sloppy excuse for an apology. I couldn’t stop kissing the man, the man who had lips that honored me.

In the moment, as mine and his fingers collided together as he pinned my arms back down— the world stopped. As his lips desperately went down my jaw once again, his fingers squeezing mine, his legs now holding my hips down— I craved his touch more than anything in this world.

“You’re beautiful,” he insisted, burying his lips against my collarbone and kissing down my chest, his devotion swallowing my tense body. To assure me that he loved me more than yesterday, to assure me that my tears were not overdramatic and exaggerating— he heard my cries, and he answered affectionately.

“You’re the loveliest in all of Monstadt.”

[azumasoroshi]

minidura chapter 11 react

ok i found chapter 11 translated by amnemonie on tumblr (thank you thank you thank you and if you want me to take this down i will!!) but there's no guarantee ill be able to find the rest lmAOo we'll see

HOT MAN!!! HOT MAN

i mean what no pathetic sopping wet man

cat face izaya i thought id never see you again

man after realizing there's a minidura tag i saw a post that was like "i wish minidura got animated like bsd wan" and like. YEAH. PLEASE

it would be the perfect revival of the durarara fandom pleaseeeeeee do it for meeeeeeee we could revive durarara like we revived trigun

and i need shizuo izaya and shinra cooking together being animated. please

anyway izaya looks like he really doesnt wanna be here in that last panel and i mildly spoiled myself on the comments/reblogs saying this one is really mean to izaya which you know i live for. [cracks knuckles] i hope he gets hit by a truck but like an emotional one because that's the only one he'd really react to

oh god he's more pathetic than i thought he'd be

they're really looking at him like "damn bitch you good" which is fair

bro summoned up all his courage to ask 😭rip bozo

??????????? THEY TOLD YOU HE'D BE WITH THEM

izaya simultaneously has the best social skills known to man and the WORST social skills known to man

ill never stop bringing this up but. now presenting orihara "i love humans because they're so unpredictable" izaya getting fucked by humans' predictability everybody

and here we see izaya walking awkwardly in his natural habitat, trying to eat cake with high schoolers /j

kadota casually calling out izaya on his bullshit bkgjdSGKHDSHds

he just wants to eat cakeeeee someone go with him

not me though i wouldnt be caught dead with that man

i swear walker's face gets longer every time i see him and it tickles me so much

aaaand cue shizuo on stage right

god bless erika for suggesting that he invite shizuo cuz id have done it myself

also "just today". are you implying that you want to see shizuo every other day. izaya.

WAIT

WAIT IS TODAY IZAYA'S BIRTHDAY

OH

oh my god thats actually sad okay

id say to ask namie but namie probably rejected him already without even letting him finish the question bkfdgjhgf

shinra keeping up the stupid anniversaries trend from that other chapter we love a consistent malewife

man shiki he wasnt even here for work 😭 at least he got some food although karasumi does not look that good if im being honest

at least compared to cake

shinraaaa you FORGOTTTT

may 4th is the date of my statistics exam but i swear ill celebrate it for you izaya. ill even mark it down on my calendar

oh 💀 namie is as delusional as i am. love that for her

he's even singing to himself ohhhhh poor baby...(i say this as if i'm not grinning wildly to myself in my room rn)

i swear i feel bad for him but he's so fun to bully

man i remember those fics where shizuo was the only one to remember izaya's birthday bgkjhfdgfd i guess those were founded from somewhere (even if his gifts were things like 'not chasing him today' or sending him black roses)

oh my god 😭 he's so desperate at this point i didnt think he'd actually be happy to see shizu-chan

even grabbing him by the arms bkgdssdkahdskjhgsdsd

this is gonna end badly though if the comments/reblogs i read have anything to say about it

😭yep the izaya bullying is real

SHIZUO NOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS BASICALLY THE WHOLE CAKE

izaya's conscious too 💀 MAN

part of me feels like this is narita's personal revenge against the shizaya fans in his fanbase askdbgskjhsdhgsd shizuo needs to be extra cruel to prove he's not gay

he's so happy to just get birthday textssssss this is so sad

[trudemaethien]

Meme thing! Fi/Ordo for 001 and Echo for 002 plz!

