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burnin' tire
max verstappen
cw: smut/pwp, masturbation, fantasies, mad!max, post-dutch gp, mechanic!reader
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second.
second was first place for losers. that was what he had been told his entire life. second, seconde, secondo, however he could slice it, it still looked bad. so when he stomped back into the paddock with fire in his heart and a storm cloud over his head, the mechanics scattered.
they even went as far as to push you, their newest addition in front of max so they could get a head start away from mad max.
he looked down at you, something in his gaze left you a little shaky at the knees. this was your first race with the team, and you couldn't secure a win for max. it was almost embarrassing.
"i'm sorry, mister verstappen!" you pouted, "i'm really sorry! we tried to move as fast as possible, but i guess we couldn't keep up to mclaren." you worried about your job! you had just started, you were far from home and this was your dream to work for, "i'm so sorry!"
you almost had tears in your eyes, which deflated the anger from max's stance. he dropped his arms and looked at you. he replied, "there's nothing to be sorry about, it happens." as if he hadn't been on a losing streak for some time now.
your bottom lip quivered and your eyes grew watery, "this was your home race. and i'm just so sorry! i just wanted to do good, i wanted you to win!" a few tears fell and max was dumbfounded.
he was used to tearing into the mechanics and the engineers. he was used to snapping his words and letting rage consume him. instead he reached out for you, "hey, it's okay! don't cry. it's alright.'" he even wiped your tears away as your lip wobbled.
you got into his arms and gave him a bit hug. you looked at him and said, "i promise we'll win the next one! i promise!" even in those baggy coveralls you looked cute. if not beautiful.
max felt the anger disappear in his gut and he smiled at you, almost warm, "yes... yes we will." and when he patted you on the head and turned away and out of the paddock.
the other mechanics were in as much shock as you were. and while max would've loved to continue holding you, even reassuring you about the race in monza the following week. max was painfully hard from your brief interaction. it was like all the anger went to his cock and he needed to get out of there before he caused a scene.
back in the red bull motor home, max thought he was going to burst a blood vessel in his head. it was a pain to get into his jeans after he got out of his racing clothes. everything felt like a live wire, to go without masturbating for that long felt painful. especially when the source of his erection was playing in his read.
you smell like motor oil and warm vanilla, your touch was soft when you hugged him and that pretty face. even with the smear of grease on your face and the red bull cap on your head.
"mister verstappen." your voice rang in his head and he didn't even make it to the bed before his cock was in his hand. his palm covered in his spit as he sat on the couch and stroked himself still clothed.
he knew that the team had hired a new mechanic, but to see you in action made his brain feel almost rotten from the lust he felt. he barely paid attention to who was working on the car during the race but he knew you weren't working alone. and yet, you still carried all the responsibility for the team on your shoulders.
you poor thing. he continued to stroke his cock and he panted heavily at the feeling. thoughts of you were in his head as he pleasured himself. he wished you were there to do it for him. even if you wore you coveralls and covered in grease, if you were on your knees in front of him, your mouth on his cock as you pleasured him.
he wondered if you had even done that before. if you had any partners, or even one at the moment. he tried not to let the jealousy curl in his gut. he wasn't even sure, but he wouldn't have been surprised. you were beautiful, and who didn't love a gentle soul. you wanted max to win and max in turn felt towards you that he felt towards no other mechanic. he wanted you to work on his car, but also taking you out to dinner. to show you the finer things in life.
he wondered what colour panties you wore, and what cut. he knew you weren't wearing a thong, no when you were lifting heavy tires all day. he imagined something red, maybe a boy short. something that moved with the curves of your hips and thighs. he thought excited him, it really turned him on. made his face as red as he hoped that your panties would be.
how they'd curve to your ass, when you ran around the pit stop. how you would lift tools around. the strength to you. max liked models, but there was something about you the captivated him. and you didn't even know. you were just a humble mechanic, and you drove max wild.
he continued to stroke his cock heavily. he panted heavily as he felt his dark t-shirt cling to his back. his pace was quick up against his cock, he even spat on his hand once more to just to get the right friction. it was a head rush. he was not immune to masturbation, max did it almost daily if he had the time.
but to picture you in your bra and panties made him excited. hungry like a dog as he fucked his hand. he wished it was your pussy. he wished that he could bully the tip of his cock against you. he wished he could bend you in half and fuck you with a vigor that there were no other words for.
he wondered if you were loud, if he'd have to silence you with your panties. if he's have to cover your mouth or gag you, or would you just burst into tears like you did in the garage. the wet eyes,staring at him, promising that you'd do better next time. it made max want to fuck you even more. he wanted you every way he could have you.
"shit." he groaned through grit teeth as he continued to stroke his cock. he could feel his heart beat in his ears as he continued to masturbate. you were just a little thing, even with your skills as a mechanic, you were still so small. max felt he need to protect you.
he wanted to make sure you needed for nothing. he wondered if you'd have him as your lover. as your partner. the thought made him shudder as he continued to stroke his cock. he felt the head rush it all, he panted heavily as he stroked his cock.
his pace continued and he let himself get lost in the feeling. when it got overwhelming, he finished all over himself. your words rang in his mind, the promises you made. next time will be better. he'd win next time! and as cum dribbled all over his hand, he panted heavily with the head rush. he panted heavily and felt a shudder through climax. he wondered if you were touching yourself tonight, which made his cock twitch in his hand.
he was covered in cum at the waist and he felt hot all over. he rubbed his face with his free hand and for a moment felt in the post-orgasm shame. but it didn't last long.
with the after shivers of euphoria, he knew he had to do something. he couldn't be jerking off in private anytime he saw you. max was a man of action so after he cleaned himself off, he texted horner,
"i was wondering if i could properly meet with our new mechanic, show her the ropes. i think things will be promising with her." he tried to sound as professional as possible, but as thoughts of your watery eyes filled his mind. he knew he'd have to get himself off again soon. <3
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geto doubting himself :(
âEverything I touch turns to poison.â
 Geto Suguru loves nobody. His heart gave up years ago, unable to feel anything that wasnât a hunger sated only with power and vengeance against those civilian monkeys that believe theyâre better than everybody, yet are the worst thing that has graced this damned planet.
 âEverything I touch turns to poison.â
 The girls - those he rescued when they were barely kids, mistreated and abused by ignorants - are the live example of it: girls with a great talent, transformed into the perfect vessels to carry on his war plan against humans and sorcerers that stood in his way; girls that were just learning how to survive the worldâŠ
How did they end up?
 Geto Suguru is a broken person. A person that cannot be trusted. If he betrayed his best friend, how can somebody trust him? How can someone look at him in the eyes and see something worthy of appreciation and trust?
YouâŠ
How did you see it?
 No, the question must be reiterated: how is it that, despite everything, you took his blood-stained hand and kissed his knuckles, looking at him as if he was the most precious thing on Earth? How did you have the guts to stroke his hair and murmur sweet words into his ear when he felt his world falling apart on his shoulders while he was unable to do anything about it?
 âEverything I touch turns to poison.âÂ
 Itâs just a matter of time for your sweetness to turn sour, for the warmth of your hands to become as hot as lava; now comforting, it will become ardent and hurtful. Itâs just a matter of time that you realize heâs a farce. That now heâs not as sure of what he believes in, of what he wants to do.
 And maybe the answer lies in the most simple and obvious: he is the venom.
 He gets in your bloodstream and contaminates you, takes from you what he needs. Mixes in with your blood and controls your body. He spreads out and occupies every part of you until youâre useless to him, and then leaves you being a carcass of your former self.
 âEverything I touch turns to poison.â
 Thatâs why itâs best for him to get away and never come back. Leave a letter, at most, and never contact you again. Getting away is easy. He did it once with Satoru, whatâs doing it once more?
 But, really⊠Suguru is tired of running away. Heâs the strongest, isnât he? Then, why does his heart tremble whenever he thinks of being with you? With your infinite kindliness, he should be the one that refers to you with the utmost respect, like many others refer to him. With your beauty, he should cover his eyes whenever you pass by. Kneel to the floor with his forehead on the ground to avoid looking at you if he doesnât want to perish at the sight. He should be adoring you, and not the other way around.
 What have you done to this man? Youâve destroyed him, do you even notice? Do you notice how he tries to keep calm whenever youâre around but his eyes betray him? The eyes are the windows to the soul, or so artists say. Heâs presenting it to you entirely. He observes you, waiting - hoping - that your gaze finds his own and creates this click! he desperately desires.
 And when it finally happens, he canât help but ask himself if you feel as intensely as he does.
Does your heart beat like his?
Do you get goosebumps?
Do you feel your lungs burning inside you?
He can only hope you do.
 This intensity he feels, do you feel it too? But, then again - Geto Suguru is not someone who feels lightly.
 âEverything I touch turns to poison.â
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synopsis: unrequited love manifests itself as a beautiful disease
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character: zayne
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cw: first-person pov, university au, hanahaki disease, ANGST
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word count: 2k
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a/n: zayne my angsty king. who needs happy endings am i right??? (i'm so sorry)
Google Search: Why am I throwing up flowers??????
Hanahaki Disease (è±ćăç
(Japanese); íëíí€ëł (Korean); è±ćç
(Chinese)) is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings, or when the victim dies. The flowers can now be surgically removed, but all feelings towards the beloved will dissipate.
I already knew what it was. Everyone does. From the first tulip petal I coughed out while working on my essay, to the bouquet that came up from my lungs, covered in blood, just days later.
It was progressing rapidly as the days went on, and everytime I took a breath my lungs would constrict; the vines curling around them, crushing my breathing ability, and my heart.
At first, I tried to ignore it. Iâd go out with friends and attempt to go to class, but I felt embarrassed. Ashamed, even. I could feel their eyes on me, watching as I tried to smother my chokes in the middle of a lecture, only to have to dismiss myself to throw up a rose in the hallway.
Itâs not like I could go through campus and see him, the one who gave me this. I ignored his calls, ignored his texts. Not that they came often anyways.
âAre you okay?â
No, Zayne, do I look like Iâm okay? Iâm sitting in a pile of flower petals and my own blood on my bathroom floor.
Zayne. He was my childhood best friend, and growing up it always felt like I had to fight for an ounce of his attention. He was top of the class in highschool, popular with all the girls for being smart, stoic, and undeniably sexy. Not once did he entertain any of them, and it made them want him so much more. I was excited for college, thinking I could finally have him to myself, without feeling like I was sharing him with the whole school and his extra curriculars. I knew realistically heâd still lack the time for me, studying biology to go to med school, become a doctor, follow his dreams; and I would never be one to step in the way of that. I knew my place. I was just his best friend. I was aware there were boundaries I shouldnât cross.
At least, until now.
I remember the moment it hit me.
After days, weeks of begging him, I had finally convinced the introverted, brooding nerd to go to a stupid frat party. For the laughs, I had said, follow the college stereotypes. âYou only live once, Zayne!â He humored me, Iâll be grateful for that. Giving it barely an hour (and a few free drinks), he quickly got sick of everything, inviting me outside. We sat outside on the driveway, the cool air a breath of freshness compared to the stuffy, sweat smell from inside.
A dumb rap song played inside, and Zayne looked over to me.
âSlow dance with me.â
I smiled and rolled my eyes, knowing it was the alcohol talking and not him. Heâd regret this in the morning, and Iâd get a stern talking to.
He stood, reaching his hand out, narrowing his eyes. I took his hand, figuring the least I could do was indulge in this moment. For once, his attention was fully on me.
I laughed as we swayed together, a muffled remix of a shitty rap song as our only background music. Looking up at him, I questioned when he had grown up so much. His once round, soft face with chubby baby cheeks had matured into a sharp jawline and high cheekbones I thought about grazing my hand over. Behind his eyes wasnât a childish glint anymore, and I wondered how long ago that disappeared.
Pressing my face into his chest, I only felt us. One of his arms around my waist, the other holding my hand that was pressed against his shoulder. My free hand clutched his black jacket, like he would disappear into thin air, and my grasp was the only thing keeping him here.
To a passerby, it wouldâve looked like a movie; two college kids dancing together outside of a frat party, holding onto each other like itâs the end of a world. In the movie, the two best friends would confess to each other the next day. The boy would rush to the girl's door, with a bouquet of flowers, gasping for air, saying âI love you, I love you, I love you, I never realized that I did.â
But only I realized. Only I realized I loved him.
Zayne never showed up on my doorstep the day after he walked me home that night. The only flowers I got were the ones that filled my lungs.
I refused to speak to him. I wasnât mad at him, why would I be? It was my fault for forgetting my boundaries. For forgetting the rules. For thinking I had a chance since all the little highschool girls no longer followed him around like lost dogs. For once thinking that I was no longer his side character, for thinking maybe I could be his love interest in his story.
What would I say to him if we did speak? I couldnât hide what was growing inside my chest. I couldn't hide my split lips from the thorns, or my scratchy voice. The dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, too busy catching up on work from missed classes and not getting a break from coughing or vomiting. Tell him I was sick? Heâd scold me for not taking care of myself, that I need to rest and eat properly. I didnât want to hear it, scolding me for something he caused. His concern would only grow when I would accidentally cough up a flower in front of him.
Would he ask who I loved? Or would he just look right through me and tell me I needed to get the surgery to fix all of this. âNobody is worth that kind of illnessâ Heâd say bluntly.
I knew I couldnât face him. Not knowing if he even cares, yet knowing that the way I look at his face is different from the way he looks at mine. How he sees his future with someone who isnât me.
âWhat are you going to do?â I was hanging out with a friend from one of my classes, Tara. She was the only person I felt like I could confide in about all of this.
We were hanging out at one of the campus coffee shops when I told her. It was a good day for my lungs, after almost overdosing on decongestants and ibuprofen.
âIâm not sure.â Twirling my spoon in my cup, I avoided her eyes. âItâs not like I can get the surgery. I canât afford it.â
She looked me up and down, and I felt as if she could see into my soul. She did, Tara was like that.
âCan your pockets not afford it, or can you not afford it?â
Tara was right. I could afford the surgery, my university healthcare covered the surgery since students caught the disease so often;
But my heart couldnât afford it.
It had gotten so used to loving Zayne, it would feel empty without the compassion for him. I feared I may act differently, lacking all love for him. Would he even notice?
I quickly made up my mind, looking out the window - seeing the person I dreaded the most.
Zayne sat outside in a car on the other side of the street, and I could only tell it was him if I stared hard enough. He was holding the hands of a girl I had seen around campus. Zayne had briefly mentioned her a few times, talking about the assignments theyâd work on together, and I never thought too much of it.
He brought their hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand, and each of her knuckles. His face was gentle, a look I had never seen on him before. She giggled, and I wondered what it would be like to be her. To have him stare at me with all the love in the world, to be able to feel his soft pink lips I had stared at so many times, wishing to just touch, to just feel. To be on the receiving side of his care, his compassion, no more blunt harsh responses and stern looks.
âHey-â
I turned back to Tara, and coughed up a flower on the table, and I choked back a sob. Tears threatened to poor, but I couldnât embarrass myself more than I had with the bloody peony in front of me. She came around the table and hugged me, and I mumbled through quivering lips, âCan you take me home please?â
That night the girl had made it official that she and Zayne were dating. All the pictures on social media, the hearts that their friends commented on each other's posts. A disgruntled feeling made my chest spasm, any time Iâd post a picture of Zayne heâd make me take it down immediately.
The morning of my surgery, I got up and put on my favorite sweater Zayne had gotten me for my sixteenth birthday.
âI got it for you last month when you stared at it in the shopâs window.â He smiled when he saw my excitement, one of the rare moments I could see his lips turn upward.
On my walk to the bus stop, I saw him sitting there. Once he looked up and saw me, he stood.
âWhere have you been?â Zayne looked at me and frowned. I suppressed the immediate urge to roll my eyes.
âI never see you around campus. Youâre never in your usual spots, and I texted you. I was supposed to help you study. Are you still attending your classes?â Even after not seeing each other for weeks, he still found a way to shame me. His eyes hard, lips pressed together into a tight line, I wasnât even sure he was happy to see me.
The bus pulled up.
âAre you going to take the bus?â I asked him, avoiding his gaze.
He shook his head, âNo, Iâm waiting for-â
âYeah, okay. I have to go.â
âWait,â I turned around to him. It had begun to snow, so the small flakes sparkled on his head in the early morning light like glitter. He always loved winter, the snow.
He stared at me for a few seconds before shaking his head, changing his mind.
I nodded. âIâll see you, Zayne.â Saying his name felt like acid on my tongue.
Turning around without taking another look at him, I boarded the bus.
Two days later, when I finally came home from my surgery, the only difference I could tell at first was that my chest didnât hurt anymore. I could finally breathe again without feeling like I was choking on air. The doctors gave me a bag of all the flowers that they collected out of me, and at first I refused to look at them.
Yet as soon as I got home, I felt compelled to sit on my floor and sort through them.
I made piles of each flower, twirling them in my fingers before placing them in their designated places. Some had long vines that I used to tie them together into a crown.
After I finished, I spotted a jacket under my bed. I pulled it out to see it was the black jacket he wore the night we danced together outside that stupid party.
I took a deep breath of it, wishing I would feel the same way I did that night;
But I felt nothing.
It was now just a jacket. He was now just Zayne.
I put it on, wrapping it tightly around my body. I nestled the flowers along my head like a crown of thorns.
Looking at the girl in the mirror, staring at her with her blood stained flower crown, I broke down.
(divider by cafekitsune)
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ROSES ౚৠâ a L.HS drabble.
SYPNOSIS : Heeseung and Y/N had once shared a love so deep and intense, it was like a living, breathing thing. Every moment they spent together was like a petal on a rose, fragile and fleeting, yet impossibly beautiful. They had been young, reckless, and wildly in love. They had promised each other forever, foolishly believing that nothing could come between them.
â . ă»But life, as it often does, had other plans.
PAIRING : exbf!heeseung x exgf!reader
WARNING(s) : reader bleeds from the thorns of a rose , drabble
WC : 713
They had drifted apart, the world pulling them in different directions, their love fading slowly like a rose wilting in the sun. But the memories remained, like thorns that dug deep into their hearts, a constant reminder of what they had once had and what they had lost. Every time Heeseung looked at a rose, he was reminded of Y/N, of the sweet memories they had shared. He missed the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin, the scent of her hair. Sometimes it felt like he was drowning in his own sadness, like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of longing and regret.
They had tried to move on, to find happiness with other people. But those relationships had always paled in comparison to what they had shared. They had found themselves constantly comparing every new love to the intense connection they had once had, and always coming up short.
But despite everything, they had been unable to completely let go of each other. There was always a part of them that still longed for each other, like the lingering scent of a rose that refuses to fade. Heeseung would find himself listening to sad songs, imagining what life would be like if they were still together. Y/N would dream of Heeseung's smile, wake up with a sense of emptiness in her heart. One day, Heeseung was walking through a flower market when he came across a small, perfect rose. It was a soft blush-pink color, the petals a velvety texture. As he looked at it, memories flooded his mind. A picnic under a rose-covered arbor. Y/N, laughing and carefree, her hands covered in rose thorns. He reached out and touched the soft petals, his heart aching with longing.
Y/N happened to be walking by the same flower market, her eyes scanning the array of colorful blossoms. And then she saw it - a single rose that looked like it was begging to be picked. Its petals were a deep, rich red, the thorns sharp and demanding. As she looked at it, she remembered a night under the stars, Heeseung's arms wrapped around her, his lips against her neck.
Without thinking, she reached out and plucked the rose from its stem. The thorns pricked her skin, leaving behind tiny pinpricks of blood. As she looked at the injured finger, she felt a pang in her heart. She didnât even know why she had picked the rose. It was as if it had been calling out to her, like a beacon of the past. Y/N cradled the rose in her hands, staring down at the blood staining her fingers. For a moment, she just stood there, lost in thought. And then, as if she was being pulled by an invisible force, she began walking.
Her footsteps were purposeful, driven by an instinct she couldn't explain. She knew exactly where she was going, even though she hadnât consciously made the decision to go there. Before she knew it, she was standing outside a familiar building. It was the apartment complex where Heeseung lived. Y/N hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. What was she doing here? What was she hoping to achieve?