🤡 this got long, both answered under the cut 🥰

001 Fi/Ordo

started shipping: When I first read them interacting I said “That, that’s flirting, right there.” I was immediately sold: stamped, signed, and sealed.

my thoughts: they ought to wear the heck out of some skirts.

happy: they are both yearning and then they find what they were looking for—family belonging, love. (In my version at least. we don’t talk about that 501st travissty)

sad: they only knew each other in canon for a very fleeting moment despite having the same trainer/father figure. Fi got brain damage and might never be the same. Ordo congealed into a colder and grimmer version of himself as time went on. BUT we don’t talk about brunooo that ending.

fanfic annoyed- this is a rare ship so there is not a lot of fic, so general characterization: when they make Fi the bottom/fem gay boi and Ordo this serious badass cishet macho man.

fanfic i look for: like i said, grand total of SIX fics for them rn, and one is mine. So, uh, first thing I look for is, is the writer one of my friends? yes, for four of the six remaining. (@kungfuslippers i am so thankful for your half of the tag🙏) and one more I hadn’t seen so I’m gonna be reading that as soon as i’m done here LOL

end up with who else? Well. I ship a convoluted and very fun repcomm polycule so uh. Fi has (counts fingers) three or four other partners (Atin, Sev, Parja, and sometimes Corr) and Ordo has like. six? (Besany, Corr, Laseema, Mereel, Maze…maybe some of the other Nulls idk) but ideally they will all be happy together. If i have to pick my fave ships, Bes/Corr/Ordo, and Fi/Sev

happily ever after: ^^^ sprawling family and yaim and maybe some kids they help raise, getting old and fat and still absolutely fabulous in their skirts. 👁️🫦👁️

big spoon/little spoon: switch. they tend to full-body flop on top of each other more often, to quell each other’s fidgets/anxiety. very active sleepers. no sheet survives first contact.

favorite nonsexual activity: I think they like to try new things, and bonus points if they can do whatever the activity of the hour is while holding hands. Ordo is the most solid of Fi’s partners and Fi is the most unrestrained of Ordo’s, so they gravitate toward each other rather than any of the others when that’s what they need.

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002 Echo

feelings: this guy’s a BITCH and i have a GRUDGE but no actually I do like him 😂😂😂 He’s just a godawful pain to write!

romantic ships: Commander Fox, Rex, Fives, the Torrent polycule in general, TBB

platonic OTP: Dogma

unpopular opinion: hm. i think he might feel proprietary about and even sort of enjoy his techno union swag?

canon: i wish desperately that he got to see Fives again.

crossover ship—maybe it’s stuck up of me but i don’t think about crossovers, sryyy

headcanon: he’s very mentally organized even before the body mods, and Fives’ chaos has a category all of its own in his data directory. Also that he kept the regulation appearance to stand out in Torrent’s sea of unique markings and hairstyles, and because he had too many ideas about how he could look. Post-techno union, he’s guiltily pleased he did not have to choose. Like he earned his distinctive look?

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

how funny; Stress Awareness Week is also my most stressful week so far:

internet is down; i'm being forced to mooch off of a neighbor (that i hate + has worse internet than i do)

i need to get another sim card for my current wifi hub. who knows what sort of shit that'll incur upon me

i've already got a bill priced at $233 and money is tighter than a virgin's asshole

there's fuckall food in the house right now

speaks for itself; refers to money issue

mental health is already way further down the shitter than it ever was at the old place

like. holy shit. i may have jokingly spoken about suicide but the only things keeping me from actually attempting it are my family and pets rn

+ the hope of moving out in 4 months

i need to sign up for a government related thing as well

idk if it's gonna cost me ( i dearly hope not )

make that two government related things, actually

i've grown an in-character level of bloodlust for the man that was once my father of 12 years

I WILL FIND YOU, MOTHERFUCKER, MARK MY WORDS

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ok look i don't want to vent like an imposter amogus alright? shit's rough. if i get desperate i'll make a ko-fi. i know no one will bother, but it's the thought and hope that counts, right?

[tired-inyxe]

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MOAR LATER BRAIN EEPY AGHHHHHHHHHHH