She clutched the rose tighter, the thorns digging into her skin. It was foolish, she knew. She had promised herself that she wouldnât see him again, that she would move on. But here she was, unable to resist the pull towards him. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, steeling herself. She pressed the buzzer for Heeseung's apartment. For a moment, there was no response, and she began to wonder if he was even home. And then, to her surprise, the door opened, and Heeseung stood there, looking as handsome as ever. He stared at her in disbelief, his eyes widening at the sight of her holding the rose, the blood trickling from her wounded finger.
"Y/N," he said, his voice soft. "What are you doing here?" He sounded confused, and maybe a little bit hopeful. He looked at the rose in her hand, his gaze drifting to her injured finger.
She held up the rose, the petals stained with her blood. "I donât know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I felt like I had to come here. Like I needed to see you." He stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. As she entered the apartment, she felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. Everything looked the same as it had when they'd been together - the worn-down leather sofa, the photographs lining the walls.
He guided her to the sofa, his hand gently at her back. He gestured for her to sit down, and sat down next to her. He took her injured finger in his hand, examining the wounds from the thorns. He gently ran his finger over the wounds, his touch soft and tender. "Youâre bleeding, Y/N," he said, his voice low. "You should be more careful." She just nodded, her heart racing. The feeling of his hand on her skin was sending ripples of electricity through her body. She hadn't realized how much she had missed the sound of his voice, the way he said her name.
He looked at her for a long moment, his gaze searching. "Why are you here, Y/N?" He repeated the question, his tone softer now. "Why did you come here tonight?" She didnât know how to answer. How could she explain the inexorable pull that had led her here? How could she describe the aching longing in her heart? âI donât know,â she repeated, her voice thick with emotion. âI just...I wanted to see you.â
He took the rose from her hands, his fingers brushing against hers. He examined it, his expression unreadable. The silence between them was heavy, charged with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. "This rose," he said, breaking the silence, "itâs just like us." He looked up at her, his eyes sad. "Beautiful on the outside, but with thorns that bite when you get too close." She nodded, understanding. It was a perfect metaphor for their relationship. So much beauty and joy, mixed with pain and heartache. A thorny love that left deep, lasting scars.
He set the rose down on the coffee table, his eyes never leaving her face. He placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb tracing a path over her skin. "Y/N," he said, and she could hear the aching in his voice. "I never stopped thinking about you."
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- sorry guys this isnât what i usually do i just felt like no smut for tdâŠ.. and i was also really lazy :(( i was gonna continue it but then i was like umm NO! anw thank you SOSOSOSOSOSO much for over 100 likes on BOTH of my other posts and 18 followers! ily all so muchđđđ
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Grabbed this one and shared it in discord, but I will share it here too because in terms of voice acting and animations, I feel like this scene is not talked about enough! I love him so much, your honor. đ„șđ€
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate 3 spoilers#bg3 spoilers#astarion#astarion ancunin#bg3 durge#durgestarion#tavstarion#sorry my man erys having his chest out during serious convos#that's just how he is#bluerose games#bluerose screenshots#i feel like this is such an important conversation to have with him#even if you don't intend on going through with it#also sorry not sorry but not cleaning him up for cutscenes#tw blood#he's so beautiful even when covered in blood#it's really not fair
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i cracked the code.
#believing dirk is the worst guy because its what dirk thinks of himself#ignoring daves bisexuality and think hes a gay man in denial even when he explained hes bisexual#believing john 'im not a homosexual' egbert is explicitly straight while he makes out with his mcconahey and cameron posters more#than he kissed women(literally only once)#believing that rose is an edgy psyhcotic little bitch when she was neglected. she speaks elegantly to cover that shes silly and a total ner#and how did people forget that rose also writes gay wizard fanfiction. reads Wikipedia. and her beautiful artstyle as a result of neglect#(and by neglect meaning having SO MUCH TIME to draw)#jake wasnt into dirk. he also told di that he didnt like how brobot getting touchy with him during strifes#but as part of the repression 4(prospit kids). he refused on changing the bot settings#what jane said about roxy being better when she was drunk. it was fucking sarcasm. its the least insane shit you could say to a best friend#all the kids have issues and of course people get mad over a girl being sarcastic.#when KARKAT said THE SAME THING to rose when she was drunk on the meteor nobody bats an eye#trolls are just grey humans that are bugs. he doesnt get an excuse for being an alien. humans were made from KARKATS BLOOD#jade isnt all silly girl and is so FULL OF HATE towards the trolls. she called karkat a fuckass (VERY FUNNY) to do her a favor#âjade would rather have punched karkat in the fact then had a pleasent conversation with him.â#âshe viewed the trolls as rude mean and cruel. and even thought that nepeta was just making fun of her.#despite it being that nepeta just wanted to roleplay and have fun."#dred.loki#I HAVE YET TO ADD MORE. THESE ARE JUST NOTES#homestuck#chss
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geralt is also a most real depiction of good quality fatherhood and great girldad representation because EVEN THOUGH witchers donât even experience aging at the same rate as non-GMO humans, EVEN THOUGH it would be âbiologically impossible,â
geralt having had been raising a pre-teen girl for maybe a few months to a year already âgave the impression of having aged,â his âface slashed by wrinkles.â the emotional toll on this man from raising she-devil ciri
and this is only the very beginning of the saga. BEFORE everything goes to shit. the wrinkles have set in
#i know this is description is colored by trissâ⊠[sighs] aroused⊠point of view#but the lines in the second screenshot are such a good description of him come on đ„ș#same with when cahir sees ciri then him at thanedd#itâs not canon but please also apply to yennefer post-thanedd đ#can you imagine geralt and yennefer reuniting at stygga castle and yennefer only got even more MILFy#sorry. who said that#itâs actually surprising that when geralt frees her from her shackles#we donât get a paragraph about how he was down bad. not the time geralt but you know he would be thinking âravishingâ#meanwhile yennefer is covered in blood and bruises and her hands are fucked from torture and geraltâs still adoring her beauty#yennefer: at her most undignified | geralt: i would worship her#yes yes i know they were defeated and horribly empty at stygga castle#but iâm just saying despite it all the love and attraction persisted. despite IT ALL#you know like they changed so much and got even more fucked up and traumatized#well iâm just raising my hand to say well also they also got sexier.#actually fuck it remember she appears like a titaness for a brief moment. her short queen REALNESS#like i do think geralt deciding to split up is what further doomed the hanza (they were already doomed but you know)#(it was very scooby doo of him to do that)#(on the way there) âangoulĂȘme sees stygga on the cliffside jutting out above the lake: what?! that creepy castle⊠nuh-uhâŠ#milva: ⊠would you do it for a bump of fisstech? | angoulĂȘme: ⊠| milva: two bumps of fisstech?#um anyways#i was going to say that âonce geralt freed yennefer it was OVERRR for vilgefortz and skellen and co#BOOO you were all fucked. woman unleashed#remember when bonhart attacks yennefer it is like a lion and a panther in the cell#geralt just unleashed the panther on them#they really should have had yennefer under stronger security like i guess vilgefortzâ misogyny really was the death of him#that is also kind of true because he dies because of geraltâs amulet from fringilla#so it was literally because of several women and a girl and also a vampire that he triumphs#you know when you put dandelion with a group of women it feels like a fox in a henhouse. even if said fox is stupid and gets kicked#however putting regis with a group of women is something like the angel that appeared to mary#the elbow-high diaries
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Dont be angry, Finnula said. Be smart.
#Chapter 23#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Elide Lochan#Finnula#no spoilers pls first read along w me chapter spoilers in post & tags below w more annotations/quotes/notes/reacts/perspective 3 of 4#The City of Rivers⊠can Aelin get a City of Fire? cuz that would be cool & Elide already said âfear was another companion it canât be worse#IT WAS LORCANS SHIRTđ & he cared so much he lied so sheâd use it from Gavriel/Rowanđ OH ELORCANđđđ#Yet this place seemed like a paradise. WHATS REAL? is it a Maeve illusion⊠but it sounds lovely; like Rowan could just fly aroundđ#Pink and blue flowers draped from windowsills; little canals wended between some of the streets ferrying people in bright long boats.#And though a good dose of fear would aid in her cover too much would spell her doom. -smart clever spy gal Annabeth Chase would be proud#And this city Rowan had told Elide had been built from stone to keep Brannon or any of his descendants from razing it to the ground.#when u know ur evil cuz you had to build in a backup plan for the day Brannons peeps eventually come to shut that shit down⊠my poor Aelin#Elide fought the limp that grew with each step farther into the city--farther away from Gavriel's magic⊠or Lorcanâsđđđ€đ€š#okay Elide I see your mirror mirror Aos moves with the berry listen and compact trick she can do it with a broken heart#cycle. She hadn't been able to find the words anyway. Not with what it would crumple in her chest to even think them. WELL NOW IM CRUMPLED#As if she'd been weeping for weeks⊠yeah that fits the KoA vibes#But it wasn't the reflection she wanted to see. But rather the square behind her. â BRILLIANT QUEEN â lol thx Lorcan for having a mirror#if only anything could be a witch mirror then they could all cell chat and communicate cause the travel time in this one is rough#she was merely staring into a compact mirror no more than a self-conscious girl trying to fix her frazzled appearance â she is the best spy#A girl trying to muster some dignity. Let them see what they wanted to see-A girl far out of her element in this lovely well-dressed city#cornflower blue ALWAYS THESE SHADES#her golden-brown skin shone with an inner light. Her eyes were soft with kindness. And concern.#had always made them foolishly off guard and eager to get away. To tell her what she needed to know. â funny 2 watch Elide do this after HoF#The sort of voice Elide had always imagined great beauties possessing the sort of voice that made men fall all over themselves.#Cairn. One of the males swore; the other scanned Elide from head to toe. But the two females had gone still. â agreed heâs the worst#the portrait of hopeâyeah childâs right cause noâElide always naming peâopleâIf you escaped Cairn don't go looking for him again.âtrue#Cairn is blood-sworn to our queen. Still makes him a prick TRUTH â doesnât need to be a far to catch the lie â WHERE IS SHE DAMNIT#She was about to do it again wheen⊠The dark-haired beauty from the tavern was standing behind her. â SHIT#Maeve was not in Doranelle. How long would that remain true? Had to make the next performance count. â how many had she done this already?đ„čđ
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the forgotten god and the one who brought him back
ugly sketchy. i meant to include emmet and akari and rei but. its 1 am and i chose to stop here lol
#khan a.#god au#will i upload more of this to tumblr? uncertain#tldr khan was the god of family + protection + vengeance#the god of doing anything and going to any length for those you loved#he had followers but most preferred the more appealing kinds of love. the beautiful devotion. the innocent protection.#they didn't want the ferocity and blood khan would bring#and so those who followed him gradually changed to those who only worshipped his darker nature and caused it to grow#until khan becomes known as the god of bloody retribution and it hurts him bc he's NOT supposed to be like this.#its what he's been made into and he knows its wrong but without a follower to change it he is stuck. those who follow him dont care for#his original purpose. and so he suffers and grows angrier and darker and more hateful for so long#until someone discovers an ancient text and worships him as he should have been. as he had been when he was young and new.#that person being (drumroll) ingo!#ingo and his family are being threatened by a person/god and he is willing to do anything to keep them safe. so he goes digging#investigating and searching and talking to those who worship until he hears tell of a god of familial protection#(they're just rumors. there's no solid evidence or proof that such a god ever existed. until.)#what he gets is... not what he was expecting.#khan is covered in scars and hateful towards this new worshiper. he doesn't trust ingo. he's too used to bloodshed.#and ingo is regretting this decision. he knows of khan. he knows of the god's reputation. but.#BUT.#the text he found specifically said the offerings and prayer were for the god of family and protection (and vengeance)#and that. that is what he needs.#so it's with reluctance that he begins treating khan as his god and with even greater reluctance that khan deigns to treat him as a followe#BUT. then khan meets his family. his brother and uncle and adopted kids.#he meets the god that has threatened them. a younger god than himself but full and fit and fat on worship.#and well. ingo had said he would do anything to protect his family.#khan hopes he's ready that 'anything' to be incredibly bloody and violent. he's used to the violence.#he's known as a remorseless killer anymore#and he is. but they have no idea just how FAR khan will go for the family of his followers. of HIS family.#he's going to make his most recent actions look like child's play.
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nerd!choso who is so unknown at school that people go, âwho?â when heâs mentioned. youâre pretty sure that only five people knew who he even was.
nerd!choso who is most definitely the president of some club like chess or dead poets society. he saw you at the club fair and fell in love
he thinks he went to heaven when you approach his table at club rush. yuji, although not in chess, was helping choso recruit people since his poor brother was too shy to talk to anyone. you go up to your friend yuji, making small talk with him.
âiâve never played chess, yujiâ, you giggled
âmy brother can teach you!â
you glanced over at choso, not even noticing him at first. he was.. pretty. not pretty as in a way your friends would giggle at you when they saw you in a new outfit, not pretty as in the comments you got under your instagram post, but he was a natural beauty.
yuji had to snap you out of it. of course he noticed though, the way you two looked at each other.
nerd!choso who teaches you how to play chess, not letting the two other members of the small club play with you.
nerd!choso who helps you study, helps you carry textbooks, and helps you with midterms and any exams you have.
nerd!choso who has a nosebleed when you give him a small peck on the cheek when he finally confesses to you after months of pining for you.
you two had been studying in his dorm, comfortable with each other as your head was leaning against his shoulder as you two relished in each otherâs presence.
âi like you.â
âoh! i like you tââ
âno. i like you.â
you turn to him. a small smile creeping onto your face. you didnât say anything, only pressing a short kiss on his cheek. he immediately freezes up, his hands turning clammy and sweaty.
âiâuh..â
then, a trickle of blood comes from his nose, dripping onto his cupidâs bow.
âoh my god, cho!â, you gasped as you jump up, running to grab a tissue from his nightstand where he also kept a picture of you two and a bottle of lotion
you leaned in, wiping his nose attentively. as you chide and nurse him while mumbling, choso canât help but stare down to take a peep at your tank top. he could see the valley of your boobs and the top of your bra. he choked, letting out a startled gasp before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
he knocked out cold on the spot
nerd!choso who keeps a special picture of you in his wallet. heâll be at his chess club meetings, at lectures, out with his family, and he keeps a hand on his wallet, knowing youâre in there.
the picture was a polaroid he took with your camera, your eyes were just out of frame but he could see a portion of your fucked out face, his cum dripping from your mouth and splattered on your cheeks. you were completely naked and sprawled out on his bed in his childhood home
it was almost funny how a hot goddess of a girl was naked, covered in his cum, and sprawled out, pussy on display on his old lego ninjago bedsheets.
nerd!choso who dedicates every single one of his orgasms to you. if you were with him, heâd find a way to cum inside you. in your mouth or your pussy, heâs find a way inside. of course, heâd also opt for cumming on your tits or on your face, he wasnât greedy. but what he really wants, is to cum inside your cute little ass! heâs too shy to ask, of course, but the day would come eventually
if you werenât here though, heâd pull up his personal secret album for you, filled photos and videos with shots of under your skirt, through the crack of your bedroom, from your window, when you just walking around with a tank top. he loved it all.
but his favorites were videos youâd allowed him to take while he was fucking you from the back or in missionary. he loved watching them on repeat, never getting bored of them. after a while, he gained the courage to show you as well.
you checked your phone to see a notification from your boyfriend and gasped when you opened it.
it was an image of the picture he kept of you beside his bed, covered in his semen. in the corner of the photo was his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
âi miss you đ€â
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#choso kamo x reader smut#choso kamo smut#choso kamo x reader#choso kamo#choso x you#choso x reader#choso smut#jjk choso#jjk x you#rina thinking đ
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Golden Boy - G.S.
Synopsis. Falling right back in love with the cult leader youâre supposed to kĂll? Happens more often than youâd think.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x ReaderÂ
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, friends/lovers to enemies to lovers, oral (fem receiving), facesĂtting, creampĂe, slight Gojo x Reader, running away from it, Suguru is so SOOO in love still, unprotected, spĂtting, kinda angsty, hurt/comfort, mentions of bIood and knĂves, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.4k
A/N. I was listening to fantasmas while writing this so take that how you will LMAO.
The difficult part, surprisingly, wasnât infiltrating Geto Suguruâs Time Vessel Association. No, a few faux tears, a decoy curse, and you were in - stepping through his grandiose hideout. The difficult part was convincing yourself that you were here to kill him.Â
Something that utterly foolish little part of yourself still had trouble believing - even when you had a knife to his throat.Â
âAny last words?â you spit, muffled through your mask, thankful for the way it covers up just how much your voice shakes. Maybe because of the way his lips curl into a familiar smile, maybe from his cool dagger pressing against the back of your neck.
Seconds away from a bloodbath.Â
You donât know if youâre breathing - or if he is either. Eyes locked on the way Sugur- your target only raises his hand up, up, up - getting ready to strike. To kill. Only youâd get him first and-
Snip!
Youâre not dead. But you might as well have been, because your mask falls onto the tatami mat with a deafening clatter.Â
âYouâre as beautiful as the day I lost you.â
Itâs hard not to remember.Â
âYou donât have any right to say that.â your knees tighten around where you had him straddled to the ground. Your hand pinning one of his down, blade digging deeper into Suguruâs pale neck - eyeing the slow, steady drop of blood that beads down it. âDidnât think youâd remember me, either.â
With your mask now no longer on your face, you could traitorously take in that relaxed grin - as if your life wasnât in his hands right now. As if he didnât care.Â
Suguruâs hair was much longer now, splayed out across the floor inkily. Circling around his broad shoulders, around the eyes that were just a bit harder than they were ten years ago. And yet, you catch the way they flicker briefly with something so raw as he whispers gently, âHow could I ever forget my first love?â
So quiet that you couldâve blamed it on your imagination - and you wish you did.Â
Itâs so unfair.Â
Unfair how you let out a gasp, despite yourself. Unfair how you were the best sword wielder that Jujutsu had to offer, yet your fingers tremble on your knife. Heart stuttering at the mere sight of the way his eyes crinkle with the beginnings of a smile. Pleading, like all he could see was you from what felt like a thousand lifetimes ago.Â
Those golden years. Back when rare Susanoomon cards were what youâd fight over, and the only stains heâd wipe off were from the grassy grounds of Jujutsu High, still faint underneath the encrusted blood on that uniform nestled away deep in his wardrobe.
You manage to grit out, âShut up. You left me- us.â
âI did.â
Like it was all he wanted to see.Â
âYou never loved me.â
âI do.â
Your voice is shrill at this point, words stumbling over each other. âYouâve massacred more people than youâve saved.â
Suguru wastes no time denying - or in any niceties. Looking right into your absolutely crazed eyes as he answers, âI have.â And his answer rings so hollow and emotionless in your ears, cold-blooded. Absolutely nothing like the boy you remembered. The one that would laugh and steal you away to take you around campus on his bicycle, all because the next class was âtoo farâ.
âI- fuck.â You place both hands on the hilt of your blade, distantly registering the way that Suguru lets his own drop onto the floor. âI should kill you- I should kill you right now.â
Just one flick of your wrist. Fast and simple.Â
In and out - exactly like youâd been ordered to.Â
âAnd to die by your hand would be a death that someone like me doesnât deserve.â
You both jolt when your knife hits the ground - as if neither of you were expecting it. And before you can stop yourself, youâre fisting his thick robes, pulling Suguruâs face up closer to yours. Mere inches away.Â
âThen- then Iâll-â you choke, a hand coming up to dig into the sides of his milky neck, leaving neat, red indents on his skin. âIâll kill you with my own hands, Suguru.â
And heâs known you for years - would never admit it, but was by your side for only half as long as heâd watched over you.Â
Saw - only from a distance -Â those big fat tears you cried at graduation, the curve of your lips as you pulled a very reluctant Nanami into a hug outside his new office building. The steely look in your eyes meeting Satoruâs much softer one, telling him first how youâre going into teaching. And the smile on your face when you thought of who else might have, too. If heâd gotten the chance.
Always hidden.
Never so close to this frenzied glint in your gaze, a tiny sob threatening to escape your lips. Never like this - and yet, he never thinks youâve looked so beautiful.Â
But what would someone like him know about beauty, anyway?
You flinch as Suguru reaches a hand up to thumb away the furrow between your brows, catching on the single, stray tear sitting at your cheekbone. Whispering - so low that you involuntarily crane your head closer to hear - âStill such a crybaby.â
âAnd youâre still going to be the death of me.â
Soft - Suguruâs lips are as soft as you imagined. And itâs not exactly the tender, picture-perfectly romantic first kiss his teenage self dreamt up with you, but fuck if he wasnât going to remember this like it was.Â
Perfect.Â
Pretty lips smothering yours, all slow and sensual. Drinking in those deliciously breathless gasps of yours as he sucks on your candied lips.Â
You gasp, âSuguru.â and it comes out teary. Making you finally register the wetness rolling down your cheeks, glistening against the dim lighting. You tighten your grip around his neck, âThis wonât fix-â
âI know.â Fuck, does he know better than anyone else.Â
A hand slides up your forearm, the other cupping your face to pull you closer. Heâs running his hot tongue along your cheek, pooling your salty tears on his lips. âBut let me make you forget - if just for tonight. Please.â
The only answer Suguru gets is your fingers leaving his neck, dancing feather-light across his sculpted shoulders to slide under his robe. Feeling the smooth plane of his pecs underneath your palm, that traitorously thundering heartbeat he wishes he could slow down. âKiss me.â
âFuck.â he pants into your open mouth. The sight of your glossy, slightly puffy lips having him surge forward to reattach his with yours with a pained grunt. âGod- jusâ a bit more, my love.â
Again. And again and again- like he was addicted.Â
Heâd always been, with you, anyway.
You let out a sinful sound of his name when Suguru kisses down your neck, lips slotting over your racing pulse. Throbbing and so real under his lips, remembering how he used to feel this song under his arms long before.Â
âOh- shit.â you moan, when his now rougher - larger - hands sneak underneath your crumpled shirt, deftly unbuttoning. Unbuckling. Impatient. âSugu-â
A hoarse groan leaves him, only spurring him to all but rip the rest of your uniform off your body faster.Â
And at the first sight of you clad in nothing but your panties, Suguruâs kiss-bitten lips are falling slack. Brows shooting up into the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead now, âBeen missing out, hm?â Heâs dipping a hand down to run the back of his index along your clothed, puffy folds. Up and down. âReally been-â Heart clenching when he remembers the way Satoru now looks at you with a familiar glint. One he knew all too well. â-missing out, my love.â
Youâre only trailing your fingers along his cheek - his neck, grazing over that little mark from your blade. He groans - maybe from your touch, probably from the way youâre dragging your cunt across that massive bulge underneath you. âPlease, Suguru. Wanâ you.âÂ
And if Geto Suguru has spent ten years denying himself, surely he could sacrifice it for the way he lifts your stuttering, sloppy hips up so easily. All the way up until they were hovering over his mouth, hot breath hitting your clothed cunt.Â
âWanna taste you.â he groans, spying on the way your slick beads through your panties. âWanâ see if youâre as hah- sweet as I imagined. Please.â
And heâs obsessed with the way youâre sinking yourself down so gently, cock jumping at the thought of you afraid youâd suffocate him - as if you didnât have your blade at his throat just minutes ago.
âFuuuck, donât worry, pretty.â he groans, soft darting to lick at the juices smeared across your inner thighs. âSome more now. Put it all on me, I can take it- fuck-â
Your syrupy sweet cunt has Geto losing whateverâs left of his fucking restraint, dark eyes rolling to the back of his head because you were so sweet. So pretty looking down at him with your glassy eyes. So addictive. He moans, chest heaving as he breathes in your essence. âWhat happened to that feist from earlier? Gonna hafta do a lilâ more than that now.â
âB-but-â
Itâs at this moment you realize that at any given moment Suguru couldâve easily taken the upper hand. A hand of his pulls down your hesitant hips, swollen lips against your covered ones in such a filthy kiss.Â
He hums into your folds, bunching your panties between them. âMmm. Shit- jusâ like I imagined.â Hot tongue dipping just underneath the flimsy fabric to feel out your sloppy entrance, âBetter, even. Jusâ look how well youâre taking me, pretty.â
But you donât - too scared to find out that youâd like the sight more than you should. How you wished you could go back to the golden days where it didnât matter - wasnât a matter of life and death. And something else entirely.Â
And this dilemma has Suguruâs brows furrowing, sharp canines lightly nipping at one of your swollen folds. Wanting to see how itâs him - despite everything, itâs still him making you feel this way. âNone of that now.â
RIP!
With this you have to look down, a desperate whine leaving your stupid mouth at the fucking sinful sight down below. Your panties now a tattered excuse in between Suguruâs teeth, baring them with such a devilish grin right up at you.Â
âSee?â he spits out the fabric onto the floor beside him, half-lidded eyes peering up at you so sultry. Looking right at you as his tongue lolls out, spreading your bare, needy folds shamefully. âIsnât this much better?â
âHngh- fuck, yes-â you slide your fingers through his now-messy hair, falling out of that half-bun. Jolting on top with each push of his tongue past that feeble ring of resistance, the lewd squelches leaving you with each graze of the wet muscle against your walls. âShit- Suguru it feels too good. So deep ngh-â
He swats a hand against your ass, making you sit your slutty hips down deeper, all the way till Suguruâs jaw was grinding so greedily against your cunt. Tongue bullying past your folds in and out in and out in and-
âGod- hah-â heâs pulling away to gasp deep lungfuls of air - secondary, to the way he was back immediately to making out so hotly with your tight pussy. âMmm fuck. This cute lil cunt is so needy. Sâlike youâre trynna suck my tongue off.â Thumb reaching up to draw slow, languid circles that have you throwing your head back. âSo perfect.â
Your delirious mouth is dropping open, body moving before your mind as you strain to reach your hand behind. Trembling. Shaky when you manage to cup Suguruâs aching erection.Â
âG-guess mânot the only one ah- needy, hm?â you smirk, having him bucking and spitting out harsh little profanities with each rub of your palm down his drenched length.Â
Suguru doesnât give you a response - because his fingers are speaking on his behalf. Dipping into your sloppy hole, locating your g-spot, as if on instinct. Heâs milking your pretty cunt while he roams for those sweet spots. Lips muffling around your throbbing clit, âYouâre always right, my love. You always were.â
And his words are so gentle - mouth so sloppy. Squelches so obscene.Â
Nose pressing up at the top of your abdomen, cheeks hollowing wetly around the sensitive nub. Letting your juices drip all the way down his chin, his jaw, dangerously close to that cut on his neck.Â
The hand sliding back and forth across the swollen outline of his cock had Suguru get more frenzied. Faster. Like it was his personal mission to make you cum on his tongue before he fucking passed out.Â
Penetrating your gummy hole with both his fingers and his tongue, spreading it open more. And itâs all you can do to keen, âOh- oh my god.â Riding Suguruâs pretty face harder. âShit- mâclose, Suguru.â
âAlways right.â he gasps, swiping his tongue faster across your clit. âAlways perfectâ Alternating between squeezing back into your hole, your sweet spots. Stretching out your gummy walls as far as theyâd go. âAlways made fâme.â Assaulting it with both his fingers and his tongue. Again. And again and again and- âJusâ wish I got to have you sooner.â
His words make you snap your eyes up from his mean mouth to meet his gaze, devouring you as greedily and depraved as his tongue. They make your thighs burn with the effort to drag your sloppy pussy faster.
They make you cum - shaking, crying out little mewls of âNgh- fuck. Mâcumming mâcumming mâcumming.â
The way your voice is breaking at the end of each moan has Suguruâs cock straining so painfully against his trousers. One hand firmly on your waist, arching you deeper to tongue you through your high in ways heâs only ever dared to imagine.Â
Ways heâs selfishly hoped only he could - even after all these years, the sight of any other man looking at you wrong having his irritation flaring.Â
âSâright.â his voice is sending stars bursting behind your lids, tongue even worse. Having you pleading and so sensitive. âI got you, my love. Give it tâme.â Messy - not as forgiving as heâd like to be. âGive it alllll to me.â
And you do - all but smothering Suguruâs eager tongue with all your sweet juices. Ones heâs lapping up happily, tilting his head back as far as itâd go on the floor, letting your heady slick fill up his throat. His pussydrunk lips let out a hiss, both at the burn of that cut on his neck, and the way youâre desperately pulling your hips back.Â
Too overstimulated. Too fucking sensitive. Too much - but it would never be enough for Suguru.Â
âPlease, Suguru.â you sob at the way your limp hips are being pulled back by a needy Suguru. âMâtoo sensitive. I- fuck-â Heâs only lapping at your quivering cunt leisurely, smirk prominent against your swollen folds.Â
And itâs all you can do to deliriously slip a hand underneath his robes, a desperate attempt to keep whatever shred of sanity you have left. Fingers feeling down his unfairly toned abs, the tufts of hair at his pelvis, reaching-
âOh fuck!â Your heavy eyes admire the way Suguru arches into your touch in surprise - like he couldnât help himself. Eyes flying open, glossy, plump lips curling into a disbelieving grin, âYa really are made fâme, huh?âÂ
Thatâs all it takes for Suguru to head to your lewd whims, bruising fingers on your hips finally loosening to let you sit your sloppy cunt back down on his lap - except, this time, you were seated directly on his rock-hard cock. Pussy lips spreading around his length to just soak him.Â
âOh, my love.â He sits up, splaying you out so prettily on his lap. âHow Iâve missed you.â
You donât even register the way youâre raising your head up to meet Suguruâs - not until he spits. Once. Twice. Straight onto your awaiting tongue that you didnât even realize you were sticking out, saccharine sweet saliva making such a mess when heâs crashing his lips into yours.Â
âYeahh, like that. Kiss me like that.â he slurs against your mouth, drunk off both sets of your sweet lips. Getting out through wet, sloppy pecks. âHow I wish I had you sooner.â
You can feel your heart thumping so wildly against your ribcage, matching the needy, needy staccato of Suguruâs cock throbbing between your puffy folds. And, well, you really canât be blamed for the way you break the kiss to look down and oh-
Oh Suguru notices that furrow between your brows, kissing away the nervous little wobble in your lower lips as he grunts, âGod, youâre killinâ me.âÂ
Fuck. Killing him?
You were the one sent in for the kill, but it seems you wonât be making it out here alive.Â
Because Suguru was so big, girth rubbing up against your thighs. So angry and heavy, smearing hot precum over his abs, your cunt, adding to add to the absolute mess. Long enough that you knew you wouldnât be able to walk out of here - which, honestly, Suguru wouldâve preferred. To keep you with him forever.Â
To have you always mewling so prettily when heâs dragging his fat head down your sensitive slit. To have his name - and only his name - leave your bruised lips when heâs asking, âWhoâs got you this wet?âÂ
Youâre so cockdrunk already that youâre groaning mindlessly, âYou- Suguru-â
âNo, thatâs not what you call me.âÂ
And it takes you a few, long seconds to understand what heâs saying, all the while trying to focus with the leaky tip being pressed past your swollen folds. Slow. Torturous. Hitting you so violently at the same time he slips past that first, slutty ring of muscle.Â
âSugu!â
A blinding grin splits across Suguruâs absolutely fucked-out face, brows furrowing together in ecstasy. âThatâs more hah- like it.â Not having heard that familiar little nickname - one of your many - fall from your lips since high school - one that makes a heart he forgot he had grow five sizes too large. âNow, just take me-â Hips bucking up, so strong and ruthless. â-like I know you can, okay?â
Over and over.Â
You canât let out anything but barely-lucid whines at this point, letting Suguru sink in inch by fucking inch. Your walls stretched out so perfectly to take his sheer size. But the stretch- oh, the stretch.
Fuck, it has you clawing at Suguruâs exposed shoulders, fingers leaving angry, red marks down the muscles. An obscene ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips with each time he reels his hips back, only to bully his aching cock inside until he physically couldnât.
âHngh- Sugu, sâtoo big-â You buck your hips down in shallow, tentative grinds to meet his filthy method of fitting in. âToo- much. Didnât expect you to be so mean-â
âThe sorcerer that hah- held a knife to the infamous Geto Suguruâs neck-â he groans, hands groping your ass to move you further down his massive cock. To watch the way your sloppy entrance was stretching out so much to suck him up. â-can take this too, right? I know you can.â He reaches a deft thumb around to toy with your pretty clit, making your cunt relax like the good girl she is. Fucking up deeper, just a bit more mean. âYou- can-â
Several things happen at the tail end of Suguruâs sentence - heâs finally fitting in all in one go. With a calculated, harsh thrust up into your poor cunt, your ass is kissing his heavy balls, pussy rubbing against the hair at his hilt. So full and so much.
And Suguru knows he just might not see heaven - but shit, does he feel like heâs there right now. The feeling so good that both of you letting out mingling gasps of pleasure.Â
Your back falling onto the now soiled mats like such animals, the other not far behind.
âYou alright, my love?â Suguru hums against your throat when youâre managing to adjust somewhat to the stretch, aware enough to kiss the palm resting protectively underneath your head - making sure you donât hurt yourself.
You bat your teary lashes, âNever been better, Sugu.â
And something about that makes him remember.Â
Remember the way youâd tell him the exact same thing when you fought with curses too strong for you - coming back to the dorms all battered and bruised, but alive. Flashing him that addictive grin, and a crooked thumbs up, âNever been better, Sugu. Gold, actually.â
His golden girl.
Shaking away the tightness at his throat, Suguru instead focuses on wrapping your trembling legs around his toned waist. Tight.
âSh-shit- youâre milkinâ me so good, fuck-â
Abs burning as he just drags his cock along your plushy walls, keeping your legs held wide open for him. So tight - like you were sucking the fucking soul out of him. Making sure to angle his hips in just the way thatâll have your eyes tearing at the way he was massaging all your sweet spots.Â
And sure enough - âO-oh my god-â you breathe, and shit, it was so hard to speak. Suguruâs cock too big, too depraved. Speeding up with every ram of his hips into a steady, mean pace. âJusâ like that, fuck-â
âMhm?â
You paw at his free hand settled by the side of your neck, trailing it down, down, down - rings and all - to the part of your stomach you could feel his thick tip hitting. A slight bulge, abusing your cervix over and over, âHere-â
â-sâwhere I belong.â
Your brows raise at his interjection, and you swipe away the long locks of hair partially covering Suguruâs face, legs tightening around his hips as you take a long, hard look. He repeats, âSâwhere I belong. Where ngh- you belong.â
Like some deep, dark part of him was trying to fuck out any and every doubt about this out of you - as if youâd have any - Suguruâs rolling his hips harder into yours. All the way until it almost hurt - until the sting of his twitching balls against your ass felt permanent, fingerpads pressing down so hard on your stomach.Â
Lips searing against yours, punctuating each word with a jagged, rough thrust. âBecause you sh-shouldnât be ah- here. You shouldnât be-â He drags you deeper onto his dick like some ragdoll, fingers frenzying on your clit. â-with me.â
Words slurring and as sloppy as his hips now.Â
âWh-why fuck- why wouldnât I be?â
âHeh, you forgot?â Suguru spits out a chuckle, pushing you further and further up the mat with how bruising his hips were hitting yours. Alternating between marking your cervix - your g-spot - your gummy walls. âForgot how I told ya to live a better life than this?â Everything and anything. Hips smacking so loud, echoing in symphony with those melancholy words he parted with so long ago. âHow I told you to hngh- find a-another? Live a long life? To be happy?â
Now that Suguru was talking, it was like he couldnât stop. Like a damn had been broken - both with his words and his movements. The curve of his dick drives you wild, veins molding your cunt into their shape.Â
Gritting his teeth to hold back the way his drenched balls squeeze so painfully, biting down on your lower lip. âYouâre s-supposed to kill me.â A drop of sweat splashing down on your cheek, âTo kill me and maybe youâll be hah- fuck mine in another universe. But not this one.â Itâs like heâs out of control now, âNever this one. You can have anybody else.â
And suddenly youâre having a flashback to just a week prior, to an uncharacteristically solemn Satoru telling you words you shouldâve been happy to hear. Quiet, and unassuming. Ones you knew that had you heard them before knowing Suguru, youâd have jumped into his arms - exactly how he hoped you would, the day of his departure.Â
Chuckling at you being such a âcrybabyâ about him leaving. After all, this was just meant to be, right?
But no.
Instead, youâre here. Bunching Suguruâs beautiful, glossy hair curtaining the sides of your head, into a ponytail. Difficult - with how he was getting faster. Harder. Just ravaging your hole until you were gaping and breathless.
And yet, arms trembling and limp, you still manage to reveal the boy you fell in love with - the one you could never forget. From the flush on his pretty face, to the twisted, sad curve of his mouth. And the eyes that bore into yours like they were searching for the same thing. Smiling, for the first time since you entered this place, âHow could I ever want anyone else, Sugu?â
The hand on your stomach is cupping your adorable face so softly - and itâs hard to believe those hands have killed. Betrayed.
Like they were capable of doing anything but as Suguru swipes the single tear glistening down your cheek, âStill a crybaby, huh, my love?â
And then you cum - and Suguru isnât too far behind.Â
Itâs just a flash of hot white, tingles running down your spine - all the way to the thick, creamy base soon forming around his wildly twitching cock.Â
And itâs so good. Too good that all you can do it scream out his name, letting him do anything - and you were glad all he did was fuck you so mercilessly through your high. So violent. Addictive.Â
Vision blurry, mouth sagging open for Suguru to press intimate little kisses along the corners of your mouth. Whispering sweet praises as your cunt sucks him up so good. So sinfully milking him for everything heâs worth.Â
Taking in rope after rope of thick cum that warms your gummy walls from the inside, overfilling just enough for it to dribble down into the mat below in an obscene little pool. Smearing down your thighs, his balls. Heavenly.Â
His heaven.
And in the haze of it all, Suguru imagines that youâll reach for your knife again, press it back against the curve of his exposed neck. He imagines youâll laugh in his face, tell him what a great whim this was but you had to get back to your job, turning your back on him as he has done before. He imagines.
But what he gets is your strained, fucked-out little voice, âI missed you, my golden boy.â
A/N. Yes, That Line was inspired by HTTYD. If I had to be hurt, yâall do, too.Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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hiromi higuruma is your divorce lawyer, and he thinks you might be the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on. ⊠cw ; mdni. 18+ only. f!reader. divorce themes. fluff. p in v. fingering. oral (f!receiving). slight body worship. unprotected. creampie. kinda hurt/comfort if you squint?
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divorce lawyer!higuruma who makes a point of not dating clients, but he canât help but think that youâre gorgeous.
divorce lawyer!higuruma who feels his blood boil during the first meeting with your husband- ex-husband- and his lawyer as the asshole tries to defend himself for cheating. he can hardly bear to see the way you cover the fact that youâre holding back tears with nothing more than a glance at the table and a dejected smile.
divorce lawyer!higuruma surprises you when he suggests a more aggressive split of your belongings, favoring you of course. it wasnât previously discussed but you donât argue and when the opposing side agrees, you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing you can support yourself.
divorce lawyer!higuruma doesnât say a word when you return to his office and cry. heâs no stranger to having those recently divorced cry in front of him, but this time thereâs a very real and raw pang in his chest.
divorce lawyer!higuruma offers to take you for drinks. itâs not a date, no formalities, just his way of offering you some comfort. you tilt your head so cutely as you contemplate his question, wiping your tears with the back of hand as you decidedly nod.
divorce lawyer!higuruma feels his grasp slipping on his self-imposed rule to not date clients. youâre so kind, so caring, so beautiful, that he wonders how your sleazy ex-husband ever let you go.
divorce lawyer!higuruma pays for all of your drinks and your uber, much to your dismay, insisting itâs the right thing to do.
divorce lawyer!higuruma looks forward to your next meeting, in spite of the fact that heâll need to see your ex-husband. thereâs a sort of pride blooming deep within his chest when you speak of the divorce to your ex, but look to hiromi for encouragement. he offers you nods and smiles and you relax somewhat, seeming much more at ease and confident.
divorce lawyer!higuruma who has a smile on his face walking out of the meeting with you as your ex-husband seethes over the fact that youâre squeezing more money out of him, and doing it with a smile.
divorce lawyer!higuruma doesnât even think twice about accepting when you insist on taking him for dinner as a thank you once the proceedings are finished. he intends nothing more than to have a friendly dinner with you, but after several hours and his insistence to make sure you get home safe, you find yourself sharing a kiss.
divorce lawyer!higuruma hasnât even had a drink, but he thinks heâs drunk on you. youâre so saccharine sweet and the way you sweetly invite him in with bright eyes is irresistible. he doesnât even mind potentially being a rebound if it means getting the chance to show you what it means to be taken care of by a real man.
divorce lawyer!higuruma carries you so confidently to your guest room that you just giggle when you tell him itâs the wrong room, directing him to your bedroom. thereâs something so sweet and charming about the whole situation, the way youâre able to laugh together, that he hopes he isnât just a rebound. but for you? he will be, if thatâs what you want.
divorce lawyer!higuruma spends the night practically worshiping your body. he takes his time kissing each and every inch of your skin, so gentle and caring even as his cock absolutely throbs in the confines of his slacks, because he wants to show you exactly what youâve missed out on.
divorce lawyer!higuruma absolutely snaps when his tongue is buried in your pussy and you begin to beg him to cum as his ministrations are so slow, drawing your pleasure out. itâs like heâs a different man when he meanly strokes long fingers against your g spot while he sucks your clit until your body is trembling with pleasure.
divorce lawyer!higurumaâs words when he talks dirty send you into a spiral as he asks if your ex-husband could get you off like he is, if he knew how to make you beg and scream and shake while he pounds your poor cunt in a mean mating press. what sends him into a frenzy is the way you tell him heâs the best youâve ever had.
divorce lawyer!higuruma doesnât relent as your moans turn to babbles and your nails rake his back. he relishes in the sting, knowing heâs hitting your sweet spot with each stroke as white hot pleasure courses through your body and with a cry you hit your climax. You cling to him as your arousal coats his cock, your walls tightening around his length and with only a few more thrusts, he fills you with his seed when you beg him to cum inside.
divorce lawyer!higuruma still fears being a rebound, but thereâs something satisfying in seeing him seeping from your folds and soaking the sheets beneath you.
divorce lawyer!higuruma takes his time caring for you, cleaning you gently with a towel as he asks if you enjoyed yourself before he lifts the sheets and blankets over you, comfortably holding you against his broad chest as though you belong there, and he wonders if you feel that sensation too.
divorce lawyer!higuruma who tries to leave early in the morning, as a courtesy to you, under the assumption that heâs a rebound. a delicate hand around his wrist has his eyes widening as he tries to step out of the bed, but you donât let him, a hurt expression on your face as you ask if heâs leaving.
divorce lawyer!higuruma who realizes heâs underestimated you in every way as he comfortably holds you against his bare chest again in the early hours of the morning, basking in the feeling of being wanted. the feeling of being wanted by you, nonetheless. he wonders how your ex-husband ever let you go, how any man could possibly bear to not see the entire sun, you, each and every morning upon waking up.
divorce lawyer!higuruma relaxes into you, forgetting about your ex as he falls into a deep slumber, silent plans to take you on countless dates and spoil you rotten floating in his mind if youâll allow him to. little does he know, youâre as smitten with him as he is with you.
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⊠a/n ; just a lil something for hiromi while i work on my last kinktober piece and my sukuna college au ⥠as always, likes, reblogs, and comments super appreciated!
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The hero didnât really think much of you when he first saw you. After all, you're just a pretty little saint that grew up with praise inside the gleaming walls of a church, never knowing any suffering. He doubts youâll be able to keep up with him during his journey to save the world.
All of his initial disdain for you disappears when he begins his journey with you. Youâre funny, youâre kind, youâre generous. Your healing ability from the gods isnât the only thing that seems to heal him â just your presence, just your laugh, just you. You make life â his journey â a little more bearable.
So how â how could they? Youâre his light, youâre his everything, and yet⊠They want to sacrifice you? Thatâs why you were chosen to be his partner for his trip? And youâre just standing there, unwilling to fight your fate.
âIâm okay with disappearing,â you murmur, wiping his tears away with hands that are turning to stone. âIf I can save your life with my own, then Iâm satisfied.â
But heâs not. Heâs not satisfied, not when youâre not by his side. When he sees you turn to stone, your skin replaced with beautiful white marble, he vows to do anything to bring you back to his side.Â
Using the power of the gods, he turns back time again and again and again so he can save you â so he can be with you.
But you meet the same fate over and over and over again. Again and again and again.
âŠThen who cares? Who cares about this shitty world when itâs without you?
The next time you return to consciousness, the world is in disarray, covered in murky fog and the smell of blood. The next thing you know, youâre being pulled into a warm embrace.
âYouâre aliveâŠâ the hero says, hugging you close. His warmth is suffocating. âYes⊠I shouldâve done this from the start instead of turning back timeâŠâ
âW⊠whatâs happening?â you ask, heart feeling too heavy, like stone, in your chest. âWhat did you doâŠ?â
âNothing, everything, anything.â He nuzzles your neck, savoring your warmth. It sends chills down your spine. âAnything to have you by my side. Even if it means destroying the world.â
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thinking about short top x tall bottom relationships
your partnerâs friends believe that just because you were two feet shorter than him: that it would obviously mean that you would be the one taking it in the relationship. how could you blame those meatheads when your boyfriend was everything a stereotypical dominant man was âsupposedâ to be. muscles that could be compared to Greek gods, good looks, possessing a constant stern and confident attitude, and he had a successful career that made him good money.
your lover didnât try to deny the accusations. probably too embarrassed to admit the truth. you had to hide your smirk when you saw your bf trying desperately to change the subject. looking tense and flustered as his gaze shifted from his hands to you to his friends. it wasnât until you dropped his friends off and were now alone with him in your car that his mask finally cracked. before he could say a word, you place the palm of your hand on top of his shaking leg. dangerously close to his clothed pelvis. his breathe hitched when he meet your eyes. they were smug and hungry.
at that moment he knew it didnât matter what excuses he spewed out. you were going to show him who was really in charge. he couldnât help blood rushing south as his mind started fantasizing about what you were planning for him.
you grin devilishly when you catch sight of his cock straining against his dress pants. oh you were going to have so much fun breaking him.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
âoh! oh yeahâ fuck! faster please please!â
youâve seen many beautiful things in your life. but the sight of your lover presenting his bare ass for you to rail as he sobbed out your name like a prayer definitely topped them all. he let out choked moans when your cock continuously hits his prostate. his grip on the pillows rival that of a vice as his tears wet the covers. he thrusts back against your cock to the best of his ability as the bruising grip you had on his waist prevented him from moving the lower half of his body. forcing him to stay still and take it.
you let out a shaky breath as you gazed down at the so called âmaster in the sheetsâ. now a pathetic, beautiful mess as his tight hole took you in. just the sight of his tear stained face and velvety ass was enough to almost make you spill inside him. you increase the pace of your hips. your sweat slicked balls slapping against your loverâs ass as the volume of his moans and cries increased. the clap of your bfâs ass meeting your pelvis filled you with pride as you couldnât resist the temptation of slapping his cheek. his hole tightened significantly around you.
âhaha. guess your friends were wrong about you, lovely. was this what you wanted? embarres me so i can show you who you really belonged to? hmm?â you lower your torso as you teased him by slowly grinding against his sweet spot. he raised his head to look up at you.
âiâm yours. always make me feel good. go faster again please. iâm close, âm sorryâ ah!â
your pace returns to rough and quick as soon as the words left his pretty mouth. âgood boy- hah- cum for me,â you breathlessly command him. he followed your orders instantly, biting his pillow cover to muffle his pathetic sob as his cock spilled white on the sheets.
his climax triggered yours, you sigh as you fill him with warmth. you knew that this wasnât going to be the last round, so you rest on top of your loverâs back until he gave you the âokayâ to continue. you could feel his chest rise and fall as he tries to catch his breath. if you werenât paying attention intensely, you wouldâve missed the breathless âi love youâ he told you.
you cover his sweat coated back in soft kisses, you couldnât even reach his neck, âi love you too, gorgeous,â you whisper back. you bite back a groan when he started grinding against your cock, signaling that he was ready for round two.
you loved destroying stereotypes.
ur fav tall af characters <3
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"Can you just pretend to love me tonight? Please?"
Simon's never gotten a request like this before.
He's never had any qualms about selling his body. Whether it was for his cock, units of his blood plasma, or his war honed body. He's always done what he's had to - anything to stay off the streets and keep a full belly.
The girls who've paid him always wanted a brute, someone to mount them and take them for all they were worth. That was what he was used to, not some doe-eyed sweet thing begging him to be gentle.
"I want to feel loved." You admit, leaning back on the motel bed, thighs crossed in nervousness. "I um...I know I'm not very pretty-"
Simon leans forward on his knees and kisses you gently. Well, he tries to. The tip of your teeth graze painfully together as he mouths you. You squeak beneath him, hands going up to his shoulders to try and push him off on rabbit instinct. He pulls his mouth off of you just enough to mutter an apology.
"Sorry." He swallows.
You look up at him with impeccably beautiful eyes brimming with tears. You seem to finally understand there's nothing gentle about him even when he tries to be. Simon wants you to call him off, send him out of the cheap hotel. He knows he can't be as sweet at you want - as you deserve. He's just physically not built for that. At least, he's sure of it nowadays. He has a brief memory of holding his newborn nephew but it slips away just as quickly as it came.
"Can we just...go slow?" You ask again. Simon can hear the waver in your voice. You're unsure if you want to continue, but you seem to trust him for some reason. "Really, really slow?"
"Yeah."
He can do slow. He can do glacial. If there's one thing he can do, it's be measured, methodical. He wasn't a Lieutenant for nothing.
For the first time in years, he takes his time. He's used to the fast paced, hungry fucks that pay his rent in thirty minutes. This is...new, not wholly uninvited. He kisses down your collarbone, down the swell of your breasts. He nips at the lacy fabric (you dressed up for him when he was expecting just to rip it all off) as he makes his way down further. He laps at the skin beneath your belly button, making your belly flutter. Ticklish. He likes that.
Simon noses his way between your thighs, easily spreads your legs with his thick forearms. As he kisses down your cloth covered mound he admits he likes how you smell. Usually the taste of women turns him off. He prefers men, but desperate women pay more. You're desperate alright, although its a different type of desperation. Something about the nervous wetness staining your new panties has his cock jumping in his trousers. He presses his nose to the fabric, inhales deeply, and relishes in your shy squeak. Simon starts to understand your desire.
You want to be explored, mapped, and consumed slowly. You want to give up control but feel as if you can stop at any moment. You want to be seen, tasted, then completely devoured.
Instead of slipping your panties to the side, he licks his way down your thighs. You squeal and try to squirm away from the sudden sensation but he doesn't stop. He kisses down your calves and across the top of your feet. His hands are so large that they wrap around your soles completely. Simon pushes them up until they're up by your ears. He knows the position is uncomfortable for you, but he likes the view of your soft, cloth covered mound.
He nips at the back of your ankles and calves, licks down the expanse of your thighs, ans nuzzles into the gusset of your panties. Simon relishes in the squeaks and gasps ans twitches of your expectant body. It's been so long since he's teased someone, much less a sweet lil' thing like you.
Your scent is heady, comforting, nothing like he's experienced before. He finds he really likes just inhaling you in. You whimper, thighs shaking already. He hasn't even licked you yet. Simon finally admits to himself that you're stroking his ego.
He plants a firm, sweet kiss to your cloth covered cunt. The fabric is practically soaked through. He can smell your taste on the tips of his lips. His curiosity wins. He takes a firm, long lick from bottom to top. Simon tastes you, but also the flowery tang of your favorite fabric softener. You taste good. He wants more.
Simon finally releases his hold on your thighs. On instinct, or perhaps strain, they fall apart. You try to sit up but he tugs your body further towards the edge of the bed. He can feel the tension in his old knees from kneeling, but he ignores it. You've opened up your body to him. He wants to take full advantage of it.
Simon goes back to lapping at your clothed cunt. He doesn't stop until his tongue is raw from brushing repeatedly over the stitches. Drool drips down his chin.
"Off."
You huff in confusion, trying to sit up. Instead. With too easy of a tug, off come your panties. There you are. Simon knows he should slow his movements but he doesn't care. You haven't stopped him yet, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get those sweet lips in his mouth. He spreads you apart with his middle and forefinger. You're a sight to behold. Perhaps not pornstar perfect anatomy, but you're delicious looking nonetheless. He eyes your glistening, dripping slit. As bad as he wants to force his tomgue deep inside you, instead he presses a firm kiss to the hood of your clit. You jolt, trying to back away or pull him closer, he can't tell.
Simon follows your movement. He mouths hungrily at your clit, flattens his tongue and practically drools against it. He laps at you with a muted fervor. He doesn't want to hurt you. He can tell you're sensitive. It must've been awhile since the last time you'd had a man willingly do this for you. A damn shame.
Your shaky little moans are like music to Simon's ears. He follows them like a map. He circles your clit, traces the entrance of your hood, even dips lower to tease the sides of your inner lips. You seem to like that alot based on the sounds you make. He sucks on your inner wings and you squeal, thighs wrapping hard around the sides of his head. He does it again and and again until you're hiccuping in delight. Your slick drips down his chin and throat. You're such a good girl for him.
Simon knows he's going to make you cum, it's just a matter of time and technique. He has both on his side. He uses his other hand to pet at your entrance. He tries to commit your anatomy to memory, and so he takes his time dipping the pads of his fingers against your fluttering slit. Despite it obviously having been awhile, your cunt holds no resistance. In fact, it practically swallows up the tip of his middle finger. Fuck yeah, that's what he likes to see.
With measured ease, Simon slips his whole finger inwards and upwards inside of you. You keen and gasp and he can feel your insides twitching. You're tight. So tight he can feel his finger already starting to cramp up from the resistance.
If he's going to fuck you right he's still got some work to do.
#call of duty#mw2#cod imagines#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#simon riley x reader#this was such a drabble#like i knew what i wanted to do with it and then it ended up just being old man simon oral sex#oh well i dont think anyones gonna really complain lol
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âthe king of curses doesnât like sharing. especially not when it comes to his partner.â
âïžïœtags. heian era!sukuna x female reader. sfw/fluff ? ig. set in the heian era, duh. jealousy & possessive themes. size difference (reader gets referred to as small!). tried to be realistic w/ sukunaâs characterisation so. . . donât be surprised to read about him killing somebody. therefore, mentions of blood. reader is implied to have a fear of blood (dw sukuna takes care of it teehee). reader gets called 'brat'. not beta read; this sucks ass.
you were taking a stroll outside of the estate, the hem of the floral kimono youâre wearing lightly dragging along behind you. the weather was perfect with not a single cloud in sight.
a pair of silent footsteps follow yours and you sigh. even though it was an usual occurrence, you still arenât used to having one of sukunaâs servants at your side at all times. your over protective lover insisted that it was for your own âsafetyâ. as if anything or anyone could harm you whilst you stay within the four walls of the estate far up in the mountains.
sukuna is continuously busy and thus decided to assign you a personal maid that accompanies you and takes care of your every need when he isnât able to. well - looking at the bright side of things - at least she tries her best to hide her presence from you. she tags along silently and only speaks when spoken to.
you stop near a sakura tree and tilt your head back to admire its beauty. after a few minutes pass, you hear a different pair of footsteps walking up your way. you turn your head and see a familiar male servant approaching you with his head held low.
his hands were holding onto a platter with a cup of warm tea and a few of your favorite delicacies. the brown-haired man greets you politely. maybe a bit too politely as his voice carries a bright smile, âgood afternoon, my lady.â
you return the greeting with a smile of your own. it was like you to treat the servants around the estate with kindness and care â a total opposite of the king of curses. you take a pastry from the platter and look back up at the man, âthank you for bringing me these. i appreciate it greatly.â
the way you treat the ones of lower status has always been an admirable trait of yours. it might have stirred some forbidden feelings for you in the heart of the male servant. he knows that it was impossible - heâd seen how easily sukuna gets rid of those who get too close to you.
but, he isnât here. the king of curses isnât present in the current moment. the brown-haired male shifts in his place a little, fingernails digging into the material of the plate he was holding. he was going to do it â no one could hold him back. not even the maid who stood a couple steps away.
ây-you look very beautiful, my lady.â the servant stutters and bows his head at you. you are surprised to hear such a flattering sentence leave the lips of the man in front of you. none of the men around you had dared to be this straightforward in ages. they all knew the possible consequences that such actions could bring after all.
perhaps it was due to the absent intimidating presence of your lover. still, you canât help but feel grateful. you giggle softly, covering your mouth with your free hand, âthank you so much.â
the male servant gulps at the sound of your laughter. âoh, how lucky the king of curses is - to have such a beautiful woman at his side,â the man thought to himself. he was sure that he could treat you better than the indifferent sukuna himself.
he hesitates to continue the conversation for a second. there was an urge deep within him; to ask if youâd like to have some tea with him in the dining area. it would be extremely bold and maybe way out of line considering that youâre taken.
but, the way you reacted to his earlier compliment gave him a huge confidence boost. one that would sooner or later send him to his grave.
âwould you perhaps be interested in joining me for a drink, my lady?â the servant asks and anything that happens after that instant, is all but a blur.
you canât process the next few moments as everything happens way too fast. the last thing you remember seeing, was the servant before you. a sudden gust of wind passes by and the sounds of quick slashes fill your ears. you couldnât figure out anything else as your vision gets blocked by something. or rather - someone.
a familiar and large hand covers the back of your head. the scent of the person holding you is also oddly familiarâa certain scent that made a shiver run down your spine from both excitement and light fear.
âsukuna?â you guess and guess correctly. your voice was muffled due to your face being smushed against his torso. you didnât yet understand what happened, so you try to pull your body away from the king of curses, only for his grip on you to tighten.
sukunaâs face was as emotionless as ever. his eyes look down at the pile of blood near your feet â what was once a human being had now turned into nothing but a pure crimson liquid.
âfoolish. absolutely foolish.â the king of curses grumbles, his tone filled with disgust. he doesnât soften the grip on your body for even a moment. one of his four arms holds you captive against him, his hand firmly yet somehow tenderly cradling your head just above his midriff, âit seems that i cannot leave this place for a single second.â
sukuna glances at your personal maid who had been bowing to him the moment he appeared out of thin air. she could feel his piercing gaze on her and knew exactly what to do without being told: to clean up the mess that stained the gardenâs pavement.
âsukuna,â you try to move your head again, but was still restricted. you let out a small whine in response. you just wanted to see your lover after spending an entire day without him. any thoughts about that servant from earlier had long vanished, âi want to see you. can i?â
the request is an innocent one. there isnât a visible change in sukuna's expression, but the way you asked him that was quite. . . endearing, if he were to explain it. he would comply if it wasnât for the literal bloodbath he created. which he doesnât want you to witness.
ânot yet.â he replies and effortlessly uses one of his arms to pick your small body up. your lover notices how you try to steal a glimpse at the scene behind you while he moves you around in his embrace. he grunts and gently smacks the back of your head, âno peeking, brat. do as told.â
sukuna knows how much you hate the sight of blood. he's being considerate towards you â even if you do not realise that just yet. however, he also does not have a single regret about murdering that servant. it was to be expected. anybody who dares to make a move on his woman should suffer his wrath.
plus, it's not like you don't know about sukuna's ruthless actions. youâve come to get used to them; more and more male servants keep dissappearing without a trace after theyâve been âtoo friendly' with you. it's easy to guess whoâs behind those disappearances.
it doesnât bother you in the slightest. as long as you don't see it happening and as long as you get to stay under sukuna's care and protection - you donât mind.
âcan i look now?â you huff after sukuna has carried you away from the garden. the king of curses clicks his tongue at your impatience.
he sighs deeply before allowing you back on your own two feet, âi do not understand why youâre so adamant on looking at me, but fine.â
you waste no time and immediately open your eyes. your gaze doesnât wander off towards your surroundingsâit instantly settles on sukuna. he looked the same as usual; there was not a single change about his appearance and yet you find yourself smiling at the sight of him.
âi missed you.â you hug your lover and feel him returning the gesture a few seconds later. he looks the other way and may seem indifferent to your display of affection, though the man was secretly grateful for it. for you in general.
âmhm.â sukuna lets out a small noise of acknowledgment and that is all you get out of him. he doesnât have to say much; his body automatically does the talking. he squeezes your body against his â your small frame disappearing behind his beefy arms.
the king of curses doesnât understand why, but the way your eyes sparkle when looking at him, intrigues him. sukuna had never seen another human look at him like that before after all. they all cower in fear; except for you. you donât show a single ounce of fear. thus why you are something - someone - he must keep for himself.
he has and will never have any intent on sharing you with anyone. youâre his, for as long as he exists.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#sukuna x you#jjk fluff#sukuna x y/n#jjk x y/n#female reader
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